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riality-check · 10 months

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A continuation of this post. Part 3

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As that long-haired guy walks away - his friend onstage called his name, but Steve didn’t catch it - Robin nudges Steve.

“Asshole roadies,” she says, sing-song.

“Get fucked,” Steve says with her.

It’s tradition, that little chant. Every gig, there’s always one venue where someone with far less experience says something. Steve knows he was blunt and probably shouldn’t have said anything with that tone, but after too many times, his patience is exhausted.

He can’t even blame the blunt thing on ASL. If anything, he’s meaner in English.

It makes sense. He knows English a lot better. He and Robin only started taking the ASL classes two years ago, when he really needed it. His left ear had been pretty much gone for a while (fuck you Billy Hargrove for putting ceramic in his scalp), but he sucked it up and started learning when his right ear started going, too.

Honestly, he has no idea what caused that.

Two years of ASL means he and Robin aren’t fluent yet. Not even close. But between that, his residual hearing, and the lip reading he’s relied on for longer, Steve does alright. If he wasn’t at a gig, he’d bring his hearing aids, but that’s a recipe for disaster and broken equipment.

Plus, he’s learned he can’t focus on his job when he hears as well as feels the music.

Robin taps his arm again. You good?

I’m good, he signs back.

They finish setting up before they grab a snack. The venue is pretty tiny, a standing room only place that serves pizza and a few drinks, and that’s it.

The pizza is really good though.

They finish up their slices before they go back to the booth. Robin is particular about not eating around the equipment, and Steve has long given up on fighting her.

Their jobs are pretty easy, in all honesty. The light cues are pre-written, and sound check was an hour ago. All Steve needs to do is hit the cues, and all Robin needs to do is adjust mic levels and turn them on and off as needed.

This leaves plenty of room for a healthy amount of fucking around.

As Robin, always on his right side, starts telling him a story about her friend’s ex’s (who is also her friend, because lesbians are just like that) latest date, Steve watches the crowd file in and nods along.

His mind, however, goes back to that guy. Someone always says something, and it’s always someone new to touring. Steve can just tell. All the rookies do the same thing; they look at the stage with wonder in their eyes. This guy was no different. Just some rookie giving Steve a problem, like always.

Except that this guy was different.

Rookies tended to want to prove themselves. They wanted to show off their fancy knowledge and make it clear that they belonged there along with everyone else who had a career. They wanted to catch Steve off guard, make him thank them for helping him out.

This guy didn’t do that. He was nosy and pushy and pretty and rambled a lot, but he wasn’t trying to be a dick. He was trying to look out for Steve, even if it was none of his business, even if he didn’t know him.

He ended up being a bit dickish, but he wasn’t trying to be. If Steve were a nicer person, he’d think that might count for something.

Steve is trying to be a nicer person, with emphasis on trying.

His watch vibrates, jolting him back to the moment. He lowers the lights, cueing the openers to go on.

The set list, along with Steve’s cues, is in in a binder between him and Robin, lit by a book light with a battery that’ll die at least twice, with their luck.

The first opener is a band Steve has never heard of called “Corroded Coffin.” If they’re any good, he might listen to their music.

Big emphasis on might because he’s not a big fan of metal. Punk has better bass lines, one that Steve likes to feel in his chest.

He hits the cue when they start their opening song, lighting them in reds and purples and-

Oh. Shit.

That guy wasn’t a roadie. He’s part of the opening band. He’s a guitarist.

A really good guitarist.

A really hot guitarist.

Steve is so caught up in stating that he nearly misses the next cue. He doesn’t, though. He’s a professional.

Robin elbows him, and he turns to see her signing. For one hopeful moment, he thinks she’s signing “hungry” and will offer to get them both more of that really good pizza like the wonderful friend she is.

But then she repeats the sign, again and again, and Steve smacks her before hitting the next cue.

“I am not horny!” he whispers, clearly loud enough for Robin to hear through her earplugs because she laughs.

You think he’s hot, she signs.

Steve rolls his eyes.

I’m right! she teases.

Steve faces away from her for the two seconds it takes for her to tug him back.

“Not fair,” she says, and Steve only gets it because it’s light enough to read her lips.

The band has gone through two songs, and the lead singer, a tall Black guy, is saying something to the crowd. Steve hears it just fine with all the mics, but understanding is too much of a struggle to bother.

He doesn’t really care anyway. He likes feeling the music and hearing it with what he has left (his audiologist said it won’t accelerate his hearing loss, so any hearing protection is a waste of money), not listening to whatever the bands have to talk about.

Anything important? he asks Robin.

She shakes her head.

Steve turns back to the stage in time to hit the next cue, casting the band in blue as the guitarist starts playing a really low intro.

Did you hear his name earlier? Steve asks.

Robin says something, but it gets lost in the music and the dim light.

“Hettie?” Steve asks aloud.

Robin shakes her head. Sorry.

She finger spells, messing up once and throwing it out with a wave of her hands.

“Eddie?”

She nods.

Steve hits the next cue and uses the rest of the time to appreciate the view. Eddie really is hot, in his dark jeans and tattered tank top, grin on his face and quick-moving fingers. And Steve has never had a chance to talk to the talent, even if they’re nosy.

But Eddie was nosy because he was worried. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t so condescending.

He didn’t mean for it to be, the terrible little rational part of Steve’s brain pipes up. And he apologized. Multiple times.

The bigger part of his brain reminds him that it doesn’t matter what Eddie meant it as. Steve effectively tanked any hope when he snapped at him before the show.

Oh God.

He has to do a whole tour with this guy. Who he was a total dick to.

Yikes. At least he has Robin, who is-

Currently staring at him and signing “horny.”

Steve smacks her again, which she laughs at and returns instantly before they focus back on their jobs. They’re professionals, goddammit.

Professionals who are already on less than stellar terms with one of the openers.

He’s so not looking forward to the next few weeks.

Tag list (this is not a regular thing for me but it was manageable this time!): @just-a-tiny-void @weirdandabsurd42 @satan-is-obsessed @honeysucklesinger @coyotepup345 @gayafmermaid @thegingerrapunzel

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #corroded coffin #hoh steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #st #st ficlet #also squad don’t get used to tag listing #i’m very inconsistent with it #gi;pe au

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Tw, I guess, for an accidental outing. It's kind of crack, and Robin has a dingus moment.

Steve makes a weird, awkward laugh whenever he sees someone he likes fully naked. Robin found it endearing when they were watching a movie together, and someone came on because it was also how she figured out he liked men. She didn't call him out on it, though, and let him come out to her on his own. She really didn't think about it when she talked to Eddie and he told her about their little incident.

"So, how is it living with Steve?" Robin asked as she sat in his living room with Eddie.

Eddie was still hated by the town, so until they calmed down, he was laying low at Steve's. Currently, they were waiting for Steve to finish making dinner. He was very particular about the kitchen and he didn't really let anyone help him cook. It was his space, but it was alright because his food was really good.

"I actually like it," Eddie grinned. "I mean, there was this awkward moment where he walked in on me naked, but we moved past that. I think."

"It's fine if you were a naked woman he liked, then he would have made this really awkward laugh," Robin said. "So I think you're good."

"Does it sound anything like this?" Eddie asked and proceeded to make the laugh. "Because he made that sound."

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed, looking horrified. "Tell me that I didn't just accidentally out Steve?"

"I'm afraid that you did," Eddie hissed mockingly, being helpful.

"You have to revoke my card!" Robin exclaimed and pulled a card out of her wallet, handing it over him.

"Hmm. You actually made yourself a queer card, and it's laminated. I didn't know you were an official lesbian. What's an unofficial lesbian?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I made one for Steve, too," Robin said, her face pale. "And an unofficial lesbian is a fictional lesbian. Duh."

"Duh. How silly of me," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Can you make one for me too? Except inside of blue and red, can you make it black and red? Also, instead of lesbian can you put bisexual?"

"Really?!" Robin exclaimed with a gasp. "That's great! And yes!"

"Here you go," Eddie said and tried handing it back to her.

"No! You have to keep it! I'm suspended from any queer activities for outing him. I mean, you can't take it away permanently because I'm always going to be queer but I can't watch any queer movies, can't read any novels, and I can't go to gay bars," Robin said.

"Well, damn I was hoping we would watch Rocky Horror tonight," Eddie said, snapping his fingers. "Shucks."

"Nooo!!" Robin yelled and threw herself on the floor.

Steve came into the living room and frowned at Robin.

"I came in to tell you that dinner is done. Why are you on the floor?" Steve asked. "Why does Eddie have your queer card?"

"I'm sorry, Steve," Robin said, sitting on her knees. "It was an accident."

"So you had Eddie revoke your card?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Robin said.

"You realize you outed yourself by doing that?" Steve asked.

"Oh, damn. I did!" Robin exclaimed. "By the way, Eddie, I'm a lesbian."

"Yeah. I got that," Eddie laughed.

"Oh my God! I'm a dingus!" She yelled.

"Well, everyone has their dingus moments," Steve said. "Come on, I think we're even."

He pulled Robin up off the floor and into a hug.

"You don't hate me?" Robin sniffled.

"Your intention wasn't to out me or hurt me, so no, I don't hate you," Steve said. "Love you, babes."

"Love you too, babes," Robin said, sniffling again.

Steve put his arm around her and drew her into the kitchen. Eddie followed after with a grin.

"Oh, by the way, I'll out myself before there are any more accidents. I'm bisexual," Eddie grinned. "Robin's agreed to make me my very own card."

"Oh, thanks for telling me, man," Steve grinned and turned to Robin. "By the way, how did you accidentally out me?"

"Oh, don't you worry about that now, big boy, I'll tell you later," Eddie said with a smirk.

"Okay," Steve said, shrugging.

"Oh, so, Robin's not suspended then? Because now that I said it, I really want to watch Rocky Horror," Eddie said. "In fact, I have a Frankenfurter costume at the trailer. I might have worn it a few times."

Steve suddenly started laughing, a very awkward laugh.

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed.

"Look at that! It's not just when I'm naked!"

"What?!"

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #lesbian robin buckley #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson

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azirafuck · 10 months

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GOS2 Spoilers Masterpost (ONLY EP. 1-2)

alright, you read the title, you know what's under here - gonna tag everyone who helped this if I know them, thanks to everyone for their contribution and for being agents of chaos the way satan intended. love you all

[Last update/edit: 24/07 - 14:10CET]

first of all, we got some amazing posts from @incorrectquoteswwdits mostly about the first scene in heaven with crowley as an angel:

angel!crowley creating stars and aziraphale thinking he's calling him beautiful

more on that

aziraphale's lies make the lesbians have problems, apparently

communist aziraphale be like OUR CAR

isolation and doubts

THEN we have a detailed recount of the first episode by a kind anon! again, thank you @incorrectquoteswwdits for sharing <3

@goodomens-hints posted a lenghty and detailed recount of the first episode as well with some little hits at future episodes (nothing too big on the post itself, but BE CAREFUL, the blog is actually posting some other spoilers from episodes past the second one!)

@goodomensjail gave us a detailed recount of the first scene, with angel!crowley starting to question stuff and eventually shielding aziraphale with his wing

@mikubinders gives us SOME GOOD GOURMET SHIT by telling us that:

"Beelzebub kidnaps and threatens Crowley, tells him that ze could put a price on his head but ze doesn't want to. After that Crowley comes back to the bookshop and Good-old-fashioned lover boy plays while he drives there. "I'm back" happens. Aziraphale makes Crowley do a silly little apology dance so he forgives him and so they work together"

after thinking this last spoiler was fake, an anon came through and confirmed its real! we also have new context! (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

anon came through with some details about the Everyday record, told us Queen is actually tied to CROWLEY and not to the Bentley, and gave us more context to the OUR CAR and OUR BOOKSHOP bit (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

as for what happens during the Job flashback, after which the sitting five feet apart on a rock in front of the sea happens, a bunch of different versions of what actually happens are going around. @thesherrinfordfacility kept up with the madness surrounding it, so im gonna post here the last two versions of events/details.

first one:

In the Job section, Aziraphale is questioning gods decision of punishing Job. Then u see him in heaven w Muriel here and they are looking thru a long scroll that has instructions from god and he's trying to make sense of it. Muriel is telling him that god and satan made a bet about what Job would do and that's why they are testing him. And az is like whatttt why would god do that that's mean!

When Az finds out they're going to kill Jobs kids, he goes down to Earth to save them while using his angel voice until he realizes he's speaking to Crowley. He sees Crowley about to enter the kids room and tells Crowley "I know you, you wouldn't do this" and Crowley tells him he doesn't know him really. (

AND TY TENNANT IS SASSY AND FLIRTS W AZ??!??!? (*) And THATS when crowley goes "well he seems nice" from the clip. He wasn't jealous tho, like he thought it was funny since they are literally there to supposedly kill these kids and one of them is flirting lol.

The moment of 'weird-beard Crowley' was actually more focused on azi and him questioning God. Crowley tempts Azi w food and u see him struggle but then he gobbled it down and he cries bc he thinks crowley is going to bring him to hell (that's the scene where they are sitting on that thing with the pretty horizon) Crowley tells him "you're just an angel who follows gods as will as much as he can" and Az says that sounds lonely, and Crowley agrees, which is a callback to when he asked Crowley if he was lonely being on what Crowley calls "his own side", and Crowley said no. Crowley then tells him "i'm a demon. I lied"

(*): it was told this isn't actually canon canon, it's up for interpretation - some reported Ty's character is just the classic bratty teenager UPDATE: NOPE anon cleared it up and apparently it DOES read as flirty because ty's character is a little bitch, love that for us

and then we have the second one:

"Episode 2 is half present day things [...], and half the Job story/flashback. Crowley is the demon sent by Satan to torment "God's favorite human" Job to see if Job will curse God, in one big bet between God and Satan. Aziraphale comes to try to stop him, discovers they recognize each other but haven't seen each other since "the flood" and that Crowley seems to have changed since the flood, because he is willing to sacrifice the goats, and ruin Job's house. Crowley says he "has a permit" to torment Job FROM GOD. Aziraphale brings this up to the archangels that gleefully explain that yes it's a bet with Satan and that Job will suffer, but he will get everything back 3-fold by the end. And he will get NEW children. This disturbs Aziraphale, he does not want the CURRENT children to die, he understands the familial love that the archangels do not. He goes to stop Crowley not with power since he has the permit but to reason with him. Aziraphale says things to the effect "I KNOW you don't want to harm them I KNOW you and you don't want to kill children" and Crowley is defiant, but then…. It is revealed that he never killed any of the goats either, he transformed them into pigeons to hide them. And he is hiding the children away in the basement but destroying the house to make it look like they died. He transforms the three kids into lizards to hide them, then when the Archangels descend to give Job his rewards and tell him his wife will bear 7 new children, Job and his wife are in despair because they love their children. Crowley comes in pretending to be a human doctor and he and Aziraphale LIE to the angels faces about how babies are made and trick the angels into thinking Jobs three original children are NEWLY BORN children. Which fools Gabriel, who has only ever seen God make Eve fully grown from Adam's ribs. Crowley then meets Aziraphale at the rock. Aziraphale is crying and says "im ready for you to take me to hell" because he has LIED to angels and foiled God's plans. Crowley is gentle and comforts him that he is still an angel and "I won't tell anyone if you won't" and they reminisce that it's lonely being a different kind of demon and a different kind of angel that sort of do what they feel is right. Heavily implying that they are the same and have each other now. The end of episode 2.

that's what's going around for now, but ill add stuff if we find anything new - also feel free to add to this yourself or send me stuff!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #its not much but its honest work #TY TENNANT IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCHHHHH

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the-flowerwolf · 1 year

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Hogwarts legacy headcanons

While normal people go and socialize I wake up and think about ✨them✨

So there's some headcanons about my favourite Legacy Team (as I call them) for ya folks while I'm writing a really big fic about them. Careful, some of them are sad. And don't mind my poor grammar thanks.

Btw, collages are mine, feel free to use them💙

🐍Sebastian Sallow🐍

First off all, if you turn him in, I don't trust you

Literally a typical Slytherin

A nerd. Just a nerd.

Quidditch? Babe, the only sport for him is dueling

Felt absolutely helpless when his parents died. And that's why he's so protective. He just can't let anyone else die on his watch

Really is a small version of his father and proud of it

Believes that the end justifies the means

Hopeless flirt BUT a gentleman. Wouldn't do anything you don't like

And also most probably believes in true love

A proud bisexual

Everyone think that "he fucks everything that moves" but he's a virgin who "saves himself for the one and only"

As some fan said, he was probably born on 18th September. And it's a canon now.

A great friend but a terrible secret keeper, so for Merlin's sake, don't tell him ANYTHING

Knows how to braid hair into the most complex ways

Pro feminist! Treats women right and knows all important stuff thanks to his sis

🔥Natty Onai🔥

I'm sorry but she's so underrated and for what??

I believe she really respect traditions she were tought as a child

Her favourite holiday must be her birthday. All because it was the only day of the year when her parents forgot about all the dangers and sorrows and they just got together, spending the best time

Most probably will return to the homeland after Hogwarts

Is the only member of the team who play quidditch

(as a keeper ofc)

She's a lesbian idk dudes

A very honest girl who were raised to be a good person

So she just expects the same from others

A very competitive. But not like Imelda. Natty respects fair competition and knows how to honorably recognize a match

Although this does not mean that she will not destroy you to win

Is always cold poor thing

Religious bc I feel like it

Has mommy issues and don't tell me I'm wrong

Will definitely become the best auror one day

🌼Poppy Sweeting🌼

Her favourite holiday is Christmas lemme tell you that

Trust issues

She's trying her best to be gentle with every living being because she saw too much violence already

And that's why she thinks animals are better than people (agree)

She's definitely an INFP and I won't change my mind

Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you

A cliché but I feel like she's an excellent cook

Although she would LOVE to find someone to understand her (like us) she's totally okay with being on her own

Is into mind games like chess

But will go to see a quidditch game just to support Natty (and mc if they play)

Is always up to an adventure

Bullies? Girl grew up among killers, you really think she would care about some bullies?

I feel like she has the strongest personality in here. Doesn't matter what happens she will always stand straight while helping others

Is a cat person

Can't cry bc she was not allowed as a child

💚Ominis Gaunt💚

Just an innocent little boy let's be honest

He may look like he can kill you but he's just a cinnamon roll

Jokes about his blindness as a defence mechanism

Had a crush on both Sallow siblings at some point and I can't blame him

Saw a theory on tiktok that his patronus would be albino snake. CANON

Just wants to have a simple quiet life without any drama

Protective of his friends BUT is more protective of his boundaries

Don't mind his blindness he knows EXACTLY how to be a fashion icon

Another cliché: Omi can play piano

And it's the only thing his parents tought him that he loves. Playing helps him to calm down

Is very private, but as soon as he starts to trust you, he will immediately blurt out his life story, dreams, fears etc

Though he can't see an actual game, Omi likes to go on a quidditch game, because of the happy energy around him

Is sick most of the time for some reason. Cold, stomach ache or anything really

Also a nerd. But unlike Sebastian he's a fiction lover. Helps him to escape reality, especially in his family's house

Clingy with everyone he loves bc they make him feel safe

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #natty onai #headcanon

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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pt XII good omens sEAsOn 2 (the non-traumatic part) episode 1

Alright yes I know, I know, it's been two days since the livestream. I was reading fanfiction. Don't blame me, love made me crazy, and all that. I'm enjoying myself as much as I can before we get to the season 2 finale. But here we go, season 2, episode one, maggots:

[on reading this back after finishing, a lot of text is my being in love with Crowley. mainly, points 3, 4, 9, 14, 17, 18, yes I have issues, feel free to skip that for an absolutely concise and precise summary]

Before the livestream starts, everyone decides that there will be no spoilers whatsoever on the chat, even hidden with the black, because I have a tendency to keep clicking and revealing them. I'm sorry, temptation and all. I have emotional support fruit, an apple, two kiwis, two sapotes and two bananas.

When the livestream starts, it has to be restarted, because I am an incompetent nincompoop and have somehow managed to muck up my settings. And it is absolutely imperative that I watch the opening scene.

So then I do. And immediately have to consume my emotional support apple because I am so fucking in love with Crowley. Already? someone asks. Yes bloody already, I need that apple.

Thanks, guys. I'm broken. Crowley. Just. She looks so peaceful and untraumatised, so delighted with the plans, so full of wonder at what she's creating. Let there be light, she says, and rather than seeing Crowley turn off a streetlight with a flick of his fingers, we get to see her create nebulas. Aziraphale looks at her and he's just instantly so spellbound, and who would bloody blame him? His wings just do a slight dip of realisation that he's fucked when Crowley says the gorgeous line. Look at Crowley. Worried about the apocalypse. Smiling at Aziraphale, and we can see Azi's concern because something as pure as that has to be protected and Aziraphale knows what Heaven will do to Crowley if she dares to ask questions. Crowley is angelic and filled with light and Aziraphale sees that and tries to keep her safe with his words.

Hey spoiler alert, it doesn't work, Crowley's wings are greying even as she protects Azi and Crowley falls and I hate everything and I am filled with unbridled rage.

UNDERSTAND? RAGE.

I am speculating how much pain and torture Crowley went through when she fell into Hell that first time. I am told to not ask questions I don't want answers to.

Maggie sells records, Aziraphale is a cutiepie, and Maggie is very gay for Nina.

Crowley is lounging on a park bench, suit and skinny tie, just being all sexy and demonic and probably contemplating nihilism.

Crowley spreads awareness about duck health. No bread, guys. Frozen peas. He also angsts a lot to Shax (whom I keep mixing up with Michael) about the meaning of life. Someone points out that this is very Barbie of him. "do you ever think about death". Ah, Crowley.

More lesbians gaying. I would kill for Nina's hair.

JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE. I WON'T SAY ANYMORE ABOUT HIS ENTRANCE BECAUSE THIS IS NOW A TOPIC OF CONTROVERSY. BUT JIMBRIEL IN THE HOUSE.

Aziraphale, ah I love him, absolutely fucking panics and has the loading symbol over his angelic little head at all times. FINALLY, THIS SHOW IS A COMEDY.

Crowley is leaning on his Bentley and mmmmhm his arms and his lounging and his personality I am back to crunching on my temptation emotional support apple.

Sorry back to the summary. Jim finds Aziraphale funny and says he loves him. Someone points out that this was the fandom upon encountering my dumbass self. "You're funny Asmi we love you."

Aziraphale is a little bitchy babygirl, really just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. Just absolutely slaying through every Jimbriel scene. 100000/10.

Six shots of fucking espresso in a big cup. Crowley, I love you. Can I love Crowley any more than this? Yes I can. My love for Crowley is like the universe, infinite and yet ever-expanding, explosive with entropy.

Crowley holds the door open for Aziraphale and holds his plate and honestly what absolute husband (gn) behaviour.

CROWLEY MEETS JIMBRIEL WHO IS FUCKING DUSTING AND LEAPS BACKWARD AND JUST RELIVES TRAUMA WHILE JIM IS CHILLING AND AZIRAPHALE IS STILL GAY PANICKING. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

MARRIAGE QUARRELS ABOUT ADOPTING JIM, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE FELL-CROWLEY HOUSEHOLD.

Coffeeshop AU lesbians time.

Heaven is horrible.

MURIEL IS BABY I LOVE THEM HELLO CUTIEPATOOTIE.

There is an ethereal paper file.

Beezlebub beezles their way into Crowley's car and is very concerned in Hell about finding Jimbriel.

Nina's partner is a toxic ass don't worry about it.

Sulky Crowley says he's back and apology dance time mmmhm.

Miracle hide Jimbriel time, but they've got to be subtle. They do the miracle. Jim is glad to have friends.

They are very proud of themselves for their subtle miracle.

THEY ARE SO FUCKING USELESS. FUCKING USELESS LITTLE GAYASS DISASTERS JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN. LITERALLY IN HEAVEN ALARM BELLS ARE EVERYWHERE.

GREAT JOB, GAYS. GREAT JOB.

End of episode one. Take this screenshot.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Possession of the Queen II

Female Reader x Kim Doyeon

Length: 3139 words

Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon

TW: very much public sex

Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!

PART 1 HERE

(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)

“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”

“Thank you so much!”

You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.

“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”

He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought.

Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?

“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”

“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”

He smirks again.

“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”

Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at?

You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.

Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment?

In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon.

She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.

You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services.

You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.

“Hi,” she says and looks at you.

“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head.

You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos.

“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”

“Yes, Queen.”

You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.

“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps.

“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so.

“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”

“Yes, Queen.”

Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.

‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels.

The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.

“Why did you choose that outfit?”

You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.

“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”

“It looks good, better than I thought.”

Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?

“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.

“In the middle.”

Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city.

“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”

She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.

“Everyone should see your pretty face.”

The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.

Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.

As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd.

Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.

“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you.

You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?

“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.

Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her.

“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”

Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?

“Get on your knees.”

Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.

You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist.

It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.

“Get on your knees, please.”

You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power.

Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in.

From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties.

All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.

Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.

Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.

Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth.

You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans.

The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason.

Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.

The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils.

“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.

“What about you?”

She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.

“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends.

“Uhm, I-I don’t—”

“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”

Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.

“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin.

“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer.

“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”

Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.

“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”

Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it.

You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words.

“Yes, Que—”

Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.

“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.

“Keep it for later, babe.”

#kpop smut #girl group smut #female reader insert #female reader smut #female idol smut #female idol #d0yeon smut #weki meki smut #i.o.i smut

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bugs013 · 8 days

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“Shut up and kiss me.”

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Fem!Reader

Not my pics/gifs

Warnings- Men. Brief mention of assault, homophobia (if you don’t want to read that part just skip to the end flashback mark!), dyslexic writer lol, i think thats all but correct me if i’m wrong please!

A/N- am i the only one who firmly believes that Janis is a huge softie on the inside? Like in public she plays the big bad bitch but in private she’s an angel, like she’s definitely the type to massage your feet after a long day or switch food with you just because you said hers looks better. Yk what i mean? Anyway I’m completely open to criticism just don’t attack me too hard lol

It all started when Janis helped you get away from one of the creeps at school.

—flashback—

You were just minding your business at your locker when you felt a hand slap your ass, your jaw dropped open and you quickly spun around to see a random guy you didn’t know. You felt so embarrassed and you were speechless, frozen. “Whats up baby girl” he says smugly and you couldn’t do anything but feel disgusted. “Look at you,” He puts an arm around your shoulder. “You’re blushing.” Though your so called blush was from embarrassment and anxiety. You attempted to pull away but he tightened his grip. “So what are you up to tonight princess.” He asks but suddenly a voice responds. “She’ll be with me.” Janis ‘Imi’ike, you didn’t really know her well but you have classes together. “Let her go, she doesn’t want you.” Janis says as she took your hand and tugged you away from him. The guy got annoyed but didn’t do anything but scoff. “Of course, lesbians.” He rolled his eyes and walked away. You let out a breath of relief before turning to Janis and thanking her.

And thats when you become a trio with your best friends.

—flashback end-

“Babe, she likes you, you like her, it’s so painfully obvious!” Damian said to Janis who was rambling about wanting to ask Y/N out on a date. “You don’t know that. I mean she’s never even confirmed if she’s gay or not.” “Oh come on, you really think she’s straight? Have you seen the way she looks at girls? The way she looks at YOU.” He states. “What do you mean the way she looks at me? How does she look at me?” Janis says with confusion. He scrolls through his phone for a moment then turns and shows a photo to her. “Like this.”

Not my pic

“She does not look at me like that.” Janis said tho the thought of you looking at her that way makes her smile. “You’re so oblivious.” Damian rolls his eyes.

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“Guys! Guys!” You said, running to Janis and Damian in the hall, you immediately ran and hugged Janis, making her stumble backwards. “Oh-” “I passed! I passed the art presentation!” You said excitedly. “What?! I told you you could do it!” Janis said with a smile as she hugged you back, blush creeping up on her cheeks. When you pull back you have the biggest smile on you face. “Yeah because of you! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have passed!” Janis scoffed though everyone knew it was true. Without the help from Janis you’d have an F in that class. “Good job girl.” Damian chipped in before giving Janis a look and excusing himself, Janis knew she needed to take this as her opponent to ask you on a date. “Hey, uh- are you busy this weekend?” “Hm, not that i remember, why do you have plans?” “Well i was hoping we can hang out…um…just the two of us…” You smile, brows furrowed with curiosity. “Ok, where are we going? Your place?” “Well actually i have plans, but it’s a surprise. Meet me at the park on Saturday, around 10?” Janis say’s anxiously. You grin and nod. “Sounds fun! I’ll be there!”

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Saturday rolls around and soon you were walking into the park, you look around until you finally spot Janis, you can see she has a blanket laid on the grass with a picnic basket and some flowers sitting on it. You can’t help but smile as you walk over. “No way.” Janis turns and looks at you as she hears your voice, she smiles, a bit of blush growing on her cheeks. “You like it?” “Like it? I love it!” You hug her before the two of you sat down. You look around admiring the nature around you, and Janis. “This is amazing Janis. I’ve never been on a real picnic before.” You said with a excited smile. Janis returned your smile before opening the picnic basket. “I hope you’re hungry, i may have over packed.” She says with a little laugh. “In that case I’m starving!” You say with a giggle. Janis began pulling food from the basket, various finger foods such as; strawberries, cheese, crackers, etc. for drinks she packed some capri suns of multiple different kinds.

~~~~

The two of you ate and talked until it was eventually starting to get dark out. Time really flew by and neither of you noticed.

“Shut up! No you didn’t!” You said through your laughter. You had been sharing random funny stories about yourselves for a while now. Janis nods laughing as well. “It’s true! Ask Damian he was there!” You have been smiling and laughing so much that your cheeks were sore. “I wish i was there! Oh my gosh that killed me, i’ll never forget that!”

When you finally stopped laughing you laid down on the blanket and look up at the sky. Janis does the same, laying next to you but not too close. “The stars are pretty huh?” Janis said “mhm, not as pretty as you though.” You said in a whisper as you glanced over at her. Janis eyes widened a bit, she looks over at you with a confused expression, afraid she heard you wrong somehow. “Huh?” “Huh?” You repeat with a smirk tugging on your lips. Janis rolls her eyes and playfully slaps your leg as she sat up and looks at you. “Come on don’t play dumb. What did you mean by that?” You sat up as well and shrugged. “What do you think i meant?” “You’re calling me pretty but- but are you saying I’m pretty in a way like ‘oh you’re pretty’ or like ‘oh, you’re pretty” or even-” she rambles, You laugh before stopping her. “Janis- Janis stop.” She stops and looks at you. “I’m saying i like you, ok?” Janis felt her heart skip a beat. “You- you mean you like me, like- you like me as in ‘oh you’re my friend, i like you’ or-” you roll you eyes. “Janis!” She froze. “shut up and kiss me.” Janis smiles gently and nods a little and soon your lips met in a gentle, sweet kiss that made butterflies go crazy in both yours and Janis stomachs. The kiss went on for what felt like years until you both pull away slowly, cheeks flushed. “Wow” she muttered, you nod. “I like you Janis, i like you a lot.” You say as you interlocked your fingers with hers, looking down at her hands in yours Janis smiles, she looks at you again. “I like you too Y/N.”

#janis ‘imi’ike #mean girls 2024 #janis ‘imi’ike x reader

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 9 months

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so I've heard in the past that some members of the band have hinted at not being 100% straight and richard has given hints at wanting to know what it's like to be a woman, could you please give me some sources to those since I've looked everywhere and can't really find them? thank you, if not, it's totally understandable

Another really really old ask, not because i didn't want to, but because i wanted to findas much info as possible 🌺 sorry anon for taking so long..

Well, the most recent 'hint' was Flake's podcast with topic 'gay/lesbian' where he mentioned that the topic came up one evening when the band were chatting and it turned out they all had their experiences 🥰

Rammstein is imo a band who has always been very 'inclusive' in any sexual preferences, and especially in Till's lyrics you can tell he is very interested in anything out there (not that that makes him 'not straight' (to be honest, i think he is, by some other quotes in interviews 😊) but i wouldn't be surprised if he tried some stuff somewhere in life).

Richard did an 2010 interview in Canada (don't have a link to the original, just this transcript) where he was quoted (about 'Mann gegen Mann')

"Actually, Till showed the lyrics to our Gay community, to our friends, just to make sure, because if you talk about something that you not really are, it's always kind of hard. Sometimes you cross the line, you don't think about it, but it could be offensive. If you do something because it's your experience, it's fine, but if you write something and you're not actually a part of it, I think you should make sure that everything you want to say is right. So he gave the lyrics to some friends, and they were very approving."

Which sort of confirms that they don't see themselves as gay so much. Also in interviews where they were asked 'are you gay', they usually end up with 'no'... interestingly, i don't think i've seen an interview where an interviewer explicitely asked 'are you bisexual' 🌺 (by the way, i would be really surprised if Richard hadn't some experience with a guy when he was younger, i vaguely remember he alluded to such in a really old interview, but i don't have a link).

Richard indeed has expressed ideas about his feminine side several times, in the interbiew above he says for instance

"If you talk to me right now, I'm a big believer in getting myself in balance between the female and the male side. I have a female side too, obviously."

And very striking was in several interviews ca 2021 after he did the cover 'Always on my mind' with Till for the Emigrate album 'The Persistence of Memory' and then made it a duet, stating:

"I mean, obviously, Till has also this very characteristic voice. And then it was pretty fast. He recorded one day. And then I was listening to it, and I felt a little bit that his performance was a little bit too male-oriented. So I felt I need a little female touch to it. So that’s why my personality came in. And I think it’s a good combination"

So he felt a female touch was needed, and added his own voice to Till's track 🥰

And ofcourse in 2023 he shared on his ig

"I've always wondered what it's like to be a woman"

Now ofcourse this could just be a Kruspe-caption 😊 but with the 'DT' video in mind and his role in it, it makes one wonder doesn't it... where is that making of when we need it 🌺😊

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From the others i don't have quotes at hand...sorry...but maybe someone else has and is willing to share 🌺

#rammstein lgbtq matters #rammstein and the feminine side #quotes #till lindemann #richard kruspe #rammstein #flake lorenz

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chaotic-saturne · 9 months

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Just watched good omens season 2 so here are our thoughts :

SO OBVIOUSLY BIG SEASON 2 GOOD OMENS SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!!!

- don't like the Aziraphale slander, let characters be ✨flawed✨ and not perfect little beans

- not really fond of the fan theory that Metatron did put smth in Aziraphale's drinking cuz it would miss on the whole Aziraphale' struggle with his morality and basically religious trauma, AND the fact that Metatron clearly pushed him into it, Aziraphale has lots of issues with the statue quo and authority figures, so Metatron clearly coming in right after Crowley left (I'd think he likely saw them kissed, or at least see Aziraphale emotionally distressed) so Aziraphale has no time to think, Aziraphale clearly hesitates but Metatron pushes and pushes again

- love (tho emotionally destroyed us as well) the scene in which Aziraphale is waiting for Crowley to bring him to hell because he lied, as if lying is worse than killing CHILDREN because it's god' ineffable plan, this whole scene really shows the lack of understanding of humankind from angels and God AND how authoritarian god actually is, which is why when Crowley says in the last episode they're toxic, it really hits on point, how cult-ish it almost looks and how it destroys your own morality, how Crowley who is a demon is supposed to be bad but is doing good things and angels are supposed to be good and do constantly bad things, and how Crowley is "bad" only cuz he asked questions (it also makes us wonder, are all demons stereotypes bad or are some shut down/pressured into acting bad? Like the angels can be shut down/pressured into not thinking too much?)

- was destroyed by the fact that Crowley opened up to Aziraphale on his feelings to end up being emotionally so fucking hurt to the point of putting his GLASSES ON WHICH HE NEVER DOES BEFORE INSIDE AZIRAPHALE'S BOOKSHOP

- love the lesbians, so glad Nina was able to break up and so glad they opened up with Crowley on how THEY also play with human lives as if it's funny and/or entertaining and not considering humans' relations and feelings which is in fact a replica of their own relationship to each other (also as a way to not emotionally open up to the other)

- the way God is treated in the show really keeps reminding us of the way God is shown in Angels before Man by Rafael Nicolás (really recommend ! especially if you're a queer with religious trauma)

- happy for Belzebub and Gabriel tho'

- glad to have wheelchair disabled representation, as a wheelchair user as well ☺️

- loved the tension between Michael and Uriel (they should angrily smooch)

- love the fact that both Crowley and Aziraphale use god' imagery to do good when it was not god' intention to do good, the whole morality thing is even furthermore questioned there (let there be the light by Crowley episode 1 and the whole situation with Job)

- Crowley has religious trauma but acknowledge it and Aziraphale don't

- Mr Fell, i don't know i just feel like his name being FELL when trying to pass as human, is kinda funny and ironic and maybe means something more

- Aziraphale being a landlord is UGH SIGH BIG SIGH, however that he is bad at it is actually good and it just furthers (along with his capitalist bullshit ranting when in Scotland) him wanting to follow the statue quo and what authority portrays as good even within the human morality is, well, it says a lot

- Aziraphale wanting to be saved by Crowley cuz 1/maybe it means in his thinking that it means Crowley can be saved/redeemed 2/Aziraphale likes being saved, taken care of 3/Aziraphale kinda puts his authoritative issues (trusting someone too much bc they have an authoritative power over him) on Crowley those moments cuz Crowley is the one deciding and taking control, but at the same time they are on equal foot and everything so it may mess up Aziraphale furthermore into his own personal dilemna

Here's for now, thank you for reading 😭

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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For Star Holder, I have a question.

I am rather interested in the parents in Star Holder. May I ask for some acts about them (You can exclude Obscura if you want, I understand she already has some fact about her on this blog.)

(dw obscura, i still love you)

Hello!

Let's list the parents! <3

Solaris and Obscura (Sun and Eclipse's dad and mom)

Solaris facts can be found here! I did these a while back.

And here are Obscura's, for those who missed that post!

Terra and Ursa (Pluto's dad and mom)

-Terra, baby Pluto (10), and his wife Ursa <3

Terra is the previous forge god and a rather notable greater god.

-Though, he's quite antisocial and prefers to show his care through the things he makes.

-He specialized in jewelry, rather than weapons. Pluto chose weaponry as her focus because she wanted to know all her friends were safe. Whereas Terra believed his friends capable of handling all situations without use of deadly force.

-Ursa was a minor goddess of the springtime.

-She was very focused on the growth of plants and flowers.

-Ursa fell for Terra almost immediately. She loved his big himbo energy. <3

-Ursa did push Pluto to socialize, but only because she knew how bad Terra struggled with his own social anxieties.

-Terra and Ursa made the decision to create Pluto, rather than have her the way humans do. They did this by planting a seed under the star's light and coming back everyday to bless the seed for YEARS.

-Thanks to their dedication, Pluto was born very strong. They say she split the earth all by herself when she emerged!

-Even though Terra was a mountain of a man, he was quite gentle! His familiar was a little squirrel that he tried to rescue but ultimately didn't make it.

-Ursa took an owl as her familiar! A wise and noble creature that had a grudge against Terra's squirrel to the bitter end.

Luna (Moon's mom)

-Luna and Moon (age 13)

-The previous moon goddess!

-Was really well known for her passion for academics and magic.

-Also had a cat for her familiar named Twilight!

-Luna was the kind of woman everyone wants to be (or be with). She was confident, social, and overall very sweet. There were very few people who could say anything bad about her.

-She was also pretty darn sassy

-And while she was known for her kindness, she held a quiet distaste for Solaris her whole life.

-Much like Terra, Luna chose to have Moon the way greater gods traditionally do! She grew him in a fish tank that she kept where it could receive the moon's light each night. <3

-When Moon came out and said he wanted to transition, Luna was fiercely supportive and protective of her son.

-Luna always believed Pluto and Eclipse would end up getting married and was quite shocked when she learned that wasn't the case

-Luna was good friends with Elusia! They often met to talk and enjoy tea together. She encouraged him to start writing after he lost his wife as a way to express his grief.

-She's a lesbian. Just. So very soft for women. (Looking at you, Obscura)

-After Obscura married Solaris, Luna resolved to focus on her studies instead of romance. Thus, she never married.

-Luna loved to collect cursed and rare magic items. She was very interested in lifting curses as a hobby.

-The one item she never could purify was this creepy old book about a rabbit king. :)

Shafaer vi Welunna Thurkear and Elaine (Lunar's dad and mom)

-(Left to right) Erid (13), Lunar (10), Welunna, Nana (8), Elaine, and Clyde (11)

-"Shafaer vi Welunna Thurkear" translates to 'on a moonless night'. His name literally means New Moon. Though, most just called him Welunna, as he lived in an area where draconic was common.

-A god of lies and deals, a trickster! Much like his son.

-Elaine was a human woman whom Welunna loved dearly. She moved to the village Lunar grew up in in order to learn medicine from the dragons <3

-Elaine and Welunna had three children the way humans do. (Lunar's siblings)

-Welunna created Lunar the way other gods are created <3 Elaine wasn't able to help with magic, but she would bring new herbs to the spot Lunar was planted every day and prey for him to grow up strong

-When Lunar was born with four arms, Welunna was so proud, he wept

-Welunna loved to tell stories to the local children and often put on little plays using his gift of illusion. Elaine helped do the voices!

-When Elaine passed on, Welunna focused more of his time on working to ensure all of his children and grandchildren would have a stable future.

-Elaine lived a very long, happy life.

-When Lunar introduced Welunna to Aya, Welunna first words were "I knew you'd choose someone gentle".

-Welunna loved his family. But he refused to tell them anything about his own parents until he was on his deathbed.

-When Welunna passed, his final words to his children were "Don't hold onto hate". This was because he didn't want any of them to end up like his mother had.

-Welunna and Elaine were very well-loved members of their community. When Welunna died, the dragons gathered to give him a farewell ceremony.

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au #star holder #fnaf moon #fnaf sun and moon #man the lore

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No girl on the boat

I wanted to Young Carl x Reader story, I couldn’t find any, so I wrote one.

No girl on the boat.

It was the rule.

Well, there was Felicity, the cook, but they needed her so they wouldn't starve, and she was a lesbian, so it didn't count.

There had been Marianne, but that didn't count either, because she had quickly left after breaking Carl's little heart.

The others said it was a good thing, a rite of passage. He had only known her for three hours, he couldn't really say that he had suffered because she preferred Dave. Even if it was maybe a little vexing for him that she preferred Dave.

"What do you want me to say ? That little one has good taste ! Young Carl, you're too young. Your time will come soon. But for now, you still have your hand."

There were also some fans who were invited when they were bored, but they weren't allowed to stay more than one night.

Then Y/N came.

DJ Gavin Kavanagh didn't ask anyone for permission to invite her or put her in a cabin. She arrived during a calm afternoon, with her big smile and her suitcases.

"She's not my daughter, but she's like my daughter." Gavin explained with a very serious look that was not like him. "Well, maybe she's my daughter, I don't know, I was quite close to her mother, but it doesn't matter. There are three important women in my life, my mother, my sister , and Y/N. So nobody touches her, got it ?"

Of course, this made everyone want to approach the young woman. Nothing was more exciting than a forbidden fruit.

It was risky, because if Quentin had no problem with the fact that his niece had been fucked by one of the crew members, DJ Kavanagh claimed to be ready to throw overboard the first who tried something, and that he would then prevent him from getting back on the boat.

Even though he loved sex and freedom, he seemed really, deadly, serious about it.

It lasted a short week, before the team understood that Y/N was not at all interested in them anyway. She was mainly there for the music, to be with the one she called "Uncle Gavin" and to have some sort of adventure.

She did, however, talk a lot with Carl.

It was probably due to the fact that he was the youngest of them, the quietest, the nicest, and he was the only one who didn't seem to have any weird thoughts about her.

It was not true.

He was just very good at hiding them, scared by the prospect of drowning in the middle of the English Channel, of being rejected by a girl again, but also that when he got to know her he really started to like her a lot. Y/N, and not just because she was the only girl on the boat.

In addition to the music, there were many things they shared with passion. Y/N was there for Carl, she listened to him without judging him, she was sweet, funny, intelligent, perfect. How not to fall in love ? But he had to hide it, which wasn't easy on a boat, surrounded by fools.

The others teased him a lot about it.

"Gavin will kill you if he sees you with her." The Count reminded him.

"We're just friends."

"Yeah, 'friends'. Like Kavanagh is friend with her mother. Watch out, really. I mean, I get it. She's cute. But it's not worth trying an emergency defloration under these conditions."

"Thanks Dave."

"You're welcome. I can call Marianne if you want. Even if you were boring, she said you were alright."

"Thanks Dave."

DJ Doctor Dave seemed to think this was an endorsement, and with Quentin's agreement, Marianne made a comeback. It was quite embarrassing to see her again, especially now that Y/N was here.

Everyone was watching Young Carl, waiting to see what he was going to do. The answer was nothing. He was no longer interested in Marianne at all, and he wasn't going to try anything with Y/N, but this pressure was beginning to weigh on his shoulders.

One evening, Marianne approached him when he was alone on deck. She apologized for what had happened with Dave, saying she couldn't explain why she had acted like this, probably because he was a bit famous, but she really wanted to be with Carl now.

Without waiting for his response, she kissed him, and that was when Y/N opened the door.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then Y/N looked sad, quickly going back where she came from. Carl pushed Marianne gently to follow her and hold her in one of the corridors.

"You don't need to explain to me, Carl." Y/N sighed without looking at him. "She seems very nice."

"She doesn't interest me."

"Really ? Not even for an emergency deflowering in good conditions ?"

She had heard that. Of course she heard that, they were on a small boat, there was no privacy.

Not wanting her to be wrong about him, Carl moved close enough to force her to look at him, but without touching her.

"She doesn't interest me at all. I... I don't care about any of this since... Since you arrived. I know nothing will happen between us, and not just because Gavin has forbidden it. You're so... You're awesome. You deserve better than me, and either you already know it and you're gonna tell me we're just friends, or you don't know it yet and it can't end well. There are the others too. Gavin will kill me, and the rest of the band will be hellish. With me, but also with you, and if I don't care what they think about me, I refuse to let them laughing at you, I don't want them..."

If Marianne's kiss wasn't bad, although Carl hadn't really paid attention to it, Y/N's was wonderful. Tender and passionate, making him shut up and forget the world around him. He wished she would never stop kissing him, but when she did, he didn't move.

"Uncle Gavin doesn't forbid me anything. I don't care about the others. And you're not that bad."

Not knowing what to say, he nodded stupidly, which made her laugh, then he let her take him to her cabin. They did nothing. Or rather they spent part of the night lying face to face on the bed, looking at each other, kissing and talking, until they fell asleep.

Carl thought that was probably much better than sex. Or just as good, at least. And he hoped to fall asleep alongside Y/N until the end of his days.

It was likely to happen very quickly, since they were on a small boat and there was no privacy. The next morning, when he opened the door, the whole crew was there, looking at him with pride, and a lot of fear.

In the middle of the group, DJ Kanavagh did not share the general emotions, staring at him behind his sunglasses. Slowly, he pushed Carl to look inside the cabin, the bed, where Y/N was still sleeping, then he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to drag him outside.

The others followed them, trying to calm him down, but without really stopping him. DJ Gavin had been very clear, so they couldn't intervene on young Carl's behalf. They didn't think he was really serious about not getting back on the boat either, but they followed just in case, to see the show and get the poor idiot back up after.

"Uncle Gavin ! Uncle Gavin, no !"

Carl's screams had finally woken up Y/N, the only one who really tried anything to stop it all, holding Gavin's arm and begging him again and again.

"You had to touch her. You had to disrespect her. Why ? Why did you need to do that ? For fun ? To win a bet ?"

"No ! We didn't do anything !"

"Of course, two young people in a bed. I'm not stupid."

"We didn't do anything ! I love her !"

That finally stopped Gavin, as they were on deck and only a few steps left to throw Carl overboard without a hitch. Taking advantage of his confusion, Y/N stood between them, taking her lover in her arms, ready to follow him into the water.

"... You love her ?"

"Yes I do." Carl repeated firmly, not lowering his eyes.

Very calmly, DJ Kavanagh pulled out his sunglasses, wiping them with his shirt, before pinching his nose and turning his attention to Y/N with what looked like the look of an emotional and concerned father.

"And you ? Do you love him too ?"

"Yes."

"... Good. Fine. That changes everything. But if you hurt her, you're dead." Gavin sighed, pointing a finger at Carl before leaving them.

The others decided they could finally congratulate the couple, not believing them at all when they repeated that they had done nothing. Quentin asked if they should plan another wedding, and if the young man had made sure that she really loved him, and not that she was there for someone else.

Nobody found it amusing, except Dave.

The rule remained the same after that. No girl on the boat.

Marianne was gone for good, Felicity still didn't count, and Y/N wasn't a girl. She was Gavin's protegee and young Carl's girlfriend, a member of the team and a favorite of the listeners, who loved to hear what the couple had been up to during the day, or the night.

Many times, Carl had begged them to stop this column, Radio Rock's loved birds, but it was a lost cause. It wasn't that bad.

In his bed, Y/N embraced him tenderly, repeating to him that they didn't care what other people thought before kissing him, and he forgot everything else.

#the boat that rocked #good morning england #carl #young carl #young carl x reader #young carl fanfiction #young carl imagine #tom sturridge #tom sturridge rare characters

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wildestgirls · 1 year

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Our Last Summer- The Name of the Game

PART TWO RAHAHHHHHH

@not-another-lesbian-stereotype thank u sm for ur soul searching

Word count: 5.8k

Cw: male masturbation 🤭

It wasn't unusual for Sam to get frustrated. He got frustrated at a lot of things, from things like Matthew and James, all the way down to the scars on his body. Now that he was in the Human World, he was able to discover new things to get annoyed over.

What he doesn't usually get though, is sexually frustrated. But then again, doesn't usually doesn't mean never.

He groggily opened his eyes from hearing a groan come from his own mouth. The groan also making the sexy woman who's arms he was laying in, shift closer towards him, accidentally placing her thigh right on his dick.

Fuck, why didn't they change to two double beds again?

Right, Mika was saying something about how this wasn't any different to sleeping together on a couch, and like some puppy obeying it's master, Sam agreed.

Well, he would argue, he was not used to this at all. He was most definitely not used to having Mika's leg pressed against him, so that every slight movement meant that she was grinding against his now apparently rock hard dick, and, having his face smothered between her barely covered boobs.

Not that I'm really complaining, he thought absentmindedly.

God, all this over a stupid fucking dream. Actually no, scratch that, it was an amazing dream.

It was hard to piece together all the details in his horny, tired mind, but he could vaguely make out the thought of Mika in some fucking idiotic two piece swimsuit, riding his dick and crying out, whimpering about how big he was and how good his cock felt.

He pulled himself back into reality with a grunt when Mika's leg teased against his dick again. Shit, how the fuck was he going to sort this out now?

He looked down to see a small wet patch starting to form on his sweat pants. At this rate he was going to cum in his sweat pants all over her stupid, sexy leg.

Absolutely not. He was not going to that pervert who said that nothing would happen if they shared a bed together, only for her to wake up to him grinding against her like a dog.

He gently lifted his arm that was draped over her hip, now annoyed that he was moving further away from her pretty tits. He sat up gently, resting lazily against the headboard and looking over at her.

It still amazed him sometimes that Mika wasn't a succubus with gorgeous looks like that. Sam's breath hitched when she rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her arm up with a grunt, accidentally placed it on his upper thigh, almost like she was searching for him.

He moved his head backwards, with a groan, shutting his eyes from the thoughts of Mika waking up and him deciding to indulge himself in her, kneeling over her and kissing his way down to her beautiful pussy, then eating her out and drinking her up to the sounds of her moaning and screaming, all the way until they got back to Chicago.

But, he's a respectful person so he wouldn't do that, especially after saying himself that he wanted to take this slowly. Not right now anyway.

Right now though, his dick is pulsing and leaking out more precum every second. He has to move now or else he's going to embarrass himself.

He lowered his head down toward Mika's hand and lifted it slowly and gently, trying hard not to press against the silver bracelet he once bought her, until it met his lips and he kissed it softly, before lowering it back down and walking towards the bathroom in the hotel room.

He walked in and quietly shut the door. He looked into the mirror beside him, before pushing himself against the door, leaning his back against it and looking forward.

The air was colder the bathroom, the air now biting at his skin, making his nipples harden. He ran a hand down his neck and over his chest, letting out a shiver. He started lightly tracing down his abs with his other hand, before beginning to palm himself through his sweat pants, leaning the back of his head against the door and grunting.

After a while of teasing himself, he dragged his hand back up over his v-line and hips, lifting the other one from his chest up to his mouth to silence himself. He was already making too much noise, anymore and he might disturb Mika's long sleep.

He reached down past his waistband to his dick and started stroking himself to the thought of his dream.

He thought about what she would be like during sex. Probably starting off shy and nervous, covering herself up and trying to stop his filthy emerald eyes from worshipping her.

He would have to grab her wrists away from the perky tits she was trying to hide, before lifting them up past her head, leaving her tits open to his leering eyes and hot breath.

Fuck.

He would start by kissing down her arms, slowly making his way to her neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. He'd get to her neck, smelling her sweet, fruity perfume, which was now slightly tinged with her scent. He'd get to her pulse and bite down, feeling the way she'd cry out and shiver from both pain and pleasure, closing her eyes at the feeling of his hot tongue tracing over her.

He started stroking himself faster, dragging his thumb over his tip, making him jerk his hips forward and bite back a moan.

After covering her neck with bite marks and hickeys, he'd make his way onto her boobs. He'd move his hands off her wrists, making sure that she knew not to move them. He'd stare at her tits for a few seconds, trying to take in the holy sight before him. It would inadvertently make her self conscious, however, and she'd look away, still being good enough to keep her hands where he told her though.

He couldn't have that, could he?

He'd drag his hand up to her jawline, now facing away from him, trying to hide herself in her arm, before forcing it back to him. He'd keep his hand there just to be sure, lowering himself back down to her tits.

He wouldn't be able to hold back anymore, and would instantly start biting at one of her nipples. He'd bite down, listening to her whimpering and feeling her squirming against him. He'd lift his free hand up from her hip over to her other neglected tit.

He was brought back from his fantasy at the sound of his own moan, his hand starting to glide even faster due to the precum that was covering his dick. He imagined it being Mika's softer, smaller hand instead of his own large, calloused one.

She would start slowly, trying to cover up her own shyness by teasing him. She'd lift her head into the crook of his neck, lightly lapping at the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He'd force her head back up towards his own, bringing her into a hot and messy kiss.

He could feel himself starting to curl over himself from the pleasure, grunts and moans fighting to find a way past his lips. He could feel his orgasm start to build up inside him, almost like burning hot coals stacking on top of one another.

Just a bit more...

He imagined Mika growing tired of his teasing on her breasts, whimpering that he needs to move lower. After smacking his lips one more time on both her nipples, he'd drag his tongue down her stomach, dipping past her belly button, down to her hot pussy.

She'd squirm and try to close her perfect thick thighs, trying to stop him from devouring her. He'd rip her thighs open, throwing them over his shoulders and laying sloppy kisses on them, before shoving his tongue in through her tight hole, unable to contain himself any longer at the sight of her wetness.

At the thought of tasting her delicious juices, the pile of hot coals in his stomach tipped over, sending him into an orgasmic mess. He arched his back up and bit into his hand, trying to stop his silent scream, almost breaking through skin. He felt his hot, sticky cum squirting up rapidly, almost all the way to his chest.

He felt his eyes close over automatically, nearly even crossing over from the strength of his orgasm. He jerked himself one more time, letting out a whimper as the last of his wet cum came out, make him grunt and pant in overstimulation.

After catching his breath, he opened his eyes to the mess on his body.

Fuck, he cums a lot.

He reached over to the towel rack before grabbing one and lightly wetting it under the water. He lifted it and gently started cleaning over his sensitive body.

After cleaning his upper body, his started softly cleaning his stimulated dick, biting his lips, trying to hide his soft whimpers.

After finishing with the towel, he wet it again before placing it on the rack, starting to wash his hands. He looked into his flushed face in the mirror in front of him, before leaning down and splashing his face with cold water.

After what felt like dunking his face in ice, he walked over to dry his face with a different towel. He walked back towards the mirror, leaning his hands against it and looking it the mirror, checking if he looked normal.

He looked... Good, actually.

Even with the scars littering over his arms and shoulders, he didn't have to focus on them anymore. He look towards the door with a chuckle before walking out.

He was kind of startled to see Mika sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes.

"Oh... Um, hey," he said

"Nghh... Good morning," she replied letting out a stretch.

Sam walked over to open the curtains, but then thought better of it, knowing that Mika would probably see the small wet patch on him and walked back into bed.

"How'd you sleep?" He changed the subject.

"Mm, good, I guess, I thought I heard like, I don't know... groaning, or something."

"What? Oh! Um, no there wasn't any noise, it was probably just you!" He hastily explained, a blush beginning to form on his face again.

Mika knitted her eyebrows, about to reply, when Sam was saved by James knocking on the door, asking if they're up, before telling them to get dressed because they were finally going to go to the beach.

Mika shot out of bed with excitement, completely forgetting about how she woke up, much to Sam's relief.

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By the time the six of them had reached the beach, Mika had completely woken up due to laughter.

It was funny, watching the five of them together. She had grown up an only child, and with both her parents being only children, she was completly by herself sometimes.

With no aunts, uncles, cousins or siblings, it was hard finding that familial bond with someone, especially when her father was so strict with her.

That's why she was so appreciative of the boys. Not only did they show her what a real family looks like, but they made her feel like a part of it too.

So when Damien looked like he had a problem, obviously she would be there to try and help him.

"Really, it's nothing," he said," go down to the water with Sam and Matthew. I'm fine."

Right now the two of them were sitting on a large boulder overlooking the sea. Mika was going over to the water with Sam and Matthew, when she noticed Damien looking upset.

"It is something and you know what it is but you just won't tell me, so hurry up so I can make you feel better!" Mika retorted.

After a few moments of him not talking, she began absentmindedly thinking about how quiet he was being.

"I'm always quiet," he said with a smirk.

"Ugh, oh my God you smartass, you know what I fucking meant." She said murmured, annoyed, giving him a slight shove in the shoulder.

He started giggling for a bit until he eventually quietened for a while, the two of them now sitting in comfortable silence, both of them sitting with their thoughts.

Mika started thinking about what was pestering Damien again, when she heard a sigh come from him.

"Fine," He gave up," Just... promise not to laugh?"

She replied quickly in her mind, unable to hide her happiness of Damien opening up to her.

He gave her a small grin before explaining.

"I'm just... I guess-... Ugh..." He said nervously.

"Oh my God, Damien, are you going to tell me or what?" She said teasingly.

"If you would give me a second." He said sassily. God, it was so easy forgot how much of a little bitch Damien could be sometimes with how innocent he looks.

He took a few more moments before calming down.

"I just... I can't swim. I'm scared of the water."

Mika took a bit to process his blunt confession.

"You're scared of the water? Why?"

He looked at her, knowing that she had good intentions, but still having to take a bit to collect his thoughts.

"I don't want to ruin the mood, you're having fun. I don't want to-"

"No, Damien, don't do that." Mika interrupted, Turing to face him, "I don't care about you, I don't know...ruining the mood or whatever, I do care about you being upset though, so tell me why you're scared of the fucking water... if you still want to."

He looked slightly pensive before speaking his mind.

"...The castle that we used to live in overlooked an ocean named The Decaying Sea."

"Cute name, sounds inviting."

He let out a chuckle before continuing.

"Well, you know how my father used to treat me?"

Mika bristled slightly at the mentioned of the man. She glanced down at Damien's skinny frame, bones still poking out slightly in some places due to malnourishment.

"...yeah."

She didn't know if she wanted to hear this now.

Damien shot her a small smile, letting her know that it was ok, before taking a small breath and recounting the rest of his story.

"Sometimes, when he was really angry at me, he would threaten to throw me into it... the thing is with The Decaying Sea though, is that it's cursed, and anyone that happens to fall into it, can't swim up. They're doomed to drown forever."

Mika's jaw fell in sympathy for Damien, but he continued.

"One time... he was going to drop me in, or he said he was, anyway. He-"

He had to stop suddenly, breath quickly hitching.

Mika instantly lifted a hand to his shoulder, hoping to give him something to focus on that wasn't his disgusting father.

He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath and reaching up to grab her hand back.

He smiled at her sadly, "Please... I have to... I want to."

Mika looked at him with knitted brows, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head in the crook of his neck before sighing.

"If you want to tell me, please do. But if you, like, at any point don't want to talk, just drop it."

Damien looked down slightly at her, feeling his quickly pumping heart begin to relax. He could hear her thoughts, realising how serious she was. He leaned his head lightly against hers before replying.

"I know, thank you... you're really good at hugs too."

She snorted before shuffling closer.

"God Damien, this isn't just for you, you know."

He giggled slightly before looking back to the sea again quietly.

After a deep breath, he continued.

"The tower overlooking The Decaying Sea was full of these stained glass windows. They're were quite pretty actually...anyway, one day... my father got very angry at me and smashed one. Like, completely destroyed it. Then... Then he started choking me and holding me out of it, and all I could hear was those stupid waves, and him thinking that he was happy to finally be getting rid of me."

Mika froze in his arms, before wrapping her own tighter around him. He rested his hand against hers.

"He was just about to drop me in too," he said as he smiled slightly, "But then, Sam and James just walked in while arguing about something stupid. It was crazy! I've never seen James that livid. And God, Sam. He was furious, I'd never seen anyone attack our father until then."

He was now looking at the rock beneath them fondly, remembering how his brothers came to protect him.

"And I know that I'm fine now. I'm here now and I'll never have to go back, and I know it's stupid, there's no magic in the Human World. But I just... keep on going back to that day, I keep on hearing those... stupid waves under me, and knowing what would happen if my father let go." He finally finished.

Mika paused, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"...wow." she murmured at a loss for words.

"I know, right?"

She lightly raised her head from his neck and looked at him.

"Damien, that is not something to be embarrassed about being scared over... that sounds horrifying." She said, trying to forcefully break the words into his stupid, thick, pretty skull.

He let out a sigh, "Everyone keeps saying that to me. And I understand what they mean, but I don't want to be afraid. I don't want to have to ruin a trip with everyone, just because I can't swim in the water. I... I don't want to be a burden anymore."

Mika sucked in a breath before sitting up and looking at him.

"Damien, listen to me. You are not burdening anyone. Ok? You're probably one of the bravest people I've ever met. Everybody can see how hard you're trying, even down to the smallest things. I know how sometimes it can be hard for you to do things sometimes, like even get out of bed some mornings, but you do it anyway and end up having a great day."

Damien looked at her, lost for words listening to the thoughts in her head trying to let him know that he is worth being here.

She paused for a second before giving him a choice.

"Look, if it's bothering you this much, how about we... go into the water. And I'm not talking like fucking, going for a swim, I can barely swim myself, just standing in it. And I'll be there. What do you think?"

Damien looked at her silently.

"...I hate how right you are."

Mika laughed loudly at his mumble.

"I'm always right," she replied before getting up off their rock, and leaning her hand out towards him.

He smiled slowly at her, grabbing her hand.

They walked forward a few steps, before Damien stopped.

Mika turned back towards him patiently, waiting for him to continue.

"...I do want to it's just-"

"Getting there in the first place?" She finished for him.

He let out a sigh before nodding.

"Trust me, I know how you're feeling, when you guys first moved in- sorry, showed up at my house," she stated, pausing to listen to his quiet chuckle, slowly grabbing his hand and continuing their walk toward the ocean, "I was always so nervous for those stupid fucking dinner parties that my dad made me do. And yeah, obviously it was hard getting ready for them, but still, once they started, it was so much easier than I thought it'd be."

Damien listened to her words along with her thoughts, knowing that she wasn't just telling him random things to try and calm him down, she was was trying to help him.

He was so busy listening to her mind and mouth talking about everything and nothing, that he didn't even notice that his feet were in the water now.

The only thing that pulled him out of his trance was something thrashing in the water a bit away from them, as if it was stuck under Sam's hand.

After a few moments of struggling, Sam laughed and lifted his hand, revealing Matthew choking for breath. Mika and Damien laughed together before walking over to them hand in hand, the water now up to their thighs.

"What the fuck are you doing to him?" Mika questioned, laughing.

Sam looked over at them in shock before trying to hastily explain.

"No right, ok fuck. This is making me look really bad! I promise you he fucking deserved it! He lost!"

The "he" in question was currently wrapping his arms around Mika, as if he was hiding from Sam.

"He's a liar, I was brutally assaulted without question. I never lose." Matthew murmured, pretending to keel over in Mika's arms.

"Oh my fucking god, do you want to see brutally assaulted?! You're such a fucking liar!" Sam screamed at Matthew, before turning to Mika and Damien, trying to explain himself.

"'see those rocks?" He asked before pointing behind himself," the rules are you have to keep on jumping off, higher and higher each time. Matthew was too scared to jump off the top, so he lost, like a bitch."

"So... Because he lost you waterboarded him?" Mika questioned.

"Well... Yeah. He knew what was happening when he decided to play!"

"You said the loser only stayed under for 20 seconds, you liar!" Matthew screamed in defence, turning to face Sam.

"Right ok, Matthew, whatever you say." Sam said with a grin, making Matthew even more annoyed.

"God you are suck a fucking pain! I'm not wasting my time on you anymore," Matthew declared before turning away from Sam to Mika and Damien, "do you two want to play?"

They both looked up at the tall tower of rocks before looking at eachother.

"Matthew..." Damien started," this is my first time in an ocean...ever... What the hell makes you think I'd want to jump off that thing into it?"

"Well aren't you trying to start new things?" Sam jumped in, "look you're already in the water and you're fine, why not jump into it?" He said, in all seriousness.

"Well...maybe, just maybe though...he doesn't want to just in because he can't swim yet, Sam. Have you though of that one, huh?" Mika said sassily.

Sam paused for a second, staring at her, deciding to tease her, rather than Matthew

"...fuck you, Mika, really."

"Fuck you, Sam!" She screamed back at him with a grin, Damien and Matthew giggling.

Sam took a step towards her, water moving around him, and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?" He challenged.

"Yeah!" She said before him, the two now leaning nearly nose-to-nose.

They both looked into each others eyes, grins on their faces.

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" She questioned him with a smile.

He smirked happily at her, before she felt a strong calloused weight against her chest, tipping her over.

She heard herself screech, before being pushed under the shallow water, quickly holding her breath.

The water rushed over her like a shockwave. She hadn't really noticed how cold the water was with the hot sunshine, until her head was underwater. The sensation of ice dripping down deep inside her, almost to her bones filled her. She instantly lept up out of the semi-shallow water and took a breath.

She coughed slightly from the sudden change of water trying to get in her mouth from waves crashing around her, to dry air rushing down her throat. She looked up, now enraged at the brown haired incubus.

He was currently Infront of her, laughing loudly along with Damien and Matthews amused, shocked faces.

"Have a nice swim, doofus?" Sam said proudly.

She looked at him and let out a shocked laugh.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm gonna fucking kill you, you fuck!" She screamed at him, trying to hide her laugh.

She lept towards him, trying to pull him under, when he deftly lept away with a grin, pulling Matthew into his place.

Mika only realised too late that she'd forced the wrong boy underwater, when she realised she was holding a skinnier arm and straddling a slightly smaller frame than the one she was going for.

She was too busy listening to Sam and Damien's now crazy laughter, when she was once again pulled underwater, this time by Matthew underneath her.

This time, she was too shocked to close her eyes from the salt water, and it slightly blinded her with the sting.

She jumped up from the water again, now going for either of the stupid fucks, and grapped somebody else's arm, dragging them under, despite their thrashing.

She then rose up to her legs and rubbed her eyes to clear the water out of them.

Only to realise she'd pulled the one innocent boy down into the water.

Her jaw dropped at seeing Damien's now soaking head of hair rising from the water, and instantly reached down to help him up.

She yanked him up by the arm, the both of them staring at each other now. Mika was about to start screaming her apologies, when Damien started laughing and giggling.

Fuck, she'd never heard him laugh like that.

Her own worried demeanor faded away at hearing his now uncontrollable laughter. She didn't notice Sam beside her, also looking at Damien in concern, before his own worry dissapating at hearing his excitement.

Mika's own laughter was so strong that it made her crouch over, and she turned her head over to the left, seeing Matthew sitting down in shallow water, also laughing and smiling.

After having calmed down from their ribs beginning to hurt, they decided to leave the water to stop any more accidental drownings.

The four of them walked over to James and Erik, making them both look up in surprise.

"...nghh-" Erik mumbled while stretching, looking like he was waking up from sunbathing, "what are your four giggling about?"

Mika, Matthew and Sam looked at Damien, laughing slightly, causing James to look at him closer.

"...why are you so wet?...Were you swimming?!" He questioned, perking up slightly like an excited dog.

"Well, 'swimming' isn't really how I'd put it, but, I guess you could say that, right Mika?" Matthew said.

Mika huffed, a blush coming onto her face.

"I didn't know it was Damien, ok? I couldn't see, which was because of you, by the way! What did you expect?!"

"Wait what?" Erik questioned, now confused.

The three younger brothers giggled at Mika's expense before explaining the while thing.

James and Erik's faces lit up at the story, the former looking at Damien with excitement and pride.

"...well, you're all probably hungry now, and the sunscreen you all put on has probably worn off..." James commented.

"Well, since I'm done with my amazing suntan, do you guys want us two to go and get ice cream? I think I seen a place when we were coming down." Erik suggested.

"What 'amazing suntan'? You look like a piece of paper." Sam commented.

"...do you want ice cream or not, Sam?"

"...yes, please."

"Yeah, I thought so. Put on some more sunscreen unless you want to get sunburnt like Erik. We'll only be ten to fifteen minutes." James told them, before walking away, try to console a now fuming Erik, who was busy walking away, claiming, "I don't burn, don't talk to me like that!"

The other four giggled listening to them bicker as they walked away. They sat together under the shade, making light conversation about anything and everything.

After a while, Sam decided to start looking for the sunscreen, knowing that Damien burned easily.

After a quick, messy search and small apology to James for the sand now lodged in his book, he found the sunscreen and chucked it towards Damien.

Matthew and Damien started taking turns putting it on while Sam joined Mika, who was now following Erik's footsteps and lying on his towel, sunbathing.

God, he didn't notice how her swimsuit looked on her while they were in the water. The barely dried water sticking to her created a shining look on the contours of her body. Was it bad that he wanted to touch her, especially after what he did this morning?

He was lost in his thoughts when he felt a clunk against his head, and yelped.

"Ow! What the fuck?!"

He looked towards the other two, expecting Matthew to be smirking at him, but seeing Damien with his arm extended from the throw with a slight grin on his face, Matthew looking at him confused.

"It's what you get." He simply stated.

Sam's jaw dropped, a furious blush growing on his cheeks, remembering that his mind was being read, and closed his mouth with a grumble.

He started applying sunscreen to himself and when he was finished threw it down to Mika, who deftly started grabbing at it and putting it on.

He looked away, still embarrassed over Damien catching his thoughts, when Mika asked him something.

"Hey, can you do my back? I can't reach."

"Huh? Oh, um...sure."

He moved over to behind her, before whipping his head at Damien and Matthew, who were giggling, again.

"What are you two, five?!"

They cleared their throats before Damien made some excuse about them going on a walk, leaving Mika and Sam by themselves.

Sam sat there, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the two, before Mika gently leaned back against his chest, reminding him of what he was doing.

"Can you do my back?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah, sorry..."

She handed him the sunscreen before lifting herself off of him, mourning the loss of his hot, shiny skin.

He put the sunscreen onto his rough hands, before gently lowering them to her back. He moved his hands slowly, trying to get enough time to take all of her in.

She gave small grunts of approval when he started drifting up to her shoulders and going rougher, almost like he was giving her a back massage.

He blushed slightly at her small sounds, feeling her energy forcing itself into him. Shit, she was enjoying this too much.

"Sam..."

Fucking god, she shouldn't say his name like that. He gently lowered the straps of her bikini down, pretending that he was just putting the sunscreen on the space covered by the material.

He smirked at her murmur of displeasure when he lowered his hands from her shoulders, and then creeped them down the smooth planes of her back.

He looked around, seeing Damien and Matthew a ways away from them, and smiled.

He raised his hands up her back again, sneaking his hands under the material of her swimsuit again, right under the bit that was keeping the flimsy thing on.

She whimpered slightly, and he felt her sexual energy grow as she leaned against him again.

"Nghh...Sam...not here..."

"Shhh...I know, pretty..." He leaned his lips to the space where her neck and shoulder met, kissing it and grinning at the slight taste of her sweat and the tacky sunscreen.

He leaned up and kissed her on her blushing cheek, removing his hands from her swimsuit. She was right, they were too out in the open and James and Erik would be coming back any second now.

She giggled lustily and turned towards him, murmuring her thanks.

"What the hell did you call me?" She questioned coyly.

"I called you pretty, you got a problem with it?"

She giggled slightly, gripping her sides with the opposite hands, making her arms inadvertently push her boobs together, making his eyes fall to her chest.

"Eyes up here, dork." She said sassily.

Before they could go any further, Sam turned to his right to see his older brothers walking towards them with ice cream.

Mika huffed and moved away from Sam, but not before sneakily kissing him on the cheek, causing him to whip his face to hers and blush in shock.

She giggled before greeting James and Erik, saying that she'll go over and get Damien and Matthew from their walk.

Sam sat still on the towel, before being handed an ice cream by Erik. After a while, they were all sitting together, planning out what they were going to do when they got back to the hotel. Sam couldn't remember who suggested the going to a club or bar, but when Mika said yes, he also agreed to going, knowing that he wasn't done with her yet.

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