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#AND WHY DO I HAVE 338 FOLLOWERS

xi-chan · 1 month

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can you pretty please write ratio sunday and maybe gallagher with a reader who just brings animals home like one day they come home with just a dirty feral ass cat out of nowhere

of course I can love <33 I love this idea

White Jasmine

sypnosis: one day, you bring home a stray- much to his surprise you found it on the street pairings: Ratio, Sunday and Gallagher x reader (Separate) wordcount: 338 (Ratio), 364 (Sunday), 292 (Gallagher) A/N: fluff and crack? I have NOT grasped enough of Gallaghers personality to write enough for him im so sorryyy

RATIO

"No." he said, nonchalantly as you pout with the kitten in your arms. "Why not? Look how cute he looks!" you said and your boyfriend grimaced as he saw the feral look on the 'kitten' that you held. "It looks like it wants to rip my face off. And here I thought you could use your brain for once." he added and you dramatically gasped, holding the kitten close to you. "How could you say that?! He's not an 'it'! Besides, all he needs is a bath, some food and some grooming. Plus, if he were to rip your face off, then it's because you made him uncomfortable." Ratio groaned in annoyance before you walked right past him, getting ready to help your kitten.

He followed quickly behind in fear for his dozens of books and whatever he has for studies. "What do you even want to name him?

"Emperor Maximillian Pusspuss."

"You cannot be serious."

Nevertheless to say, the two of you agreed on the name Cosine- mostly because that when Ratio tried to explain The Pythagorean theorem to 'an idiot' student (he called him that), the cat responded every time he said 'Cosine'.

After one long day of shopping, you opened the door to your shared house and noticed the lack of sounds from inside. Also, normally, Cosine would wait before the door once you entered, but not today. As you walked through the entire house, you stopped when you entered the bedroom, bringing out your phone to snap some pictures of the sight before you. There, your smart boyfriend laid on your bed with Cosine sleeping on his chest as he read a book. He looked up as he heard the shutter from your phone, "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, putting the book away. You smiled to yourself before walking up to the bed and petting Cosine, causing him to wake up and meow softly at you. "Well?" you took a glance at Veritas before you showed him the picture.

"Preserving memories."

SUNDAY

"Angel, this is the seventh time." he sighed, too tired to argument with you actually as you brought in yet another bird you found in Penacony. "But this one is injured." you said, showing your boyfriend the injured wing of the bird. He got up from his seat and you place the bird carefully on his hands when he stood before you. "Seems like a small fracture," he gently held the injured wing and inspected it before letting it rest beside the bird. "poor little thing." he quietly added before looking up to you. "I don't think we can care for another one, Angel." he said, but you shook your head, practically begging him. "pleaseeeee, the room is big enough for another, it can stay." he chuckled before the two of you began to walk to a distant room at Dewlight Pavilion.

Over the past 2 months, you have brought in six birds before this one, almost begging Sunday every time to help you heal them- after the fifth time you realized he only made you beg because he liked it. Together, with Robin's help, you have taken care of all the birds you have found. Even after they were healed, they chose to stay at Dewlight Pavilion, much like the origami birds that hid everywhere. Every morning, they would greet every with a delighted chirp and sometimes land on your or Robin's shoulder, but never Sunday's for some reason.

"Let me get some bandages and a intramedullary pin." you said, rushing to one of the shelves with the medicinal items. After making sure the bird was asleep for the procedure, you carefully drilled the pin into its bone before bandaging it up. Sunday gave you a small kiss as you placed the still sleeping bird on one of the pillows. "What was that for?" you asked, smiling at him. "I am not allowed to kiss you?" he chuckled before looking at the bird again. "This won't be the last, right?" You nodded and turned to him again. "Does it bother you already?"

"It does not. As long as there aren't too many staying here and you still remember that I'm present, of course."

GALLAGHER

"Here you g- what do you have there?" Gallagher just finished giving you your drink before he saw the stray hound that sat beside you. "Oh- this is Pee-wee." Gallagher remained silent before Siobhan laughed at the name behind him. "Pee-wee? That's his name?" he asked before silently mourning over the given name of that dog. You chuckled to yourself as you sat on one of the bar stools with your drink in hand and the hound also jumped onto one of the stools. "I was kidding, handsome. His name is Dexter. Fits more, don't you think?" you took a sip as he exhaled in relieve. "Oh thank god." Dexter swagged his tail as Gallagher pet him before turning to you. "Where did you get him?" he took notice of the amount of dirt in his fur and some injuries on his ears. "Near Dream's Edge. He was starving when I found him. Can we pretty please keep him?" Dexter barked at your idea and Gallagher found himself agreeing.

However, to what he was not agreeing was to you bring even more stray dogs to the bar, to the point where even the local Penacony monsters were unable to enter and the bar quickly lost customers.

"Ahem, don't you think you kind of... overdid it?" Siobhan asked you and Gallagher nodded, "They need to leave. Especially those who aren't even injured." you shook your head as you sat on the ground with almost five dogs trying to lie on your lap. "I'm unable to do so." Gallagher groaned as he gave up, sitting beside you and letting some dogs also lie on his lap.

"At least get them out of the bar. Argue with the Hotel Staff to let them wander around."

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haknom · 3 months

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THIS MUST BE MY DREAM — YANG JUNGWON (TEASER)

∿ 📋 SCORE SHEETS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Jungwon was living his best life at Earl View Academy. He was scoring the highest marks, dominating every exam, and ranking the top one out of every student. See, he was living his best life at Earl View Academy before you came along, destroying his reputation because of your similar level in academics. It had to be a dream, there was no way someone could compete with him. With that said, he immediately renamed you as the new student to his one and only arch nemesis.

∿ TOP RANKS ✂️ academic-rival!jungwon x fem!reader (ft. jungwon from enhypen, baekseung from epex, and minji from newjeans)

∿ EXAM REVIEW ⟡ long fic, academic rivals to lovers, rivals to lovers, highschool au, nerds to lovers, fluff, crack, and angst.

∿ 📔 STUDY NOTES ୨ৎ nothing — in this teaser.

∿ NUMBER OF EXAM QUESTIONS 🎓 338 words (est. 17k words!)

∿ FEEDBACK . . . this was supposed to be jungwon’s bday fic but i never finished writing it LOL so here i am finishing it now!!!! enjoy guys 😁

wanna read the final fic? click here!

TEASER.

“I heard they’re selling Yakult in the cafeteria today!” A classmate said to their friend, gaining the three’s attention immediately.

They stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They gave each other a look that only they could understand. There were no words shared, only their eyes held their words.

Soon after, Baekseung and Jungwon got up from their spots, following behind Minji who led them out of the classroom.

Yakult was their favourite thing ever. It was something all three of them could agree on—that they tasted delightful. Other than that, they all had different tastes in a way.

“Finally, they’re bringing it back!” Minji cheered, happier than ever. Baekseung, who stood in the middle, wrapped his arms around the two to pull them in closer.

“Do we have a plan?” He asked as Minji scoffed.

“Do we even need one? Just do whatever your mind tells you to.” She said and he nodded.

“Smart choice.”

The two conversed alone just how they did back in the classroom, except, Jungwon wasn’t studying. He could’ve been included in their conversation right now, they weren’t excluding him at all.

He just didn’t pay attention. He didn’t even take note that they were talking because it all sounded muffled to him.

All he paid attention to was his home room teacher who walked down the hallways, lips moving as if he was talking to someone, but Jungwon didn’t know who.

Once he walked past, it was then revealed. A girl stood fairly behind his home room teacher, catching Jungwon’s attention.

He had no clue who she was, nor had he ever seen her face before, he ‘didn’t’ even care about what her name was, what time she arrived, what foods she liked, why she was wearing their school’s uniform, or what she had for breakfast.

All he cared about was how pretty she was, and fine, maybe what her name was too. Previously, if someone were to tell him about another being heaven sent he wouldn’t understand them.

Now, he really does because she, she was heaven sent to him at least.

“You okay?” Baekseung asked, looking over at Jungwon’s dazed figure. He shook Jungwon with the arm that rested over his shoulder, startling the poor boy.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m okay.”

Well, he hoped he was.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years

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#338

“Kid, Jackson here loves your attention, but I have to ask why. You say that you love dogs and walking dogs, but I never seen you walk another dog in the four years since your family moved to this street. I am not the friendliest neighbor. I have this reputation that parents tell their kids to avoid me…. Is that why you are here? You want to know if the rumors are true, that I fuck 14-year old boys or whatever they are saying now. The answer is an emphatic ‘No!’…

“I don’t fuck boys. Ever. I have zero interest in going to jail again. And before you ask, I was in prison for assault seventeen years ago. Fucking an underage boy is not worth losing years of my freedom. Especially when there are enough boys 18-years old that I can stick my cock into. I see that smile. Hmm.

“If you are under legal age, piss off…. You’re still standing there. Let me see your ID….

“Good. I thought you were, but I had to make sure. You want to get fucked?... Good follow me…. I don’t give a shit who sees you come into my house.

“This is my garage. Here’s as good as any to try you out. Get naked…. I’ll be naked in a bit. Let me see what I get to play with. Nice build. You look like you work out, but not too much. Nice little fuzz around your titties. Lose the shorts…. Decent pecker for a pussy boy like you. Now show me the pussy….

“Boy, you want to get fucked, right? Then I need to see the pussy. Lean over my worktable. Pull apart those cheeks…. This is one pretty pussy. Make it wink for me.... Ha!

“You cleaned out?... What does that mean? Either you are or you aren’t. When was the last time you took a shit?... Now you are going to get embarrassed? You are lying naked on my worktable pulling apart your ass cheeks showing me your pussy, and now you are embarrassed? Now?

“Wait a minute, are you a virgin?... How many? And how many of the four were men, and how many was it messing around with other boys?... Well, seeing that I will be the first man in your puss, let me explain some things. Men who will use pussy boys like you really only want your holes. Some may want to give you head or suck on your titty, but most will go for your mouth and puss. And that puss needs to be empty. Before you go, I’ll show you how to clean out properly. Should I let you come back, you can douche out here.

“Shut up! It’s just my finger going in there checking things out. If you yelp over my finger, you are probably going to yell when my beer can thick dick splits you in two….

“…Open your mouth…. Look I can’t have you screaming when I fuck you…. It’s just your underwear. There. Now put your arms out in front of you; grab a hold of the end of the table. Keep your legs wide as possible. Now relax your whole body and push your pussy lips out as if to take a dump. Don’t worry, I’m lubed up.

“Ahhhhh. Oh man, your pussy is smooth as silk, smooth as fucking silk. It’s not going to take me long. It’s not going to take me long to fucking breed you. Those other boys breed you? Nah, it takes a man to breed a fucking pussy boy like you. I’m going to flood your fucking pussy walls. Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Fuck boy! Your pussy is gold.

“No, no, no. You stay in place; you don’t move until a man pulls his cock out.... Whew! Man, I can feel your lips pulsating. This is one hell of a puss.

"I’m going to pull out, so clamp down. That load that I dumped in your hole should stay in as long as possible. You may feel some cramping that’s normal. You might also feel like you have to fart, be very careful not to shit out some of the load when you do.

“Take your underwear out of your mouth and clean me up…. And the first words out of your mouth after any man dumps his load in you better be ‘Thank you.’

“Go on, get on your knees. No better yet, follow me…. Leave your clothes there. In my house pussy boys are always naked. Here I want to relax in my chair as you clean me up.

“What? You don’t want to clean off my cock after it’s been in your puss? I graciously dumped a five-day load in you; you should have the common decency of cleaning up your mess afterwards. Stick it in your mouth.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your pecker there. It’s rock hard. Gently stroke it while my deflating cock remains in your mouth. So I take it you like being a pussy boy to a demanding man like me, hunh?

“Well, that was a loud moan. I’ll take that you mean that to be an emphatic ‘Yes!’ I’d like to use your holes on occasion too. You interested in serving other men like me as well?... Keep moaning your yesses. I like that.

“I meet up with a number of my friends at a friend’s house or at the lake. There’s anywhere from five to eight of us. We usually have three to five naked pussy boys to share and take care of us. Trust me, you will be fucked and bred.

“Damn you picked up the pace of your jacking. So I take it you like that idea. Go ahead and continue pounding your pud. Just collect that load in your other hand. You’ll lick up any load that falls on the floor.

“Yeah, you will definitely fit in fine there. You will be fucked by every man two or three times. At the end, your pussy will be a gaping hole with jiz uncontrollably leaking out rolling down your legs.

“Shoot boy! Shoot!... Atta boy…. Let me see your hand. That’s a huge load there. Go ahead and slather it on my cock…. Like that…. Feel how it’s getting thicker? Yeah, I think I need to go for a round two in that puss of yours.

“Boy you ain’t going anywhere…. Oh shut up. You dad is not going to miss you. Your dad probably knows you are in here getting plowed. That busy body bitch across the street watches everything that happens on this street, especially my place. She probably was on the phone to your parents with suspicions of you being a sperm burper for standing and talking to me about walking my dog. When you came with me in my house, any doubt she had was wiped away, and she definitely was going to convey that to your dad.

“Say, I don’t know how your parents will deal with this, but if it should turn ugly, you have a safe space here with me. You’ll be fucked daily if not two or three times on a given day, but I will care for you. I have a reputation of being an asshole, but I protect my property. Believe me, that pussy of yours is my property.

“Now you got me hard again. This load is going to take some time. This time I'm going to fuck you in my bed. This way.”

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spotsandsocks · 3 days

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Truth or Dare Tag game

Tagged by @ronordmann @tizniz @underwaterninja13 thanks

Which friendly mutual would you call to hide a body

@monsterrae1 has my back 🥰band maybe @rogerzsteven might help out too

How many user subscriptions do you have on ao3

338 one of them is me cos I like to know when the notification goes out 😂

Do you have a crush on someone “ OR if you’re with someone,tell us one thing you love about them

With someone, and I love how hard they’re trying right now even when it’s hard

What does the last DM/text you sent say?

Agree 10000%

List the three friends/mutuals with the best takes

So many that’s why I follow you all but I’ll go with @caroandcats @stagefoureddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon

Share one of your favourite fics of all time

Dare? I have no memory skills I read I love I cant remembe five minutes later!! @elvensorceress demieddie fic was very special and I read a good one about Buck being magic and he tried to keep Eddie safe and could turn into a cat which was amazing

List three of your favorite content creators(3??? cant choose just 3)

@daffi-990 @thekristen999 @diazsdimples @hoodie-buck @tizniz @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @bi-buckrights @the-likesofus @hippolotamus but honestly everyone round here is so talented 💜💜 I love reading the words of everyone who tags me

Write one thing you love about yourself

I do like the way I can come up with plots in my aus

Which fandom of yours (past or present) had the best fics

Mcdanno/H50 and 911

Which creation of your own are you most proud of

Choose between my babies! How rude! I tried I really did but I had to choose these four and that’s me being restrained

The Lost and The Found I’m so proud of the plot and especially the Ravi of it all.

Good Knight Sweet Prince again plot and a OC I and I few other fell in love with

Tied To You From The Start pushed myself with this one in a trope I hadn’t done before

dragonrider au dragons that’s all I need to say

Have you ever read RPF

Tag the mutual(s)/friend(s) who knows the most about you

@stagefoureddiediaz knows my name and what my voice sounds like so I guess that counts as knowing more about me than most around here

Now tag some friends to play! Well everyone I’ve already tagged up there👆and

@shortsighted-owl @bekkachaos @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @loveyouanyway @eddiebabygirldiaz

#ask games #truth or dare #spotty things

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glytchedmuffins · 1 year

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WT Twitter Q&A dec 2022

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

My translations:

Q. Please tell us the n.3 ranked sniper (predicted to be Azuma-san)

A. After double checking the data, it is indeed Azuma-san

Q. Are Ninomiya-san and Kako-san able to understand each other based on the fact both like "talented people"?

A. Ninomiya seems to focus more on talent as "a piece that form the unit" while Kako-san seems to focus on talent that "shines as an individual", so maybe they don't have much to talk about

Q. Why are there so few Shooters?

A. I think it's because the top 3 Shooters, Ninomiya, Izumi and Kako-san, in many ways set an example that's hard to follow, and because the approach of "raising and adjusting the level of performance with tools(guns)" seems more possible.

Q. Who was the fastest member to be promoted to A rank after enlistment?

A. The conditions for being promoted to A rank have changed little by little as more members join, so it's hard to say, but I think Narasaka, Utagawa and Kikuchihara were the fastest.

Midorikawa, Yuzuru, Kuroe and others were also fast.

If we include operators, then Hyami-san too.

Q. From who did Amo-kun inherit his Black Trigger from?

Q. Is Amo-kun a neighbor?

A. The Black Trigger that he wields was left behind by Umesaki Tetsuya, a member of old Border.

He is a normal Meeden person (Mikado citizen).

Q. Once Torimaru's Geist is turned on, is it possible to turn it off? And does Reiji-san's Full Arms work the same?

A. Geist can't be deactivated once it's been activated.

Full Arms can be deactivated, but the Trion consumption will be greater than normal since three triggers or more are used at the same time.

Q. Does Mikumo-kun become more handsome without his glasses on?

A. Yes, but most people wouldn't recognize him as Osamu.)

Q. Do you think Yotaro being carried by Raijinmaru is heavy for her? Also, how does Yotaro feel about the ride?

A. Raijinmaru looks like a strong being, so I'm sure she's fine.

Yotaro is "Be the wind. Luksury(luxury) & Eksekutive(executive)" I think.

Q. In chapter 118, who was number 338 that Toma shot during the stealth and target acquisition training?

A. I may have already answered this, but it was either Oki or Tonooka. Tonooka would have been ranked 3rd in that training, so if he managed to escape Toma, number 338 would have been Oki.

Q. I would like to know from where each member of Suzumari-1 was scouted from.

A. Kon-chan: Chiba prefecture

Taichi: Kouchi prefecture

Kou: Ehime prefecture

I believe it was

Q. Tsuji-chan seems to refer to guys younger then him with "-kun", so why does he call Urushima by just his last name.

A. I think it's cause of his cockiness and lack of modesty towards the other party.

He also calls Yuiga, Satori, Hanzaki and Midorikawa simply by their last name, and calls Koarai "Koala".

Surprisingly, he calls Minamisawa "Kai-kun"

Q. What are the names and ages of Inukai's 2 sisters?

A. The eldest daughter: kanade (奏), 23

The second daughter: Akari (明理) 21

Q. Other than Yuma, who else has been scouted by Kako-san?

A. She greedily recruited Konami, Kage, Kitora and others. Kazama-san and Kinuta-san have also been targets. No rules.

Q. When Yoneya introduced himself, he said "Yousuke is fine", but why don't Izumi and Osamu call him by his first name?

A. Osamu probably doesn't since he feels uncomfortable calling his seniors by their first names.

Izumi probably doesn't because he doesn't want to be called by his first name either.

Q. Why does Izumi-kun call Kunichika by her first name?

A. Maybe because he wants her to call him by his.

Q. Who is the worst at cleaning in Tachikawa squad? Was Torimaru bad at cleaning too back in the old Tachikawa squad?

A. Torimaru was the only one who had tidying up skills, it's been sad since he left.

Tachikawa is the least tidy of the bunch, Kunichika only tidies up game related stuff.

Q. Old man Viza and Captain Gatlin are still fighting on the front lines despite their advanced age. In the neighborhood, is it normal for people in their 30s or 40s or older to keep fighting as long as they continue to use their Trion gland?

A. Viza is a rather rare case, but it is common for people in their 30s and 40s to still be on the front line.

Q. When Gatlin, Rata and Wen So were disguised as Idras was it thanks to Servitora(Straw soldiers)? Is Servitora a different trigger as it seems to set up somewhere else?

A. It's a trigger called "Katoptron"[kanji: headdress] that reads the shape of nearby objects or people and transforms your and your allies' Trion body into that shape.

Q. What did Yuma think of his father's Side Effect?

A. Until he inherited it, he thought it "sounds convenient"

Q. If Yuma lies, does it make him sick cause of his Side Effect?

A. I don't think so, but when he looks in the mirror, maybe he'll see smoke coming out of his own mouth?

Q. Does Miwa-kun have any friends in Border outside Miwa squad? Does he talk to Nire-san and Miura-kun who are in his class?

A. He probably doesn't think they are close, but he does talk to Hikari and Muller at school.

At HQ he talks with Saeki, Satomi, Momozono, Ouji, Kashio and Kotaro quite often.

Q. At the end of vol 20 you mentioned Arashiyama "forces Jin to go on dog walks with him", you mean by going over to Tamakoma and picking him up?

A. Yes, if Jin doesn't show up at the meeting place he does that, but most of the time, Jin does show up by himself.

#world trigger #my translation #twitter Q&A #my fave are the Izumi ones #gave me so many fun ideas #he also call Haya by her first name btw #it's the little brother who has an older sister in him

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spacedykez · 1 year

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I posted 15,611 times in 2022

That's 15,611 more posts than 2021!

4,022 posts created (26%)

11,589 posts reblogged (74%)

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I tagged 11,408 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#pacific answers - 2,020 posts

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#art - 1,459 posts

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#unreality - 447 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i dont . have this right. i don’t have half the other symptoms though and i don’t have sensory issues really. i don’t think. like. i dont-

My Top Posts in 2022:

So You Want To Watch Lifesteal

It’s happened. You’ve been seeing your mutual/followed blog reblog posts about this SMP called “Lifesteal” that apparently has some sort of gay clown? You’re intruiged. Well, couldn’t hurt to check it out, right? Maybe the gays got to you. Maybe you’ve seen the crystal demon. Maybe you’ve just seen some sick art. Whatever it was, you’ve seen something that prompted you to go “huh. maybe i should check this thing out!”

Now you’re wondering- so how do I watch this thing? Where do I start? What’s it about? Never fear! You’re in exactly the right place! Here’s the post that will walk you through how to get started watching this Lifesteal SMP thing (and maybe joining in Tumblr’s collective brainrot).

What Is Lifesteal? Let’s start with the basics. Lifesteal is a Minecraft SMP- okay. Maybe not that basic. I’m sure you know the drill. So what’s the “thing” with Lifesteal, then? What’s it all about?

Lifesteal’s premise is that when you die, you lose a heart off of your permanant health bar. This one!

Now here’s the twist that makes it fun: when you kill another player, you get their heart. So if you’re both on ten hearts, and you kill someone else, their healthbar will drop to nine and yours will increase to eleven!

This is why you see so much heart imagery in fanart, and why if you see screenshots/watch videos, their health bars are rarely at ten hearts. Pretty simple, right?

Yep, mostly. Some other things you should know about the life system are that players can choose to “withdraw” their hearts, which means they remove hearts from their health by choice. They appear as nether stars in a player’s inventory. This feature is typically used for trading hearts (although usually a little more... violent) and giving hearts to allies- hearts can be stored and thrown like normal items, and a player can use the item to add a heart to their health bar (the item will vanish from their inventory).

And of course once you reach zero hearts, you’re banned from the SMP. That’s it, it’s over. Unless someone chooses to revive you. That’s pretty rare though, so mostly 0 hearts = death!

But in the cases where players are revived, it’s with the use of a special item that looks like a beacon, crafted with 4 nether stars, 4 hearts, and an elytra. Hearts in this case can function like nether stars- you can use 8 hearts and an elytra to craft the beacon. It’s very expensive, which is why it’s not used often.

Okay, great! So where do I start watching? So first, you’ll want to know that Lifesteal has four seasons so far- no! wait! don’t let that scare you off! please come back! Phew, okay. You’re still here? Alright! I was just about to tell you that you don’t have to watch them in order, don’t worry! You can start on Season One, but you really don’t need to. Most people start on Season 3 for The Gays™️ or Season Two for Clownpierce.

The most common recommendation you’ll see for new viewers is to watch Clownpierce and Branzy (yes, they’re the gays your dash won’t shut up about). Branzy doesn’t appear until Season 3, though, and he only has 6 Lifesteal episodes (find them here). Clown’s been here a bit longer, and you can find his videos here. Oh, and here’s the s3 branzypierce playlist.

What’s Branzypierce? Branzypierce, also known as Clownzy, is the ship name of BranzyCraft and Clownpierce. They’re the most popular ship here in the fandom, because it’s basically canon. I wish i was joking. Just. Click this.

But if you’re not interested in just Clown and Branzy, or you’ve already watched them and looking to find more people to watch, then keep on reading! There’s plenty more below. Before we get into it, if you want a list of s3 events and how to watch them, look no further than this post. And keep in mind, most Lifesteal videos are self-contained enough that you can watch them without prior knowledge! You almost don’t even have to watch anyone’s series in order from what I’ve found.

Starting us off, just. Ashswagg. Communism and God. I really can’t explain him to you just please go watch it. It’s only three videos I promise.

Okay, okay, now go HERE to find more channel recommendations. I would link them below, but it’d just be copying the post. my personal advice: rekrap for escapes, clown for pvp, parrot for strategy, yeahjaron for minecraft farms, reddoons for capitalism, ashwag for communism/god, and branzy for the gays! have fun!

Side note: I would not reccommend you start with this, but if you want to here is all of S3 in order!

And oh, hey! Exclusive, just for you! Here’s a quick post with other fun duos besides Branzypierce!

What about Season 4? You may have noticed that all the links led to S3 playlists. Good job! That’s because S4 has just started and there’s not much content. Before you get into S4, you should know there’s a new system implemented that limits the armor and tools players can get- info here.

Now how to watch it? The s4 playlist, or go here! It’s got everything you need. There’s not much so far, though, so I wouldn’t try to watch it if you’re just looking to get into Lifesteal in general! Watch s3 to get content!

Do any of them stream? Yes! Not all of them do, but there are a good few Lifesteal streamers. First up, ItzSubz has Something going on over there, so go check that out. And Don Turnt streams Lifesteal fairly often. Not sure if any of the others stream regularly, but here’s the list of all their channels!

Alright, so where do I go for Tumblr content? Woo, you’ve been dragged in! You’ve checked out a couple videos! Now please, step right up to a list that is rapidly growing as Lifesteal skyrockets in popularity here on Tumblr!

Looking for incredible art? Our two main dedicated and amazing artists are @kishdoodles and @ghostpajamas, who are probably responsible for dragging most of us here (/lh! thanks guys! you’re awesome!)

If you have questions or want to know more about Lifesteal, I’d reccommend Ghost and @branzypierce, who I will never stop promoting as our resident experts. I’ve heard @rendogdomesticated also knows quite a bit, especially when it comes to Subz!

(a/n: please add onto this list! the four users i’ve linked are the blogs i know of who i see posting Lifesteal content and who know more in-depth information about Lifesteal. I will add more blogs to this list, and I’m very sorry if I missed anyone!)

That’s it, folks! I’m sure more information will be added to this post as is needed! Anything I should add? Let me know!

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My #1 post of 2022

start normalizing long hair as androgynous. long hair can be gender-neutral too.

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May’s words echo around Eddie’s head. He’s pouring coffee in the break room and they’re there:

Maybe she felt like she was missing out on a life she could have had.

He’s sitting in Frank’s office and they’re there:

If she’d been born someone else, or made different choices.

He’s lying on his couch, toes wedged under Buck’s thigh, Speed Wedding playing on the TV, and he’s thinking what if this was different?

“Hey,” Eddie says, two beers and the TV half-light spurring him to bravery. “Do you ever wonder what your life might be like if you’d been born someone else?”

Buck gives a little half laugh and turns to look at him, already smiling. “Not you too.”

It’s not the answer he expects.

“Me too?” Eddie echoes.

“Yeah, we were talking about it in the truck the other day,” Buck says. “Whether we had regrets and stuff, you know? If we wished we’d done things differently, lived different lives.”

“And do you?” Eddie asks, inexplicably nervous. He’s not sure if he wants Buck’s answer to be yes or no. Maybe both.

Buck shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says, picking at the label on his bottle. “My life is pretty good right now.”

A sideways flick of his gaze in Eddie’s direction, there and gone. Maybe just a trick of the light.

Eddie swallows. “Yeah,” he agrees. Right now right now right now. “I like to think we always would have ended up here.”

He’s rewarded with a bright smile, the kind that lights up Buck’s whole face, like Eddie reached right into his heart and pulled it out.

“You think?”

Eddie can’t imagine a life that doesn’t have Buck in it. Most days he doesn’t let himself imagine anything more than that—this, friends—either, but… beer, and TV half-light, and feeling brave.

“Maybe not exactly like this, but… You and me?” His voice must be giving him away, but he doesn’t care. “Yeah. Always.”

Buck’s smile is softer then, something a little more shy, a little more…

A little more.

“Always,” he murmurs. “Yeah, I think so too.”

Maybe it’s the stutter of Eddie’s heart in his chest, but it sounds an awful lot like forever.

You and me, forever.

Maybe he’s not missing out, Eddie thinks. Maybe he doesn’t need to be born someone else. Maybe always and forever are still in reach.

Maybe, one day, he’ll be lying on this couch, toes wedged under Buck’s thigh, Speed Wedding playing on the TV, and he’ll think I wouldn’t change a thing.

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the further we get from the shooting the more I can’t believe they did that. they really did that. live on our tv screens. wtf

338 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

stay (so the world may become like itself again)

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Eddie kisses his best friend at a wedding.

At a Christmas party.

On New Year’s Eve.

He kisses Buck in the carpark after a team night at a bar on a cool February night, drunk on more than just beer and cocktails, giddy with the taste of salt on Buck’s lips.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into the space between them.

And Buck smiles, hand warm on Eddie’s cheek, and replies, “Where else am I going to go?”

They’re tipsy and giggling, shushing each other as they stumble through the door—then realising they don’t have to because Chris isn’t home. He’s at the Wilsons’ house, will be all night, which is probably why Hen gave Eddie such a knowing look when he followed Buck out of the bar.

“Buck,” he says now, his back against the wall, Buck’s mouth on his neck, the world dark and narrowed to all the places where they touch and the ache in every place they don’t. He doesn’t know what to say except: “Buck, please. Please.”

It’s Eddie’s house, but Buck takes him to bed, guiding him by the hand through the hallway and pushing him back against the sheets.

It’s Eddie’s house, but is it? Isn’t it—can’t it be—their house?

“I should tell you,” Buck says afterwards, tracing patterns on Eddie’s chest in the moonlit darkness. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Eddie kisses his best friend in his bed, both of them naked and probably still too drunk for these kinds of confessions. Or maybe just drunk enough.

“I should tell you,” he answers, “I think I want to marry you.”

Buck’s inhale is a quick, jagged thing, messy and real and trembling under the hand that Eddie has curved around his side.

“Eddie,” he breathes, an exhale and an exultation.

“I think I’ve always wanted to marry you,” Eddie admits, “even if I didn’t always know it.”

He should probably invite Frank to the wedding, he thinks. Maybe that cardiologist who told him he was repressed as well.

“Eddie,” Buck says again, but this time his voice is wet, almost wobbly. “You can’t just say things like that.”

Maybe.

Maybe if it was anyone other than Buck.

“I mean it,” Eddie tells him. Promises him. “You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Another trembling breath, and then certainty: “I know.”

Buck kisses him, slow and thorough, the weight of him pressing Eddie into the mattress in all the right ways. There’s no hurry to it, no hurry to any of it, except for the way that Eddie wants all of Buck, all the time, and he’s tired of pretending that he doesn’t.

“We can’t get engaged like this,” Buck says finally, lips swollen, breathing ragged between them. “The others will never let us live it down.”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t care.”

“We’re not even dating, Eddie.”

But it’s not a no.

“I already gave you my heart,” Eddie says. Doesn’t have to say when, or which time, or that he’s been giving Buck pieces of his heart every day since they met, even when he didn’t know it.

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Saw the promo, had a breakdown, bon appetit.

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Buck’s caller ID says Christopher and his heart is instantly in his throat.

“Hey buddy,” he answers, striving for normal, for cheerful and calm, ignoring the way that Hen and Bobby pause noticeably, attention swivelling towards him.

“Buck,” Christopher says on the other end of the phone, and his voice sounds—wrong. Concerned. “Can you come over?”

He can’t. He’s working. But—

“Is everything okay?”

Knuckles tight around the phone, heart thudding sickly fast, already turned toward the stairs. His own worry bleeding through. Buck already knows the answer is an alarm-blaring no before Chris says, “I don’t know. Can you come over?”

A glances at Bobby, a silent response, his captain’s head nodding toward the stairs: go.

Buck goes.

****

He lets himself in.

Maybe he should have knocked.

The lateness of the hour, the darkness of the house, none of it has fully registered until Buck is swinging his arm up to protect himself from—a bat? It never connects, stopped as suddenly as Buck’s face is lit by the flash of headlights from the street.

“Buck?” Eddie gasps. And in the same breath: “Fuck.”

He presses a hand to his chest, bat still clutched in white-knuckled fingers. Buck’s own heart is racing, hands shaking with sudden adrenaline.

“What the fuck,” he starts, and then stops. Starts again. “Christopher called me. Are you—” okay? Obviously not. “What the hell, man?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, his eyes shuttered closed, breathing loud and gasping in the almost-darkness. Buck reaches for him and he flinches, rocking back, bat still held tight. Buck glances toward the hallway: no light from Christopher’s room, but. It’s only been twenty minutes since Buck got that call.

“Eddie,” he says, lower. This time he gets his hands on Eddie’s arms. “Let’s sit down, okay?”

He steers them to the couch, pushes Eddie down with gentle pressure on his shoulders when he doesn’t immediately sit. He feels like he’s moving on autopilot, muscle memory taking over even while his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He’s probably going to go home and have this own panic attack about this later, but. Not yet. He has to help Eddie first.

Buck goes to the kitchen to fill a glass with water and when he comes back, Eddie is curled into the corner of the couch, shoulders shaking, face pressed into his knees, shuddering through sobs he is trying and failing to choke down. Buck’s heart seizes.

“Hey,” slipping out as he falls to his knees, water abandoned on the coffee table, “hey, Eds, it’s okay—we’re okay.”

Eddie shakes his head, inarticulate. He’s still holding the bat, muscles locked tight around it, and that more than anything else makes Buck feel cold, worry and anxiety a sick churning in his stomach, helplessness beating against his ribs.

“Eddie,” he tries again. “What can I do?”

Eddie’s answered is muffled. He has to lift his head to repeat it, voice thick: “Chris.”

Of course. Eddie’s first and third and tenth thought is never for himself, always for his son.

“Okay.” Buck squeezes his ankle; he never wants to let go. “I’ll be back in a second.”

****

Christopher’s door is closed, his light off, the glowing bedside clock showing well past his bedtime, but his eyes open when Buck comes in.

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My #1 post of 2022

Love that Eddie came down the fire pole I know he did that just for added drama his first call back

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd, also featuring established Winterhawk Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Virginity Roleplay, picking up a stranger in a bar, Established Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Threesome - M/M/M, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Feels, jason todd is a bossy bitch actually, Switching, Multiple Partners, First Dates, kind of but not really, roleplaying a first date, but somehow it takes a turn for the weird, Crymaxing, slightly subby Clint Barton, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“Listen,” the guy says, and his voice is low and kinda rough, and he’s got an accent Bucky can’t quite place. “I’m not tryin’ to overstep, but I overheard kind of a lot and like. I know you’re, uh… trying to work through some shit, man, and I get it. I, uh, had kinda a fanatical upbringing myself. But I’m not sure this guy is the one to work it out with, you know?”

Bucky… is going to kill Clint. Suddenly all of Clint’s odd comments and strangely demure behavior and even his clothes start to make a kind of insane sense. He’s play-acting at more than just a first date. Clint’s pretending to be someone else entirely, and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a joke or a bad attempt at seduction, but either way a heads-up before the evening started would have prevented a hell of a lot of confusion and maybe prevented Bucky from nearly murdering his husband in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen on a Wednesday night.

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for the ficlet prompts: tv baking competition au

This is kind of what you asked for, and yet, it is not at all what you asked for.

Bucky doesn't know how or why he got drawn into TV cooking shows. He doesn't cook, for fuck's sake. He didn't cook before his accident, and he sure as fuck isn't chopping onions with only one arm these days. Bucky spends half his time wrapped in his comforter eating ham sandwiches.

It started, he thinks, with Great British Bake Off. There's just something comforting about that show. It's just nice. It was something to do when Bucky couldn't even drag himself out of bed, deep in a dark hole of depression an self-loathing and pain. He could turn on GBBO and just... let his brain rest.

And then it sort of... expanded. From baking competitions to cooking competitions to plain old cooking shows.

And now he's watching YouTube episodes of Oh Crepé!, featuring a tall, handsome blond man who seems to enjoy fucking up famous recipes and telling bad jokes.

Bucky's not even sure how he found the guy. But he's funny (if you like puns, and god help him, Bucky does), and kind, and laughs at himself more than he laughs at other people, and he's fuckin' deadly with a knife, and there's something soothing about listening to him describe his sexual attraction to a pork pancake.

Okay, that part's a little weird, but Bucky likes weird, and he likes that the guy - he's called Clint, Bucky knows that, because the girl behind the camera who heckles him incessantly says his name with with varying degrees of exasperation at least twice an episode - is so at ease with himself, so comfortable in his own skin, despite bandages, and bruises, and his inability to pronounce 'self-aggrandizing'.

He's also Deaf, and that's nothing at all like being an amputee, but something about knowing that makes Bucky feel like one day he'll be okay too.

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For the @winterhawkaubang I created this art piece and I was fortunate enough to be chosen by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy who wrote a lovely work called In The Pool House - please check it out and give it some love!

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Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Original Child Character(s), May Parker (Spider-Man), an ensemble cast tbh Additional Tags: modern suburban fantasy au, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Kid Fic, Werewolves, disconcertingly friendly locals, puppy invasions, bizarre subtle interrogations, roving packs of scheming children, awkward seduction attempts via edible arrangements, a ruinously hot single dad, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Mates, Oblivious Clint Barton, Protective Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Alpha Steve Rogers, Peggy was and remains a spy and it shows, Sam Wilson is a Gift, First Dates, Slow Burn, the things werewolves find attractive are more surprising than you think, Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, fluff and joy and jokes mostly Summary:

After winding up in hot water with the Ukrainian mob, Clint finds himself relocating to a small town in northern Indiana to work as an elementary school gym teacher, and finds his new home invaded by a series of suspiciously wolfish puppies determined to be Lucky's BFFs, and his life invaded by over zealously friendly neighbors determined to feed him. In a startling twist of events, three of his favorite students happen to be his next door neighbors, along with their ruinously hot single dad Bucky, who proves to be just as enamored of Clint as he is of Bucky.

What follows is a classic rendition of thirsting over the hot neighbor, bizarre small-town behavior, and so many puppies.

Chapter 1 of my 2022 WHOB fic is up and includes art from the lovely @claraxbarton!!!

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 338

The Gamblers

“The Gamblers”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean follow a lead to Alaska, where they play a high-stakes game of chance. Castiel’s pursuit of a lead of his own results in a reconnection

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I have never been big on gambling. I’ll buy a ticket or two when the lottery gets up over a billion dollars, but that’s about it. I can’t see myself getting to the point where I’d play pool for…whatever the wager is. Also I suck at pool so there’s no way I’m in this position…rip to that guy, but I’m different

Why am I annoyed that Sam was the one to leave the note for Cas??

I can’t believe that in 2020, Sam didn’t have at LEAST his text notifications off

(Embarrassing thought process I had while watching that I won’t admit anywhere but here: I was thinking about how this season started airing in Oct 2019 but didn’t conclude til over a year later, so I got to wondering about the release schedule. And episodes stopped airing in March and picked back up again in October, and I wondered “now why would they take that long of a break right in the middle of the season??” GIRL, THE PANDEMIC.)

They may have given up hope, but they have something just as strong: desperation

Never not loving Cas constantly using female music artist names for his FBI agents

Omg, Cas’s lead is on Jack…which does make sense given the end of last episode

No because literally the amount of normal things they should have had to encounter if they weren’t god’s most specialest boys til recently is astounding…and they’re really all crashing down around the Winchesters

Oh no, Jack, babes, what is goin on with you??

Lmaooo Sam calling out Dean saying he’s been slinging pool cues since before Sam was born “when you were four? What? Between snack time and naps?”

This pool hall was squid games before squid games was squid games…just…lower key. Just a bunch of desperate people playing their luck til it runs out…then you die. I’ve never actually watched squid games

Nooooooooo, not the guy who beat the guy in the first five minutes!! Do not take that double or — cut and run NOW, Dean (but he won’t. Damn near sure of it)

Im TERRIFIED for what I think Sam’s gonna do to figure out what’s going on here. Dean actually is ready to get the hell out of there

We’re dealing with the Roman goddess of luck

Jack is killing angels now??

Of course Sam’s gonna play now…JEEZ, this is a terrible wager

What kind of mission does Billie have Jack on??

What a weird backtrack of the previous lore of “all religions’ gods are actually gods and Chuck is just one of them and the newest of all of them” to “Chuck created people, people created things to worship that weren’t him, Chuck brings those other gods to life to take the blame when things go wrong” I don’t like it

No no no, don’t make it interesting. Walk away now, boys. Ugh, fine, for the sake of the poor souls inhabiting this pool hall…

What a weird way to write this. Made Sam lose but Fortuna shuts down the hall and gives them their luck anyway because they’re true heroes. Me? I would have done it just because of my grudge against Chuck. Guess she would have had to be convinced of giving up all the people she trapped there

IS JACK GONNA KILL GOD?? That’s the mission Billie bad planned for him

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Running Celery worker inside an app context still raises "working outside of app context" error in task

I am using Miguel Grinberg's article to set up Celery with the app factory pattern in order to send email with Flask-Mail. I've been calling various scripts that use Celery without any issues. However I keep getting Runtime Error: working outside of application context with the following task even though I am running the worker inside an app context. Why am I getting this error? How do I get Flask-Mail to work in Celery?

email.py:

from flask import current_app, render_templatefrom flask.ext.mail import Messagefrom . import celery, [email protected] send_async_email(msg): mail.send(msg)def send_email(to, subject, template, **kwargs): with current_app.test_request_context(): # used app_context() as well. msg = Message(current_app.config['PORTAL_MAIL_SUBJECT_PREFIX'] + ' ' + subject, sender=current_app.config['PORTAL_MAIL_SENDER'], recipients=[to]) msg.body = render_template(template + '.txt', **kwargs) msg.html = render_template(template + '.html', **kwargs) send_async_email.delay(msg)

__init__.py:

from flask import Flaskfrom celery import Celeryfrom flask.ext.mail import Mailfrom configuration import configmail = Mail()celery = Celery(__name__, broker=config['default'].CELERY_BROKER_URL)def create_app(config_name): app = Flask(__name__) app.config.from_object(config[config_name]) config[config_name].init_app(app) mail.init_app(app) celery.conf.update(app.config) app.register_blueprint(main_blueprint) return app

celery_worker.py:

import osfrom app import celery, create_appapp = create_app(os.getenv('FLASK_CONFIG') or 'default')app.app_context().push()

Error:

C:\Python27\Scripts\celery.exe worker -A celery_worker.celery --loglevel=info[2015-09-30 12:07:34,408: INFO/MainProcess] Received task: app.email.send_async_email[3ec772ff-4767-49cb-90ba-445629da30da][2015-09-30 12:07:34,417: ERROR/MainProcess] Task app.email.send_async_email[3ec772ff-4767-49cb-90ba-445629da30da] raised unexpected: RuntimeError('working outside of application context',)Traceback (most recent call last): File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\celery\app\trace.py", line 240, in trace_task R = retval = fun(*args, **kwargs) File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\celery\app\trace.py", line 438, in __protected_call__ return self.run(*args, **kwargs) File "<flask_project_path>\app\email.py", line 10, in send_async_email mail.send(msg) File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\flask_mail.py", line 491, in send with self.connect() as connection: File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\flask_mail.py", line 508, in connect return Connection(app.extensions['mail']) File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\werkzeug\local.py", line 338, in __getattr__ return getattr(self._get_current_object(), name) File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\werkzeug\local.py", line 297, in _get_current_object return self.__local() File "C:\Python27\lib\site-packages\flask\globals.py", line 34, in _find_app raise RuntimeError('working outside of application context')RuntimeError: working outside of application context

I have tried:

Trying to pass the application context to the send_email method.

Moving the send_async_email method to a tasks.py module where the rest of my celery tasks reside.

Rendering the templates outside of the email methods and passing them as arguments.

https://codehunter.cc/a/flask/running-celery-worker-inside-an-app-context-still-raises-working-outside-of-app-context-error-in-task

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danny-chase · 3 years

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Cass stans hating Jason stans because of fanfic is ridiculous. As is Cass stans aren't equally bad of writing classists, ableist, mockeries of Jason in turn. Honestly each group is playing themselves the issue is never the characters its unimaginative writers and people being unwilling to allow characters to have arcs or change.

Look, I don't think you understand how much popular of a character Jason is at this point in time.

Now if you cross search for how many fics these two are in together, you get

Going based off the sheer numbers, I don't think these Cass fans are writing mockeries in return. And even if they were, Jason fans can go read the 36,440 stories about Jason that don't include Cass. Cass fans have 2,370 stories that exclude Jason - which is still big but also less than half of her stories.

Now another metric - if you filter by how many stories are solo stories (excluding all other batfam members you get the following results):

There are only 338 stories where Cass isn't attached to the batfamily. Of course her fans are going to be resentful. Especially if they see fics where Cass and Jason getting along as ooc for Cass. Why would they be busy writing mockeries of Jason when we already have so little Cass content 💀 that would be a waste of time and I've literally never seen it while reading fic. I have seen Cass show up in stories to go - "guys look how sad jason is" and then do nothing else the entire time multiple times - it's not just jason either and they literally did this in canon with Tim. I don't go out of my way looking for it.

Because there's not a ton of Cass fic (of the actually cool badass Batgirl 2000 Cass), yeah people are going to be resentful if they keep clicking into fics where their fave shows up as a human mood ring, despite that never being their canon characterization. And yeah, I'm sure good writers don't do that, but like 90% of the batfam fandom hasn't read her comic, so like what are they drawing off of to write her?

In happy land where Jason gave up killing and didn't commit any serial murders after coming back, sure they can get along. There's my imagination. Cass stans are just resentful that Cass's character is changed for her and Jason to get along in most of the fan works about the two - and that's completely reasonable imo (like wouldn't you be mad/resentful if Jason was a fluffy stuffed bunny hug monster in all fics about Cass), and is funny because it reminds me of a popular anti-Bruce rant where Jason stans were hating on Bruce because Jason always has to change for him. So like. Shouldn't be hard to see why Cass stans are upset.

Which is why I look at the discourse and I just laugh because hardcore Cass stans are probably never going to like Jason stans, or want to hear them out, so long as the version of Cass that's currently prevalent is the one showing up in fics/canon

#i don't think Cass stans are making mockeries of Jason's chronic pain if that's what your referring to with the abelism comment #jason stans make their own mockeries of mentally ill people by claiming the pit madness made him commit murder ngl #pit madness isn't canon y'all made it up #Cass stans pointing out that Jason wasn't pit crazy or whatever isn't them being abelist 💀#most Cass stans hate the stories where Jason and Cass interact btw #because that version of Cass is also just.... bad #if you write fic with the worst version of her character yeah her fans aren't going to like you akkasdfjds #especially when your character is like 4x as popular #cassandra cain #jason todd

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Suggested by @wanna-be-bold. (Because I'm a sucker for it) Kensi finding out she's pregnant by someone else pointing it out

A/N: I hope this is a little bit like what you were thinking.

***

All The Signs Are There

“Hey, have you seen Kensi anywhere?” Deeks asked as he came in, hand tucked behind his back.

“She’s in the gym,” Callen answered, sharing a smirk with Sam. “Why, you two fighting again.”

“No, we are not fighting. Kensi’s just had a rough couple days so I figured I’d get her a little surprise.”

Deeks held up a which bore the name, Andria’s Bakery.

“Isn’t that place about an hours drive from here?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but it’ll be worth it if it cheers Kensi up.”

“She has been a little moody the last couple days.” Sam scoffed at Callen’s assessment.

“Man, how many times do I have to tell you that you never call a woman moody?”

“Yesterday she got mad at me for breathing too loudly,” Callen shared, looking unimpressed with Sam’s advice. “What do you call that? And for the record, I am a very quiet breather.”

Before Sam could get into his partner’s breathing habits, Kensi walked in, looking refreshed and in good spirits. She stopped to give Deeks a kiss on her way to her desk.

“Hi baby, did you have a good time surfing?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was good. And I picked up donuts on the way.” Deeks gave the bag a little jiggle, wafting the scent of fried pastry and chocolate her way.

“Ooh, is that a Boston Cream?” Grinning at the excitement in her voice, Deeks handed her the bag and added,

“And an apple fritter.”

“Best hubby ever,” Kensi sang, reaching into the bag with a delighted expression as she pulled out the apple fritter.

“You know how much sugar and fat is in just one of those?” Sam asked, looking vaguely amused as eagerly Kensi bit into the donut.

“You’re just jealous that your partner didn’t bring you anything for breakfast.” She took another bite and almost immediately clamped her hand over her mouth.

“Kens?” Deeks asked, automatically moving towards. She shook her head, waving him off.

“Sorry, I just-” she cut off suddenly, swallowed harshly and hastily shoved the half-eaten pastry into his hand, practically running from the room. “Excuse me.”

He a glance at Callen and Sam, who looked equally concerned as he felt, then headed after Kensi, dropping the fritter on his desk as he passed.

Kensi was bent over a sink, dabbing a damp paper towel over her face by the time he made it to the women’s bathroom.

“Baby, are you ok?” he murmured, coming up behind her and resting his hand on her back. Turning off the water, Kensi nodded as she looked up.

Her face seemed a little washed out, but when he brushed his fingers over her temple, her skin felt cool.

“Yeah, I just felt really nauseous all of the sudden,” she replied. “Maybe the leftover lasagna last night was a little older than I realized.”

“Well, I feel fine. Maybe you should go home, just in case.” As expected, Kensi waved off his suggestion and shook her head again. She squared her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.

“Thank you for caring about me, Deeks, but I’m completely fine.”

Deeks didn’t like it, but followed her back out of the bathroom without any more protests. She seemed fine now and based on past experience, he knew that a slight case of food poisoning couldn’t take down Special Agent Kensi Blye.

Back in the bullpen, Sam and Callen seemed to be deep in discussion. Deeks saw Sam give Callen a pointed look as Kensi sat down at her desk, smiling like everything was perfectly normal.

“Food poisoning,” she explained succinctly.

“Interesting,” Sam commented, glancing at Callen again, who sighed and rolled his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Deeks asked suspiciously.

“Sam is under the impression that Kensi is pregnant,” Callen explained bluntly. Kensi snorted, surprising Deeks. She was usually more touchy about the subject these days.

“Um, nice detective work, but I think I would realize if I was pregnant.”

“Really? Then how do you explain your recent behavior. You’ve been unusually irritable, I caught you two making out in the burn room twice in the last week, and you just got sick off a donut.” He ticked off each point on his finger, ending on the last with a triumphant expression.

“That’s ridiculous,” Kensi scoffed, turning to Deeks, clearly expecting him to be equally derisive of the idea. He tilted his head, running a few dates in his head and asked Kensi in an undertone,

“Did you take a pregnancy test this month?”

“No, but...I would know, right? There’s no way I can be pregnant,” she said, looking like she was trying to convince herself. Maybe trying to stop herself from getting too excited.

“Here, have a bite of this,” Callen suggested, tossing the uneaten donut in front of Kensi. She took one look at it and practically gagged, covering her mouth and nose again as she pushed it away.

“Oh my god, please get rid of that!” Deeks quickly reached over and shoved it into the garbage, glaring at Callen who looked extremely pleased with himself.

“I’m not a pregnancy test, but I’d say you’re probably pregnant.”

“This is incredible,” Deeks murmured, kneeling in front Kensi and grasping her hands between his. Resting her forehead against his, Kensi let out a shaky breath.

“We did it,” she whispered back, finally giving in to a giant smile. She let out a joyful laugh and grasped head between her palms, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss.

“Man, you guys are going to be even worse than usual,” Sam groaned from beside them. Honestly, Deeks had all but forgotten they weren’t the only two in the room.

“Just wait til the pregnancy hormones really kick in,” Callen said. “We’ll have to use a cattle prod to keep them apart.”

“I can’t wait,” Kensi said happily, tugging Deeks down for another kiss. In the background, Sam groaned again.

***

A/N: I have no idea if there’s a place called Andria’s Bakery.

Thanks for the prompt!

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Here’s how the first day of school (sans kids) went down:

1. As usual, no one at the school knew I was coming.

2. I do not have email, access to the WiFi, or my online caseload yet.

3. I found out I got a really poor grade on a grad school assignment and nearly had a panic attack before I figured out that the wrong draft had submitted somehow. Fortunately the professor allowed me to resubmit.

4. One of the kids on my caseload (based on paper reports) has the middle name Skywalker and another has the first name Emmalee.

5. I feel a tiny bit better that the veteran SLP I’m replacing was just about as disorganized as I can be.

6. Nearly killed myself a couple times on 45 minute drive back.

I hope you enjoyed this highly exciting recap.

49 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 21:57:33 GMT

Effort: 10/10. Execution: 5/10. The latest venture in baking.

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A/N: Once again, I went a bit dark with this. I hope it’s not too much.

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Where It Hurts Most, Part 4

“Do you see anything that looks different?” Callen asked Kensi, keeping a few feet back as she slowly walked through the kitchen. Sam and Rountree had already been through the house and found nothing useful.

Kessler’s fingerprints were everywhere, but his were the only ones. There was a strip of yellow tape cutting off the kitchen from the rest of the house. It was yet another sign of violation. She ripped it off, not caring if it was against protocol.

“He obviously moved some things. I don’t see anything that could be taken as another message or used to trace him,” she responded finally. “It’s just another power play.”

“It seems like a pretty risky move to break in if he wasn’t going to leave anything behind.”

“It would have been enough for him to just be here.” She noticed the coffee mug Deeks always used was on the counter instead of the cabinet where they usually kept it. She ran her finger across the rim, picturing Deeks leaning against the counter sipping at his morning coffee. “He knows how violating this would feel and he gets a kick out of it.”

She straightened a few more things before turning back to Callen. He was watching her cautiously, like at any moment she might explode if he wasn’t careful.

“If you have something on your mind, spit it out.”

“Kens…don’t let him do this. You let him get inside your head like this and he’s already won,” he said.

“I’m not letting him get to me, Callen. I just know how he thinks,” she said firmly. Even if it wasn’t completely true, Callen didn’t need to know that. She wasn’t going to be benched. Not when Deeks’ was in danger.

Her phone range and she pulled it out, giving the screen a brief glance before she answered, turning on the speaker.

“What do you have, Fatima?”

“Hi guys, I was able to ID three of men who attacked Deeks. Two of them are off the grid completely no cell phone or credit activity,” Fatima answered quickly.

“But…” Callen prompted, glancing at Kensi again.

“But I was able to get a cell signal for the last using the message he sent to Deeks’ phone. I don’t know if he was just sloppy or if was on purpose.”

“Tell me you have an address,” Kensi demanded. She was half way to the door before Fatima even had a chance to answer.

“I do. The message was sent from a building that used to be a garage of some kind,” Fatima continued. “There aren’t any security cameras in the area, so I can’t confirm if Kessler or any of his men have been there. It could be a red herring.”

“It’s not.” She caught Callen’s eye and knew based on his grim expression, that he’d come to the same conclusion as her. It wasn’t an accident that Kessler had chosen a garage to hold Deeks. “Send the coordinates to my phone, we’re on our way.

***

“I’m glad you find me attractive,” Deeks whispered, his voice barely more than a growl.

Kessler set the metal device back down, but Deeks didn’t feel any relief. His attempts to control his reaction were completely out the window now and he felt moisture sliding down the middle of his back as he forced himself not to fight against the straps binding him. Although they were far from loose, he felt a small amount of give.

“You can keep trying to distract me, Detective. It’s not going to work,” Kessler responded, making a sound to himself as he fiddled with the box, shifting items around. After a minute or so he removed a small blade. It almost looked like a scalpel, only more lethal.

Deeks shivered, Kessler’s comment about his face making more sense. He needed to do something quickly while he had the chance.

“Really? What if I told you that Kensi thinks about you all the time?” He hated himself for saying it, for dropping to Kessler’s level.

Kessler didn’t react at all for a moment, then he let out the quietest of sighs that made Deeks’ stomach crawl.

“Tell me more.”

“She hates it,” Deeks continued, licking his lips. “She hates that you’re in her mind.” Turning slowly, Kessler crept forward and knelt in front of him. His eyes were gleaming with excitement and Deeks hatred for him bubbled up inside of him.

He acted almost instinctively, slamming his forehead into Kessler’s nose and the other man reared back, dropping the knife as he clamped his hands to his face. Deeks ripped his arms free, ignoring the feeling of his skin tearing along with the binds, and slammed his chair into Kessler’s side who crashed to the ground.

Deeks followed him to the floor, wrapping one arm around his neck and holding it taught with the other.

“I lied,” he hissed into Kessler’s ear, increasing the pressure until he choked. It gave him a perverse pleasure to literally feel the man’s fear as he fought against him, growing more frantic with every second. “She hasn’t thought of you at all.”

Kessler’s body started to grow lax, but he still didn’t let go. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t move again.

The door burst open an light flooded the room as, voices shouting at him. Deeks clung to Kessler even as the same men who had attacked him before roughly tugged him away, jerking his arms behind his back so hard it felt like they might dislocate.

For a second, he though Kessler might be dead, but then he stirred and coughed, gasping as he crawled to his knees. Deeks heard a click and one of the men forced a gun beneath his chin, a mercenary gleam in his eye.

“Don’t kill him,” Kessler ordered unexpectedly, clumsily getting to his feet. He wiped blood off his face, his eyes hard and angry. “Not yet. Tie him up again and tell me when it’s done. Make sure he can’t get out this time.”

***

A/N: Oh dear, I just can’t give poor Deeks a break. What is happening with me? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this.

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Can you do a Drabble where Kensi and the team see Deeks with a woman in their day off, causing Kensi to get jealous. The next day back at work, Deeks notices everyone, espicially Kensi acting weird around him. This story is set before Kensi and Deeks got together.

A/N: I may have tweaked the prompt a little bit to suit my purposes.

Rumor Has It

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“Today really sucked,” Kensi muttered, pressing a cold bottle of Coors to her swollen jaw. It tasted awful, but right now she didn’t really care as long as it was icy and had an alcohol content.9

“Cheer up, Kens,” Callen said, shaking her shoulder reassuringly. “You almost had that guy.”

Kensi shot him a look that said he was not helping at all. They were silent for a couple of minutes while Kensi wallowed in self-pity. Although she knew it wasn’t her fault, it bothered her that she’d struggled to take down a suspect. Even though he was twice her size and trained in martial arts, she was definitely taking it personally.

“It’s too bad Deeks couldn’t make it,” Nell said, clearly trying to draw Kensi out. He’d been the one to step in and taken out their suspect while she lay passed out on the ground.

Kensi had woken up cradled in his arms while he waited for the ambulance to arrive. Her cheeks warmed a little at the memory.

“Yeah, where is your night in shining armor?” Callen teased.

“He said he had something to do at LAPD,” Kensi answered, trying not to let her disappointment show. The last few months something had shifted in their relationship, which was equally terrifying as it was exciting. A little part of her had been hoping to spend the evening at Deeks’ apartment.

“Did Deeks say what he was doing for LAPD?” Sam asked, am odd edge to his tone.

“Um, filing case reports, I think. Why?”

“Because he’s here and the blonde he’s with doesn’t look like any paperwork I’ve ever seen.” Everyone turned as Sam gestured towards the exit with his chin.

Deeks had his back to them, in the process of helping a short woman with her jacket. A little desperately, Kensi tried to think of some explanation to explain it. Then the little blonde rose up on her toes, kissing him more thoroughly that his chivalrous act warranted, and Deeks slid his arm around her waist.

Feeling sick, Kensi glanced down at the beer in her hand, unable to watch anymore.

“I’m sure Deeks has a good reason-” Eric started to say.

“Yeah, clearly he has a girlfriend,” Kensi interrupted, forcing sarcasm into her voice to hide her disappointment and rising anger. “I don’t know why he thought he had to hide her.”

“You want us to have “a talk” with him?” Sam asked darkly.

“Of course not.” Kensi laughed off his offer and downed the rest of her beer. “Deeks is completely free to date whoever he wants.”

“Uh-huh. Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind.”

Deeks forced another smile, raising her finger for another drink.

***

Deeks walked into the bullpen, trying to conceal a massive yawn. It had been after 3 by the time he got home and he was running on fumes.

“Late night?” Sam asked casually, naturally catching the gesture.

“Yeah, LAPD stuff.”

“Really.” Sam nodded, like he really didn’t believe Deeks’ explanation.

Shaking his head, Deeks turned to Kensi, who currently bent over a file. At this angle he couldn’t see more that her forehead. She didn’t look up until he stood right in front of her desk.

“Hey, how’s your jaw? It looked pretty nasty yesterday..”

“Bruised and swollen,” Kensi answered shortly, tilting her chin up so he could see said bruising in all its purple glory. “Gees, I think it looks worse than it did yesterday.” Without thinking, he reached to touch her cheek, but she blocked him with her forearm.

“I’m extremely busy right now, Deeks. So if you could keep the talking and distraction to minimum, that would be great.”

The dismissal was clear in her tone and Deeks dropped his and, reluctantly turned to his desk. As he sat down, Deeks caught Callen’s eye, surprised when he found mild disappointment there.

By afternoon, Deeks had just about enough. Everyone on the team, including Eric and Nell, had been giving him the cold shoulder all day. Although Deeks had a sense that Eric was simultaneously trying to apologize.

As Kensi ignored him for the 12 path time in an hour, Deeks slammed his laptop shut, clearing his throat noisily.

“Ok, what the hell is going on?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, Deek,” Callen said so mildly that Deeks could have punched him.

“Oh come on, Sam’s keeps glaring at me, Eric and Nell are screening my calls, and Kensi, you’re barely talking to me,” Deeks rattled off. “Clearly, something happened.”

“Let’s just say we’re a little surprised by your extracurriculars,” Callen explained, which cleared up absolutely nothing.

“What?”

“Oh my god. We saw you last night,” Kensi blurted out, the anger in her voice, which perfectly matched her glare of apparent disgust. “So you can stop lying.”

“Wait, what exactly did you see?” Deeks asked, worried by the possibility that he had somehow missed the entire team, especially since they weren’t exactly the most subtle of groups when alcohol was involved.

“More than enough. Enough to know that you lied to me about going to LAPD last night.”

“Kens, I can explain-”

“What I saw last night was enough explanation for me,” she interrupted him, standing abruptly. “Now I’m going up to OPS and if you even so much as think of following me, I will try out my new throwing knife on you.”

Deeks stood there for a second, watching her ascend the stairs with barely concealed rage, and turned to Sam and Callen in confusion.

“You guys what to tell me what going on?”

“Not really.” Callen shrugged.

“My only advice is to keep your distance and wear a cup,” Sam suggested.

***

A/N: Part 2?

Thanks for the prompt!

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ANASTASIA THE MUSICAL DRAMATURGICAL INFORMATION

I had to research all of this information as part of an assignment for one of my classes this past year at university. Enjoy!

disclaimer: I am not Russian, and do not have a super big in-depth background in Russian history, culture, or geography. The following information is accurate to the best of my knowledge, but parts of this post involve heavy amounts of conjecture about travel times, and it’s also possible that there may be some errors, of which if you spot any, of course, please correct me.

content warnings: This post discusses at length the historical/canonical death of the Romanov family, along with brief implication/discussion of animal death

Anya and her Fitbit

when Anya says she walked Russia, girl ain’t kidding

If she walked from city to city without ever hitching a ride, girl got her steps in

from the jobs that she mentions she has worked in the show, she has chronologically worked in the following places

Perm - hospital worker

Odessa (located in modern-day Ukraine) - dishwasher

St. Petersburg/Leningrad - street sweeper

prior to Perm, she was living with her family in the Ipatiev House (also known as the House of Special Purpose) in Yekaterinberg, but following the death of the Romanovs, the bodies were transported first approximately half an hour north to the Koptyaki forest, then once again south to Ganina Yama, which is about half an hour west of Yekaterinberg (these distances considered for vehicles not for walking)

Anya mentions being found on the side of the road, with fresh vehicular tracks in the snow (it was July when this happened, and I attempted to figure out how likely snow would have been to occur, but didn’t really come up with anything conclusive, but it leads more towards being unlikely but not entirely outside the realm of possibility), and recounts the events that happened in the basement, which means that she likely escaped from the truck afterwards somewhere between Yekaterinburg and the Koptyaki forest

So the following distances are according to Google Maps with the walking option turned on, so obviously take this with a grain of salt, but here is the approximate time it would take to walk between those areas without stopping:

Yekaterinberg to Perm/Koptyaki Forest to Perm (see note below) ~ 3.04/3.2 days (73/77 hours)

Perm to Odessa ~ 21.125 days (507 hours)

Odessa to St. Petersburg ~ 14.0833 days (338 hours)

as mentioned before, Anya said that she was found on the side of the road by fresh tracks, so it’s likely that she didn’t make it all the way to Perm, or even that she walked very far from where she escaped the truck transporting the bodies

Patronymics, diminutives, and historical inaccuracy, oh my!

the musical has a surprising lack of Russian patronymics, as the only named character to really have one is Anastasia, given that she actually has a historical patronymic, but the fact that no one else has one is just like...kinda weird

common fanon is that Dmitry’s full name is Dmitri Sudayev, as that was the name of a real servant of the Romanov family. Sources very on what his full name is, Dimitri Floydorovich Sudayev or Dimitry Nikolayevich Antonov, but the historical record lists his father’s name as Nikolai Aleksevich Sudayev, which means that in all likelihood his name would be Dmitry Nikolayevich Sudayev

however, given that Dmitry’s backstory was changed for the musical and is no longer a former servant of the Romanovs but instead the son of an anarchist that died in a labor camp, his patronymic and family name are technically kind of a free-for-all

as mentioned in the musical, his diminuative is Dima

One of the men involved in the killing of the Romanovs was named Stephan Vaganov, which is presumably where Gleb’s surname comes from, which makes Gleb’s patronymic Stephanovich

ergo, his full name is Gleb Stephanovich Vaganov

the diminutive for Anastasia is NOT Anya, it is Nastya

Anya is a diminutive of Anna, which itself derives from the name Hannah

this itself isn’t necessarily a bad thing, because Anya had amnesia, and wouldn’t know her name and the correct diminutive

Lily’s surname (Malevsky-Malevitch) is an example of a double surname, which is an indication her priviledge and higher social class, as they were adopted to distinguish from different branches of the same family, and to differentiate between different members of the same family as well

now onto my favorite controversial name from the show: Toby. Anya mentions having a dog that she holds to her during the moment where the Romanovs are killed, which is true to historical record, except her dog wasn’t named Toby. His name was Jimmy. I have literally no idea why they felt that it was necessary to change the dog’s name. It’s not even hard to find this information out, it’s in practically every account on the Romanovs, and even can easily be found on the Wikipedia page.

Jumping off a moving train (not clickbait!) and the return of the fitbit

Anya mentions that they will take the train at midnight from the Finland station, which is obstensibly the St. Petersburg-Finlyandsky Station, which handles westward travel towards Helsinki and Vyborg

if they had remained on the train, they probably would have taken the route that Anya, Dmitry, and Vlad take in the movie, which is the train to Finland, then a ship across the Baltic Sea to Denmark, then traveled across Germany/Brussels/etc. until they reached Paris

However, the musical trio are forced to leave the train once Cheka officers arrive looking for them

so they just, you know. no big deal. jump off of a moving train.

they then turn around and head south and west back towards Poland, likely to avoid being caught at the Russian/Finland border, which is mentioned by Gleb in the musical

and then they walked across a third of Europe

in total, to walk from St. Petersburg-Finlyandsky Station (in St. Petersburg) to Paris, France it would have taken ~ 21.3 days (512 hours) without stopping (not counting the time it would have taken for them to walk back to the train station)

from the train station to ~10km northeast of the Polish border (mentioned by Dmitry), it would taken ~ 7.625 days (183 hours) without stopping

it’s also good to note that at some point, they managed to pick up a driver who took them through France to just outside of Paris, and we can assume that they possibly were able to hitch rides for other stretches of the journey, but that the stretch from the train station to Poland is implied to have been walked in entirety by the musical

which means that for the journey from north of St. Petersburg to Paris took anywhere from one to four weeks or so

I hope all of this information was interesting to any fans of the show out there! I had lots of fun researching it, and glad that I can share all of it with you all. <3

#anastasia #anastasia meta #claire.txt #it's not quite meta but that's the closest tag that i'll get to what this is #this got long but i'm gonna leave it like this

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jeonsjiddies · 4 years

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and then came you | pjm (m)

summary - Jimin was having a harder time getting over his unrequited love than he’d like to admit. He was desperate to escape the longing in his chest; he was searching for something to make him feel alive again. Jimin was about to give up hope that he’d ever find anything meaningful to cling to again, and then came you.

rating- explicit 18+

word count- 7551

pairing- jimin x reader

genre- fluff, smut, angst

Warnings - a little angsty/ a little heartbreak at the beginning, some sexual harassment ( from an ex), mentions of cheating, thigh riding, ice play, creampie, multiple orgasms, slight dom!jimin, Oral (female receiving)

a/n - while this story can stand alone, it is based off the 8 letters AU, which can be found here. :) as usual, all the thanks in the world to @sweetnspicy93 for all your help and thank you for urging me to give 8 letters Jimin his own happy ending.

Jimin knew it was a bad idea, but he’d done it anyway. He would’ve done anything for the girl with the soft eyes and the bright smile, the girl who was now Namjoon’s. Jimin thought his crush was small enough that he’d be able to assist in making Namjoon jealous and walk away unscathed. At least she would be happy. That would be enough for Jimin. Or so he thought.

Jimin’s mind wandered back to the way she looked on top of him, grinding her hips into his. His cock stirred at the memory. Of course, it had all been a show, strategically designed to make her roommate and crush jealous. That didn’t stop Jimin’s heart from slipping a beat when her core ground down onto his member. It didn’t stop Jimin from melting when she’d giggled and covered her face to hide it. Jimin knew it wasn’t real, he’d laughed off his boner, but he let himself enjoy the feeling of her skin under his tongue, the soft noises he drew from her which he knew weren’t completely fake.

He felt empty, lost. Maybe he was being dramatic, but Jimin felt like he needed purpose. He’d feigned happiness when he saw her tucked into Namjoon’s loving embrace, congratulating the new couple as pieces of his heart chipped away and fell into the black hole of his chest. It seemed like his desire to do anything had faded away as quickly as his grasp on her. Now, he moped about his apartment, listening to the dull roar of the rain outside. It had been weeks since Namjoon had finally cracked and claimed her as his own, and Jimin was tired of feeling so… tired, dejected, lonely.

Jimin decided he needed a change of scenery. The messy apartment with the dingy walls he had been cooped up in for weeks wasn’t doing anything to help him, he needed a fresh start. He didn’t give himself time to think about it, only packed a bag and scurried out the door, through the pouring rain to his car. He didn’t have a real plan, just decided to hit the open road and let his gut guide him until he found a place to explore. He drove through the rain, letting his excitement seep through his bones as he made random turns and took unplanned exits to get to his unknown adventure.

Jimin drove for a few hours, deciding no matter where he went he wasn’t going to escape the dastardly rain. He took the next exit he saw, something in his chest guiding him towards the small town it led to. Near the exit he saw a sign illuminated promising a hotel room for only $35 a night. Jimin, having nothing to lose, pulled into the parking lot. Entering the building and shaking the rain from his dripping hair, he looked around to find the front lobby devoid of any life.

“Hello?” He called out.

You didn’t hear him enter the building and couldn't see anything past the stack of boxes you were balancing. He didn’t see you coming around the corner. You tripped over a flipped up rug and went tumbling forward, boxes flying out of your hands and landing haphazardly on the tile floor, contents spilling out and rolling in different directions. You would’ve splattered on the floor much like the contents of the boxes had it not been for the beautiful stranger who currently cradled you in his strong arms. Your palms were pressed flat against his chest, and you could feel the toned muscle under your fingertips. Your gaze traveled up his neck and face until your eyes locked with the deep brown pools of his. Though they were a dark color, they shone with the intensity of the sun, bright and vivid, so beautiful it almost hurt to look at. Your mouth hung open in shock for a moment at how gorgeous this man was before you came to your senses, stumbling back and out of his grip.

“I am so so sorry! Are you alright?” You questioned, skimming over his body for any obvious signs of injury. You sighed in relief when you found none.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” He wondered, eyes searching yours.

“Yes, thanks to you. Thank you. For catching me.” You giggled nervously.

“It’s not every day a beautiful girl throws herself into my arms. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” He winked playfully.

You blushed and looked down to hide it and squeaked in surprise, scrambling to collect the contents of the boxes. Jimin leaned down to help you, collecting items and tucking them safely in the box before lifting it and following you to the counter where the both of you set them down.

“Thank you, again.” you smiled, taking your place behind the desk. “Were you looking for a room?”

“Yes, please.” he grinned back at you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

Your eyes lingered on the action a little longer than was socially acceptable before you shook yourself back to reality and searched the old, worn down computer system for available rooms.

“Okay, I’ve got a double queen and a single king available. Which would you prefer? They’re both non-smoking rooms.” you smiled politely.

“The single king, it’s only me.” Jimin sighed, his sunshine filled eyes dimming a bit.

“Okay!” you tried not to show your concern, but selected the room and input your employee discount.

“How many nights?” you asked, glancing back up at him.

“Ummm…” he trailed off, looking away as he thought carefully. “Let’s go with seven. For now.”

“Okay, a one week stay…” your fingers tapped at the keys, and you rung up his total.

“Okay that will be $187.25. Cash or card?” you smiled sweetly.

“That doesn’t sound right… it’s for 7 nights right? $35 a night?” he confirmed.

“I, um, put my employee discount in for you…” you admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze. “It made it $25 a night, plus tax. We’re allowed to give the employee price to friends and family and I was thankful for your help.”

Jimin watched you for a moment, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he appraised you.

“Thank you. That’s… really sweet. Probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” his voice lowered at the end, as if that part was a secret.

“Well, you helped me. I helped you.” you shrugged, trying to play it off and hoping he wouldn’t notice the blaze in your cheeks.

Your hands brushed when he handed over his card and you audibly gasped at the shockwave that shot through you when his skin met yours. His mouth parted in shock as well and you both locked eyes for a moment. One heartbeat passed. Two. The only sound in the lobby was both of you sucking in shaky breaths.

You gulped, pulling your hand away and swiping his card through the reader. You handed it and a receipt back to him, careful not to touch him again and smiled the most professional smile you could muster. You reached behind you and pulled the corresponding keycard out of its slot and handed it over as well.

“Room 318. If you need anything, you can call me. The front desk number is 0. I’ll be here until 7am, but if you find that Mina is a little too… blunt?..for your taste, I’m actually right down the hall in 338.” you explained.

You weren’t sure why you told him that, you never offered that information to any other customers. Something about him just pulled you in. You wanted to protect him. You wanted to know what was going on in his mind, what could possibly be dimming those glittering eyes. You were enamoured by him, intrigued, fascinated really.

“Thank you for the heads up…” he trailed off, eyes scanning your shirt for a name badge.

“Y/N. And you?” you offered.

“Jimin.” he beamed at you, causing your heart to skip a beat for probably the 92nd time since you’d laid eyes on him.

“It’s very nice to meet you Jimin. I hope you enjoy your stay.” you told him sincerely.

“I think I will.” he winked, making his way down the hallway towards his room.

*** Jimin couldn’t sleep. He was used to tossing and turning and lying awake until the sun came up, he was no stranger to the way his mind whirled when the silence crept in. He kept himself busy during the day, but when the sun went down, the restlessness set in. Jimin hated the silence. He hated being alone. He glanced at the clock, it was midnight. He sighed and shoved himself out of bed, slipping on his shoes and making his way down to the coffee bar he’d spotted earlier.

He filled two cups, fixing one the way he liked it and leaving the other black, but grabbing a couple of cream and sugar packets to bring with him. He peered around the corner to see if you were busy before he entered the lobby. You were sat on a stool behind the desk, head leaning on your hand as you struggled to stay awake. Jimin smiled, turning the corner and setting the coffee in front of you.

“Looks like you might need this more than I do.” he grinned, taking a sip of his own. “I wasn’t sure how you liked it so I just brought the extras to you.”

“Oh my gosh. My hero.” you cooed, ripping open the sugar and creamers and dumping them in before taking a sip.

Your head lolled back blissfully and you moaned quietly. Jimin’s eyes widened at the unexpected lewd sound rolling off your pink lips and had to discreetly adjust himself before you noticed the way his sweats got a little tighter.

“You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” you giggled.

“Keep me company? I can’t sleep.” he whined.

“I’m not going anywhere until 7. You’re welcome to hang out with me here.” you offered.

Jimin hopped up on the desk, swinging his legs back and forth as he peered down at you. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Where are you from?” you asked him.

“Just a few hours south of here.” he answered. “I couldn’t get far in the rain.”

“Oh, you aren’t to your destination yet? Why did you book seven days then?” you wondered aloud.

“I didn’t really have a destination in mind. I just wanted to leave for a while. I had nothing holding me there anymore, and I thought a change of scenery would be nice. So I just kinda went where I felt like going and ended up here.” he shrugged.

“Your grand adventure led you to our little town?” you laughed.

“It’s got it’s charms.” he smirked.

You bit your lip and looked down, willing the blush on your cheeks to chill out. Jimin chuckled, the vibrations of his body shaking your desk.

“So what do you plan on doing now that you’re here?” you asked.

“I don’t really have a plan. I just felt kind of suffocated and needed to get out of my dingy apartment and that stupid town.” he left off the part about how SHE was everywhere he went when he did venture outside his apartment, and how every time he saw her hand laced with Namjoons bile rose in his throat.

“Well, on behalf of our tiny town, welcome. I hope you find what you’re searching for.” you smiled.

Jimin stayed perched on your desk for hours, until the sun started streaming through the blinds in the lobby, filling the room with a soft glow. In your opinion, though, the light wafting through the space couldn’t dare compare to the light that came from Jimin. When his head was thrown back and his body shook and his smile reached from ear to ear while giggles and chuckles fell from his pillowy lips, Jimin shone brighter than the sun could ever hope to.

You both got more comfortable as the night went on, delving into deeper topics, more personal ones. You told each other stories, shared your hopes for the future, It honestly felt like you’d known him your whole life. The conversation flowed easily, there weren’t any awkward pauses or times when neither of you could fill the silence, unsure of what to say. It was easy with Jimin. Being around him made you feel lighter, less broken. Like the light inside of him was seeping out and filling you with hope too.

You could tell there was something on his mind, something plaguing him. Who else stays up talking to a hotel clerk until the wee hours of the morning? He was running from something when he left without a plan, but he didn’t offer much information on it. Despite the darkness that sometimes threatened to break through his cheery exterior, Jimin was just… bright. It was who he was, a part of him. He was warm, friendly, and welcoming.

Neither of you had realized the time until the front door of the lobby swung open and Mina shuffled through, her ever-present scowl plastered on her weathered face. She glared at Jimin the moment she saw him. His eyes widened in fear and he slipped his bottom off of the desk, backing away from it. You sent him a look that said ‘I told you so.’

“Shifts over. Go.” she grunted, pointing her disappointed gaze at you.

You nodded quietly, gathering your purse and walking over to Jimin, who was almost cowering in the corner. You nodded for him to follow you out of the lobby and only spoke once you were out of earshot.

“See what I mean?” you giggled.

“She’s terrifying.” he whisper-hissed.

“She’s old and everything hurts. I’d probably be mean if I had to work here at her age too.” you shrugged, “but yeah if you need anything come find me. She definitely didn’t like the way you were sitting on the desk.”

Jimin nodded, covering his mouth as he stifled a yawn. You laughed.

“Did I wear you out talking your ear off?” you teased.

“No, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while to be honest.” he chuckled.

“Happy to help.” you smiled shyly, pausing in front of his room with him.

He hovered by the door but made no move to go in. You didn’t make a move to leave either. You both laughed at how ridiculous you were being. You placed your hand on his arm.

“Goodnight Jimin, sleep well.”

Suddenly, Jimin pulled you towards him, his arms wrapping tightly around your frame, head resting in the crook of your neck. You melted into his embrace, allowing your arms to circle around his body as well.

“Thank you for keeping me company.” he quietly spoke, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Any time, Jimin.” you answered back just as quietly.

He pulled back and sent you a smile before he slipped inside his room. You slowly made your way back to yours, every inch of your skin tingling, relishing the way it felt to be held by him, even for just a moment. In the arms of his stranger was the first time you’d ever felt like you were home.

You and Jimin had developed a nightly routine. Each night, he’d show up around midnight and perch himself on your desk, gifting you a cup of coffee (which he tailored to your tastes now.) The two of you would talk and laugh and just enjoy each other’s presence throughout the night. Maybe you should’ve gotten bored spending so much time together but you never ran out of things to talk about.

It felt like he’d always been there and he always would be. Even Mina seemed to get used to seeing Jimin when she arrived. She wasn’t friendly but she’d stopped sending him evil looks, which was quite the compliment from her. You found yourself looking forward to work rather than dreading it. Your favorite part of each day was the time you got to spend with Jimin. On the 4th night of this routine, Jimin wrapped you up in your nightly hug. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t wait all night for this part, longing to be wrapped up in his embrace, however fleeting the moment may be.

That night, Jimin surprised you. When he pulled away from your hug you felt his pillowy soft lips rest upon your cheek in a chaste kiss. The moment was over before you had time to process what was happening and Jimin smiled innocently at you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

You stood frozen in place, letting your hand come up to touch your cheek where his lips had just been. His lips were so soft, so plush, and you longed to feel them against your own. Your cheek burned in the best way where the lingering heat from his lips stayed. You couldn’t stop the goofy smile from spreading across your face.

That was until you rounded the corner to get to your room and walked face first into the chest of the man you despised more than anything else. Your ex boyfriend, Stuart, loomed over your like a predator stalking it’s prey, using his large body mass to trap you against the wall. He reeked of alcohol and you rolled your eyes at the familiar scent.

“What are you doing here? Get off of me.” You hissed.

“Awww don’t sound so disappointed, Y/N. Don’t you miss me?” He cooed, one finger sliding it’s way up the side of your face.

“No.” You spit. “Get the fuck off of me.”

“Come on baby… don’t you want to have a little fun?” He smirked and your stomach threatened to release your midnight snack all over his button up shirt.

“Let me get one thing through your thick ass skull, I will NEVER touch you again. Do you understand?” You hissed through gritted teeth

“Don’t be like this. Just unlock the door. We can go in your room and play around like we used to. You used to like it when I showed up like this.”

“That was before I found out you were fucking half the town behind my back.” You threw back at him. “If you think I’ll ever get with you again you’re insane.”

“Quit playing hard to get and open the fucking door.” He growled.

“I believe she said no.”

Your gaze snapped to the voice that had just spoken, your eyes landing on Jimin, who was carrying his ice bucket. His eyes were swimming with concern for you but he stood tall and held his ground, refusing to be intimidated by the giant drunk moron who had you pinned to the wall.

“This isn’t any of your business. Fuck off.” Stuart hissed.

“Actually it kind of is. You’re sexually harassing my friend.” Jimin spoke evenly, keeping a calm persona.

“You know this clown?” Stuart asked you.

“Yeah. He’s my friend.” You shrugged.

“You little slut, you’re letting him hit it aren’t you? Bitching at me for having a little fun but you’ll bust it open for anyone huh?” Stuart goaded you.

“Well Stuart, I don’t really think that’s any of your business.” You growled.

“If you’ll put out for him you better put out for me.” He hissed.

Jimin’s fist connected with Stuart’s jaw before you could reply or react. Stuart stumbled back in surprise and Jimin took the opportunity to grab your hand and sprint down the hallway with you in tow. A roar of rage sounded from behind the two of you which only fueled your legs to move faster. Nearing a T in the hallway, you made a split second decision to shove Jimin into the supply closet and shut the door.

Stuart wasn’t smart enough, especially while drunk, to think of that as an option and you strained your ears to listen as his footsteps clomped past the storage closet, pausing before retreating down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief, looking up to meet Jimin’s gaze. It was then that you realized how close you were. Your noses almost touching, you could feel his ragged breaths against your skin. You told yourself it was from the running.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Yes, thanks to you. You keep rescuing me.” You grinned.

“Well, call me Prince Charming then.” He laughed quietly. “Do you think he’s gone?”

“I’m not sure. We should probably wait it out.” You sighed.

“Why don’t you call the police?” Jimin wondered.

“His dads the sheriff. He won’t do anything.” You huffed.

Jimin shifted, trying to maneuver around you to set down the ice bucket he was holding. He opted to place it on the floor, bending down to set it beside the two of you. He misjudged the space between your bodies as he stood up, stumbling forward a little, his face ended up in your cleavage, his lips brushing against your cloth covered nipple. He froze in shock, unable to peel himself from your breast. His breath circled your nub, damp and warm. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling and your eyes immediately widened in panic.

Jimin straightened his posture, eyes locked on yours and lips parted in amazement. Neither of you spoke or dared to move. You could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, brushing against your own each time in the cramped space. Jimin could feel his cock stirring to attention in his sweats and decided it was time to check if the coast was clear. He cleared his throat and opened the closet door, slipping his head out and checking both directions.

“I don’t see him anymore.” Jimin told you quietly.

You nodded and followed him towards your room. You paused in front of his, shaking with anxiety when he looked at you in confusion.

“Jimin… I’m scared. Can I… can I stay with you? I’m worried he’s going to come back and I-“ you rambled bit Jimin put you out of your misery.

“Of course, come on.” He unlocked the door and ushered you inside.

You followed him inside, thanking him quietly and following him like a lost puppy to the middle of the room.

“Make yourself comfortable. Do you want me to turn on a movie?” He asked. “Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“I’m okay, but I won’t turn down the movie.” You smiled gratefully.

Jimin flipped on the tv and sat at the opposite side of the bed, careful to give you room and made sure he was under the covers so you couldn’t see his semi. You got under the blankets too, but still shivered in the cold of his room.

“Are you still cold? I don’t think I have a clean sweater…” he thought out loud, wracking his brain for ideas.

“It’s fine! I’ll warm up soon.” You assured him.

Things shifted back to normal for the most part, but there was a lingering tension in the air neither of you were willing to talk about. You fell into easy conversation about the movie, giggling and poking fun at the plot holes together. You continued to shiver despite your best efforts not to show how cold you were. Jimin sighed.

“Come here.” He instructed.

“Hmm?” You questioned.

“Come over here and let me warm you up, you’re making me feel bad.” Jimin motioned for you to join him on his side of the bed.

“Really I’m fine-“ you began but the look on Jimin’s face had you obeying his command in an instant, crawling your way over to him and snuggling up beside him as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled the blanket up to cover you both, trapping the heat of both of your bodies.

The hotel mattress was lumpy and uneven, but you’d never been more comfortable in your life. Jimin’s arm wrapped around your shoulder so it wasn’t sandwiched between the two of you and you molded yourself against his side even closer. Your bodies fit perfectly together and it made your heart beat faster than normal. You only hoped Jimin couldn’t hear it. When the movie ended, Jimin switched off the tv and laid down. You followed suit, pressing your body up against his and resting your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest.

“Tell me something I don’t already know about you.” you requested, voice soft in an attempt not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“What haven’t I told you yet?” Jimin chuckles to himself.

“What’s the real reason you’re here?” you pondered, bracing yourself for him to close himself off.

Jimin sighed, and you were about to apologize and change the subject when he nodded, glancing over at you.

“Actually, I was kind of running away. I had this friend, and I liked her but she liked her roommate. He likes her too but wasn’t doing anything about it, so we fake dated to make him jealous. I know it’s immature but he needed a push. I wanted her to be happy but didn’t realize how I’d feel seeing them together all the time. It’s actually kind of nice, I haven’t thought about her in days.” Jimin explained.

“I’m sorry Jimin. You’re a wonderful guy and you deserve someone who appreciates you.” You told him, eyes searching his face.

“Thank you.” He scrunched his nose up in that cute way that made your heart clench. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

You wracked your brain for information you hadn’t already provided to Jimin during your nightly talks. You noticed then that Jimin was shifting beside you, growing antsy with the vulnerability of the conversation, you assumed. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you threw out the first thing you could think of.

“Hmmm… I can touch my nose with my tongue.” you lied with the best straight face you could muster.

“No way. Show me.” Jimin laughed, turning to watch you.

You stuck your tongue out and tried your hardest to push it far enough to touch the tip of your nose, but failed miserably. You refused to give up and kept trying, making silly faces while attempting to reach. Jimin couldn’t control the laughter bubbling from deep in his belly at your ridiculous antics.

His smile reached both ears, and Jimin watched you make a fool of yourself, realizing that he hadn’t felt so light and carefree in the longest time, even before the incident with Namjoon and his new girlfriend. Something about being near you just made Jimin turn into a version of himself that he actually liked. Being around you made him feel like it might actually be okay.

The two of you shared hushed whispers for a while, Jimin absentmindedly drawing shapes on the soft flesh of your hand that rest on his chest. The whispers died down and you were left with the quiet humming of the air conditioning kicking on and off periodically and the sound of Jimin’s even breathing. You lifted your head to see if he was asleep and watched his chest move with each inhale. You allowed yourself to study his features up close. You couldn’t help yourself, reaching out and letting your fingers brush against the skin of his jaw, a featherlight touch in the hopes of not waking him.

Jimin stirred slightly and you held your breath, ceasing all body movements. You watched his eyes flutter before stilling. He snuggled farther into the blanket and sighed happily. You waited a few moments before returning to your exploration. Your fingers danced lightly towards his lips, letting yourself marvel at how full and soft they were. Your thumb brushed against the tender flesh, and Jimin’s tongue darted out to wet them. You removed your fingers from his warm, now wet mouth.

His eyelashes fanned across his cheeks delicately, and you gently ran a finger along them, watching them flutter under your touch. You sighed, completely in awe of how beautiful the man next to you truly was. He was painfully attractive, that was a given. But he was also smart, funny, kind, open. You found yourself idly wondering how anyone could pass him up, but you were honestly not upset that she had. It was a stupid daydream, you knew that. There was no way he was into you. But you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining what it might be like to show Jimin the kind of love he’d been missing, the kind he was so clearly desperate to find.

If anyone deserved to feel raw, unconditional love, you had no doubt that Jimin did. He was so sweet and friendly and had so much love to give in return. You wanted to watch those eyes light up, see how brightly he could shine when properly adored. You wanted to be that for him. He shuffled in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath and his arms reached out, seeking your warmth. He brought you flush against him, enveloping you in his warm embrace. You smiled to yourself and carded your fingers through his silky hair.

You let yourself melt into his hold, feeling welcome and needed and wanted. You began fading in and out of consciousness, the comfort and safety of having Jimin so close putting your mind at ease. You fell asleep to the sound of his strong, steady heartbeat, which sounded a lot like your new favorite song.

You woke up before Jimin, the sunlight finding its way through the thin curtain that covered the large window of his hotel room. You blinked a few times and tried to sit up, but Jimin’s arms instinctively wrapped around you tighter, holding you in place against his firm body. You grinned, snuggling back into his embrace and pressing yourself up against him. That’s when you felt something hard pressing against your backside. You experimentally wiggled your hips against Jimin’s, wondering if it was what you thought it was. His sleepy moan and the friction against your bottom proved your suspicions correct.

Your eyes widened and you bit your lip as arousal pooled in between your legs. Jimin’s rock hard cock pressed against your backside made your head spin. You attempted to remove yourself from his grasp but that only made him hug you closer, effectively pressing his erection against you more. You whimpered quietly, torn between not disturbing Jimin and relieving the ache between your thighs. You pushed your bottom farther into him, hoping to gain a little friction. Suddenly, his hand gripped down on your hip, stilling your movements.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his morning voice raspy and deep.

“I...uh….” you gulped, heat flooding to your cheeks at having been caught grinding against him.

You tried to flee, but Jimin’s firm grip on your hip didn’t lessen, his fingers dug into your skin deliciously.

“It looks like you were grinding your pretty little ass on my cock.” He purred, his hand sliding from your hip to grasp the fleshy globe of your bottom, giving it a rough squeeze.

“Ah, fuck.” You squeaked out at his possessive actions, you leaned into his touch and brought a chuckle from him.

“Hmmmm… you like that?” He chuckled, “you like when I touch you?”

“Yes.” You gasped as his hands traveled farther up to cup your breast, giving it a light squeeze.

“So needy. Why don’t you do something about it?” He prodded.

Your brain was fuzzy, you weren’t even registering his words. You didn’t think about what you were doing, you just let your body take control as you turned around then swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. Jimin’s words died in his throat and his mouth hung open in shock. You didn’t let yourself think or slow down, knowing you’d chicken out if you did. You pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss, which he reciprocated after he processed that it was happening.

His hands found purchase in your hair, tugging gently as his tongue explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth when his free hand pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. You began to grind your hips down onto his, delighting in the way his cock felt dragging up and down your clothed folds. Jimin groaned, letting his head fall back and hit the headboard with a quiet thud before he lifted it and grabbed your hips, holding them still.

“Wait, wait.” he panted.

“What’s wrong?” your hips stilled, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“It’s uh, been a while, and if you do that I’m going to cum in my pants.” he admitted sheepishly.

You bit your lip to hide your giggle when an idea flashed in your mind. You moved your hips so you were straddling his thigh rather than his crotch. You began to rock your hips again and Jimin’s eyes darkened as he stared at the spot where your sex met his thigh.

“Holy shit, you look so sexy right now…” he hummed thoughtfully, his hands coming to rest on your hips again only to grind you down harder on his toned muscle.

The arousal pooling between your legs was soaking through your clothing, and you were certain Jimin would feel it soaking his flimsy sweats soon. You whimpered at the friction on your clit and when Jimin tensed his thigh it sent a wave of pleasure through you.

His fingers found the edge of your shirt and he glanced at your face to make sure it was okay. When you nodded, he lifted it off of your frame and tossed it aside. He licked his lips as he surveyed your skimpy bra. His lips attached themselves to the tops of your breast while his hands slipped behind you to unclasp the fabric preventing him from seeing all of your upper half. The bra fell off your shoulders and Jimin whisked it away, taking a moment to admire your breasts.

“I think I might have died if I didn’t get a chance to have a proper taste of these.” he hummed, eyes flicking up to yours as a smirk graced his lips.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You whimpered pathetically as electricity shot to your core.

Almost immediately, his lips were on your nipples.His soft, plump lips sucked at your sensitive nub, his teeth gently scraping along the flesh. Your movements on his thigh stuttered, your mind going blank at the shivers coursing through you. His tongue darted out and swirled around your nipple, before he moved his delicious assault to the other breast. This time, he bit down, pulling the nub between his teeth. You yelped, arching your body closer to him as the sinfully pleasurable pain raced through your veins.

Jimin smirked against your skin, biting and soothing it with the flat of his tongue afterwards. He blew cold air against the red marks on your breasts, and you shivered. Your hips picked up speed the closer you got to letting go and Jimin sensed you were near your high. His fingers dipped past the waistband of your pants and panties, and he began rubbing your clit harshly, until you were just about to fly off the edge, then he ripped his hand away and held you still.

“What the fuck?!” you whined.

“You don’t cum until I say you do.” he growled, “you were a very bad girl, rubbing up against me and teasing me, using me for your own pleasure. So fucking sexy.”

You whined, trying to rock your hips against him once more, but Jimin was stronger than you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over so he was hovering above you. The tips of his fingers teasing at your waistband. Your breath caught in your throat, the palpable tension growing thicker with each passing moment. He quickly discarded his own shirt, giving you the most glorious view of his toned chest and stomach.

You made no attempt to disguise the way you ogled him. You licked your lips seductively as your eyes raked over his body, drinking him in. You reached up to let your hands rake down his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his abs and brushing over his nipples on the way down. His body jerked and you smiled to yourself. Your perusal of his body came to rest at the elastic in his sweats.

“Someone’s eager.” Jimin quipped.

“Someone might not be so eager if she’d been allowed to cum.” you huffed, tugging the sweats and boxers down in one smooth motion.

Jimin laughed, standing up and kicking the clothing off of his body before crawling back onto the bed.

“Mouthy little slut. Don’t you know only good girls get to cum?” he shot back, pressing you flat against the mattress and kissing down your neck.

You squirmed under his touch while he worked his way down your body, stopping just above your aching sex. He placed a soft kiss to your clothed folds, making your body react and arch closer, seeking relief. He chuckled to himself and shed you of any remaining clothing. The contrast of the cool air meeting your aching heat caused a shiver to rip through your body. Something lit up in Jimin’s eyes and he removed himself from the bed and walked over to the mini fridge, opening the freezer compartment. You watched curiously as he returned with the small ice bucket he’d filled before finding you last night.

“Feeling thirsty?” you joked.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, shooting you a half-smile before taking an icecube and running it over your already hard nipple. You cried out, the stark contrast of his warm hands with the freezing cold of the icecube was divine. You watched as it slowly melted, water droplets rolling off your body and falling onto the bed.

“Jimin…” you whimpered.

“Mmm?” he smirked, repeating the action on the other breast.

Your back arched, seeking more from the man above you. He was playing you like an instrument, and he knew all the right notes. You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. It stroked his ego more than you would’ve cared for but at this point you would’ve done anything to get some attention on your sodden pussy.

Jimin popped an icecube in his mouth and moved up to kiss you. It rolled around between your tongues until it melted between your combined heat. Jimin kissed the tip of your nose before moving his face down between your legs. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, and the coldness from the icecube that he’d just had in his mouth stunned you. He left your clit to tease along your folds, letting his tongue dart experimentally inside your heat.

You groaned,writhing underneath his ministrations. He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit quickly, building the heat in your belly as he moved. He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them and hitting that delicious spot with every pump. He paused for a moment, and suddenly there was something very cold and very wet pressing against your walls.

You gasped, the ice pressing against you as Jimin moved it in and out with his tongue. The melting liquid joined your slick and spilled out of your hole while Jimin flicked his tongue, and the remaining ice against that spot that drove you wild. Once the ice was gone, and you were panting enough for Jimin’s liking, he doubled down on his efforts, tongue pressing against your walls and fingers working beside it while his other hand worked your clit in small, deliberate circles.

Jimin pulled away abruptly, and you nearly began crying as another orgasm slipped away.You groaned in frustration, reaching down to play with your own clit but Jimin caught your wrists and clicked his tongue.

“Nuh uh, darling. What did I say? You don’t cum unless I tell you to.” he purred, licking a bold stripe along the veins in your wrist, which was strangely erotic. “I want you to beg for it.”

“What?” you hissed.

“Beg me to cum. Beg for my cock.” he smirked.

You sighed audibly, and Jimin just watched you, the smirk still pasted on his stupidly handsome face.

“Please…” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry, what was that darling?” Jimin chuckled. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please fuck me, Jimin. I need to cum. Please!” you whined, all of your pride flying out the window as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“That’s my good girl.” he cooed.

“Please hurry.” you whined.

“Shit. I don’t… I don’t have a condom.” Jimin realized out loud, shoulders slumping.

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.” you panted, fingers wrapping around his neck and bringing him to meet your lips. “Are you?”

“I’m clean,” he assured.

“Then fuck me.” you whispered, nibbling on his ear.

Jimin wasted no time obliging your request. He lined himself up with your entrance and slid in smoothly, aided by your dripping arousal, courtesy of your two denied orgasms and the skills of his tongue. Jimin bottomed out, both of you emitting a low groan. Jimin wasn’t super long, but his girth more than made up for it, as well as his ability to move his hips in the most delectable ways. He filled you up perfectly, hitting spots inside you that you were unaware even existed.

“Jimin.” you moaned, clawing at his back as he thrust in and out of you at a painfully slow pace.

“Say it again.” he whispered, hips picking up speed.

“Jimin.” you repeated.

“Louder.” he growled, snapping his hips in and out of you with vigor.

“Fuck! Jimin!” you cried.

Jimin pounded in and out of you, causing your body to bounce with each movement of his hips. He loved the way your breasts bounced and the way you bit down harshly on your lip, overwhelmed with pleasure. His head fell into your neck as he pistoned his hips against yours, one hand sneaking between your joined bodies to expertly rub at your clit. You could no longer form a coherent sentence,gibberish falling from your lips as the familiar fire built deep inside you.

“Jimin.” you warned, your cunt clenching around him.

“Are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock? Do it, baby. Cum for me.” he coaxed.

His teeth sinking into your neck was the last push you needed before you were careening off the edge. Your body trembled at the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced in your life. White dots clouded your vision and you screamed so loud your throat felt raw. Jimin came soon after you, working you both through your shared euphoria. His thrusts slowed and he stilled inside you, breathing as heavy as your own.

“Holy shit.” he groaned, and you could feel his muscles shaking just as much as your own.

He pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum seeped out of your beaten hole. He slid a finger along your folds, gathering his seed and bringing it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his fingers and sucking them clean, the taste of your own slick combined with his cum coating your tongue. Jimin shivered at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” he sighed breathlessly.

He stood up, walking into the bathroom to dampen a towel with warm water and bring it back to the bed, gently cleaning you up. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze. He made his way back into the bed, snuggling up next to you and pulling you into his arms. He watched your expressions and you watched him. You both giggled nervously.

“Do you maybe… want to go out sometime?” he asked, teeth raking over his bottom lip nervously.

“I’d like that.” you giggled, hiding your face in his chest.

You both lay there in comfortable silence, holding each other while your breathing returned to normal. You nodded off, spent from the activities of the morning, and it was Jimin’s turn to watch your peaceful face as you slept. His eyes trailed over your features, adoration and a tinge of something more filling him. True, Jimin had arrived in this small town running away from something. He was searching for something to make him feel anything but the jealousy and pain that had settled deep in his chest. Jimin felt like he was running toward something now, a possibility of the two of you. He knew he wasn’t “fixed”, but he felt good with you, whole with you.

Jimin knew both of you had a lot of learning to do, and a long way to go and a long way to grow, but he couldn’t stop the excitement bubbling in his chest because for the first time in what seemed like forever, Jimin was happy. Truly, unabashedly happy. He’d started this journey of his running. He thought he’d never recover from the darkness that had taken him over. He thought he’d never find joy again. Jimin had gone desperately searching for something to give him hope.

And then came you.

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transhawks · 3 years

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I was tagged by @todomitoukei. Thanks!

Why did you choose your URL?

I was originally waxwingedhawks on here until June 2020 when a very kind mutual gave me the transhawks URL due to me really often talking about the "Hawks is trans" headcanon I have.

Any side blogs?

Yes! My main blog (but quite dead) is @baezetsu, my "personal aesthetic" blog is @bacchantis.

How long have you been on tumblr

I think it might be 10 years, though this is the second tumblr account I made. My old personal tumblr got deleted by me....five years ago?

Do you have a queue tag?

Nope.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I really wanted to talk about BNHA and Hawks with other people after stalking the tags for a bit. I was never "involved" in fandoms on social media, only forums, so this was a new thing for me.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp

This is by @lemongogo! I just wanted Hawks and Trans flag. Simple, gets to the point, yanno?

Why did you choose your header?

so on the 'main header', it's just a pretty image of Keigo. On the dashboard header, it's basically how I feel most of the time when I make my more inflammatory posts because I've had like.... hero stans, hawks stans, and villain stans upset with so frequently that it felt good to make a joke about it.

What’s your post with the most notes?

My badly made image making fun of Hawks being outed as a spy by the LoV.

How many mutuals do you have?

Probably several dozen.

How many followers do you have?

I lose a lot frequently so often for weeks I'll have a very steady number. Like I get several follows and unfollows a day. Currently it's sitting at 3150-ish, not as many as people think.

How many people do you follow

338. I want to follow more but I'm careful about who I follow since I just don't want to see certain things or rbs from certain people especially. Yes, I xkit and tumblr savior, but sometimes certain usernames on here just honestly trigger anxiety attacks from me.

How often do you use tumblr each day?

I scroll daily if I'm not busy.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Too many. Some I feel were justified in having due to the...frankly disgusting actions of the people behind them. And some I think I could have let go, not gonna lie. I still clearly have very firm beliefs about things, but I was also in a place where I was very much trying to please my former best friend by following her lead or just being just as quick to argue and fight as she was, with little room for nuance or just letting go.

As much as it hurts that the friendship is over, honestly letting her go was probably one of the best things I could have done for my mental health. Sometimes I feel as if I was in some sort of cult where my every move was evaluated for moral righteousness and approval by someone who ultimately didn't know how to care about me as much as I cared for her.

A few months after I ended stuff last year, I came across a tweet from Contrapoints about how "women" show their bitterness and isolation by moral fanaticism, as opposed to cis men, who usually resort to violence (context was a discussion of incel-led violence) and it made me realize just what had been happening and why.

The constant fights, discourse, need for every iota of fandom activities align with some moral radical leftist code that had genuinely nothing to do with actual fucking activism - it was a product of bitter, angry women and someone who was socialized as a woman seeking to find whatever piece of power they could have since the world so often denies people like us any material power whatsoever. And that's not...who I want to be. I don't want to be domineering or aggressive. Even if I don't mind arguing itself (I'm Ashke, we argue!), the constant fights and constant feeling of having to justify even the smallest, silliest things wore me down.

In short, I was probably an incredibly unpleasant person to deal with for a long time. I'm sorry, and I'm trying to change myself for the better.

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this posts”

Definitely dislike them.

Do you like tag games?

If I'm not busy, I like doing them

Do you like ask games?

Sometimes! If I have time.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Quite a few within the meta-writing or villain/hawks stan community! @thyandrawrites and @moodyvoid and @scarletrain1724 and @linkspooky @todomitoukei and I'm probably forgetting people but if I see you a lot you're bnha standom famous I guess lmao.

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Yeah. Two of them. I don't say anything though because I'm tired of internet relationships and am trying to meet people in meatspace.

#tag game

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