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ironunderstands · 4 days

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Yapping about why I love Aventio and what I feel makes it a great ship

(If you hate it I urge you to read this, because you don’t have to agree with me, but I want you to get where Aventio shippers are coming from at least)

I’ve just really wanted to talk about why I love Aventio because the people do not get it like I do and GODDD ITS SO GOOD WHEN DONE CORRECTLY UGHHHHH

Also this is gonna be VERY stream of consciousness I do not have a plan besides dragging you through my brain so enjoy the ride.

I guess the best place to start is the fact that Aventurine and Ratio are my two favorite characters in the game. Like even if they have no interactions with each other ever and might as well be from different pieces of media I would ship them, because I like seeing characters I like interact and the fun police cannot catch me. That’s a really shallow personal reason though and I feel like the rest I have will be able to be appreciated by others.

GOD THE DYNAMIC IS SO GOOD RAAAAAA

Two emotional constipated dumbasses circling around each other like black holes trying desperately to deny and run from their feelings when they have both fallen hard. The lack of acknowledgement of feelings on both ends is TRAGIC and it makes me want to rip my eyes out in a good way, let’s start with Ratio.

Unfortunately my glorious king Ratio has been mischaracterized to hell and back but we will get to that (and the Incorrect Reasons Why People Hate Aventio) later. Instead I will go over his actual character; a deeply insecure, intelligent man who desperately wants the rest of the galaxy to come to the realizations he has long since stumbled upon, but has been so isolated from his peers from such a young age that he’s doomed to fail in literally every social interaction he has and be misunderstood by both the audience in universe and irl (the autistic coding isn’t helping him either).

Ratio is tragically misunderstood again, both in universe and by the audience, which is why it means so much that Aventurine Gets Him. Aventurine pushes his buttons, tears down that literal cold marble facade masking the deeply silly and caring man beneath (this man bathes with rubber duckies in the privacy of his own home 😭), and that scares the shit out of Ratio. People aren’t meant to see through him, Ratio acts rude not just because he believes it’s the best way to help people, and because he believes he himself is mundane and the conclusions they come to should be their own, not his.

No, it’s also because on some level Ratio is afraid to be vulnerable around people. As much as he pretends like it doesn’t affect him, Nous’s rejection has hurt and haunted Ratio for his entire life. And I do mean his entire life, even in high school he had already set up a strict routine for himself, something commented on by his teacher, Ratio has quite literally always been striving for some sort of perfection and the fact that he cannot achieve it kills him.

Moreover, the guy just grew up way too fast, he didn’t have time to develop social skills. We see it in that afformentioned relationship with his teacher, in which they recommend Ratio (who is again in high school) to be moved up to college level stuff and transferred due to his success. He has quite literally never been able to just relax in a environment of his peers, Ratio for some reason we don’t yet know has always been dedicated to constant improvement and that leaves no room for dealing with failure.

On some level, he knows this too, that he can never be perfect. Ratio is part of the Mundanites in the Intelligenica Guild for a reason, he doesn’t just see himself as mediocre because he believes everyone is and that’s ok, but also because he looks down on himself for being too mediocre for the Genius Society, being too mediocre for Nous’s acknowledgement, being too mediocre for anything.

Which is tragic because Ratio is very accomplished and he is very smart, and his character stories aren’t even told from his pov, but rather in the style of documentaries and letters (his professor) and other works on his well acclaimed life. We don’t ever get to see how Ratio really sees himself, just the tiny cracks in his marble facade that let the real man behind the character shine through.

Because that’s what he’s playing 90% of the time, a character. Whether it be at the Herta Space Station in which his real goal was to uproot the researchers blind worship of the Genius Society, or in Penacony in which he plays up the arrogant, narcissistic scholar both people in universe and irl make him out to be, both to serve a goal bigger than himself.

Sincere moments from Ratio are RARE but god are they beautiful, his conversation from Screwllum in 1.6 and his note to Aventurine in 2.1 will forever haunt me in the best way possible. If you want to understand Ratio as a character, yes read his character stories, but just watch that damn scene with Screwllum it is phenomenal. He cares so much and is so, so bad at expressing it, he drives me nuts, Veritas Ratio the man you are.

And the thing is, it seems like he’s always been playing a character and doesn’t know where the real him ends anymore so he just sticks to the way people perceive him a lot of the time. Like as a kid he was constantly striving to be the best so he missed a lot of necessary developmental shit, and as an adult he’s a celebrity so it’s hard for him to attach himself to others anyways because society and his students will hound him for it.

And then you throw Aventurine into the mix, and oh boy does shit get interesting.

Veritas Ratio, perfect “unfeeling” Veritas Ratio and the one person who gets him well enough to push all his buttons and expose the vulnerable underbelly he thought he hid so well. On a fundamental level, Ratio understands this, which is why he doesn’t bother with the alabaster head, as pretending the real him is just as unfeeling and uncaring is easier.

So he brushes off Aventurine’s jests as if they are an insult to his very existence, he can’t look in Aventurine’s eyes when he “betrays” him because his poker face would break, he leaves as soon as he’s done talking because lingering would allow the weight of their conversations to sink in. Part of it is because for pretty much all of Penacony, up until the note Ratio gives him, Ratio is acting, trying to play up the role of the arrogant, unfeeling scholar to make Sunday buy the betrayal plan, because to Sunday this behavior is signs of a bad relationship between the two (honestly the fact that the audience also interpreted it this way makes me mad like did yall seriously not pay attention, but also happy because if even the players were fooled that means Sunday buying it is believable).

However, even if it feeds into his insecurities, Aventurine knows that false facade and loves tearing it down. It’s very telling that the second time we see Ratio really freak out (the first being at Herta Space Station) is at the suggestion that he came to narrate Aventurine’s demo not because of knowledge or respect for the show or whatever, but because he genuinely likes the guy. What makes it even better is that Aventurine is the one who suggested it, and already figured out the excuses Ratio was going to use to deny it. Ratio can fool everyone else in the galaxy, but he cannot fool Aventurine, and on a fundamental level that is what makes their dynamic work, because Ratio knows Aventurine in the exact same way.

Aventurine can shove away people who care about him, out of distrust and fear that they will leave him like his family did. He can believe he’s unloveable and a person so detestable that even the actions he performs in order to stay alive condemn him to hate himself as much as the rest of the galaxy hates him. But, Ratio doesn’t see him that way.

Aventurine doubts his intelligence, if he has really earned anything he’s done and in his voiceline about Ratio, doubting if Ratio even sees him as smart or worthy. However, Ratios voiceline about Aventurine is about how he believes Aventurine is smart and worthy, and that his doubt will be his downfall if he doesn’t come to the realization that he isn’t worthless.

Ratio knows Aventurine’s one weakness, the one thing that could stop him; himself. That’s why he gives him the note urging him to stay alive and keep on living because ultimately Aventurine will only ever fail if he gives up. And The Note Is Enough, Aventurine walks into the event horizon of a black hole, confident he can return alive on the other side because someone cares about him, BECAUSE RATIO CARES ABOUT HIM, and wants him to live on even if Aventurine doesn’t feel that way towards himself.

In the metaphorical and literal manifestation of the meaningless of the universe, in the face of overwhelming nihility, Aventurine survives because someone loves him, and with that love he’s strong enough to brave even that.

Even if they can’t admit it out loud, these two deeply, deeply care for one another and trust each other perhaps more than anyone else in the narrative. The betrayal plan would have never worked if there was not mutual trust, Ratio wouldn’t have gone to Penacony in the first place if he didn’t trust Aventurine, and Aventurine wouldn’t have asked him to come if he did not trust him. We don’t just see this trust between Aventurine and Ratio either, and Jade and Topaz both trust him with their cornerstones, but ultimately it’s Ratio who’s physically with him the whole time, risking his life alongside him for the sake of their plan.

As much as people like to ignore it, lying to the Family members, to Sunday, is extremely dangerous and puts Ratio’s life in danger as much as it does Aventurine’s. Ratio is not an irrational person, he wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t have faith Aventurine would succeed, he would not have done if he didn’t think he would return. They have absolutely faith in one another and it’s beautiful.

Aventurine’s first constellation is named “Prisoner’s Dilemma” for a reason. A social experiment in which two prisoners are captured and separated, if they sell the other one out and remain silent, they go free but the other remains in jail for 20 years. If they both sell each other out, they get a sentence of 5 years.

But if they both remain silent, trust the other, they even if they physically can’t communicate and don’t know what the other says, they get the best possible outcome, only one year in jail each. It requires a sacrifice on both ends, they both still have to go to jail, but only for a year, and only if they trust each other completely, as if the other sells them out they will be in jail for 20.

The prisoners dilemma relies completely on trust, and it’s the exact situation Aventurine and Ratio face in the Penacony quests. Aventurines doubts if Ratio’s betrayal was real or not, even if he set it up himself, and Ratio worries about Aventurines survival, if continuing this plan will end well. “You can’t expect a featherless bird to take flight” isn’t just Ratio chastising Sunday, he’s genuinely worried that this plan will put Aventurine at too much of a disadvantage to continue on.

But they both trust each other, and if just like in the Dilemma neither come out completely unscathed (although it’s much worse on Aventurine’s end), they ultimately achieve their goal.

God is it sweet and corny in the best way possible

I want to kill this fandoms perception of stoic, emotionless Ratio because once people realize he’s actually the corniest mf ever is the day I sleep easy. He makes statues of himself doing Jojo poses, he plays chess versus himself, he named himself Veritas (truth), he loves rubber duckies, he literally sits in a bathtub couch, and Aventurine breaths and he gets flustered.

Ratio so deeply silly, chronically corny, it’s a crime he needs to be locked up someone stop him.

And Aven brings that out of him. His teasing reveals the goofball trying so desperately to disguise himself as a serious scholar. Ratio is very smart of course, but that only makes his silliness better, as you watch this absolute genius of a man behave like a tsundere schoolgirl.

It’s not like Aventurine is some paragon of seriousness either, he’s the one teasing Ratio, fucking around even in a serious mission. Yeah it’s partly because he wants Sunday to think he’s incompetent, but it’s also because Aventurine genuinely is having fun, enjoying himself before the serious part of the plan kicks in, and the meantime he does that by messing with Ratio.

Their dynamic of Aventurine messing with Ratio, and Ratio trying desperately to pretend like it doesn’t affect him is as hilarious and heartwarming as it is tragic, and that dichotomy is why I love them so much. It’s fun and it hurts so so much because their interactions being this flavor of silly leaves almost no room for the sincerity they both desperately need from one another.

AND GOD I NEED IT TO HAPPEN. RATIO MENTAL BREAKDOWN SCENE PLEAASEEE LET HIS WALLS CRUMBLE PLEEEEAASEE PLEASE PELADE PLEASEEEE EPLES DOLS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

They’ve gotten closer and closer and closer and soon something’s gonna snap because they are so close yet so distant and if something doesn’t change the tension is just gonna boil over AND I NEED IT TO HAPPEN. I need more Ratio scenes I need more interactions with him I need him with his guard down I need him to profess out loud that he cares about Aventurine I need him to break please he needs it, it would be so good for him. It doesn’t even have to be from Aventurine, just Ratio snapping and revealing the fucking mess he is under his facade and not being rejected by the people he cares about for it is enough.

I honestly doubt it will happen in the story though, as much as I want it to. Although Aventurine’s character demo somewhat changed my mind against this, I feel like hoyo is like “ok they get the vibe between these two we can move on” and the shippers are left to extrapolate how this relationship would go beyond what it is now. As much as I want a breakdown scene for Ratio in general, it probably wouldn’t happen in a while but devs if you are reading this PLEASEEEE.

The only time Ratio ever gets slightly out of his element is with Aventurine but I need it to go further because god it would be interesting.

Well I’ve deemed that enough yapping about why I love Aventio (for now 😈) so let’s talk about why people hate the ship and why most of the reasons behind it a fucking stupid. (Massive disclaimer of course you can dislike it it’s just a lot of the “oh it’s a horrible ship and anyone who likes it sucks” shit isn’t grounded in reality in the slightest and I’m tired of the slander)

“Ratio was racist to Aventurine”

Now this is a spicy one because if this post was made in 2.0 I would 100% agree with you (during that time I shipped a non canon version of them in which that did not happen because how dare u do my boy like that hoyo). However 2.1 changed a lot and I mean a lot, and basically reframed the 2.0 quests for everyone.

Essentially, Ratio and Aventurine were both acting in that argument scene, making the things Ratio said to Aventurine not how he really sees him, and actively something Aventurine wanted him to say, so you cannot blame him for what he said. I’m not even joking or exaggerating, retrospectively it quite literally does not make sense if you view it in any other way, and honestly even with just the knowledge of 2.0 the scene doesn’t make sense if played straight, so let’s get to why.

a) Ratio and Racism do not mix fundamentally. Ratio is a person who believes that everyone deserves and education regardless of background, that it is a scholars duty to help others achieve that, and no matter who you are, you are capable of intelligence, learning and becoming the best version of yourself, and that those qualities are just limited to geniuses.

THIS AND RACISM DO NOT MIX. “Oh yeah education and improvement is possible for everyone except this specific group of people for some fucking reason!!” Like not only would this scene being serious contradict Ratios entire character, the man who believes people should not be judged for their educational background judging Aventurine for his educational background (that’s actually what the Sigonian upbringing line meant, it was mistranslated in the EN version)??!?!! Make it make sense.

Moreover, half this perception also come from the fact that hoyo made the incredible writing decision of naming Aventurines planet after a slur for Romani people, so unfortunately literally anytime its name, Sigonia, is brought up you’re essentially saying a slur. It’s much worse in the CN version, in EN it’s not obvious at all, because our version of the slur (it starts with a g and ends with a y that’s all the hints you’re getting), doesn’t look like the version of the slur that the name for Sigonia was derived from, which is partly the source of this misconception as I’m pretty certain most people assumed Ratio (and by extension Sparkle) said a slur elsewhere in the conversation when in reality them referring to Avens ethnicity/background/planet IS the slur.

Anyways terrible writing decisions aside, Ratio supposedly being racist doesn’t just contradict his core motivation, it contradicts his job. He’s a scholar, for fucks sake, and racism is inherently illogical. Mmm yes I’m gonna base my identity around finding truth for myself and I will believe government and social propaganda about specific groups of people! Very logical, very scholarly, we all clapped.

So yeah, doesn’t make sense on a character level, to the point that in 2.0 I concluded that they must be using Ratio as a plot device in that scene to deliver some of Aven’s backstory to the audience due to how OOC it was for him 😭. However I wasn’t necessarily wrong, Ratio was delivering some of Aventurines backstory to AN audience (not just us), and he was behaving OOC in the 2.0 scene, but it was on purpose.

b) The betrayal plan

Aventurine forms a plan in which him and Ratio pretend to betray one another in order to sneak the Aventurine cornerstone into the dreamscape by replacing it with the Topaz stone (red herring + black hole scene dialogue implies she and Jade are there for other reasons) and the Jade stone (perfect dupe).

Now this betrayal hinges on Sunday, their main antagonist buying it, actually believing that Ratio would betray Aventurine on a mission as important as Penacony, and it requires Sunday also buying that he is winning the whole time, that the loss of the cornerstones was somehow a fumble on Aventurine’s end rather than something he planned all along.

So, they stage the 2.0 conversation. Ratio yells at Aventurine for losing the cornerstones, something which was part of their plan the whole time. He then insults Aventurine’s background allowing Aventurine to reveal key details of his past that Sunday would not have learned otherwise, which he uses in the trial against Aventurine. Seriously, Aventurine only found out he was the last Avgin when he became a Stoneheart, do y’all think Sunday summoned that info with his mind or something during the trial (like do you guys genuinely think Sunday read his wiki or something)

Moreover, Ratio not only insults him, but portrays Aventurine as useless, disposable to the IPC because he is apparently already sentenced to death. Why does he do this? Well, so Sunday feels confident enough to do the same to Aventurine. Seriously, sentencing an IPC member, especially a high ranking one to death is a risky move, even for someone as convicted as Sunday, he would need the confidence to do so and learning Aven might already die would give him that ability.

Because well, it doesn’t matter that much if he’s already going to get disposed of in the near future. I also think the IPC plans to use Aventurine’s “death” as leverage against the family because they were pleased to hear of his death sentence according to Dr. Ratio, meaning a) he likely did not have one from them at the time, although in the past he was sentenced to death and b) even if Aventurine succeeded in getting the cornerstone his seeming loss in the rest of the conversation wasn’t actually a loss at all, getting sentenced to death/“dying” at the very least was part of the plan all along as the IPC could still use it as leverage if things went south.

Continually, Ratio treating Aventurine in the exact same sh1tty way the rest of the galaxy does perfectly slots him into the arrogant, uncaring scholar role, which Sunday knows are some of the most easily manipulated people in the galaxy, considering he tries to bribe Ratio with knowledge about Stellarons it seems he bought this idea hook line and sinker. Sunday isn’t even subtle about it either “I heard you and your companion haven’t been getting along lately” where did he hear that from? Ratio didn’t tell him, and even though we know Sunday was 100% watching the two of them on their little adventure pre-meeting him (the bird and hound statues) that scene hasn’t happened yet so where did he get that from?

Some other interesting proof for it is that the Final Victor lightcone likely depicts Aventurine trying to convince Ratio of this plan of his, the events of which must occur pre-Penacony for several reasons, the least of which being that we just never see it happen on Penacony which if you think it did we would see it. Moreover lightcones are canonically condensed memories and the Final Victor lightcone released in 2.0, meaning it’s the memory of something that happened before then.

All signs point to the 2.0 scene, the one people use to paint Aventio as toxic being staged. And I have so much more evidence for this, (Ratio would never agree to go without a plan, Aven clearly formed his pre-Penaocny, so much of the plan like Ratio opening the cornerstone box, which he can’t do up until the betrayal as it’s in Sundays possession, rely on him arriving knowing how to do so, the time discrepancies, the complete 180 in personality Ratio would have to do to go from distrusting Aventurine to putting his whole faith in him, etc), but I will reupload one of my old slideshows to elaborate more on it. Basically the one thing that people use to say it’s toxic is not true and is in fact a greater show of the trust between those two.

“The shippers are all weird and racist”

Now this one actually has some truth to it because yes there are some incredibly fucking weird Aventio shippers and I do not blame yall for disliking them.

HOWEVER, most Aventio shippers are normal and hate that shit just as much as you guys do. Like do you realize most shippers also really like these characters and have something insane called morals so they don’t automatically excuse racist fujoshi goobers just because they are making content for their favorite ship. Trust me someone doing that pisses me (and most other Aventio shippers) off significantly more than people who hate the ship. Also free Ratio from this shit man poor guy is getting mischaracterized as a slaveowner by his fans and haters 😭

And like guys, have you ever been in a fandom before, like ever? Weirdos are always gonna be weird and it’s not Aventio’s fault they are this months victims. For a fun little example of how gross other fanbases can be, one of the most popular Overwatch ships on ao3 is Genji Shimada X Hanzo Shimada WHO ARE BLOOD RELATED BROTHERS. THERES LIKE 300+ FICS OF IT, SHIMADACEST IS LITERALLY A TAG ON THERE. I WAS IN THE TRENCHES SEARCHING FOR GENJI HANZO ANGST FICS (Hanzo killed Genji it’s complicated doomed siblings will always get me) AND HAVING TO COMB THROUGH THOSE ABOMINATIONS IN THE PROCESS.

Like please I’m relatively new to fandom culture but yall cannot be acting like this is weird for fans to do, it’s weirdo behavior but it is not unique to the HSR fandom or even Aventio. And even if understandably this makes you not like the ship, don’t paint the people who enjoy it as being the people who do this kinda sh1t. It’s not our fault peak gets tainted by miserable creatures ok, let normal ppl have their harmless fun and stop lumping people together into a monolith.

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Well that’s it that’s all the “valid” reasons people have for hating Aventio, at least the ones I can remember. Everything else is just personal opinion and not at all an objective reason.

“They’re so sibling coded!”

Anyways again obviously you can still dislike it not everything is for everyone, I really just wanted to make this post to demonstrate why I and many others like it, and why the reasons people use to say it’s problematic are incorrect. Feel free to call it mid, block it whatever I don’t care, just don’t harass shippers for having some harmless fun, because the characters aren’t real but the people who like them are and in doing so you are really just being a jerk for no reason. If you somehow hate Aventio and read this the whole way through I congratulate you on your ability to actually listen to other people, and regardless of whether you changed your mind or not I respect you for doing so anyways. Thanks for reading and I would love to hear your thoughts.

#Hsr #honkai star rail #dr ratio #aventurine #aventio #raturine #ratiorine #golden ratio #tags for reach bc I need ppl to read this sorry #Also apologies to the Genji/Hanzo shippers for catching strays yall tend to mind your business and tag ur shit #So I can’t blame you that much for it even if I find it gross bc if I don’t wanna see it it’s very easy to not see it #I just wanted to give an example of how the hsr fandom is not unique in its weirdness #Ppl are horrible at tagging shit in this fandom #The next time I read an Aventio fic w surprise dubcon I’m gonna die #Anyways I hope you enjoyed reading bc this was sm fun to write #Aventio is peak we all cheered #aventurine hsr #dr ratio hsr

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The Bats & the Bees - A Jinx & Silco Piece

Silco gives twelve-year-old Jinx The Talk

tw: disturbing Undercity environments

tw: messed-up parent-child dynamics

tw: implications of sexual assault and kidnapping

tw: gore

tw: black humor

"If it's a choice between a hard man and a rock, always pick the rock."

"Sometimes, child, life is hard - and so are men. The two often go hand in hand. So, let me impart to you one of my favorite philosophies: if it's a choice between a hard man and a rock, always pick the rock."

"What?"

"There's a combination code, Jinx. One for dealing with a hard man. If you can't find a rock, these are the next best things: your fists, your knees, and your teeth. If you have all three, then you can handle most of life's problems."

"You mean like a fight? You've already taught me how to fight. I thought this was about fu-"

"Do not use that word. It's crass and undignified."

"But that's what this talk's about, right? The bats and the bees? S-e-x? Why're we talking about rocks?"

"We're not talking about sex. We're talking about power."

"Isn't it the same thing?"

"Not exactly. Let's consider a scenario. A man comes to the Last Drop for a bit of fun. Maybe he's just there to relax, have a drink, and watch the girls dance. That's no issue. As a paying customer, he is entitled. But what if he's looking for more?"

"What if he wants to fuck?"

"Language. What if he's looking for trouble?"

"Well, I guess he should go next door to Babette's."

"Perhaps. But some men don't care what the venue is. They want what they want. And that's where three rules come in."

"O-kaaaay?"

"First, always know where the exits are, and which ones are closest."

"And second?"

"Never sit with your back to the door."

"I always sit like that when I'm watching the dancers."

"I've noticed."

"Is that bad?"

"It's unwise. Most of the time, you should be in a position to see someone entering before they even spot you."

"What about the third?"

"Third, never give anyone the chance to put a hand on you. It's a slippery slope. The first time, they'll put an arm around your shoulders. The second time, they'll rub a thigh. By the third time, they'll be venturing to bolder places. By then, you're halfway down the road to regret."

"That seems like a lot of work, Silco. Can't I just tell 'em I'm not interested?"

"Men like that rarely listen. You have to show them."

"Show 'em how?"

"There are a few ways. First, and most obvious, tell them to get lost. You can use as much or as little language as you need. But be loud. Make sure your voice carries. Make a scene, if need be. Men are natural opportunists, but most are cowards. They will walk away. A handful won't. And that's when the combination code comes in handy."

"Fists, knees, and teeth."

"Exactly. You can do a lot of damage with a well-placed blow. But if you're smart, you can escape the situation before it escalates to that point. Just remember: once a fight has started, it is never over until your opponent is on the ground. Don't stop hitting until he stays down. Understand?"

"Yes, Silco."

"Good. Now one last rule."

"Ughhhhh. What?"

"Suppose there's a man sitting at the bar, nursing his drink and watching the girls dance. He's smiling and friendly, and doesn't seem like trouble. He offers to buy you a drink, but you tell him you're only twelve. He says there's no harm in one glass. He's polite about it. He just wants to talk, he says. Especially with younger girls. They're so bright and full of life. You nod and smile. He buys you a drink. You chitchat. And that's the end of it. Right?"

"Guess so."

"Wrong. If someone uses that line on you, smash the bottle over his head."

"Um…"

"Men who chat up younger girls don't stay on the surface. With every word, they're sinking their hooks and reeling you in. The longer you stay in their company, the farther down the depths you'll be."

"Pffft. They can't make me do anything."

"On the contrary. They'll start with smiles and compliments. You're pretty, or clever, or interesting. Then they'll make up stories about themselves. How rich they are. How clever. How important. Soon, they'll be asking questions. Where do you live? When's your father getting home? They'll keep talking until you're drowning in their words. Then, they'll ask if you'd like to go someplace special. That's the moment to run. Because the 'someplace special' is usually where they've taken dozens of other girls. None of whom ever came back."

"What - like a serial killer?!"

"Not quite that extreme. More like a trafficker. Maybe a pimp. Either way, it's not a nice place. Never let them lure you there."

"But what if I can't run? If I'm already trapped and I can't get away?"

"That's the trickiest situation. There is a last resort. Not fists, knees, and teeth. It's riskier. You must do it correctly or it won't work."

"Tell me, please!"

"It's a kiss."

"Huh?"

"The last resort is a kiss."

"I thought I wasn't having sex with these guys."

"You're not. This is a fake kiss. A trap."

"Like, I pretend to kiss them? Then I punch them?"

"No. The trick is that you kiss them. Really kiss them. Except it's not a kiss."

"I'm confused, Silco."

"Imagine the man you're with. He's been telling you about all the wonderful things he can give you. He's smiling and laughing, and his hand has found your shoulder. Maybe even your neck. He's leaning close. You're frightened and confused. The best time to strike is when he thinks he's won."

"When his guard is down."

"Exactly. Now, let's say he has his lips just inches from yours. His breath is on your skin. You're uncomfortable, but prepared to strike back. So you kiss him. Only it's not a kiss. You're opening your mouth. Not to take his tongue - but take it off."

"Wait, what?"

"Once you have the man's tongue between your teeth, bite down. Lock your jaw. Whip your head up, then snap it down. You're not kissing. You're yanking. Eight out of ten times, you'll rip his tongue out of his mouth."

"Ewwwwww!"

"It's messy. But effective. It will hurt him terribly. But the real magic is what happens next."

"What? Does his head explode?"

"No, child. That only happens in comic books. In reality, when you've ripped a man's tongue out, the blood bubbles up instantly. Depending on how big a chunk is gone, he begins choking. As he spits blood and tries to breathe, you have the perfect opportunity to break his nose and blind him with a thumb jab to the eye. Then you run."

"To you?"

"Yes, child. If you need help, find me. I will always be there. I promise. But first, run. As fast as you can. Find some place crowded and stay there until the crew arrive. I'll find you and we'll finish the job together."

"So this is the plan?"

"It's one of them. It's not pretty, and it's not safe. But it is the best option I can give you."

"Um…thanks, I guess?"

"One more thing, Jinx. Remember this, always. You are under no obligation to give yourself to anyone. Not ever. Do not trade your body for love or approval. It is not worth the price."

"Silco..."

"Yes?"

"What's this have to do with sex?"

"You'll understand when you're older."

"I hate it when you say that."

"I'm sorry, child. That's just the way things are. Come here. I have a present for you."

"Woo-hoo!"

"You're going to like this."

"Is it a monkey? It's a monkey, isn't it?!"

"It's better. Here, look. This is military-grade mace. It was used by riot police on the Day of Ash. It's got a little spray can that shoots a mist of chemicals. It will cause temporary blindness."

"Oooh! Cool! Where do I aim it?"

"Eyes and mouth."

"Can I paint a picture of a skull on it?"

"Go ahead. I hope you never need to use it."

"Oh, I won't. I'd shoot 'em first."

"There's my girl. Happy birthday, Jinx."

♥☠︎︎♥

#silco #arcane silco #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane jinx #jinx #silco and jinx #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Hello everyone, today I'll do something never before seen on the flames and darkness liveblog which is read TWO chapters!! Idk man, i havent been able to read more than one chapter at a time recently because this book suddenly turned into such a slog to get through, although granted that might also just be my mental illness making it more difficult. whatever, i'll be in treatment for that next week

Anyway, today I'll be reading chapter 44 which is the star fall chapter, and chapter 45 which is. a chapter. Knowing this book series nothing of note is gonna happen in that one but that wont stop me from reading it

Chapter 44

Okay, theyre mentioning Feyre not looking so emancipated amymore and it made me remember all the weird weight shit from the start of this book. Like, she was losing weight because she was throwing up all the time and then not eating a lot and everyone was constantly remarking on that and it was unbelievably uncomfortable, but then when Feyre officially joined the night court and everyone immediately stopped talking about it, it almost feels a little manipulative, if that makes sense. Like, this book is ostensibly about Feyres healing journey but the Night Court cannot, under any circumstances, have anything negative associated with it so her trauma basically just disappears so we dont have to see the unpleasant parts of her recovery, she has one (1) nightmare after she starts living there permanently, one (1) moment where she feels too depressed to leave the bed and a few moment where she acts out but then immediately feels bad for it every time

Ughhhhh Feyre is wearing a dress for this which is really frustrating but you guys already know how I feel about that so shant go into that much more detail on this

I swear Im not just saying this to be a hater, Feyres dress sounds so tacky too

yoooooooo is Cassian implying he'd like to wear a tacky ass dress too??

and yet hes just wearing a BLACK TUNIC bro Feyre is literally covered in diamonds from head to toe so she can look like a shooting star or whatever and Cassian doesnt even have the decency to wear a black tunic that glitters or something?? Or hell, maybe even a red tunic to match his siphons, idk, give me SOMETHING im gonna tear my fucking hair out

Feyre is wondering about the IC being her friends and its like, girlie theyre barely even each others friends and youve known each other for maybe half a year to their 500 years

Feyre is describing Azriel hungrily staring at Mor's ass and it reminded me of that one bonus chapter Ive seen discussions about where he's really horny about Elain in a way thats pretty uncomfortable, and a lot of ex-Elriels say that it made them stop liking the idea of the ship because thats when they realized that SJM was just gonna mutilate both of their characters for the sake of smut, but honestly I dont think she would even need to mutilate Az that much

I could not give less of a shit about the Mor/Cassian/Azriel drama but I have to admit its kinda funny reading about Feyre speculating so much about Mor's relationships knowing shes gonna turn out to be interested in women

Mor says that Rhysand was very upset after she had sex with Cassian and beat him up as hard as he could (#incest) but she says he wasnt upset because of her virginity but because of the danger she put herself in by losing it, which is like, first of all that seems like splitting hairs, he was still upset that she lost her virginity even though that was none of his business. And second of all, I think it would actually make sense for him to have the kind of archaic sexist beliefs that would make Mor losing her virginity upsetting to him, considering he was also 17 when that happened just like Mor and Im guessing there wasnt anyone around to teach him feminism. or maybe hes so feminist he came out of the womb believing in womens rights and didnt need to be taught anything

god, the inner circle dynamics are so comically fucked up I have no idea how they can stand being around each other

Again, Im not much of a Feylin girlie but "Your hair looks... clean." >>>>>>>>>>>>>> "You look like a women again." (???? whats thag even supposed to mean)

So Rhysand is not wearing a black tunic, but he is wearing wearing a black jacket which is equally disappointing. atleast he has his tits out i guess

Rhysand was gone for 50 years and yet his best friends are not spending any time with him at their first party together since theyve been seperated, thats what i call friendship goals

Yeah, I guess its kinda sad that Rhys missed out on important holiday that meant a lot to him while undr the mountain but you know who else had to do that? Literally everyone that wasnt from the spring court

So he doesnt wanna tell his friends, who are by all accounts doing alright because theyve spent the past few decades trapped in a beautiful idyllic city, about his trauma but hes perfectly fine traumadumping on a twenty year old woman who just started to recover from her own trauma

Maybe Im just in a bad mood but this bullshit where theyre getting covered in star spirits or whatever feels so joyless to me, like its not whimsical or fun to me

Okay so, Ive heard about Rhysand calling Feyre exquisite and it made me cringe just thinking about it, but it looks like theyve translated that to him calling her 'herrlich' which means the exact same thing but it sounds a lot less weird and bad. once again, thank you, Alexandra

Feyre really just said "You regret sexually assaulting me? But why?" huh

Chapter 45:

Okay, thats the end of the chapter but theres two more things that kinda annoyed me that I didnt feel the need to mention as I was reading. 1) Feyre kept going on and on aboht Rhysand being her friend, it felt so insincere, its like sjm say a post online right before she started writing this chapter that was like "in the best relationships, your partner isnt just your partner but also your best friend" and decided to put that sentiment in her book, and 2) I felt like there were so many moments towards the end of that chapter where Feyre is like "oh, ive never felt this way with anyone" and its very obviously alluding to how she didnt love Tamlin as much as she does Rhysand now, and it was just very strange to read, like Tamlin was haunting the narrative even though hes not even dead yet

Uhm. so i got really tired all of a sudden so I took a nap at this point and read some gay vampire fanfic to rejunivate myself and now Im ready for whatever happens in the next chapter

"I was a traitor. [...] Even though I oficially left Tamlin - it was only two months ago, after all. By Fae standards that was probably barely more than a day." Oh yeah, i havent been keeping track of the time thanks for reminding me that this story about immortals is moving at a breakneck pace for no goddamn reason. But also, as an author trying to write a grand long-lasting romance, why would you write this. I know Feysand are gonna get married at the end of book and now when I get to that point Im not gonna be thinking "wowwww such romance" Im gonna be thinking "damn these bozos did the fae equivalent of getting eloped in vegas after knowing each other for barely a week"

Oh, men of all ages are training at this camp? would you say some of them are. child-aged

Feyre is being all "its so cold here, im freezing in my illyrian leathers I cant imagine a child with no clothes surviving here for a single day, much less eight years" (referring to Cassian) and yet she doesnt spare a single thought to all the children who have to be at this camp as well because this is the camp that the batboys grew up in, its not like this is a different kind of camp where they dont train children

God I hate Feyre thinking about how fuckin powerful the batboys are especially because its like, Rhysand is literally their high lord, he already holds so much power over the guys running this camp we dont need a reminder that he could easily crush their minds or that his goons need more syphons to contain the totality of their power or whatever

I get that these guys are like, shitty misogynists or whatever, but I dont think Rhys throwing them out of the house they live in is some #boyboss move hes just being an asshole

Rhysand would never want to lock Feyre in a house for protection, but he does want to decapitate anyone who lays a hand on her which is soooooo much better

Rhysand keeps calling the.... "females" of this camp "girls" which implies one of two things: 1) hes talking about adult women, hes just calling them girls, which is not very feminist of our feminist king, or 2) hes talking about actual girls aka children which. thank god for our feminist king having equal-opportunity child soldiers

Its actually kind of surreal how theyre at the camp where the batboys spent their CHILDhoods and Feyre keeps talking about what it mustve been like for Cassian while the narrative is actively avoiding talking about children being at the camp at this present moment while also not outright stating "there are no kids here at this present moment"

"'[The clipping of the wings is] to ensure the safety of their women, they said.'" this reminds me of something @/kateprincessofbluewhales said in regards to Rhysand forcing illyrian women to train but not doing anything else to advance their rights, which is that the wing clipping mightve started as a way for men to help women dodge the 'draft' that seems to be mandatory for all healthy illyrians. I dont really have anything else to say about that, it just popped into my head and i thought it was interesting

Rhysand is talking about how at some of the camps, women are declared anti-marriage material if they train and how he cant do anything about that and its like, even if these women are not officially declared unmarriable or whatever, the misogynistic men that make up these camps are probably not gonna wanna marry a women who trains, so what difference does that really make

Also, he says the only thing he could do about 'laws' like that is to murder the warlords and take their children/trainees? under his wing and I guess he thinks he would have to do that for every camp that does that but honestly, I think just doing it once or twice would send a powerful enough message to discourage other warlords from being misogynistic. And he wouldnt have to raise all these children all by himself either, Im sure he could get the help of a few non-sexist men or even, gasp, some women. Like those priestesses living in that library Im sure some of the ones that have already recovered from their trauma somewhat wouldnt mind teaching some boys about the harm that misogyny does

Okay so the blood rite is called a Blutritual [blood ritual] in german which is a little confusing because a ritual is a pretty specific thing and I dont think the blood rite is that specific thing but whatever, it sounds cool enough

Ive said this before, I am not a Tamlin girlie, at best I prefer him to Rhysand, and I dont like or trust Rhysand at all, but imagine hearing that tragic story about how their families killed each other, leaving them as the only survivors and being like "I cant believe Tamlin killed Rhysands family!!" especially when its like, the only person Feyre actually knows Tamlin killed is Rhysands dad who sucked ass, its not exactly a great loss

I feel like i had a lot of thoughts about a lot of things in this chapter that I couldnt write down because theyre these abstract half-thoughts, so I think I'll let those marinate until theyre full thoughts and share them with you at some later date

#anti acotar #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti acomaf #flames and darkness liveblog

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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Marauders as conversations I've had with my three brothers.

~~~♤~~~

*playing mario party*

Sirius: What even is birdo?

Remus: Are you kidding me?

Sirius: No... What it's like a- it's like a duck, right?

James: *laughing and spitting out soda* A duck?

~~~♤~~~

Peter: Can somebody please give me some sugar, I'm going to like pass out.

James: *walking towards him with stretched arms* Okay, c'mere bro, I'll give you some sugar.

Peter: *running away screaming*

Sirius: *watching the chaos* Who even says 'give me some sugar' anymore?

Remus: Fuck if I know man, I just live here.

~~~♤~~~

James: We have a lot of weird conversations in the car

Sirius: I guess, idk they seem normal to me.

James: Pads, you literally just told me you would torture zombies into submission in an apocalypse...

Sirius: ... okay maybe you're right.

James: We should have more serious conversations like... like our taxes or something.

Sirius: If I ever talk to you about my taxes just fucking shoot me.

~~~♤~~~

James: I just built an entire working community complete with a hospital and a grocery store in minecraft.

Sirius: Oh yeah? I just put on knee high socks without rolling them up first.

James: *sighing* fuck you got me there, man.

Remus: *staring at them both in disappointment* I cannot believe I live with you two.

~~~♤~~~

*in the car blasting 'I Want It That Way' by the Backstreet Boys*

James: *singing horribly* YOU ARE... MY FIRE

Sirius: *literally just screeches* THE ONE... DESIREEEE

Peter: *absolute war-cry* BELIEVE... WHEN I SAY-

All three of them: *whales are terrified across the globe* I WANT IT THAAAT WAYYYY

Remus: *curled up in the backseat trying to read* What is my life?

~~~♤~~~

*playing minecraft*

James: YOU FUCKING BLEW UP MY HOUSE YOU DICKBAG!

Sirius: I'M LITERALLY TELLING YOU IT WASN'T ME!!

Peter: *shaking in creeper magnet* What if we all just have some chips guys??

~~~♤~~~

*texting*

Sirius: Can u plz get me diet soda while ur @ the store

Remus: No.

Sirius: Plz, im dying, i rlly need drinks

Remus: Text me properly and maybe I'll consider it.

Sirius: ughhhhh nvm ill ask james

~~~♤~~~

Sirius: That basketball game was so much fun, dude, we got some free stuff!!

Remus: How'd you get those?

Peter: *sighing* He stole them off of a table and ran away.

Sirius: *nodding* We also got taco bell :)

Remus: You know what, remind me not to ask next time.

~~~♤~~~

*Peter and Remus prepping a meal*

Sirius: You ever wonder if fruit can feel things?

James: *not looking up from his phone* They can.

Peter: *Horrified*

Remus: Well, there goes my help for the fruit salad.

~~~♤~~~

Remus: I really just want to go home and drink tea and read my book, not gonna lie.

James: You are such a nerd.

Peter: Says the guy with like 400 Pokémon cards.

James: *gasping* Those are collectors items, leave them out of this.

~~~♤~~~

James: These are my brothers, Peter and Remus.

Sirius: *offended*

James: *quietly* I try not to introduce you if I can help it, it scares people off.

~~~♤~~~

James: *walking through the door* Hey guys, I'm back!

Sirius: *screaming at Peter to turn off the smoke detector*

Peter: *literally trying to put out a fire*

Fire: *is from a microwaved ramen with no water in it*

The entire house: *smoking and smells like radioactive styrofoam*

Remus: *lying face down on the couch low-key sobbing while listening to spotify*

James: *turning back around* You know, one of these days I'll come home to a normal household.

James: Maybe you'll all be dead, but it'll be normal.

~~~♤~~~

#its me im remus #marauders as conversations with my brothers #marauders as things my friends have said #incorrect marauders quotes #the one i used for peter is type one diabetic so its funnier #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #dont judge us we're happy being weird #we also play a lot of minecraft #incorrect quotes #we also curse a lot im sorry

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twinkinspector · 2 years

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❥ author’s note: this has been in my drafts for way too long and i NEED to post it

❥ pairing: kaminari denki x fem!reader

❥ summary: you only came to this party for him. so when he suggests you hide away from the crowd, you have no choice but to accept.

❥ word count: 2.9k

❥ warnings: oral (m and f receiving), alcohol, parties, weed, “pretty girl”

❥ as always, i love interacting so feel free to rb and leave me some tags/comments/asks! oh, and here’s my masterlist! luv u, kiss kiss

“hey, y/n!” denki calls. his face lights up when his eyes find you in the dimly lit room. “i never see you at these parties!” he shoulders his way through a group of particularly drunk college students to get over to you. “yeah,” you respond, smiling back at him a bit. “it’s just not my scene.” you look around at the christmas lights strung up around the dark room, the stolen street signs and flags pinned up on the walls.

he was right. you didn’t often come to house parties filled with people you actually know. you usually marched yourself across campus to a different frat house each weekend. you preferred the anonymity anyway. “what changed?” he asks, pulling a joint from behind his ear and pressing it to his lips. he lights it and takes a deep drag, closing his eyes.

“just finished a tough few weeks of class and wanted to let loose a little, i guess,” you say, taking a sip of the fruity drink in your plastic cup. the truth is you heard denki would be there and wanted the chance to see him outside class. even if it meant braving a party where you weren’t completely unknown.

he exhales, blowing smoke off to the side. “well…” he says, getting closer to your ear so he can lower his voice. “i’m really glad you’re here.” you feel his breath on the shell of your ear and butterflies stir in your stomach. he offers you the joint and you accept, smiling sweetly at him. “thanks,” you say. you bring it up to your mouth and inhale deeply.

“ughhhhh, that was quick,” denki groans, his eyes trained on someone behind you. “people think i’m giving out weed.” the annoyance was evident in his voice, even over the pounding bass of the party. as if on cue, a guy with dark hair and a shit-eating grin saunters up behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

he looks at you expectantly, flicking his eyes to denki every so often. “go ahead,” the blonde says to you. you pass the joint to the dark-haired guy who must be friends with denki, you think. “dopeeeee,” he says happily, grinning. “just one hit, bro. i mean it,” warns denki, watching him carefully. “you always do this.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever,” the brunette rolls his eyes. “this is my party anyway,” he grins. “sero, y/n. y/n, sero,” denki says, gesturing between the two of you. “i like her already. it didn’t take her very long to pass me the joint,” sero says with a smirk. he takes another hit, laughing as he exhales the smoke. “that’s enough, man,” denki says pointedly, snatching the joint back. “i thought you were about to leave anyway,” he says to sero, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, yeah, i was. but i wanted to grab a hit from you first. you always have the best shit,” sero says, somewhat distracted. “hell yeah i do,” denki grins. he pulls the joint back up to his lips, the lit tip brightening as he inhales.

“well, thanks. i’m out, man.” sero starts to walk away. “see ya,” he calls, saluting as he disappears into the crowd and out the front door. you flick your eyes back to denki. “do you want to smoke a little more?” he asks, talking directly into your ear again. “we can hide in sero’s room. if we smoke out here, people are gonna keep trying to steal my shit. sero’s roommates always do,” he laughs.

“are you trying to get me alone?” you joke, reaching out to lay your hand on his chest. you can tell his body is toned, even under his dark shirt. “what if i am?” he laughs. “would that be so bad?” he growls into your ear. he puts his hand on your waist, rubbing circles with his thumb. “i’m tired of this party anyway.” you look around.

the party is still in full swing. it’s only 12:30, after all. people are still crowded around the kitchen table, throwing little ping-pong balls into plastic cups. people were still arriving every so often, the whole crowd looking up to cheer when it was someone they knew.

“alright, alright,” you agree and he grins. “i’m a little tired of it too,” you say, grabbing his hand. that was a lie, of course. but your goal wasn’t really to enjoy the party... it was to enjoy him. “lead the way,” you smile. he pulls your hand up to his lips and gives it a dramatic kiss before leading you through the crowd of sweaty, drunken bodies.

you turn the corner and go down the stairs to an empty-looking hallway with a door on each end. denki opens closest one, a door with a big “s” on it. looking around, he slips inside, pulling you with him. as he flicks the lightswitch to reveal an empty, well-lit bedroom, you both take a deep breath of the cool, uncrowded air. you can still hear the rhythmic thumping of the bass, but it’s so much quieter now.

taking a few steps, you flop down to sit on the bed. denki pulls the joint from behind his ear again and quickly locks the door. you quirk an eyebrow and smirk. “just in case,” he mumbles, gesturing to the joint. you chuckle. he’s really so cute. he relights it, pops it between his lips, walking over to you. when he exhales, you stick your face in the smoke, giggling.

“oh, did you want some?” he jokes, flopping down next to you. he takes another puff and blows a more focused stream in your direction. you lean in to swallow the smoke, shotgunning it from him. you’re so close that it would take barely anything to brush your lips across his and kiss him—

all of a sudden, your lips crash together, denki’s slender hand against the back of your head, guiding you into the warm kiss. you gasp a little into his mouth, not expecting the bold move. he pulls back. “is this okay?” he looks into your eyes.

“more than okay,” you smile. you lean back in and kiss him deeper, pushing your bodies together. you both let out a moan, exhaling the breaths you were holding. his tongue swipes across your lips, feeling how smooth and plush they are.

you quickly let him in, sliding your tongue around his. you slide your hands up his loose black shirt, feeling his lean body. “mmph,” he grunts, trying to get your attention. you pull away, confused. “we need to finish this,” he says, presenting the j he’s been holding. “i think i’ll be needing a free hand,” he grins. “ladies first.”

you accept it and take a few puffs, trying to slow your heartbeat. you throw your head back, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. handing it back to him, you look around the fairly plain-looking room. “that guy from earlier… sero. this is his room?” you ask.

“yeah,” denki replies between drags. he puffs a little smoke out of his nose. “i mean, he technically lives here. but he stays with his girl most of the time. he’s only really here when he throws parties. so the room is usually free.” he hands you the joint and grins. “he’s staying there tonight. he already told me.”

you take a few more puffs and feel the weed really starting to hit you, your extremities getting heavier and lighter at the same time. “you were planning on bringing a girl down here then, huh?” you tease, licking your lips and raising an eyebrow.

“it never hurts to be prepared, okay?” denki brings his hands up in defense, chuckling. “i didn’t really expect to take advantage of the free room, though,” he looks at you pointedly. you get up and walk to the attached bathroom, flicking the roach into the sink.

you’re feeling uncharacteristically confident. maybe it’s the weed. maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe it’s the beautiful man alone with you, the obvious tent in his jeans getting bigger by the second.

you turn to look at him. his eyes are getting red. the tension in the room is thick, the air between you absolutely buzzing. he wants you, you can feel it. he licks his lips and smiles at you, feline eyes trained on your body, almost like a predator. you walk back over to him and kneel in front of him, putting your hands on his knees.

you look up at him through your lashes, giving him the best doe eyes you can. “how are you feeling?” you ask. you know the answer. you can see his dick getting harder through his tight pants. “i feel great,” he drawls, smiling down at you. “i’m just glad to be away from everyone.”

“oh? why is that?” you ask, feigning innocence. you slowly slide your hands up his thighs until you reach his growing bulge. “didn’t want all those people to see how hard you are for me?” you put your palm over his clothed cock, the warmth making him groan. “that must be it…” you muse, looking down at his lap.

you lick your lips. it’s like a present, all wrapped up just for you. you move your hands to his waistband, undoing his button and zipper. you give an experimental tug downward, looking up at him for permission. he lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants, leaving him in his underwear. you reach down the front, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out.

“so fucking pretty…” you mumble, leaning down to kiss the head. you run your lips down his length, how smooth and soft the skin feels even though he’s painfully hard. in general, denki’s a rather lanky guy. so it’s no surprise he’s got a big, long cock. what’s impressive isn’t the girth, it’s the length. you just know you’ll feel him all the way in your throat as he fucks you.

“i bet it tastes even better than it looks” you breathe, dipping your face down to run your lips lightly down his shaft. you open your mouth and suck him in, savoring the fullness. you moan and hum around him as you bob your head up and down. he tastes so fucking good. you wiggle your tongue on the underside of his shaft, trying to give him more stimulation as he starts to fuck into your mouth.

and you let him. you let him hit the back of your throat over and over, relaxing your jaw to let him use your mouth. he threads his long fingers through your hair, moving you at his pace as you drool all over his lap.

putting your hands on his hips, you hold him still, as if to tell him to stop thrusting. you take his length into your mouth as far as you can, the tip poking the smooth wall of the back of your throat. and you just hold it there, looking up at him with big eyes, tears welling up and getting caught in your lashes.

“ffffuckkkk,” he throws his head back, feeling your throat clench around him as you start to choke on his cock. he takes a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to thrust and fuck your throat and fill your mouth up with his hot cum.

he pulls you off by your hair and you whine at how empty your mouth feels. “i’m not gonna last if you do that,” he says, pulling you up to your feet. “let me see your tits. been teasing me with them all night.” you obey, pulling your shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. left in just your bra, you push your breasts up and together, the fat spilling out of the cups.

“fuck, yes, look at those,” denki breathes, reaching his hands out to grab one. “so perfect,” he groans, finding your nipple with his thumb. with his other hand, he reaches around the back to undo the clasp and lets the garment fall to the floor. he takes your other breast in his other hand, rubbing gentle circles on both nipples with his thumbs. he pushes his face into your chest, kissing the stretch of skin between your perfect tits, looking up at you.

the feeling and the look in his eyes have you moaning and warmth pooling in your core even more than it was already. you slowly turn and sit down on the bed, laying back. denki follows, positioning himself between your legs. he hikes your skirt up past your hips, eyes hungrily devouring the wet fabric of your panties. he hooks a finger in the crotch and pulls them to the side, licking his lips when he sees your pretty little pussy.

he groans, thinking about how good you’re going to taste. he dips his head between your plush thighs, fingers grabbing at your ass for purchase, and gives your slit a teasing kiss. “this is all for me?” he grins up at you.

“yes, kami,” you mewl. “i’m so fucking wet for you.” he attaches his lips to your drooling pussy, his tongue tracing your slit. you shudder, and you feel him smile against you, obviously pleased he can make you react like that. you thread your fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer, trying to urge him to stop teasing you. he takes one of your lower lips into his mouth, sucking and running his teeth gently along it.

tracing your slit with a long, slender finger, he gathers up all the slick that’s pooled so far. he sticks one finger inside your aching core, curling it and watching your face for a reaction. “fucking finally,” you breathe, grinding your hips for more. grinning, denki brings his face back down to your pussy and sticks his tongue between your folds, dragging it lazily across your clit.

“kami, please,” you whine. “i’ve been waiting for this all night.” and it’s true. you only came to this party on the off chance you’d see his gorgeous amber eyes lust-clouded and looking up at you from between your thighs. “wanna take my time with you, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “wanna watch you beg for it.” and that has your pussy clenching around the single digit he has inside you.

he brings his lips back up to your erect nipples, flicking the pad of a finger back and forth over one as he finally adds a second finger to your aching cunt. “fuck,” he breathes. “clenching so fucking hard on me.” he grins, speeding up the pace at which he fucks you with his fingers. “are you about to cum all over my hand?”

“mm-hmm,” you whine, reaching down to play with your clit, desperate to chase your release. the second you touch it, denki pulls his fingers out of you and releases your nipple. “ah-ah,” he teases. “i said i wanted to take my time with you tonight.”

all you can do is whine at him. still almost fully clothed. teasing you so hard. making you want him so bad. “kami, i want you to make me cum so badly. please,” you whine, squirming to create some friction somewhere.

you look so desperate like this. so drunk on him. he does want to take his time, but he wants to make you cum all over his face more. “hmmm...” he pretends to think. “you even said please. and how could i deny such a pretty, polite girl?” he coos.

he lowers his warm mouth to your slit, breathing on your pulsing cunt. he licks from the bottom to the top, pausing to thrust his tongue between your lips when he gets to your clit. you can’t help your back snapping into an arch at the contact. you feel him grin against your core as he starts flicking your little bud with his tongue. he watches you from between your legs, almost fox-like, watching his prey as he increases his pace.

your pussy clenches around nothing. you need something to fill you up so badly. “kami! need you inside,” you huff. he stuffs three fingers into your pussy, your squelching the only sound against the thump of the bass upstairs and your desperate moans.

finally, something to give you some friction where you needed it. you squeeze around his fingers, his skin catching and massaging your inner walls just right. he only stops his assault on your clit to growl “cum for me, cum right in my mouth,” before diving back in.

the sight of him so intent on getting you off pushes you over the edge. you feel the familiar tingles in your belly build to a fever pitch until you’re cumming, contracting and squeezing and moaning his name.

denki slips his fingers out of your spasming pussy to thrust his tongue inside, letting your walls envelope him. he stays like that, letting you ride out your high on his tongue until your orgasm dies down.

after you still, he gently starts to swirl his tongue around, cleaning up your arousal. he slurps and hums into you, savoring the way you taste. “i love the way you taste, but i bet you’d feel better on my cock,” he growls.

he kisses a trail up your tummy, making sure to take each nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue, then up your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck and sucking until you’re marked.

#not really my scene #smut #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #kaminari smut

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Speaking to more of the thralls on the Szarr palace lower level:

Narrator: The woman's eyes are alert, verging on manic, as she bustles about.

"Everything's gotta be right for the master! Everything's gotta be perfect!"

NGL I wish I could muster the same level of enthusiasm for cleaning that these people have (though ideally without being a vampire thrall I guess).

More room exploring!

Walking down the corridor to what seems like the last downstairs room, another one flickers into existence next to it.

Ughhhhh.

Hector was already fucking appalled by Cazador simply based on the stories Astarion has told him in the past, but seeing this place in person is making him far more so. That bastard is NOT surviving the night if Hector has anything to say about it.

I wonder if the kennel is meant to be the place where Astarion talked about having been shut into solitary for a year straight. :/

It's a roughly 20x20 stone room with a bunch of bedrolls laid across the floor. "Prime spot for an ambush," Jaheira mutters as we walk in, her perception pinging off of this not-very-subtle ambusher in the corner.

We get to talk to him, presumably because we noticed him before he attacked. Judging by the dialogue he's supposed to be a LITTLE more subtle than this.

"I know you're there, Godey. Stop skulking and show yourself."

The skeleton creeps from the shadows; despite the immobility of the skull, it seems to smirk in Astarion's direction. "You always were sharp, little one," it hisses. "Sharp enough to cut yourself."

"It's taking everything I have not to grind your rotten carcass to dust," Astarion growls. Hector isn't sure he's ever seen the elf this cold.

"Don't be mad at Godey, child," the skeleton says; its voice is gravelly, like the rubbing of its bones together. "I only did my job. Only kept you in line..."

"You tortured us!" Astarion shoots back. "For days at a time!"

"Oh, yes-- and you sang so sweetly for me," purrs the skeleton. "None of the others screamed like you did." It tilts his head slowly to look towards Hector. "But you're home now... and you brought me a treat, eh? A new friend for Godey?"

Hector has heard more than enough. This creature is a torturer, and Astarion is practically vibrating with rage; Hector means to let Astarion call the shots here where he can, so he doesn't actually lash out - but his fury on his friend's behalf is obvious as he speaks.

[INTIMIDATION] "Lay a hand on me and lose it, bones," he snaps.

"Not very nice," the skeleton groans, leaning a little away out of Hector's reach. "Not very friendly..." It glares at Astarion out of its empty-socket eyes. "Why are you here, then, little one? If not to see Godey."

Astarion's remembered fear and current rage have overcome any sense of subtlety now, and his lips curl in a cold smile. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to kill Cazador."

"How DARE you!" the skeleton squeals, recoiling. "As if you could lay a finger on the master, you ungrateful little brat!" It raises its heavy sword in both hands. "Godey will not let you get away with blasphemy. Godey will see you punished!"

-----

Hector can't help a faint, sardonic grin as he lifts his fists and steps to Astarion's side. "What happened to cunning and guile?" he asks in a dry undertone.

"Oh, shut up," Astarion says irritably, "and help me crush this little pest."

"With pleasure."

-----

This fight was actually hysterical, because Godey's immediate strategy was to back out of the room and summon the other thralls for help - except he was standing directly next to Jaheira, Karlach, and Astarion, and they all landed AOOs on him one after the other. I had to check the combat log to see what happened because it looked like he just evaporated.

LOL. Get fucked. That's what happens when you talk about torturing Astarion in front of his friends.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #gonna leave it there for tonight - will take on cazador tomorrow most likely :D

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heidiamalia · 9 days

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2 + 17 for the fic ask meme :)

okay so for some reason as tumblr does i guess i just never got notified you sent me something for this AHH

okay here goes -

2/ a fic you’ve re-read several times

oooooh gosh gotta run it back to my og's like an honorable mention because this one was one of those core memories, but beyond this point the series itself is just ash in my mouth.

the fallout by everythursday

Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

i was lucky to download it when we still had access to the sacred texts [rip H&V] - but i'm sure ao3's got some orphan account with the numbers out there if ever the interest arose.

313k of war and smut and figuring shit out and it absolutely changed my life.

as a bonus to this question because now i feel bad its not a solid rec -

His Name is Stede - mercess [@spaceshipkat]

Ed never planned to see Stede Bonnet again, but after he learns Stede has been captured and is on his way to a short drop and a sudden stop, Ed declares no one gets to kill Stede but Ed himself. If that doesn't go as planned, well, Stede is far more wily than many give him credit for.

Or perhaps Ed is just a lying liar who lies.

-----

Ed’s breath caught, like a fist closing around his throat, at the sight of Stede there in the brig, wringing his hands and squinting through the shadows. He looked tired and weak, more like the sickly version of himself Ed had first met after he was cut free of the noose aboard the Spanish ship.

Most unfairly of all, he was still the most beautiful man Ed had ever seen.

if ever at all i can convince a person to witness [or endure, i know who you are, no pressure] this show, this would be the fic to have you be like whoah, okay, maybe. a post-s1 where i gasped when appropriate and shouted when i probably shouldnt have [3am rereads, i mean, yeah.] - reading this one with my heart in my hands gained me a deeply wonderful new friend along with it.

17/ a fic you wish you could read again for the first time

ughhhhh kastle fanfic writers are no fucking J O K E. we knew this.

what is left but a broken man - idekman

He's surprised by the amount of flowers at her grave.

He shouldn't be, really. Although Karen didn't have friends - or at least, not many. Murdock. Nelson. Ellison. And he was her boss before anything else.

He'd thought they'd been friends, too.

I kissed her, he thinks, a little desperately. It had just been on the cheek but he had hesitated, stayed there for a moment with that heat and that floral warmth that somehow radiated from her even in the chill air, and that had meant something. He thought it had. He had thought that, perhaps, she understood – understood that he couldn’t give her everything he wanted to, that he wasn’t ready, but that maybe some day he could be. That if he could ever have an after, he would have –

The thought is too painful to finish.

Karen Page is dead. Frank goes looking for her anyway.

i went into this one feeling like my heart was gonna be broken the whole fucking time but fuuuuuuck.

being able to walk with frank as we saw him discover karen in georgetown, in fagan corners, in his HEART! oh gosh i remember hitting this link and d e v o u r i n g this deep, sharp claw in to my chest with a grateful feeling.

ask me about the fic rec meme!

#heidi answers #it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined #ask games #fic recs #dramione #our flag means death #kastle

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[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Chad Ellis “Fuckface” Ollaman.]

[There’s a sound of a car door shutting and footsteps on concrete as Ruth trudges slowly in the direction of the house--or, rather, mansion.]

R: Goddammit, man! Every time I come here it seems like this fuckin’ house gets way further up on this fuckin’ hill. Ughhhhh…

[There’s around another minute of nothing except footsteps, heavy breathing, and grumbling. It finally pauses as Ruth reaches the house, notable in the slight change of the sound of their bootsteps.]

[The footsteps stop, and then there’s a sound of a doorbell ringing.]

R: He better be home right now, or I swear to god…

[A different set of footsteps are heard, and a door opening from inside.]

C: Hey, man, glad you, uh, decided to come.

R: [Nearly cutting him off.] Yeah, whatever, man. What is it you needed to show me--and next time, maybe just, I don’t know, send me a picture or something?? [A chain clinking as she holds the necklace accusingly out in front of her.]

C: I didn't have your number! Plus, it's kinda freaking me out. I wasn't thinking right.

R: [Grumbling.] Well, I’m at least glad you aren’t drunk off your ass this time.

[There’s a rustling as Ruth pushes past Chad into the house, not bothering to take off their boots for his house’s dumb rules. They sigh.]

R: Are your parents home right now?? I don’t really care but I’d rather they didn’t start assuming we’re dating and then completely non-subtly insinuating that you can do better again.

C: Dude, I hated that as much as you did. And no, they aren't. All empty, I... made sure to check afterwards. It's about Will, though. Not them.

R: [A bit softer. There’s also a pause, like she’s examining her surroundings.] Afterwards?

C: I was looking over things for fun, just bored, and..and I, uh. [Chad clears his throat.] Sorry. I found some worrying stuff. And I don't know what to do, dude.

R: …Alright, well. Go on.

C: Where do I start, man? The tapes, the... uh... substance? [Brief pause.] Sorry, this is just. [He let's out an exasperated sigh] Fuck, man.

R: Tapes-? [Sigh.] Show me something concrete. Please. This house feels like it’s judging me.

C: Right, I can do that. Uh, follow me then?

[Ruth is led further into the big-ass mansion, and into a room that appears to be focused solely on security.]

R: [Muttered.] Of course you have a security room. [There’s a small sound of a shutter clicking.]

C : They're... I don't even have an explanation for this. It's over here though, dude. [Chad turns to a separate screen, off to the side.]

R: [Dryly.] Yeah, wow. Several flatscreens. I’m so impressed.

C: Mom and Dad, not me. I just use them, dude!

R: Sure, sure, whatever. What’s this thing you’re gonna show me?

C: It's the last day Will was here... Something's happened to the footage, its. Weird.

R: …Well??

{By this point he loads up the security footage from Christmas Eve, 2019, one of the rooms in the basement. 1:31 PM. It shows him and Will sitting on a gray couch together. Will glancing up at Chad every so often. It looks like they're watching a movie, snacks laid out on a small table before them. The hardwood floors shine with the light from a lamp in the corner.}

C: I'm pretty sure we were just having a movie date, but it's… fuzzy in my mind. I don't know.

{Around a minute or so of this goes by before something changes. Something appears in the doorframe to the next room, appearing to be a shoe. Will looks up towards that direction, but then the feed abruptly cuts. Suddenly, the footage is showing Chad asleep on the couch, and a rug on the floor under the table where there wasn’t one before. The lights are also turned out, making it dimmer than before. The footage time reads 2:47 PM.}

R: Okay? So what. Looks like one of your parents got home and discovered you. I mean, like. I get they don’t know you’re gay, or- well, I guess didn’t know, but come on, does this really warrant this much of a reaction?

C: That's the thing, they don't. They have no clue. And I remember them coming home later that day.

R: …And unless you randomly decided you wanted to redecorate with this mystery person, then... Can you take me to that room?

C: Oh, yeah, sure dude. I didn't.. notice that really.

R: How.

[There’s a sound of footsteps on carpeting as Ruth walks to the exit of the room and into the hallway. Chad follows as a fainter set of footsteps.]

C: I don't know it's... like the fuzzy thing dude. It just feels like it's supposed to be there...?

[There’s a minute or so of awkward silence and walking before a door opens and Chad leads them down into the basement.]

C: This one right... here!

R: Jesus, your house has too many rooms. [She pushes open the door.]

{The room looked almost exactly the same as it did in the video, save for the lack of pre-packaged snacks. TV on one wall, couch at the other, rug and coffee table in the middle of it all. I kinda just started looking around the room while asking some more questions.}

R: So you’re sure your parents weren’t home until later? You said your memory’s kinda hazy. And with this house’s security system… How would any intruder even have, like, gotten in here, man??

C: I don't know, dude! They shouldn't have been able to get through at all, and I'm definitely sure Mom and Dad weren't there.

R: If you’re sure. [Slight pause.] Have the cameras ever done that before, though? The weird footage jump.

C: Never. I thought it could just be a glitch, but...

R: Yeah, it. Definitely seems like a weird coincidence.

[There’s a brief pause, both of them seeming to stand in place for a moment.]

R: Can you help me with the, uh, rug?

C: Oh, yeah, sure. I got you.

[There’s a rustling as the two of them lift up the sides of the rug. Ruth struggles for a moment.]

R: What the fuck?? It’s all stuck to the floor here.

C: Okay, Mom would murder someone if they stuck something to the floor.

R: Yeah, I can imagine. That woman has a resting face that can kill. [Small crackling noise as the rug is pried up slightly further from the floor.] Okay, I think I- Jesus fucking christ.

C: What? Let me- no. Ruth that- that isn't.. No. Fuck no.

{It’s a fairly large bloodstain, old enough that it’s gone a shade of brown.}

R: [Immediately dropping the rug back on it.] What the fuck???

C: I dont- I.. you don't think that's..?

R: We… We don’t know anything for sure. We don’t know anything!! I mean. Like. [Pause.] But it wasn’t here before the rug got put down… How would…

C: I let him get hurt, didn't I. I can't.. I can't think of any other way this much... fuck, dude. How did... How did someone even get in?

R: I don’t know, I don’t know. Just- Fuck, wait. Christmas Eve. That was the last I ever heard from him. I texted him with a Merry Christmas in the morning, and he texted back, and- and then I never fucking heard from him again. I thought he just left for England and ghosted me a few days in advance. We all thought that.

C: I just thought he left. Why did I think that, man... I knew--I know-- he wouldn't just... What do we do??

R: I don’t. I don’t know. I. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming. I’ve been focusing on the fucking corkboard too much, this... God.

C: I can slap you if you think this isn't real? That normally works for me?

R: Do not touch me.

C: Not going to, just an offer!

R: …You don’t think maybe. Uh.

C: Are you seriously still stuck on the 'Showfall is demons' thing?

R: I never said anything about demons, okay!!

[Awkward pause.]

R: And yes, but that’s not what I was insinuating there!

C: I still think it was robots if anything, dude. Anyways. What did you mean then?

R: Sure. And, uh. I just meant Showfall in general. What if they have something to do with…? God, I probably sound crazy. It’s… It’s been a wild few months, man.

C: Dude, it sounds like it. Do you think they'd do shit like that though? Like, they're a media company. Surely the police would be involved? What would they want with a 16 year old?

R: Who fucking knows. At this point I know I’ve seen weirder. The police don’t do shit, either, so I’m on my own in that regard. God. [She pauses for a moment.] You don’t think maybe he’s…

C: ...dead?

R: Well don’t say it out loud, man! I just. [Quick sigh.] There’s a fucking giant bloodstain on the floor. I don’t know what to think.

C: It doesn't look like enough to... kill... Four years, Ruth. We... Fuck, dude.

R: I never believed it. At the time. That he would just… leave. Like that. Without saying bye. But now…

C: I tried to contact the people he was staying with, but those guys up and disappeared. Only found out a few months later that they were found... [Shaky sigh.] I don't like thinking about it, man.

R: Oh, shit, I almost forgot about that. They… died, right? Freak accident with an animal or something?

C: Yeah. I don't... I'm starting to think it wasn't an animal.

R: Jesus christ.

C: I don't, I- oh, shit. Ruth, dude, you need to go. Now.

R: HUH?? RUDE???

C: No, no, no! Mom and dad are coming back!

R: What?? How do you-

[They pause for a second, and very distantly, the sound of a car rumbling to a stop can be heard.]

R: Ohhh, shit.

C: MHM.

R: Well, have fun with your fuckin’... rug. Thing. Happening. I’m getting out of here.

C: How the fuck could I have fun with that?! It's our friend's fucking blood!

R: I am choosing to not process that right now.

[There’s a sound of brief rustling and then a door shutting, Ruth huffing as Chad appears to follow her.]

R: What??

C: I need to distract them, so you can get out properly. And...

R: [Deep sigh.] Alright, whatever.

[The floor creaking slightly as the two of them begin to ascend the stairs.]

R: God, this is just like when we’d all come over to your house for those honorary weekend meetings. Always had to sneak around them so they wouldn’t comment on the fact that our clothes looked thrifted, or whatever.

C: Fuck, yeah. I… miss those days, dude. I'm gonna be honest.

R: Yeah, well. It’s... I wish things had stayed normal. But they didn’t. So.

C: ...I do too. The guys are... well. They aren't like you guys, that's for sure.

R: What, already tired of your frat brothers, or whatever? NYU not all it’s cracked up to be?

C: It's nice and all, don't get me wrong, but... not the same as you guys.

R: [An almost laugh.] Chad Ollaman misses being a nerd. Never thought I’d see the day.

[Sound of a door opening.]

R: Jesus. This is like a horror movie. Where even are they?

C: I wish I could tell you. Uhhh, hazarding a guess, 1st floor, kitchen?

R: Chad we are on the first floor.

C: Ah. Yeah, let's just, go in here really quick-?

R: No, shit, man, it sounds like they’re over there. You go distract them, or whatever your plan was.

C: I'm on it. And Ruth?

R: Wh- Yeah?

C: Thank you, man. I just... Yeah. Thanks for everything, dude.

R: …Yeah, well. Have fun with your new life, Chad.

{By this point I snuck off while Chad went to distract his parents with… something about seeing an intruder in the garden, I don’t know, I only caught a couple words. Hopefully it went over well??}

[Awkward, sparse footsteps before there’s a sound of a door clicking closed very quietly.]

[Ruth sighs. There’s a light clinking sound as she takes the necklace back out of her pocket.]

R: Dammit, man.

[End of transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse #encoreverse blog

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yeehawbvby · 2 years

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 13

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Dog boy and farmer girl make up!! :)

Author’s Note: TW // very brief mention of death and attempted suicide

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Summer is here and it is hot. I’m not going outside today.

Since (reluctantly) getting myself dressed earlier, I’ve been just laying in bed, stuffed Eggy under one of my arms, playing video games. It’s been a while since I’ve just let myself lounge around for a whole day, and I’ve been hankering for some Legend of Lonk lately.

I wonder if anyone around here is into games. I know Abby is. Allegedly, she struggles so much with Prairie King because she’s more of an RPG type, which I can relate to. But who knows if I’ll ever be close enough with her to play games together?

Just when I’m about to finish up a cutscene, my phone vibrates. Probably a text. I decide to ignore it for now, until realizing it’s still going. Ughhhhh, I hate unprompted phone calls. I pause my game and set the console aside.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)…” fuck, it’s Sam. “Sorry to bother ya.”

“Oh, uh, not a bother at all. What’s up?” I sit up, repositioning Eggy to my lap and hugging her.

“Can we meet up somewhere? I wanna… you know. Talk about… uh. You know. Stuff. If you’re willing, of course. If not then don’t worry about it, it’s cool.”

I sigh, quietly. I do miss that puppy-man. And if I’ve been canoodling his best friend, then I should swallow my pride and stop avoiding this. For all of our sakes.

“Yeah, I’d like that actually. You wanna come over?”

He sighs too — a big, relieving one. I almost forgot how animated he is. “Yeah sure, when’s a good time?”

“Whenever you want, I’ll be around all day.” My overwhelmingly hospitable instincts kick in, “Just let me know when you’re headed over. I can make us some cocoa or lemonade or something, if you want.”

“It’s a little hot for hot chocolate,” he laughs, sorta shyly. “But it does sound good.”

“Fuck, true,” I mentally smack myself on the forehead. “I can make it cold,” I offer. “Or at least try to. Never done it before.”

“That would be great, it’s okay if you don’t feel like it though. I don’t wanna burden you too much,” he trails off.

“Sam, I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

I hear a nervous laugh on the other end. “Yeah, I guess. Alright. Uh. I guess I’ll head over in a few minutes?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

“See ya in a bit then, (y/n).”

“See ya, Sam.”

Fuck, this is gonna be so uncomfortable. At least he seems as nervous as I feel.

Letting out a huge groan, I roll – literally roll, from mattress to floor – out of the bed to find a bra and some less bootylicious bottoms to put on.

Something tells me Seb’s talked to Sam about what we’re about to discuss, so I’m sure Sam knows by now I’m not interested in him the way he might’ve thought. I gotta stay cautious, though. Some dudes are fuckin’ creeps who’ll see a little bit of extra skin and think it's free real estate. Experienced that too much in the city.

I’d doubt Sam being like that if I knew him beyond the surface, but I’ve been so unsure of how to feel about that gumball since The Incident.

I pick out a pair of long gray bike shorts, and throw a sports bra underneath the white, grandpa-esque tourism tee from Ginger Island that I had on already. The ladies are staying hidden, today.

Now, the cocoa… I follow my usual routine, except I leave out the creamer and opt to put the mixture into a pitcher rather than mugs. If I put it in the freezer with some extra ice – better throw in some more mix, so it won’t get watered down – so it’ll hopefully be chilled enough by the time he’s here.

Aaand now we wait. I sit back on the bed, scooping Cannoli into my lap while my eyes dance around the room. I really need some more furniture in here. At least an extra chair, if I’m gonna keep having people over. Maybe a desk to work at?

Fuck, wait a sec! This would totally be big enough for a kotatsu if I put the table in the kitchen or outside instead. My weeb ass has always wanted one of those. I’m sure Cannoli would love it, too.

After a few more moments of interior design contemplation, I get up to pee. Naturally, the moment I sit down, I hear a knock at the door.

“Fuck…” I murmur. “Sorry, one second!” I yell as loud as I can muster. Hopefully he heard that.

I speed-run my little bathroom break and jog to the door, without drying my hands. Shit, what if he gets grossed out by how moist they are? I shake my head, then shake my hands a bit and pat ‘em on my shorts before opening up.

“Hey–” I’m cut off with a squeak from my own throat as Sam fucking engulfs my body into a hug.

“Dude you have no idea how bad I feel,” he word-vomits on me. “I’m so sorry!”

I stand there in shock for a moment. I expected more of a serious, awkward conversation. A weird business meeting, of sorts. Should’ve known that the big guy would do things differently. I’m still unsure of whether or not I can really trust him, but I'm willing to try.

“You big dummy...” I mumble into his boobs before squeezing him back. “I was so worried that you hated me.”

“I thought you’d hate me!”

“We’re both dummies.”

“For sure.”

Realizing I’m still talking into his big ol’ honkaroos, I tilt my head out for air. In a southern drawl, I declare, “We’ve got some stuff to discuss, pardner.”

“Mhm, mhm.” He pulls away, albeit still at arms-length and holding onto my shoulders.

“Pop a squat, I’ll grab the cold cocoa.”

“Cold-co?”

“Oooo I like that,” I shout from the kitchen.

I can’t help but smile at how easy this is so far. Sure, we’ve got some feelings to work out, but I’d let my anxiety get the best of me for the past few weeks for sure.

“Do you want a mug or a glass?”

“Do you have one of those fancy wine cups?” he asks. I peer back and he’s leaning over from the chair at the table. Cannoli missed him too – he’s already curled up in Sam’s lap.

“I’ll check.” I back up, peering around the cabinets, hoping the space gives me a better angle to see the top shelf with. Grandpa had to have had those… fuck, I don’t feel like climbing. “Actually,” I exhale, “can you check?”

Keeping Cannoli in his arms like a baby, Sam strolls in, looking confused. Then, the lightbulb goes off. He laughs at me and scruffs my hair, reassuring me with a jovial “Sure thing, little guy,” before easily spotting and taking a wine glass from the back of one of my higher shelves. Fucking tall people.

“Damn it.”

“I can carry you on my shoulders sometime,” he offers. “That way you can, you know…”

“I hate you.”

“Not that much, if you invited me over.”

“Whatever, fucko.”

He snickers, watching as I prepare our drinks. When I start pouring the creamer, he questions it.

“Trust me,” I assure. He just shrugs, letting me do my thing. “You want whip?”

“What do I look like, some sort of monster? Of course I want whip.”

“More of a big, fluffy beast than anything.”

Sam scoffs, “I’ll take it over a goblin or shadow brute.”

I hand off his drink, scooping up a pair of swirly straws. I am an adult. “Want a straw too, beast boy?” I offer while holding one out towards him.

Taking it from me, he responds, “See, I can get behind that! Makes me sound like a Teen Titan.”

“That show kicked ass,” I point out as we walk into the other room. “I used to have the fattest crush on Robin.”

We sit down on my bed, both of us cross-legged, both of our backs against the wall. Cannoli fills the space between us. Our mediator.

“I was down bad for Starfire, myself.” He takes a sip, and I inspect for the signature eye twinkle. Theeere it is! Another chocolate beverage well done. “Holy shit this is so good.”

“Told you to trust me!”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Oh! And Blackfire fucked too.”

“Dude, she was so hot!”

“But so mean…”

“Yeah, and you’re saying you wouldn’t want her to be mean to you?”

He inhales dramatically, contemplating. Then Sam mutters, shrugging, “I’d thank her for beating me up,” before dejectedly sipping some more of his drink.

“Seeeee?”

“Shut up, jeez. I didn’t come here to be perceived.”

“Eh, you kinda did.”

A short silence. “Crud. You’re right.”

We both laugh, and it simmers into another silence.

“So.”

I turn towards him, leaning my shoulder onto the wall now. He mimics my movement, placing his already empty cup (?!) onto my nightstand and hugging my pillow to his chest. It looks like we’re having a slumber party. This is the best position for sharing some hot goss.

“So…” he sighs, his eyes roaming me. I blush as he either inspects me or checks me out – not sure which it is. “I’ve got some explaining to do, huh?”

I nod and shrug, “I guess.”

He gnaws at his bottom lip, looking down at the pillow, trying to decide on his next choice of words if I had to assume.

“Well, Sebastian told me that he already let you know I was catching feelings, so I don’t have to explain that.”

“Yeeeah… he fill you in on anything else?”

Sam nods. “I’m happy for you guys, by the way. Dunno what’s going on, but it’s cool you two are like… you know.”

“Thanks, Sam,” I shyly smile, scooping my plushie into my arms. God, Eggy takes up so much of me. It’s fine though. She is my protector. “I’m sorry that you kinda got fucked over. You’re really cool and you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, but,” I shrug. “I just don’t feel the same that you do. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “No, really, it’s all good. I’m usually better with the ladies anyway. It’s about time Seb has better luck than I do.”

“Pfft. All these Pelican Town girls really swoon for ya, don’t they?” I say that half-jokingly. He’s crazy good looking, and he’s nice, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he did well for himself around here.

“I mean, I thought I had a thing with Penny for a while, but that went nowhere.”

“Aw, really? That would be so cute!”

“Would’ve been cuter if she felt the same way I did.”

“Oof,” I scrunch my nose as I wince. “Unrequited?”

“Nah, she just wasn’t as into me as I was into her, I guess.” He sighs, “It’s starting to be a common theme for me.”

“Heh, whoops,” I apologize as I abandon my cup of coldco onto the floor and hug Eggy tighter, hiding further into her.

“It worked out for the best. We had different dreams for the future, and whatever.”

“What about Abby?”

“I love her, but more like… as if she were my annoying little sister.” He laughs, “Besides, she’s obsessed with Sebastian. It would never happen even if I wanted to try.”

“Gotcha, gotcha. How’s she feel about me and him, uh…” I pause. Seb and I aren’t dating, per say. “Messing around?” I cringe at my own words. “Gross. Wait.”

Sam howls, “Yoba, you nasty girl.”

“Shut up! I don’t know what we are, we aren’t dating, exactly!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get you… Uhh. She hates you.”

We lock eyes. He’s wincing but I’m stone cold. “I expected nothing less,” I truthfully admit.

“She’ll come around.”

“I fucking hope so. I don’t exactly love the fact that one of the first people I tried to properly interact with here has made such an enemy out of me.”

“Abby’s young and dumb, but she’ll warm up to you eventually. If not when she’s over it, it’ll happen whenever she finds someone else to occupy her. She dated this chick Sophia once, that was the most tame I’d ever seen her.”

“Girl must be a frickin’ angel.”

“She really was so nice.”

“Was?”

“Well,” he clicks his tongue, “she was hospitalized for a suicide attempt last year. She lives over in Grampleton, so we never really saw her around here much in the first place. But none of us have seen her at all since that happened.”

“Holy shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure she’ll be okay.” Sam repositions a little, petting Cannoli for emotional support. “She’s supposed to be inheriting her parents’ vineyard, past the beach, actually. Don’t know if she’ll ever be back to do it.”

“Oh, that’s what that place is?”

“Yeah, have you ever heard of Blue Moon?”

“Shit, I have! That brand is all over Zuzu. It belonged to her parents?”

Sam nods, sadness still washing over his features. “Yeah, but they died in a car crash. Happened a little before Sophia had to… ya know. Go away.”

I recoil a bit, thinking about how tough shit probably is for that poor girl. “I hope she ends up okay. That sucks so hard.”

“Yeah, me too.” He puts the pillow back behind him, and slaps his palms onto his thighs, keeping them there. “Anyway! I don’t like all this sad junk. Back to business.”

“So you were really gonna kiss me that night, huh?” I blurt out.

“Yeesh. Right to the point.”

“Sorry.” I apologetically shrug.

“You’re fine, uh… maybe I was?” We look at each other, silence filling the room. I lean over to finish my drink before placing the empty cup back on the ground, and then purse my lips, waiting for him to correct himself. “Fuck. Yes. Yes I was.”

“You know that would’ve been, like, crazy uncomfortable considering I didn’t want to kiss you back, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t want to kiss you, Sam.”

Although, his lips are super nice…

No.

Stop it.

“Oh my god,” he giggles.

“Thanks for not kissing me.”

“Oh my god!”

“No, like, seriously, thank you.” I put my hand on his knee, chuckling. “You have no idea how much weirder I’d feel having you in my house right now, had that happened.”

“Yeah, no problem, whatever! I get it, you don’t like me! I’ll just pine for a… taken?” Sam tilts his head and squints an eye, thinking over the word. “Taken!” He nods, confidently. “A taken lady, for forever.”

“Come on, dude!” I playfully whine, swatting Eggy’s arms in his direction. He flaps his hand in unison with each fuzzy, stuffed paw slap. “To be fair, you’re totally hot. I’m sure if you asked that Victor dude to take you to a Zuzu bar, you’d get laid in no time.”

“You think I’m hot?”

I deadpan at Sam’s face to find him giggling and blushing like a fucking school girl. Sigh.

“Yeah, I do. You’re like, atrociously hot.” I roll my eyes, in spite of the smile on my face. I'm not lying - he really is, like, so fucking hot honestly. “Don’t make it weird.” I point at him, one of the plushie’s paws still in the same hand.

“That’s so cool oh my god,” he giddily exclaims.

I groan into the back of Eggy’s head. “Sammm!”

“Right, sorry!” he scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t wanna just get laid. I have Palmela for that stuff.”

“Who the fuck is Palmela?”

Sam grins menacingly, waggling his fingers at me, not saying a word.

What?

...Oh.

OH.

Palmela! Seriously?!

“Dude, gross!” I cackle.

“Heheheheh.” He evilly taps his fingertips against those on the opposite hand. I give him a fake-dirty look. “But seriously, I want someone to cuddle, to go on dates with,” he sighs. “Anyone, I don’t even care about gender. I just want someone to care about and feel loved by.”

Aww. I frown. Everyone who wants that deserves it. Especially this fella. Wait… but if he’s not straight…

I excitedly snag one of his hands in both of mine. “So small,” he whispers, thoroughly inspecting my hands. I ignore that comment.

“Sam, have you ever had a crush on Sebastian?” Wide eyed and menacingly, I flash my teeth.

His own eyes widen. He looks down, then back up to my eyes, and then off to the side…and now he’s blushing!!!

“Sam, holy shit! You have!”

“We dated…” he whispers, twitching a brow. Ayo?!

“Samson Henry Johnson, you sly dog!”

“Dude, shut up! We were, like, kids basically, it’s no big deal.”

“What do you mean by kids? How long ago was it?”

“We were in high school.”

“Bro, that was only, what, a decade ago? Little longer maybe?”

“Sweet Yoba above…”

“Is it a forbidden topic, or do I have full permission to be nosy?”

“It’ll be forbidden if you keep being annoying about it!”

I pout. “Boo, you whore.”

“Wouldn’t not kissing and telling make me less of a whore?”

“Metaphorically speaking, yeah, but…” I shrug. Then, I have an epiphany. “Oh my god wait, did you guys, like, touch tips?!”

“Alright, it’s forbidden!”

“Fuck!”

__________________

I lied. I am going outside today.

After continuing to fill each other in on our previously failed love lives, Sam and I decided to take a walk up to his ex’s house to present the renewal of our friendship. Formally. Bells chime as we enter the gigantic cabin, announcing our arrival. Smells sawdusty – I guess Robin’s been busy.

“Hey, you two! If you’re looking for Sebby, he’s in his lair,” Robin advises.

“Thanks Robby,” I chirp, as my tall companion and I pass her station.

“Robby?” she laughs. “Gross.”

I crinkle my nose. “Ugh, yeah, sorry. Didn’t have as nice of a ring out loud as it did in my head.”

“You’re tellin’ me!” Robin shouts once we’re out of sight.

Continuing the assholery, as Sam raps on Seb’s door, I sing, “Sebbyyy.”

A loud groan echos on the other side. “Stop calling me that shit,” he voices as he nears the door. When he opens it, he does a double take. “Ah. I see The Conversation went well.”

“Hell yeah!” Sam boasts, tossing a strong arm around my shoulder and navigating me inside. “This little lady and I are good as new.”

“And you came here to celebrate? Of all places?” the hot, emo cave goblin inquires.

“Hell yeah!” Sam echos himself. “Swimmies and sippies season is here,” he chimes, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you down?”

“Can it wait until it’s cooler out?” Seb asks, returning to his desk and typing away. “Like, later tonight, maybe?”

“Absolutely! Who’s buying the sippies though?”

They both look at me, expectantly. I’ve been lost this entire time.

“What in the actual fuck is a swimmies and sippies?”

“Ahh, much to learn, young grasshopper,” Seb calmly states.

“Stop calling me that.”

He chuckles. “Every once in a while, we grab a bunch of drinks and go swimming at the bathhouse. You know, the one up by the train station,” he explains, as I nod. “Hence… swimmies and sippies.”

“I came up with the name!” Sam beams, as he sits on the couch. Of course he did, I think to myself. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

I head pat him for a change. Feels good, man. “Of course it does.” Sam leans into my hand, so I continue rubbing his head. He’s literally a giant dog.

“I nominate you to buy,” Seb peers over at Sam. “Not fair to make the newbie do it.”

“You seemed on board with her getting the drinks a second ago!”

“Yeah, I also thought she knew what swimmies and sippies is at that point.”

I nod, happily, giving the blonde’s scalp another pat before seating myself in front of Seb’s other computer. “Your fault for not filling me in on your plans, buddy.”

“Man!” He whines. “Fine, I’ll go do that.” Sam gets up, stretching his arms up and behind his head as he makes his way to exit the room.

“Grab your cooler and some ice, too. There’s not much fridge space here.”

“Anything else, fuckers?”

“Snacks?” I add.

Sam looks to me and sighs, loud and exasperated. “Drinks, snacks, ice, cooler,” he counts on his fingers. “Got it.”

“Thank youuu~,” Seb calls as Sam leaves the room, flipping us off before swinging the door shut behind him.

Chin in hands, I lean my elbows on the desk.

“So… I’ve got a question for ya.”

“What’s up, baby?”

Yoba, my heart can’t take him giving me pet names. I blush and hide my face further into my hands. Fuckin’ loser.

“You guys were quite an item back in the day, yeah?”

He stops typing and snorts into a laugh. “Fuck. He told you about that?”

I hum and nod. “Did ya fuck?”

“Yeah,” he responds coolly, looking awfully tickled. He must not get to talk about this much.

“I knew it!” I practically screech. “That’s so precious. I wonder why he wouldn’t give me any deets.”

“Sam’s not as, uh,” Seb taps his nails onto the desk as he leans into the opposite hand. “In tune with his sexuality.”

“Ah. Explains why he forbade me from talking about it, too.”

“Look, ask me anything you want, and I’ll answer what I can. But keep it quiet, yeah? Lotta homophobes hidden around the valley.” Seb frowns. “And, Sam’s not homophobic towards other people by any means, but he’s still got some internalized shit to un-learn.”

“Ah. Lame, but understandable,” I nod, taking solace in knowing he at least is comfortable enough that he basically came out to me today. “My lips are sealed, sir.”

I motion as though I’m zipping my mouth, tossing away the “key” after, ‘cause I’m not a monster. In the meantime, Seb groans. I tilt my head inquisitively and he looks my way. His eyes are dark and intense, like he’s invading my fucking soul oh my god.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

He continues to stare at me, eyes narrowed… Oh!

I gasp, “You naughty bastard! You like that, don’t you?”

“Guilty,” he shrugs, sipping his coffee.

Aaand, just like that, I’m activated. “Sebastian.”

“(Y/n).”

“How much work do you have right now?”

His eyes dance around the screen a bit before looking in my direction. “Enough. Why?”

“Ughhhhh.”

“Were you scheming, (y/l/n)?”

“Who, me?” I ask, flicking my wrist as I lilt out my words, all southernly-sounding. “Why I’d nevah!”

Except I totally would, and was. Was gonna like, I dunno… offer a dick suck? Or something. It's easy to forget with how long our tension has been going on that we haven't actually done anything like that, in person at least.

“You're a horrible liar, (y/n).” Sucking in through his teeth, Seb continues his typing. “If I didn’t have so much to catch up on before tonight I’d bend you over that desk right now.”

Ooooh my god please do, ~sir~. I squeak. Ugh.

“Is that a threat?”

“Sounds like you want it to be.”

He imitates a squeaky toy to prove his point. I (rightfully!) give his shin a kick, and he just laughs and flicks his foot back towards me.

He isn’t wrong though. I want nothing more than that, actually. But, like the little shit I am, I instead respond, “Bold of you to assume such a thing.”

“What, is it not romantic enough for our first time?” he jests. “Or are you just challenging me for fun, you little perv?”

“Classified information.” Quick (y/n), change the topic! “This thing still work?” I ask, tapping the monitor in front of me.

“Yeah, you wanna use it?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” When he gives me a nod of approval, I stand up to reach the power button, pressing it and hoping for some RGB as it boots up. There are some — all red — and the poor thing sounds like it’s struggling. “When’s the last time this thing was turned on?”

“Years ago, don’t remember exactly when.”

I hum, and am met with a black screen and white writing. “Oof. Says something about an improper boot device?”

“Shit. Umm,” he stops typing to think for a second. “Turn it on again, and go to the boot menu, in the BIOS. The right one should be somewhere on the list.”

I follow his directions. “The Windows one, I’m assuming?”

He nods. “Good girl.”

MMMMMM. If I had a tail, it would totally be wagging right now.

I inhale sharply, trying to contain myself. “Fuck you.”

“Bad girl?” he suggests, raising one of his brows.

“I don’t like it, but sure, that’s better.”

The computer finally starts up, and I'm surprised to find that it’s not locked by a password. This thing looks empty, though. Must’ve moved all his games and junk to the PC he’s on right now… I do the only reasonable thing to do in a situation like this: open up a browser and download stuff. MapleStory, maybe?

“Hmm, you’re right. I don’t like it either.”

“Good! So don’t use it, forehead.”

“My forehead is beautiful, thank you,” he quips. “What if it was in a different context?”

“What, like,” I clear my throat, “Oh, you’re a bad girl…?” I recite, the attempted deep voice cracking as I speak.

Seb heartily laughs. Adorably. Ughhh. “Yeah, like that.”

“Dunno, never been called that in that way before.”

“Mmm, that’ll be a fun experiment.”

“There is no reason that should’ve been sexy, and yet…” I trail off.

He chuckles evilly, and I flick the scrunchie on my wrist at him.

Picking it up from his lap, he holds it up briefly and says, “Cool, thanks.”

Seb proceeds to (attempt to) put his hair up. Considering how choppy and uneven it is, it ends up being a wonky side-ponytail.

Unfortunately, he’s still hot.

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grumelot123 · 2 months

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Part 13 of "I'm trying so hard to hate you"

Crowley Pov!

A while later I woke up to Aziraphales body cradled around me, hearing a soft snore coming from him.

He was asleep? Thought he didn't sleep.

I tried to move out from under him, not to wake him up, not to leave, but just to get up and stretch my legs.

But as soon as I moved just my arm he woke up.

"Oh, hello dear, I must've fallen asleep."

"Thought you didn't sleep?"

He laughed. "Must be different when I'm with you, you're warm."

I stood up and stretched my arms.

"What now?"

He groaned, rolling back into the blanket.

"Angel, as much as I want to stay in bed with you, I'd like to make plans to make sure that we are going to survive past Armageddon so this won't be the last time I get to sleep with you."

"Yea...I know. But now, I just like knowing we can do that kind of stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Like me being able to lay in bed with you until god knows when, being able to hold your hand without being asked questions, being able to look into those beautiful eyes of yours and get lost in them without making excuses."

"Ngk."

No one's ever said anything like that to me before. Nobody but my angel. But you'd have to hold me at gunpoint before I'd actually tell him what kind of effect those words have on me.

"Well, I guess now, we make a plan."

"Yea, I guess so."

He got up and started putting his clothes on, while I just miracled mine.

"Well, I think we go back to Anathema and see if Adam has came round there, yeah?"

(oh also if anyone else has memory loss like me Adam is the Antichrist)

"Mhm"

So we went out the door and headed towards the elevator.

Azi Pov!

*ring ring bitch caller id Anathema Device*

"It's Anathema! I'll put it on speaker."

"Oh hello Anathema"

"Hey uh Aziraphale, I don't know if you've gotten any farther in finding Adam but.."

"Oh well we were about to head over and talk to you about that."

"Yea well...I just got a sort of message...on my wall. Uh talk soon?"

"On your wall? Well, yes, we will be there soon."

"Good."

*hang up sound thing*

"On her wall? What the hell is this kid doing?"

"Crowley, he might not have meant too, his powers are going crazy right now, he might just be misunderstood."

"Yea, I hope you're right."

Crowley Pov

As we got out of the elevator and started walking to the bentley I saw out of the corner of my eye the Metatron.

I was about to walk over to him back Aziraphale grabbed my hand and kept walking, dragging me along with him.

As soon as we got to the car and both got in I started.

"What'd you do that for?"

"He's watching us, to make sure we are getting what 𝘩𝘦 wants done."

"Ughhhhh" I kicked my legs a bit like a toddler. "That's so annoying thoughhhh, we aren't four years olddddd."

Aziraphale snorted. "How are you acting right now?"

"Ahghhh sha'd up." I started to drive and started playing Queen.

𝘖𝘰𝘩, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥-𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺

I started tapping my fingers to the beat of the song and looked over to see Azi bobbing his head along to the music.

"What's your thoughts on Queen?" I asked genuinely curious.

"I've grown a feeling of fondness to it, after hearing it so much in the car."

"Good, because I love Queen."

Aziraphale chuckled. "I can tell."

"Well, we're here."

I got out and walked around to Aziraphales side, and opened the door.

"So kind."

"I will take you right back to that hotel room, no hesitation, do not test me Angel."

"Ok, ok, sorry."

He stood up and I grabbed his arm, walking up to Anathema's door.

"You ready for hours of research, figuring out how this is gonna work?"

"No. Are you?"

"Absolutely not."

I opened the door.

Part 13 DONE!

THOUGHTS, OPINIONS, WAHOOS?

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #bffr this took so long to write

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randomgentlefolk · 1 year

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CPC CHAPTER 138

Heck yeah more Leelathae's backstory!

Man I- I was right. The previous chapters were wholesome because it was really preparing us for angst.

Alright, Helena is officially going to the same hate zone as Leland. Jesse is close..really close.

I just want the best for Leelathae but Jack's relatives and Leland just gotta— ughhhhh

Help why are they literally the cutest couple ever :')

Also, young Isolde my beloved

SHE REALIZED!! She realized Leland is a huge red flag! But of course Leland gotta manipulate her with the desserts (which is pretty smart of Leland, I guess) He- how does he know how to manipulate so well?! Well of course because the people he has ever manipulated are all his close ones, but still. The thing with Blaine aka the raffle? He's charismatic and his manipulation tactic is supported by the fact that he is royalty (he can buy everything he wants and can gain access to stuffs) just of course mix so well.

Isolde actually seemed like a genuinely fun person to hang out judging by the way she talks and acts (not to mention her style is so good).

Leelathae's reflection is.. disturbing. I mean, seeing her scribbling on her reflection, and remembering what she wrote on the first page of her diary. I wonder if this may be the root to her illness? Since we haven't got any confirmation of what caused her illness yet.

This is going down so badly. How will Leelathae get back to Jack, after all these? Will Jack finally see what Leelathae is feeling? Will he know what his parents did to Leelathae?

Oh and..

What the heck? BRO CHILL. Jeez. Poor girl literally just went through one of the most heartbreaking things, and you just say that. The heck you think she's thinking about now? "Time to get off the stage" my foot. Where is she suppose to go? This, this 'queen' is either gonna do something horrible, or Jack will suddenly cut her off. I have a feeling.

But like. Helena, mate, CHILL. Sheesh. Thanks for reminding me why you're in the same position as Leland.

#cursed princess club #cpc

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Excited

Media IRL

Character asa Butterfeild

Couple Asa X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober day 28

Kinktober concept sex machines

I smiled sitting in my bed with my laptop often petting the cat,

"Hi babe" Asa smiled as he sat beside me and gave my cheek a kiss but I quickly closed my laptop "Uhh... what's going on?"

"Nothing"

"Y/n"

"Nothing."

"Give it" He says stealing my laptop and opening it up

"Asa please-"

"what the... Uhhh, y/n?"

"I can explain"

"Okay, Explain"

"I uhhh... I was just curious"

"Curious?"

"Yeah"

"Okay." he smirked tapping away

"What are you doing?"

"If your so curious, we should try it" He smirked

"But asa there expensive!"

"So? if you curious we should try it, and I have to admit I'm a little curious what you'd look like with it too"

"You would?"

"Hell yeah, I can imagine you bent over our bed on your knees at the mercy of the machine… ummm you'd look so good babe." He smirked before returning his attention to the screen "express delivery"

"Really?"

"I'm excited"

"Should be called excited delivery"

"It kinda should, just gonna check of they have one on Amazon"

"Why?"

"Prime shipping"

"You can wait asa"

"I'm not sure I can" he smirked "fuck, you wanna have sex?"

"Alright asa" I giggled putting my laptop away and moving into his lap he egarly pushed his shorts off and almost ripped my panties grabbing my hips to move me down onto his erection

"Ughhh yeah…. Fuck you're gonna look so good, so sexy, so beautiful, I'll barely be able to control myself uhhh maybe I'll tie you up to the bed and leave you with that cute machine a few hours see how desperate my little babydoll gets for me" he growled basically moving me himself getting faster and faster and faster "uuuuuuuhhh! Uuuughhhhh!" He groans pulling out and finishing across his stomach

"That was quick"

"Sorry I don't know what came over me there"

"Excitement" I smiled giving him a kiss before I sat back in bed and took back my laptop.

I finished up with my shower heading out with my towel having a little yawn as showers always make me feel a little sleepy, I wondered out the bathroom but immediately I jumped as Asa picked me up carrying me to the bedroom

"Uhh okay?" I shrug unsure why but I didn't want to question it until he put me down and revealed the black silky machine on our bed with the bright red toy set up in it

"The machine arrived."

"Ohh that's nice asa" I smiled going to start getting ready for bed

"And I figured we should try it out make sure works and all"

"Asa in sleepy"

'we won't be long I promise, come on let me see you use it please?'

"Alright but not too long"

"Not to long" he nods

I slipped my towel off and got into bed on my knees letting him move me so the machine was in the right place

"Okay move back and it should slip inside"

I did as he asked moving back feeling the firm toy slip inside me

"That nice babydoll?"

"Not as nice as you"

"Good girl" he smirked "ready?'

"I guess"

He turned on the machine and immediately I gasped as it thrusted hard and fast inside me mercilessly I did my best not to scream but it was pretty hard as it never gave me a moment of rest it vibrating inside me too as it thrusted

"Uhh ughhh- maybe then it down a little"

"Babydoll this is low. There four more higher then this, why is it too intense for my pretty girl?"

"No it's okay" I giggled

"You look so good, just watching you like this is amazing" he growled "I wanna turn it up"

"Asa i-"

"Please, just to see what it's like?"

"Okay" I blushed and he turned it up making it to even faster, deeper and vibrate stronger

"Oh god- uhhhhh fuck you look so beautiful' he groans standing by the bed jerking himself off "I have an idea" he growled coming to kneel on the bed Infront of me "suck"

"What?"

"Suck me babydoll, I want to see what a BJ is like when your getting pleasure too"

I blushed but took him into my mouth sucking gently

"Ughhhhh! Fuck- just watching you get fucked and watching you suck ughhh I don't think I can take it babydoll' he groaned "enough - I'll cum if you keep going' he groaned pushing me away "enough machine' he growled turning it off and pulling it away from me

I took a moment to get my breath but he immediately pushed himself inside me grabbing my hips and going even faster then the machine burying himself inside me which brought me my orgasm and which brought his own

"Ahhhhhhhhh asa!'

"Uuhhhh fucking hell y/n!" He groans collapsing on top of me "I love you so much"

"I love you too" I giggled

#asabutterfeild #asa sweet #asa butterfeild #asa butterfield #asa

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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Ok because I’m still emotionally distraught from watching their hometown WOF speeches back to back the other day I’m just gonna say something..

Not that I or anyone who wasn’t there (or wasn’t them) would know but I have a feeling, since Scott’s ceremony was first that day, he maybe asked Tessa to stand up there with him after the plaque reveal while he gave his speech, since he says (off script) that it’s horrible they have to do this apart from each other. So at least having her up there with him he could feel that reassurance there and of course she wouldn’t have questioned it. Not that they couldn’t reassure each other from the crowd- but they wanted to be next to each other when they did it.

So I guess later that day for her ceremony, without even discussing it he would stand with her. You know because their ceremonies were separate.. because they come from (close but) different communities, but its each of their own ceremonies, while both their names are on each plaque. But just given it’s them I think whoever went first would’ve asked the other to stand there. It’s a small thing but that’s so sweet that they don’t feel comfortable being alone when being at least somewhat individually honoured.

Then I just need to say how.. gut punching it is, when Scott looks to her and says ‘can you believe that was our career and we got to share that together’ and she looks away and is dangerously close to crying…

like Tessa is the queen of eye contact and composure.. she’s quiet in her expressions so with even the smallest thing.. that brief look away because she can’t look at him without getting emotional about everything they shared.. like… that says so much and this isn’t shocking but once you kinda know them in the sense of how they are and express themselves that is so telling from her.

Then of course she actually does go on to wipe tears away and once he’s done she just can’t wait to hug him and when they do hug and he squeezed his eyes shut and also it’s one of his Tessa hugs- like if you’re as unabashedly obsessed as me and you’ve watched enough hugs you know that he has.. kinda a few different hugs but a very special one or two Tessa hugs just for her.. and it’s one of those where he pulls her super close and so gently to fit their bodies together even briefly coz they have grown up essentially attached to each other it’s as if they have grown into and around each other so they fit perfectly…. ughhhhh it’s just so emotional when you know and understand just how much they love each other.. they aren’t use to having to get up in public and talk about how wonderful the other is- they showed that and would’ve told each other that to their face every single day.. but then reflecting on it and not being able to just straight away hug each other and express however/ exactly how they wanted to they had to stay composed and internalise it.. not to mention this time in their lives with so many changes and a scary but exciting future.. I think during T’s ceremony how she says ‘we can do this on our own time.. coz it would take so long… but like I think she probably really couldn’t do it because if she got that wobbly over her family imagine with him (not to say it’s more than her family but you know..)

Ugh I’m sorry I’m in my feels again I just had to let that out.. don’t get me any further started on crying T at her ceremony I was this 👌 close to jumping off a cliff.

#I legit can’t watch them talk about each other in these settings #it gives me soooooooooooooooooooooo many feels #I’m essentially inoperative for the rest of the.. day if im lucky week if im not #I stole that ‘they grew into each other’ it from someone I can’t take credit but it’s accurate

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Greetings everyone! It is 4am and you know what that means. Thats right, its time to read ACOMAF :) chapters 41 this time. enjoy

Chapter 41

What we're just smashcutting straight to Velaris?? we're not gonna see Feyre talk about all the shit the mortal queens just said with her sisters??

ugh dont remind me of the fact that amren drinks blood but only animal blood because human blood is too watery or whatever. she couldve been my vampire girlie in this a/b/o world but instead shes just a lame disappointment in a lame disappointment world. that also doubles as an a/b/o world, lest we forget that

ughhhhh dont remind me of the fae not being affected by iron

Okay, i have to admit this line kinda slaps: "Maybe then Elain would get an engagement ring that wasn't forged out of hatred and fear."

Yeah Feyre, I hate to say it but you failed HARD as an ambassador, you are so bad at politics, but technically this was all Rhysands idea so I'd say it was his responsibility to make sure youre not bad at politics, so Im blaming him for all this

I made a joke in my last post about how the night court is really US governmentcore and now Cassian is like "we could just kill the current queens and put queens in place thatll cooperate with us" and the only reason Rhys doesnt wanna do it is because it would take too long and because they dont know what effect this will have on the book, not because, i dont know, he'd be interfering with foreign affairs and robbing all of humanity of their agency. I mean, its a monarchy so i guess humanity didnt have too much of a choice when they ascended to the throne, but atleast those queens have their best interests at heart and dont cooperate with former slave-owners

Why does Feyre care so muh about Mor potentially hurting Azriels feelings, is he not acting like Tamlin at the start of ACOMAF where he was all like "no Feyre, you cant go to the sper dangerous place, its dangerous"

Okay so, the oldest queen is the queen of The Black Land, which is a very vaguely africa-coded place, where humans were born slaves to the fae, unlike everyone else where I guess humans had to get captured by the fae to be enslaved OBVIOUSLY she doesnt wanna cooperate with fae, shes even more justified in her decision in my eyes

But then Im thinking, why can she even decide what happens with that little piece of land, Im guessing thats not part of the black land so would that not fall under the jurisdiction of one of the other queens? Honestly, they shouldve just spoken to each queen alone, I get that theyre strapped for time but im sure they couldve forged atleast one alliance without the oldest queen speaking for all of them there. Also, from a doylist perspective, it wouldve been good padding since sjm insists on making her books stupidly long and it wouldve probably given us a more functional government structure because right now it just seems like these queens who allegedly each have a kingdom to run are just hanging out in the same palace all making collectively decisions for the entire continent, which is stupid

What is it with Sarah J Maas and portraying freedom fighters being very dedicated to their cause as a bad thing, sepcifically because its not very condusive to a romantic relationship? Like, in Crescent City Hunt was a rebel and he was in love with the leader of the rebellion before she was killed and he enslaved and its very tragic and he cant love anyone but her, but then he manages to move on and fall in love with Bryce and it turns out to be a better experience for him. Specifically, theres this one scene where he buys her this jade egg or maybe she buys him one i dont remember, and he reflects on how if he had given that kind of gift to his former lover she wouldve appreciated it for one second and then just let it rot on some shelf because she just had other things on her mind, and I thought that was an interesting perspective for their relationship, but now that we're getting a similar thing with Jurian and Miriam except Jurian isnt the love interest of the MC so hes more likely to get demonized it seems kinda weird innit

Oh boy we're gonna get the UTM reeanactment soon arent we. sighhhhhh

Btw what the hell is up with Mors truth powers. Apparently a lot of people in her bloodline have them?? What makes Mor so special then, i thought the reason she was special was because her power was unique. I guess its just uniquely strong then (FOR A WOMAN) but thats just lame and also weird imo

Oh the Hewn City is called 'Höhlenstadt' ['Cave City'] in german and I think that sounds pretty bad ngl. rare Alexandra Ernst L

Feyre keeps going about how Rhys is gonna risk everything for the sake of stopping the war and its like, girlie if you keep jacking him so hard youre gonna rip his dick off, but also, hes not gonna tell anyone where Velaris is right?? Like, it'll still be hidden and safe behind that force field, people are just gonna know of its existence now. And even if Veritas shows the queens Velaris by starting off with a birdseye view of Prythian and then zooming in, that wouldnt be enough for the mortal queens to figure out Prythians geography to the point where they could actually tell where it is, not the mention that Velaris is positioned in a way that makes any attacks, but especially attacks from the mortal land, extremely difficult

Feyre talking about the repressed desire she felt when she say Rhys all naked and vulnerable when he woke up from that nightmare is very inappropriate when you consider that he was dreaming about his rapist, but is also surprisingly relatable because I too like my men best when theyre submissive and crying. its a crime rhysand never ended up getting pegged tbh

Rhysand talking about how he cant bear the thought of Feyre mentally returning to UTM when she just barely managed to leave it behind is funny cuz its like, whos idea is it gonna be to dress Feyre up like she was when you were assaulting her UTM. i dont think its her

I dont know what it is but Im already so over this stupid plotline with Mor and Eris, maybe Im just tired cuz its early but god, i dont ever wanna hear about it again

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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