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Drag Me Under
Request: anon—Colby and Reader are friends who won’t admit their romantic feelings to one another, and in order to make her jealous, Colby interacts with another girl, but instead, it makes the Reader distance herself from him. Make it very angsty and fluffy.
Summary: Colby decides to get with another girl to make the Reader confess her feelings for him, but it backfires nearly costing them their friendship instead.
Warnings: Angst, Jealousy, Vomiting, Alcohol, Colby x Reader smut, Unprotected sex, Couple Arguing, Crying during sex, Body worship, Praises, and fluff that will put tears in your eyes…
Words: 9.8k
No Y/N Used
Title is from ‘Drag Me Under’ by Sleep Token
My heart ached with every second I wasn’t safely unaware in my sleep.
A desperation gnawed bone deep, and I wasn’t in any place to get rid of it. Every second I was in that house my stomach was in knots to the point where I couldn’t hold food down.
I hated him; oh I hated him so much that it made me sick.
And then not even my sleep was safe.
I thrusted awake in the dead of night with sweat across my skin and my legs pushed so tightly together I thought I would combust. The last time I woke up teetering the edge of a climax I was in high school when hormones were high and common sense was low.
I lay there until the sun cast a blue sheen to my room, and thought about whether his hands in real life would feel as world shattering.
And then I would see him in real life, he would open his mouth, and I would roll my eyes and inwardly kick myself. For such a pretty face and beautiful body, he sure was a bonehead and a half. God, it pissed me off. Every time he opened his mouth I was reminded how clueless he was, how much of an idiot he was.
So tell me why I was head over heels for Colby when there wasn’t a chance in heaven or hell he’d look in my direction for anything more than brainless banter?
“The fuck happened to you?” I shot a glare in Jake’s direction when I entered the kitchen. My eyes must have been puffy and red since it took work to keep them opened. I heard the padded soles of my house shoes against the tile; I couldn’t even take full steps without dragging my feet. He sat at the island—in my opinion, with no better appearance than me—eating cereal and scrolling on his phone.
”Why are you here?” I snapped back. “You’ve been back for longer than you’ve lived here.”
”Jesus Christ,” he laughed. “I forgot how rough you were in the morning.”
”Talk to me about it again and I’ll dig your eyeballs out with that spoon—“
”It’s nine in the morning, why are we doing this already?” I glared at Sam as he walked in the room. I proceeded to make my own lazy cereal.
”He said I looked a certain way—“
”I didn’t say you looked like anything, I just asked what happened to you?”
”Nothing did,” I snapped back and whirled around to face him. “But something might happen to you if you don’t shut up.” Jake’s eyes widened as they glanced down at the spoon I pointed at him.
”I don’t think a spoon will do anything to him,” Sam said. I glared at him next.
”Want to find out?” He took a step back when I took a step towards him. I sized him up. “You’re not worth dirtying another spoon.”
I grabbed my bowl of cereal and walked out of the kitchen.
Last night we had a party.
Now, I’m not one to usually lose myself at a house party—that was such a lie—but apparently I took it too far last night, and throwing up before it’s one am and looking like road kill in the morning “ruins parties” or something. I assumed Colby was still asleep. Or at least in his room.
I walked up there and held my breath when my knees hurt while taking the stairs. I took a bite of cereal and didn’t even think twice before barging into his room. He was still in bed; laid on his stomach with an arm over the edge like he checked the time on his phone but then fell back asleep mid placing it back on the table.
He made a deep whining noise as to say “what the fuck are you doing here” but I didn’t mind it and closed the door behind me.
“Dipshits downstairs were threatening me already and I thought you’d be too asleep to do that so I’m tolerating your presence for breakfast.”
”It’s like—“ He squinted as he checked his phone. “It’s nine forty. Why aren’t you asleep?”
”You’re the only one still in bed.” He grumbled and lay back down albeit this time on his back. I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed facing him with my legs crossed. I took another bite. His head lifted and he looked at me then my bowl and then he plopped back down.
”Why are you here?”
”Jesus fuck if you all want me to leave so bad—”
”No, don't go,” he said as I went to get up. I sat back down.
I took another bite in hopes that if I swallowed cereal the butterflies in my throat would go down with it. His voice was so much deeper than usual and his hair poked in every direction. He ran a hand through it as he focused on whatever was on his phone.
“Weren’t we going on the podcast toda—“
”Oh shit, yeah,” he interrupted me as if his remembrance was too visceral to keep quiet. Then he sat up. The blanket fell to his lap and his hands covered his face. Then he looked at me and then my cereal again.
”You better not have taken the last of it.”
”Tell that to Jake and Sam.” He shook his head. “When did you even go to bed last night?”
”I think like four or something,” he replied with a yawn.
”Oh,” I said and took my last bite.
”You were asleep by probably two,” he scoffed. I wanted to kick him but it would have been too much work. He laughed and continued, “Fuck you were so sick I thought I was going to have to make people leave, but Tara brought you in the bathroom for like an hour and then you fell asleep.”
”God forbid a girl be a lightweight.”
”Last night was worse than usual, did you do anything different?” I sighed and recounted my steps yesterday. I went with the boys on a hike and we had a late breakfast then I filmed a video with a friend so by the time I made it back home, we had a small snack for dinner and the party started. I also had four too many shots.
”I didn’t eat enough and drank a lot more than I usually do.”
”You’re an idiot.”
”Me? You’re the idiot for forcing me to go on that stupid hike and then I’m hungry all night and the alcohol wasn’t hitting me—“
”You’re so dumb,” he laughed and shook his head as he stood up from bed. My throat clamped tightly together as my eyes fell down his body and up again before he would notice. “Maybe you should have eaten something then.”
”I had chips.”
”Chips aren’t enough when you drink that much.”
”Whatever,” I grumbled. I didn’t have the grit in me to bicker with him, not when he looked like a God despite slowly making his way into his bathroom with a light hangover. I couldn’t look away from his dark skin when he curved the corner out of sight.
I didn’t care if he might have caught my gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
“Is only Sam and Jake here?” He asked. I had to choke down the tension in my throat.
”Um, I’m not sure. I saw them then ran because they were being mean.”
”I mean they’re not wrong; we all look like shit after a party.”
”You’re an asshole.”
”Someone has to be.”
”Not all of you can be mean to me! Besides,” I swallowed tightly when he walked across the doorway towards the sink. He washed his hands before washing his face. “I’m about to be put through the ringer right now; Tara said she was coming back before the podcast so we can take photos or something.”
He walked back in the room and it took work to look at him in the eyes.
”Sam and I might go—“
”On a damn hike again, I thought so.” He laughed and slung his jeans at me before he pulled them on.
”You should order real breakfast for everyone,” he said when he pulled on a shirt and grabbed a hat, his phone, and shocks and shoes.
”Alright, give me your phone.” He rolled his eyes and tossed it to me.
I followed him downstairs while scrolling through breakfast options.
“Hey Sam,” Colby said as I followed him into the kitchen.
”Oh hey.”
”Wow he’s up already.”
”Do you have shit to talk to everyone when they first wake up?” I snapped at Jake. He burst out laughing.
“Want to go still?” Colby asked Sam and completely ignored my banter with Jake.
”Yeah let’s go,” Sam said and rinsed his cup out at the sink.
”No no, that wasn’t talking shit. I only save that for you.” I flicked him off as he picked up his backpack. “I’m going. Got some stuff to do apparently,” Jake said.
”Yeah cool, we’re going out for a little bit anyway. Unless you’re up for a morning hike.”
”I’m not up for anything that starts with the word ‘morning.’” Jake said back, and I rolled my eyes as I purposely collided into my shoulder as he passed me. “See you guys.”
”See you,” Colby said and he turned to me. “You sure you wanna be here by yourself?”
”Rather than sweating my ass off in the am? Fuck yes. I’m taking a shower then parking my ass in bed until Tara gets here.”
”Fine,” Colby laughed. “Let’s go, Sam.”
And they were gone.
I took a shower and paid extra attention to my puffy face. If photos were in my near future, I needed the help. Then I sat in bed like I said and watched Netflix while scrolling on TikTok until the food arrived.
It was an hour later when it did, and I was pushing the food in the oven to keep warm when Tara arrived.
”Oh my god it smells so good,” were her first words to me.
”I ordered food for us. We’ll have breakfast when Sam and Colby come back.”
“Sweet. You’re in one piece this morning,” she giggled as she dropped her backpack and placed the smaller makeup bags on the island. I rolled my eyes.
”Yeah, a shower and a boy-less house works wonders I suppose.”
”I was surprised you didn’t crawl in bed with Colby last night. I mean, unless you did after I left.”
I choked on nothing.
”What do you mean?” I gasped; my face already heated up. What did I do last night?
”You had a lot to say about him when you were drunk and sobbing in the bathroom.”
”Tara,” I gasped quietly. “What did I say?” She laughed; a pink tone on her face. “Tara!”
”I didn’t know you wanted to kiss Colby so badly. You actually hide it really well. I mean… Mostly.” The walls around me crumbled and I turned away from her so she couldn’t see the blatant blush on my face. But it was too late, she burst out laughing. “It’s okay! It’s not that big of a—“
”No one was supposed to know that,” I mumbled.
”Okay, well I’m sorry your drunk self needed to tell someone that badly. At least it was me and not him. I had to convince him to not stay with us and that I could handle you.”
”Really?” I gasped. She nodded.
”How much do you remember?”
”Hardly anything.” She bit her lip in thought. “Tara,” I warned. “What else did I say?”
”You should talk to Colby.” My stomach fell out of my ass.
”No. No way. Why do you think I should—What else did I say about him?”
”You—well… All I’m saying is if you talk to him, I think it will all work out.” My eyes burned as tears nearly developed.
”Talk about him about what?” I gasped. “I don’t understand.”
”You know he likes you!” She finally yelled. “Like holy fuck! You two are down each other’s throats without actually being—Okay, listen to me very clearly. Colby is so head over heels for you. Just talk to him, okay?”
”What did I tell you?” My voice shook.
”You said you wanted to just kiss him and fuck him and then maybe he would love you the way you love him.”
I shut down.
My breathing slowed and the tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t speak.
”You’re not stupid.” Her voice dropped as it filled with a comforting seriousness. “And you’re definitely not worthless. I know he’s an idiot—fuck, all the boys in this house are idiots—so that doesn’t mean his obliviousness means he doesn’t want you or doesn’t think you’re worth going for.”
”Tara,” I choked. “You’re dumb.” She laughed.
”I know, so are you. But you’re not an idiot.” I laughed harder and she hugged me before we took the bags and I led her down the hallway to my bedroom.
“God, I can’t believe I said that.” She laughed.
”I mean, it’s not surprising. Also I take it back.” She sat on the bed as I opened up the bags. “You are an idiot becasue how the fuck do you not see how dumb he is about you?” I glared at her.
”He’s not—No. He doesn’t like me like that. If he did, he’s had plenty of times to tell me.”
“Which is why he’s an idiot.” I rolled my eyes.
”Let’s talk about something else.”
”Sure.”
Later, after photoshoots and after the boys came back and showered, we ate a one pm breakfast. There was no freeing myself from what Tara told me, and the thoughts reverberated behind my eyes sevenfold when Colby was around. It must have been obvious because I caught Tara’s stares or glares after I looked at Colby.
It was time to leave for the podcast.
Tara left and said that she was getting ready with friends to go out that night to which the three of us contemplated. If the podcast went well and we didn’t have any other responsibilities, Sam said we would go.
“What about you then?” The interviewer turned to me. “What was your upbringing like? Because Sam and Colby’s were pretty different but they stayed together and formed this whole life around spirituality even if they grew up on and are kind of on different sides of now.”
”Yeah I grew up in a spiritual household like Colby,” I explained. “But it wasn’t really—It wasn’t that intense. I knew about spiritual things and spirits but it wasn’t really on my radar until I got older. I kind of developed an interest in it all after some experiences with friends in college. After feeling what spirits can do or-or make you feel like, I guess? It opened up an entire world I didn’t really care about and suddenly I needed to involve myself and understand it more. Because it’s fun.” I looked at the boys and Sam’s eyes went back to the interviewer’s as Colby’s lingered on mine. “And if like—clearly it’s affected my friends as much as it has—then how can I not be completely interested in it, you know?” I looked back at the interviewer.
”Has it changed the way you view religion then?”
We talked about religion and spirituality for a while, and I didn’t mean to talk as long as I did about it. My hands shook and grew cold, and I got sick of the sound of my own voice.
”But no!” The interviewer said after I backed out. “It’s all so interesting and your beliefs and experiences mean a lot!” He went on to talk about his beliefs as well before handing the conversation back to the boys.
“It’s all so subjective and personal, you know?” Colby started. “We may have different beliefs spiritually or within religion, but we all are on different journeys and I believe that what matters most is the life I lead when I’m here on earth. Like was I actually caring or had compassion for people or did I dwell on upholding close minded beliefs that turn me into a hypocrite? Like-Like if after we die, nothing is the way we thought it would be, at least I know that I did my best to care for other people and not control them.”
”I agree,” I said. “Which is why I’m so open to everything. Anything can be true, so in a way, what does it matter? Why does it matter so much believing in any one tangible religious doctrine if we aren’t even sure of it? I mean, the one thing we all are 100 percent sure about is that we’re all people. We’re all flesh and blood here regardless of anything else so I’m doing my best to take care of people and have compassion for them. Messing with ghosts is fun and even if we know they’re real or not—that’s not really my issue here—we-we don’t know what they are. Like yes, supernatural things have happened to us which can make us firm believers that there are spirits and there are things on the other side, but what I’m hung up on is how do we know for sure what we’re talking to? What if none of the spirits are people at all?” I felt Colby’s eyes on me and I had to look away from him and towards meaningless things in the room or else my tongue would tie.
”My logic is that we as physical people can’t see or go to the spiritual realm and talk with people—spirits—who passed. So then how can we as spirits—after death—talk to physical people now? It’s all a mystery and something we will never know so what’s the harm in trying to learn more and more?”
”That makes a lot of sense,” the interviewer said. He talked more, but I gambled and looked at Colby. Warmth was in his eyes when they met mine, and I was glad that Sam took the next talking bit because I didn’t know what was going on anymore.
It took effort for both of us to look away and tune back into the conversation.
“I am fatigued,” I sighed dramatically as we kicked back in the car. Sam started music and put the car in drive.
”That was really good, though,” Colby said from the front passenger seat. I sat behind Sam and looked at Colby when he stole a glance at me.
”It was,” Sam agreed. “But now my brain is fried.”
”I mean what’s stopping us from going out then?” I asked playfully and Colby laughed.
”That’s true, Sam. We can chill now that that’s over.”
”Jesus, two nights in a row?” Sam gasped.
“I can always make it three—“
”Fine,” he cut me off. “Text Tara and we’ll meet up with them at some point.”
After we got home, we went to our separate rooms to get ready. My brain was fried as well; Colby was right. I wanted to relax and have a good night with my best friends without ruining it like I did last night.
As I finished putting on makeup, Colby came into my bathroom.
”Oh hi,” I said.
“Hello.” He stood next to me. I needed to hold my breath and focus on myself in the mirror to keep from ogling over him. He looked so good. There weren’t words I could come up with to describe how good he looked to me. His skin was so dark; the late spring sun already had a vengeance for Los Angeles. And the black and white shirt he wore was one that always grabbed my attention in the worst way.
”Okay, you guys ready to go?” He nodded. I didn’t say anything about the way I caught his gaze falling down my body in the mirror like mine did to him that morning.
”Sam’s on the phone then we’ll go.”
”Sweet.”
“You look really good,” he said and my stomach tensed.
”You do too,” I replied with a confidence I didn’t think I had.
At the club, we found our friends and claimed our table for the night.
“Okay, I’m getting like fourteen green tea shots,” Tara said.
”Holy shit, you trying to put us in the ground already?” One of her friends gasped. There were seven of us.
“It’s only two a person,” she clapped back.
”And it’s only like ten pm.”
A while later, the shots were brought to our table. We drank one and I already felt the relaxation flood my skin like a warm blanket. I turned to Colby who stood at my side.
His eyes were already on me.
“What?” I laughed.
”Nothing,” he said with a smirk and shook his head. He looked back at the table. He shoved his side into me and I shoved him back. We didn’t look at each other though as the conversations rolled on louder and louder.
By our fifth shot, I felt it. I really felt it.
Tara ordered us two mixed drinks already, and multiple drinks were between Sam and Colby as well. My heart raced with every brush of Colby’s arm on mine. He talked with his hands more the drunker he got, and every time he moved, his arm brushed against mine.
Finally, he turned to me. Our attention was on each other and no one’s intervened.
”Keep touching me Colby and I’ll push you away.” He scoffed a laugh at my sudden words.
”Yeah pretend you don’t like it all you want.”
”What does that mean?” I coughed.
”I saw you looking at me. Fuck,” he laughed. A hand strung through his hair. “You always do. And I always notice. Especially when I’m not wearing any clothes.”
”Of course you know when I’m looking at you because you’re always staring at me first,” I laughed and his eyes darkened. “Have something to say to me?”
”Mm,” he sighed and looked away like we weren’t talking about anything important. “Not now.”
”Of course you don’t,” I jeered. He glared back at me.
”What does that mean?”
”It can mean whatever you want.” I turned back and sipped on my drink until the sound of bubbling air flowed through my black straw.
“You’re really cute when you try to flirt with me,” he said quietly behind me.
The rest of my drink nearly shot up my nose.
”You’re ridiculous if you think I’m flirting with you.”
”Yeah? Then how many times have you looked at Sam like that?” I whirled around to face him with wide eyes.
”You’re saying a lot to someone that you call a best friend, aren’t you?” His eyebrows rose.
“And you look at me and touch me a lot more than you would a best friend.”
”Maybe I’m a touchy person.”
”You got that right,” he scoffed. “Can’t say anything to you without you throwing a fit.”
”Don’t be a dick.”
”I don’t have to try to be one if I have one.” I grimaced.
”And you won’t have one if you don’t learn how to shut your dumb mouth—“
”What the fuck is happening?” Sam laughed as he stepped to us. We were a couple feet from the table.
“I’m not sure,” he said too sweetly to me. “Ask her.”
”We’re not doing anything,” I laughed and shoved him away before I spun back to the table.
”Let’s go,” Sam said. Colby drank down the rest of his drink and left it on the table.
”Where are you going?” Tara asked as Sam pulled Colby further into the club.
”Perusing,” Sam replied and the boys were gone.
”That sounds disgusting,” Tara scoffed. I looked in the direction they went. “If you wanna go you can, we aren’t holding you here. But watching your best friends suck face doesn’t sound very pleasing to me.”
”Y-Yeah, I’ll stay here,” I said distantly. Tara grabbed my attention and looked at me in the eyes.
”You can go with them.” Her all knowing tone sickened me. I smiled as to not let on the rest of the girls and Jake and Johnnie onto anything if they noticed what we spoke about.
“No no, let’s get more shots.”
I was wasted.
Utterly wasted.
The club was loud, the voices louder, and my friends’ hands on me as we enthusiastically spoke and danced and partied ebbed my frustration with Sam and Colby.
It had been an hour.
At most, maybe. I’m not sure. I lost my sense of time.
There was still no sign of them.
I couldn’t make out the words shared between Tara and her best friend. We sat on sofas now completely dumb and unable to stand without falling over. Jake and Johnnie lingered and talked to other people I recognized, but I couldn’t find Sam and Colby.
Until I saw a flash of familiarity.
There he was, Colby. He stood somewhere between the bar and the dance floor in perfect view. My eyes narrowed on him and he smiled and talked to a girl.
My stomach dropped. My blood boiled. I swallowed down nothing and my tongue got stuck to my throat due to dehydration.
She wore a tight little dress and her wavy hair draped down to her ass which was nearly out. I held my breath when her arms stringed around his neck.
Why was he talking to her? Like that nonetheless?
I watched as she got closer to him and then his hands were on her. I should have looked away if I was a good best friend and respected his privacy, but in my head, I wasn’t just a best friend to him.
Colby was mine.
So to see his eyes on her then his lips on her; it unraveled me. Acid burned my throat as I watched them talk. Her eyes met his lips and her body pushed to his—
When he kissed her, I jumped to my feet.
”What—Oh no.” I heard Tara ask me where I was going, but she must have seen Colby. He was that close to us. So much for fading into the darkness.
If I had gotten to the restrooms a millisecond later I would have missed the toilet.
”Hey,” Tara called as she said my name. She followed me into the stall. “Shit. Are-Are you really drunk?”
”What the fuck do you think?” I spat back with a roughened voice. Fire was in my eyes when I looked at her. “He-He fucking—oh my god—I’m going to kill him.”
”Yeah, hey I know. Let’s just-Let’s just chill for a second—“
”How can I chill, Tara?” I practically screamed. “Colby was fucking kissing someone!”
”What’s wrong with that?” She pried. I looked at her like she was delusional. Did she not remember the conversation she started with me this morning?
”What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong is that it’s not me!”
And she smiled.
”There, finally you admit it.”
”Tara,” I cried. Tears welled in my eyes. “He’s so-He’s so stupid.”
”I know. Do you want to go ruin his night or something?” I contemplated it. Tears rushed down my face and I didn’t care if it ruined my makeup.
”No,” I sobbed. She looked at me with utter concern. “Because I just wanted him to be happy.”
She hugged me as I cried.
I swore something died in me the moment I saw him kissing her.
I knew Colby hooked up with girls sometimes and I knew it wasn’t serious. But I was serious about him even though he never would be serious with me. It was all too confusing. He flirted with me and called me out for flirting. He allowed me in his bed, but he never touched me, and he changed clothes in front of me frequently. We were as close as physically possible in every way except sexually.
Maybe he never liked me.
Maybe he never wanted me like I was delusional enough to believe.
I left that club with Tara before anyone else.
I wasn’t drunk anymore, but when I got home, I vomited until I cried again and again.
It was only a couple hours later at most when I heard commotion. The boys got home. I didn’t hear anyone else with them though. Then, the fighting.
”You’re just so fucking stupid.” Sam’s voice. “Make sure she did actually make it hom—oh wait yeah her shoes are right here.”
”What are you talking about?” Colby spat back at him. “I didn’t do any—“
”You know what the fuck you did.”
”Sam, don’t fucking start with me.”
”I brought you with me because I wanted you around me. And maybe help me get someone. I did not intend for you to make out with her.”
”I didn’t mean it like that.”
”Didn’t mean what? You kissed her literally right in front of them; in front of her!”
”I know…”
I couldn’t listen anymore.
My bathroom was closer to the front of the house so I raced to my bed and lay in it. I cried until the sun rose, and sometime between dawn and mid morning, I fell asleep.
The next time I could tolerate the sun, it was late in the sky. I turned over and moaned at the tension in my back. I slept weird and still in my clothes from the night out.
I crawled out of the pit that was my bed and checked the time. Three pm. I got up and immediately walked to the shower.
The water was so hot it inflamed my skin. I was puffy with redness, but I needed the sting. I needed the warmth because there was nothing inside of me. Colby was still Colby. Just less mine, right? I must have taken it too far. I let my emotions go and they were too connected to him. I had to move on. I couldn’t do this to myself anymore.
Thoughts circled my head and I felt the burning in my eyes.
But at least he’s happy.
Tears fell again.
I liked him; I loved him so much that it didn’t matter. I decided, as I pulled on warm sweatpants and a hoodie, that I would let him go and not lead him on anymore because clearly he wasn’t following me. I had to protect myself and to do that, I would have to make sacrifices.
Rule number one: No longer am I allowed in Colby’s room.
I didn’t go into his room that day, or the next.
I walked in the kitchen. The boys were nowhere to be seen. I grabbed a serving of the breakfast they ordered earlier. As I ate, I scrolled on my phone at the island. The quietness of the house was therapeutic but, in a way, nerve racking. What were they doing? What was Colby doing?
Rule number two: Stop thinking about Colby every two seconds.
I failed immediately, but I reminded myself that thoughts are habitual and I’ve broken habits before, I can do it again.
But my heart ached.
It ached so deeply that there was no other reason for this ache unless something intrinsic was severed within me. What was wrong with me? Colby had been my best friend for years now, and if he didn’t want me as more than that, then how amazing was it that I was still this close? I couldn’t ruin it.
The backdoor slid open.
My heart raced as Colby walked in; I could recognize him from his footsteps.
”Oh hi,” he said sweetly. I smiled back.
Rule number three: Don’t let him think you’ve been heartbroken
”Hey,” I said. I didn’t like the way he flinched at the rough sound of my voice. He knew I was sick. He turned with concern in his eyes. I cut him off. “What are you guys doing today?” His head cocked to the side with confusion.
”Uh—I think we’re just editing and we have some meetings to go to.”
”That’s cool,” I said unassumingly. I got off my chair and threw away my trash.
”What do you want to do? I was just editing outside for a little bit.” I grabbed my phone and walked to the other side of the kitchen.
”I had stuff to do, but I’ll see you guys later.”
I let go of the breath I held when I closed my bedroom door.
I couldn’t keep myself together in front of him so in order to keep my third rule, I decided that distancing myself for the time being would be best.
Message from Colby; What do you want for dinner?
It was dark outside when I emerged from my room.
The downstairs was louder now; business must have been done. I walked into the kitchen in search of food. They must not have gotten something yet.
Colby said my name when he saw me. We met again for the second time that day in the same place.
”Did you guys get food?”
”No, I was wondering what you wanted.”
”I don’t really care,” I said. It was easier to say than a bunch of other words. My voice already burned from just looking at him. His eyes were filled with question and he didn’t say anything. “Uh, let me know when it’s—“
”Stop,” he said. I turned back to him. “Don’t leave.”
”I was just going to my room.”
”Are you okay?” I looked at him like he was silly.
”Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
”You-You’ve been in your room all day? You never do that. Did you get sick last night?”
“That doesn’t matter,” I deadpanned with finality. His brows rose and his lips closed. “Let me know what you guys get.”
And I went to my room.
A message from Colby, once again, was the last message I read before I fell asleep; Hope you feel better <3
Three days later I said more words to Colby than he said to me.
I couldn’t tell if it was because it was easier for me to talk to him now that the initial sadness had passed, but it confused me. He didn’t try to talk to me during meals and he stopped texting me entirely.
I messaged Colby; Hey, are you and Sam going on the hike this morning?
He didn’t respond. Two hours later I was met with two sweaty boys downstairs. That was odd. He never didn’t respond to me, especially about their damn morning hikes.
My days were long and lonely.
I didn’t understand his silence towards me. Maybe he was afraid that I was mad at him because I avoided him for a while. My thoughts were interrupted when Sam burst into my room.
”Sam—“
”Alright,” he sighed harshly. “I’m not leaving until we figure out what the fuck is going on.”
”Sam,” I gasped when he sat on my bed across from me. “What-What’s going on?”
”Cut the shit. You’ve been cooped up in your room for almost a week now and Colby’s turned into a moody bitch, so tell me why you guys are arguing.”
”We-We aren’t—“ He glared at me. He knew. “I hate Colby.” His gaze softened and something attuned to shock plastered his face. “He’s so-He’s so fucking—ugh! I hate him so much. This is his fault.”
”What’s his fault?” He asked quietly. Tears already welled in my eyes.
”He-He—oh my god—you can’t tell me he’s that fucking stupid to not know that he’s led me on for so long, right? Like genuinely. He flirts with me like that and then-and then makes out with other girls in front of me then pretends like everything is fine? And now he’s ignoring me like he has some right to? Fuck no. He’s the idiot who started this.” Sam gawked at me and it took a second for him to collect his thoughts.
”You like him?”
”Sam,” I gritted my teeth. “I love him so much that I’m not telling him shit about any of this mess. He clearly doesn’t want me so I’m not ruining our friendship too. I’m trying to make my feelings for him go away but now, it’s turned into this—“
”Oh my god,” he whispered slowly as disbelief now replaced his emotion. “Oh my god! I’m going to fucking kill him.”
”What? Why?’ I fired back.
”This was on purpose.”
The room shattered around me.
”What?”
”I’m—You—Someone, hold on.”
“What?” I gasped. I launched myself out of my bed as he rushed through my door. “Sam no! What are you doing?”
”Talking to him about this. I’m not losing my best friends due to ridiculous miscommunication.”
”Sam please!” Tears flowed freely down my face now. “Please don’t tell him—“
”Don’t tell him what?” We froze as we looked down the corridor into the living room.
Colby stood in the middle as if we was in the process of walking inside from the back yard.
”Oh no, I’m not. You’re going to. And I’m leaving.”
”What? Sam no, please. This isn’t fair.” Sam yanked his arm from my grasp. He went up to his room and closed the door.
The silent stillness of the house in between Colby and I gutted me.
“Hey,” he said sweetly and I spun away from him as he took paces towards me. “Hey.” His paces quickened when I wiped my tears. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
”You fucking tell me!” I yelled at him. I pushed him away from me. “You fucking tell me, asshole.”
”What? What is wrong with you—“
”What’s wrong with you, Colby?” I yelled. This time I didn’t try to wipe away the new rivers of tears. “Why would you do this?”
”I’m not doing anything—”
”First you lead me on, then you kiss her, then you pretend like everything’s fine, then you ignore me—Why the fuck are you ignoring me?”
”What?” He gasped as his eyes widened. “What are you talking about? I—Who are you talking about? I didn’t kiss anyone. And I responded to you!”
”Look at your fucking phone!” I finally screamed; my voice throbbed with pain. “And don’t fucking gaslight me, don’t fucking lie to me, and don’t fucking play dumb; what do you mean ‘I didn’t kiss anyone;’ you kissed right in-fucking-front of me!”
”Oh my god,” he whispered. He was frozen, idle in fear.
”You’re so fucking stupid, Colby! Why would you do this to me? I’m so upset and it’s-it’s like destroying me. Why can’t you just talk to me—“ I stopped moving and looked up at him silently when tears welled in his eyes too.
”I’m sorry,” he whispered.
”What?” I gasped. He blinked quickly and tears streamed down his face.
”I didn’t realize—oh my god—you’re telling me all this time…”
”All this time what? Please! Make sense—“
”You’re telling me all this time you’ve been ignoring you because I did actually hurt you?”
I stood in shock.
In fiery visceral shock.
Neither of our tears stopped.
”Obviously!” I gasped. “I have wanted you for so goddamn long and you like purposely led me on to kiss someone in front of me? You’re so fucking—Ugh! I hate you!” His lips parted in shock. He said my name. I didn’t care. I didn’t mind the butterflies that overwhelmed my stomach.
”I-I thought you wanted-I thought you wanted me but you wouldn’t tell me you do and it-it would make you jealous and-and you would—”
“You kissed her to make me jealous? And then ignored me?” My voice scratched through my screams.
“I-I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t telling me and I-I thought you would come to me—“
”If you kissed someone else first?” I yelled. I swore my heart pumped so fast it would run away. “Am I a game to you? Just something to play with?’
”No!” He finally shouted. “I’ve wanted you so bad but you never told me you wanted me so I thought I made it all up—“
”You’re such a fucking idiot! I swear to god I’m going to kill you.”
”I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—“
”You’re the worst, Colby. Why didn’t you just talk to me?”
”Why didn’t you talk to me?” His voice finally rose above a whisper. I scoffed.
”Maybe because you clearly had your eyes set on someone else! Maybe I came to terms with the fact that I couldn’t have you romantically but at least I still got our friendship.”
”No,” he choked. “No you should have fucking told me!”
”You should have told me!” I screamed back. “Colby, I-I can’t do this if-if you’re—oh my god.” I covered my face with my hands as sobbed wracked through me.
“No,” he demanded and his hands latched onto my wrists. “Don’t do that. Don’t close me out again.”
”Why? It’s not like you’ll want me now!”
”I want you now. I wanted you a year ago and I’ll want you a year from now.”
”Colby,” I gasped as he yanked my hands from my face.
“You’re not a game to me, and—holy shit—I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done this, I-I didn’t know what to do because I thought—no, I knew—you wanted me but then you pretended like you didn’t so I thought that if I kissed someone else it would either make you jealous and come steal me from her or if you didn’t want me anymore it would help me get over you.”
I shook my head.
”You’re so stupid.”
”I’ve been told,” he rolled his eyes.
”I wanted you so bad; you hurt me. I literally couldn’t breathe. Watching you kiss her made me sick; I almost couldn’t leave the club because I was so sick.” More tears fell down his face.
”Fuck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—this is such a mess.”
”And then I told myself, ‘God, of course he doesn’t want me. I’m just his best friend and he always goes for prettier girls who aren’t friends with him first.’” His hands still held my wrists. I looked at them. He gently let go of them when he noticed I looked at them.
But then his hands slowly moved to my face and held me.
”Colby—“
He kissed me hesitantly as if he assumed I would push him off. All he wanted was a taste even if that was all he would ever get. I could tell from his uncertainty; the light weight of his touch.
But I grabbed his clothes and pulled him closer.
He gasped into my mouth when I took him deeper. His fingers left imprints on my face now, and my nails dug into his skin. Fire ate up my entire being, and I held onto him so I wouldn’t fall over.
He tasted better than I imagined, and I imagined many times.
He was all I thought about in the dead of night. He was all I wanted when I was lonely. This time it was me who gasped and moaned into his mouth, he grabbed me and shoved me backwards until my back hit the front door.
”No,” he gasped for breath. He still kissed me. I found myself speechless as his hands held me close and raced over my body. “It was always only you; only thought about you—“
”Okay, can I go before…”
“Jesus Fuck,” Colby gasped and turned around. We stepped from the door and saw Sam coming down the stairs.
”I’m so glad we aren’t fighting anymore but for the love of god, I’m leaving—“
”Leave,” Colby demanded and opened the door. I couldn’t look Sam in the eyes; Colby laughed once about something. Sam had a backpack, I wondered how long he thought he would be gone for.
Before the front door closed all the way, Colby grabbed my hand and hurried me up the stairs.
A head rush almost knocked me off my feet. My heart pounded, and when he closed us in his room, I cursed myself for breaking another rule. If they applied anymore.
”You drive me so crazy—Shit, I literally thought I was crazy,” he said as he kissed down my neck. My uneven breath couldn’t form a word as he pushed me down on his bed. I was familiar with his sheets, but never like this.
Never with him on top of me.
He kissed me again, but this time I parted my legs and allowed his hips to slot in. I gasped at the pressure, and he too let go of moans as he thrusted himself against me.
”You really didn’t know? You really didn’t?” His voice was scarily quiet. I shook my head with closed eyes.
Tears fell down my temples.
”I don't know,” was the only thing I could choke out.
”Oh my god, look at you,” he whispered as he grinded his hips down with mine. I knew he watched my face unravel with pleasure even as my eyes were closed, and he brushed my hair back away from my face. “Wanted you here for so long—fuck—I didn’t mean to mess it up, I’m so sorry—“
”I know,” I fired back. “Touch me already.” He let go an uneven breath as well and he rushed off of me.
”Up, hurry. Lie down normally.” I hurried to his pillows and lay down on them. He crawled over and watched me from his hands and knees. I looked up at him and just looked. His hand on my face nearly lulled me to sleep.
Safe; that’s how he made me feel. That’s how he always made me feel. I needed him so desperately for so long that when he put me in that precarious situation, I realized that that was what he had taken from me.
Now with closure, he brought it back.
He shook his head.
”You’re all I’ve imagined, I promise you that.”
”What do you mean?” I timidly asked. He kissed down my neck and my body melted into the sheets when his hands memorized my body.
“No one compares to you. I needed you as close as possible.” He took a break from speaking and kissed bites into my skin. I gasped and arched my back at the sudden sharpness so he linked his arm under me. My hands found his hair and finally, finally, his hand invaded my shirt.
“Colby,” I moaned and caved into his touch. He moaned against my skin and continued his work painting purple and red into it.
Finally he pulled my shirt off.
“But I was too scared to fuck it up; can't fucking lose you.”
“You won't,” I gasped. His kisses passed my chest and dipped onto my stomach. They don't miss an inch of skin, and I couldn't help from sporadically moving from how sensitive his lips made me.
“So perfect, so beautiful; just wanted you under me.” I held onto him; his hair, his arms, any part of him I could find. Finally when his mouth cascaded down my stomach and over my side towards my hip, his fingers interlock with mine. Still, he has a hand delicately held under me.
“Please.” I didn’t even realize the plea left my mouth; that was how gentle the sigh was. He looked up at me from where he kissed.
”Please what?” His voice was so soft I could have fainted.
”Touch me, Colby. Just take off the rest of my clothes.” He smiled into another kiss and still took his time with me.
”I will, don’t worry.” My stomach recoiled in anticipation. I wouldn’t let him let go of my fingers. I held onto him tightly.
I reeled against myself when he kissed lower and dipped his fingers into the hem of my pants. I moaned his name and and I shivered from the feeling of his breath and laughs.
”So impatient,” he whispered, and it sent chills across my skin.
”I’m not,” I whined. He kissed across my navel and to the other hip.
And then I felt it.
His free hand ever so slowly made its way down my body until he teased me through my pants. A hard breath pulled between his teeth.
”Fuck, I can feel how warm you are. How wet you are.”
”Colby,” I gasped. “I said I needed you.”
”I didn’t think you were lying, but oh my god.” Without another request, Colby pulled my sweatpants and underwear down in one. I couldn’t stop staring up at him as he rose to his knees. He tossed my clothes away and pushed my knees apart.
”Oh my god, I love you. You’re so perfect; every part of you. Wanted you so bad.” I couldn’t breathe as he spoke those words over me. His fingers trailed down my inner thigh and jumped to the other leg without even teasing me. I writhed against him, and the problem was, he didn’t even touch me yet.
”Colby,” I gasped when he kissed the side of my knee. His lips fell lower. “Colby, please,” I whined but he ignored me. His other hand pushed my other thigh back as he kissed down my leg. I knew he felt the way I jolted at every touch; the pleasure zapped through my body. I clenched around nothing every time his lips neared a centimeter close.
“Love you, let me taste all of you.” I wanted to cry.
I was so mad at him.
I hated him.
I loved him so much that if I died when he tasted me it would have been enough.
My nails scratched against him as I tangled them in his hair and he moaned against me, from pain or pleasure I didn’t know. As his mouth dipped closer and closer to where I needed him most, his other hand traveled down my other leg. I couldn’t stop moving, moaning, and his hands held me down so I couldn’t push myself into him.
”Please, please I need you—“
“I know,” he sighed. Then his eyes met mine. “Won’t you let me kiss and touch every part of you first? You’re so so impatient.”
“You-You have! Please, just touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
The tears fell again. My head tossed back to the pillow.
”I’ve wanted you for so damn long and-and then all this happens and this is how you repay—oh fuck!” I looked back down at him as he licked me once, twice, and then slotted his lips around me. “Colby, oh my god, yes, oh fuck thank you!”
Maybe the kissing was also to calm him down and hold himself back.
Because next thing I knew, his hands pushed my legs back roughly and he moaned into me deeply. I couldn’t open my eyes; moans yanked from me as he worked me relentlessly with his tongue. He moved with me when my hips rolled uncontrollably, and he never allowed me to pull him harder on me nor further away. He was right where he wanted to be.
”Fuck,” he moaned when he pulled away. Licked me once. “Taste so fucking good.” I couldn’t breathe when he dragged his fingers down and saturated them with my fluids.
“Oh my god yes, please—“
He slowly pushed two inside as he leaned his head against my thigh and watched me with stars in his eyes.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and couldn’t keep the strings of moans behind my lips. He still watched me in awe as his fingers worked me ever so slightly. I rolled my hips with his hand. His other hand held the side of my thigh and I covered it with my own. “You feel so good, want you to do this so bad.”
”Yeah? How did you pretend I touched you?” Pink heat fell down my body, but he pushed against the spot inside me harder. He didn’t move faster though.
”I—oh fuck—I imagined you-you fingering me like this and-and…“
”And what?” His voice was disgustingly sweet with a teasing tone on the edge. I didn’t know if I wanted to smack the dazed look off of him or melt in his heart eyes.
”And-And you would use your tongue.”
”How do you want me to do that?” He teased in such an irritating way. I closed my eyes tightly partially in embarrassment but also arousal. Anything he said with this tone could get me on my knees.
”You already know,” I grumbled.
“Do I?”
”Colby, please,” I exasperated. “Taste me again. Make me feel good.” That must have set him off because he sucked in a breath before doing just that.
My hands now curled around the bedding under us. His arms held me down even as his tongue and fingers worked me. My eyes closed as I drowned in his touch. He quickened his pace and listened to my body when I writhed from stimulation.
”Fuck, you—oh my god so fucking perfect,” he said with a smile as his fingers moved in and out quickly.
”Colby please, need you.”
”You have me.”
”Want you inside of me.” He gave in.
He lifted himself up and pulled his clothes off. I would have tried to take them off myself; I always dreamed about undressing his perfect body, but I couldn’t move. I stared at him frozen with a warmth I didn’t know.
Then he leaned over me and his hand brushed my hair away. He held my face. His eyes watched over my face and I couldn’t blink as I soaked in his appearance too.
”So perfect,” he whispered. I gasped when he thrusted against me. I pushed my body up into his when he teased me and drenched himself in my arousal. “Love how responsive you are.”
I kissed him and he melted into me.
I drank down his moans as he thrusted into me in time, and his hands raced up my arms and held my hands on either side of my head against the pillow. I gasped for air when he pulled away. My eyes closed as his body overwhelmed mine.
He didn't say anything, only planted kisses against my face and neck when he easily slid into me.
“Colby—“ I gasped, and he moaned when his arm slid under me. He watched me as he moved faster.
”Yeah?” He teased lightly. With a smile, his eyes closed and my heart skipped at the sound of his moans. “Feel so good around me, holy shit.”
”God, I love you,” I whined. He groaned loudly and kissed my skin with a bite. More moans forced from me as his hips met mine with a higher intensity. Tears fell down my face again, and this time I didn’t try to wipe them away.
All the pain and frustration and confusion welled inside of me like an overflowing spring, and of course it took his kiss, his touch, his body to break the seal. He finally let go of my hands and I touched his skin like he memorized mine. He lost himself inside me when I touched him and scratched him. I kissed him and also left love bites because I felt the same.
He was mine just as much as I was his.
“You-You, fuck, you’re so much,” he moaned.
”How?” I kept my voice tense in my throat or else I would let it go into loud humiliating moans that would probably be unintelligible.
”Too much; I-I didn’t think I could ever deserve someone like you.”
”I don’t-I don’t deserve you. How does anyone deserve someone at all—oh fuck, Colby!” My words were slurred into moans as he fucked his hips into mine with intention.
Then he grabbed one of my hands and shoved it down in between us.
”Touch yourself, baby. Want you to cum with me.”
”Oh fuck,” I whined; I couldn’t contain the ways those simple words made me feel. His tone, the feeling, the touches; it was too much for me and I was crumbling and crumbling fast. “God I hate you,” I moaned through gritted teeth. He shook his head quickly with furrowed eyebrows.
”I know, I know; I’m so sorry.” And his actions felt like it. I could feel how sorry he was when I lay under his gaze and when my body reeled under his touch.
”Close—“ was the only word I could pronounce and he nodded with a small smile.
“Good because I-I am too.”
”Inside,” I gasped.
”Want me to cum inside you?” I nodded quickly. He held me so tight I knew I would see bruises later. I looked forward to it. “Yeah that’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Oh my god, I’m so-so fucking close.”
”Please,” I gasped. “Harder, I’m going to.” He didn’t say another word as he lifted himself up and grabbed my waist and fucked me like he wanted. I held onto him and I saw how quickly it washed over him; his face twisted with pleasure and I couldn’t blink as I watched his orgasm overwhelm him.
The feeling alone, of him finishing inside of me, was enough, and I knew I would never get his moans and his pleasured face out of my thoughts for a long, long time. I had to take my own hand away from me because it was all too much. He fucked me through my orgasm even as overstimulation settled in his body.
The moment I went to push him away, he stopped moving and groaned with relief. I pulled him down until all his weight was on me. He kissed me like he meant it. I didn’t think I could ever kiss him without meaning it.
”Please let me in,” he sighed as he caught his breath. “Want to be with you and you only.” I nodded quickly.
“We can only have each other.” He nodded enthusiastically as he rose to his elbows. I held his face in my hands. “God I fucking love you so much and if you’re an idiot I’ll kill you.”
”I’d deserve it.” I only smiled before I kissed him again.
A few more minutes of silence passed, and that was when I realized the sunset orange streaked through the blinds of his room. The golden rays illuminated through his dark hair as I brushed through it.
”Wait, how—Was Sam going to be gone the whole night?” Colby laughed.
”I’m not sure, but I’ll tell him to only come back once I text him.”
”What, why?” He looked up at me with an unimpressed boyish smirk.
”Do we not have a lot of time to make up for?” Heat spread across my face again and I shoved him back down to lay on me again.
”Shut up,” I laughed. “I guess so.”
”What? Do you want to get up and work or something?”
“No, I’d rather take a shower. It’s fucking hot in this room and your cum is all over me.” He laughed and rose up to his knees. His eyes flickered over my disgusting body.
”Pretty sure it’s yours as well.”
”Whatever, it’s so gross.”
”Let’s take a shower then.”
”Oh, so you can get me dirty in the shower and then after all over again?” He rolled his eyes. Goosebumps raised in my skin in the wake of his touches.
”We’ll take as many as we need, I just want you.”
I rolled my eyes as if it was the corniest thing I ever heard, but I swooned like a girl because that was all I fantasized coming from his mouth.
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Pas l'temps je lis (novembre-décembre 2022)
Pas l’temps je lis est la chronique que je tiens dans le supplément culture qui paraît chaque samedi dans le quotidien Le Temps. Ci-dessous vous trouverez la liste des livres présentés dans les chroniques. Elle permettra aux abonné.es du Temps de les retouver facilement, offrira des pistes aux lecteur.ices du blog et sera utile aux éditeurs.trices qui verront ainsi quels livres ont été retenus et auront une idée du ton de la chronique.
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23 décembre 2022
Dessus, dessous, devant, dedans, Fanny Pageaud, Les Grandes Personnes, 2022
Tourne, pense, regarde, Beau Gardner, Les Grandes Personnes, 2022
Pizza 4 saisons, Thomas Vinau, Anne Brouillard, Ed. Thierry Magnier, 2022
17 décembre 2022
Animaux humains, Rosie Haine, Albin Michel Jeunesse, 2022
Félixe et la maison qui marchait la nuit, Sophie Bédard, La Ville brûle, 2022
10 décembre 2022
Photo de famille, Chloé Millet, Delphine Jacquot, Les Fourmis rouges, 2022
Que fait-on quand il pleut?, Ralph Doumit, Julia Wauters, Hélium, 2022
3 décembre 2022
Le Festin de Noël, Nathalie Dargent, Magali Le Huche, Gallimard Jeunesse, 2022 (L'heure des histoires)
Le dernier mouton, Ulrich Hub, Jörg Mülhe, Gallimard Jeunesse, 2022 (Premiers romans)
Le pire Noël de ma vie, Victoria Kaario, Juliette Binet, Rouergue, 2022
26 novembre 2022
Le petit livre des grandes choses, Sophie Vissière, Hélium, 2022
Bravo, maman manchot!, Chris Haughton, Thierry Magnier, 2022
Un Océan d'amour, Pieter Gaudesaboos, Hélium, 2022
Björn: une vie bien remplie, Delphine Perret, Les Fourmis rouges, 2022
Le grand livre de ma planète, Raphaële Botte, Elisa Géhin, Thierry Magnier, 2022
De Cape et de mots, Flore Vesco, Kerascoët, Dargaud, 2022
19 novembre 2022
Trésors de collectionneurs, Lucie Brunellière, Albin Michel jeunesse, 2022
Pirates Bric-à-brac, ATAK, Thierry Magnier, 2022
12 novembre 2022
Ce Jour-là, Pierre-Emmanuel Lyet, Seuil jeunesse, 2022
T'es pas mort!, Catherine Pineur, Ecole des loisirs, 2022 (Pastel)
Où vont les doudous quand ils meurent?, Laurence Salaün, Gilles Rapaport, Seuil jeunesse, 2022
5 novembre 2022
Mais où est-elle?, Marie Mirgaine, Les Fourmis rouges, 2022
Tout se transforme, Tony Durand, Motus, 2022
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The Rite of Movement | drabble
“Rosy”
A/N: I swear ideas hit me at the most random moments ever 💀 after not writing for a bit and coming back to a kinda awkward work situation, it felt good to write something silly and hot! I admittedly was thinking of my wife @strang3lov3 (who also made this sexy lil mood board) when I wrote this 🤭 enjoy!
~word count: 1.6k~
Summary: pornhub sent you a package containing new sex toys that just hit the market! Joel wants a tutorial on how the rose toy works ;)
Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader
Warnings: smut, fluff, use of sex toys, established relationship, teasing, flirting, real intimacy, oral (f!receiving) adult content, mentions of the porn industry, potential succession spoilers, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!
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“Personally, I think the rose toy is the most affordable oral pleasure toy on the market. While it doesn’t entirely replicate the feeling of oral sex, it comes pretty damn close in my opinion.” You spoke sweetly in front of the camera that was positioned at the foot of the bed.
Pornhub had personally sent you a box of new sex toys that had just hit the market and they wanted you to post a review of the toys to your instagram reels (safe for work, of course). From suction cupped dildos, to rabbit ear vibrators, you had a plethora of toys to try out. And while this was originally planned to be a solo content video…that all went to shit when Joel strolled upstairs, dripping in sweat from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. Shirtless, glistening tan skin that was begging to feel your hot tongue drag across it.
“What’re you up to, baby love?” He rasped, strong back leaned against the doorframe, broad arms crossed against his chest, damp towel draped across his shoulder.
“Filming some content for the hub. They sent me a package of new sex toys that just hit the market.” You looked over at him with a small grin.
He hummed in response, pushing himself off the side of the door and strolled into the bedroom. “S’that so? Mind if I take a look at what we got goin’ on here? Maybe you and I will have to try somethin’ out later.” He said suggestively with a coy wink.
“I tried the rose toy out after my shower earlier. It’s actually pretty neat, and for the price point, I think it’s a decent replacement for the real deal.” You patted the spot next to you on the bed, not caring about the fact that he was still drenched in sweat. Neither you or Joel were shy when it came to bodily fluids.
“Ohh. Is that the toy that claims to be comparable to gettin’ eaten out?” He sat down alongside you, taking the rose shaped toy from between your hands and studied it with an amused expression on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled, looking over at you with a small grin playing on his lips. “Care to give me a tutorial on how this ‘lil sucker works?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend's cheeky request and gave him a light shove to the shoulder with your hand. “How about you cut past the formalities and just say that you want to see my pussy, Joel.”
He laughed, warm and deep, rumbling up his chest as he met your challenging gaze. He leaned over, brushing his thumb across the plump flesh of your lower lip, “sweet girl, I always want to see your pretty pussy, but m’curious. Wanna see what all the fuss is about over this rose toy.”
“You’re that curious, huh? Well, I suppose I could give you the tutorial on how it works, baby. But I’m lazy and came already, mind helping me out?” You batted your lashes at him flirtatiously just as he leaned in to land a quick peck on your pretty lips.
“Course I can. Cus’ I know how much work it is for ya to take off those flimsy ‘lil panties of yours.” He quipped teasingly. “I’ll do all the work for my girl. Jus’ lay on your back and guide me through it, ‘kay?”
“God, I love you so much.” You mumbled into his lips, kissing him sweetly with your fingers gently scraping through the patches in his beard eliciting a low hum to vibrate up his chest.
“Love you more, baby love. Now, chop chop. Gonna run us a nice relaxing bath later with a freshly rolled joint.” He kissed you once more and gently patted the inside of your thigh with that big warm palm of his. “Might need you to rub my back later. Lifted a bit too hard at the gym with Tommy.”
“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll happily soak in the tub with you and rub your back afterwards.” You slowly detached your lips from the shared kiss, scooting yourself back against the array of pillows and plopped down on your back, thighs already spread to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders.
“And we’ll order whatever take out you’d like and catch up on the episode of Succession that we left off on. Need to find out if Roman and Gerri are gonna fuck, or if he just likes to be degraded by her.” He added with a chuckle, maneuvering himself to rest on his elbows between your spread thighs.
“God, Joel. Don’t stop! Keep talking dirty to me like that!” You said playfully, peeking down at him just as he looped his thumbs into the elastic band of your panties and slowly began to pull them down over your hips.
“You’re a piece of work today, y’know that baby love?” He shook his head with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh, nipping at the plush flesh playfully with his teeth. “Roman Roy getting degraded really get you goin?’”
“Absolutely. He’s fucking sexy, and I would let Kieran Culkin do absolutely heinous things to me.” (Me too girl, me too). “Now, there’s a button on the side, and basically the center part suctions in air around your clit imitating what oral sex feels like. Only downside is that you have to place it directly against your clit otherwise you don’t get that sensation.”
“Fascinating.” He mused, pulling your panties down over your ankles and tossed them to the side. “It vibrates too, right?”
“Mhm.” You nodded, reaching behind you to adjust the pillows behind your head so you were more comfortable. “Another downside is that it’s pretty fucking loud. Not that we have to worry about that sorta thing here, but if someone is buying it to be discreet? Probably isn’t the right choice for them.”
The evidence of your prior orgasm was staring Joel right in his admiring gaze, puffy lips, glistening folds and a bead of pearlescent cum dripping from your weeping hole. It was a sight that he was certain he’d never tire from. He pressed the on button, listening to the device whir to life. “Does it have multiple settings as well?”
“Yeah, it does. Eight I think? I’ve tried them all, but I’m old school when it comes to that. I also didn’t believe that it could get me off in less than five minutes, but it sure gets the job done.”
“Less than five minutes? Damn, okay, little rose toy. I see you.” He rasped, brows furrowed as he gazed into the center opening of the toy, trying to decipher how the mechanics of it worked.
“Yep! I was pretty shocked myself, but it doesn’t compare to your tongue, Joel. There’s no competition there.” You reassured him, but then again, Joel never found himself to be intimated or threatened by sex toys.
“Don’t doubt that for a second, baby love.” he chuckled. “Want me to play with ya a little, or just let the toy do all the work?”
“So tempting, baby. But for the purpose of science, I just want you to see how it works up close.” You said softly.
“Sure thing, baby love. Whatever you want from me, pretty girl s’yours.” He spit a glob of saliva right into the center of the toy as he was curious to see how it would operate with the excess moisture. He placed it between your thighs, first gently gliding it between your folds, and then dragging the suction part of it over your clit. He dropped his head down, getting up close and personal with your pussy so he could see the little device suckle on your clit.
You let out a content sigh, relaxing further into the comforter as your body slowly began to buzz back to life, the nerve endings in your clit tingling and pulsing from the moderate sensation. “Yeah, just like that.” You spread your thighs further, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks from the sight of Joel intently studying your pussy. “But you see what I mean about the noise level? It’s not very discreet at all.”
He shook his head, licking his lips as his eyes flickered from between your thighs and up to your face. “Yeah, it’s not very discreet at all, huh? I get the appeal, though. It’s feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower. Looks extremely pretty sucking on that sweet little clit of yours, baby love.” He rasped lowly, tone dripping in arousal.
“Joel.” You warned, eyes narrowing at the smirk slowly creeping over his lips.
“What?” He chuckled. “M’jus’ makin’ an accurate observation based on the view I’m gettin.’”
“Yeah, but somehow—someway, everything that leaves your mouth sounds fucking hot. Feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower? Are you trying to kill me, Joel?” You asked playfully, keening your hips forward when the suction part of the toy slipped off your clit.
“Thought we were jus’ doin’ this for science, baby love?” He teased, “Unless…your pussy wants somethin’ a little more than what this toy can provide.” He trailed off, eyes staying locked on yours.
“Damn you, Miller.” You huffed, throwing your head back as you muttered under your breath, “Well, maybe just for science, we should compare the toy to the real deal?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He winked coyly, pressing the off button and tossed the silicone toy in the direction of the box laying on the bed. He wasted no time to grab the underside of your thighs, pulling you down further with your ankles locked around the back of his head. The second his tongue swirled around your clit, and his lips wrapped around the bud and sucked inwards, that little flower shaped toy could not even compare to Joel Miller and his skillful tongue splitting you open and making you sing his name.
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Morning Delight
Character: Rosinante
Reader: female (cis)
Word Count: 2125
CW: chubby reader, smut, explicit n.sfw content, established relationship, morning sex, vaginal fingering & sex, body positivty, body worshipping, marking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, Rosinante is very into Reader's body shape and is not ashamed of it, the fic starts with Rosi groping sleeping Reader a little, but he doesn't do anything sexual until Reader wakes up
Synopsis: Unexpected failure of the late Valentine's date forces you and Rosinante stay in bed in conditions far from expected. The situation improves once a glimpse of your body catches your boyfriend's attention.
A/N: heeey, @nekomacheercaptain, I'm your pinch hitter for the @onepiece-blorboexchange! I was so happy for this unexpected opportunity when I saw your wishes - I hope I didn't go too wild with the chubby love prompt 🤭 I hope you're going to enjoy your late Valentine's (and bday) gift!
A loud, close thunder strike wakes Rosinante up, his whole body jolting as if lightning has reached him as well. Trained senses quickly click into order, and he stills, silent, only his heart still thrashing in his chest and his lungs too clenched to take a breath. He starts to feel the first call for oxygen when he finally dares to inhale, so slowly, to not make any more noise. Carefully, he adjusts his position, mindful of your body clinging to him with everything you have. Luckily, you’re so deep in your dreams that the bang nor his panicked jump hasn’t interrupted you. He wouldn’t forgive himself, if he cut your rest short.
After all, yesterday was truly an…experience.
Rosinante wasn’t there for you during Valentine's, so he wanted to make it up for you, no matter the cost. He managed to rip a weekend out of his tight schedule and booked a romantic trip to a nearby island, famous for its hot springs and original cuisine. Cruel fate showed its fangs again at him as a massive sea storm blocked your way and forced you to stay on a small, hub island, no way to proceed nor to return. As if it wasn’t already a disaster, your cruise wasn’t the one canceled, way too many people were forced to stay for the town to accommodate them all. He used all the means and connections to get you a decent room but still, you had to spend the night on bed way too small for two people—and especially too small for him.
It was late at night when you finally collapsed, he’s not sure now for how long, his brain telling him that way too short, his aching limbs quite contrary.
Still worried for your sleep, Rosinante sits up so slowly a snail could outspeed him. Time-worn bed whines loudly under his weight, you mumble something and squirm by his side, nuzzling your face close and throwing a leg over his hips as you curl, looking for warmth. The sight clenches his heart with love and pride, he gently strokes your hair before reaching for a comforter, kicked by one of you on the side. You must have been fidgeting a lot in your sleep, your nightgown is rolled almost over your hips, revealing your plump thighs and ass adorned with fine panties.
Nothing has been dirty in his intentions when he’s reached to touch your bare skin, but the moment Rosinante rests hand on your leg, a sudden rush of blood overtakes his head and groin. With a sharp inhale, fighting against a little squeak of moral dilemma just for a second or two, he gropes your softness, almost groaning at the delicious feel of his fingers sinking into the plump curve. He’s touched you a thousand times already, but even a thousand more wouldn’t get him bored with this sensation, with the thrill of caressing your body. Gentler than a feather, he traces the line of your hip, toys with the hem of your panties, just to feel their texture, before making up his mind and letting himself wander under your nightgown. His head is almost splitting under the waves of lust, but he doesn’t grope you, doesn’t try to sate the hunger, just indulges himself with your warmth and smoothness, almost unintentionally guiding you to press closer to him.
He’s not taking, he wouldn’t dare, but the intense twitch in his boxers is nearly beginning for waking you up, the temptation to do so stronger than nicotine craving slowly darting its head. He wouldn’t dare to either, but luckily for him, his touch doesn’t remain unnoticed. Loud noises and harsh moves weren’t enough for you, but his gentle, warm hands have grasped your attention.
Mewling softly, you open your eyes a little and smile at him with the very corner of your lips.
“Mnnn, what time is it?” You coo, clinging to him, not without a shiver. In the heat of the moment Rosi forgot about the comforter.
“Who knows.” He returns the smile and kisses the top of your head. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”
“Just a little.”
With a yawn, you roll on back and stretch, no shame in your disheveled state. Rosinante swallows audibly, the view of your breasts, still trapped with fine fabric, taking such a delicious shape turns his mind into a stream of lust-filled images. He’s on the very edge of snapping, but he keeps himself in check, just the hand he still keeps on your stomach clenches, unawares. Ashamed of himself, he immediately withdraws, already opening mouth to apologize, just to meet your amused, heat-gleaming gaze.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You yawn in such an adorable way he melts a little at the sight. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
“Am I being a bad boyfriend for worrying about your consent?” He snorts, but stops in his tracks, the beast in him perking its head with huge interest once you’re awake and willing.
“Keep touching me, Rosi.”
He almost groans just at the blessed sound of your voice.
His hands are trembling impatiently as he’s touching you with intent, his rough fingers no longer-feather like. Somehow balancing on the bed way too little, he maneuvers himself between your legs and spreads them open, relishing the view of your plump body ready and waiting for him. His gaze flicks to your face only once before resting, thirsty and impatient, on your thick, soft thighs, nestled deliciously in his huge hands.
“Turn the light on,” he rasps, his voice even lower than usual. “I want to see everything.”
Aa soon as you follow his request, Rosinante dives into you, no more second lost on dwelling. The softness of your thighs is intoxicating around him; he licks and tastes, soon starts nibbling on their inner sides, switching from one leg to another—in this haze of lust unable to decide on one. When he finally settles on one place, he can’t control himself and immediately goes for a bite, harsher than his favorite love-nibbles. You mewl and budge in his hold, your reaction only stirring him on, prompting him to suck, to mark you with a hickey.
“Hey, babygirl,” he groans against your skin, his lust-heavy gaze piercing you to the core of your soul. “I might not be gentle. If you wanna stop—”
You tangle your fingers in his soft locks, pull, and scratch his scalp: a permission stronger and louder than words. Rosinante smiles at your desperation, his breath fanes over the wet spot on your panties, but he has different plans than just sating his hunger with your juices. Following his favorite trail of softness, he adorns your curves and rolls with wet kisses, here and there stopping to bite or suck. Little does he care about anything else, but your sounds of pleasure and heavier breath are like a sweet melody for his ears, a gallon of gasoline poured over the already crazy fire of his lust.
He stops just to adjust his position and looks at you over abdomen, his smile as desire-heavy as warm as sunshine. In a moment of weakness, of hesitation under the weight of his gaze, you cover your stomach with your hands. He pushes them away, gently, but leaving no doubt in what he wants.
“Don’t.” His eyes gleam with lust as he stares at your stretch marks. “I said I wanna see everything.”
Peeling you out of the nightgown, Rosinante is almost shaking with need and impatience. He squeezes your love handles before setting a firm grasp on your waist—and leaning in to kiss every stretch mark he sees. He’s gentler but still impatient, hurrying to take more, but not wanting to miss a single spot. You squirm under him and mewl, but don’t push him away, so his hold only tightens as he worships you as he pleases, murmuring sweet praises and horny nothings between hasty licks and kisses.
By the time he finally reaches your breasts, he’s so hard he fears he might explode any moment. Yet, he still wants to taste more.
Hovering over you on straight arms, Rosinante studies your heated, messy state with pride. His selfish exploration hasn’t come to waste: you’re boiling as hard as him, already reaching out to him as the little, embarrassed hesitation has been crushed, leaving you only starved of more attention. He doesn’t leave you waiting, already lowering down, licking at your perked nipple, sturdy hand sneaking to your panties and sliding them out of sight before he finally touches you.
With a moan of his name, you jerk your hips as he slides a finger in.
“Shhh, I got you,’’ he coos, his breath ghosting over your breast. “What a good girl you are, so wet for me…”
Rosinante muffles his own moans with your nipple, sucking it harshly as your hot juices drip down his hand, nearly tearing him apart with lust. He’s not ashamed of his needy sounds, but now he wants to hear only you, only your sweet voice begging him for more as you impatiently claw at his arms and wiggle, trying to get his fingers deeper. Feeling your chubby body twitching and spasming, your softness pressing to him and sensually flowing with each move and breath, is worth every second of torture he has to pass through, denying himself the hot embrace of your pussy. Instead, he dry humps into the mattress, trying to claim at least this little friction as he feasts on you. It’s not enough to sate him—but enough to prolong the waiting.
“Rosi…” You cry out, louder, enough to finally grasp his attention and pull him away from your breast. “Please…”
There’s as much he can handle, the sweet desperation in your voice, the pleading in your lust-clouded eyes finally make him snap.
Just freeing his hard-rock, twitching cock from his boxers is enough for Rosinante to groan with relief. Giving himself a few pumps with the slick-tainted hand and pressing one of your legs open wider, he lines himself up and slides into you slowly, more slowly than he thought he’s capable of.
The intoxicating, tight heat almost has him cumming on spot. Hissing your name, he stills and waits for the traitorous wave to pass, the hand on your thigh squeezing so hard he’s marking you with bruises.
“Rosi…” You beg again, the sheer width of his cock rolling your eyes back.
“Just a moment, babygirl,” he closes his and slides himself a bit more. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, so good for me…”
He’s not going to last long, he’s aware of it; one look at your plump body flowing with his thrusts will send him over the edge. But he can’t stop himself once he’s stolen the first thrust, his hips betraying him faster than his thoughts can stop them. Holding on to your thigh desperately, Rosinante rubs your clit to somehow make it up for the stuttering rhythm, to bring you to the high before his resistance finally fades.
“I love you so much,” he groans through clenched teeth, lust-clouded eyes roaming over your jiggling curves and rolls. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy…”
Even his words stutter and melt into moans, but with a few harsh circles he pushes you over the edge just on time, the tight clench of your pussy immediately throwing him into orgasm. He thrusts into you harder, spilling himself deep in you with a guttural, feral groan.
And almost immediately he slumps into the bed, at the very last moment scooping you to the side, saving you from being crushed by his big, heavy body.
The storm stills together with your bodies and breaths. By the time you both come to your senses the first, shy rays of sunshine break through the clouds, indicating that indeed the morning has come. Rosinante cradles you close to his chest, mindlessly traces your love handles with a blissful, blushy smile on his face.
“Sorry for the mess.” He runs fingers of the free hand through his sweaty hair and chuckles, a bit embarrassed. “When I see you like that… Gods, I love your body.”
You hum in response, clearly tired and still sleepy.
“Get some rest,” he kisses your bare shoulder and starts to lean towards the side of bed, just to be pulled back by your arm, hooked around his middle.
“Stay.” Eyes barely open, you pout at him. Sight, again, making him weak and melting.
“But just fifteen minutes.” He joins you back, replacing the comforter with the warmth of his own body, curling you into his beloved little spoon right against his chest. “I really need a cigarette.”
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WHOAAAA, updated Venus reference!!
I've needed to give her a more relevant reference for eons, but HERE IT IS!!
I changed some colors and added more relevant info, which I'll add her other info to the bottom because it's important to me.
Venus is the all-hearing Oracle of the Multiverse!! Her antenna allow her to pick up on soundwaves from all over the Multiverse, coming through like a radio broadcasting signal!! She often dwells in the Omega Timeline, her "Hub" being left abandoned until recently.
Despite her humanoid appearance, Venus is far from it. She's a bug-like monster under the species name of "Snugglebug - Moth Variant - Type: Love", allowing her to control and manipulate the feelings of others.
Extra fun facts are below the cut!
Fun Facts!!
- Venus is a major plushie enthusiast
- Has collectable stuff, but I definitely think she collects buttons and bottlecaps
- Never overheats, even with all that fluff stuff on her
- Speaks loudly bc she can't hear well, ears also twitch a lot
- They're also very animated and emote a little bit
- She's only 4'10 bc rosy maples are only 2 inches big
- Favorite color is cyan
- Looks neon under blacklight, and is oddly attracted to blacklights
- Favorite flowers are calla lilies
- Likes glitter pens, so all her writing is glittery
- Calls everyone "babe" but platonically
- Nectar juice boxes are a main source of sustenance
- Complains about her ears hurting sometimes bc The Voices™️ can be a little too loud sometimes, so she needs to be moved to a quieter space that limits the sounds reaching her
- 0 spice tolerance
- Likes fireworks, but from a distance
- Prank wars with Fresh are a weekly occurrence
- Co-parents a tamagotchi with Fresh
- Makes weird pop culture references, and sometimes breaks the fourth wall (unbeknownst to those around her)
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Rue belongs to @/rainyecho !!
Void belongs to @/demifinnyfib !!
Everyone else ofc belongs to their respective creators
#cynicallybeautiful#oc x canon#undertale#undertale oc#underverse#underverse oc#blushinglights#fresh sans#fresh!sans#oc lore#oc reference#oc ref sheet#undertale au#error!sans#error sans#ink!sans#ink sans#cross sans#cross!sans#core!frisk#core frisk
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"I want you to witness the fate of the town of Nipton, to memorize every detail."
OK, Vulpes, how about a memorise a very particular detail. That you speak out of your arse when you claim "Each clutched his ticket, hoping it would set him free. Each did nothing, even when "loved ones" were dragged away to be killed." what's this then, Inculta?
[an ash pile and a dead wastelander next to a laser rifle]
[the Ash Pile's inventory contains a set of Legion Recruit Armour and a machete]
Looks to me like you didn't clean up the fight fully. I imagine that if we were to have arrived later what's left of your man woulda been sweeped up and the Wastelander would have a mine under him.
[another angle of the dead Wastelander, showing the Laser Rifle and a Lottery Ticket]
The man has a lotto ticket next to him as well. Which does raise some questions. Was he handed the ticket and then pulled out the Rifle? Did they leave it next to him to mock him? Was this actually some kind of trial by combat "prize"? If the last one, why is he dead inspite of killing a Legion Recruit?
We will never know, the dead can't talk and Vulpes has his story. I don't think this is how Vulpes wanted us to see this man or the Legion Ash Pile.
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I do have some other observations. Do you notice that the 1st and 2nd place winners, Oliver Swanick and Boxcares, are both Powder Gangers. In fact, literally every non-Legion survivor of this event weren't Nipton Locals? They're literally all Powder Gangers. The two enslaved guys in 'Booted'. The crucified men?
[4 images vertically of crucified Powder Gangers]
Powder Gangers. All the survivors of Nipton were Powder Gangers. You may think "So what? The people of Nipton got unlucky." but you know what I think? I think this is too convienient.
Vulpes says "Nipton was a wicked place, debased and corrupt. It served all comers, so long as they paid. Profligate troops, Powder Gangers, men of the Legion such as myself - the people here didn't care. It was a town of whores. For a pittance, the town agreed to lead those it had sheltered into a trap. Only when I sprang it did they realize they were caught inside it, too." notice what he's doing there: he's claiming the entire town was in on him and Mayor Steyns plot. A claim like that, if true, could be used against Nipton in some people's minds.
One of the only other accounts of Nipton are Ghost's which are "Nipton wasn't the most friendly town, but..." and "Town was a shithole, asking to be burned. Just not by Legion. Nobody deserves that." which... no town is 'asking to be burned', Ghost. That second quote is part of her saying she had no friends in Nipton. I doubt she actually personally knew anyone in Nipton. Just the fact Steyn served Gangers and NCR and maybe she met someone unkind there once or somethin'.
And, yeah, Mayor Joseph B. Steyn was an arsehole. But y'wanna know somethin' about Steyn? He was New Californian, a Hubber, from The Hub. His prostitutes, Rosie and Sylvia, were probably from there or somewhere in New California too. And you know what he says happened in his terminal when he heard the plan? "I didn't have to think a moment about Mr. Fox's proposition before accepting it. All I have to do is convince the Powders to kidnap the NCR troops at night. When both groups are in town, the Legion boys will scoop everyone up. Ha!" he didn't consult the town about this plan beforehand. He also, rather constantly, displays a desire to leave Nipton and go back to California after exploiting Nipton as much as he could. That was Steyn's care for the town.
Only 1 Nipton Townsperson gets an account of anythin': Tony the Tinker. His single terminal entry shows him to be... a bit of a creep. But he explicitly is avoided by other people in town, especially women (also his Mister Gutseys got one of the Legion Recruits, which is funny).
But I've lost the point I was making. I don't think the fact all the Nipton townspeople are dead is a coincidence. Just like how I don't think that all the NCR just happened to be killed and left in Nipton Hotel is a coincidence.
I think the lotto was rigged.
Think about it, Boxcars even says that when Steyn's number came up they "burned him alive on a pile of tires." he never mentions anyone else getting that treatment.
Vulpes Inculta lied about the towns complicitness, at best there were fine with prostitution that played both sides of the Ganger-NCR conflict (the shopkeepers of the town gave Steyn 15% of their profits from trade with patrons of that service). Does Westside deserve to burn because of the Casa Madrid? Does Freeside because of the Atomic Wrangler? Fuck no.
But if a Nipton townsperson lived, they could share their story. We could see the truth. Nipton was a town, like any other. At worst their crime was electing Steyn (but we have no idea how their elections even worked).
1st prize, 2nd prize. That'd be a loose end, a story that could contradict the "Evil place that should be burned" narrative. The game was rigged from the start. Vulpes Inculta is a liar. Of course he is... he's a literal spymaster.
(also I highly doubt a woman was ever gonna be allowed to 'win' such a thing with Legion ideology)
So, let us remember the town of Nipton, as best as we can. Not as Vulpes saw it, or the NCR saw it, but as a place that had people in it we never got to know. Next time your in Nipton Town Hall, moving the bodies to avoid the landmines of this specifically set up scene by the Legion. Think about the Wastelanders, as they are called, and the part of the Wasteland they called home.
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I love ur ficsss sooo muchhhhh, please make one where reader is a na'vi leader's daughter and her father disapproves when he finds out of their relationship. tyyyyyyysm
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When neteyam came to awaatlu, you were amazed by how quick he adapted to the environment. Your father had instructed you to help the sully children learn the metkayina ways and while Neteyam's brother, Lo'ak, took a while to concentrate due to your sister's presence, Neteyam was very compliant.
His breathing settled down very quickly outside of the water, but in water lessons were harder for him to follow. He found himself showing up late to lessons and sometimes missing them because of constantly having to pull his brother out of shenanigans that he got himself into.
Which is why you offered Neteyam private lessons. You would sneak out of your pod, late at night, checking first if your parents were asleep and then walking down to the beach. Not a minute later, Neteyam appeared next to you reaching his hand out to you and dragging you into the ocean.
It was obvious that the boy was very eager to learn your ways and to connect with the sea creatures you told him stories about. What you didn't know was that he was eager for you. He left lessons with an idiotic smile on his face that stayed on until his eyes closed off for the night
You were not the only one who noticed. His brother teased him about his drooling face whenever you opened your mouth to speak. His sister would typically defend him but when it was obvious she wasn't shy in expressing her assumptions. I mean even Tuk noticed.
"Neteyam, when can we go see your girlfriend?" She asked making every head in the kitchen turn.
"Girlfriend?" Both of his parents whipped their head around and looked at the rosy face of Neteyam's.
"Shhh, Tuk" He fakely smiled at his parents and poked the side of Tuk's waist.
At some point, he gave up and confessed. He was tired of wondering whether you felt the same way or not so he gave in to his thoughts.
"I like you," He eyebrows furrowed and his heartbeat quickened.
"I know you do, Kiri told me" You giggled, watching his cheeks grow redder from the embarrassment. Deciding to stop torturing the poor boy, you confessed your own feelings for him, ending the day with a sweet kiss.
Now, all of that sweetness had washed away. Your father had found out that you were seeing Neteyam for quite some time now and he was not happy. He was very reluctant with letting the Sully family stay in his land in the first place, but his daughter with a Sully kid? Unacceptable to him.
He called Neteyam to the hub to sort out the situation. Thinking Neteyam would get a scolding from your father, you shot him a soft smile with your eyes, apologizing in advance. He nodded and smiled back at you.
"How do you expect to get the position as the protector of these people when you are so irresponsible? You don't know how much trouble this boy is! Have you seen the chaos him and his brother have caused and they've only been here a few weeks" Your father paced around the pod and you two were standing across from each other, heads down.
Tsireya and Ao'nung were standing beside you, silent as they were scared to say anything to your fuming father. Your mother was standing beside him, arms crossed and occasionally contributing to the conversation.
"You are not even halfway through your training and you are already sneaking out with boys! And now you are dragging the boy into your shenanigans!" She pointed at Neteyam and yelled at you for your "immaturity".
Your father turned to the sully family, "I apologize for my daughter's irresponsible behavior. She should have never dragged your son into this," Before any one of them could speak, Neteyam answered.
"With all due respect sir, you are wrong. This is not her fault, I dragged her into my mess. She shouldn't be punished for my wrongdoings." Jake stood up and held the boys arm.
"You've done enough," He pointed a finger at Neteyam's face and then turned to your parents. "Excuse my son's manners, he still has a lot to learn. And he is sorry for causing so much commotion," Tonowari nodded them off and the sully family left. Neteyam shot you one painful look as you were fighting tears.
"I did not expect this from you. You are supposed to be responsible. You are supposed to think about these things," He pinched his nose with his fingers and he looked up at your tear stained face.
"Don't cry for this boy, daughter. You will find another one like him when its the right time."
With tears in your mouth and pain in your voice, you responded softly "I don't want someone like him, I want Neteyam. He is my person. How do you not see that?" You stormed out of the pod before he could say anything.
And it didn't matter if he did, you wanted Neteyam.
#neteyam sully#atwow neteyam#neteyam x you#avatar neteyam#neteyam#aonung#spider avatar#avatar the way of water#atwow#avatar#the way of water#tuk sully#tsireya#loak#kiri sully#tuktirey#avatar loak#neteyam suli x reader
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dec' 16 x - snowball fight
Prompt: snowball fith
Pairing: sweetjanes!marcus x reader
Word Count: 702
Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of food and suburban life
Summary: it's been a long time since I wrote for these two - just a slice of domesticity for these two I imagine some way in the future for them 💕
AO3: Linked
x. masterlist
The frosty bite of the DC winter air had flushed Marcus' cheeks a rosy hue as he stepped through the back door, shaking off the cold. His breath came out in puffs of white vapor, and snowflakes, like tiny crystals, clung to his hair. The laughter of the kids next door could be heard echoing into the kitchen from where Marcus had been in the thick of a snowball fight with them outside.
You looked up from where you were chopping vegetables for dinner, a wide smile played at your lips at the sight of him. It was a rarity that Marcus' caseload was clear enough for a decent stretch, and the two of you had been taking advantage of the sense of normality it brought with it.
“Sounds like you had fun out there,” you smiled, the warm, homey scent of roasting chicken enveloping the room.
“I only went out there to shovel the driveway,” Marcus explained as he took off his wet gloves. “But those kids? They caught me off guard, especially that tiny one. She's got a killer throwing arm.”
You grinned, setting the knife down and wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Sounds like you need to brush up on your defense skills Agent Pike.” you remarked, as you watched him shrug off his heavy coat and hang it next to the backdoor.
Marcus pouted playfully, his deep brown eyes sparkling. “Hey now, I'll have you know that my snowball-making skills are exceptional.”
You chuckled and shook your head, leaning against the counter. “Oh, absolutely.”
Crossing the tiled floor, now in his socked feet having rid them of his boots. He wrapped his arms around you, the chill from outside still lingering on his clothes and you shrieked at the cold it brought you. You tried to skirt away from him, but he pulled you closer nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath tickling your skin.
“Dinner smells amazing,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and husky. His lips brushed against the delicate skin behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“You're freezing,” you said as you managed to escape his hold, “you should go take a shower and warm up. Dinner will be done in half an hour.”
“I'll be quick then,” he promised, already walking backwards towards the stairs, his eyes fixed on you. “Care to join me and make sure I don't dawdle?”
You laughed, you couldn't help but notice how the suburban life suited him. The move had been a good decision; the space, the quiet, it all allowed Marcus to draw that much-needed line between his intense work as director of the FBI's art crime and investigation team and the sanctuary of home. His office remained in the city, a chaotic hub that he could leave behind at the end of the day when he returned to the peace of the suburbs—and to you.
As soon as he disappeared up the stairs, you let out a sigh and turned back to the dinner preparations. The chicken sizzled in the oven, herbed and buttered rice sat on the stove and the vegetables in front of you were ready to join the chicken in the oven.
You attempted to refocus on the task at hand, getting the vegetables for the oven. However, your attention was quickly diverted as you heard the sound of water rushing from the shower in your ensuite above. Taking a quick look around the kitchen, you decided that dinner could wait a bit longer and turned down the heat on the roasting chicken before rushing up the stairs.
#december x 500#marcus pike#marcus pike x you#marcus pike x reader#marcus pike x f!reader#marcus pike x female reader#marcus pike fanfiction#marcus pike fanfic#pedro pascal character fanfiction
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“With a perpetual churn of people coming and going, my home remained a hub of feminist and community activism in this heyday of women’s liberation. Housemates did not pay rent, but in those days mortgage repayments, which I paid, were low. Most of the rooms, including the basement and attic, were always filled with bodies, chat and arguments, plus regular visitors, some of whom remain friends to this day, including the then budding writers Marsha Rowe, who founded Spare Rib with Rosie Boycott, and Michèle Roberts. We were all busy launching feminist and related battles on every front, trying to build a movement that would be inclusive while also battling to create a women-friendly, broader left culture and activism.
We supported our women’s centre, but some of us also worked alongside men at our community press, helping to produce and distribute our free alternative paper, the Islington Gutter Press. I still recall with pleasure visiting the dense network of resource centres, housing co-ops, tenants’ organisations and antiracist groups in our patch when not taking to the streets to distribute the paper. Together we were trying, not always successfully, to combat sexism and men’s taken-for-granted domination. “We don’t compete, but we win anyway,” was one self-mocking reflection from two of the men at a Christmas party in response to our criticism that they remained dominant in our shared spaces. Mostly, however, we were battling sexism in the community, such as when we picketed our local newspaper, the Islington Gazette, which then still carried female pin-ups. One of the male journalists, a union rep called Clive, came out to support us, and the paper soon changed its policy.”
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It Was No Accident
Request: anon—dom!Colby walks in on Reader masturbating
Summary: You resort to pleasuring yourself instead of fulfilling your friends with benefits activities with Colby after assuming he didn't want to take your relationship a step farther so he proves to you just how much you have always been his.
Warnings: Repeated Masturbation, Colby x Reader smut, dom!Colby, Bondage, Overstimulation as Punishment, Unprotected Sex, Subspace, and slight Humiliation
Words: 6.4k
No Y/N Used
Title is from 'Chokehold' by Sleep Token
It wouldn’t fucking stop.
This craving, that itching desire would not end. We started seven months ago; when the sun melted the first three layers of everything beneath it. We were under that sun when it started.
It took a few seconds of recalling the way his lips first met mine, and how his hands on my warm salty skin soon followed to get my body hot all over again even when it neared 40 degrees in the night. We were talking. We weren't anything. We were a lot.
Colby was a siren to be reckoned with in my life. If it wasn’t his eyes, it was his hands, and if it wasn’t his hands, it was the rest of his body all at once. I didn’t have any room to complain, no. I was equally as lethal as he was.
Our messages were brutal to one another. The unrelenting need—the desperation—unmatched anything I had ever experienced. How it took two years since we first met for us to find each other in bed was a miracle to me. Now it was, at the least, bi-weekly. I knew his sheets like they were my own, and over time, I caught the subtle patterns of his body, of his thoughts. I picked up on his needs faster than he expressed them.
When he asked or offered me something, I would say yes or no without thinking because I anticipated it. He liked when we showered together but only in the mornings. He liked when we had smoothies or something cold on Sunday mornings because the nights before were spent in the hot and dry nights of the desert city. He liked it when I drove when Sam wasn’t with us since Sam always drove anyway, he liked it when I was the one who stole forceful kisses out of sight of our friends when we were in public, and he liked it when he teased me until I cried and promised him that my body was his and only his.
Did he know that he was mine and only mine as well?
He knew when I was deep in thought or nervous because his hand always found my thigh or my palm. He knew when I needed space and would coax friends into another room. He knew that I liked it when he led us into a building first even if it should be ladies first. He knew that I liked it when he gave me a clean pair of clothes in the morning so I didn’t have to stand up to change. He knew that I liked it when I went on a morning run alone so I could think and pretend like I’m in a music video while listening to music by myself.
Everyone knew that we were nothing because that was what we told them.
You’re a bitch, Colby messaged me one night at nearly two in the morning.
And so that was what we constantly told each other.
What on earth are you at my neck about?
Where the fuck were you tonight?
In BED, I quickly typed back before clarifying with another message. Alone with my fucking chipotle and Peaky Blinders. Fuck off.
You said you would come.
I didn’t promise shit.
You literally said you would go if I fucked you and I held up my end of the bargain so where the fuck were you?
LMAO Colby, you’re such a stupid boy. You would have fucked me regardless.
He didn’t respond for the rest of the night because, obviously, I was correct.
When my show was over and the darkness of the room focused my attention on my illuminated screen, I looked at the photo he sent me for a second time.
And then again.
Then again, but the last time, my eyes didn’t pull away.
I couldn’t swallow down that ache again. A fire coursed my body, and I wanted him to come over. I wanted everything, but nothing as well. I couldn’t have as much as I wanted at that moment, I realized, so nothing was better than a lie, right?
”You’re joking.” A second later, I raised my head up from my phone again to see my best friend’s bored eyes staring through me.
My hand slipped in between my legs, and, for a moment, it was enough.
”Sorry,” I grumbled. A hand ran through my hair. My phone screen hit the table. “I—A lot happened last night, and I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck happened.”
Her eyes trailed up and down my body. I knew she judged me, and at that point, I deserved it. My sweatpants were dirty ones I drunkenly found on the floor last night, and the hoodie was wrinkled from sleeping in it too many nights in a row. I didn’t have to mention that it was Colby’s; her eyebrow popped up in suspicion the moment I walked in with it on my body.
My hair was a tangled mess in a bun under my hood, and sunglasses covered my bloodshot eyes. I could taste the sick in the back of my throat, and if I didn’t know any better, Spring was right around the corner because the humidity drew sweat from my hairline.
”Clearly.”
”I have one brain cell left.”
”Yeah becasue you drank the rest away last night.”
”God forbid a woman have one night to herself without having to think,” I sighed dramatically. She rolled her eyes. Her eyelashes were so long and perfectly thick that they nearly tapped her eyebrows. Her face makeup looked photoshopped, and I wondered how that shade of mauve lipstick didn’t transfer to her coffee cup on the table between us. At least someone was put together this morning.
To her it was mid noon.
”Look where not thinking gets you. Looking like you were hooked on the back of Sam’s Tesla and dragged down Sunset.”
”Wow,” I scoffed. “I think that’s the most LA thing I’ve ever heard come out of your—“
”I’m being serious,” she sighed, and I zipped my lips. “You still haven’t told me why you decided it was alright to start hooking up with Colby again.” A snort immediately came out of me reflexively. Her face dropped.
”It’s not like I decided I wasn’t going to anymore,” I sighed. “It’s casual. I’m not sure you know that that mean—“
”You’re being a cunt.”
”You mean I’m serving cunt,” I said as I tried to sip my iced coffee but the thick sunglasses covering my eyes blocked my view of the straw. It took three tries to get the straw in my mouth.
”And somehow Colby likes your mouth even though you missed that straw about seven times?”
The coffee burned my sinus cavity.
”Listen, bitch,” I coughed. “We’re just friends. Who fuck. A lot? Perhaps. But I’ve decided to cool it down a little.”
”Oh really?” She laughed. “What was last night then?”
”The first night we fucked in almost a month.” Confusion pulled at her face.
”And how is that remotely true? You literally told me—“
”I lied.” My voice was but a whisper. I dampened my lips in thought. “You know how complicated this is for me.”
”Yeah,” she groaned with an eye roll. “I’d describe it as something a little less complicated and a lot more fucked up.”
”Just becasue you think it’s stupid I’m sleeping with him doesn’t mean I can’t do it.”
”And just because he wants to fuck you doesn’t mean you can seize the opportunity because you know you have unrequited love for him.”
I stared back speechless.
’I’m sorry—“
”No, I mean yeah. Why do you think I’m cooling it off?” I didn’t mean my voice to be so fragile sounding. But this was the heavy truth I didn’t want to come to terms with. “I’ve wanted him for so long that I started fucking him, and when that didn’t help, I realized that I wanted more from someone emotionally unavailable. So I’m not fucking him like everyday anymore. It was a once a week or once every other week thing, and now it’s a once a month thing.”
”And then it will be a zero a month thing?”
”I don’t know.” I said her name with a grumble. “I can see that you’re really concerned about Colby breaking my heart, which I appreciate, but I can handle myself. I know how I feel, and I was feeling a little too heartbroken so I gave us space.” She sighed and thought for a moment.
”As long as you’re taking care of yourself,” she finally sighed. “I’m not ready to listen to you cry about him moving on to the next girl. Especially when you never told him how you felt to begin with.”
”You know I can’t jeopardize our real friendship. We were nearly best friends before all this.”
“Then maybe it was stupid to start.”
”I can’t undo that.”
”But you can end it.”
”But I’m a dumb selfish bitch with needs.” She sighed one more time as she took the last sip of her coffee.
”Jesus fucking Christ.”
When I got home from meeting my best friend for brunch, I made sure to wash my body and hair twice in a long hot shower. I needed the club fumes out of my hair and the feeling of Colby’s body off of my body. Then I could think clearly again.
Funny how I told her that I did all of that in order to think less and now thinking is the only thing that can save me.
Of course whatever sentient and on track thought I had was obliterated off track the moment I picked up my phone after getting out of the shower.
Hey you, Colby messaged. Did you make it out alive?
No.
Oh how great
I’m going to kill myself
Even better. I scoffed at his comment with a smirk pulled at my mouth before I tossed my phone on my bed and got into a clean set of the same clothes I wore. Sweatpants and a hoodie would be the only articles of clothing touching my body for the next 24 hours.
What are you doing in like idk 2 hours?
What’s it to you? I lay on my bed like a forever sleeping Victorian child, and turned on my show again.
Jfc no need for the hostility
No need for the ambiguity
What is wrong with you today
What’s wrong with you today?
You’re hostile and using weird words like you're smart or something
You and your pea brain are the dumb ones here, Colby
Hahahahahha you’re so hung over
I sent him the middle finger emoji.
But really. He sent another message: Are you just staying home
Yeah I’m not leaving for the rest of the day. I don’t want to.
Do you not want to see anyone or do you just not want to leave the house?
I would like to rot in this hangover alone
LMAO, he replied. Then a last message: Text me if you want
I simply hearted the message.
I didn’t text him.
The problem was, tears were gathered in my eyes. The painful ache in my chest almost pulled my phone back in my hand, but I fought through it. I wanted Colby by my side. In my bed. In other places. But I couldn’t.
How could I keep giving a deeper part of my heart to someone who wouldn’t give me a portion of theirs?
I’m going to kill myself, was the message with the photo I received from Colby the next morning.
I fell asleep that night with tear tracks drying to my face and a throbbing burn in between my legs from where I left my vibrator too long.
Good
I’m glad missing out on last night has really bettered your mood
What did I miss out on?
We went out obviously
Obviously? Again? Dumbass
How is it dumb
You’re the one fighting for your life with a hangover, not me. So you’re the dumb one now, I replied and groaned as I stretched myself out of bed.
God forbid a man actually gets drunk and suffers to consequences of it
You look stupid
It took him two minutes to respond.
Is this the part where I tell you that I look a lot different in person?
So I took two minutes to respond.
I’ll be the judge of that
Oh? So you will leave the house today?
I mean I’ll be the judge of that a eventually. Today, tomorrow, next year. Who knows?
Fucks sake
Somehow I convinced myself of other things to do that were vitally more important than seeing Colby. I didn’t trust myself around him yet.
When was I supposed to know that I trusted myself enough to not fuck him when I was with him? I forfeited all sense of thought and desicion making skills arounud him. Why would I have to work to take care of myself when I knew I was the safest in his arms and that he would make decisions for us?
The worst part was he wouldn’t make the most important one. Or maybe he did already, he was too enthralled with our sitation to cut it off. Maybe he wasn’t done with me. Maybe he was waiting for the day he saw another girl who was better than me to—
I finished getting ready for the day and slammed the light off in my bathroom as if I punched myself to make the thoughts go away.
Colby wouldn’t do that. I met the girls he had situationships with; I was the only constant girl in his life. I wouldn’t ruin that, maybe I wasn’t able to. Maybe he saw me as a close friend and that was it.
When I realized he stopped hooking up with other girls when he had me was probably my downfall. Maybe I would never get over him. The longer I distanced myself from him, the more intense this ache became. I didn’t want him to touch me anymore simply because he didn’t want my heart as well. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about it, right?
It was all I wanted. I wanted him completely, not just his body when our friends weren’t looking. It got worse when I denied him.
The next day was Sunday. When Colby first texted me about coming over, I wanted to say no, but then he said that the whole gang would be there to just chill and have dinner. I couldn’t say no to that. It would be the perfect way to see Colby and get used to being around him without fighting that demon inside of me that wanted to drag him to bed.
People were in the house. Hard no.
“You disappeared for two days,” Colby said when he brought me into a hug in the middle of his kitchen. Tara turned from the fridge. “What’s up with that?”
”Oh so she’s been ignoring you as well? That’s comforting.”
”I’m so sorry,” I laughed. “I had the worst hangover in my life then rotted in my bed.”
”Actually that sounds nice,” Tara said. “I’m due for a good rot.”
“Then next weekend let’s rot together.”
A casual party with our closest friends was exactly what we all needed, not just me. It was nice to hang out and eat and not worry about partying too hard or having other people there to impress. What was also nice was that I could be with Sam and Colby and feel normal without the desire to steal Colby away.
But there.
In the setting sunlight outside, where we ate our dinner and sat together in the chilly breeze, I watched when Colby spoke to Matt to his left. It took so much energy to look away from him when the orange sunlight slashed through his dark hair like that, and I was a lethargic girl. He looked at me after probably feeling my gaze but didn’t stop smiling and talking before he looked back at him.
I could swim in his eyes, completely drown and die and it would be a better place than I was in now.
It sprouted.
That ache. The undeniable ache I fought for all these weeks. I gritted my teeth in frustration because I wanted this to be normal. I wanted to be best friends with him and enjoy life together with our other best friends, but this wasn’t that.
By the time midnight approached and we finished a few shows of a series we all had been watching separately, my dry throat stuck together and I couldn't unfurl my toes and fists. Conversations with Tara did their best to unwind my wound brain, but I decided a lot less talking and a lot more communicating in other ways would be the best way for me to find sleep again.
I couldn’t look at Colby.
People were leaving, and I decided I would stay the night. I almost fell asleep on the sofa anyway, and with my stuff infiltrating their guest room and guest bathroom over the course of me getting ready here, I already had everything I needed.
“Where did Colby go?” I asked Sam.
”I think he already went upstairs,” he replied. “I am too, just finishing cleaning up down here.”
“Oh okay, goodnight then. I’m about to pass out.”
”Same, goodnight.”
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and locked myself inside. Immediately, I tore off my clothes and took a hot shower. I needed to scratch off the first five layers of skin with a rough washcloth before even thinking about getting into bed. I hoped my delusion would tear off with it.
Out of the shower, I stared at my flushed cheeks in the mirror as I brushed my hair. Maybe it was from the boiling temperature of the water, but I assumed it was there before I stepped in.
God, I needed him.
It wasn’t happening.
I plugged in my phone and left it on silent. The bedding swallowed my hand when I crawled over the edge.
I didn’t make a conscious effort to pull on clothes after getting out of the shower; the bralette I slept in and my underwear were the only things on my newly soft skin. The only light in the room was the one that saw warmly on the table next to my bed. The orange glow made it easy for my eyes to lull closed.
The feeling of my hands on my skin could almost be mistaken for Colby’s if I pushed them into me as if to leave red prints. Goosebumps painted my legs in wake of my fingertips grazing the skin in between my thighs, and yeah there was no turning back.
It could be fast. I didn’t anticipate any more interruptions, and I knew the vibrator I accidentally left behind after spending a month here was still in my drawer.
It was right where I left it. They didn’t go through my things. That was when it hit me; they didn’t use this as a guest room at all.
It was completely mine.
I turned it on and dragged it up my thigh before ever so lightly hovering it against the front of my underwear.
Shit, it really was going to be fast.
I swirled it around and around, and already my hips followed suit. Tears welled in my eyes when I clicked it to the next setting.
It had only been a few days since Colby put his hands on me, and I thought this could be enough for a while. Every time, though, it lasted for a shorter and shorter amount of time.
I pressed the vibrator into my underwear, and my head tossed back deeper into the pillow. It took work to silence my moans; my teeth gouged into my bottom lip. Tears burned my eyes, and my other hands traveled up my body.
My fingers slipped under my bralette, and when I grabbed and pinched at myself, I gasped and rolled my hips with the vibrator more and more. My stomach tightened, and my vision narrowed, my throat recoiled, and my head spun—
I heard my name.
It shattered everything I built and my hands escaped my clothes quickly. I flicked off the vibrator and closed my eyes knowing that there was nothing I could do.
Colby opened my door, and I held my breath when he froze. His eyes darkened as they trailed down my body.
They slowly rose to mine.
He closed the door behind him.
”What the fuck?” His voice was deep and low.
”Colby—“
“You’re literally in my house. For weeks now you’ve avoided touching me, and now you do this? Are you trying to piss me off?”
”No—“ I gasped when he crawled on the bed. I rose to sit up, but his hand linked around my throat and pinned me back to the pillow.
”Do you not want me anymore? Do you think your stupid vibrator is enough?”
”It’s not,” I gasped.
”Then what are you doing using it when I’m right here?”
”You don’t give me enough either,” I whined. Tears fell down my face now.
I couldn't hold it together. It were as if the floodgates opened and a flood of everything I avoided crashed over me, drowning me.
Confusion spread across his face.
”What do you mean?”
”Colby please.” At the sound of my discomfort, he immediately drew his hand back and sat on the bed properly. He didn’t even touch an inch of me.
”What—“
“You’re fucking stupid if you think I can fuck my best friend like I do and then not feel anything more for him. So no, you don’t give me enough.”
His eyes widened with realization, and I couldn’t blink when I recognized something like softness in them. No anger, no fear.
He said my name, so quietly and gently that I thoguht I misheard it.
“You-You want more?” He asked, his voice still didn’t raise above a whisper.
”How can I not?” I exasperated. “I need all of you not just your body. I swear to fucking god if I see you as much as look at another girl, I will bite your dick off—“
I was in the air before I could think. I cried his name as he threw me over his shoulder.
”No, no, no. Sam—“
”Is in his room.” I didn’t argue with that short tone. My stomach twisted and my hands pressed against his back so I could at least see and not have the blood rush to my head.
Butterflies fluttered through my entire body; I couldn’t bite down the blush as his fully clothed body carried my practically naked and flushed one up the stairs to his room.
”Colby—“ I tried to reason, but I was on my back in the middle of his bed without an ounce of remorse from him. He didn’t speak. His eyes were glazed over, and I knew.
I knew that there was no other reason for him to drag me to his room; everything we needed was in mine.
So I put my hands above my head. His head cocked to the side.
”Oh so you’re going to cooperate and be a good girl for me then?” I nodded quickly, the tears never ended, and I felt them burn my warm neck.
Apart from his brittle tone, he hands were gentle as they locked my wrists helplessly above my head with the handcuffs.
”You’ve always been mine,” he finally said. The walls crashed around me. I cried so hard I couldn’t see him. His hand held my face gently, and thumb wiped the tears. “You’re fucking mine. I haven’t—I can’t even fucking imagine being with anyone else when you’re right here. You're right here always looking at me and talking to me like you want all of me, but then you run away after. I don’t want to scare you.”
”I thought you didn’t want me and I couldn’t hurt myself anymore.”
“Stop crying,” he sighed. “The only reason I want you to cry because of me is because I make you feel too good. Not like this, no more.”
“Make me cry for the good reason then.”
”Don’t worry,” he scoffed as he reached over and grabbed things from the side table. “I was about to.”
He came back and kissed down my body. He moaned against my hot skin, and I writhed from the feeling of his hands finally touching what belonged to him.
”Fucking hell, you’re so warm, you wanted me that bad?”
”Needed you so fucking bad for so long,” I cried. He bit teeth marks into my skin and I screamed out. He pinned me down though, and his fingerprints, teeth, and lips had no remorse for me.
Every touch was overstimulating, and the airiness in my head returned like it used to all that time ago. Slowly over time, I never allowed him to push me that far. After each session, he would hold me and kiss me until my feet landed back on earth again, and my heart moved another inch closer to his.
I could finally allow mine to swallow his heart whole now. There were no boundaries.
“Colby,” I moaned; his name was a habit for my speechless tongue.
”Hm?” He hummed sweetly. Taunted me. I assumed he knew. He knew that I couldn’t hold in the moans, that I didn’t disrespectfully beg or demand. I needed him. I needed the release of this pain, this loneliness, and he wanted to grab it out of me.
“Please, please—“ I knew I didn’t have to beg. He gave it to me freely. I wasn’t the only one who wanted it this bad.
He yanked off my underwear the moment his mouth reached the hem.
”Oh fuck! Yes please…” My voice trailed off, and I felt the vibrations in my throat but I didn’t know what I said.
“For as badly as I want to punish you for being so fucking stupid, I need you. Need to make you feel good.” My stomach leapt as I understood. Those were future plans. "Going to punish you in another way."
His fingers pushed into me.
My back arched and I pulled my knees back to feel him deeper and deeper.
”Holy shit, for wanting it so bad you’re so tight.”
”I didn’t—oh my god—nothing’s been inside of me since you-since you—“
”I was the last inside of you? You didn’t even use your fingers? I mean, not like they would be enough anyway.” I cried as he pushed a third in me. They moved relentlessly and tortured the place inside me that he knew fluently.
“Colby-Colby, I-I wanted this for so long! I’m already-already—“
”Already so close? God, you’re so sensitive. It’s pathetic how fast I can get you here. It’s almost like I know your body better than anyone else will.” And he broke laughing when I held my breath and gave him every queue that I— “Yeah, are you going to come for me already? Or are you just going to squirt for me? You really think I make you feel that good that all it takes it a couple of fingers and you lose your mind? You think I didn’t know how much you wanted me?”
He didn’t even finish his sentences when I reached my high. I didn’t actually finish completely, I drenched his hand, and pleasure filled chills raced over my body.
”Yeah that’s what I fucking thought. Drench me baby. It’s so easy to make you feel so good. You’re so pathetic if you think I can’t tell how much you needed me.”
”Colby!” I finally broke, and his eyes met mine.
”What do you want?”
”Fuck me, I need you inside of me! Not-Not this—“
”I’ll give you what I want,” he spat. “Are you really going to try to convince me that what I want to give you doesn’t satisfy you? Look at you! You’ve completely lost your mind here in my bed and I’ve done only a little of what I’ve chosen, what I wanted.” I sobbed as he withdrew his fingers and swirled them around me.
”You’re insane,” he whispered. His breaking of character filled me with excited electricity, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and draw him close. Maybe that was punishment enough.
Then he grabbed the vibrator. My life flashed in front of my eyes when he pushed it to me.
”Come again then maybe I can fuck you.”
It wasn’t difficult. He knew he was being nice; I didn’t have a full orgasm. It took all but a handful of seconds, and I was a writhing moaning mess.
”God, you can’t even speak now. So pathetic. You’re mine. Delusional to even assume otherwise,” he muttered as his eyes watched my body unblinking. He clicked the vibrator to the next setting and immediately, my orgasm took me by the throat. “Fuck, it’s like I can control when you can and can’t come.”
He didn’t let me ride it out; the vibrator was off of me before I could open my eyes.
”Please—“ I begged through a rough throat. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak or think anymore. Any rational thought was replaced by cotton in my head, and all I knew was the sight of Colby’s controlling face and the feeling of his harsh hands.
“Can’t believe you really thought you could make yourself feel good enough without me.” I couldn’t breathe. Not when he rose to his knees in between my legs and stripped his clothes off. That was when I realized how hot it was in this room; his hair separated already and his skin was slick from sweat from being trapped under his hoodie. "I'm to one who gives you pleasure. No one and nothing can make you feel as good as I can," he spat.
He didn’t give me the time to fully saturate myself in his appearance, he pushed into me and my breath left me. My eyes rolled back and I didn’t even fight it anymore. I didn’t hold onto anything; I let him hold me down.
“Oh my god—“ His shaking voice broke character. “You-You feel so good. You were fucking made for me, why did you think you could just leave?”
”Colby,” I gasped, finally, when I caught my breath. “Harder.”
”And now you’re demanding things?” I grumbled when he laughed. I focused on the feeling of his fingers in my skin. I couldn’t breathe. Not when he filled me like—yeah—when he filled me like I was made for him, he was right.
I was his. I always had been.
Like usual, he took advantage of my vulnerable position and touched me anywhere he wanted as slowly as he wanted. He took his time with me, and it unraveled me, drove me crazy, until fresh tears replaced the ones of pain.
”Good,” he laughed. “See? I told you. I only want to make you cry because you can’t handle how good I make you feel. You can’t make yourself cry and no one else can make you cry either; only me. You’re mine.”
”Yours,” I choked. “You’re-You’re mine.” He nodded quickly, breathlessly.
”Yes,” he sighed as he lowered over me. His hand rested next to my head. “I’m yours just as much as you are mine.” I drowned in his gaze as he watched me and made sure he continuously overstimulated that place inside of me.
”Colby,” I warned and he only smiled and nodded his head.
”I know.” Of course he knew. “But I don’t care. You clearly think you can just make yourself feel good without me whenever you want, but that’s not true. You need me, and I’m going to make sure you fucking know that.”
”I already did,” I whined and he laughed again. This time, he rose to his knees and his hand pinned my throat down.
”Then you’ve done a terrible job convincing me.”
”Only you make me feel like this,” I coughed.
”Yeah baby?” I tried to nod.
”You—I imagined you—“
”You pretended I was the one touching you?” I nodded quicker. Then a moan punched out of me when he readjusted his hips.
”Fuck, right there,” he said as if he realized it was a better position for me.
”Yes! Because it’s only been you! Not me, not-not anyone else.”
”I know,” he sighed. “God, I fucking know.” He moaned and fell forward over me; one hand supported himself while the other wrapped around the side of my waist.
”Please,” I begged as my eyes searched for the vibrator.
”What?” He teased. “Can’t find the words you’re looking for?”
”Please—“ I stuttered again. “Vibrator.”
”Vibrator? Are you going to be a good girl and ask me for something nicely?”
”Colby—“ I grumbled in frustration. He slapped my hip.
”Ask nicely.”
”Please get—Can you please use the vibrator? Please?”
”That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His soft tone coiled in my stomach, and I wanted to be upset with him because how could he be so kind at a time like this?
He grabbed it from where it was neglected on the bedding and flipped it on.
”Colby!” I shouted when he pushed it to my nipple that was still covered by the lace of my bralette.
”What?” He asked plainly. I wanted to sit that coy gleam in his eyes.
”Not like that.”
”You didn’t ask me how you wanted me to use it.”
”Please, make me come. I’m so close, put it on me please. Want to with you.” He must have seen the desperation, and from the moan that left him I knew that was enough begging.
The vibrator dropped in between us, and my eyes rolled back unable to take the pleasure.
”God you feel so fucking good,” he moaned. “Love when you’re this desperate for me. You going to let me come in you? Let me fill you up since you’re mine?” I nodded furiously.
”Yes, yes, yes please. I need it—“
”Of course you do. Your little pussy isn’t satisfied unless it’s filled with my come, hm?”
”Holy shit—“ I gasped, and I couldn’t hold off. “Let me come, please please please, I need to come please let me—“
”Come with me, baby,” he finally sighed breathlessly, and I sucked in a harsh breath when the pleasure forced itself on me.
“Oh my god,” he moaned as his eyes rolled back, and that was it. I had to close my eyes.
He was relentless. He didn’t stop touching me until I cried his name and he had to pin my legs down. I forgot when he pulled out of me because the burning from the vibrator was that intense.
Then I felt kisses down my body as well. I looked down and he looked up at me through hazy eyes and a flushed a face.
“Colby,” I choked out his name again. “So much.” He disregarded me, and instead without breaking eye contact, he licked me below the vibrator and didn’t let any of his come fall to the bed. “Fuck, I-I’m so—please—“
”We taste so fucking good together.” I tried to push my knees together, but he firmly pinned my thighs back. “If it’s just so painful, then you know our safeword.”
I was silent.
”So you still have more for me? Still want the punishment?”
”Colby,” I cried. What else was there to say?
His fingers pushed inside of me and curled upward over and over until I saw stars.
There wasn’t a warning yet he knew. He knew my body by heart, and when I couldn’t communicate with words, my body communicated for me.
“Fuck yes, give it to me. Just one more, baby,” he pleaded. My hips rolled with his movements and my breath and voice were ravaged by the moans and pleasure.
Another wave of euphoria washed over me as I drenched his hand, and I didn’t have it in me to worry about dirtying the sheets. He moaned as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
I cried again because I needed to hold onto him.
”Colby! Thank you, thank you, yes, please! I want—Let me go!”
”You want me to stop?”
”Unlock me.”
”Pf,” he scoffed with a flare of anger in his eyes. “What have you done to deserve it?”
”Need to touch you,” I whined and his expression softened.
He took the vibrator away and my body fell lax against the warm sheets.
Nothing but the sound of our catching breaths sounded in the room. I watched when he put the vibrator away and got the key to the cuffs, but I couldn’t do much else. I laid my hands to the bed and didn't move a muscle.
He gasped my name. My eyelashes fluttered when he kissed down my face and neck, but I couldn’t open them.
For a moment I forgot where we were.
“It’s okay,” I heard a whisper. My head turned towards it. Colby kissed me tightly, and finally my hands found him.
“Please,” I whined, and he moved on top of me.
“You’re not going anywhere, I have you.” His hands coaxed me to reality and I opened my eyes again. “See? It’s okay, you’re okay.”
”Colby,” I said his name hardly above a whisper. He kissed me again. I hooked my arm around his leg and my hands tore down his body as if I had years to make up for missing out on his skin. “I love you,” I finally whispered.
”I love you. God, I love you so much.”
We lay there as I came back from my headspace, and he left kisses and bites over my tender skin to make sure that I knew that I was his and his only.
“You—ugh,” he sighed harshly. I looked at him as he rolled his eyes.
”What?”
”You can touch yourself without me I guess.” I laughed at his dramatic sigh. “I’m not going to control you, but I am going to feel massively left out.”
”You’re so dramatic,” I laughed. “You’re glad that I was only doing it because I forced myself to not sleep with you.” His head rose off of me quickly.
’’Doing it? You did it all the time when we didn’t have sex?” I nodded with a sheepish blush. “Well then maybe you can show me sometime how you—“
”Oh my god,” I laughed and shoved his face away with my palm. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it down. “You’re dumb.”
”You’re dumber.”
”Maybe we both are.”
”Not anymore, I guess,” he mumbled. I kissed him again and he didn’t stop tasting me until I gasped for breath. "I mean, only if you let me watch you touch yourself and make yourself come."
"Oh my god, you're such a boy."
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Winter Whisper
Charles Leclerc x Y/N
Charles surprises you with a gingerbread house during winter xx
AN: This is my first time writing sorry if it is not the best xx
The winter night was cold and crisp, the air filled with the enchanting scent of snow. Y/N sat by the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket, lost in the pages of a captivating book. The crackling of burning logs and the occasional gusts of wind outside created a cozy atmosphere that seemed to embrace you in its soothing embrace.
As you turned another page, a sudden knock on the door disrupted the tranquil evening. Startled, they rose from the chair and approached the entrance, wondering who could be visiting on such a chilly night. Upon opening the door, your eyes widened in surprise as Charles stood there, his breath visible in the cold air.
"Hey," Charles greeted with a warm smile, his cheeks rosy from the winter chill. "I was passing by and thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in?"
Your heart skipped a beat, but they managed to stammer, "Of course, Charles! Come in, it's freezing out there."
Charles stepped inside, bringing a gust of cold air with him. You closed the door, and they both found themselves standing in the cozy living room. The contrast between the winter's bite and the warmth inside was palpable.
"I was just reading," you explained, gesturing toward the book on the table.
"That sounds nice," Charles replied. "But I was thinking we could do something together. You know, make the most of this winter night."
A mischievous glint sparkled in Charles' eyes, and you couldn't help but be intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" they asked.
Charles reached into a bag he was carrying and pulled out a gingerbread house kit. "How about we bake some gingerbread men?" he suggested, a playful grin on his face.
Your eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I didn't expect you to show up with baking supplies."
"Well, I've been practicing my baking skills," Charles admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I thought it would be fun to do it together."
As you two set up the ingredients on the kitchen counter, laughter filled the air. The cozy kitchen became a hub of activity, with flour dusting the air and the sweet aroma of spices enveloping them. Charles and you worked seamlessly together, your hands moving in sync as they mixed, rolled, and shaped the gingerbread dough.
"Have you ever made gingerbread men before?" Charles asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
You chuckled, "Not really. I'm more of a novice in the kitchen."
"Don't worry," Charles reassured with a grin. "We'll make the best gingerbread men ever."
As the first batch of gingerbread men baked in the oven, Charles and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping on hot cocoa. The crackling of the fireplace and the sweet anticipation of their culinary creation filled the room.
Once the gingerbread men were done, you both decorated each one with colorful icing and candies. Laughter echoed through the kitchen as they crafted unique and whimsical designs, turning the simple cookies into edible masterpieces.
With the gingerbread men completed, Charles and Y/N sat back, admiring their handiwork. The aroma of freshly baked treats wafted through the air, leaving a trail of sweetness and happiness.
"I had a great time," Charles admitted, a genuine smile on his face.
"Me too," you agreed, feeling a warmth in their heart that surpassed the coziness of the fireplace. "Thanks for making this winter night so special."
As you both savored the gingerbread men you had created together, the winter night whispered tales of laughter, warmth, and unexpected connections. And in that cozy kitchen, amidst the flickering candlelight and the delightful aroma of freshly baked cookies, a friendship bloomed, destined to withstand the chill of any winter to come.
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Ch. 18: Shrouded Eyes
The path to the Coliseum is fraught with danger, at least, in Rosie's eyes. Those who would wish her beloved harm surely lurk in every shadow, don't they?
WC: 1.4k +
A/N: Took a little break but I think I'm ready to kick it back into high gear! Had some fun with the little bits of Rosie's paranoia and hinting at some very old magic possibly being connected to the Coliseum ;)
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Vesuvia’s coliseum was once one of the city’s defining features. It had been a public hub for both the rich and the poor: bartering outside its gates in makeshift stalls and crowding into the seats, eager to watch bloodsport. But now it sat empty; no more cheering crowds, no more fights. Only sand and dust whistling through the cracks of crumbling stone walls.
Rosie couldn’t recall ever watching one of the gladiator fights. In truth, they had been falling out of fashion ever since the Countess had married and moved to Vesuvia; seemingly one of the few social reforms she had been able to encourage. Then of course the plague came, and everyone was too preoccupied with trying not to die to have time to watch oiled, scantily clad men try to kill each other. Gladiators stopped renewing their contracts, and without prisoners of war or any kind of organized crime watch, Count Lucio had been unable to refill his roster of fighters. Although it had been abandoned for years, the sight of it filled Rosie with a sense of terrible dread, as though the dangers that it once housed were still lurking in its walls; she brushed off the feeling as being her own anxiousness about Julian making no effort to hide his identity as they made their way to the coliseum.
“You should have kept that mask from the theater,” Rosie hissed as she pulled Julian into the shadow of a building as a pair of wealthy looking merchants ambled past, chatting amongst themselves about various wealthy frivolities as they turned down the main road that led to the floating markets.
“Are you still worried about that, my dear?”
“You’d be a fool not to be,” She said as she peered out of the shadows. She was sure she had seen freshly polished insignias bearing Lucio’s likeness pinned to the merchant’s robes. Ever since the masquerade had been announced it seemed more and more loyalists were coming out of the woodwork. “We’re a long way from South End,” she murmured as she took his hand and continued on, still staying within the shadows of buildings and pillars that lined the road.
“Ah, I understand your worry completely. But look around,” he swept his arms out and stepped back into the sunlight. “See? Nobody’s around.”
“There just were,” Rosie hissed as she looked up and down the street.
“They were just using a shortcut. And uh, well it’s rude to gossip but, well these empty buildings are a good place to sneak off to for…any number of activities,” he said with a grin that Rosie did not return.
“How can you be so sure they’re empty?”
“Oh, well I’ll show you!”
Rosie didn’t have time to stop him before he had leapt onto the crumbling wall outside one of the abandoned huts.
“Oh, yoooohooo! Anyone home? Anyone at all?” He waved his arms and called in an exaggerated voice. Rosie hissed and grabbed for him, but he laughed and easily sidestepped her hands. “Ah, looks like nobody’s home-” his grin dropped when he saw how her eyes darted around and her hands clutched her amulet. He made a worried sound as he nimbly stepped down off the wall. “Rosie,” he gently pried her hands free of her amulet and held them. “I’m sorry. I was only trying to lighten the mood.”
Rosie just shook her head and sighed as he pulled her close enough that her forehead rested against his chest. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened if the stalls along the street hadn’t been abandoned. How anybody squatting there would be stupid to not try and turn Julian in; surely the bounty on his head was enough to live comfortably for many years on. “Let’s just keep movin’,” she said. “The sooner we track down this ‘Scourge’ the better.”
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The arena was empty, just as it had been for years. ‘If there’s a Scourge here, the only thing he’s fighting is ghosts ,’ Rosie thought as she scanned the dusty rows of benches. A breeze occasionally swirled the sand into small torrents around their feet.
“Right,” she said, her hands planted on her hips. “This market’s underground, yeah? There a trapdoor buried here somewhere?” She asked as she pawed at the ground with the toe of her boot.
“Oh no, the Red Market Merchant’s Guild was more sophisticated than that,” Julian said as he strode past her to the northernmost wall. “The lock was a puzzle of sorts. Some kind of identity magic…I’m sure that’s how Asra managed to sneak in,” he said as he began to run his fingers over the bricks set between two of the columns.
“Was it two to the left? Or three to the left,” Julian muttered. “Ah, give me just another moment dear, I’ll have this open in a jiffy,” he said as he felt Rosie press close against his side. She nodded as she cast a wary glance over her shoulder. Although the arena was empty, she was sure the eyes of all those slain in its sands were surely watching them; she regretted not packing an extra pouch of salt.
“No, no it was three to the right, two to the left, and then up and down, yes that was it! Stand back now, dear, it was always a little messy. Used to throw sand and stray shrapnel everywhere.”
The pair stepped back and waited — nothing happened.
“...Did you break it?” Rosie asked.
“Surely not! Don’t even know if it can be broken,” Julian shook his head and began to examine the wall again. “Did they take me off the VIP list?”
Rosie turned away as he continued to fiddle with the bricks in the wall. An energy thrummed beneath her feet that she couldn't ignore any longer; wild and erratic, the same way a busy marketplace felt. 'It has to lead to the underground, it's gotta be some kind of spell signature...magical residue,' she thought. The sand was warm and soft between her fingers as she dropped to the ground and pressed her palms flat and felt around for the pulse.
"Uh, Rosie?" Julian had glanced back to find her on her hands and knees, feeling around in the dirt. Rosie tuned him out as she centered herself and tried to follow the energy’s trail in her mind’s eye. She crawled forward as she followed the trail, which faintly glowed as she shut her eyes. The edges of the darkness took on a red tinge as she drew closer and closer.
“Where are you going?” Julian’s voice sounded faint, despite being just a few steps away. “Is this a magic thing? Are you doing a magic thing, Rosie? Dear? Hello?”
The red in her mind’s eye was almost blinding as she reached the trail head. Her eyes snapped open and she began to frantically dig in the sand, until her fingers brushed against something cold. She brushed the remaining sand away and stared down at what she had uncovered: a circular iron hatch, barely two arm lengths in diameter. There were strange runes carved along its rim; for just a moment it seemed as if they were glowing the same red as the magic that led her there. She told herself it was merely a trick of the light.
“Well I’ll be,” Julian had followed close behind her. “Brava, Rosie. A trapdoor, just like you’d thought! Hidden by some magic I assume?”
“Something like that,” Rosie shrugged as she took his hand and got to her feet, brushing the sand off her skirt. There was something very old and very dark about the magic that emanated from the hatch that was deeply unsettling; but she had faith that Asra wouldn’t have sent her into danger. At least, not on purpose. She fiddled with her amulet as she watched Julian pull the hatch open. Just below the surface was an old, rickety looking ladder that descended into a seemingly endless darkness.
“Well, uh,” Julian rocked back on his heels as he stared down into the hole. “Are you ready?”
‘No ,’ Rosie thought. ‘ What I’m ready to do is go home and hide away from all of this. Maybe the two of us pack our bags and skip town, start a new life and try to forget we were ever in this mess .’ But she knew that wasn’t an option. If the two of them were ever going to be free, they needed answers. “Aye,” she murmured as she brushed her thumb over the face of her amulet.
“Then uh, down the rabbit hole we go,” He said as he started down the ladder. Rosie gave one last glance at the empty coliseum before she followed after him and pulled the hatch shut behind them.
And just like that, the coliseum stood empty and silent once more.
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I feel like you've definitely done this before, but I can't find anything so I thought I'd ask. Do you know any other cool vr artists I can check out? I know it's a rare specialty on Tumblr at least, but I've never seen someone do the kind of stuff you do and I'd love to see some examples in different styles
OH MAN DO I EVER...... hold on to your hats cuz this will get long. none of these people are on tumblr but they're all worth checking out!!
anyways here's the prominent XR artists in the world right now that I know off the top of my head (note: I'm bound to miss some people, also some sell NFTs, some don't, just a PSA):
Rosie Summers - UK VR artist & one of my personal fav inspirations. if you like space and whimsy, you'll like her art!
Giant Swan - Australian VR artist. his work with color & texture is some of the best I've ever seen
Goro Fujita - prominent art director who was born in Japan and who now does VR animations in a VR animation program called Quill! really worth checking out if you are at all interested in learning 3d animation.
Piyo Master - Japanese VR artist who makes some seriously cool mech designs - among other things!!
Emma / The Spatial Canvas - US-based artist with a whole YouTube series on teaching VR art! her environment work is SUPER good.
Minhang - Vietnamese VR artist who makes INCREDIBLY detailed painting worlds
Anna Zhilyaeva / Anna Dream Brush - French VR artist and probably one of the most famous VR artist/performers in the world.
Suk - Korean VR artist with a wonderful traditional ink art style
Kudo Albus - Japanese VR artist with a VERY cute art style
Kevin Ang - US-based artist and MY GOOD FRIEND!! 💖 his work is very storybook-vibes and nature-inspired
Vaidehi / Ozymandias - UK-based artist (and also my friend!) with a crazy abstract, cubist, occasionally even dadaist art style
Yamakeiart - Japanese VR artist - and a tattoo artist as well! her tattoo design work really shines through in her VR art
SaRaN - Japanese VR artist. super detailed and magical worlds
Gaston Carballal - VR artist based in Argentina with a really unique style - his worlds look like they're made entirely of wicker and clay
Julius Kleberski - French VR artist who is very underrated - he makes detailed worlds and these gorgeous filigree-style 3d sculptures
Angeles - Spanish VR artist who is extremely skilled at creating animals and human faces!
Lucy Boyd-Wilson - US VR artist with beautiful abstract & nature-based work.
Sabby Life - US-based VR artist & educator, and a lead of the VR Art Live community! I could list even more artists at this point BUT you could also just find them yourself by joining the VR Art live Discord - it's a main hub for XR art and there's tons of community events and resources available there!! 💖
#auropost#I HOPE THAT GIVES U A LOT TO LOOK THRU EHEHE#if you want to find even more vr artists they're all in instagram#just go through the tilt brush or vrart tag#or gravity sketch/open brush/quillvr#the vast majority of the artists listed above use tilt brush/open brush#you can also search youtube for tilt brush/open brush tutorials! there's a good amount nowadays#but yeah i also retweet many of these artists on my twitter as well#i keep trying to get people to join tumblr but no one thinks it's worth it LOL#someday though....... i'll get kevin to join 😂#he'd fit in just fine here
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One Line Prompts #1: Sam (“I think I’m in love with you.”)
Sammy girls I am so sorry in advance but this one hurts in the good way...
cw: Sam Kiszka x f!reader, FLUFFIEST FLUFF TO EVER FLUFF, sam sharing his feelings unexpectedly, pain and suffering...
“Sammy don’t come in here yet but where’s your paper towels??” you called from the kitchen.
You almost had it… you were almost done making him dinner to surprise him when he got done practicing. You never do this for him, but he’s been working hard on the new album lately, so hard you’ve barely seen each other all week. Takeout has become a staple out of necessity since he was working late with the guys, barely making it in the studio before 11 on a good night. Of course, it doesn’t feel like work when they have as much fun as they all do together. But the routine of it still takes a toll on him, you can tell. He’s yawning and drinking more coffee - more than the usual startling amount of caffeine he consumes. When you do have a free moment together it usually ends up with his head lolling against your shoulder as his eyes become too heavy to keep open and he slumps into the couch for however long he can get away with… that is, before one of his bandmates is pulling him back down to the basement studio to record or practice. One of the only times you’d see him is when he would run back upstairs to collect the latest delivery order from the front door, sneak a quick kiss from you if he could, and away again he would go… But you know what too many nights of that does to a person, and you just thought it would be nice to make him something homemade. He deserves it…
But you spilled the margarita you just tried to make him and your plan to be sneaky was foiled. You look at Rosie, the ever watchful guardian of the kitchen floor in case you drop a morsel of something delicious. “We almost had it Rose..." You mock defeat, and she huffs a little bark.
Luckily, Sam came up from the basement at just the right moment. He laughed because it sounded kinda silly to him, 'don't come in here...' what’s she up to in there?
His gentle curiosity got the best of him. He had to know...
“What do you mean don’t come in here lovey, what are you-” he rounded the doorframe and stopped cold.
His kitchen, used mostly as the central hub of every kickback and sometimes a writing space for new lines and lyrics, was now flooded with light and soft sounds and good smells and…warmth. The kind of warmth that comes from someone cooking with a purpose other than hunger; like making a favorite meal reserved for a special occasions but doing it just because it’s tuesday… like a surprise party on your birthday... like a future he wants to wake up to every day... that kind of warmth...
He looked on the stove, there’s some kind of delicious looking sauce bubbling away next to a pot of freshly cooked pasta. Sides already on the kitchen island where you had set 2 place settings of simple white plates and cutlery. He realizes what you've been up here doing this whole time.
No way… his head said involuntarily. His heart was too busy thrumming and it made his ears ring a little. For me? He took another second to look around...
The dishes weren’t overwhelming, but he already saw himself after dinner with those stupid pink rubber gloves on that you bought as a joke, rinsing and drying as you sat at the island and told him he was doing it wrong. Not to nag him, but because “‘good enough’ is not clean… we can’t leave little spots on the dishes Samuel…”
Why was that so vivid… the thought doesn’t scare him - just catches him off guard. It was a nice image, a very nice one… One he intends to make real very soon… But he still doesn’t really know why he’s so shocked. Is shocked the right word?
You spend so much time together, it’s not that he takes your presence for granted. But now he’s seeing you, really seeing you for the first time all week. And your hair is a little messy from hastily putting it back to prep ingredients. And your cheeks are a little flushed from the heat of the stove and from your wine you cracked open when you got started. And you look like you're meant to be right there in that moment... like a scene in a storybook... like home…
He remembers you needed something from him and he couldn’t just keep staring…
“Did you cook??” he asks, sounding more shocked at the gesture than at your abilities. You’re still holding the dripping hi-ball glass over the sink, but you give him the softest smile he’s ever seen and he melts a little.
“Mhm… just kinda wanted to…" you shrug your shoulders like it's nothing. Because it was. A meal for him was nothing compared to the joy and color he brought back to your life. A meal was nothing compared to the appreciation and adoration he bestows upon you daily, hourly, by the second... a lifetime of meals wouldn’t be enough. But you can start with one, at least.
"paper towels??” You glance down at the mess on the counter. He didn’t even notice it until now… probably because that kind of dreamy haze had settled over his vision like in an old nostalgic photo. He lingers for one more second, imprinting the scene like a snapshot in his mind of the next 50 years with you. What’s a little spilled tequila?
He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but he’s suddenly sure he’s the happiest he’s ever been… he just likes you so much…. likes you… that doesn’t seem like enough anymore now does it…
That boyish smile of his bloomed across his sweet face, setting a swarm of monarch butterflies loose in your chest. Will that ever not make me feel all fluttery….. probably not…. He waltzed over to you, putting a little cocky sway in his stride as he came to stand at the sink with you. He took the glass out of your hand and set it down, grabbing a cloth towel from under the sink to wipe your hands off and then throwing it in the general direction of the spill, eyes never leaving you. “Whatcha thinkin’ about Samuel…” you prod sweetly.
He giggles a little… “Nothin.. just feels like you kinda like me is all…” Your turn to laugh… Like him? You’d give him all the stars if you could catch them.
“I think I’m startin’ to warm up to ya….” you tease back. His arms encircle your waist and he presses you close enough to him that you feel his hip bones, bodies resting as closely as they can together while he can still lean back to see your face. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn’t in your face, he just wanted to touch you…
Then he says it so nonchalantly that it takes you a second to process it. “Yeah well I think I’m in love with you…” His eyes, teasing and playful a second ago, now the most earnest shade of gold you’ve ever seen, lips set in a small smile but with that full pout of his it looks like an all out smirk.
Baring souls together in the kitchen on a Wednesday evening… I could get used to this…
“Oh yeah?” You’re gonna leave him on the hook a little longer just because you can. He nods and gives a little “mhm,” giggling a little again as you copy him and tuck his hair behind his ears. I’m taller than her and she’s making me blush like a little schoolboy… jesus…
You lean up to whisper in his ear, lips ghosting over his cheek, “yeah, me too…”
#screams and cries and dies#and dies some more#SMAMMY I LOVE YOU I REALLY DO#Sam Kiszka#sam kiszka fluff#sam kiszka fic#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet fluff
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Headcanon: Rosie has been on Sodor way longer than you’d think...
World War II is a notoriously glossed over time in Sodor history. On an unrelated note, Rosie is a USATC S100, a class of locomotive that was built in the USA and exported to Europe for the Allies’ war effort. Rosie’s introductory episode is one which does not feature any kind of origin story, nor is she said to be new. She just kinda shows up and is treated as if she’s been a character who’s been around this entire time...
I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this... 😈
During WWII, the North Western’s roster would only consists of the first six engines, a few of the remaining pre-NWR Grouping engines, and presumably a gaggle of LMS loaners who may or may not be called back home to assist with their home region’s war effort. The prospects of this fleet pulling through in one piece don’t look that good on paper IMO. I think it’s not out of the question for FC1 to put in a call for some reinforcements, and given how the North Western was made for the WWI war effort and likely borrowed many War Department engines back then too, it’d only really be following tradition!
And so, Rosie enters the picture. Definitely not in the pink she debuts in on TV, probably in some kind of austere black or gray. She definitely wouldn’t have been alone, I’d like to think there could have been an S160 on Sodor too to help with heavy goods. I am a huge proponent of Hank being an S160 instead of a PRR K4 (I’ll probably make a post about that at some point in the future), but it does have the unfortunate affect of knocking Hank’s one and only episode out of canon on a surface level not only by changing his basis but by making his arrival party impossible due to the presence of Toby and Emily, who would not be there in WWII! But again, this is better suited for another post. Let’s just leave it at “Rosie arrives in Tidmouth straight from America, along with an S160 who may-or-may-not-be Hank.”
I figure the reason she comes to admire Thomas specifically so much is because she was likely assigned to work on his branch line, and thus had a lot of proximity to him during her formative years. TK&ELR Coffee Pots 2-4 would still be around until the early 50s, but they were used sparingly after Thomas’ arrival due to their poor condition among other things. So it would make sense to send a perfectly capable, brand-new tank engine to work alongside Thomas in their place.
Rosie would be personality-wise where she is in her Model Series episodes: cheerful, childish, and way too idolizing of Thomas. Admittedly I have no idea if the ongoing war would even allow her to be this way, but I suppose she may be in a similar boat to Thomas? He was built and shipped off right at the start of WWI, and yet was still relatively innocent, albeit not to the degree of Rosie... I figure they were both either sheltered from the respective Horrors of War, or it simply did not affect them as deeply as one might think. Man-made horrors beyond locomotive comprehension? I dunno for sure. I also figure Thomas would loooove the attention of his new charge at first, only to slowly get sick of her over time and end up where he is in her debut episode.
Upon the end of WWII, all of the S100s and S160s (save the 10 S100s that became the SR’s USA Class) that were based in the UK were repatriated back to the USA. Given Sodor’s history of, ahem, “retaining” their wartime assistance, I don’t think they would have given them back. But since Rosie’s presence would no longer be a priority on the Ffarquhar line, I think she’d be transferred to another depot on Sodor, possibly either Vicarstown (as per her later role in the CGI Series) or Cronk (which in the RWS would be a major hub for rail on the North Western, and could use a dedicated shunter). I figure this work would keep her sufficiently occupied, which is why FC2 wouldn’t just put her back on the branch during the Knapford Harbor renovation, which otherwise in this HC would be way easier than transferring Percy and bringing in Duck to take his place at Tidmouth.
Thomas probably breathed a sigh of relief once he knew he was safe from Rosie’s potential return! Though since Sodor engines love to stray from their allocations whenever the plot demands, that doesn’t mean he’s safe forever...
And of course, as soon as the war ends and she officially becomes one of the Fat Controller’s Engines, this is when she’d get her ever-so-loved Pink livery... To be honest whenever I think of Rosie’s livery timeline I never come up with a reason why she ever chooses pink. Like, obviously she starts in a wartime livery, and then at some point chooses red over pink as a symbolic way of reinventing herself and ceasing to model herself after anyone else. But at the stage in her life where she idolizes Thomas so much, why would she pick anything that’s not NW Blue? I suppose we’ll never know. Anyway since FC1 has pretty much given up all hope of a standardized livery by this point, I’m sure he’d just accept it and resignedly tell the paint shop lads to start mixing a shade that’s never gone on a steam engine before.
I think that’s all the bases covered. The only thing it doesn’t cover is any of the development that would lead to Red Rosie, but I feel like those events would be a decade or two removed from the war and not really on topic anyway. I just thought this would be a fun way to look at Rosie, or at least an alternative to “she’s one of the 10 SR USA Tanks and came to Sodor post-Oliver”. The only real downside to this HC is that its incompatible with my former pet idea that Rosie was a follower of the Railway Series in the post-war years and her idolization was more akin to a parasocial relationship, and that doesn’t really work if she’s arrived on Sodor and stayed there before the books were even published. Oh well, at least this new Rosie HC would be a much more mentally healthy Rosie, lol.
#original post#ttte#ttte headcanon#ttte rosie#ttte thomas#ttte hank#(but only really a passing mention#hank deserves his own HC post but i'm still workshopping how to even approach it so he has to wait)#rosie is really cool and i love the makeover she got in S21#shame the development that led to it is only implied at best!#plus her post-makeover episodes make her way too much like mavis#i love mavis so much but i like rosie for being rosie and would prefer if mavis could be mavis thank you very much#then again if modern mavis is allowed to just be boco than ig modern rosie is within her rights to just be mavis#doesn't mean i have to like it though#but wait... if mavis is boco and rosie is mavis... does that mean if they brought back boco he would have become rosie#oh no
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Week 4: Digital Community and Fandom: Reality TV Case Study
The convergence of traditional and modern media has led to the emergence of a new form of media different from traditional methods. Studies on viewing habits showed that 54% of viewers in the UK watch audiovisual content on a laptop, 49% on a tablet, and 39% on a mobile phone at least once a week (Sørensen 2015, p. 382).
It is possible to develop definitions that approach Reality Television as a distinct study area with its characteristics. Developing these definitions is by examining the terms 'real' and 'life': the genre invites viewers to witness the everyday, domestic, and behind-the-scenes aspects of ordinary individuals' lives. The audience is promised a glimpse into the lives of "real" people (Alsultany 2016, p. 3), and the shows are not typically scripted, are cheaper to produce, and feature "real" people instead of celebrities.
The 'REAL' Show
In the analysis of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, the reality program began as a spinoff of TLC's Toddlers and Tiaras which offers a portrayal of people going about their normal lives, with storylines ranging from everyday activities like grocery shopping to unique, remarkable, or bizarre social rituals specific to a particular geographic region or socioeconomic class. However, the constructed panorama must also appeal to commercial television audiences, representing a fusion of popular entertainment with a self-conscious claim to portraying reality (Murray & Oullette 2009, p. 3). This self-awareness highlights the constructed nature of even the most seemingly "observational" Reality Television show, suggesting that perhaps the genre's most fundamental goal is to somehow prevent viewers from critically examining the underlying nature of what they are watching. Conclusively, this highlights that key terms serve an overarching purpose in Reality Television to provide enjoyable voyeurism by allowing viewers to follow an individual's lived experience. When Here Comes Honey Boo Boo premiered in 2012 it was a ratings smash, garnering itself an audience of 2.2 million people and a 1.6 share among 18-49 year-olds, according to The Hollywood Reporter.
Reality TV is a perfect fit for humor as a genre. Social media is a hub for fans to perform for likes and shares, with popular reality franchises like Drag Race and Love Island having multiple fan accounts dedicated to sharing jokes and memes about the shows. Humor is a key component of certain reality brands' social media presence, with both the creation and circulation of jokes and memes being a common practice (Deller 2019).
The reality series "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" follows the life of Alana 'Honey Boo Boo' Thompson, a child beauty pageant participant, and her unique family. Johnny Depp has confessed to being a fan of the show, showing both intrigue and a hint of apprehension, stating, "I'm a little frightened of the show. That's the thing They're probably great people, but there are bits that happen that just I am mesmerized by." Here Comes Honey Boo Boo has amassed many celebrity fans, including Rosie O'Donnell and 'We Can't Stop' singer Miley Cyrus (Harp 2013). In October 2014, the reality TV world was rocked when TMZ.com released a photo of June "Mama June" Shannon in a hotel room with a man named Mark McDaniel, who had just been released from prison after serving ten years for molesting an eight-year-old child. To make matters worse, TMZ also reported that the child was someone Shannon had been in contact with. In response, TLC expressed serious concern and stated that they would be reevaluating the future of the show. The following day, TLC made the decision to cancel Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, emphasizing their commitment to the well-being of the children involved (Meltzer 2023). This caused a stir among both fans of the show and those who were not fond of it, basically, as the TV show was found to be sheltering a criminal.
To conclude, Reality TV Shows are not about reality, they involve real humans and scenarios.
Reference:
Alsultany, E 2015, “The Cultural Politics of Islam in U.S. Reality Television,” Communication, Culture & Critique, vol. 9, no. 4, Oxford University Press (OUP), pp. 595–613, accessed <http://dx.doi.org/10.1111/cccr.12121>.
Deller, Ruth A, 2019, Extract: 'Chapter Six: Reality Television in an Age of Social Media' Download 'Chapter Six: Reality Television in an Age of Social Media'in Reality Television: The TV Phenomenon That Changed the World (Emerald Publishing).
Harp, J 2013, “Johnny Depp: ‘I’m a Honey Boo Boo fan, but she scares me,’” Digital Spy, accessed <https://www.digitalspy.com/showbiz/a495764/johnny-depp-im-a-honey-boo-boo-fan-but-she-scares-me/>.
Meltzer, M 2023, “The Real Reason Here Comes Honey Boo Boo Was Cancelled,” The List, accessed <https://www.thelist.com/285217/the-real-reason-here-comes-honey-boo-boo-was-cancelled/>.
Murray, S 2009, I Think We Need A New Name For It: The Meeting of Documentary and Reality TV. In S. Murray, & L. Ouellette (Eds.), 2nd ed, New York: New York University Press.
Sørensen, IE 2015, “The revival of live TV: liveness in a multiplatform context,” Media, Culture & Society, vol. 38, no. 3, SAGE Publications, pp. 381–399, accessed <http://dx.doi.org/10.1177/0163443715608260>.
The Hollywood Reporter 2012, “TLC’s ‘Honey Boo Boo’ Scores Winning Ratings With Series Premiere,” The Hollywood Reporter, accessed January 31, 2024, <https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/tv/tv-news/honey-boo-boo-tlc-ratings-360966/>.
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