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scekrex · 5 days

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Can I request some hurt/comfort for the overlord!reader series, that angst hit me hard, mostly cause I kinda come to see it as a comfort story, like Wow

Reader said his piece and Adam heard him but there is now a tension between them, Adam is avoiding reader again, like in the beginning but it feels like this won't be fix with just time. Reader throw himself into work, trying to ignore the empty couch that is just in his line of vision but when he went to the balcony in a force of habit, the lack of fluttering gold feathers finally push him to action

Confronting Adam, he gave him 2 options, reader can move to another place so Adam can have the place to himself or he'll escorts him safely to the hotel so he can contact Heaven and go home. They both have a blowout fight that finally clean out the wound so it could heal.

Optional dialogue, "just say you're tired of my ass and kick me out", "I sneer down at them like I'm any difference, that I'm not a sinner, I'm greedy, I want, I wanted the riches I could gain from you then I wanted your trust and your love, and now I want you to be happy and like a drug addict willing to do anything for their next fix, I will do anything so you could be happy again"

Okay first of all I'd like to say that I LOVE the optional dialogue. I adore it, I ate it and I used it bc it fit them sooo well. Also I hope ya like them solving their problems somehow - in their own kinda way I guess

Overlord!reader Masterlist

Tell me who you wanna be and I will set you free

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The time Adam had asked you to give him was the hardest time in all of your afterlife - not only for you but also for him. It was doing a number on the both of you and that showed. There were no sleepy cuddles, no lazy morning kisses and no cocky comments anymore.

The mansion felt empty and loveless, like a pit of depression that swallowed you both whole. The air once full of love, desire and trust had turned freezing cold and the only way you were able to ignore the hole in your chest where your heart used to be and the lack of a certain golden winged angel was for you to overwork yourself. You avoided the couch Adam had carried into the small room one day, it held too many memories.

Memories of you two cuddled up, memories of him carrying you over there to put you to bed because your stubborn self had been too proud and too determined to stop working by yourself so your little bird had to force you to get some sleep more than once. But throwing it out was not an option, not when you hoped that time would close the wounds and bring back the old times. So you remained in your office for most of the time, only left it when your body screamed at you to eat or when you had to use the bathroom - those were the only exceptions though.

And because you stayed in your office so much you were not seeing Adam at all. Sometimes you heard the rustling of his wings outside your door and though that happened rarely, whenever it did happen you felt the urge to get up, pull him into a warm hug and speak to him. But you never actually got up to do so. The angel had requested time and though it was painful to stay away from him for that long, you hoped respecting his boundaries would fix it all like a miracle.

But it did not. Adam never came in, when he heard you walking through the endless hallways, he would take a different turn and avoid you - he seemed neither willing nor ready to face you and the consequences this might bring so he stayed away.

Your head fell onto the table and you sighed, this would not do. You hoped the fresh air of your garden would lift the fog that was covering your mind and therefore your thoughts so you pushed yourself up, headed over to open the balcony doors and watched the green that lay beneath you. The synthetic sun gave no reflection of golden feathers away. Golden feathers which would usually peek out from behind trees or bushes. Golden feathers which would lay on the grass with its owner attached to it if it would have been a normal day. But it wasn’t and Adam’s wings were not visible - a thing you had hoped to see.

Time would not bring your angel back, time would not fix this conflict - not when the conflict seemed to eat Adam alive. So you pushed your body away from the railing and crossed your office to go seek your precious bird. Maybe talking to him would bring closure. Just as you opened the door to your office to seek for your golden feathered bird, said bird popped up in your door frame. He had not expected you to open the door, his eyes gave the surprise he felt away the second he spotted you. His reaction time was quick though, within a blink he tried to get away, tried to rush to the other end of the hallway, but you were quicker. Your hand grabbed his wrist, silently holding him into place and this time he did not flinch at your attempt to touch him. Though he did try to wiggle his wrist out of your grip to get away eventually.

“Adam,” oh how badly you wanted to call him all the sickening sweet pet names, how your mind told you to call him ‘dear’ or ‘my love’, but none of those were appropriate, not when Adam was mad. Or well rather hurt than actually mad - either way the former exorcist was upset with you and while you still weren’t blaming him for his reaction, you desperately wanted to sort things out. You had been avoiding each other for too long and you felt your mental stability crumbling slowly. Decisions needed to be made and if that meant you and Adam would part ways, then so be it.

“We should have a conversation,” your voice was soft, held neither anger nor disapproval, it sounded rather desperate if you were honest with yourself - and you were. You were desperate for clarity, desperate for this fight to finally end. “About what?” the brunette spat, clearly not liking the idea of talking to you at all, let alone about the fight and a solution for the situation you both were stuck in. You let go of his wrist and despite his body language saying that he would rather avoid you than talk to you he stayed. He stayed and waited for you to answer his question.

You considered your response for a moment, then answered, “About us.” And given the shock reflecting in his gorgeous golden eyes, Adam seemed not too fond of that answer, in fact he seemed to fear it. Something inside of him seemed to click into place and his mood shifted, instead of hurt and betrayed, he seemed now actually angry with you. His voice raised as he yelled, “Just fucking say you’re tired of my ass and kick me out already.” His words caused confusion to bloom inside of you and you frowned at the other male. Why would you kick him out? What made him think you would throw him to the flames willingly, knowing that the people of hell would tear him to pieces the second he would leave your place without you?

“I won’t kick you out, my love,” the pet name slipped - it was a force of habit. That, or you just longed for a time that was already gone, a time you had ruined by your own greed. “But I don’t want to fight with you either,” and for a moment your words seemed to calm his energy, for a moment you were able to see his eyes clearing up from the hate and the disgust he must be feeling towards you. But then his voice sounded so heavy when he spoke, too heavy for you to swallow, “Oh I forgot, some bitch will probably fucking pick me up right after signing that fucked up contract, right?” No. No, there would be no one coming to pick him up, not as long as you remained and considering that the only way to change that was angelic steel, you were quite confident to roam Hell’s rings for a couple million years more.

“I want you to choose, to prove that though I was greedy for money at first, I refuse to give you up, so instead of t deciding myself, I want you to have the choice of where this will go and what the outcome will be,” and those words actually seemed to make the brunette realize that you were being serious, that you were interested in what the former exorcist had to say. So Adam nodded, giving you the non verbal okay to continue speaking. “You have two options, de- Adam,” the fact that you interrupted yourself to call him by his name instead of the pet name that had almost slipped from your lips a second time caused the first man’s expression to sour, though he did not comment on it.

“I offer you to stay at this place here by yourself, I will move out and seek something new,” you watched his reaction carefully as you spoke and the offer you made him seemed to sound even worse to his ears than the fact that you had called him Adam instead of dear. Yet he continued to remain silent, he seemed really willing to hear you out - a thing that, though you appreciated it, also made you feel uneasy. Adam was no one to remain silent for that long. “Either that, or I will escort you to the hotel safely so that Charlie can try and-” “Fuck you, I’m not staying at the fucking place I almost died at,” the brunette growled, interrupting you quickly. You nodded, a point that was very valid in your eyes and because the choice was all Adam’s, his decision would force you to leave this place. The only thing holding you had been the first man and now that he didn’t want you anymore, there was nothing left that prevented you from leaving.

“I’ll have my things packed as quickly as possible,” you were about to turn around to enter your office again and start packing, Adam grabbed your upper arm firmly before you had the slightest chance to get away from him. “I don’t want you to fucking leave, you stupid fuckhead,” he hissed. His usually bright eyes seemed so much darker though they were glossy. Tears were about to be shed - a thing you had tried so hard to avoid. “I- fuck I don’t even fucking know what I want, “ the brunette mumbled as his eyes darted to the floor, inspecting it like it was so much more interesting than you.

Gently you put your hand on top of the one from Adam that was holding your upper arm, you gave it a single pat but that earned you his attention. “I sneer down at them all like I’m any different, like I’m not just as bad as them, like I’m not a sinner,” you started to explain yourself - would it help? You were not able to tell, but you hoped it would. “I’m greedy, Adam, I want. I want many things,” you gently removed his hand from your arm and took it in both of yours, squeezing it gently. His eyes looked down at it, carefully watching you holding his hand, he seemed not against it so you did not remove your hands from his.

“I wanted the riches I could gain from you before we knew about each other, then I wanted your trust and your love and now, in the end, I simply want my beautiful songbird to be happy,” his eyes met yours at your words and something inside of him seemed to crumble - it was the wall he had built up again to shield himself from the pain you had inflicted on him by breaking his trust. “And like a drug addict willing to do anything for their next fix, I will do anything so you can be happy again, even if that means that you will be happy without me by your side.”

Adam reacted differently than you had thought he would, instead of yelling at you and shoving you away, he pulled you in. The first man pulled you into a tight hug and before you knew it, it was not only his arms that were wrapped around your body but also his soft, golden wings. “Shut the fuck up,” the former exorcist mumbled as he buried his face in your hair. You felt how his body relaxed, how the heavy stones this fight had forced him to carry fell from his shoulders. You heard him inhaling your scent deeply, as if it would get him high, as if it would be the solution to all his problems. “We both fucking know I’d die without you,” his voice was nothing more than a whisper, almost as if he was afraid it would change the meaning of his words if he dared to speak louder.

“Not because the fuck-ups of Hell would tear me the fuck apart over and over again, but because my soul would start to fucking rot without its motherfucking sunlight. And that’s you, bitch. You’re my soul’s sunlight.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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biribaa · 1 month

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Victor sfw alphabet yaya

i loove victor. he deserves way more fanfictions

TW/CW: FNV spoilers

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Victor can be as affective as your heart desires him to be. Being a cowboy also includes being a gentleman, and he wants to show he's the right man for you. Victor is more used to show his love by words of affection and being protective, as these are the easiest options for him and also the ones he claims to be professional with. The securitron do wishes he could show more phisical affection, but he's afraid with a body as bulky and hard as his, it wont do much besides somes hugs, so its better for you to show all the phisical attention.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship with Victor would start right after you enter the Strip, that if you have some time left for some talk and even some rounds of blackjack, in which he's very skilled at. And you both would have even more free time after House win the hoover dam battle.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Because of his model, Victor is afraid you are going to feel uncomfortable during cuddling, but if you're willing to, sure, he would feel flattered. In moment, Victor would attempt wrapping one of his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The idea of having a calm and sweet domestic life with you is comforting for the robot, and he will make the effort to bring this feeling to you at the Lucky 38. As a cowboy, Victor does knows a few culinary tricks, but nothing out of the ordinary or extraordinary, its the basic of the basics in gastronomy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Victor would wait for the right time for both of you and then tell you everything. He would be direct, but also trying to not keep the scene harsh, constantly reassuring you that you two can continue to be friends.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Victor never thought that much about weddings, or that he would ever marry someone, so he doesnt have a much strong opinion about it. Victor won't rush you, of course, but if you did propose for him in the right time of your relationship, he would accept right away!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Victor is extra gentle with you due to his securitron model, every movement with you are made with extra delicacy for you and only you to prevent any discomfort or injuries. His claws always caressing your shoulder in a flimsy, yet firm movement.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs! Victor deeply love any any type of phisical affection coming from you. He just struggles when its him perfoming them. But trust me, he loooves them.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Victor is far more used with perform his acts of affection to you(protection and being verbal) as a way to say his "I love you" to you, and hes not accustomed with PDA. So hes more comfortable with using the phrase when hes alone with you, or when youre talking with only him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Victor only gets clearly stressy when someone is obviously hitting on you, in that case, the cowboy grinds his teeth and makes subtle movements that imply the relationship between you two. He adds one of his arm around your waist, uses more romantic nicknames than usual, and repeatedly mentions the fact both of you are dating during dialogues, this while a blatant gaze is pointed at the person in question.

Victor trusts you, so when you are the person causing all this jealousy with someone else, he takes it way less seriously. He does feels the sentiment deep down, but he rather joke about it, as I mentioned, he trusts you. Unless its actually getting very suspect, then he will push you to a talk.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He LOVES to be kissed by you in his screen. You press your lips against Victor's screen and you experience the same staticky feeling everytime while his strong arms push you closer. He absolutly loves to (attempt) kiss your face and any part of it, and the same goes for him. If not your face, then perhaps, if he could, your neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Some kids are afraid of Victor, the others really enjoy him! Its just the cheerful cowboy personality that attracts the children. Victor doesn't mind, he likes to show them tricks and teach them small things while also being a jokester to them. With that being said, hes pretty good with children!

He never really thought about the idea of him being a father, tho, it gives him a good feeling, but he would definetly question you if you really want to have a family with him, a securitron, or if even House would allow it. In the end, if everything goes okay with House and you fully convince him that you really wants him to be the father, he would feel more than flattered... For a good while Victor will be all soft towards you and call you all the names that one can imagine.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Victor always arrives in the right time if he's not busy with some work coming from House. He bids you a "g'mornin'", and waits for you to get ready for the day, or rushes you, if you have any appointment for the day. Sometimes, if hes feeling extra, he even brings breakfast for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If you do want to sleep with Victor right next to you, laying by your side in your bed, that would be...difficult. So mostly, when sleeping in the Lucky 38, Victor prefers to stay by the side of your bed, still counts as company and he is right next to you!! If you prefer, he even offers his arm for you to hold.

In other times, where both of you arent in the Lucky, and rather out in the wasteland, when you sleep in the ground, it would be far more easy for Victor to lay in the ground with you! But he still prefers to stay up, getting up from the ground is difficult for a securitron, and he wants to keep you safe while both are out.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Theres not much Victor have to hidden, due to his amnesia(more likely caused by House). So you pretty much know everything about him already, and he would love to expand his historic with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Victor is a happy folk, but that could easily change with any threat towards you or him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Victor is a securitron, so excluding his amnesia about himself, he can remember several things about you! Birthday, favorite food, favorite book, weapon, flowers, little details of your backstory, pretty much anything!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Victor adores the moments where both of you are out in the wastelands, alone, while youre laying next to him in the middle of the night. Its peaceful, no gunshots or anything of that except for the radio. A small moment Victor finds himself craving more.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Can be very protective to any threat towards you or any ally and isnt afraid of making a mess, unless demanded to not.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Victor got quickly used to perform everyday tasks for you sake, he even finds himself enjoying it, nothing more than his responsability. But when it comes to special dates, he adds some extra effort(with some help with Jane, too). Dates arent going to be perfect, of course, but he makes sure to make it charming for both of you, he cooks and prepare everything at Lucky 38 for you and you only.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As I said, protective, sometimes a little too much. Without any warning Victor could be already poiting one of his weapons to anyone slightly suspicious or threatening to you. Hes already naturally protective, when hes with you it gets extra.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Theres not much Victor worry about, hes a securitron. And deep down, he enjoys the dust and scratches in his metal, makes him feel truly like a dusty cowboy.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Victor wont feel like a disaster, nor he ever felt before dating you, but will certainly miss you. You just made things more exciting and bright, yknow? But in the end, he agrees if youre happy somewhere else, or with someone else, hes happy too.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Victor is always using a cowboy hat over his antenna, it spins like crazy, yeah, but makes him feel different and more original than the others securitrons. I also hc him as bisexual

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Debauched people or/and pure cowards, it bugs the securitron a lot, and makes him wonder if he can trust someone like you. Victor enjoys actions some time or other and having a honest partner. Not choosing violent is something, running away from it is another.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can't sleep! The most Victor can do is shut down.

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themoonitselff · 1 year

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For The First Time. | Kurapika x Male! Reader

Warnings: fluff, a bit nsfw at the end, reader has a femenine body. THIS WAS MADE WITH TRANSLATOR.

Summary : Kurapika and you are dating but you have a private relationship, and after he completes his Revenge, he comes back for you. (Literally no one knows you're dating but his Friends.😭)

Being Kurapika Kuruta's partner was complicated, since he was not always at home, and when he came back he was very tired, you didn't have time to be together, and when he had free days, he was pending of other things, like his obsessive and compulsive idea of finishing with the Phantom Troupe; However, you did not have much free time either, you worked double-shift in a cafeteria which limited you to see him, or even check his messages, it is as if life wanted to split the relationship you had in two. Although there was never lacking the gifts he used to send you at your door when he didn't come home, the love letters you loved so much and the strong hugs he gave you when he saw you in private, because you two were only friends for the public, for both sake, because if any of his enemies found out that you were his boyfriend, they would go after you.

Two months ago he told you that he would annihilate the Phantom Troupe forever and ever, that would mean that you wouldn't see him for a long time, you would cut off all communication between you so as not to risk each other's lives and, finally, he promised to put a promise ring on your finger when you are together again. Now you are here, waiting for him, every day is getting heavier, you don't know if he is coming back or if he is dead, if he has eaten, if he has slept well, if he killed them already, you were totally worried, and the worry was leading you to depression that caused you to not be able to do anything about it, not knowing anything about him, you felt vulnerable.

You were in the living room of your house, watching TV with a container of ice cream in your hands, watching your favorite series, almost about to finish the first chapter, you were not eating ice cream because of the Hollywood female cliché, rather, you were doing it because you needed something sweet for the occasion, and ice cream was the best option. Suddenly, you receive a message from an unknown number, you feel intrigued and a little weird because nobody usually writes you at midnight, anyway you read the notification, it reads as follows:

"Look at your window."

You panic, and a feeling of dread begins to devour your heart. Who was it? what does it want? how does it know where you live? On impulse, you did exactly what the stranger asked, you took a few steps to the nearest window, and peeked out slightly, you began to cry from joy and tremble with excitement, your boyfriend was in your garden with a bouquet of roses and a present in his other hand.

You ran out the door of your house, running and barefoot, your body pounced on Kurapika's to hug him tightly.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” You looked straight into his eyes, which no longer looked depressed or empty.... They shone with intensity, devotion, you could feel his peace and that made you happier.

“Me too, my love, but I'm here, I'm back, I'm with you, and I promise to never let you go, I won't leave you alone again.” He handed you the bouquet and approached you to kiss you with passion and desire, he needed you, he longed for you, those 8 weeks without you were hard for him.

You both went inside your house to be more comfortable, you left the gifts and the bouquet on the table to go back into his arms and kiss him, again and again, he took your waist and ran his fingers through your hair with the other, you held his hips and murmured in between the kiss how much you loved him, because you really loved him, and you could no longer see yourself without him in your life.

The kisses became more unbridled, Kurapika's hands touched your back and sometimes your breasts, and when you opened your eyes you were already on the bed with him on top of you, you opened your legs to give him more space, so that he would be closer to your body, his lips ran over your face, neck, collarbones, and in every place he left hickeys, and the marks of his teeth on your skin, you moaned and your body writhed from pleasure, you could feel his cock getting harder and the bulging area bump against your soaking and wetty pussy that was dying for being fucked.

“Easy, easy, we have a whole night for the two of us, and from now on all my time will be for you, my love.”

#kurapika x y/n #hunter x 2011 #fluff #hunter x hunter #hunter x y/n #oneshot #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #kurapika kuruta #kurapika #kurapika smut #phantom troupe #Spotify

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cantsaythetword · 1 year

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Yay new prompts!! ❤️❤️

30. “Sure, go ahead and run. I’ll catch up to you anyway.”

For Nick and Charlie with Lee!Nick? Charlie is a fabulous runner and Nick knows he stands no chance in a chase against Charlie, but yet he still provokes Charlie anyways…

Run Boy Run

~A/N ~ It has once again been a WHILE since I posted something but wassup here's another heartstopper fic for yous :D

Also there isn't really any tickles in this one just the build up cause I figured it worked better with the ending. So hope you don't mind!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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"CHAR!" Nick pounced, arms wrapping around Charlie's body from behind and scaring the hell out of the poor kid.

Charlie had been waiting at their usual after school meetup point for almost half an hour - something that was practically a routine by now. His last class of the day was far closer to the exit than Nick's, not to mention the absolute cluster fuck that was the school corridors once the bell rang. So, more often than not, Charlie would hang around at the gates to walk home with his boyfriend.

After a sharp yelp at the jump-scare, Charlie laughed softly.

"A little warning would be nice next time." He leaned back into his boyfriend's violent hug, letting his hands fold over Nick's. "How was Biology?"

Nick let out a breath. "My brain hurts - too many things to remember."

Charlie gave a sympathetic noise and, after waiting a moment, he pulled away from the backwards hug. Placing his hand in Nick's, he gave it a gentle tug to begin the journey home.

After a few minutes worth of walking and discussing the less boring details of what happened during their classes, the two were just about to pass the halfway point between school and home.

And at this halfway point there is a particular house. With a particular resident. One with four legs and a very loud-

*BARK BARK BARK*

Charlie let out a screech, pulling Nick's arm across him in some sort of seatbelt-protection-shield.

Nick chuckled softly. "You are such a scaredy cat Char!"

Charlie glared playfully. "I am not!"

Nick laughed, wrapping his free arm around his boyfriend and giving him a squeeze. "Says the one who jumped when I hugged you earlier."

Charlie gave a huffy laugh, hands gently holding Nick's forearms. "I still don't know why you do that."

"Because..." Nick squished his face into his boyfriend's cheek. "You get all cute when you're spooked."

Charlie gave an indignant gasp.

"And when you're on edge I can make you blush ten times easier!"

"Bold of you to assume I'm on edge." Charlie muttered, testing the waters of how far he could play the suave confident card.

Nick pressed a kiss to Charlie's neck. "Oh we're in a brave mood today huh?"

Charlie gave a cocky shrug, "I suppose I am."

There was a pause, one that lingered slightly longer than a moment.

"This really isn't getting to you?" Nick asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Now Charlie had two options here. He could come clean, return to his comfortable usual flustered self and let Nick tease him in the way that made his whole body feel warm. Or he could continue messing with his boyfriend and maintain dominance over the conversation - leaving Nick chasing his desired response.

And for today, Charlie decided to be bold.

"What's the matter Rugby King?" Charlie teased. "Losing your charm?"

Nick released Charlie from his grasp and let out a noise halfway between a gasp and a scoff. Partially in surprise at the boy's attitude, but also readily meeting the challenge of Charlie's playful banter.

"Oh please! I'm the pinnacle of physical fitness." Nick announced. "My charm is in full effect."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Riiiiight..."

"You know my charm better than anyone." Nick winked, continuing to walk once more. "You've been head over heels since the day we met."

Charlie had to use every ounce of willpower in his body to suppress the blush rising eagerly to his cheeks. Damn Nick knowing exactly what buttons to push.

But somehow, he saved it.

With a roll of his eyes, Charlie laughed out, "Like you weren't the same!"

"Hey, at least I've got a reason for it." Nick smiled, bumping his shoulder into Charlie's.

"And what would that be?"

Nick stopped in his tracks, slowly panning around to look at his boyfriend. "You really don't know?"

Charlie shook his head, playfully keeping his eyes away from Nick's with a grin on his face.

Charlie rolled his eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day.

"Well..." Nick grabbed Charlie's hand. "For one, you're adorable."

"And you're my favourite huggable dork." Nick smiled, demonstrating his point with a cuddly sideways bear hug.

"You're walking a fine line Nick." Charlie couldn't help but laugh.

"Plus how ticklish you are." Nick smirked, scratching his hands over Charlie's stomach for emphasis.

Charlie squeaked, catching Nick's hands with his own.

"Oh you are really asking for it now." Charlie warned.

Nick, pushing his luck even further, nuzzled his neck into Charlie's and sighed. "Like you could do anything about it, short stack."

Something needed to be done, and it didn't take very long for Charlie to come up with a plan for retaliation.

"I have hands!" Nick wiggled them for emphasis.

"Oh trust me I can." Charlie grinned. "Plus you can't even defend yourself!"

Surely enough Charlie's arms had wrapped around Nick's, practically locking them in place. Of course, with a big enough tug from Nick's strength they could be freed rather easily. But Charlie wasn't planning to rely on strength...

"I have hands too," Charlie smirked. "Wanna see what they can do?"

“Sure, go ahead and run." Charlie smirked, raising his eyebrow. "I’ll catch up to you anyway.”

Not even considering sticking around to find out (though he was pretty certain he knew what Charlie was implying), Nick took off with a laugh.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

And the chase was on.

#prompt fic #anon #anon prompt #heartstopper #nick x charlie #nick and charlie tickle fic #heartstopper tickle fic #mine #mini fic #fic #ask

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cheeriecherrymain · 1 year

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Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 9]

Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader Rating: M Warnings: Some suggestive content, a brief mention of maggots Proofread: nahhhh Chapter Summary: You and Viktor finally go on a date together, after waiting for so long.

His lips are soft against yours, barely a whisper. Your heart flutters in your chest, so loud that you’re positive he can hear it - or feel it. You pull back ever so slightly, far enough to catch your breath, before tilting back into another kiss.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that - wrapped up in each others’ embrace, basking in the warmth of fingertips wandering across exposed curves of skin. In a moment of boldness, you nip at his bottom lip - a playful action that he answers by abandoning your mouth altogether, instead opting to trail kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You draw in sharply when you feel the dull pressure of his teeth on your throat, and it’s then that you realize how far you’ve gone: disheveled and mussed hair, clothes askew, unbuttoned, and pushed up - the undeniable heat gathering in between your legs.

“Viktor,” you sigh, carding your fingers through his hair.

He hums softly, pulling away from you just enough so that he can peek up at you through thick, dark lashes. His pupils are blown wide, and you know that he’s feeling the same way you are - aching with desire, after having to yearn for so long.

“We need to stop,” you croak, pouting miserably at the idea.

Viktor doesn’t say anything, simply wraps his arms tightly around your middle and draws you into a hug so he can bury his face against the curve of your neck. You think maybe he’s off-put at first, or upset because you’ve turned him away during the only time you’re allowed to be together - until he presses his lips against your skin and blows.

The action shocks you so much that you can’t help your shriek of laughter.

A raspberry, of all things.

And when you hear him taking another breath, you start squirming in his grasp, giggling incessantly while you try to escape his ticklish intentions.

The pair of you end up in a sideways heap on the couch, your laughs turning breathless as they slow, until Viktor is left staring at you, with a tenderness you’ve never experienced and a soft smile. He traces the edges of your face with the tips of his fingers, slowly smoothing over your brow and down across your cheekbone, towards your jaw.

It makes your throat tighten, to receive such a gentle and loving touch - something so simple, yet so absent in your life.

“Shall we head upstairs?” Viktor asks quietly, and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose when you nod.

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The journey up to the hotel’s restaurant is pleasant - much like when you had arrived to the establishment earlier that day, you walk hand in hand with Viktor the entire way.

“Oh wow,” you mutter, when the elevator dings and the doors slide open. The top floor is spacious - a combined lounge and dining area, with an open bar for anyone of age. The ceilings are high and ornate, with what looks like hand painted murals stretching across them. They’re even lined with, what you assume is, gold.

Despite the casual clothing policy stated in the pamphlet you’d read, you suddenly feel very underdressed.

“I’m surprised there isn’t a line,” Viktor says quietly, looking as uncomfortable as you feel.

“It’s still early,” you reply in a whisper. “Most people are probably holed up in their rooms.” But when you come to a stop in front of the hosts’ station, you begin to question if that’s really the case.

Despite the intricate and expensive decor, the restaurant seems rather…sparse. The tables are small and spaced far apart - and perhaps privacy is something to brag about, yes, but you can’t help wondering how so few seating options could possibly cater to an entire hotel’s worth of people.

You keep your confusion to yourself, though, until you and Viktor are settled down with your menus, and free from the prying ears of the staff.

“This place makes me feel weird,” you admit, unfolding the velvet-coated menu in front of you. “The view of the city from here is great, but everything else just feels…I dunno. Weird.”

Viktor’s posture visibly relaxes, and he lets out a deep sigh. “I thought it may have been just me,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “I have been to a few events with the university, but never anything as extravagant as this. I am…entirely out of place.”

The two of you share a quiet laugh, and the tension in the air begins to dissipate.

Until your waiter comes to get you started with your drinks.

The woman is friendly enough, and diligently answers your questions about the available wines, when you ask - by all accounts, an attentive server.

But there’s something about the way she stares through you, with wide, pale, unblinking eyes.

All at once, her smile seems a little too wide to be real, and her teeth are too white, and her hair is too perfect. She almost doesn’t feel real, or like she’s…entirely there.

Don’t be an ass, you think, softly scolding yourself for being judgemental. She could just be having an off day. No one is obligated to look or act a certain way, even at work.

But when she turns to Viktor after you place your order for a bottle of wine, you can see that he’s just as shocked as you are.

You subtly watch her leave with your orders, neither of you saying a word until you’re sure she’s out of earshot.

“If one more weird thing happens, can we go somewhere else for dinner?” you ask, nearly pleading.

Viktor nods silently, and you finally glance down at the menu.

You’re not sure what most of the food is, even with the descriptions beneath the listing. The pictures help a little bit, but you still find yourself squinting and puzzling over every option. You’re really trying not to be negative or judgmental, especially towards a restaurant that was advertised as experimental, but with each passing moment, you grow hungrier, and your patience grows thinner.

Part of you is guilty, as if you’re upsetting the mood of the night. Viktor is uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze set hard as he reads, and you can’t help but feel as if he’s annoyed with you; even in other uncomfortable situations, he’d still managed to talk to you…

You don’t realize you’re staring, until his eyes flick towards you and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Something on my face?” he inquires lightheartedly, and you -as per usual- are quick to fluster.

“Sorry!” you squeak, immediately turning your attention back to the menu. “You just looked kind of mad, is all.”

There are a few beats of silence, before you feel the familiar warmth of his hand, wrapping around yours, atop the table. “I’m not angry,” he reassures softly, “not even slightly, and least of all with you.”

Of course he’d know what you were thinking.

“I just…want tonight to be nice,” you sigh, pouting. “It’s the only dinner we’re going to have together for a while, and I want us to have a good time.”

Viktor quirks a brow. “I’m sensing a ‘but’?”

“But,” you continue, “this place is creeping me out, and the only food I know on the menu is something that has maggots in it.”

You can practically see the colour drain from your boyfriend’s face, and you wince.

“That is an…odd thing to cook,” he finally says, “but to each their own.”

You can tell he’s trying to convince himself that it’s alright.

“They’re not cooked,” you inform him. “It’s casu martzu. It’s like…cheese, digested by worms, served with said worms still inside it- are you okay?”

He looks positively ill, growing more and more pallid as you speak. He swallows thickly, and you can feel the way his hand shakes atop yours - as well as how sticky his palm has become.

“Viktor?”

“Perhaps we can count this as ‘one more weird thing’?” he manages to suggest.

You glance around quickly, making sure your server isn’t returning to you, before standing and gesturing your partner out of his seat. You’re fairly certain that you’re spotted during your departure, but none of the staff on duty approach you as you sneak away.

–

You finally start relaxing once you’re on your way down to the lobby - mostly because Viktor pulls you into a deep kiss when you’re alone on the elevator.

“What?” you ask him, growing shy when you notice him staring at you.

He leans a little closer to you, cupping your jaw with his free hand, and tenderly presses his lips to yours.

All at once, your heart leaps into your throat and your fingers find purchase in the lapels of his jacket. You don’t even care that there’s probably a camera in the elevator; all your thoughts are consumed by him. How gentle he is when he touches you, contrasted by the barely contained hunger behind the kiss - the way his lips are slow and purposeful against yours, sending warmth oozing through your body.

He pulls away when the elevator dings, leaving you breathless and hazy, and stupidly turned on - though you can’t possibly be mad at him, not even when a knowing little smirk passes across his face.

“If I wasn’t as hungry as I am…” you grumble, following him across the lobby, and out into the street.

—

Even in the gathering night, you expect to be bombarded by noise the moment you step outside; it’s the city, after all. Even with less traffic, the engines of vehicles and other din should have been reverberating off the highrises surrounding you.

But it’s…quiet.

Not completely silent, but muffled.

Above you, the lights of the metropolis reflect off the thick clouds and paint the sky a burnt orange. A perfect backsplash to watch the fat snowflakes tumble downwards, where they’ve gathered in abundance across the sidewalks, roads, and nearly everything else in sight.

The two of you stop for a moment, away from the doorway, to admire the scene.

“Are you gonna be okay to walk in this?” you ask Viktor, who is still looking around at the pleasant scenery.

“I’ve made my way around in worse,” he tells you, dusting some of the snow out of his hair. “But if you’re still worried, the cane I use is meant for this. See?”

He pulls the object up and twirls it around, showing you the base.

It’s laden with little metal spikes, you realize, meant to find a grip in the ice and snow and prevent slipping.

Your face heats up slightly, and you try to shrug off your embarrassment without alerting your partner. Of course he knew how to handle himself, you think, feeling kind of dumb for worrying so much about him, despite the fact that he’d been living his entire life with his disability.

“Do not make such a sad face, Zlatíčko,” he says, leaving a quick kiss on your temple. “Your concern for my wellbeing comes from a place of care.”

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You wander slowly around the block, hand in hand. There are a couple places you spot where you could sit down and eat, drawing your attention with bright flashy signs. One thing you notice about those places, though, is the sheer number of people inside - not just sitting and dining, but crowded around in the entryway, waiting.

The only places that aren’t overly crowded are the select few spots too expensive for your budget; and coincidentally the places that likely wouldn’t allow you or Viktor in, dressed for comfort like you are.

With each restaurant you pass, you grow more and more hopeless and despairing. Even with your boyfriend’s hand wrapped warmly around yours, your mood is plummeting - you know you’re just hungry, and that you’ll feel infinitely better once you get something in your stomach, but…

You’re cold. You’re cold, and you’re tired, and you just want to eat.

Then, carried on the wind like some kind of divine signal, comes the smell of spices. Rich and heady, with undertones of smoke and oil and meat.

“Viktor,” you sigh, inhaling deeply.

He pauses at your side, and copies your action.

It takes the two of you a couple minutes to pinpoint the exact location of the smell, but when you do, excitement bubbles up in your chest.

The little restaurant doesn’t have more than six tables, one of them being a booth by the window. The floors are scuffed and dated, but the walls are decorated with photographs, most of which look to have been taken by a polaroid camera. It’s charming and cozy, and the distant sizzling of food is delightful.

You decide to take the booth by the window, quickly shrugging your coats off to get comfortable. The menus are already on the table, and neither you nor Viktor waste any time in opening them.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” you cheer softly, scanning through the list of dishes. “Look at how many curries there are! And butter chicken - Viktor look, they make aloo gobi!”

You wiggle in your seat with a childish sort of glee, earning a smile from the man across you.

Eventually a waiter comes out to meet you, and you’re immediately more comfortable than you had been in the previous restaurant. He’s warm and amicable, and happily gives his opinion when you ask about what dishes the place makes best.

By the time he departs from your table, you and Viktor have already placed your food and drink orders.

You sigh deeply then, the tension from the day finally seeping out of your bones, and you melt back into the booth. You can feel the arms of exhaustion beginning to creep in as well, and you’re certain your boyfriend can see it - and you’re positive he feels the same.

You share a sleepy smile from across the table, taking a couple moments to just sit quietly together. It’s pleasant and comforting, and it’s something you enjoy about being with Viktor; you never have to fill the silence. Both of you are content to take the time to just Be, even if you’re not actively engaging with each other. His presence…feels like home.

“Hey Vik, can I tell you something?” you ask, and when he nods, you continue, “I’m looking forward to sleeping next to you tonight.”

His cheeks darken to a lovely rosy hue, and your heart flutters happily.

“I’m serious,” you say, “I…don’t usually feel this good around other people. I’m always on edge, like I’m about to say something wrong or like I don’t quite belong. But with you…”

You huff a soft laugh, averting your gaze. “With you, I just feel content. Like I’ve known you for my whole life. You’re easy to talk to, and you make me happy, and I like being near you, and-” you cut yourself off, your own cheeks beginning to heat up. “What I mean is, I’m happy I get to be here. With you.”

Viktor’s hand creeps slowly over the table, and without thinking, you reach for him, sliding your fingers around his - a perfect fit. He just holds you for a couple seconds, stroking his thumb over your skin. It’s tender and sweet, and when you finally gain the courage to look back up at him, his eyes shine with intense affection.

“I am glad you have a terrible sense of direction,” he admits. “If you had not gotten lost at the beginning of the semester, I would not have met you in the same way - we would not be where we are now.”

It’s too early for a declaration of love, you think, but such words certainly feel like a promise. A promise that it might one day happen - that one day you might find yourself wrapped up in another quiet moment with him, with sweet nothings falling off your tongue. And you’ll feel the same sense of wholeness as you always do with him.

And perhaps those words will slip, or perhaps they will be spoken with purpose.

But for now, you’re tucked away in the corner of a quiet little shop, with your hands linked together, sharing quiet conversation.

Unknowingly, the calm before the storm.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor x you #arcane reader insert #sorry for the wait #i broke myself and ive also been having a writers block #Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men

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historia-jaeger · 1 year

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Why I think that Chapter 139 (AOT Ending) makes no sense

Yes. Actually it should come out to your ears, but I thought about the last chapter again and I wanted to share this with you. The story about Ymir Fritz: We knew from Ymir Fritz that she must have been around 14 years old when she was first seen. She was a slave and they had her tongue removed which is why she couldn't speak. When she released the pigs and was therefore hunted and finally fell into the tree, it was a sign of her desire for freedom.

When Zeke was about to go through with the euthanasia plan, Eren hugged Ymir and said she was free. She then followed Eren's plans instead of obeying the king's descendants as she has done over the years. The message was clear: Ymir is no longer a slave to the king.

Until then it was still logical. Ymir Fritz was actually a slave, even after her death. Only Eren could make it clear that she was FREE. But then the last chapter came and nothing made sense anymore.. Suddenly she had feelings for the king and suffered from her love for him for 2 millennia. Only Mikasa could change that. That also explains why she released the pigs and had no will to live. Above all, it never became clear why the ONE person was needed for Ymir to break free and find peace was. People. We talk about of thousend of years. No one can tell me there hasn't been someone who has loved like Mikasa before. Especially the scene in which Mikasa kisses Eren's severed head and Ymir stands next to him with a satisfied expression on his face terrifies me enormously. What's the point of having an impact with Mikasa when Ymir has practically applied herself by obeying Eren instead of Zeke? But the main thing was that you could unnecessarily add more love drama.

Erens plan was...destruction: Eren's plan was to wipe out humanity away from paradise. It is clear why he did this. Paradise threatened to be wiped out from the world and it was evident that there would be no peaceful negotiations. So the goal was set and implemented with Ymir's help. Armin and Co. should stop him, kill him and become heroes so that paradise will be accepted by the world. So I thought... would be his plan. No. Eren's plan was to do whatever it took to get Mikasa to kill him in order to break the titancurse. But if he hadn't known that the curse could be broken in this way, he would still have killed the people. And he doesn't know why... Give him a good reason, PLEASE. Wouldn't the euthanasia plan or the plan to hold the attackers at bay with the Wall Titans have been better options than killng thousands of innocent people? Of course he didn't want to sacrifice Historia and the freedom of his people. Oh well. Eren seemed to want to save his people above all. I think it's a bit of a shame at this point, because he knew that there were also good people outside of paradise. Chadren ist real shit. xD He could have at least THINK about an alternative. Instead of: I don't know why. How EreMika ruined the ending: I personally feel that Eren's outburst of emotion about his love for Mikasa was quite inappropriate. But after all, the whole story should end like this, otherwise Isayama wouldn't have brought in the totally illogical part with Ymir's feelings for her tormentor and the illogicial story, that only Mikasa can end Ymirs lovesick pain. Mikasa is quite a tragic character. She was severely traumatized by the death of her parents and the subsequent death of her new family. It was only thanks to Eren that she didn't give up on herself and life completely. But the aftermath of her trauma is still felt. If you look at her quotes like this, you realize that she says a lot about the beauty and especially the cruelty of life. But "fighting" is also very common in their vocabulary. Eren, on the other hand, is not only the last part of her remaining family, but the one who always gave her support in bad situations. This is also the reason why she doesn't want Eren to put himself in danger and is very protective of him. Unfortunately, her fear of losing Eren gives her quite a bit of tunnel vision. Because of this, she puts herself and others at risk. It should be obvious that she is in love with him. Eren, on the other hand, never seemed to have more feelings for Mikasa, than he did for a good friend or sister. Isayama said he wanted Eren and Mikasa to kiss the moment they were attacked by the grinning titan, but I think that's nonsense. That would mean that he already had feelings for Mikasa at that point and was aware that she liked him too. Who else kisses their adoptive sister without being asked? No. He had to ask Mikasa and then Zeke if she loves him, nine years later so he could be sure. Especially because he should have known it, if he can see into the future. Most of all...why didn't he confess his love to her before kissing Historia's hand? No. From the reader's point of view, it really doesn't appear that Eren had feelings for Mikasa that went beyond sibling love. That's why the scene with Eren's emotional outburst was more than surprising and out of place. It just seemed forced. The whole chapter. ~*~ It just seemed like something had to be concocted to create extra love drama and still squeeze in the fact that Eren loved Mikasa so much. Otherwise you could have left it at Mikasa's kiss and then wrote the scene of the war ending and so on. It would have been a nice ending, because Mikasa was able to break free from her trauma and let Eren go. It would have been more logical, because Ymir would simply have been a slave and not a person with Stockholm Syndrome. And Isayama don´t need to have drawn a flashback in which Eren half-heartedly explains his behavior. That Ymir loved the king and it took Mikasa to break the curse and all the trappings were just out of place and made zero sense. Sorry.

#attack on titan #aot chapter 139 #aot ending

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calkestis · 1 year

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I FINISHED THE GAME OMG 😭 DID YOU SHARE ANY OF YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT?? (ive been avoiding spoilers so if you have pls link) but if not, please share! i wanna scream with someone

i did not share my thoughts because i needed time to process everything lmao but now that you asked, consider this the thoughts sharing post (below the cut, cause it turned into an essay ofc 💀)

i won't be talking about performance issues because i didn't run into many of those (game crashed just once in over 75 hours of play and i've only had some small issues with the fps) - for me it was amazing and i enjoyed every moment of it!!

it didn't leave the mark that jfo left on me, but i think that's because jfo totally took me by surprise, i never thought i'll end up loving that game as much as i do. i love having so much to explore in survivor and so many customisation options as well as many saber stances (i love them all, it's so hard to settle for just 2, but right now the blaster is my new best friend - also because it has some of the most badass finishers)

narratively, i think what carries the game is the characters and how well most of them are written. it's amazing to see the mark that all the loss and nonstop fight has left on cal and the thin line he's walking between the light and the dark - but like i said before, it makes total sense for him to tap into the darkside without being overwhelmed by it or totally falling. and it's great to see that by reflecting on the villains; unlike dagan, cal's main goal is not driven by ego, it's driven by his selfless need of protecting others, and unlike bode, cal is not trying to gatekeep his loved ones, he understands that sometimes people need to walk their own paths even if it means that they'll be in danger at times.

and speaking of villains, i adored rayvis, it was my favourite boss fight and also my favourite villain. i just have a thing for characters that put loyalty and honour above all else and it was so easy to understand and relate to his desire for freedom; the way he asks cal to free him after all this time, even if it meant dying (and the parallel with the ninth sister, which was also a very bittersweet moment, but set up the tone of the game very well).

the entire part that starts with bode's betrayal and all the way to cal finding cere's body put me through a roller coaster of emotions; i was expecting bode to betray them after the conversation he had with cal the night prior (kudos to noshir dalal for showing so much emotion), but my jaw was on the floor when he revealed himself as a former jedi. then the awe of seeing cere fight, the absolute terror of the fight against vader and the way i felt like someone pulled my heart out of my chest when cal was hugging cere one last time. it was some top tier storytelling not just for a video game, but for any media.

the only thing that didn't totally work for me was cal and merrin's relationship. i never actually shipped them (even if i understand why people do) and imo the romance was pretty cliche, even if i understand why they went that way narratively, what they wanted to show regarding the characters. i would've loved to see more of how the closeness between them develops, the dinamic of a friendship maybe or even a more implied kind of relationship, the kind that we saw with jyn and cassian in rogue one. i feel like the way the did it takes away from merrin's character and kinda turns her into a plot device for cal's character. it didn't bother me much, i would've just preferred they went a different way

anyways i'm playing the main story again right now so there might be more thoughts coming ajksdabh

but feel free to come to my ask so we can scream together

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #answers

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asexual-means-no-attraction · 2 years

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Random, but how do you make the distinction between sex repulsion and asexuality? Like, I get one is a sexuality and the other isnt, but in terms of how its expressed and experienced how are they distinct from each other? Asking cuz I’ve met people irl who’ve conflated low libido and repulsion with being asexual and it used to bug me but I felt awkward bringing it up cuz I didnt know them very well (friends of a sister)

It's not uncommon for things to be really similar but still distinct. This goes beyond your question about sex repulsion vs asexuality. There's a lot of things that fall into this confusion. So don't feel back about not being able to really figure it all out.

But a few differences I can think of:

1. One can theoretically be "fixed." If someone is sex repulsed and wants to change that, they can with therapy, strategy, and time (most of the time. Some causes of sex repulsion might not be able to changed). If they are chill with it, then they might not ever find a need to change that which is fine too. It's a matter of what they personally wanna do. But with asexuality, you cannot change that. It's a sexuality. You might realize you were wrong when you thought you were ace, but someone who asexual is and always has been asexual. No amount of therapy or time will change that.

2. Sex repulsion can occur within any sexuality. Everyone has limits to what they're ok with in any relationship. Some limits change with time, some stay the same. You can very much love your partner and be attracted to them while not enjoying the idea of sex. Because it's not specifically about your partner.

Think of touch aversion. People who don't like it when someone randomly touches them without permission, or someone who doesn't enjoy hugs. Some people just have a hard time being touched. They can still form meaningful relationships and they can still desire to be close to someone. They might even desire to b touched even if their body can't handle the sensation.

The same thing goes for sex repulsed individuals. They can still want that close relationship, they may or may not even want sex. They just can't handle certain sensations. They have a boundary. Sexuality isn't a boundary. It tells you who someone is and isn't attracted to. Sex repulsion just tells you about a specific boundary.

3. In a similar vein, sex repulsion is often a lot more private of a topic. Many people would be a lot more comfortable telling you their sexuality than whether or not they are sex repulsed. Can't speak for everyone, but in my experience those who are sex repulsed like to keep that information more private. Not to say people don't always keep their sexuality private, but often times I find one is more personal to someone than the other.

4. The cause is very very different. Most (not all) of those who have sex repulsion tend to have it due to mental illness, a medical condition, trauma, etc. Sometimes even multiple causes might tie into it. It's a lot more complex of an idea and so are the causes. Sexuality is significantly more simple and the cause being quite literally "they were born that way." Nothing can change your sexuality, but many things may change your opinions and comfort level on having sex.

If anyone else can think of things feel free to add on. But that's all I can think of right now.

But on a last note, a word of advice:

-its ok to stay silent. It's ok to be uncomfortable sometimes. Yes, it's important to speak up and help people understand concepts. But it's not a job and it's not something you should do every possible time the option arises. Pick and choose your chances. Talking to a sibling's friend that you barely know might not really go well. But talking one that you've met a few times might actually give some results.

-I always find offering to give information is the best strategy. "Would you like me to explain or no?" If they say no, leave it be. Often times they'll come back later asking for the information, and they'll be significantly more likely to listen at that point. I've done that many a times when explaining trans issues to people. Managed to get a whole group of guys from 'calling trans women it' to saying 'I don't get it, but I'm willing to respect it' by the end of one summer just by offering to give the information and waiting for them to come and ask for it.

-listen to your mood. If you're going to get annoyed or snippy at their confusion it's best you don't try to talk to someone in that moment. You have to go in willing to calmly nod at their confusion no matter how silly and dumb it might feel to you. No matter how much it feels like the just can't connect the dots that are right on front of them. You have to meet them with understanding and not make them feel stupid for not understanding something. People want to learn, they want to be better. And if you're not able to be the respectful person to help them in a current moment, then wait for another chance when you can. It's ok. We can't always be understanding.

#answered #ask #long post

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lorirwritesfanfic · 2 years

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When The Bubble Bursts

Author's note: I haven’t posted any Meant To Be chapters in a long time, so here’s a new one with a nice dose of drama. [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: M Word count: 4635 Reading time: ~18 min Summary: As another scandal involving Daphne’s name spreads, fear of rejection gets the best of her. Based on the prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge day one: ramen / A Beautiful Mess

Daphne shivered as a cold wind blew against her face when she opened the door to the master bedroom. Cursing under her breath, she tiptoed her way back to the bed. A part of her regretted leaving the bed earlier to finish an article for a class assignment, but it was for the best. Now she could enjoy all her free time, starting a nap that hopefully would ease jetlag.

Once she laid down, her feet bumped into powerful and warm limbs hidden under the duvet. A smile spread across her lips as she shifted on the bed to gaze at him. Lying on his stomach with one side of his face pressed against a pillow, Hamid slept soundly as the sun kissed his skin whilst it slowly disappeared in the horizon for the night to come. Unlike her, he didn't seem bothered by the cold. Somehow he always managed to stay warm and comfortable, as though his body could store the heat of the sun for later.

Daphne moved closer whilst her fingers slowly ran through his dark hair. Lost in thought, she wondered if life with him would always be peaceful, as if the world outside didn't exist. An afternoon of leisure would be unthinkable if she was in the UK, even when she was jetlagged. Most days, her options were either spend as much time as possible away from home or surrender to her grandmother's will by attending any random courtly functions. But with him, she could have many days of pure bliss doing anything they wanted.

As her hand wandered down to the nape of his neck, he breathed in and leaned into her touch. If it wasn't for the wind coming from the door to the balcony left ajar, this little sweet moment would make her forget all about the cold. Fortunately, she knew he'd have no issues with sharing some of his warmth with her.

The lady then crawled under the covers and climbed on top of him, lying with her stomach pressed on his back. The fresh smell of his shampoo wafted to her nose. His skin ratiated heat. Her arms wrapped around him and she rested her head on his back.

"I could get used to this," she thought to herself. But then again, who couldn't?

As Hamid slowly rose from slumber, Daphne began to pepper his shoulder blades with kisses.

With his eyes still closed, he mumbled. "Aşkım?"

"Iyi akşamlar, bir tanem,¹" she whispered.

"İyi akşamlar..." He breathed. "Rüya mı görüyorum?"²

"What?"

The two of them chuckled.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice I've been ignoring Duolingo lessons for a week," she confessed.

He laughed louder.

"Hey! Turkish is hard!" Daphne pouted.

"Says the woman raised to speak Mandarin at home and English at school."

She grimaced and returned to her side of the bed, hiding her face with a pillow.

"Aşkım, I'm joking."

Hamid sat up and tried to remove the pillow from her face, but she hugged it tighter. He then reached for her hand, caressing it softly until her grip loosened and he could lift it to his lips.

"I feel so lazy now…"

Her voice was a bit muffled by the pillow, yet she couldn't hide her frustration.

"No, you're not. You never needed to learn Turkish in the first place, but you're still doing it on your own. And you're doing great."

"Thanks..."

He gazed at the pillow still pressed on her face. "I'm sensing there's a 'but' coming."

She removed the pillow from her face and sat up abruptly. "But I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to." He then leaned back on the headboard and caressed her face. "Tell me what's bothering you."

A line formed between her brows as she gathered courage to speak. "Don't you think madam Raisa will dislike me less if I'm not completely ignorant when it comes to Turkish culture?"

"You don't need my mother's approval."

"But wouldn't it be easier if she didn't hate me?"

"She doesn't hate you."

"She obviously doesn't like me."

Hamid heaved a sigh and pulled her closer, cradling her in his arms. "Perhaps it would be easier. But I don't want you to worry about reaching up to my mother's standards."

"I don't blame her for wishing the best for you. She is your mum."

"It doesn't mean she truly knows what's best for me," he said, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "If instead of jumping to conclusions, she had taken some time to know you when she met you, she would understand why I fell in love with you."

"Do you think so?"

"I know so. Besides, you're not completely ignorant to Turkish culture. You’ve been watching Turkish soup opera way before we met, you know great Turkish songs… You even learned some new words lately."

The corners of his mouth went upwards as Daphne shifted on the bed and looked away to hide her flushed cheeks.

"Are we going to talk about this new pet name you just gave me?"

"You started with the petnames in Turkish. I just took a page of your playbook."

"True... But I still want to know why."

"I don't know..." She gave her shoulders slightly. "It just felt right. After all, you're the only one I call my love."

A wide grin spread on his lips, his handsome features gleamed with joy. Hamid is known for the smile that charmed all kinds of people and opened a lot of doors for him. But this one smile she witnessed right now, the same she had seen a few times whenever he seemed to be truly happy, was her favourite.

"Daphne... My Daphne..." He murmured. "I'll never get tired of hearing you call me 'my love'."

He dotted kisses on her face and trailed down her neck. Shifting on the bed, Hamid hastily climbed down on her. His hands roamed down her sides and pushed up her oversized jumper, granting him access to her stomach.

As his lips brushed against the swell of her breasts, a sudden chill travelled up her spine. Daphne cupped his face and guided him back up to gaze at him.

Hamid looked back at her in worry. "Is everything alright, aşkım?"

She nodded. "I just needed to be sure you're real."

His brows rose in surprise. "I don't know if I should feel flattered or offended by what you said."

"Hamidciğim, that's not what I meant..." She apologised, her thumbs caressing his face. "I haven't felt this happy in a long time and I needed to know you're really here because if at some point I wake up, it'll be so upsetting."

"I guess I have to admit I felt the same way just a few minutes ago."

Her eyes widened. "You did?"

"I did. Rüya mı görüyorum means 'am I dreaming?'."

"Did you really think you were dreaming?"

"For a moment, yes. At the very least, I thought I had reached that state of consciousness where it's unclear if I'm awake or asleep."

"Aw..."

Closing the distance between them, the couple laid down sharing soft kisses.

Hamid pressed his forehead against hers and whispered. "Why is it so hard for us to believe we deserve to be as happy as we are now?"

"Because reality sucks most of the time."

He chuckled softly. "It is easier to feel happy when it's just us here, without any interference from the outside world."

"As if we live in a bubble of love?"

"Mmhmm..." He laid down with his head on her chest, smiling at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. "It's such a shame we can't pay bills as we make love. We're so good at it."

She giggled.

"Perhaps we should never leave this flat."

"I don't know... Wouldn't you get bored of me eventually?"

"Never." He looked up at her with conviction gleaming in his eyes. "This bed is the only place we're fully committed to agreeing and compromising with each other. The minute one of us steps out of it, we're going to find something to argue about."

"True... We still haven't discussed the obscene amount of money you spent on chandeliers for the bathrooms."

"It wasn't that expensive. You're just annoyed I forgot to include towel warmers in my last purchase. Though you already know my opinion about them," he taunted.

"İstanbul is cold! Towel warmers are indispensable!" She scowled.

"See? We didn't even have to leave the bed this time."

Daphne shook her head grinning. After a brief silence, she sighed. "It would be nice if our disagreements were only about home decor."

"Indeed it would." Mischief sparkled in his eyes as his lips travelled along her collarbone. "But we always agree on all subjects that truly matter."

"We surely do."

A pleasant ache began to grow whilst his hands caressed her sides. Hamid pulled down her undies and took his time kissing her lower belly.

"Is this okay, aşkım?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? We can just cuddle if you're tired." He looked back at her, searching for a more affirmative answer in her eyes.

"I—" She frowned. "Do I still look tired?"

"No. I just don't think you've rested long enough today."

"But I told you the deadline of my article on Giotto's pieces is Monday."

"And then you say you feel lazy..." He shook his head with a smile. "Daphne, it's Saturday. You'd have plenty of time to do it tomorrow."

"There's Sevim's party tomorrow."

"We won't stay there for more than two hours. You could have finished your article after we arrived."

"Two hours?! It's your baby sister's birthday!"

"As long as we take gifts, we'll be fine. I heard Baba paid some K-pop idol to make a quick appearance there. She won't even notice if we stay for fifteen minutes and leave."

"Hamid!" She shoved him playfully.

As his smile began to dissolve, he gazed at her intently. "I mean it, aşkım. I can wait."

"I know you can..."

Closing the distance between them, she kissed him once more.

"We can try something less intense."

"We don't have to move past foreplay."

"And we can work more with lips, tongues, hands..."

A wolfish grin adorned his features. "I like where this is going..." he murmured, climbing down her body again.

"I had a feeling you would..."

His eyes grew darker before he disappeared under the duvet. Anticipation built up as he positioned himself between her legs and wrapped his arms around her thighs. But as he dipped down, a buzzing sound caught her attention.

"Hamidciğim..." She moaned.

"Mmm?"

"Your phone..."

"Mhmm..."

Despite gentle waves of pleasure surging through her, she couldn't seem to ignore the mobile continued to buzz on the nightstand.

"Aren't you going to pick up?"

"No..." He whispered against the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

"But it could be work."

"I don't work on weekends."

"It could be important."

With that, he knelt on the bed to gaze at her. "Do you really think is there anything more important to me than what we're doing right now?"

"No, but..." She made a face. "The buzzing is annoying..."

He chuckled softly and got out of the bed to shut it down. His eyes lingered on the phone screen for a bit, then he put it back on the nightstand.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Hamid replied as he returned to bed. "Now where were we?"

"Don't think you can pick up where you left off so easily."

"Can't I?" He feigned shock.

Daphne shook her head.

"Oh, well..." Hamid crawled under the duvet, working his way up on her body with kisses. "I guess I'll have to start all over again."

Their eyes met for a second. On the next one, their lips fused together with haste, hungrily. Perhaps they would move past foreplay after all.

Daphne winced as a yowling coming from the hallway reached her ears.

"Ugh, not again..." She grumbled.

The lady had no doubts her boyfriend’s cat didn't like her and was obviously jealous that her pet parent dedicated so much attention to somebody else. Peeing on Daphne's suitcase clearly wasn't enough for the feline. Maya had to yowl all night to make sure no one could sleep until she saw fit.

As the meows grew louder, Daphne turned to the side to wake Hamid and found herself alone.

"Hamidciğim?"

She glanced at the en suite hoping he would answer from there. Yet nothing other than silence and Maya's yowling followed.

"Okay, I got it..."

Daphne got out of the bed, put on her jumper, searched for the only clean socks she still had and opened the door for the cat.

Maya trotted across the room searching for her pet parent to no avail, settled down by sitting on the pillow on Daphne's side and meowed softly.

"Did you feel lonely, Maya? Is that why you're yowling like that?"

The cat stared at her intently.

"You don't like me, but I could play with you until Hamid comes back if you promise not to chop off my hand."

Maya simply continued to stare at her.

"But he wouldn't leave us alone here, would he?"

Daphne glanced around the room, looking for a note or any clues of where Hamid would be and realised his phone was no longer on the nightstand.

Just then, Maya jumped out of the bed and stopped by the door that led to the balcony.

"What is it, Maya?"

As the cat tried to scratch her way out of the room, a shadow moved from one side to another.

Daphne then opened the drapes and found Hamid pacing around in deep conversation over the phone.

"You're so clever, Maya... I almost feel like giving you a treat later.” Daphne mumbled. “That is to say if you don’t decide to pee on my make-up bag too."

As she opened the glass door, Maya rushed to Hamid, rubbing herself against his legs.

"Seni hemen ararım, tamam?²" Hamid looked down at his feet in surprise and crouched down to pet her. "Kızim, kapıyı nasıl açtın?³"

"She found another big hairless cat with agile paws to open the door for her," Daphne replied as she quietly approached them.

He stood up and enveloped her in his arms. "Hey, what are you doing out here? It's cold."

"Yeah... I deeply regret I didn't put on undies now."

The two of them chuckled.

"Come. Let's go you inside before you catch a cold."

As soon as they walked into the bedroom, Hamid sat back on the bed and tucked Daphne in whilst Maya laid next to his feet.

"Were you returning the call you refused to take earlier?"

"Yes."

"Is it work?"

"No."

"But it's important."

"Yes."

She furrowed her brows. "Why are you monosyllabic all of a sudden? Is something wrong?"

"No."

Daphne narrowed her eyes.

"I'm just handling some dumb stuff. It's no big deal. I'll tell you everything later."

"Why wait until later when you can tell me now?" She yawned.

"Tempting... but I'd rather tell you after your second nap."

"What second nap?"

As she rested her head on his lap, he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes slowly grew heavier and impossibly hard to open.

"Cheap shot..." She mumbled with her eyes closed. The warmth of his lips on her face was the last thing she felt before she drifted off again.

Snowflakes piled up on the balcony when Daphne finally woke up again. The room was surprisingly cosy, especially because of the smell of soy sauce, sesame oil and mushrooms coming from the kitchen. Beaming at the thought of Hamid cooking, she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen.

Sadly, Hamid was nowhere to be seen again. On the cooktop, a wok with mushrooms and vegetables boiled in soy sauce whilst cooked noodles and eggs rested in another pan.

"Leaving the food unattended, huh? Bad Hamidciğim..." She tsked.

Daphne thought about just turning off the burner and waiting for him to come back. If he left the burner on, he wasn't that far. But her stomach was growling at the smell.

"I won't ruin anything if I mix everything together and turn the burner off, right? It's almost ready..."

She glanced around and without thinking twice, she mixed everything together and turned off the stove.

"That wasn't so hard. Maybe I can cook after all."

A giggle escaped her lips as she shook her head and proceeded to arrange the table for two.

She had just placed a vase with tulips on the table when her phone buzzed on the sideboard. Disconnecting it from the charger, she checked the ID caller and answered.

"Hey, Bartie!"

"Finally! I've been trying to talk to you since this morning!"

"Have you?"

"Of course, Daph. How is everything there?"

"It's great!"

"Really?"

A small line formed between her brows. "Yeah..."

"So you guys handled it, right? That's good."

"What?"

"Hold on a second."

Over the phone, she could still hear whispering between two people (most likely Yusuf and Bartholomew himself) and a 'shit...' once the whispers ended. Something awful was going on and somehow she had a feeling it was connected to the ‘dumb stuff’ Hamid had to handle.

"Daph?"

"What is going on, Bart?"

"I guess he didn't tell you..."

"Tell me what?"

"It's no big deal now. Yusuf told me they handled everything and everyone is saying I'm overreacting. But I had to call you and see how you're dealing with everything. I'm the only one who also knows how complicated dating a Turkish diplomat can be."

"Then tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Somebody leaked a video of the two of you on Instagram and it went viral here in America. Apparently, it also went viral there as well. But Hamid worked with a judge to take it down since you're protected by GDPR article 17."

Colour drained from her face. Was this really happening again?

"What's in the video?"

"It's nothing bad. It's just a footage of the two of you two kissing at the airport. It's a really sweet video, actually, but..."

"Turkish diplomats should not be seen in public displays of affection. Especially when they're single and the other person involved isn't Muslim."

"Yeah..."

Daphne heaved a tired sigh and shook her head.

"You two looked happy... Did you tell him?"

"I did..."

Her eyes welled up at the memory of the previous night. Meeting Hamid again after over a month apart. How she felt safe and happy in his arms. Telling him she loved him and hearing him say it back. And the kiss. Yet, that precious moment was meant for only them to know. No one else.

"What do I do now?"

"Nothing. They handled everything."

"Who's they?"

"Um..."

"Bart, you already told me everything. Tell me who took care of it."

"Hamid. Yusuf. Arthur... and Lord Vincent."

Daphne glanced at Hamid's study, from where she could hear him talking over the phone. Given how angry he sounded, she only assumed he was talking to the one person who knew just how to get under his skin.

"Bartie, if he knows that I'm protected by the right to be forgotten law, do you think he knows...?"

"Arthur told them it was because of the tennis match incident with Theresa. But things are getting serious between you two, Daph. You have to tell him eventually."

"I know..." She choked as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, hun."

"It's okay. The bubble was going to burst at some point..."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I hope so..."

"Me too. Call me if you need anything."

"Sure... Bye."

"Bye."

The phone fell off her hand as her mouth went dry and her legs weakened. Lightheaded, she sat on a chair nearby and took deep breaths to calm herself. Keeping their relationship a secret only shared with a few close friends was a decision both of them agreed to, but for different reasons.

Hamid is a public figure that represented the Turkish government in foreign countries. Though he is without a doubt a modern and reasonable man who had no trouble adapting to western culture, he is part of a traditional and wealthy family strongly attached to its roots. Any situations that might cause controversy or compromise his image quickly vanished from the internet before they even reached the tabloids or gossip profiles on social media.

Daphne, on the other hand, had a good number of scandals tied to her name, despite the lack of physical or virtual evidence. But rumours still spread fast. The judgemental stares still reached her. Menacing words still haunted her.

Tears streamed down her face once more. He probably didn't know it yet. But she had a feeling it was only a matter of time until he find out. If something as small as a passionate kiss was enough to call the cavalry, what would he do if he knew her secret? Would he judge her too? Was their love strong enough to make him stay? The very thought of his rejection shook her to the core.

"Aşkım?" Hamid gazed at her in worry.

Before she could realise it, he already had wrapped her in his arms. A wave of anguish took over her body and tears kept coming down. It was so odd to feel safe in his arms, but still scared he could turn his back on her at any moment. Was there a right moment or way to tell him what she has been hiding from him?

For a long time, they simply stood in the middle of the dining room. She sobbed. He hugged her tightly, caressed her hair and wiped her tears. He didn't say anything. No questions asked. He was just there, holding her.

Once the tears subsided, she brushed her hands over her face one last time and pulled away.

"Do you feel better now?"

She shook her head.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"You know exactly what happened."

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he averted her gaze. Then he nodded.

"Bart told you," he assumed.

"Why didn't you tell me first?"

"Because this has nothing to do with you."

"Nothing to do with me?!" She glared at him in disbelief. "I am the reason we have to keep our relationship a secret!"

"No, you're not! Both of us have our reasons."

"Oh my god! Can't you see that any association with my name can tarnish your career?" She snapped.

"Aşkım, don't say that..." He frowned.

"You know it's true. You know your family will never truly accept me. Why do we keep lying to ourselves if we know exactly how it ends?!"

But as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately regretted them.

"How it ends?" He repeated as if trying to process what she said.

She couldn't believe herself. She didn't think she could feel any more hurt than she was before, yet life has proven her wrong. The sorrow in his eyes hurt her so deeply. And she only had herself to blame.

"Daphne..."

"I'm sorry..." She sniffled between words. "I'm so sorry..."

Daphne rushed to the spare room and closed the door. Sitting on the floor, she hugged her legs and stared at the door thinking of a way out, a way to fix this.

She had no clue how much had passed when she noticed his shadow standing by the door. He moved around, pacing. But he didn't knock or try to open it. Maybe he wanted to give her space. Or maybe he needed space and just realized it now. Either way, she couldn't blame him for hesitating.

When his shadow disappeared from view, she opened the door and went straight to the laundry room to pick up her clothes. If things did end between them, she wanted to be ready to leave.

As she took the last of her clothes from the dryer, Hamid quietly approached the door.

"Can we talk about it now?"

She looked back at him, bit down her lip to keep it from trembling and proceeded to fold the clothes.

"Daphne, I need to understand what happened. Do you…” He trailed off for a second. ”Do you want to break up with me?"

"No," she said turning back to face him.

"Then why were you talking about endings?"

"You know why..." She took a few steps closer to him. "I know we agreed to keep a low profile about our relationship, but how long can we keep doing this? Do you even see us out in the open?"

"Of course I do! Don't you?"

She looked down at her hands.

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you until I had everything handled. I knew you'd be scared. I knew you'd second guess what we have because of the video. And I can't stand this..." He then took her hand in his. "We did nothing wrong. Nothing! The only thing stopping me from shouting from the rooftop how much I love you right now is knowing you're not ready to handle what comes next."

What comes next? "You..." She paused, taking her time to understand how they went from talking about breakups to next steps. "Would you really do that now?"

"Is that a dare?" A corner of his mouth lifted.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "No!"

He chuckled softly and pulled her into a hug.

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes welled up again. But this time, relief washed over her.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he did love her enough to handle all her baggage. But not now. This was a conversation they would have some other time.

"I'm sorry I said that..."

"It's okay," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry I omitted this situation from you."

"I understand why you didn't." She buried her face into his chest. "Why can't I be more hopeful like you?"

"Because reality sucks most of the time."

"It doesn't when you're around..."

And just like that, joy gleamed in his eyes again. The same smile she saw when she told him why she called him 'bir tanem' and the previous night when she professed her love for him adorned his features again.

She was about to close the distance between them when he picked her up. Their lips fused together tenderly, but still filled with a desire both of them were so well acquainted to.

When they pulled apart, Hamid glanced at the pile of clothes from the corner of an eye. "Do you still have to fold clothes and get ready to run away from me?"

Daphne pursed her lips. "I would have to take them from the dryer and put them back in my suitcase eventually."

"Can you do it later? I have something to show you."

"Now?"

"Yeah now! Come on!"

Hamid pulled her by the hand and guided her to the lounge. As they stood before the TV, he grabbed the remote control and pressed play.

On the large screen, Daphne watched herself rushing toward him and the two of them shared a tight hug in the middle of the airport. The camera changed the angle and captured a side view of them as they pulled away. She saw uncertainty in her face for split second, but then squared her shoulders and said it. She had many doubts that night, but she was completely sure of her feelings for him.

"You kept it..." Daphne whispered.

"I did." He smiled softly.

"But I thought it was gone."

"It is. As far as everyone knows, this video never existed. But we deserve to have this."

As the video ended, a tear rolled down her face once more. He brushed it away with his thumb and kissed her cheek.

"I don't know what the future holds for us, but I want you to know I believe in us."

"I believe in us too..." She sniffled.

"I wouldn't mind if you didn't."

“Wouldn’t you?"

"I waited months to hear you say you love me. I'd wait for you to believe in us for as long as it took." He sighed. "But I'm glad I don't have to."

The two of them laughed.

"Now then, I have one question to ask."

"Okay."

"Do you prefer Riesling or saké with mushroom ramen?"

"That's your question?"

"I'm out of rice wine, our ramen is heating up and I'm too hungry to order and wait..." He pouted.

"You poor baby..." she giggled. "Is the saké sweet or dry?"

"Dry."

"Let's have the Riesling."

"Really?"

"What can I say? I like my drinks how I like my man."

"Sweet, strong and inebriating?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Exactly." She rose on her toes to give him a kiss.

"Wine it is..."

After one more kiss, they went to the kitchen to fetch the wine and ramen and finally start their meal.

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¹ Iyi akşamlar, bir tanem : Good evening, my one and only

² Seni hemen ararım, tamam? : I'll call you right back, okay?

³ Kızim, kapıyı nasıl açtın, huh?: Daughter, how did you open the door?

#choices fanfic #desire and decorum #desire and decorum fanfic #prince hamid #hamid x mc #choicesaugust2022 #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates #desire & decorum modern day au #meant to be au

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po-pulari-tics · 1 year

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For men's mental health month, let us talk about things that can help.

Know that there are many support options for you. There are now phone, email, chat, and text lines. There are also forums.

If you do not want to join such a place, try a hobby group. I find that hobby groups are generally nice, and you can distract yourself while making friends.

Try many different destress and coping mechanisms. We are all unique, so different ones work for different people. For me, I pretend to smoke. The breathing technique is very relaxing. (The nicotine, of course, would not be. It is known to increase anxiety.)

When good people ask how you are doing, be honest. It can be very scary to open up, but it can also be rewarding. Start with little things. As you find those are safe to share, you can share more.

Remember that you deserve happiness and peace. You deserve space to talk about your struggles, and to receive hugs and comfort.

If people are abusive to you, feel free to block them or to tell them off. You are allowed to be angry when you are mistreated.

Please know that you are not responsible for abusive men's actions. It is not right or fair for people to blame you for this.

If you feel the need to harm yourself, and none of your coping mechanisms are working, hold an ice cube. This is not very damaging, but it does hurt. It will hopefully abate your desire. My ideal is that you never hurt yourself. I want you to have happiness and peace.

If you own a firearm, have 2 safes. One for ammo, and one for the firearm. Or at least store them in different places. The delay in reaching the firearm gives you extra time to think before using it on yourself. It also prevents unauthorized users from hurting you/themselves.

For non-men:

Ask the men in your life how they are doing. Take time to care for them.

Do not tell them they cannot cry, or that their problems are small. Do not mock.

Use the same tactics we use for all depressed people. Listen, validate, and only offer to help if you will follow through. (It is very damaging to hear, "I will help," and then they do not.) Be realistic about how much you can help. Helping can come in the form of distracting them with fandom/hobbies.

If you are a traumatized person, and you find yourself lashing out at random men, it is your job to avoid them. Do not engage whatsoever. If you need to vent, do it under trigger warnings and a read more. (On tumblr, this is the button with 2 straight lines and a squiggle in the middle. Bottom right on mobile.) Taking your anger out on strangers is not acceptable.

Thank you for reading, and for taking this in good faith. I wish you peace and happiness.

#mental heath support #mental heath awareness #mental wellbeing #men's health #trans men #mental health

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magisteramentia · 2 years

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The Manager Pt. 1 - A Resort Story

“Such a beautiful resort”, Sophie said taking in the sea breeze and watching the palm trees that framed the hotel.

“I know,” Jeremy led the way towards the lobby, hugging his wife by her lower back.

“It was very generous of your boss to give you this vacation as a bonus,” Sophie leaned her head on him as they waited in line.

There was a small tray with free piña coladas, Sophie took one and sipped on it.

“This reminds me of our honeymoon,” She sighed, “Remember Cabo?” She said grabbing her husband’s ass.

“Sophie!” Her husband jumped in place, “Save it for the bedroom,” He said and took her hand away from his ass, he held her until they arrived at the receptionist.

“Hi!” Said the woman at the reception, “ Welcome to Puerto Vallarta, is this your first time visiting our resort?” She asked in a chirpy voice and perfect English.

“Hi, Yes. The reservation should be under West, Jeremy West.” He said and slid his passport so the receptionist could read it.

“Perfect, Mr. West.” She began typing and compared the passport to the computer, then she returned it to him. “Jeremy West, reservation for two, One Villa, all-inclusive for two weeks and optional manager program. Is that correct Mr. West.”

“Uhm, yes. I think so. What is that thing you said at the end?”

“The manager program, it's like a concierge, but one of our managers will be assigned to you to look after all your needs 24/7.”

“That sounds expensive, I think we could do without it.” He said

The receptionist typed some more and read the computer, “It is already paid within the package your company ordered for you Mr. West, it is yours if you wish.”

Then she looked up and down at Jeremy and Sophie and gave a concerned look.

“The Manager program normally is something that is asked by our repeated guests, it is rarely advised for new guests.”

“Is there a particular reason for that?” Sophie asked.

“The Manager normally programs activities according to the desires of recurring guests. It takes time to create a profile and first-time guests are encouraged to enjoy the facilities and review the activities first before hiring a manager.”

Sophie gave the receptionist a soft smile, the kind that she used when she wanted something, and knew she could it, “And, can’t the manager explain or recommend activities for the newcomers?”

The receptionist lowered her eyes and typed, she knew that look, she was already decided and was printing the acceptance contract.

“Yes, our Managers are trained to cater to and learn from our guests as they work with them. It is simply a program that, when a guest comes back to our resort they already know what it is they are looking for.”

“If it is already paid then-” Sophie said and the receptionist slid a paper in front of them.

“If you wish to hire one of our managers all you have to do is sign these forms. Both of you, please.”

Jeremy took the silver pen that the receptionist was offering and signed, then he passed the pen to Sophie.

She stared at the pen, it was odd, when he signed it wrote with red ink that shinned pink when exposed to the light.

Sophie signed as well.

“Excellent.” The desk girl typed and pulled one big key and one small key and handed them to the couple, “Here are your keys, a Manager will be with you shortly and help you with your baggage. In the meantime, you can enjoy the facilities, order anything at the bar. Make yourselves comfortable. Have a nice day.”

The young couple thanked the receptionist and moved to the bar to order another pair of piña coladas.

“It is a lovely place, and to think your boss would even pay for a premium like that.” Sophie said to her husband and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “You must have done a great job.”

Jeremy felt a bit flustered, “Well, it wasn’t much. I don’t think it was that big of a deal to close that sale, it was a team effort.” He said. It was true. Jeremy still wasn’t sure why his boss thought he deserved the bonus. The team did most of the job and the sale was solidified even before he was assigned to the project.

“Well, even luck is a skill,” Sophie said taking a seat by the bar. She was ready to jump into the pool as soon as possible. She had worn her bikini under her blue tube top and a matching beach skirt, a sarong, one simple pull from the fabric, and she could throw it away and swim away.

Jeremy ran a hand over her back.

“I think this tropical weather suits you.” He said returning the kiss on the cheek.

“I like it. I can show off my belly piercing. Normally you are the only one that can see it back home.” She gave her a mischievous smile and a complicit wink.

“So I will have to share this sight with everyone on this trip?” He said snuggling her neck, “such travesty.”

There was a cough behind them.

“Good day, are you Mr. And Ms. West?” The man was tall and tanned, he was wearing a crisp navy blue uniform and had a military-like posture.

“Yes, are you the manager,” Jeremy asked.

“Yes, Mr. West. You can call me Enrique. If you would follow me, your villa is ready.” He snapped his fingers and two young men jumped ahead and carried the luggage from the young couple.

Walking ahead of them, the manager kept a solemn and serious demeanor while explaining the facilities. The road to the beach was that way, the pool was open 24/7. There are different restaurants and bars, there is the club that way and the theatre that other way.

Jeremy and Sophie barely listened to his explanation. Mostly enthralled by each other’s bodies, the husband’s hands were playfully exploring his wife’s body that wasn’t covered by the bikini fabric. And Sophie closed her eyes and let herself be led by her husband, enjoying his touch and love.

Eventually, they reached the villa, a small house of two floors with a balcony that faced west towards the distant sea. Enrique coughed to call their attention.

“Your keys, please.” He said and waited for the key to be handed to them.

Jeremy felt a bit odd that this man demanded the keys from them but he relented and handed the pair of keys to them.

Enrique pointed to the big key, “This is the main key, it opens all the doors in this villa.” He said and opened the door for them.

There was a kitchenette, a small living room with a TV, a dining table, and a stair that led to the second floor where the bedroom was.

The two bell boys walked ahead and climbed the stairs to leave the luggage in the bedroom. They ran back and waited by the door, next to the Manager.

Jeremy pulled out his wallet and pulled a few dollars to hand it to the two boys.

Enrique lifted a hand.

“Keep your money, Mr. West.” He said and made a sign towards the two bell boys who immediately left the building. “It is your first time at this Resort, we run things a bit differently around here, we have no need for monetary tips.”

His eyes looked behind Jeremy and settled on Sophie. Then he turned towards the door to leave.

“I will be explaining along as it is needed during your stay, I will accompany you in all your activities while you are our guests. For now, I will take my leave to prepare a recommended itinerary while you settle yourselves. See you in half an hour Mr. And Ms. West.”

With that Enrique closed the door and left.

It took Jeremy a few seconds to realize that he had left with the key. Well, he would be coming back in half an hour.

Jeremy turned to his wife. The sight of her body wearing a bikini was turning him on. After all those days at work that he had to stay late at night and arrive tired, he missed his wife’s body.

He hugged her close and kissed her before she had time to react.

His tongue danced with hers as Sophie melted into his arms.

She broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Jeremy,” she said flustered, “I really wanted to go to the pool.” Her husband leaned in and kissed her neck eliciting a moan.

Kissing her husband’s neck, Sophie began to undress him, taking off his polo shirt, going down over his chest she bites his right nipple and grins at him.

“I love when you do that,” He moans.

“I also know you love when I do something else,” Sophie kept going down, getting to her knees, getting his belt and pants out of the way.

“Fuck, yes,” He moaned caressing her head.

She kissed his half-erect cock, licking the underside.

“Do you think we have enough time?” Jeremy moaned as Sophie engulfed his member between her lips.

Bobbing up and down, getting him hard for her.

“I will make it fast,” She said.

She began to play with his balls. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock. Sophie kept looking up to her husband.

He could see a hint of her cute smile in her eyes as she pleased him.

She pulled down her bikini top and showed him her tits with a wink without missing a bit of bobbing her head. They were pale, with her pink nipples and her skin free of much-needed tan lines.

Her suction and skill were driving him closer and closer, he could feel his balls tightening.

Sophie felt his cock twitch.

Jeremy grabbed his wife’s head “I am so close,” He moaned.

*knock knock knock* “Mr. And Ms. West?” it was Enrique’s voice.

“Fuck.” Jeremy groaned.

Sophie pulled out his cock from her mouth and gave him a wicked smile as she kept pumping him with her hand.

“Yes?” She said, still on her knees as she looked over her shoulder.

“I have your itinerary ready, would you care to join me at the pool?”

She looked up at her husband and kissed his cock.

“Please let me-” He said before her hand slid away and she stood up.

Sophie winked at him and reached for the door, “Of course,” She said, “Give us one second, my husband is changing into his swimming trunks.”

“Of course Ms. West. May I come in?”

She kissed her husband and pushed him over to the bathroom and threw him his trunks before closing the door.

“I really want to go to the pool,” Sophie said to her husband before walking to the door and letting Enrique in.

“Come in, please.” She said, “He won’t be long now.”

Jeremy sat at the toilet and groaned. His erection showed no sign of receding. He took off his pants and boxers and pulled the swimming suit over his hard penis.

“Shit.” He stared at his stubborn member.

Groaning, he decided he could not let his wife wait until his erection calmed down.

“Honey, why don’t you follow Enrique to the pool, I can find my way on my own. It won’t take long.”

“Of course my love.” She felt satisfied with herself, it would take a bit more for him to join her. She was proud of his stamina, but it was him that started all of this. Now she could take the sun while he waited in the bathroom.

“This way Ms. West.” Enrique opened the door and led the way.

Jeremy thought it would be faster if he could simply, jerk it off, after all, he was already almost cumming by the time Enrique arrived.

But as much as he wanted to touch himself, to simply grab his thing. Something in his mind would not allow it.

His hand would reach between his legs but he would not reach for it. His fingers tightening only to find them grasping air.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Okay. I fucking wanted to do it with Sophie. Ok. Calm down.” u

Little by little he controlled himself.

It took him almost twenty minutes, but he finally managed to get his dick into a soft enough state that he could shove it inside his trunks and walk out of the bathroom without it looking awkward.

But it felt terrible, his dick was so sensitive against the mesh from the swimming suit.

He tried to focus on the breeze, the smell, anything but the memory of his wife or the feeling of his sensitive penis.

But the landscape wasn’t helping. Everywhere he looked around, women wearing the most revealing bikinis and swimsuits were walking past him.

“I’m a married potato, I’m a married potato, I’m a married potato.” He kept repeating to himself as he approached the pool.

He found Sophie lounging on her back over a beach chair. The back of her bikini was undone and her hair was wet.

“Hi, how are you doing,” He said taking a seat in the chair next to her.

“Already jumped into the pool and now I was just taking the sun waiting for you…” She said in a lazy coquettish tone, “but you took so long to get here that I had to ask Enrique to help me put on some sunscreen.” She looked at him. That grin on her lips.

He felt himself twitch. Was he turned on or was it just jealousy. He looked up at Enrique who held his military stance by Sophie’s side.

“Strictly professional, sir.” He said.

Sophie purred and stretched with feline grace, “Yes, Strictly professional.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes and laid back.

She sent him a kiss.

“Enrique, would you pass me the sunscreen?” He asked.

“Of course, sir, would you like some help applying it on your back?” He said without any trace of mockery or irony.

“No, thanks. I can manage.” Jeremy said and applied the sunscreen on himself as best as he could.

She was just trying to get into his nerves. He took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling the breeze, the smell of her coconut sunscreen, he stretched and listened to the calming sounds of the sea and the moaning of lovers having sex.

He sat down and looked around. They were loud, and just across the pool.

Jeremy stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. The girl had thrown her bikini top and it was floating in the pool, she didn’t have any tan lines either, all her body was completely tanned.

She was riding her lover and playing with herself, she was almost making a show out of it. Her long blond hair pulled in a ponytail that the man was grasping with dominance.

She moaned and begged and no one seemed to care.

His wife seemed oblivious to them and Enrique did not move a muscle.

“What’s happening?” He asked.

“This is an adult hotel, Mr. West.” He said matter of factly.

“That doesn’t explain anything,” Jeremy said pointing to a random man taking out his cock and offering it to the woman to suck on it. She smiled and opened her mouth for him to shove it.

“Relax,” Sophie said and turned, her nipples exposed to the sun.

Jeremy could not understand what was happening.

The young wife continued, “Enrique kindly explained it all to me, this is an adult-only hotel and it since we are all respectful, healthy adults here. Everyone can be sexual as long as all parties agree to participate.”

The sun made her pale skin almost shine. Sophie's nipples were erect and he could not help but stare at her chest as it rose and fell with her breathing.

No one else seemed to pay attention to it, not even Enrique who had a stern look while he stared ahead and observed the threesome, quickly turning into an orgy, on the other side of the pool as if he was a lifeguard waiting to jump into the pool at the first sign of someone drowning.

That is if he ignored the erection that Enrique concealed in his pants.

“I am going to take a swim,” Sophie said and stood up, not caring for her bikini top, “Do you want to join in?”

Enrique stared down at his own modest erection and gulped.

“I think I will take the sun for a moment too.”

“Suit yourself.” She said and jumped into the pool to swim all the way across the pool where Three men and two women were licking and kissing each other’s bodies in plain daylight in the middle of the hotel.

Sophie leaned over the pool and caught a glimpse from up close. The blonde girl pulled out a cock from her mouth and winked at her, “Want to join?” She said grinding her hips on the cock beneath her.

Jeremy could not take it anymore and decided to jump on the water and swim towards his wife.

“Thank you,” She said and showed the girl her ring. “I am married.”

“Me too,” She said showing Sophie her own ring, her hand began pumping the cock in front of her.

“Oh, you have such a great husband,” Sophie bit her lip watching the cock thrusting inside her pussy.

The girl giggled, “He is not my husband.” She kissed the cock in front of her.

Sophie tried to find a ring in either of the men around her, finding their hands empty.

“Oh,” She said and swam backwards, her eyes fixed in the cock thrusting into the girl’s pussy.

Jeremy found his wife’s body in front of her. He kissed her from behind and groped her tits.

She hugged, she could feel his erection against her back, but she never stopped watching the cocks buried inside the girls in front of her. Sophie pulled his hands away from her breasts and turned to kiss him.

“You know,” Jeremy whispered into her ear trying to avert his eyes from what he considered should be an intimate act, “we could still book a different hotel, if you want.”

Sophie scoffed, “Rally? Are you not enjoying this?” She said pushing her tits into his chest.

“You know I rather have you just for myself, I am not comfortable with you showing your assets to the world.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Is that why you just groped my tits just now?” She pushed him back.

“Just listen to yourself, since when do you call your breasts ‘tits’?” Jeremy grabbed her hand.

“You know, I think I would rather swim by myself for a while.” She slipped away and swam away from him.

Jeremy groaned and turned away, splashing water in anger.

Enrique handed him a towel and Jeremy dried himself, wrapping it around his waist to try to conceal his erection.

“Would you like a drink, Mr. West?” Enrique offered him another piña colada. There was another one waiting for Sophie.

“You know, I think I am tired, I will be in the Villa until tonight,” Jeremy walked ahead taking the glass with him. He sighed and turned back to Enrique, “Can you make a dinner reservation for two? Not the buffet, something fancy.”

“Of course Mr. West. Did you have anything in mind? We have different restaurants with different specialties, Italian, Mexican, Japanese.”

“I don’t know, whatever you recommend, Something romantic.”

“Of course Mr. West.”

Jeremy walked away leaving Enrique pulling out a small walkie-talkie and his wife making circuits around the pool.

Sophie pulled out her head from the water and looked down at her naked chest, a trace of shame made her face red. Maybe her husband was right.

Enrique handed her a towel that she used to wrap herself from her shoulders down.

The orgy across the pool was dissipating, leaving only the two girls lounging on the chairs with some cum over their bodies like it was sunscreen.

One hand slid over her bikini and slid it to the side, sliding one finger over her smooth skin. She had gone to the salon and gotten a Brazillian wax just for this trip. It was a surprise for her husband.

And now they had gotten into a stupid argument.

She sighed feeling her smooth skin.

“Ms. West?” Enrique called her attention.

Sophie felt herself turn beet red and rapidly fixed her bikini under the towel.

“Yes?” She said looking up at the Manager. She was at the height of his cock, she noticed it was erect and seemed bigger than Jeremy’s.

“I made a reservation for a horse riding tour through the beach. Would you like me to cancel it?”

“What?” She asked trying to look past his pants. “Riding like a horse? I mean horse riding?”

Sophie shook her head, “Yes, I mean, no. I would like to do it.”

“It was a reservation for two, but I don’t think Mr. West wanted to be disturbed. He said wanted to rest.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, typical, anytime there was any kind of confrontation he would retreat and cage himself in his room.

“No, you are right, I can go on my own…” Then she looked at Enrique.

“Would you care to join me?”

“Of course Ms. West. I will be your guide.”

Enrique led the way. It was at that moment that Sophie noticed his cologne, a mix of citric aroma and vanilla that woke something up in her.

She noticed his neck, the perfect cut of his hair, his dark skin.

Looking at him made her heart race. She stiffed a giggle, is this how men feel when they see a sexy woman? She noticed the state of undress she was in, still dripping with water from the pool, and the weird arousal she got from watching people have sex in front of her.

Oh my gosh, she thought turning red, I just saw an orgy in front of me. Did I think about joining them? Was that why Jeremy got angry? What-

“Here we are, Ms. West.” The Manager stood in front of her, he was taking off his jacket and pulling up his shirt’s sleeves.

It was a lovely ride by the beach and the setting sun.

Of which, Sophie didn’t pay attention to anything but her muscled and disciplined guide.

Something between her legs was throbbing with each step the horse took. There was something else she wanted to ride.

And her stupid husband was nowhere around, so her mind drifted to Enrique and his hands guiding the horse. She wanted to feel those around her neck, on her hips, anywhere on her body.

“And that’s all Ms. West,” Enrique said as she noticed her horse ride had taken her around the beach and back to the hotel very close to the villa.

“Ah, yes, thank you, Enrique, that was lovely.” She said holding his hand as he helped her climb down from the horse, “Are you sure there is nothing I can give you as a tip.”

Enrique shook his head, “No, Ms. West. I am afraid I can not ask you for anything but if you wish, the receptionist can explain in detail what you can do if you find that we have done a good job. The same goes for your husband…” He stopped by the door of the small villa, “Who I think has come to understand how our tipping system works.”

Enrique opened the door and Sophie was assaulted by the sound of moans coming from inside the room...

To be continued.

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