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greypetrel · 11 months

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Hello! The prompt 'I'm just a phone call away' with modern AU Aisling? 👀✨

Heeeeey! 💜

Long time no see, uh? Well, here it is. xD Some shenanigans and a more or less direct sequel to this other piece. Wow it's starting to look like a proper fic, go figure.

Anyway, hope you'll like it, it was a will they won't they prompt list and well. (then it more or less follows canon so no, it's NOT gonna be just a phonecall and it's NOT gonna be all right. Sorry Cullen your canon is shit, but in this storyline you'll get therapy)

Also a note: I don't know if the Dream Theatre shaming was just an Italian thing amongst metalheads… But I couldn't resist. (no harsh judgement, Dream Theatre was the band more or less everyone loved to hate, I'm pretty indifferent to them. I don't love them but eh, there's worse).

Tis the prompt list

Two Birds on a Wire (🎶)

'I'm just a phone call away'

The evening was for celebrating. As much as both siblings were extremely stubborn in saying that it was just a dinner, it wasn’t a party, please dads don’t call it a party or you’ll jinx it, none ever really doubted that their letters would have ended in two admissions. Not for the stories they had to include in their motivational essay -even if they both had one, as much as Solas absolutely loathed the need of the essay-, but for their grades and all letters of recommendations of all their professors. And of course, when they had opened their letters and found that they both had been admitted to the faculty they chose, the “normal, absolutely not peculiar Saturday barbecue” had turned instantly into a party. Solas and Varric had been prepared, after all. And it was worth it, seeing the two not-so-little-anymore former balls of destruction hugging each other tight, tension from months of stressing over grades and the uncertainty of the future melting visibly. Aisling of course had cried -she had always been emotional and by now none in their enlarged family got surprised or overly worried by her tears. The surprising thing was that Dorian too had melted a little, cheerful façade cracking a little to show vulnerability. Aisling had hugged him tight, they all four had hugged together -a rarity, these days, they were “too grown up” for hugs they used to say. And then the music had started, all three families easing into a cheerful celebration for yet another set of kids to spread their wings. Raina -back from Kirkwall for the summer- had taken control of the karaoke program, and lead the evening on, as per her usual naturally occupying the centre of attention and dragging people along with whatever she put her mind to. She looked so much like Malcolm.

The evening was still going strong, laughter and cheer and people singing coming into the kitchen from the backdoor, left open to allow people to come and go as they pleased. But right now, there was just Solas in the kitchen, taking a pause from the noise and confusion. He had to admit he quite liked this life, in spite of everything. But sometimes, hosting all the Hawkes and the Rutherfords in the back garden became a little too much and required some personal space to recharge batteries.

Oh, he knew it was ending, he knew that as more and more of the younger members would have found independence and flown away, they all would have missed the confusion, the lack of privacy or quiet, the chaos during weekends when the children all got together in one big, extremely loud group. Nonetheless, he needed just a moment of quiet to recharge batteries.

So, he just grabbed a bottle of liquor, something special he brewed himself with a recipe as old as he was -and that was currently well hidden under too many spells and glyphs, so that the other two mages in the house wouldn’t have been able to reach it. Hopefully. He gave them another couple of weeks before finding a way. And sipped it on his own, in the relative peace of his kitchen, breathing down.

But of course, the house being what it was, the moment of peace couldn’t last: someone stepped fretfully in, and slammed the door, falling down with a humph. From the noise of the steps and the soft tip-tap of bare feet, he knew exactly who it was.

“Ga’son?” He sighed, greeting her and asking if it was all right. Varric may have won the public-school feud, but he insisted on teaching at least Aisling Elvhen himself. Which resulted in teaching Dorian too, because they seldom did anything separated, and if Dorian took some other interests, Solas still insisted with Aisling to use Elvhen when the pair of them were alone. A matter of heritage, she may have grown up amidst humans and dwarves, but he wanted her to know where she came from.

“Din. G’t’lom.” She answered, saying that no, it wasn’t all right.

As he turned towards her, he found her sitting on her butt beside the door, hugging her thighs and face buried between her thighs, he lost all willingness to scold her for the contraction -he hated contractions. He went to crouch before her, rubbing her shoulders in the way she liked.

“What happened?” He asked, calmly, leaving her time to sob a little.

“He’s leaving.”

“Who?”

“Cullen.” She told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He frowned, not understanding what was going on. As far as he knew about them, the boy had had a crush over Aisling since years, but never acted on it. He wasn’t worried, hadn’t been for a minute since she never took notice or showed any signs of being interested too, the boy was trustworthy and the unruly one was Aisling. But leaving? This was new.

“Leaving? Where for?”

“Denerim. In September. Got accepted.”

Ah. That was it. He had been, indeed, extremely slippery over the university speech, never answering directly when asked, and being particularly evasive and ill at ease over the subject. A pity that he wasn’t a liar, and the one that hadn’t suspected anything was Aisling. Naïve Aisling who was too mature out of trauma on certain things, and yet still firmly believed people she liked without questioning.

“Oh. Well, that’s good for him. And Denerim’s not that far away. He’ll be back often, and we can visit.” He tried to reason.

“No, he won’t.”

She started with the same oppositive tone she usually had with him in the last period, full in her rebellious phase. He suspected it was to be expected, he had insistend in teaching the both of them to stand up for themselves and not bend their heads to anyone… But it was tiresome. Now, it surely was.

“I don’t understand if you don’t explain, da’len.”

Being more worried and lenient than irritated at the zillionth little act of rebellion wasn’t so difficult if she was crying, at least.

“H-he got accepted in the military, babae. He won’t be back so often.”

That was a blow and something he didn’t expect. As many qualities he recognized Cullen to have… He was soft, and in the military… It wasn’t the time to dwell on that, or to deconstruct the issue, as much as he wanted to. No. Right now he had an 18-y.-o. in tears at the idea of her best friend leaving, and in need of help in front of him, and she never reacted well in analysing problems that had no numbers.

“Do you need me to call it off? Or tell everyone you’re sick?”

“N-no. I’m…” She sobbed. “I promised him I won’t cry. I told him I was going to the bathroom, I’ll just… Cry a little and get back. I’m ok. It’s just Denerim. Just Denerim. Not far.”

Solas wondered exactly how much time it would have passed since seeing her crying -or her brother, but Dorian was much more private when it came to feelings- would have stopped feeling like someone was stabbing him. She was grown, almost an adult, taking decisions for herself not caring for what everyone think, and yet, when she cried she got back at being a little child, alone in an orphanage. So, he sat beside here and opened his arm in a silent invitation she was quick to accept, in spite of everything, in spite of the fact that they quarreled fiercely but yesterday. She threw herself at him and hugged him, crying on his shoulder as if nothing happened. He sighed, hugging her back and caressing her hair, letting her spill everything out.

“It’s gonna be ok.”

“I know.”

She didn’t sound convinced, and Solas didn’t push the topic further, just offering support.

Five minutes later, the very object of the current drama opened the back door, peeking in with a distressed expression on his face, calling aloud.

“Ash?”

Solas felt the very same becoming rigid in his hold, her breath catching. Hiding them won’t work, he supposed, and as avoidant she was until she had her thoughts collected… Maybe she wouldn’t have reacted badly in him choosing for her.

“Here. We need five minutes, if you want to talk.” He told Cullen directly, and he nodded, mortified as a cat left under the rain. “Go up, boy, it’s ok.”

He hesitated, trying to say something, but thinking better of it, before slowly padding his way to the living room and the stairs, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. Aisling, on her own, didn’t move. She didn’t move in the next minute as he knew she wouldn’t have.

“Go up and talk to him.”

“I don’t want to. Not now. You-”

“Listen to me.” He stopped her, pushing her away enough so he could look at her face. He cupped her cheek, rubbing fat tears away with his thumbs, ignoring the annoyance when he took off some of that horrible blue eye pencil she had used. “You can stay here and cry your heart out and avoid this conversation for this evening, for tomorrow and for the next weeks. That’s fine, if you don’t want to, you can be sad and angry at him, all you like. But if you don’t, da’len… You’ll just waste time you could spend together. Go up, talk to him, tell him you’re sad. Cry now and tomorrow you’ll go all together for a swim in the lake and have a good time. You still have time until he leaves, don’t waste it because you’re afraid of a conversation. You’ll regret not talking to him now, believe me.”

He smiled, waiting for his words to sink in. Telling them the truth had been scary, but Varric was right: it paid off. She knew why and whence these words came from, and knew the truth. Slowly, she melted, blinking away some more tears and sniffing aloud.

“I can’t go to the lake, I’m still grounded.” She complained, whining.

“Well, seen the situation…” He sighed, faking some regret he didn’t really feel. She didn’t need to know how much she had him wrapped on her little finger for real. “…I think you may be un-grounded. If you promise me that you’ll be on your best behaviour and won’t get any more tattoos.”

“Well I’m not getting a Vallas-”

“Any kind of tattoo, ok? Even not-Vallaslin.”

“Ok.” She smiled, shily.

“Deal, then. Best behaviour on my standards.”

He specified, knowing full well that she would have taken that loop to get out of the accord. She giggled waterily and nodded, bending forward and smacking a kiss on his cheek.

“Deal. Thank you babae.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s going to be all right.”

She nodded, not so convinced, and hugged him once more before standing up and, with a deep breath, walking towards the stairs somewhat rigidly. She didn’t bother to turn on the light, and before she disappeared behind the archway that led to the living-room, Solas called her back.

“Aisling.”

“Yes?”

“Door open.”

“BABAE.”

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Aisling slipped in her room on tiptoes, standing on the threshold and hiding behind the door for a minute, heart beating wishing to just turn back, run away, don’t listen to Solas and hide in the bushes until the lessons started in autumn. She didn’t want to have that conversation, because it wasn’t a conversation she ever planned on having: in her mind, they would all have three have been accepted in Redcliffe and then… She would have had three years to think of a “then”.

And still, the “then” arrived and fell upon her, and the more she thought she didn’t want to cry, she had promised, the more she felt tears pricking on her eyes, as she looked at Cullen’s back, nervously shifting through her cds. The way he always did when he was nervous and needed to find something to occupy himself with.

… The way he always did when they talked of university and she had asked him about what he wanted to do.

Because he knew.

She cleared her throat, and he jumped on the spot, startled. The album he had in his hand fell on the ground, case opening and letting the cd out.

“S-sorry!” He fumbled, and they both crouched down to pick it up.

“It’s nothing…” She looked which cd it was: Dream Theatre. “… It isn’t a good one. Don’t mind it.”

He hummed in affirmation and nodded, waiting for her to put the cd back in the case and closing it. The silence was tense and gloomy, in a way it has never been between them. Not even once, not even when they quarrelled over something. Aisling hated it and she sat on the ground, turning the case around as she tried not to cry, with failing results.

“Shit, I- Ah, I’m sorry, I’ll… I’ll buy it back, I-”

“It’s not for the cd.” She stopped him.

He fell back on his butt as well, back resting on her bookshelf and slouched down forward. So curved, he didn’t seem all that taller than her.

“I-I’m sorry.” She went on, rubbing her eyes angrily with the heels of her hand. “I… I won’t cry starting tomorrow. Leave me this evening and I’ll be fine and smile and laugh, ok? J-just this evening. I’m sorry, I’ll stay up here, you get down and enjoy the party.”

“I am sorry, Ash.”

“Why for. Don’t be.”

“I wanted to tell you, I swear, but…”

She sniffed, still not looking at him, eyes closed as her eyes rubbed away tears, trying to be as quiet in it as possible. Trying to stop didn’t work, so she just let the tears flow as he collected his words.

“… I didn’t want to make you sad.”

She knew the answer and the explanation before he made it. She knew him like the back of her hand, and he her. She nodded and laughed, waterily.

“You’re leaving. Of course, I’m sad. Who’ll protect you from bullies?”

He snorted, at that, pushing on her calf with his foot, delicately in reproach.

“I don’t need you to protect me from bullies anymore.”

“You say that, now. They’ll know of your insane love for Ed Sheeran and you’ll want me there to punch their noses.”

“Will you even reach?”

Her turn to kick his calf playfully, which made him laugh.

“I’ll get a ladder.”

She giggled as well, leaving her foot against the rough texture of his jeans. He let her, and they stay there, looking down at the carpet, without saying anything. From the open window could be heard laughter and merriment from the backyard, the party going on without them, still not enough to fill the heavy silence. It felt final but it wasn’t: they still had weeks since he left, and they had plans even before they knew -now more plans, since she was apparently un-grounded. She shouldn’t feel like it was the ending page of a book, but she did. She wondered if she should tell him something, and what that she hadn’t already. 12 years of friendship and being in close contact almost daily left her without much unsaid that didn’t feel redundant. Still, she felt like she had to tell him something. Something that wasn’t deflecting from what she really felt. It felt too raw, tho, too close for comfort and… And maybe too much. Because honestly she didn’t exactly know how she felt.

“Why military academy?” She asked, instead. “You like history… Why not History?”

He sighed, deeply, sliding his bottom forward and crossing his hands on his belly, looking up at the ceiling, legs long before him, and crossed one ankle over the other. She absent-mindedly turn to lean her legs on his calves, needing the contact even if he furrowed minutely at it and seemed to get more rigid than before.

“I like history, but… With all that’s happening, with the Circles coming back and the situation growing tenser… I don’t know, I want to help.”

“You could help with-”

“I’m not an academic, Ash. I… I like the anecdotes, but I can’t see myself researching forever, my nose stuck in a book. I like the anecdotes, but those alone won’t help many people on their own…”

“… You sound like babae, now.”

“Well, he’s right.” He snorted.

“You could write. Get into television, speak up.”

“Not my style. Can you see me speaking to a public and riling up a crowd?” He peeked up, with a lopsided smile.

She couldn’t but shake her head, looking down as the realization that no, he would actually be terrible at it, start fumbling after three words and not bring his point across. He hated public speaking. The thought made her want to cry more, since she was running out of reasons to make him stay.

“I want to protect people. Other mages like you and Dorian, not just you when Raleigh calls you freaks.”

“He doesn’t-”

Another eyebrow raised at her, in silence, without the smile tho. She thought about it, and realized that, indeed, Samson hadn’t told them a single word in the last year… Just when Cullen was around. The slurs have been there, but just when they were alone.

“… How long-”

“September.”

“… The black eye wasn’t for football, then?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

He didn’t need to say much else. Aisling cried more: she had believed it without asking, and hadn’t questioned further. Hadn’t noticed anything. She felt stupid, and felt her heart clenching at the idea of the next year without him. Yes, Dorian would have been there but…

“I will miss you. A lot.” She sobbed, and she couldn’t stop, this time, covering her face with both hands. She didn’t know how to word it better, and the lack of words and definitions made her cry even more. She wished this was another math problem: math was simple, math was black and white, there was a correct answer for everything, you just had to think about it better. Here, there wasn’t anything right or wrong, no number to calculate to magically stop crying.

It was also true, tho, that math couldn’t bend forward, fumbling even more, and hug you tight, holding you as you cry, and crying as well.

“It’s just Denerim, Lavellan, I’m not going to war.”

“It’s three hours of train away.”

“We have cellphones, I’ll be just a phonecall away...”

“You hate them! You always forget to answer to messages!” She complained against his shoulder, unwinding her arms to hug him back.

“I’ll make an effort, I promise, just… Please, don’t cry.”

“Look who’s talking…”

In spite of everything they laughed, both crying in earnest nonetheless. They stayed there for a while, just unwinding. He promised her he would have called, again, and she believed him. She wanted to believe him, and so she did.

Luckily, no one commented of their absence, when eventually they got back down, eyes red and puffy and not really wanting to party. Dorian hugged Cullen as well, joking about it as they sat down, as per their usual, on a bench, cuddled all three together and just watching the rest of the party pass by. The next day was for stopping moping around and enjoy the summer, and they all would have put extra effort in having the most fun together. A last summer of freedom, some last weeks of being inseparable and have their parents joke about them and call them the three musketeers.

Some last weeks when no one was just a phone call away.

But now, it was for feeling things and crying, and pretending they were all crying because Raina couldn’t, for the love of her, reach the higher notes of Dancing Queen.

#dadwolf au #dragon age #cullavellan #da fic #cullen rutherford #solas #writing petrel #fic

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wally-franks · 1 year

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u already know who this is B)

gimme another opinion on thomas/wally

and also one on sammy/jack !! because yippee

Omg!! Hello mysterious inbox message anon that I have never seen before in my life/j

For Thomas\wally; in your AU it's deffo A! (A+ >:) ) If we apply this to my AU.. Not much of an A. Maybe D maybe even E because they just. Hate eachother. And that's it. I think I said it before but it really depends on how you portray them because in my AU they will literally rip eachother apart xD HAHAHA.. it's also the reason why wally gets teamed up with Murray instead.. Thomas and wally were just fighting the whole time. Well away from my AU. From a canon aspect. A! I can absolutely see the appeal! They spend time together in canon. Also, they share an audio tape like, hello? They're the only one's that had the privilege to share an tape xD + + mech buddies + + + home of the sexuals. I love them. I love how others portray them. They might not get along in my AU but I will absorb ship content of them nonetheless.

Omg Jack and Sammy... Yes. Just yes. A. I don't think I ever really talk about other ships but like. I'm so fond of them... I love seeing content of them. A chilled out guy paired with some angry chihuahua alike man xD I love that.. Sighsss.. Them. Screams. I actually wanted to draw them together playing the violine *cries*

#I always just talk about wally and Sammy but I like consuming content of other ships all the time!#I have read Thomas and wally fics before just like how I have consumed Jack and Sammy fics..#hand over all the ships I will.. love #I will love #wallybrabbles

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ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter · 11 months

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triscript lore (ORANGE VERSION)

whaddafuck happened to noelle???

(tw for religious things)

SO!!!!!! WHAT'S AN ANGEL???

angels are stars that were promoted (chess style!!!) after following a long path of many challenges and being deemed worthy by the last angel. the last angel "dies" symbolically and the new angel is her "reincarnation". stars look like female cervidae (DEERS AND STUFF IDK I LOOKED IT UP ON GOOGLE) monsters with typically light hair and once promoted they gain their wings, which start off as a cape you wear but eventually grow into actual wings. stars are born from a monster's hope, every monster has their own star. they're tasked with keeping the world in order and are basically gods but there's so many of them that the angel is the only one that matters. stars can die once their monster loses hope, but angels simply become (...something else i don't know lol) after their job as an angel is done. noelle was chosen as the 27th reincarnation of the angel (they don't "die" often lol) at the age of fourteen and her first mission was to fulfill the last angel's prophecy (a knight will start opening fountains, three soldiers have to banish them and save da world). she descended from the clouds and came to castle town and waited with ralsei for the third soldier to come. so they did silly friend thingz xD lol

sometimes she feels like she's not worthy of being the angel, the other stars deserved this more than her, she doesn't even know how to talk with normal people et cetera et cetera......😖

ralsei took a while to warm up to her, while he did appreciate the company the last thing he wanted was the constant living reminder of why he was alone for so long, so yeag. but eventually they became best friends hooray!!!!!!

he thinks the prophecy is extremely dumb and finding out THE ANGWEW AWWMIGHTY!!! wrote it made him a bit mad because he had to suffer, it made him stronger!!! it was soooo necessary for him to eat only cakes for twelve years because he didn't know how to cook anything else!!!!! it was sooo worth it to lose track of time and lose the ability to tell whether he was dreaming or awake!!!!!!! and now the angel is real too? and she's in his house? and she likes cake? that had to be some sort of sick joke...

but noelle is just doing what she was born to do, she's just following the rules. ralsei had to suffer alone, but it was for the greater good! either that or the world would have shattered!!

they're never going to agree on this, but they can still be friends. best friends forever and always. he was there when she cried about not feeling worthy of her title and she was there when he couldn't bring himself to water those damn flowers anymore. 👌

aside from being the angel (from church) noelle is basically just some random teenager with poor social skills. she likes singing and dancing and being silly and drawing cats (from ralsei's books) and twirling her hair in her finger thinking about the monster in ralsei's prophecy book. eventually she meets the monster from the book and while she expected more chivalry....... she is twirling her hair nonetheless

ralsei thinks she's so cool because she manages to be happy all the time, she likes watering flowers, she likes cake, she thinks repeating the same day over and over is relaxing, she can draw, she can sing, she's funny, she's so cool and he wishes they'd met earlier. maybe if he spent a few more years with her he wouldn't have turned out so tired.

aside from his prince boy struggles he's also..... A DARKNER!!!!! the lowest form of being!!! meant to serve those who serve those who serve angels!! he's kris's (GREEN) horn headband and thinks that being so connected to someone's dreams to the point that you look like their monstersona is almost insulting. they never even came to visit. they left him in a closet just like his kingdom left him in an empty town.

...but then he meets them and actually there's no reason to be mad at them. actually they're so cool. actually they also think the prophecy is stupid. actually they just lost him they didn't abandon him. actually they're leaving again and they think it was just a dream. so sad. he's alone forever in this world.

BUT!! jolly is his best buddy and after their confrontation in the prison floor (jolly wants him to stay because he thinks that if he lets them go he's going to be alone all over again and ralsei doesn't want to spend the rest of his life stuck in one place... again) he's like i have to talk to his parents they are clearly not being good with him. but jesting's so cool how can this be. and then he meets spamboss and it finally makes sense (HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM)

one day both ralsei and noelle are going 2 be happy....... and have tons of friends............... but they have to wait. and eat the same cake again

by the way...... susie's star............ it was noelle

#triscript #i would have talked about the maddie-pizzapants swap too but...... it needs its own post. stay tuned #shorter lore dump than usual!!!!! there's just not that much to say lol #(minecraft chest opening noise)

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katyspersonal · 2 years

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Gherman and Eileen (and if neither are available/you want, Micolash <3) for the character bingo :)

Hahaha, no man, never give me a right to choose! Because I will always chose all. Because I always have something to say. And if I don't, I obtain an opinion as I go because I am unhinged dfsdgh

Gehrman

If this isn't my favourite character to discuss... :smh:

I only mention how terribly he was treated in every second post about him, the dude can shake hands with Chara Undertale on having the character ruined by fandom for fandom for years. xD I started swinging between 'You can have an unflattering interpretation of the character, just quit mocking and accusing people who disagree' and 'Actually no, forget it. It is not even an "interpretation", it is outright lore-inaccurate and tone-deaf and wrong. Why I should be 'okay' with you ruining a cool character? Sure, shoving away the actual character and replacing them with what you want to see is not BAD, but it is not GOOD either. How would you feel if I completely overlooked lore and portrayal of male characters you love, for example Djura, and replaced them with a punching bag for all my grudges with the sexism this wretched world commits? Would you people be cool with that?'.

I am under obligation of being 'understanding' because, honestly, the real villain here is localisation team that turned the whole angle of perceiving the guy over - that made it easier to ignore/misinterpret the shit load of other evidence for his case. Can't easily recall victorian mourning dolls, or that when Doll held an ornament full of his feelings - she cried in joy and compassion, not staggered in disgust, after the gross comment they put in his mouth, huh? Hire fans 👏

Nonetheless, the character is pretty interesting for many reasons, and it did feel a bit odd for me that he says like... one thing and then disappears for interaction. I don't even know where does he keep disappearing as a person stuck on wheelchair? *squints at Flora very loudly* I cannot pick him as THE best character because he at the very least shares the place with Maria, Micolash and Djura - and that's just my opinion! But he certainly just has so much going on about him, having had guts to commit to a horrible fate for the sake of humanity and out of his faith in Healing Church, all that. There are just so many things about him? Training the hunters and starting a workshop, combining ruthless traits and tragedy and tender love too. (Also aesthetic alone is immaculate).

Eileen

Annnnnd it is a bit funny that after the most controversial character, you listed the least controversial one... xd There are just no ways to mess Eileen up, really. No bad fandom trends, no questionable ships, no off the mark opinions, like... you have to be diabolically inventive to mess up EILEEN of all characters? She is a bit of a fresh air as a character who is basically perfect and there aren't things to disagree on :')

And I honestly think she is one of the most needed characters for the overall setting, and the coolest way to execute a concept - because someone SHOULD be out there mercy-killing blood-drunk hunters! Besides beak mask seems to be her original one, so perhaps she was a plague doctor before, and thus no stranger to mercy-killing before Yharnam? She is just so grim, yet so sympathetic. Drama potential with Crow of Cainhurst? Awesome. But, I am yet to find a very cool justification as to why she only goes blood-drunk in the scenario where we never interact with her? Like... what butterfly effect did we cause? I feel like there is a fantastic explanation for what could have gone depending on us, that is right here but I am not seeing it @_@

There is no unpopular opinion field though, however I think that the fact that Hunter of Hunters seems to be a "hostile" concept to the League is underexplored? Oath runes logic (like Beast's Embrace vs Kin and Corruption vs Radiance), also Valtr himself seems blood drunk? And she sounds as if she's been waiting for an excuse to kill Henryk? However both her and League pursue 'gone wrong' hunters, so maybe they have rivarly over who kills them? Do they fight over whether to bury them with an honour or rip their guts in search of some bug she can't even see? I need something aaaaaa

Micolash

This IS my favorite character yooooo

I can go on about him forever, and in fact I kinda sorta did in lore and headcanons posts now? I would not say he got done 'dirty' by the fandom, more like... could have been better? Not to downvote anyone's uploads, but finding more or less model accurate fanart of the guy can be more challenging than it should be? I often see him all prettied-up, with slick straight hair (and sometimes that one anime 'ahoge' strand), with wider/stronger chin instead of his sharp weak one, smug face that is anything but his tired/eerie look, sometimes hair is brown...

It is not 'done dirty' but rather, 'if your Micolash looks at least somewhat creepy/uncomfy/unattractive, you are doing it right'. Similar with personality and portrayal, maybe it is my not-enough-fanfics-read sorry ass speaking but I feel like the fact that dude is mentally unstable, crazy, ran a literal madcult responsible for kidnapping and mutilating/reviving corpses and is stuck in the nightmare of his own desire is... overlooked? He is often portrayed as just a quirky funny guy obsessed with books that is not dangerous at all, even though he is easily THE most evil character? Right, making character worse makes my blood boil *looks in Gehrman's general direction*, but making character better...? It just makes me... confused? I am not angry, I just don't know why? Again, if your portrayal of Micolash is at least somewhat repulsive - you are doing it right x)

Well as you can tell already I have my issues with the character, but I also love him for the reasons hard to explain? It is complexity, depth, the context of the character (terminal stage of falling for the hubris, but researcher rather than cruel hunter), voice acting in either language, eccentric behaviour, him being fucking funny but you shiver if you actually THINK about him, him being such a nerd that he's the only NPC without a real weapon (only magic spells), he is just so PERFECT - both for the setting and as a tragic figure that fell from the grace as a scholar and KEEPS falling. From moral standpoint I am supposed to hate him, but he broke the limits of humanity and morality so far away that my typical measures no longer apply?

(And yes, I am adopting him because the guy clearly needs a mom figure :pensive: Everyone wants him to be Bad and Quirky on them, but who will give him a motherly hug and tell him he can rest from despair for now? /lh )

#ask replies #at this rate i should just place the 'we don't talk about bruno' post in my pinned but replace bruno with gehrman ahahaha #because when i hear his name i ALSO hear kill bill siren and can't be stopped until i rant fdshhsfdsd #bloodborne #fandomry rambles #gehrman the first hunter #eileen the crow #micolash host of the nightmare #by the way I am NOT tryna play 4D chess motivating people to create more messy mico for my amusement!#just tryna be more lore accurate guys dont mind me just tryna be accurate he is a cruel cruel man!#(ok here i dropped a reverse psychology hook hope it works)#(shit am i still clowning in the tags? hope i won't forget to erase this)#i think i've felt every emotion that exists and five completely new ones for humanity for micolash so far #(no context)#i think everything you really need to know about me as a writer is-#-the fact that 'basically perfect' characters are the ones i think about the least.#I need EVIL! I need MADNESS! I need CRIMES! FLAWS! CONTROVERCY!!!!!!#something to keep me at the edge of my seat because happiness and relaxation are alien concepts for me!#if they could be turned into water and sprinkled on me i'd melt like exorsized demon lol

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fismoll7secinv · 2 years

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Hi, again....I just want to say, sorry because I've already asked that question (fav books) in your other acc....if you don't mind, can I ask your top fav books/ manga/ manhwa/ anime? Sorry if you've already answered this question before (feel free if you want to answer or not).....Thanks again.....

SORRY I ANSWERED THIS A WHILE AGO BUT SAVED TO DRAFTS INSTEAD OF POSTING AAAAH

Aight so, books were already answered so I'll focus on asian comics and animation. For most of those it’s been many years since I read/watched it, so it may be just my nostalgia speaking xd But here you go nonetheless:

fma (manga and fma brotherhood, the other version of the anime was imo worse), d gray man <3, death note, yuri on ice, soul eater, senyuu (there aren’t many eps so I read the rest and IT’S SO WORTH IT), gintama, pandora hearts, angel beats (cried like a baby), durarara, madoka magica, tengen toppa gurren lagann, mp100 <33

only manhuas/manhwas: 19 days, tamen de gushi, dr frost

‘spooky’ or abstract: jigoku no shoujo, mononoke, ghost hunt, ghost hound or shinreigari (this was fucked up for my teenage self <3), bakemonogatari, shinsekai yori

naruto, kiseijuu, darker than black, detroit metal city, nana, mawaru penguindrum, natsume no yuujinchou, lucky star 😆, ouran high school 😆, no. 6, eyeshield 21

only as mangas: 1/2 prince, hikaru no go (i think it has anime but i didn’t watch)

not asian but MUST be mentioned: atla (avatar the last airbender)

ghibli ofc

Might have forgotten something, just from the top of my head

Recently I’ve been reading The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All and the webtoon version of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint and DAMN im digging both

#ask #thanad zid #ask opinion #shh yzz #IT'S BEEN A FEW MONTHS IM SO SORRY

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house-of-chemical-wolves · 1 year

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sorry friend wolf but 4, 6, 9, 12 and 20 for the tolkien questions c:

Oh Friend Fili.....these are tough........

4) What passage in Tolkien's books or in any of the films/shows/media speaks to you the most?

Gotta say, this is probably the hardest one to pick. Here's the quote I'm going with, from Thorin and Bilbo's final conversation in The Hobbit:

"There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."

The Hobbit is my favorite of the books, and I think this quote sort of epitomizes the themes of this particular story. The value of their journey and everything they went through to reclaim the mountain was not in the treasure hoard, but in the home they would make of it in the end. It rounds off all the themes, and tips the narrative arc as well as Bilbo's character arc into their completion, with his decision to journey back to the Shire after Thorin dies.

Also it makes me cry. It makes me cry every time I read it. It makes me cry for what was, and could have been, and what will never be. I cried just typing this out. It emotionally devastates me. It breaks my heart into a million bloody little pieces, and I will never be over it.

(If you're curious, my number two choice is Sam's speech to Frodo at the end of The Two Towers. You know the one.)

6) Favorite character in all of Tolkien's work?

.....In the middle of the earth, in the land of Shire lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire! With his long wooden pipe, fuzzy woolly toes, he lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him- Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins! He's only three feet tall! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins! The bravest little hobbit of them all!

9) The place (and time) you would most like to visit in Arda? Why?

Firstly, I would like to visit the Shire, always. It's beautiful and green and generally peaceful (aside from, you know, the Scouring and whatnot).

Secondly, I would like to have seen Khazad-dûm in its heyday during the Second Age. We know that Khazad-dûm became a haven for refugees from Nogrod and Belegost after the battles against Morgoth, as well as a thriving center for art and trade and intercultural exchange (especially since this was also a time and place of much friendlier relations between dwarrow and elves).

What we see of Khazad-dûm through the main narratives is mostly tragic- a place defined by grief and ruin. I would like to have seen it when it was a place defined more by joy and laughter and creation.

12) Tolkien's work contains a lot of interesting themes: devastation of war, things lost that cannot be restored, rebirth/renewal, holding true to one's companions even when it is darkest, and others. Which is the most important to you?

Courage. Courage in the face of overwhelming, even impossible odds. Bilbo encountering Smaug, and then trying to barter peace with the Arkenstone ("Going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did."). The Battle of the Pelennor Fields ("We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor." "No, we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless."). The Battle of the Black Gate ("We must walk open-eyed into that trap, with courage, but small hope for ourselves."; "A day may come when the courage of men fails...but it is not this day! This day we fight!"). Frodo and Sam's last climb up Mount Doom ("Sam struggled on as best he could, having no guidance but the will to climb as high as might be before his strength gave out."; "A gleam of hope returned...So foot by foot, like small grey insects, they crept up the slope.").

....Damn, I really made myself cry again with this one.

20) What is your favorite Tolkien universe headcanon? Why did you choose to accept it?

Friend Fili, I'm stealing this one from you (though I will admit, this one has been so integrated into my view of Middle Earth that I actually forgot it wasn't canon XD).

It brings my heart joy to believe that the hobbits, who so love the rolling hills and little rivers and all things that grow, are creations of Yavanna. Also because Bagginshield. Always because Bagginshield.

#friend fili as always you are a gift and a treasure and i adore you <3 #klngfili #tolkien asks #ask game

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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250 of 2023

Mercury: What’s your full name?

...and what else? Do you really think I’m gonna share my last name here?

Venus: What’s your first language?

Dutch.

Earth: Where’s your home?

Where my heart is. Middelkerke, Belgium.

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

Gay, but asexual.

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

Yes, one younger sister.

Saturn: Any pets?

Two cats, both girls.

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

Photography and travels.

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

In a week.

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

23:13, it’s night.

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

Nothing, my uni is on hiatus.

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol?

Lol no, I don’t even know what it is. Are you kidding me?

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?

Yeah, almost.

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

No, and I don’t want to.

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?

I’ve been to six countries in total, all in Europe.

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness?

I’m not a crybaby.

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?

Taking my medication.

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?

The people I love, and my cats.

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone?

No, my bones are ridiculously strong.

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

No. I keep secrets because that’s my nature, and I’m a terrible liar.

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Yeah, that friend who used to call me “his little brother”. I’ve heard his depression went really bad.

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

Had sex lol.

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Christmas and summer vacations.

Orion: Favourite month?

June and July.

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

I don’t like these “favourite” questions. How can I choose just one book if I love to read??

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Physics.

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Piano, violin, harp, cello.

Gemini: Favourite song?

Too many to mention. How on earth am I supposed to choose just one?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

My hometown. Or the beach nearby.

Libra: Favourite colour?

Black and green.

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

All my hoodies and cargo trousers. Nothing tight.

Aries: Favourite movie?

Ew, movies. Boring.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Either warm and sunny or thunderstorms.

Hydra: Favourite sound?

Sea waves on thr beach, cat’s purring, the sound of rain/wind outside the window (especially at night), thunders.

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?

Marc, I suppose.

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?

Half and half.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I don’t. For me, it’s nothing more than infatuation. How can you fall for someone you know nothing about?

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

At the age of 22. Never felt the need before that.

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

0/10 lol. I come across as flirty (that’s what others say), but I absolutely have no clue how to do it consciously XD

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much?

No, he left me. It was the time of emotional turmoil.

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to?

He(’s already my husband.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

I love my husband, that’s it. I have some platonic interests, too.

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?

No, I don’t think so.

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity?

No, I’m a terrible liar.

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship?

Friendship, no. Relationship, mostly yes.

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup?

No, but it was a painful time nonetheless.

Comet: What’s your big dream?

To be healthy.

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

No health problems, big house, my husband and cats beside me, and going to work because I absolutely love my job.

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

“You’re intriguing”. There is someone whose name I don’t know, but I’ve seen him several times and he’s really intriguing.

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be?

That brain incident.

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be?

My grandma, but she’s not a thing.

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

The same thing as I do now. Working in my job, travelling, living with my husband and cats.

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

Travel around the world.

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be?

My husband, easy.

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

Becoming friends with someone. Or rather three “someones”.

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

Holy shit, a bunch of triggering questions out there.

#survey #q&a survey #themed survey

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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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You Just Wait

gif is from @twilightofficial

A/N: The hardest part of writing a fic is honestly choosing the love interest XD I have so many fictional boyfriends it’s hard to choose just one. I have noticed a significant lack of Jared Cameron content and he’s super adorable so here it is! Also, I left the concept a little bit more vague so more people can relate to it. It doesn’t specifically say vaginismus, it’s more of a general “sex doesn’t normally go well for me” type thing.

Bottomless, covered in chocolate sauce, walking through the woods, phone dead, in the middle of August on a weekday. How did you end up here? Jared Cameron. Your boyfriend. He had roped you in to an elaborate prank on Paul that hadn’t exactly gone as planned. Needless to say, you were desperate for a shower and a nap. A hot meal wouldn’t hurt. And you were beyond irritated, not even looking Jared’s way as he walked next to you in a similar state.

“Babe, if you let me carry you, we’ll get home way faster,” he whined.

You didn’t respond, only walking with more frustration around the roots and fallen trees. It was growing dark, just about twilight, and you knew you wouldn’t be reaching either of your houses at this rate. You were miles into the forest. But your pride kept you from accepting Jared’s wolfy-back ride, because he tended to make lots of jokes about being between your legs and you riding him and blah blah blah, and you honestly might punch him right now if he did that.

So you just kept ignoring him, arms folded tightly against your chest because, yes, it was August, but this was also the Washington coast. It got pretty chilly no matter what time of year it was.

“I can see you shivering from here,” he pleaded, almost sounding in pain at the thought of you being uncomfortable. “It’s only gonna get colder. Let me help you.”

You ignored him.

“C’mooonnnnnn,” he cried. His preferred way of cracking your silence was usually by annoying you out of it, and it was working. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon c’m-”

“Jared, I swear to God!”

“Aha! She speaks!” he laughed.

“”Only to tell you to be quiet, or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what?” he cut you off. “I’m way stronger than you!” He was teasing you into talking to him. Even if it was in the form of arguing. Damn, he always got you to crack. You stopped walking, turning to face him, arms still held tightly around yourself. You couldn’t resist a good bicker, and Jared knew that. He would get the sass to come out, and then once you got tired, he’d apologize and you’d be made up within half an hour. That’s what always happened. And you couldn’t exactly stay mad at those big brown puppy eyes for long.

“Physically, maybe,” you chided, “but I’m definitely way smarter than you.”

He stepped closer to you, a playful smirk on his face. “What, are you gonna read me to death or something?”

“I’m gonna strategize a huge plan, manipulate you, and leave you here in the forest by yourself. That’s what I’m gonna do,” you sassed. He never took arguments to heart, which is one thing you loved about him. He knew how grumpy you could get and would let you vent, and then make you forget all about the problem.

“Oh, okay, yeah sure,” he giggled, hands going up in defense. “I’m just saying that in this situation, there is no way you come out on top. You run, I catch you. You hide, I sniff you out,” he teased. This made you crack an almost imperceptible smile, but one he noticed nonetheless. “And if you did somehow manage to get away from me, you’d freeze to death in an hour flat.” The cold breeze that caused you to shiver more violently could not have had worse timing. Obviously, Jared noticed, and his face dropped. He approached you slowly, silently asking if you were still mad enough to not let him touch you. When you didn’t step back or stop him, he wrapped both his arms around you and brought you into a huge bear hug. You sighed at his warmth, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He’d given you his hoodie hours ago, and was left in only a pair of shorts, though he didn’t seem to notice. Damn him and his werewolf heat.

You still shivered in his arms, but his feverish temperature was a relief to your aching bones.

“See? Could’ve been warm hours ago,” he teased once again, noting your clinginess.

“Shut up. I’m still mad,” you mumbled into his neck. He laughed softly to himself, rubbing his hands up and down your body to create more heat. After a few minutes, you were starting to struggle to keep your eyes open. It had to be close to 2 in the morning, and you’d been walking for what felt like hours. Jared could have easily run home and let you brood alone, but he stuck with you no matter how long you went without speaking to him.

“Sleepy?” he murmured into your hair. You just nodded softly, and didn’t protest as he bent down, one hand going behind your knees and the other staying around your back. He picked you up with ease and started walking through the woods once more with an “Okay Princess, I got you.” His stride never faltered, easily avoiding tripping over roots or slipping on rain-soaked moss. He must have been walking for about 30 minutes, never so much as breathing hard or shifting you in his grip. You didn’t sleep, but welcomed the rest he allowed you. Your eyes were closed, head resting on his shoulder when you felt him stop. You looked up, and in the distance, maybe 50 yards away, you saw a small building.

“Hunter’s cabin, I’m guessing. No one’s home,” Jared stated, anticipating your questions.

“Think there’ll be blankets?” you wondered, tired, yet still playful.

“What, am I not enough for you?” he feigned mock hurt as you giggled at his unshakeable good attitude. Without another word, he began walking towards the small cabin, which was about the size of an average bedroom. When you reached the door, he set you down gently, holding his hands close to your waist while you found your footing, and then wrapping an arm over your shoulders to keep you warm.

“I’m assuming it’s locked,” you sighed, disappointed.

“Babe, no door is locked when you have super strength. Honestly, I thought you’d have more faith in me by now,” he smiled brightly.

“You can’t just go around kicking random people’s doors in!” you scolded.

“Okay, first of all, I can tell by the smell that no one’s been here in years. Second of all, how would anyone know it was us that broke in and not, like, a deer? And third of all, I’d say this counts as an emergency,” he sassed right back at you. You looked at him in annoyance, too tired and cold to actually care.

After a long sigh, you muttered “fine.”

He immediately turned to the door, not letting you so much as inhale before he slammed his foot into the space next to the knob, the door all but flying off its hinges. The whole scene caused deafening noise that interrupted the silence of the trees.

“Jesus!” you called out in surprise, a hand shooting up to your pounding heart. You look around, though knowing no one was around for miles. Jared only turned to look at you, a cheeky smile adorning his face, and said,

“See? Told ya.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the loving and admiring energy that overcame you. Jared really was one in a million, and you were lucky to be by his side. He could be in the worst situation in the world and still find something to laugh about.

He motioned for you to go in first, ever the gentleman. Walking through the door, the first thing you noticed was the dust. The entire inside of the cabin was covered in a thick layer of it. There was a small, rickety couch with cushions so worn they had holes in them throughout. And the fabric… my God. It looked like something from the 60’s, an obnoxious floral that had faded over time, and now just looked flat out stained. There was a flimsy throw blanket over the back of the couch, a cooler in the corner of the room that was covered in dirt, and on the opposite wall, a fireplace! No wood, no matches, but it was there. The floor was scattered with bullet shells, receipts, and decayed leaves. It was obvious no one had been in here for at least 3 or 4 years.

“Okay, I can work with this,” Jared said. You really were jealous of his optimism. But, as disgusting as this place was, it beat the frigid breeze of outside, and had a place where you could rest your heads. You walked over to the couch, grabbing the blanket and beating the dust off of it. It was really only meant for one person, but you guys were okay with getting close. It would do.

Jared walked over to the opposite corner where the cooler sat by the fireplace and opened the lid, peeking inside.

“Just water,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

“Were you really gonna eat whatever was in there?” you spoke incredulously.

“Babe, I’m starving. You have no idea how close I am to licking that chocolate sauce off of you,” he voiced. You had almost forgotten about the sticky sauce that covered both of your clothes. That prank really was a disaster. You looked down, face heating at the thought of Jared’s mouth on you like that, and turned to the fireplace where he stood. He was looking on the mantle, oblivious to the effect his comment had on you, and exclaimed “Aha!” before reaching up to grab something. “A lighter. We’re saved! Well, you are,” he laughed looking over at your shivering form once more. “Stay here and get comfy. I’m gonna go get some wood.”

You tried your best, sitting on the edge of the couch and immediately feeling a spring poking you in the butt. The couch really was tiny. You guys were gonna have to bundle up close to fit. The thought excited you. Sure, you and Jared had always been comfortable touching and holding each other, but there were certain areas of your relationship you had yet to explore. More… intimate areas. It was your fault mostly. To make a long story short, you’ve just never enjoyed sex. You found yourself not able to get aroused, which made things painful. Sure, you wanted to. You’d thought about it a ton. But in the moment, your head was so full of thoughts of ‘What if he thinks I’m ugly? What if I smell? Am I doing this right? Is he having a good time? Am I taking too long?’ that you just stopped trying. And obviously you wanted to have sex with Jared, but you were worried he’d be disappointed. By the time he got back, just a few minutes later, you had brought your knees up to your chest, holding your legs close in an effort to preserve warmth.

“Doing okay Sweetheart?” he asked gently. You gave a small smile and nodded in response. He plopped the logs in his arms down into the fireplace, scavenging the floor for receipts, dried leaves, anything that would catch fire. He dumped these into the fireplace and lit them, the fire catching within seconds. He walked over to the other side of the room where the couch was before bending down, grabbing the bottom lip of it, and pulling it (and you) across the floor, one-handed, and closer to the fire. “Better?” You had always been in awe of his strength. Let’s be honest, it was just plain sexy. Again, you just nodded your head, staring at him in adoration.

He sat beside you on the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulders again, and leaning back, taking you with him. You cuddled into his side, watching the fire.

“Ya know, if you take away the shitty couch and sticky clothes and add a few more blankets, this would actually be pretty nice,” he finally spoke.

You laughed softly, replying, “It would. The couch isn’t even awful, but these clothes are really ruining the mood for me.”

“Well why don’t you get out of ‘em, hot stuff?” he joked. You knew he wasn’t serious because you guys haven’t gotten that far yet, but something, maybe the exhaustion or the way he kept challenging you today, made you want to actually do it. Before you could lose your nerve, you reached down, pulling off the hoodie and shirt in one go and tossing them onto the floor. You relaxed back into his arms in just a bra, acting like nothing had happened. He was frozen beside you. Maybe it was mean, but you wanted to tease him a little. He’d put you through a lot today, so you wanted to mess with him a tiny bit. So, coolly, you brought a hand onto his thigh and began running it up and down, going higher and higher with each pass. He was still frozen, so you gave a light squeeze, and heard him inhale sharply, though he tried to hide it.

“I thought you were tired,” he commented.

“Guess I’m not anymore,” you responded, turning to face him boldly. He immediately leaned in to kiss you, softly as always. You reciprocated, bringing your other hand up to cup his face. His arm that was around your shoulders slipped down around your waist, pulling you in further. Jared had always been gentle when kissing you, so you knew you’d have to make the first move to deepen it. Which is exactly what you did. Running your hand up his head and grabbing his hair, you pulled him towards you even more and traced your tongue across his bottom lip. He responded by matching your energy, tongue slipping out to caress yours before bringing your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling softly. You guys had never kissed like this before. You felt a bead of warmth pool in your abdomen, something you’d never felt with a guy before. Sure, you’d been turned on while watching certain videos or reading certain fanfiction by yourself, but you’d never actually experienced it with someone before. It was exciting. Maybe it was the knowledge that you could stop things at any time and he wouldn’t be upset, or maybe it was how in love with you he really was, but you didn’t feel nervous or worried. You felt comfortable.

Taking things a step further, you swung your leg over both of his, moving to straddle his lap.

He pulled away slightly at this, making you ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he responded, “I just don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

You smiled, “I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do. Are you?”

“Are you seriously asking me that question right now?” He laughed, making you giggle along.

You leaned back in for another kiss, when he stopped you again. “What exactly… are we doing, though?” You knew what he was silently asking. Are we about to go all the way? And you didn’t know yet. This had started out as playful teasing, but now you were beginning to think that maybe you did want to try something. With Jared. He was it for you, the one you wanted to spend forever with. If you couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone. And he’d taken such good care of you these last few hours, keeping you warm, making sure you were storming off in the right direction, that you knew he’d appreciate you in a more intimate sense.

“I- I kind of would like to try… some stuff,” you answered.

He looked at you, eyes wide, before answering, “What kind of stuff? I mean, I will do literally anything you ask me to do and you know that, but I didn’t really prepare for this. Like, I don’t… have what we need.” Oh, a condom. What a responsible boy.

“I’m on the pill,” you replied a little too quickly before looking down and fiddling with your hands. “If you want to.”

“Y/N, I would be absolutely fucking honored,” he breathed, before cupping your face and pulling you into the most heated kiss yet. Your tongues danced, hands wandering. Yours, across his muscled chest and abdomen, and his, down your waist and around to cup your pantsless ass, squeezing firmly. It felt nice. He handled you in a way that was gentle and painless, but still dominant and firm. And it made the heat in your belly grow. You continued kissing for several minutes, your hands moving up his neck and eventually landing in his hair once more, and his remaining on your ass and waist. You softly sucked at his lower lip, nibbling slightly, and it made him let out a low growl and pull your hips forward onto his, where you felt something hard push against you. You knew what it was, and it didn’t scare you like it normally would. You did, however, feel your damp underwear. Shit, that’s never happened before. You were normally bone dry at this point. You let out a soft sigh, grinding your hips onto him once more.

He softened his kisses slightly, bringing a hand around to your stomach and running his knuckles lightly across your lower abdomen.

“Can I?” He questioned delicately.

“Yes,” you replied almost immediately. He brought his hand under the waistband of your underwear, when you said, “Wait,” and he stopped. “Just one thing. I kind of… have never been able to do this without it hurting a lot, so maybe you could just try to be gentle?”

“Oh, baby, you’ve been in pain before? I’m so sorry,” he whispered genuinely.

“It’s okay, I just…” It was now or never. He should know. “Normally I’m super nervous about everything, so I can’t really… get into it, and when girls aren’t into it it’s kind of… dry? And that makes it kind of hurt really bad.” You faded out at the end, feeling embarrassed. He brought his hand out of your underwear and up to your chin, tilting your face up to look him in the eye, looking concerned. “But I’m into this, I mean, right now. I’m excited. I just thought I should warn you,” you awkwardly laughed at the end.

“You promise? Because you know that if you want to stop we will, and I would never be upset or pressure or anything like that,” he spoke sweetly, making your heart flutter. And you did know that, which is why you felt comfortable. Every other time, you felt that if you went past a certain point, you couldn’t say stop. Couldn’t call it off without making whatever guy you were with super mad and then… who knows what would happen. But when Jared spoke those words, you believed him.

“I promise. And I know you’ll stop. But I don’t want you to.”

With this, he scanned your face one more time for any signs of hesitation, and when he found none, brought you down into another heated kiss. You felt his hand trail from your chin down to your breasts, skimming over your bra, down your stomach and once again to the waistband of your underwear. Only this time he didn’t go under. He stayed on top of the fabric and brought his hand down between your legs, index finger brushing lightly against your core. You barely felt it, and began to worry that you’d once again feel numb. Oftentimes, when guys would touch you or go down on you, you felt nothing. It was like you were broken or something. And you started to become concerned that tonight would be no different.

But he brought his finger down again, repeating the same movement, only with significantly more pressure this time, and it had you release an involuntary sigh. And instead of removing his finger like he had the first time, he kept it over your clit, drawing firm circles.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, Jared staring intently at your face.

“Oh, wow,” you finally breathed.

“Good?” he asked cockily, wearing a large smirk. He repeated the movement again, drawing a line from your core to your clit, stopping to rub circles.

“Mmm hmm,” you sighed. He leaned in once more to meet you with the sloppiest, dirtiest kiss you two had shared yet, and it only made you grind your center into his hand. He repeated the action several times over, and you were a writhing mess in minutes.

He brought a finger under your waistband once more, stretching the elastic out before letting it snap lightly against your skin. “Let’s take these off, hmm?” You’d never stood up so fast in your life, practically ripping the panties off of you, taking your bra off with it. Jared stood up to remove his shorts, but stopped to stare.

“What?” you questioned shyly, moving to cover up.

“You’re literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

The boy quite literally had heart eyes for you.

“Oh,” you responded meekly, cheeks heating up. When you kept looking back at him, he seemed to snap back into the moment and hurriedly ripped off his shorts and underwear, sitting back on the couch and opening his arms for you. You moved to straddle his hips the same way as before, and he brought his arms around to embrace you as you shared another heated kiss. One of his hands moved up to cup your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple as if you were made of glass. Jared pulled his mouth off of yours and trailed his lips down the side of your face, to your jaw, and down onto your neck, suckling lightly and leaving wet kisses. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, and brought one of your hands down between you two to grasp him. He shuddered, only grabbing your hips and bringing you impossibly closer. His other hand trailed down to your center once more, going straight to your core and gathering the slight wetness there before bringing his finger up to your clit and circling. With your underwear out of the way, you felt almost lightheaded at his touch. You never knew how girls could cum during sex before, because you never seemed to feel much at all unless it was pain, but with how aroused you were right now and Jared’s movements, you thought for the first time that you may actually be able to finish. People do say that 90% of sex is mental, and you guessed this is what they meant. The more into it you are, the more physical sensation you actually feel. Groundbreaking.

“Can I finger you?” he murmured huskily into your neck.

You tensed slightly at this, but trusted him. If you said stop, he would. “Ok, just go slow.”

“Of course,” he responded before placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder and bringing his index finger back to your core, swirling around the entrance a few times. You took a few deep breaths to relax your muscles, and he looked at you, wordlessly asking, Ready? You nodded, and he slipped his finger in, just to the first knuckle, and held it still while he brought his thumb to your clit and continued rubbing. When he noticed you visibly relax, he slipped his finger in further to the second knuckle, stopping for a few seconds, and then all the way. He kept it here again, giving you time to adjust or tell him to stop, all the while keeping you stimulated with his thumb. It felt really good. Well, you didn’t exactly feel his finger at all, which was better than pain, and his thumb was making you crazy. Your breathing was labored at this point, eyebrows furrowed as you held onto his shoulders, nails digging in and sure to leave scratches. He pressed the finger inside of you onto your front wall suddenly, massaging the ridges firmly, and you let out a moan. Your first real moan ever. And damn did it get Jared excited. He continued this motion again and again, building in intensity and pressure slowly. When he felt how wet you had become, he pulled his finger back out to the first knuckle, and added his middle finger next to it, sliding them both back in slowly so as not to hurt you. Your eyes widened at the stretch, but it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered to yourself, before moaning once more as his fingers began the ‘come-hither’ motion once more.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concerned at your cursing.

“No, feels so good,” you moaned, and he smiled at this, increasing the pressure even more. Your eyes screwed shut, hips stuttering over his hand, letting him finger fuck you for several more minutes as you began to feel a tightening in your stomach. He brought his thumb off of your clit finally, adjusting his hand for a better angle and bringing his other hand off of your waist and up to his mouth, licking his thumb and bringing that down to your clit, resuming the tight circles. You could hear how wet you were, feeling too good to be embarrassed. The heat in your stomach was building, spreading. You felt your legs begin to shake, muscles begin to tighten around his fingers, and your eyes screwed shut as you opened your mouth in a silent scream and came. The waves of pleasure washed over you for a long time, Jared slowing his movements down so as not to overstimulate you. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were panting, legs feeling like Jello. Jared was staring at you with a look of absolute awe on his face, mouth agape and dick rock hard, red, and leaking precum. He was more turned on than he had ever been from actual sex before, and it was only from watching you.

“Fuck, baby that was so hot,” he all but moaned.

You reached down to grasp him, panting a “your turn.”

He grabbed both your wrists, stopping you. “Nuh uh, this is about you. Lie the fuck down.”

You gasped, his dominant tone turning you on despite your recent climax. You both knew that if you were even slightly uncomfortable, things would stop immediately. But it was fun for both of you to let him be a little aggressive. You did as told, lying long ways across the couch cushions, Jared moving to kneel between your legs, moving your knees softly apart so he could look at all of you. You didn’t feel insecure being exposed like this. You felt excited.

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?” he questioned.

“I have never been more sure, Jared baby, I want to,” you pleaded. This was enough for him, so he brought his dick down to line up with your entrance, rubbing the tip up and down a few times to collect your wetness. He was worried that there wouldn’t be enough lubricant, so he brought a hand up to his mouth and spit, rubbing the saliva on his cock.

“You just wait ‘til we get some real lube and a real fucking bed, Princess. You won’t be able to walk for days.” You shuddered at the thought of this, and of the sensation of his dick rubbing around your clit and back down to your entrance. He pushed in slightly, letting the tip in before pausing and checking your face for any signs of pain. When he found none, he pushed in slightly more, and more. He was being extremely slow, and you appreciated it. Guys normally would just shove themselves inside, not giving you any time to adjust before pounding away. But Jared was careful, despite how turned on you knew he was. He still had your best interest in mind. Within a couple of minutes, he was fully seated inside of you, staying still until you told him to move. He brought his face down to give you a sweet kiss, waiting for you to give him the signal.

After a few seconds, you didn’t feel any sort of stinging or pain, so you nodded, saying “Just start slow.”

“Of course,” he replied genuinely. He pulled his hips back just a few inches, before slowly grinding them back into yours. You closed your eyes, focusing on keeping your muscles loose and relaxed as he continues this movement a few more times. The next time he pushed in, he ground his hips further into yours, hitting the deepest parts of you. This had you release a gasp, eyes opening to meet his. “Okay?” he questioned.

“Yes.”

He did this several more times, letting you get used to the feeling of him being so deep inside of you, before your hips began to grind back into his. It felt really good. When he noticed this, he began pulling his hips back more, pushing back in slightly faster, and this had you moaning. You threw your head back, back arched, just enjoying the sensations. Your hands were grasping at his shoulders, definitely leaving scratch marks.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he responded, planting sloppy kisses to your neck and collar bone. “Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You smiled at this, glad he was enjoying it as much as you were. “Go ahead, cum for me,” you spoke, and your words had him right on the edge. He pulled out of you quickly, hand fisting his cock as he stared at your sweaty, writhing body below him. He came hard, spilling onto your stomach as he growled out, the sound making your toes curl, almost animalistic. You both remained in this position as you came down, breaths labored and eyes barely open. He stood up fully off of the couch and reached for the flimsy blanket on the floor, using it to wipe off your stomach. He threw it into the corner of the room and lay down next to you on the couch, gathering you up into his arms to cuddle.

“Did you have a good time?” he asked almost nervously after a few minutes.

“Nah, kinda sucked,” you teased, and he let out a playful laugh, lightly shoving you away before pulling you back and planting a kiss on your temple.

A pause. “For real though,” he prodded, beginning to panic slightly.

You burst out laughing. “Of course I had a good time, Jared. Best i’ve ever had, if I’m being honest.”

“Ok good,” he sighed, relieved but trying not to show that you actually had him nervous for a second.

Another pause. “Did… did you have a good time?” you questioned back at him.

He seemed almost offended at the question, bringing a hand up to cup your face so that your eyes met his. “Y/N, this was the best night of my entire life. That was perfect. You are perfect. And I’m glad you trusted me enough to do that with you.”

You felt your eyes sting slightly, emotions running wild. You considered yourself the luckiest girl in the world to be with Jared Cameron. Not only was he totally gorgeous, but kind, hilarious, and great in bed.

In an effort to switch the tone back to a more playful one, you replied, “Yeah, well I was promised some more fun involving real lube and a real bed so…”

He tugged you further into him, wrapping his arms around you in a way that made you think he might never let go. He laughed, and said “Oh, you just wait.”

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