#also I think more fictional families should have a thing they bond over it's just so wholesome and genius??? like. come on!

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 2,382

Warnings | +18, bullying, for the moment only this

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | This work originated in Italian, so i apologize for any errors you will find, i am not a native english speaker, so go ahead and write in the comments where and what i can improve! 🥺❤

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

There was something in the air that day, something that weighed down her chest and left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.

She looked outside her room and saw large gray clouds looming ominously, it was probably an approaching storm, and even so, she would still have to go to school, she could not escape her school obligations.

She had done so much to escape the harsh judgment of her family members, she knew that attending college was a huge expense for her parents, especially for being an out-of-towner with so much rent and bills to pay, so the only thing she could do to repay them was to get good grades and come out with a more than excellent GPA, without mentioning her problems.

So the girl prepared herself for yet another stressful and gloomy day, surrounded by prof's coaches and daddy's boys who wouldn't stop bragging about their possessions for a moment.

She adjusted her jacket and grabbed the bag containing all the necessary books, grabbed the house keys on the fly and locked the door behind her, not before nodding in the direction of the elderly neighbor who came out with her adorable little wagging dog every morning at that hour.The little Maltese barked in her direction and with a smile walked over to the couple, stroking the soft coat of the dog who, excited, hoisted himself up on two paws, accompanying her caresses with his head. Y/N burst out laughing at that warm expression of appreciation, could it be that only a dog was able to accept it without judgment?

"Do you go to school, Y/N?" asked the lady with a smile.

The girl nodded, "That's right, Mrs. Choi...I have a test today, I hope everything goes well."

"Oh, take it easy, my dear. I really feel that something new will happen for you today," the elderly woman's smile widened and Y/N was interjected.

She was no stranger to the strange outings of the woman, who very often seemed absent-minded and pensive, but a strange chill caught her. She tried to dilute the air with a giggle, "I hope it's also something good," she joked lightly, the woman rippled her lips.

"It depends on your point of view," she shrugged.

Y/N's smile faded away, not wanting to inquire further she decided it was getting quite late and waved a little awkwardly to her wacky neighbor, giving one last caress to the little dog, who continued to bark in her direction, trying to call her back.

"Come on, Y/N...you can get through this day too without too many hiccups," she said to herself, trying to mentally build up her courage. She arrived at the university with a lump in her throat, aware that once she entered the classroom she would see the haughty faces of her classmates again.

She was an outcast and the only classmate with whom she had come to form a decent bond of friendship had to change her address because that faculty was not suitable for her. But to say that she had simply grown tired of being bullied was perhaps easier.

She took a deep breath and entered the classroom, as she presaged, smiles filled with mockery accompanied her all the way to her seat, she took out the appropriate book for that hour of class and ignored everyone, no one however lent her a further glance, the arrival of the teacher had nipped in the bud any attempt at mockery.

Taking a test at the first hour was never easy for anyone, but the girl more than gladly accepted that chance to escape her foolish classmates.

She carried out the task in complete silence, interrupted only briefly by a few balls of paper and notes, some asking her to have her copied, others admonishing her not to sully their own air with her presence. Y/N swallowed, such doggedness seen from an outside eye might have seemed surreal, but to her it was normalcy.

They bothered her just for the sake of it, because she was the one without money, she was the unfashionable girl, she lived in a miserable apartment in a miserable neighborhood, she was everything they were not.

"Psst... Psst, little one!"

Y/N initially ignored that low whisper, but at yet another ball thrown at her head, she turned away in annoyance.

This was Kang Yoozu, one of the boys who worked hardest to make her school life a living hell; he seemed to take pleasure in constant torture and Y/N was often one of his favorite victims.

"What the hell do you want?!" she growled, impatient. He shrugged, "I just wanted to ask you if you were free later."

Y/N frowned, what was that jerk saying?

"Why would you care, Yoozu?" she asked, strangled.

A wicked smile spread across the classmate's face, "Your parents are street food vendors, right? How much can they possibly make per month?"

Y/N found herself gritting her teeth, ignoring the amused exclamations of the others; the professor seemed to have disappeared into thin air, which frustrated the girl even more.

"I don't know what you're getting at, but I suggest you shut your mouth," she said harshly and Yoozu's eyes narrowed.

"I'm just wondering how they were keep you, don't you think it's incumbent on them to lighten their load and earn money in other ways?"

The young woman blanched at the outrageous statement-what the fuck was she implying?! "And let's hear it-what would those ways be?" she rose from her chair under everyone's gaze.

Yoozu looked around with feigned interest, then elbowed his seatmate, chuckling.

"Well, I have a lot of money, a fuck or two wouldn't hurt, don't you think? You would earn honestly on your own strength," the whole class erupted in convulsive laughter, Y/N felt humiliated. She had endured much from them, had swallowed a myriad of bitter morsels, but no, that one would not let her get away with it.

In a very brief instant she found herself facing the smug boy who stared at her with satisfaction, and soon the scarlet shape of five perfectly outlined fingers was stamped on the candid face of that being, a being who for two years had made it unbearable for her to study for a better future. The noise was a dull pop and everyone fell silent.

Yoozu's eyes turned icy, and soon he jerked up from his chair, flipping it behind him.

"You dared too much, beggar" he made to approach threateningly, no one would intervene, she knew, but fortunately the professor's voice stopped whatever was about to happen.

"What the heck is going on in this class? Y/N! Yoozu! Go back to your seats immediately before I suspend your test."

The man's threatening voice made the boy take a step back, Y/N went back to her seat, but she felt the threatening gaze of her companion behind her the rest of the time, until the end of the hour sounded and everyone got up to leave their verifications on the professor's desk, who collected all the papers and added something to the register, which Y/N guessed was about her and Yoozu. A sick feeling invaded her stomach, she did not want her average to drop because of a bastard like Kang Yoozu, he had practically invited her to prostitute herself. With him.

Disgusted she took the art sketchbook from her bag, a small smile was born on her lips.

Classes with Professor Jeon always gave her a chance to get through the day in a slightly more uplifted mood.

He was a young boy ready to put himself on the front lines to help his students, older than her by five years, he had found a place in the university where he had studied because all the school staff thought he was deserving of getting a professorship there. And, Y/N admitted at least to herself, he was handsome as well as kind and helpful. She felt her heartbeat increase when her favorite professor made his entrance into the classroom, greeting all his pupils with a bright smile, exchanged a few words with the older professor who gave way to him, and during that conversation the girl clearly heard the excited murmurs of her classmates. They did not think much about it, giving vent to their shamelessly enamored sighs.

Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders as the young professor took a seat behind the desk and gave everyone a jovial look.

"Good morning, guys" he said quietly, a chorus of "good morning" and "hello" rose from the desks.

Y/N watched spellbound as the corner of his lips slightly lifted in a satisfied smile of the man, her professor's long hair that day was tied in a ponytail that the girl found damn adorable, which contrasted with the tattoos that decorated the entire arm left uncovered by the pulled-up shirt sleeve, the man crossed his arms and his biceps swelled in a hypnotic movement that caught the girl unprepared, she felt her body set on fire and with shame removed her gaze.

What she did not know was that Jungkook was also watching her. He never let her out of his sight, in truth.

From the first time he had caught her rushing into the classroom, wet as a tender chick, Jungkook could not help but feel a strange flutter every time he laid eyes on his pupil. Their eyes had met for the first time that day, a rush had gone through him from side to side, thunderstruck by that little figure who had bowed in apology over and over again.

And it was wrong, he should never have taken an interest in one of his students like that, but he was a man, a man with secret feelings and appetites, and everything about Y/N screamed timidity and fragility.

He wanted to protect her, wanted to take her away, wanted to make her his.

He knew about the way her classmates treated her, his colleagues sometimes talked about it during lunch breaks, this was terrible for him, it hurt him to even imagine the way the girl felt, he would have protected her if it was possible, but each time the bullying happened in his absence, and as a professor he could do nothing if Y/N herself did not ask for help. He could not punish the perpetrators without catching them in the act. The young man sighed, before lowering his eyes to the register, frowning at what he found written there.

"Park Y/N and Kang Yoozu were found standing during testing time, they looked like they were about to start a fight, I intervened in time to put them in their place."

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he read his student's name next to Y/N's.

The girl was too quiet a person to provoke a quarrel, his dark irises stopped on Yoozu, who was giggling along with his partner as his scribbled something in sketchbook.

Y/N, on the other hand, waited quietly and composedly for her class to begin, and that told Jungkook a lot about the dynamics of the strange event described by his colleague.

He rose from his chair clearing his throat, all eyes were soon on him.

He sensed the mischievous glances of the girls in his direction, he knew he was very much desired, after all he was the only young professor in the institution, but he did not let those attentions buy him, the only gaze he wanted on himself was that of the same girl who was anxiously crushing her fingers.

He leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms again, and in Y/N's gaze he read something very much like... desire? He looked at her, biting his lips for a thousandth of a second, clenching the tender flesh between his teeth, but that minimal amount of time was enough for the girl to widen her eyes and lower them immediately afterward, her cheeks flushed. Jungkook felt himself tightening in his pants, thinking that he was so adorable that he wanted to fuck her right then, in front of everyone.

He would have gladly made her cry as his cock penetrated her deeply.

"Guys, today I'm not going to talk to you about history and artists," he began, his voice crystal clear and smooth, "But about a subject that, unfortunately, will never stop being talked about," he paused behind Yoozu's desk.

He observed the lines drawn by the boy on the once-clean page, Yoozu made to cover his scrawl, but Jungkook was quick to catch him, "Let me see a bit, Kang," he said, before taking a better look at that jumble of shapeless lines, which took on the appearance of a naked girl with a tear-streaked face, there was a uniform at the corner of the paper and a bag, which Jungkook immediately recognized, raised an eyebrow in the boy's direction and returned the object to him, not without first tearing up the page, "Drawing your companions without clothes is not what I asked you to do, Yoozu.

Employ my hour to draw something in good taste, instead of indulging in such disgusting antics," the man scolded him harshly. The student bowed his head, humiliated, apologetically, and his deskmate turned away, as if to put some distance between himself and his friend, which the teacher laughed at internally. It was precisely people like Yoozu who had no friends.

Jungkook finally turned around and walked in Y/N's direction, stopped just behind her and lowered himself until he reached her ear, "Today's lesson is about bullying," he murmured, the girl felt her legs trembling under his low and sweet tone, she meekly nodded, writing on a vacant page the theme, then Jungkook raised his voice slightly, "I would like you all to draw a representation of bullying, also writing a small dedication to the kids who experience it firsthand."

When the young teacher turned away from her, Y/N resumed breathing normally.

Everyone caught the stinging reference, the girl gazed admiringly at Jungkook's strong shoulders, perfectly aligned in a proud posture that Y/N had no trouble finding attractive, clutched the pencil grip and set to work, unaware of the forbidden desire she aroused moment by moment in her teacher.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts yandere smut #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere

[kaiandels]

Girls and Dykes ✧.*: e.w x reader ✧.

★・・・・・・★ ★・・・・・・★ ★・・・・・・★

req by: my special woman @ximtiredx 🫶🏻 luh you mama

warning: SMUT w a slightly long plot (mdni), jacksonfuckboy!Ellie, daddy kink, Reader being absolutely dumb, slight friendship betrayal, EXTREMELY TOXIC (fictional only). Idk if I forgot any more please do tell if I did! Only the Title has the d-slur!

writer’s note: this au is still the “infected au” but with modern technology and etc. you get it… right?

- INSPIRED BY THE SONG NASA by Josh Levi.

Not proofread!!

white - The reader

green - Ellie

red - Dina

pink - Cat

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It has been 2 years since you found Jackson and decided to stay there. It was everything everyone could ever ask for, the food, the civilization, it felt as if there weren’t any dangers outside as we speak. It has been completely undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to you.

I mean, you built your dream home. It was everything you have ever wanted. You believed that there were a difference between a home and a house. And maybe, the home wasn’t the house… maybe it was a person? It was corny. You knew it. But you fell inlove the moment you saw her. Ellie-motherfucking-Williams.

That name always rung a bell, and obviously, that name also made a lot of people run their mouths. Some people weren’t really keen to the idea of homosexuality in Jackson. But Ellie couldn’t give a flying fuck.

You met her at the stables, when you both were on patrol. It was your first time and it was completely obvious that you were anxious. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Just stay behind me if you need to.” Ellie spoke, leading you out of your in tranced state. “Thanks.” You smiled, the idea of ‘staying behind’ really didn’t help that much. But you were appreciative anyway.

That was the first time. However, when the 1st year of you being in Jackson came. You were really bonding a lot with Joel. You and Ellie had become really close and because of that she introduced you to her standing father figure. He reminded you of your Dad, and you reminded him of Sarah. You really missed having your father around, and Ellie completely understood which is why she introduced you to Joel in the first place. And it was going really well, it seemed like you were apart of their family now. Which in reality, both you, Joel, and Ellie really needed.

Not until it was ruined by one mistake. You and Ellie had gotten high one night, it lead from one thing to another. Mouths kissing, tongue slipping, legs dripping, and thrusting. So much for family right?

It has been a week since you and Ellie have done that. And you can’t help but notice that she was growing distant. She would avoid getting partnered in patrols with you, she would avoid bumping in to Tipsy Bison with you, and she would never reply to your texts. You can’t help but think that- was it really just a one time thing?

I love it when you contemplate

You couldn’t help but send one more text. You knew she wasn’t that person you were thinking she was. She couldn’t be possibly playing with you, right? That meant something. You knew it. Or maybe, comforted yourself with the thought.

You huffed as you put your phone down, leaning against the wall as you were hurriedly putting on your shoes. You stormed out of your dorm with loud stomps that attracted the attention of the fellow men working in Jackson.

I love it when you’re missing me

As you walked, you felt your heart slowly beat. It felt as if it was a sign indicating that you should stop. You caught your breath in a hitch as you realized that you were 10 steps away from Ellie’s house. You walked carefully, hearing faded noises that seemed grumbled at first. But when it came to your 3rd step, you went sick to your stomach. Hearing high-pitched whines from an unfamiliar girl.

“Uhuh! Fuck right there Ellie… yeah yeah.. yeahyeah fuck!”

“Fuck Cat, you’re taking it so fucking well.”

You gagged, feeling disgust take over your body. You froze in Ellie’s porch, completely unaware of the people staring at you as they seemed to have heard the “ruckus” going inside Ellie’s house.

“Poor girl… wasn’t she also with Ellie?”

“Huh? how did you know that?”

“They were always together and now Ellie has seemed to be avoiding her… now we know why.”

You ran to your house, completely ignorant about the comments of each and every individual that witnessed the scene, shaking as you slid down the door. You covered your mouth as you sobbed. Calling the only person you knew who you could trust, Dina.

I love it when you tell your friends about me.

The phone rang an insane amount of times before Dina had picked up. “Hey… I heard what happened. Word spreads around fast. I am so sorry baby.” Dina spoke as her words were slow and considerate, it felt as if her words were slowly patting you on the back. “She could’ve just told me that she didn’t want me, you know?” you hiccuped as tears were rapidly falling down your cheeks. “I know, I know, for what it’s worth…She’s not that even good looking. You know? she’s just like every single lesbian you see on the street.”

“Stop lying..” Your voice cracked as you hear Dina laugh on the phone, making you laugh too. “Okay fine. She is actually really really really fucking good looking. But, just hope she gets bit or something.” you laughed at the irony as you forgot that Dina actually has no idea that Ellie was immune. “I wanna go to Tipsy Bison tonight. You know? To get fucking high or drunk… whatever makes me forget about her.” you heard Dina clear her throat. “Yeah, that sounds really fucking amazing. And that sounds like something you really need. I’ll see you there at 10, please for the Love of God look hot and sexy and everything in between.” you laughed as you nodded, completely grateful that you didn’t have to grieve alone.

You ended the call with Dina, shocked as your phone were bombarded with sudden messages from Ellie.

You heard three loud bangs on your door. “You’re not getting in Ellie. Leave and go rub yourself out or fuck that chick you’re with.” You stated. You flinched as you heard Ellie aggressively bang the door. “I’m gonna make a fucking scene. Open the FUCKING door.” Ellie stated, her voice clearly irritated as you slowly opened the door for her. Giving up on whatever strength you had earlier. “I don’t know what you came here for. But it’s not going to happen.” you reassured. But then again, that was a comfort to no one but yourself.

“I don’t think so.” Ellie smirked as she stepped closer to you. “You miss me baby?” Ellie said, slamming your body against the door as her warm breath flowed through your ear. Your mind getting fuzzy as you were trying to resist the temptation that the devil ellie has brought upon you.

It’s cruel, but you can’t help it.

“You’re a fucking whore.” You hissed, feeling Ellie’s breath on your neck. Inhaling your scent. “Push me away then. Go on. Do it if you don’t wanna get fucked by a whore.” You paused, feeling Ellie’s hands run up your stomach to your chest. Squeezing your soft breasts. You huffed, trying to contain your moans. But unfortunately, one got caught up in your breath. “Oh? what was that? seems like you’re liking it.”

“You are a dirty… dirty.. fuc- ah..” You moaned as you felt the tip of Ellie’s fingers run through your clothed slit. “You ignored me.. for.. ha- fuck. Days.” Your breath hitched as you felt Ellie push her fingers against your clothed cunt. You looked down at her as she placed an evident grin on her face.

“You know I didn’t mean that baby. You’re everything to me.” Ellie muttered, you didn’t know if she was being satire as she has always been that way. “If I was everything you wouldn’t have gone off to fuck some other girl.” You whispered, feeling a little hurt over what had happened.

“I can make it up to you.” Ellie whispered as she leaned over your ear. Feeling her smile against your ear. Ellie slid her hand under your shirt, her hands glides up to meet with your covered breast. Kneading them softly. “I don’t want to continue…” You breathed as you forced yourself to think that it was not healthy, even though it felt so fucking good. “Yeah? you remember the last night we smoked weed?” Ellie said as she pulled away from your neck, facing you as her gaze softens. You nodded as you felt yourself shrink against her gaze. “We established a safe word that night, yeah?” Ellie asked. Although it seemed like she remembered it very well, she just wanted to know if you did. “Yes… yes..” you repeated as you felt the heat intensify. “Then say that if you want to stop right now. I’ll give you 5 seconds.” You gulped as you hear Ellie’s voice started to fade. You zoned out, feeling disgusted but the temptation was too much. You wanted to shove her off of you and cut ties forever. But you thought, maybe this was the chance? Maybe this was the chance to show her that you were better. That you were better in all sorts of ways, either in.. bed or out of bed. “2…” “1…” “0…”

You gasped as you felt Ellie’s calloused hands gripping your waist. Lifting you up your feet as she carried you to your bedroom. She breathed for a second then threw you on the bed, manhandling you as she forced your legs open. “Come on, I saw your texts. Show me how much you miss me.” Ellie whispered in her low registered tone. Making you feel crawling sensations on your skin. You whined as you reached for her hand, pouting as you saw her pulling her hand out of your reach. “You have to ask for it baby, you know that’s the most important thing.”

“Please, can I use your hand? Please Daddy..” You muttered, hearing Ellie gulp. She has always liked it when you called her that. Ellie nodded as it was a fair sign for you to guide her hand where you want it. You reached for her hand as you softly slid it under your shorts and panties. You heard Ellie’s breath hitch as you pushed her middle finger in, softly moaning as she slowly pumped in and out of you. Leaving you confused as it felt that Ellie was in a rush. “Does that feel good huh? You miss me that much that you’re so loose?” Ellie laughed as she saw your shocked expression, building that sadistic lust inside of her.

You softly cried out her name as you felt her fingers curl inside you. Your spongey walls clenching as you tried not to overcome your high, you felt like you were gonna cum. It has been awhile and it was leaving you insane. There were so many women after you but all you could think about was Ellie knuckle-deep inside you, there was something different. And it’s not about how good her fingers feel inside you right now.

She rammed 3 fingers inside you, taking you aback as you looked down, seeing her hand veins pop as she did her best to keep her pace. Although that there were no signs of struggle ever being evident on her smug expression. “I missed your fingers inside me…” You whined with a squeak in between, making Ellie’s intensity falter. Absolutely being stunned by your beauty “Yeah? How much?” Ellie smirked as she regained her intensity, feeling your walls clench as you tried your best to have her inside you longer. You wanted to do better, better than these girls she has ever been with. “Fuck.. daddydaddy please.” You cried as you felt another digit enter you, completely splitting you open. You thought that it was utterly impossible for you to be able to take this many. But then again, you missed her touch. And you were never dry by the thought of her.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you trying to stop yourself. Don’t worry, I swear we won’t end there.”

Your breath hitched as you bucked your hips on to her fingers, completely sucking in her fingers as your slick started to make the most dirtiest sounds. You cupped your own breasts, kneading the other one as your other hand played with your nipples. Making you ticklish around Ellie’s fingers, which had sent you over to the edge. You gripped her wrist hoping for balance but unfortunately it did not work as Ellie had not faltered even for a second. “I’m gonna cum… a-almost there Daddy. Mgha.. please” You whined as you were completely going dumb just because of four fingers.

For Ellie, she was absolutely enjoying this. She wished she could take a video of this and jack off to it every night, that’s how perverted she was. That’s how much she wanted you, It was sick and it was toxic that even though it was almost insane how many girls had rode her fingers before you, she still wanted you for her only. “I want you to cum. Give it all to me. Because this is MY fucking pussy.” Ellie groaned as she heard her own pounds on your cunt. “FUCK Daddy!” you screamed, as your eyes closed shut. Panting as you slowly opened your eyes. You covered your mouth as you saw your juices splattered over Ellie’s shirt, pants, wrists, and face. You squirted. And you never thought you could. “I underestimated you. Fuck.”

Ellie laughed as she pulled out of your dripping cunt, bringing her fingers to her mouth, slowly dragging her tongue from her wrists to her fingers. Collecting all of the juices you squirted on to her. Ellie pulled away and licked her lips, also collecting the juices from there. “I think you deserve Daddy’s cock today. Don’t you think?”

You nodded eagerly as Ellie walked away, looking for her strap that she specifically bought just for you. Although, you didn’t know that. But she did. Your gaze started to soften as you stared at the ceiling, post-orgasm thoughts flooding through your brain as the discernment suddenly started to flow around the course of your brain. Although, you thought too much. But one thrust of Ellie’s hips and it all slips away. And right now, all the rational thoughts and discernments has gone through the window when you saw Ellie walk in the door with her thick purple strap. You gulped as you felt your cunt drip again.

Ellie plopped herself down on the bed, her hands had a firm grip on your knees as she further laid your legs apart. “Wait Ellie…” You gulped as you pointed towards the silicone object. “Isn’t that… a little too much?” You smiled nervously as Ellie’s gaze pierced through yours. Ellie slowly formed a smile as she looked over to the side and back to you, “it’s either you’re gonna take it or i’m gonna make someone else take it. So, which one is it?” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed on to her hips to pull her closer. “Fine..” you huffed. You looked in to Ellie’s eyes as you seemed to drown in them, but you couldn’t figure out if such feelings were true.

You were taken out of your thoughts when you felt the tip squeeze in to you. You closed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets, feeling the thickness too overwhelming. “Come on, you can take it baby.” Ellie cooed as she continued to thrust in, making you swallow her whole shaft. You tried to form any words, but you just couldn’t stop. It was too big. Too good.

You wrapped your arms around Ellie’s neck, finding comfort in holding her. You gasped as you felt her thrust slowly, given by the amount of times your pussy was dripping, it was already so ready. You start to feel her speed up, and it was intoxicating. You rolled your eyes back as you started to move your hips with hers. "Uh.. fuck Ellie. You're so big." You screamed as your head banged against the headboard. The noises of the squelching and banging turning you on. “I know you’ve always liked it rought. Such a slut.” Ellie claimed. She has always knew how your body reacted to things. She was observant about it, even in the depths of your new beginning in Jackson. She tried to read you from here on out.

Ellie was going insane, she loved how your cunt wrapped around her perfectly. How you moan her name like it was the end of the world. None of these girls could ever match up to you. Ellie moaned as she felt herself getting dumb by the fact that the strap was grazing on her clit, the stimulation making her yearn for more as she pounded deeper inside you. Almost mercilessly as she was chasing her own pleasure. “I love it when y-you use ah.. me-uh…” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you, almost at the range of your stomach. “Fuck, I love you” Ellie blurted out in between moans. You caught yourself in a shock state as you were still feeling the pleasure of Ellie’s constant pounding.

“Fuck, baby… I love you so much..” Ellie moaned as her hips started to stutter. Indicating that she was close. You cupped her cheek as you ghosted your lips over hers, “I love you too..Mmm fuck! Ah..” Your high-pitched tone caught up with your moans as you both humped eachother. Desperate for the release. “D-dick’s s-s’good Daddy.” You giggled as you were getting cock-drunk. Ellie on the other hand couldn’t get enough of your ass, gripping it and kneading it as she banged herself in to you harder and harder as if she was an animal in heat. You choked on your own saliva as you were screaming too much, the overstimulation getting the best of you as your vision started to get a little blurry.

“Fuck yeah, I love this pussy so much… Who does this belong to? Huh? Hm?” Ellie asked, multiple questions thrown at you as you couldn’t comprehend each one. This is what you loved about Ellie, that she was so fucking dirty when it comes to sex. That she would talk and talk because it feels so fucking good. “Want you to.. f-fuhuck.. f-fill me up Daddy.” You smiled as you leaned over to Ellie’s ear to moan and make her fuck you even faster, even harder, even rougher, or anything. Just anything to fill you up. “You’re so fucking amazing…” “Daddy, you’re so good to me… uhhh fuck!”

The headboard kept banging as you both thrusted on to eachother. Sloppy kisses were made as tongues glided over eachother. You whined as you sucked on Ellie’s tongue, screaming although it was muffled by you sucking her tongue off. You felt your high crashing down on you and it felt so good that you and Ellie were still humping on eachother. “Mmph! More..more..” You begged in between thrusts. You kept thrusting and Ellie eventually came down her high aswell. It was so hard that she also kept humping. She laid on top of you as you both grinded in to eachother until you both came down with another orgasm.

“That was so good..” You huffed as Ellie fell right next to you. She laid in silence for a moment. It made you uncomfortable so you turned to her, “Is everything okay?” You asked as you reached for her cheeks, attempting to soothe her but it failed as she sat up immediately. “It’s almost night time. Have plans.” Ellie said bluntly. “Oh, where are you going?”

“Somewhere.” Ellie said as she pulled her pants up, getting situated. She leaned over to you as she kissed your cheek, smiling as a sign that she really needed to go. “Fine.. Go ahead.” You smiled unsurely as you watched her hurriedly leave your room and your house. It felt as if she wasn’t really there. You closed your eyes as you felt drowsiness possess you. Before you could fall asleep you have managed to set an alarm for Tipsy Bison later tonight as you have finally realized that you needed a drink more than you thought.

An hour later, you woke up to the sound of the ringing of your alarm. You yawned as you sat up, wasting no time and already going to the bathroom. You were in a rush because you knew if you had procrastinated this, you would be late. You’ve spent a lot of time on the shower thinking about Ellie and how she fucked you so good earlier. You felt so good that you had to rub one out before dressing up to finally meet with Dina.

You didn’t put much effort as it was just in Tipsy Bison, but it completely catched everyone’s eye as you walked in. There were many people and it was hard to squeeze yourself in. But you noticed that the people were gathering around two people, which had peeked your curiosity. You forced yourself to walk past by the sweaty men and eventually revealed the dance floor. Everyone stared at you, as your eyes widened in shock. Dina and Ellie were hand in hand, dancing as if they couldn’t give a flying fuck in the world.

“Every guy in this room is staring at you right now…”

“Maybe they’re staring at you…”

Your heart broke as you watched. You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. You were dumb-founded. People we’re looking at you. Not them. They always knew how you felt about Ellie, they knew that she was wrong for you. They kept telling you, but you just didn’t listen.

“They’re not”

“Maybe they’re jealous of you.”

“I’m.. just a girl. Not a threat.”

“Oh, Ellie…I think they should be terrified of you.”

You stormed out as you clutched on to your chest. Your breathing went uneasy as you saw Dina and Ellie kiss. Every single dignity that you had once was gone and it will never be retrieved. It was your fault. You did this to yourself.

You gave in.

#Spotify #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #the last of us #lesbian #female reader #dina tlou #tlou #dina x ellie #dina woodward #lgbtqia #tloufic #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction

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I'm kinda weirded out that Bi-Han scars his brother and people act like him being a little mean to Tomas is his worst deed and he deserves to die for it or something. Bi-Han doesn't owe Tomas any love or respect. You don't have to like someone just because daddy said so.

I totally agree that hating Bi-Han for not liking or loving Tomas as a brother is pretty wild take on his character, because he did not ask for such a bond, the same as Tomas did not ask to be orphaned and adopted into Grandmaster’s family. Both were forced into a situation created by adults that apparently couldn’t act appropriately to the situation (e.g. killing Tomas’ mother and sister when the family accidentally trespassed on Lin Kuei territory and Grandmaster adopting Tomas out of shame / to save his honor rather than out of love/care for the boy). 

What is even weirder to me, Kitana and Mileena had in previous timeline(s) bitter relationship yet I don’t see fandom to hate original/alternative MK9!Kitana for rejecting Mileena ("You are not my family... you are a monstrosity!") and looking down on her because of Tarkatan blood (“[Shang Tsung] has created horrid replicas of me crossbred with Tarkatan blood!”). People apparently can acknowledge that Kitana was thrown into “sisterhood” she did not ask and the creation of “twin sister” happened out of her control and knowledge while also understanding it was no Mileena’s fault for acting and looking the way she was because it was how she was specifically created. If fandom can accept and support Kitana’s choice of rejecting “sister” on the spot without any empathy to look at the situation from her perspective AND AT THE SAME TIME can feel sorry for Mileena, then the similar treatment should be given to Bi-Han and Tomas, as they were presumably children who adapted to the unfamiliar situation in their own ways. However the main difference between those two scenarios is that Mileena is the “psycho” (so Kitana is excused for not wanting her as a sister) while MK1!Smoke is the personality-wise castrated version of MK9!Tomas who for whatever reason is now the fandom’s Cinnamon Roll that never did anything wrong and anyone who doesn’t melt at the sight of this cutie IS BIG MEANIE, boo!

A character not loving fans’ favorite does not commit a crime however fandom wants to present it as unquestionable proof of said character’s evilness. Fictional or real life, people are allowed to not like each other as the definition of family will vary from culture to culture, and from one person to another - it does not however allow anyone to abuse other people, but that should go without saying.

Bi-Han said mean things to Tomas, and Kuai Liang for that matter. He in general treated others in a similar, cold fashion. But objectively speaking he did much more questionable things over the course of the story, yet people are fixated on Smoke’s feelings alone - and to be honest, I'm not even surprised anymore by that.

But you know what frustrates me the most about fandom’s perception of Bi-Han and Tomas relationship? The amount of fanwork presenting Bi-Han as always mean, always abusive to the poor poor little Tomas which is not just the best proof the fandom is set to demonize kid Bi-Han for his adult self’s choices. It is the whole implication that Grandmaster and the Mother and like everyone involved in raising the brothers, all the masters and teachers did not act to prevent it from happening nor cared to correct Bi-Han’s action. And the most sick thing about that? Children imitate the behavior of adults. Do people really think that kid Bi-Han started saying "Lin Kuei blood only" bullshit out of his mind just to spit in the pitiful orphan's face? Like, really?

Stupid beliefs like that come from somewhere and children are taught by their parents and adult people around what “values” and traditions they should respect and follow. We literally know just three Lin Kuei characters and the fact that only Kuai Liang and Tomas rejected Sub-Zero’s leadership while the clan followed their Grandmaster implies Bi-Han’s beliefs are accepted and shared by the clan. So maybe instead of being so set on demonizing kid!Bi-Han - who so far was only said to be “always cold” to Tomas what is not equal to being abusive and cruel on purpose - maybe it is time for fandom to examine previous Grandmaster and the whole clan’s beliefs that A) were passed to Bi-Han to mold him into man he is today and B) apparently fucked up Tomas’ childhood so much.

#mortal kombat #tomas vrbada #sub zero #bi han #my replies #do i sound bitter? good because i'm so tired of this weird new trend to present kid bi han as some sort of bastard #always tormenting poor tomas while everyone apparently don't give a shit maybe beside kuai liang #like do you really think that grandmaster's son in a clan set to turn children into warriors to serve earthrealms #would be spoiled instead of taught the warrior discipline from childhood like everyone else? #and it may be just me but when i hear someone is cold it means he does not want to bond with you not being an asshole with sadistic impulse #but sure let's blame a kid bi-han and not the way he was raised by adults WHO SHOULD make sure kid Tomas was safe in unfamiliar environment #sorry rant over

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Dimensional Shift - Chapter 7 S4E3-6

Story Summary: Maria was just a regular girl, worked at a gas station, wrote fanfic, and loved Supernatural. She even created her own supernatural creature for her writings. When the aurora borealis comes to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, one Halloween night, everything changes for her in ways she never expected. Will she be able to navigate this new world she's thrown into?

Word Count: 3688

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff/Comfort, Alcoholism.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 7 - S4E3-E6

(Sep. 20/08 - Oct. 28/08)

Maria stayed out of the next case, knowing that this would be when Castiel would come to Dean in his dreams and then send him back in time to see what happened between his mother and the yellow-eyed demon Azazel.

After which Dean would be confronting Sam about being on demon blood and working with Ruby. Then they’d have a Rurguru case, which was when Sam would choose to stop drinking the demon blood all on his own. She also had no desire to watch Dean flirt shamelessly with the waitress when they’d deal with the shapeshifter at the Oktoberfest.

She told the boys to be safe and that they could handle it, but if they needed anything, she and Bobby were there and only a phone call away. After the boys left, Maria filled Bobby in, swearing him to secrecy because, in her words, “This needed to happen a specific way.” Bobby wasn’t happy about it, but he agreed. 

“Kid, they should know more than what you’ve told ‘em,” Bobby sighed after she explained some things.

“I can’t risk changing too much, though. I know they both miss her, and I don’t know another way to bring her back,” Maria practically mumbled.

“But do they really need to go through all that crap?” he asked, not completely sure how it all fit together.

She sighed, staring at the coffee table, “Over the time that passes, the two of them learn things on their own and it helps their bond eventually get stronger. Those two would do anything for each other. Even Cas ends up being family, but he does some stupid shit too.”

Bobby sipped his whiskey as he eyed Maria momentarily, concern etched into the lines of his weathered face, “How are you holding up?”

She shifted in her seat, her gaze flickering to the floor before meeting Bobby’s eyes, “Honestly, it’s both weird and cool, being here. I fell in love with all of the show's characters. It’s why I wrote fanfic. I just never thought I’d actually end up here,” she chuckled dryly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

He leaned back in his chair, studying her with a mix of sympathy and understanding, “Just know, I still see you like my daughter. You can talk to me about anything,” he tried to reassure her.

“I know, and I appreciate it. I just don’t know how to act around the boys sometimes,” Maria sighed.

Bobby chuckled, “Well, the you from here has had a crush on Dean since she was about thirteen. Swore me to secrecy back then. I’m gonna guess you probably have more than a crush.”

Her cheeks warmed as a deep blush appeared, and she was thankful neither of the brothers was there, “Yeah, that would go over really well. The girl from another dimension is in love with what used to be a fictional character in her world,” she said fairly sarcastically, then sighed and looked back down at the table. “He’d laugh at me.”

Bobby sighed, not quite sure how to say what he was thinking about, “You could always just be blunt about it. Don’t live with regrets, kid.”

She knew exactly what he meant. Bobby had regrets, most of them having to do with his deceased wife and choosing never to have kids himself. He’d broken her heart and then had to kill her three days later due to her getting possessed by a demon. She debated telling him he should get an anti-possession tattoo, but that would have changed far too much. 

“Dean isn’t the kind to settle down, Bobby. He likes his “freedom”,” she replied, rolling her eyes and putting the word freedom in air quotes.

He eyed you for a minute before he continued, “He may be an idjit, but he has a good heart. I think he might surprise you if you were honest with him.” After sipping his whiskey, he realized something, “Is that why you didn’t go with them?”

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with him, “You try to watch someone you love flirt with every girl but you. Can we talk about something else, please?”

Bobby sighed, deciding he’d try to figure out a way to help her, but kept that to himself for now. “Then, while you’re here and not on a case with those two, you’ll train. That way, I don’t have to worry ‘bout you so much when you do go out with them.”

“Thanks,” she replied, giving him a thankful smile.

During that month, she spent a lot of time practicing movements, using her Touched abilities to get the hang of them better. It was the training she needed to reacquaint herself with what the character from her fanfic had been doing since her powers manifested. One thing she was having the hardest time with was feeling so alone. 

She was a fangirl and had been for over a year, and now she was in her favorite show with a fictional character she’d gone and fallen in love with. She also figured this entire situation had to be weird for all three of them.

When she slept, memories of “her past here” played through her mind, and she began missing the man who was her father here. She also got memories of the times she had hung out with the brothers, Bobby, and even with John. 

Bobby made sure to reacquaint her with how to shoot a gun. Her body knew what it was doing, but she had to grasp the feeling of it when she pulled the trigger. Each gun felt different. She didn’t want to be afraid of them, so she managed to stay serious while Bobby taught her.

Castiel couldn’t infiltrate Maria’s dreams due to her being a Touched and having the protection of Bastet by a birthmark or, more, a brand of a small, one-inch black cat mark on the back of her left shoulder. Most monsters couldn’t use their energy powers on her due to that. It did depend on how powerful they were. Of course, she wasn’t invulnerable. 

When Dean got Ghost Sickness, Sam called Bobby in for some help, so Maria tagged along. She stayed in the motel room with Dean while Bobby went to help Sam. Dean didn’t have long left, a couple of hours if he was lucky, and the hallucinations were bad at this point. Maria did her best to keep him distracted but couldn’t when the sheriff showed up, worse off than Dean was. 

Maria’s blood could only heal so much, and this was not one of those things. Even though she tried, cutting her finger and dripping blood into Dean’s wound that he had scratched into his arm, sadly, it had no effect. All she could do was hold him as he held his chest, gripping where his heart was. She knew he wasn’t meant to die here, but being a part of this was hard for her, far harder than watching it on the show.

“Bobby and Sam will fix this, I promise,” she tried to tell him, even if he was in too much pain to hear her.

Then, out of the blue, he was fine, and Maria let out a sigh of relief. The blood she had dripped into his wound now healed his injuries fairly quickly. Dean looked up at her, slightly confused as to why she was holding him. He got to his feet and then helped Maria to hers.

“Thanks for trying at least,” he told her with that smile smirk of his.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t at least try?” she replied, smiling more with one side of her lips than the other, not quite a smirk though.

This was the first time the two of them had been alone since she had arrived in their world. Dean was relaxed as he headed over to the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and chuckling slightly. Maria, on the other hand, felt nervous and anxious around him. Keeping her composure took quite a lot, but Dean noticed the smile she couldn’t completely hide, as well as the emotions in her eyes.

“Well, I appreciate it,” he finally told her before he took a drink.

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she went over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her nerves felt as though they were on edge. Maria knew there was more to Dean than just his outer appearance. But dear God, that outer appearance was something she’d fantasized over on numerous occasions. 

He was the epitome of rugged charm. With broad shoulders and a sturdy build, he exuded an aura of strength and confidence that drew people in effortlessly. Along his chiseled jawline was two-day-old scruff since he hadn’t bothered to shave, accentuating his rugged good looks. Then, there were his piercing green eyes. They held a hint of mischief, always ready with a smirk or a cocky grin that sent hearts racing.

Dean had the most expressive eyebrows that could convey a range of emotions, from determination to vulnerability. He moved with a relaxed, self-assured swagger, every step exuding a magnetic charisma that made it impossible not to be captivated by. From his leather jacket from his father to the worn-out boots, he was the embodiment of any girl's wet dream.

“Want a beer, Sweetheart,” he asked, that damned smirk plastered on his lips again.

“I’d say sure, but beer doesn’t do anything. It’d kinda be a waste to drink it,” she chuckled, hoping he hadn’t noticed the blush that had crept into her cheeks. She also hoped he hadn’t caught her staring at him, again.

He chuckled, “I’d offer you whiskey, but I don’t have any here. We can get some at the store down the block if you want.”

She tilted her head slightly, wondering if he had something else on his mind, but was too nervous to ask at the moment. “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure Bobby and Sam will be back soon.”

Dean leaned against the counter, sipping his beer, occasionally looking over at her, but hadn’t said anything. She could tell he was in his head, lost in his thoughts while still paying attention to everything. It was moments like this that his personality captivated her. He had the kindest heart and the sharpest tongue that cut with a pain that was capable of pushing someone away forever. Just as their eyes locked, Sam walked through the motel room door.

“You two okay?” he asked, concerned for his brother still.

“Yup. Hunky-dory,” Dean replied, sporting that playful smirk of his again.

Then, the three of them drove back out to the factory. Maria had been lost in her thoughts on the drive. Dean kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, which his brother did notice, but neither of them said anything to her. They met back up with Bobby, and after Dean parked, he pulled four beers out of the green cooler, but Bobby declined. Maria leaned on the trunk of the Impala, thinking about the events that were about to play out soon when Sam pulled her from her thoughts.

“So, Maria, you comin' with us, or heading back with Bobby?” Sam asked, glancing over at her.

“I could do either, but it’d probably be more fun going with the two of you,” she chuckled playfully.

Dean raised an eyebrow, as did Bobby, “Bobby can’t be that boring,” Dean stated, that smile smirk on his face again, which made Maria roll her eyes, but in a playful way.

“Well, if I’m gonna be here, in this world, I might as well get to hunting,” she told him. 

The week she’d spent at Bobby’s while Dean and Sam were working out their issues, she had begun practicing with her abilities, feeling how her body had moved. It was almost muscle memory for her, which she found only slightly odd. 

She had also been having more dreams that consisted of memories of her life in this world, things that her character may have dreamt about in her fanfic. Maria was done questioning going back or even attempting to find a way back. 

She’d already decided she was going to stay, and no one was going to change her mind on the matter. This whole thing reminded her of a few different anime shows she had watched where a player got sucked into the game they had been playing.

Maria’s words made Dean chuckle, “Alright, Sweetheart, but you’re in the back seat.” 

She rolled her eyes before grabbing her bag from Bobby’s back seat and putting it in the Impala’s trunk. Then she hugged Bobby, promising to check in with him while she was out with the boys. Maria had gotten better about Dean’s scent not affecting her as badly as it had in the beginning. 

Her main reason for going with them was because she wanted to see the angels, knowing they were going to show up. She’d already told Bobby about the seals that were being broken, telling him what books were going to be the most helpful. Maria had also gotten more confident over that week, smiling as she walked over to Dean and Sam.

“Ready when you two are,” she told them with a smile before climbing in the back seat of the Impala, getting comfortable in the middle. 

Dean, Sam, and Bobby looked at each other, all exchanging looks while signing to each other.

Bobby: Keep an eye on her. I don’t know if she’s really ready for this yet.

Sam: We will, and we know. She seems eager, though.

Bobby: She’s been training the whole time the two of you were gone.

Dean: Really?

Bobby: Yeah, really. Just watch her. I worry.

Dean: She’s family Bobby, and our old Maria was a damn good hunter. We’ll keep an eye on her, we promise.

Sam: Yeah, Bobby, we promise.

They said their farewells before Bobby got in his car and drove off. Sam and Dean exchanged another look before they got in the Impala. She knew they had just over a week before Sam would find the next case. This was one of those timeframes the show hadn’t added for the fans to watch. She was curious as to what the two would end up doing.

She stared out the window at first, just watching the scenery pass by while Dean drove. Her mind wandered again, thinking about the future events and how pissed he was going to end up being with her.

“So, since you know the future, Sweetheart, what’s our next case?” Dean teased her playfully, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

Maria rolled her eyes, “You’ve got roughly ten days before the next one comes up.”

“Didn’t answer my question,” he sighed.

She clenched her jaw, still looking out the window, “It’s in Red Wing, Minnesota, okay? But nothing is gonna show up for a case till around the twenty-ninth.”

Sometimes, she hated her memory. She’d done so much research in her world on locations that weren’t easily found when it came to towns that weren’t listed on regular fan sites. This had been one of those that took far more research than she was willing to admit, putting together bits and pieces of information and asking numerous other fans on several chat sites.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dean smirked, feeling accomplished that he got something out of her.

“So, what are we gonna do for just over a week?” Sam thought out loud.

They normally didn’t have time to themselves, and now they knew they had a week off of hunting monsters or dealing with a case. Maria was pretty sure what Dean would want to do, and she didn’t want to think about it.

“Well, I say we go find a nice small town near there, get a couple motel rooms, and relax,” Dean said happily.

As long as my room is on the other side of the building entirely, Maria thought to herself.

“Sure. It’s been a long while since we’ve had time to relax and do nothing,” Sam chuckled, looking forward to it now, too.

The drive wasn’t horribly long, just under half a day, but they got in sometime near three in the morning. When the brothers went in to get a couple of rooms, she followed them after grabbing her bag. Dean wanted her room next to theirs, but she asked for one as far away from theirs as possible, making sure it had two beds. She had a feeling Sam wasn’t going to want to spend much time in the room with Dean or would end up getting kicked out due to Dean needing some private time.

“What was that all about, Sweetheart?” Dean asked, trying to catch up with her, “Don’t want to share a room with me now?”

She rolled her eyes, “I know what “relaxing” means to you, and I’d prefer not to hear it.”

He smirked, which Sam saw, and he shook his head, knowing his brother was an idiot, having no clue why she really didn’t want to be near his room.

“Oh, and Sam, you’re welcome to bunk in my room, when Dean picks brings a chick back,” she added, making her way to her room on the far side of the motel building.

“Thanks,” Sam chuckled as he and Dean headed to their room.

Maria locked her door behind her before tossing her bag on the bed, grabbing some fresh clothes, and taking a shower. It wasn’t the best water pressure, but it did the job. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and went to the closest corner store, purchasing five bottles of whiskey. Her excuse to the cashier was that she was hosting a party, which he bought.

She hadn’t planned on drinking that night. She just wanted it on hand for the next day. So, when she got back, she tucked it away and out of sight, then crawled into bed. Her dreams were again of memories of this world and her character's past, things she’d never added to her fanfic.

It was a long week for her, and she mostly hid from Dean more than anything. Sam spent several nights out of the week in her room on the other bed, as Dean had done exactly what she knew he would. 

“How long are you gonna not tell him how you feel?” Sam asked on the next to last day.

“He’d laugh at me, Sam. I mean, seriously. A girl from a world where he’s just a fictional character, and my dumb ass had to go and fall in love with him,” she retorted with a humorless chuckle.

“He might take it as a compliment?” he replied, raising an eyebrow

“He’s also not the settling down type. He likes his freedom. Then there's the way he always worries about losing those he cares about most. That somehow being close to him puts them in danger,” she sighed, then groaned, “He’s so stupid in that though. Any person he’s helped is in danger if a monster wanted to get to him.”

“Looks like you know him pretty well,” Sam chuckled, realizing that just because she looked like “their” Maria, she was very different, in all the best ways.

She rubbed her face with her hands, mildly frustrated, “He’d think it was creepy. I could probably tell him what he was thinking most of the time.”

“Not sure I’d want to know what he was thinking most of the time,” he laughed.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t know,” she sighed.

The alcohol was long gone at this point, and she knew they’d be heading out the following day for the next case. She again offered the other bed to Sam for the night in case Dean picked up yet another girl at the bar he’d been spending far too much time in, at least in her opinion. He did take her up on that offer when he saw Dean’s car gone, yet again, around dinner time.

Maria and Sam had pizza for dinner while watching a movie when they heard the Impala pull up at the motel. She didn’t even need to look out the window to know he had another girl with him. She could hear the woman giggling after the car doors closed.

“You’re only torturing yourself,” Sam sighed, hating seeing her sad like she was now.

“Not like I can just turn off my hearing,” she grumbled, turning up the TV.

She barely slept that night, unable to get him out of her head, so the following day, she looked as tired as she felt when she and Sam joined Dean at the Impala. Dean just watched her, attempting to read her expression, body language, and what she wasn’t saying.

“Never saw you at the bar. You into Sam now?” Dean asked, leaning against the driver’s door.

“He’s like a brother to me, and I’m not into family like that,” she snapped, not looking at him.

“Geeze, Sweetheart. Sounds like you just need to get laid,” he teased.

“Dude? Seriously?” Sam questioned him from the opposite side of the car.

“What?” he asked, acting innocent before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Maria ignored him on the drive, sitting behind Sam and keeping her gaze out the window. She was still fighting with herself on how to handle future events and deal with the man she loved, having no clue how she felt toward him. Knowing him the way she did, she knew how he was going to react to numerous things, especially since if she shared the information, he’d stop it. Her only thought was that she wanted the brothers to have their mom in their life again, and one family dinner that they never got. The one day where their dad got pulled from the past, but that was a great many years from now.

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I keep seeing increasingly bizarre claims by Azula stans about how she’s being discriminated against by the fandom, the other characters, and the narrative, and then these same Azula stans will be like “oh, but why can’t we love all the characters equally?”

I mean, because we don’t have to, nor are the characters meant to be interpreted this way, and this kind of media analysis, while it is something I have seen throughout my years in fandom, always comes across as utterly deaf to the context of whatever media this person is arguing about.

Characters in stories aren’t meant to be loved equally. We aren’t meant to have positive discussions about how this racist imperialist abusive villain really had a point, after all, and doing so is not only ridiculous, it runs the risk of being seriously harmful and propagating harmful rhetoric.

No, we should NOT be treating Zuko and Azula equally, because one atoned for their bad actions and the other one didn’t. One stopped being angry and hurting others and the other one didn’t.

I actually do love both characters but that does NOT mean I am going to talk about them in the same way and pretend they both equally deserve to be talked about positively, because they don’t. This weird performative positivity thing which seems to be unique to fandom is how you get posts arguing that a scene where Azula is belittling Zuko for not believing fascist propaganda in “The Avatar and the Firelord” is a scene of them bonding together. It’s how you get people saying that acknowledging that Katara beat Azula in Sozin’s Comet is antifeminist because it’s “pitting two women against each other” when what actually happened is that Azula was beaten by a woman she thought she was superior to. We should be talking about that. We should be pitting them against each other and acknowledging that Azula lost because this is a story about love triumphing over hate.

I mean, look, I’m all for stanning the villain. What I’m not here for is toxic positivity that makes room for abuse apologism for fear that we might say something negative about a character who hurt others without remorse, or in many cases, blaming other characters for reacting negatively to being victimized. It’s just fiction, which means that stanning villains isn’t a reflection of your moral character, but the fact that it is just fiction also means that it isn’t a moral flaw to be critical of a character, especially when that character should rightfully be criticized.

“But isn’t pitting Zuko and Azula against each other what Ozai wanted?”

No, I’m pretty sure Ozai wanted Azula to be his perfect princess and for Zuko to believe he was worthless. He was perfectly happy when he had both Zuko and Azula under the same roof as long as he could control them, and Zuko believing blatant lies and accepting his sister being cruel to him makes Zuko all the more easy for Ozai to control. I’m pretty sure Ozai would agree with the people saying that Zuko is just so ungrateful to Azula and wasn’t Azula just being nice? Isn’t that more than Zuko deserves, after all? To be fair, Ozai also doesn’t want Azula to realize self-actualization, but as long as Zuko stayed in his place at the bottom, I think he was fine with Zuko and Azula “bonding,” aka Azula insulting Zuko for daring to question the status quo, because that meant Zuko stayed in his place as the family scapegoat, Azula continued to believe Fire Nation propaganda unquestioned, and Ozai got exactly what he wanted.

#azula #zuko #ozai #abuse cw #the discourse

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall

5/5. Releases 4/11/2023.

For when you're vibing with... Queer romance, gender nonconformity, general hilarity and hope, found family vibes, and people who rarely get shine from historical romances taking center stage.

Peggy is in a tight spot: Arabella, her childhood friend and the woman she's in love with, has asked for her help to woo Orfeo, the famous castrato soprano visiting London. Unable to deny Arabella anything, Peggy complies--only to find that rather than resenting Orfeo, she's captivated with them. Just like Peggy, Orfeo is doesn't conform to gender norms, living on the edges of society. And in them, Peggy could find more than just attraction--but a soul-deep connection.

Man, this one was fucking something. Really daring, hilarious, sexy, and emotionally touching. Alexis Hall keeps making me happy as a reader, and I wholeheartedly adore this book.

Quick Takes:

--I've always been fascinated by the history of castrati, in part because there is a lot of ambiguity in the subject. Most (?) castrati were forcibly castrated or coerced into castration as children. While stories of accidents and illnesses were often given to justify the castration, usually the choice was not theirs--but undeniably, there were doors open to castrati, some of which, like Farinelli (who's referenced in this book) became famous, wealthy, and adored for their incredible voices. They also lost the ability to sire children, became seen as freakish or odd to some, and lived in this sort of... gray area of a very binary (on the surface) society. Alexis Hall doesn't shy away from all that Orfeo has suffered, and there's a lot of trauma going on, clearly. But he also doesn't make Orfeo this sob story of a character, this self-loathing nonbinary person. Orfeo is gorgeous, physically and emotionally, and they love their art. They clearly didn't have a choice about it--but that doesn't make the love any less valid, and Peggy does not pity them, does not turn them into some "half-man". She adores them, as she should. And they adore her.

--Peggy's gender identity is (though she uses she/her pronouns) fluid. The connection that she and Orfeo make, neither one of them a man or a woman, is really profound and something you don't often see in fiction. It's that camaraderie they have, not only with each other but their entire circle of friends (not a straight person in sight) that makes the novel so magical... Aside from the absolute gut punch of a romance that lingers between Orfeo and Peggy. Their connection is instantaneous (Peggy literally faints when she hears Orfeo sing for the first time, and Peggy is not a swooner) but it's not insta-love. Their bond grows over time, and even after it becomes physical, there's some real emotional work that has yet to be done.

--One thing I was concerned about going into this book was whether Orfeo's status as nonbinary (I've seen them specifically referred to as agender in other reviews, but I'm not 100% sure about where Alexis stands on this) would feel.... clumsily-done. In other words--is Orfeo only NB because they were castrated against their will? My interpretation, ultimately, was no; but the conflict this causes Orfeo is not avoided. They ask these questions themself. Were they always meant to be this way, or are they this way because of what happened to them? Does it matter? I personally saw Orfeo's identity as something that was a very literally a combination of who they are within (their soul) and how society has shaped them. And I think Alexis Hall confronted that conflict and reality very sensitively. But I say all of this as a cis woman, and I would be interested to see how people who aren't cis feel about it.

--I have an issue with how the romance community sometimes deals with past relationships and the conflicts they can naturally cause. You often see reviews that give actual trigger warnings for "OW/OM drama" and that just... It's fine to not like that, but acting like it's a trigger is a bit much--and I think that if we shun past loves and the conflicted feelings they can give characters, even when the relationships were toxic, we lose a lot of nuance.

Something Spectacular is a great example of why that kind of past can be important in romance. We see past relationships as issues for both Peggy and Orfeo, and they deal with them in very different ways. One of the most heart-clutching, gut-wrenching moments of the novel involves this kind of "drama". I think there's a lot of emotional honesty in this book, testifying to the chokehold that exes--or not-so-exes--can have on us, whether the relationship is healthy or not. And this drama does lead to one of my favorite romance novel reunions ever. There's RAIN DRAMA.

--The world of the book is delightful, consciously anachronistic and fun and full of cool people lazing about, seducing each other, attending operas like they're rock concerts, and having rather hysterical poetry slams that turn into.... other things. Alexis Hall writes with zero sense of pretentiousness or self-consciousness, and I think that's what we need more of in historical romance. I imagine it would be hard to come away from this book without wanting to read more of Alexis's novels, and certainly Something Fabulous.

--Not to spoil anything, but... This book confronts the concept of queer families, especially in the context of its world, in a way that I didn't expect and don't see a lot of in romance. I fucking loved it. That's all.

The Sex Stuff:

This is a sexy book. (She ain't called Peggy for nothing--name is destiny.) As soon as Orfeo and Peggy begin interacting, the sparks are real, and their sex life is quite literally bangin'. Alexis Hall does a really good job of writing sex scenes in a way that is explicit and romantic without getting bioessentialist or describing bodies in a way that is super gendered. Peggy is sensitive about her body and goes back and forth about how she feels about her breasts, and that's brought up. There's a wonderful scene of dialogue around how Orfeo, with their somewhat unique body makeup and history, experiences pleasure and how they've often been expected to "serve" rather than taking fulfillment themselves. (Peggy's reaction to this is gorgeous.) It's also just really hot. And the final sex scene in this book? Is crazy good. Hot hot hot. Something I have quite literally never read in a romance before, not in this exact form.

Here's the thing--you can write romance novels about marginalized communities and people who've experienced trauma without depriving their love stories of joy and humor and sex and swoony romance. Alexis Hall underlined that with A Lady for a Duke last year, and he did it again with Something Spectacular. Read it.

Thanks to Montlake and Netgalley for providing me with a copy of this book. My opinions are all my own.

#romance novel blogging #netgalley #book recs #arc reviews #books #book reviews #this one is a LOT A LOT A LOT and i did cry #also the fact that orfeo is wearing their feather lashes on the cover!!!

[happyandticklish]

Whats your opinion on minor x adult pairings in fictional stories ? I’ve seen a few people say it’s okay because it’s just fake and their anime characters so it’s not causing harm bc it’s not real human beings ofc it’s weird to ship real ppl that are minor x adult bc that’s ILLEGAL and morally wrong but in fiction do you think it’s that bad ? please give your honest opinion

Okay, so, this might be a bit long, fair warning. Also, I'm giving my honest opinion here, which may or may not be the right one, so if you disagree with me, on either side, that's perfectly alright and valid of you.

In general, I believe most of it is relative. For instance, if someone shipped something like All Might and Deku, that's a bit odd on its own, cause obviously he's an adult and Deku's a kid. However, people do have the license to age up characters if they so please. Deku has a bit of an idol crush on All Might, and it wouldn't be too strange to assume that in a couple of years when he's 18-19, he might try to pursue something. Now, I don't personally ship that and see them as having more of a familial bond, but I'm not gonna hate on anyone who does.

I myself have written a fic for Masaomi Kida/Izaya Orihara from drrr. In the show, Izaya's around 27 and Masaomi is somewhere in high school. The fic that I wrote was a fic where years later Masaomi was revisiting the city and ran into Izaya, and discovered a bunch of latent feelings in himself towards the man. In the fic, everyone involved is over 18.

Not to mention the difference between 17 & 18 is one year, which isn't that long of a time relatively speaking. Someone who's 19 could date someone who's 18 and it would be fine, but if they tried to date someone who's 17, it would instantly get shut down, despite there being almost no difference in age or maturity.

Also, fictional characters aren't real. Now I'm not necessarily condoning shipping adults and minors in fiction, but at the end of the day, no harm is actually done, so there's no crime to actually report. If I wrote about murder, I'm not implying that I want to actually kill people, merely that I'm exploring the concept. This applies to a lot of fiction. It's difficult to break things down into black and white concepts, and I think a lot of these issues are more complicated than people are trying to make them out to be.

As for me, I don't personally give a shit. You think it's wrong to do so? Okay, that's totally fine. You think it's okay to ship it? Also a valid opinion. What I do give a shit about is persecuting either side for where they land on it. This is not a simple issue, and I don't think we should twist people's words and make them out to be villains callously, nor should we ignore people's concerns on the other side. Both sides have valid opinions.

So in conclusion, it really depends, but so long as no one is being a dick and nothing bad is happening irl, than I don't think we should be judging anyone for the things they're into.

#non tickling #asks #answered ask

[lpjillian]

I have my own fictional universe, which I have never written about here, but exhibited art a couple of times or only once a very long time ago. So, recently I thought about it and realized that I want to return to drawing this universe, at least sometimes, because I love them very much. And, of course, i had to remember them. Although the character - man, not invented by me, he was made by my best friend for my universe. We decided to bind our characters with bonds of love. Hah. In fact, it was originally a written RP based and inspired by creepypasta and others like it. Therefore, there are a lot of creepy creatures. I really love creepy things. I myself am creepy, I somehow scared my mother in the dark. It was by accident, but she swore at me notably. I understand her. It was like this: I had to go to the kitchen and in the corridor on the way there, I heard how my mother woke up and left her room, and walked towards me, I understood that she would go into the room next to which I am now I stand and I stopped so that we would not crash into each other. Yes, I should to raise my voice to let her know that I was there, but I was too sleepy to think of it, so I just stood near the glass door that my mother wanted to go through. And imagine her horror when she comes to the door, turns on the light and this light illuminates my figure, which is perfectly visible on the periphery of her vision. She was very scared. And these are not all such cases, I very often unwittingly stand behind my friends, and they do not know until the very end that I am there. This is not on purpose! It's just that my friends are usually shorter than me and I'm so used to it. Today I write a lot about myself. Hah.

But more about the universe, there is confusing physics, or rather, a lot is tied to an alternative reality. The main characters are these two: Victoriano Jillian (a surname I have loved since the game "The Evil Within" and the name is my pseudonym); Oleander Letam (Some kind of poisonous flower). These two are not human, but Jill was once a human, but then she was connected with a dark creature, some kind of parasite, which kept her some semblance of life, because she died. In this universe there is a semblance of hell and heaven, but completely different. Even before Jill was connected to the dark entity, her family discovered that she carried the powers that were bestowed on her family back in the days when people lived in wooden houses. At the time of history, human technology has long reached the level, as in the game "Subnautica". The Victoriano family is very closely connected with religion, although religion is not of particular importance to the characters, and Jill herself does not remember her past before death, this is important for the story. At some point, she finds herself in such a situation that she is seized by a special organization that is engaged in the forced study of new and old creatures. Something like SCP Foundation. This organization is called "White Hawks" … Oleander was just created by this organization as one of the strongest generals. They are also forced to serve, and there are various management methods for this. Each general has his own biology or physiology, so each has its own lotion. Oleander has a chip that is closely connected to his main organs. He actually has few of them, he is essentially just a mass of dark energy, which is closely connected with the material form and is partially tied to it and cannot exist without it, but can also partially go beyond this body. At the time of meeting Jill, he is over 400 years old and Jill is 177.

#oleanderletam #victorianojillian #original #concept art #sketch #whitehawks

[nothwell]

Thanks to Ash for this heartwarming review of Fiorenzo!

~

PRE-READ THOUGHTS This sounds SO interesting!

STATS ⚠️ Stay Safe, Friends: many CWs but the author thoughtfully provides them all at the beginning of the book ⛰ Cliffhanger: no, but I would say it's a hopeful open ending 🌶 Spice Check: Carolina Reaper, are you serious? (you can find it in my profile!) ⭐️ Rating (?/5): 5/5!!! 🔂 Re-Readability: Y E S!!!

I am shocked, thrilled, and excited to find another 5-star cozy comfort read! HOW LUCKY AM I.

TROPES SPOTTED IN THE WILD

hurt/comfort

rich/poor

bedroom surprises (this applies in more than one way, iykyk)

height difference

"reversed dynamics" (this is very much a thing here but also putting it in quotations because society shouldn't be judging who does what in a physical relationship based on looks and size saUR)

secret/hidden identities

SUMMARY + BASIC CHARACTER INFO AND RELATIONSHIPS A determined courtesan and a masked gentleman come together (welp) and find comfort and enjoyment in the other. Together they explore their chemistry with each other and help soothe wounds and worries when secrets and scars are set to be revealed.

🗡️Fiore: great at his job, strong, resilient, proud, determined to make his own way, prefers to give rather than receive (this plays a role), enjoys art - observing, participating, and doing, struggles with self-worth but deserves so much, intelligent

👑Enzo: hulking but gentle and sweet, bends for the people he chooses to bend for (emotionally and otherwise), loyal, thoughtful, more of a wallflower (or as much as he can be), appreciates the little details that make up a person’s personality instead of just focusing on outward appearances or obvious characteristics, also enjoys art - observing and doing, has a unique family line, and with it a unique physical make-up

WHY YOU SHOULD PUSH THIS ONE UP/DOWN YOUR TBR

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This setting reads as steampunk pirates in mythological Italy. Somehow. I really love it. Also, there are solid mentions of the plague as a timestamp, which further develops the universe. Although we are in a fictional universe, it reads as real-world adjacent.

Love that Nothwell normalizes so much in this universe: sex work, queerness, "unconventional" sexual dynamics. This is the type of delivery I love and appreciate so much when authors really feel like they want to say something or make any kind of statement, intentional or not.

Fiore and Enzo’s relationship develops pretty organically and naturally. While some could argue that it is an insta-love situation, I think the nature of their first meeting and the focus of their interactions being sexual due to Fiore’s work forges a closer bond faster. So, in this context, it felt like a normal progression for people who are engaging in intimate acts but who also choose to spend valuable clothed time together.

Enzo and Fiore are just pure affection with each other; it is so precious to witness and it makes the reading experience feel cozy and warm. I love them and their journey so much.

The ending is understated and felt right as it matches the almost gentle wave of Fiore and Enzo’s relationship. While I would have adored a more direct love confession, I think the simpler and subtler ways they expressed their love for each other worked well for their story.

The descriptors are rich and the language and imagery are vibrant. Nothwell manages to write such detail without it being overwhelming or impossible to imagine and he brings that ability over to fleshing out and bringing his characters to life.

I love good world-building and magic systems, and while the world-building was awesome in this, the “magic system” Nothwell constructs is medical, which I had so much fun reading. It almost connects my love of true crime-related science books with a historical romance.

I love the realism Nothwell puts into his characters and their relationships; they’re flawed people but make the effort to enjoy each other, faults and all. Reading relationships and characters that aren’t absolutely pristine and sparkly makes for a more endearing pairing, I think.

I found another comfort couple and read! There is just something so warm and delightful about this book and Fiore and Enzo that just make this tome of a story so fun and easy to read. Some points can feel a bit like stepping over a tiny stone curb, but the overall experience is great and relatively smooth.

OVERALL This was such a great time. I was amazed to find ANOTHER 5-star comfort read right after finding the first one in a while! I am absolutely going to dive into the rest of Nothwell's works because his writing is gorgeous and his characters are so full and complete. I am so excited about his other works, I'm going to need to add them to my TBR immediately!

Until next time!

~

FIORENZO is a queer fantasy-of-manners romance featuring secret identities, hurt/comfort, and a happily-ever-after. Out now wherever fine books are found!

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#gay romance #historical romance #mm romance #queer romance #mlm romance #kind words #sebastian nothwell #romantic fantasy #queer fantasy #fantasy romance #fantasy of manners #mannerpunk #fiorenzo #romantasy #historical fantasy

[hanako-san]

I don't hate Tsukasa but I will resent him for what he did in chapter 105. Amane cried and his feelings are the most important thing to me so I won't forgive Tsukasafor that but I don't hate him but I'm sure Amane will forgive Tsukasa that. That's all. It's just that Tsukasa is so cool after all!

Aida and Iro what they did is show that it was a joke on Tsukasa's part, a fun and game that Tsukasa plays, but the truth is that his joke can turn into a real feeling because Aida and Iro like it and it won't surprise me that they will in this series. Amane can accept this and share Yashiro with her younger twin. That's how I think Aida and Iro can do it again in the jshk series like they did in the game they were responsible for. Everything points to it. If that happens, I won't accept it, but I'm not going to worry about it either because I have no control over it.

I hate Nene there are many things I don't like about her but also Nene shows nasty acts like "I have a boyfriend but I will still admire others of my type" so I wouldn't really be surprised if Nene falls in love with Tsukasa and a love triangle will form between them and that what Aida and Iro shows in Nene I also consider a harmful act, because even though she has a boyfriend that she obsessively desires, she still looks at others with desires. She admires teru who did her a lot of harm and wanted to kill her boyfriend but she is not angry, just still admires him, she doesn't show any reflex she should have at the moment like being angry at him for taking advantage of her, trying to get Akane and Kou against Nene to stop her from saving Hanako when he wants to kills him. It's Hanako who should be the most important to her, she still sees not only him, but also others. Which means that feelings for Tsukasa can develop. Everything points to it.

So everything indicates that it doesn't have to happen, but maybe Aida and Iro are giving more and more clear signs. So my solution to the love triangle isn't so unreasonable.

In my opinion, what Aida and Iro have done in chapter 104&105 and maybe will do in the end - AmaTsuDaikon together may be canon in the end,and I think is harmful, because fiction can affect people, it doesn't have to, but it can, and I am the person who was influenced by fiction thanks to one fictional female character from another series I got rid of negative thoughts that I had years ago. I love her to this day and she is my queen and I will be grateful to her for the rest of my life. Amane has tied me to him forever and is very important to me. Amane became more important than her. And I support him and I will continue to support and care for him and tell him how beautiful he is because he deserves it. Aida and Iro are his parents, but I don't need to agree with all how they do. I got the impression that Aida and Iro think that twins, despite having different personalities share everything, it's nothing wrong to share a girl. It's okay for them and I don't think it's healthy, it's a sick fetish that they pass on through the characters.

Fortunately, romance in jshk doesn't interest me. I just find them boring and uninteresting. And there, everyone hurts each other, it's supposed to be a proof of love according to Aida and Iro, and Hana // Nene as a ship is the worst for me because she still beats him, she abused him in p.p arc when caught her attention, she only apologized, but she keeps doing it all the time, but there are styles of Aida and Iro with which I don't agree and it's good that I cut myself off from romantics ships from this series. It doesn't make sense to me. The only 'love' relationship I will support is the family relationship between Amane and Tsukasa. It's the only family bond I'm interested in. I once said that I like Hanako and Aoi together and I don't take it back. It's my personal opinion that they would be good together, but that doesn't mean I have to support canon ships in the series because I don't have to and don't want to. Ships are not something in this series that is a priority for me.

I really like their work and find them interesting but they show really bad things as positive in this work and I really don't like it but I am grateful to them for creating Amane I will support him with all my heart

#well.. this post is needed. #i want be clear

[dreaming-marchling]

Couple of Marked questions! 1. What is the strawberry thing with glaze that Brian likes that Mia makes?

2. How does The Princess Bride differ in a universe with soulmarks? Are Buttercup and Westley Marks? why does Buttercup think he's dead? Or is this a fantasy universe where Marks don't exist? (is this a weirdly popular fiction genre that some people obsess over and others just don't get - kind of like how soulmark AUs are to our universe?)

3. So I am assuming that gay marriage is not just legal - but like an absolute no-brainer. Kind of like asking someone 200 years ago if a man could marry a woman. They'd be like of course, who would even question it. Which makes those who are weird about homosexual marks even more fringe. Like what percent of Marks are heterosexual vs homosexual? Also I am assuming like IVF or surrogacy are widely used and accepted for homosexual couples to have children. Also I assume WAY higher rates of people identifying as bi or pan - if everyone is taught that their Mark could be any gender from the start. Heterosexual mark counts: Leon/Sarah Vince/Jade Teresa/Anthony Eileen/Patrick Kelly/Earl Couple Vince is buying the house from Family friend who at 20 got temporary custody of 12 year old Mark Jesse/CEO lady (if he's ID'd the right person) Arsonist boy and his mark who got custody from juvie

Homosexual Mark counts: Brian/Dom Miss Mattie/Miss Laurel Maybe the two women at the other table when dom and Brian were on their first date ...I'm sure I have missed some on page couple mentions, especially Toretto extended family. But this comes out to maybe a 1 to 3 ratio for homosexual mark pairings vs heterosexual mark pairings - so 25% of couples are same sex and 75% are opposite. (Yes I over analyze things)

4. How popular is Mark as a given name? or is it like taboo?

I live for you, I truly do.

This is the baked strawberry thing. It's originally apples but you can sub around ingredients for a strawberry version. I've done both apple and strawberry and it's *delicious*

I had a lot of fun with this in the bookstore chapter! I think they definitely have different versions of a soulmate trope or even a no soulmate world trope just like we do in reverse. Brian reads the back of a book talking a world where your Mark is your soulmate's name and thinks about how he wouldn't like that, so I think that's definitely a thing that people write about. Dom also jokes at one point that Hollywood's two favorite stories are clumsy girl finds out she's soulmates with her boss or the "classic" two warriors thing. I'm sure there's a whole dystopian genre about no soulmate worlds, lol. For Princess Bride I bet there's some magical element where you have to say I love you to accept the bond before your Marks come in but Wesley always says As You Wish instead so it isn't until they've lost each other that they truly say it and "complete" the bond. Or something like that :)

I really wanted to write the series in a society where you get who you get and it could absolutely be someone the same gender as you and everyone grows up knowing that. I do acknowledge preferences, like Letty tends to swing to guys and Rome tends to swing to girls and Brian barely swings to anyone but has only had experiences with men, but I think overall bi/pan sexuality is a default. I'm sure there are cultures who don't like homosexuality BUT I'm also sure there are cultures where they don't like heterosexuality. I would say that if someone is being nasty homophobic it's not really because they hate "gay" people (keeping in mind that you're *supposed* to be open to who you get so there should theoretically not be a gay/straight divide the way it is in our world) but because they're saying shit to hurt you. Like Earl with demeaning Brian & Kelly re: sucking dick. It's not so much that he cared Brian was sucking dick in the gay sense but that he was doing something "less manly" by being on the giving end. Just because there's a bisexuality default doesn't mean that humanity doesn't come up with other shitty lines to divide on. Re: Reproduction - you've stumbled onto another of the topics I purposefully do not set in stone within the universe (like the time period, for instance). If people want to think it's surrogacy/IVF/adoption then great, that's how it goes. If people want to think it's a universe that has male pregnancy and female/female reproduction then great, that's how it goes. I'm fine either way and Brian is 19 plus he's nowhere healed enough to even start discussing becoming a parent. Like, for me, that's not even a question they consider until Brian's like 30. I highly doubt I'll be writing him 11 years from now, lol, so I'm thinking I won't ever have to talk about it in story. To add to your list: Mr & Mrs Pearce, Carmen & her male Mark (Dom's cousins), Vince's parents /// Dante & Kaye (Dom's cousins), Becker and his Mark, Leon's mothers, the two guys who owned Myst. That's all I'm currently coming up with BUT!!! Thank you for giving me the place to finally mention: Brian isn't wrong that Dom is Aunts Georg. Dom's family is normal to Dom so he's not explaining them in his POV and Brian has a total inability to handle family conversations/keeping track of their names and connections so I haven't gotten to say that Tony had a lot of sisters and those sisters mostly have female Marks. So Dom's got like aunts squared, lol.

We name kids stuff like Christian here so I think Mark is fair game as a name.

These were a lot of fun to think about, thank you for asking!!

(also, if anyone reads this and hasn't yet voted in the next Marked in Faith poll, it's my pinned post for another few days!)

#Marked in Trust #My Writing

[severinsenodom23]

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Why 99.997% Play Games Like This

What do you think drives people to video games? Yes, they’re not for everyone, and yes, there are people that can’t play them. But for the people that can and do. Why?

Is it the rush of just barely making it through a level? Is it the rich, powerful stories we’re experiencing? What about the challenge? The feeling of having a whole new world with a whole new set of rules at your fingertips? Is it escapism? Escaping your job or school, your friends and family drama? Escaping a world that might not understand you the way a fictional one does? But what about escaping the very lens you’re seeing the game through? Is that possible? Would you, and should I, want that?

Percentages and statistics. Love them or hate them, they help us to put things in perspective. They help us better understand adverse effects of things. Inequalities and suffering. But they also help us quantify experiences. The differences between people that lead them to vastly different perspectives or ways of being and seeing. I have one of those differences. If you’ve been with the channel for long enough, you’ll have seen my video on my visual disability. Achromatopsia. To give you a brief rundown: it’s a congenital defect of the cone cells in the retina, rendering them useless. Cone cells are responsible for the perception of color, light filtering, and higher detailed vision. As a result, my eyes do none of these things. I see absolutely no color, my pupils do not filter light, and my vision is just extremely poor overall.

And from what I could gather, based on how common Achromatopsia is, and how many people there are in the world, the percentage of people that have this same condition is around 0.003%. That tells me that 99.997% of people don’t experience the world the way I do, and don’t experience video games the same way either.

Though from a young age, this did not stop me from playing video games. From the original LEGO Star Wars on the PS2, to God of War Ragnarok on the PS5, I’ve tried my best to enjoy games, however I could. And don’t get me wrong, I’m very lucky to have good enough vision to enjoy these games. I’ve known plenty of other people that can’t play games as comfortably as I can. Whether they would need to get closer to their screen than their noses would allow, or they simply wouldn’t be able to take in enough of the screen quick enough to play effectively. Though this hasn’t stopped many people with arguably worse vision from playing more difficult games than I do, and better than I ever could. Like Adam, otherwise known as Lo0p__, who plays CSGO, and is an absolute boss. It’s insane. Check out this video about him and what he does. Show him some love.

One of my favorite games growing up was The Sims 3. Though in all the time that I had played it, I never actually played it. My brother was the one at the keyboard, and I just watched. It was something him and I bonded over, and is still one of my fondest memories of my childhood. Looking back, could I have played it if I weren’t so impatient and young? Maybe. It’s not that much of a struggle to play it now, visually. But I still credit my vision for my inability to play it at the time, and for generating so many nice memories between my brother and myself.

Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 was another game that my brother played, and I just watched. Mostly because I was only 8 at the time, so I wasn’t allowed to play it. Little did my parents know that I was being traumatized anyway! Fuck you, Shepherd. You said fuck in front of an 8 year old. Dick.

My colorblindness has a tendency to get in my way in subtle and unexpected ways. Like, way back in the day, the WWE games’ UI had a red and black color scheme. So I could not for the life of me figure out what option I had selected, since the red was often indistinguishable from the black, and vice versa. This also got in the way of me making custom characters in these games, which is something I’ve always loved. 

Going back to my brother, who I’ve realized was a pretty strong driving force for me and what I watched and played when I was younger. I have a distinct memory of him going out of his way to get me Soulcaliber III for my birthday one year. Specifically because it had a character creator, and I loved that at the time. Still do, to be honest with you.

My love of creativity has always shined through a lot in the things that I enjoy and the things I care about. And I think there’s something special about sitting down at your console and PC and setting yourself loose on a video game world. Whether that means freeing a nondescript island nation from a tyrannical dictatorship in Far Cry, building your perfect island home in Animal Crossing, or burning a city to the ground in Just Cause. Video games mean something to a lot of people, in a lot of different ways. And I’m honored, and grateful, that I’ve been able to share in that experience in one way or another throughout the years. 

Not to mention seeing the implementation of significantly improved accessibility options in games. Having just the smallest opportunity to not add to my future back problems is a great feeling for me.

Maybe one day VR will become so powerful that it could circumvent our eyes, or our other sensory organs. Sounds a lot like Elon’s new brain chip bullshit. As long as Twitter isn’t preloaded I’ll be fine.

Even though I’m a small part of the 0.003% of people that experience video games the way I do. I hope that one day nobody will answer the question “Do you play video games?” with the answer “No, because I can’t”

Hopefully one day people will only be bad at games because of a skill issue. Not a disability issue.

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nothing feels better than laying in bed after a shower after you’ve done your skin care your body care your hair & in your pajamas rubbing your feet together like a crickettttt NOTHING

i got a book i like i made a list for new reads & i’m excited i found a christian author that i just know i’ll enjoy :) i think reading is so nice because you literally escape & get lost in the literature it’s sometimes an out of body experience depending on what it is your reading maybe i’ll get into fiction some day (besides poems) i also got a workbook by somebody i like & maybe i’ll start it tomorrow if i finish what i’m reading but i take a day or 2 off & i still have like 90 pages i think maybe

so i be going on this app sometimes @ night when i can’t sleep & ive told everyone i was going to sleep & i hear discussions- why is everyone so caught up on race/nationality my goodness i never thought ppl were actually that simple minded; i usually date minority men like myself because it’s what i’m attracted to however if i found a man that wasn’t hispanic/black i wouldn’t be against it or think ima have to explain my culture to him i’ve dated opposite cultures/religions & as long as it’s respect there it is totally ok i wouldn’t think my bloodline is going to be weak or sacrificed or anything of that nature LOL plus as your connection grows so does the knowledge of your person you should know your person inside & out i don’t think ppls souls have a race but idk i could be wrong i just am grateful i am not that simple minded plus when it’s adversity is often when i bond with ppl i like to see their reactions to different topics see how they act when someone doesn’t agree that’s where i see if i could build with someone i don’t ever want to be with a arrogant man againnnnnn such wasted energy - i won’t date a man that doesn’t believe in Jesus again tho i want going to church to be a thing i be seeing the families in my church & it’s beautiful i want that for me i didn’t grow up in church besides special occasions & i want my kids to actually know God every early on & create their own connection with the Lord watching little kids pray is the cutestttttt 😭 it’s so pure they always just give thanks they may ask for like a toy or to go to a place but mostly it’s them being thankful

i still haven’t went try to start a fire

i always be telling myself what more i want to get done & what more i want to grow in certain aspects & i don’t ever give credit for how far i’ve come i started being grateful for my progress thus far & it’s made such a difference in how i treat others i’m less blunt (i still speak my mind but it’s kinder) you truly have to have patience with yourself & others always setting & achieving goals is great & you should want to be productive but don’t be so consumed with the next task you forget the one you’ve just completed plus being busy was never my goal idk how i started getting into that but i’m glad i’ve slowed down my break was very much needed & appreciated

also the world is ending idc what anyone says everyone calls me crazy or weird anyway but like i will witness it if not me my kids or their kids that’s how soon it will be just wait & see!

imagine the ppl that have been floating around waiting to go to their final destination i bet even they are more excited than me

i just pray none of my loved ones are drunk or high when the time comes. i wish ppl would just get serious about their spirituality already we too grown to be playing around still i know i had a ball already in that lifestyle it’s no need to keep doing the same stuff over & over i want more for the ppl i love & for ppl in general or at least keep it to like rare occasions or celebrations vices turned to habits that ppl don’t break are detrimental to your personal growth how haven’t ppl caught on? it doesn’t seem like rocket science different behavior will bring different results DUH

happy fridayyyyyy xoxo

ps am i champ for only having my ends blonde now? i’m going to get my roots done so if i am i won’t be much longer lolllllll

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Thinking about editing (while transcribing from paper to word doc): Ugh, this is the worst. I hate reading back over my stuff

Actually editing: I think I might've been hyping this up

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I just used character names in my Pathfinder Campaign as NPCs. Now to see if anyone actually reads the chapters I send out.

0 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#3

Me, starting Harry Turtledove's Southern Victory series: Oh neat what an interesting take on how the Great War might've gone differently

Me, six books in: Okay so this was basically the Great War and interwar if it was also fought on the American continent. The CSA is now Nazi Germany and about to pull a fast one on the "Totally not the French" USA

3 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#2

You have a typewriter? Lemme see it and also where do I get one I want one it’s the only weird writing shit I don’t have.

I have two actually! First one I got was a 1969 Smith Corona Super Sterling. Named him Wesley Smith O' Rona for reminding me of Smith and Wesson and being a Corona in the Corona pandemic (it might be weird to name typewriters, but IDK). Interesting feature is that the top part slides forward instead of hinging up like most typewriters.

The second one I got was a Royal Quiet De Luxe from (I think, based on serial numbers) 1951. She is named Reine Ginny De Luxe Tranquil for being a Royal Quiet I got in Virginia. She is from the era when typewriters didn't have a 1 key, and instead used a lowercase L to denote 1s. That's why many older fonts have 1s and Ls look very similar. Of the two, she is in a bit better material condition and the one I use the most. Fun fact, apparently Ian Flemming and Ernest Hemingway both used them extensively. Flemming even bought a gold plated one as a reward for finishing Casino Royale and wrote the rest of the James Bond stories on it.

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My #1 post of 2022

Forget Dante’s Inferno, C.S. Lewis’ “The Screwtape Letters” is the Christian fan fiction we should base our public interpretation of hell on.

One of the things that draws me most to it I think is how insidious screwtape is. You pick up early on that he’s a demon writing to another younger demon, but the way he writes seems like he genuinely cares about his nephew wormwood and his client. Kind of like how sin is starting out. Gentle and welcoming, enticing you with the good side. It’s not until wormwood begins to fail or stumble repeatedly that screwtape’s letters turn more nasty and mean. IRL with sin, that’s when after it’s got hooks into you and you begin to chafe against it. It’s not until the end that we see the true nature of screwtape and wormwood’s relationship. Rather than the familial (if increasingly frustrated) relationship portrayed, the only thing wormwood truly means to screwtape is the ticket to another meal. We get hints of this throughout the book, but I think the final letter really hits it home. One way or another, screwtape is getting a meal. And as much as a small part of me wanted wormwood’s blunders to be part of a realization of God’s grace and the beginning of a redemption arc, I also knew that if the roles were reversed the end result would be the same. The reversal of the meanings of “My dear Wormwood” and “Your affectionate uncle” sent chills down my spine.

Another thing that stood out to me was screwtape’s opinion of “the enemy”. Most of the content of his letters alternate between offering suggestions for wormwood to tempt his patient (more than a few had me going introspective to my own actions) and railing against God. None of the demons seem to understand why God does what he does, because they seem incapable of understanding who he is. All they see is someone standing in between them and a feast of souls. Therefor, he must be the bad guy, and they must win in the end because humans are dumb cattle and he’s the bad guy.

The last bit, a later addition where screwtape proposes a toast to the graduating class of the demon college, is more political than the first book, but something that could’ve been written yesterday. Screwtape had talked about social issues previously, but this was a cranking up of the dial. Everything from how we’re being turned more adversarial against fellow man, how equality of outcome is being turned into the definition of democracy, these are issues we’re facing to this day. I had to check when C.S. Lewis wrote this and when he died, just to be sure he hadn’t somehow survived into the 21st century. Perhaps it’s more political than the previous letters and makes a bit of a jarring transition, but considering 20 years passed between the original book and the toast, and the fact they weren’t originally meant to be bundled together, I’m willing to give it a pass. That, and the fact we were dealing with the same issues 60 years ago is strangely comforting. Nothing new is under the sun. It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.

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Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit:  Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside:  Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know:  AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations:  First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol. 

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves:  The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

 Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans:  The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one. 

The Ren shat’var Trilogy:  A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction:  Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman:  Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas:  While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After:  Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny. 

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home):  In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities:   Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock. 

A Habitual Affection:  Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one. 

Atlas:  Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.

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