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messiahzzz · 6 months

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i have seen several posts around that addressed how discouraging gale from taking the crown of karsus is “keeping him from realizing his true potential.” that tara is merely upset at his choice, instead of being utterly devastated at the loss of her little love. that it’s not a bad ending per se because to get there he didn’t need to sacrifice 7000 innocent souls in the process. gale isn’t continuing the cycle of abuse either, he still appears to love tav and does come back for them to offer them ascension. he wants them to be equal, so it can’t possibly be an unhealthy dynamic, right?

but what of gale himself, his own convictions, values, and everything he holds dear? everything flawed and human that shaped him into the person he is?

player: are you saying you want to ascend? claim godhood?

gale: no, not like that. i don't want to join them. i want to better them. a god's powers, paired with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart.

gale’s motivation for acquiring godhood is that he will able to aid mortals in a way no other god has ever done before. he won’t hide behind pretense nor require blind devotion of his followers. he will understand and be able to empathize. he wholeheartedly believes that he will be different - he will act.

gale: [..] the gods could aid us if they wished, but instead they cower behind ao. so let us act ourselves.

gale believes that by becoming a god he will kill two birds with one stone: aid mortals and acquire enough power to quash any of his insecurities and enemies in the process. that by ridding himself of every perceived flaw he'll finally feel like he will have enough to offer - maybe, just maybe he'll even be content. his flaws are merely holding him back from becoming the best version of himself, and by ridding himself of everything fallible, he will be whole. maybe this is what all of his suffering has led up to. maybe the orb chose him. maybe the reason he had to endure all the pain, isolation, and excruciating loneliness was so that he could realize that he was meant for something even greater. after all, power feeds ambition. and what is more powerful than a god? his convictions were certainly naive, he possesses enough knowledge to know better. don't get me wrong, part of him definitely wants to spite mystra a lil. but his intentions at that time were mostly pure. a reflection of his self-hatred and feelings of inadequacy.

player: this is wrong, gale. that power will corrupt you, even if you can seize it.

gale: it won't, i swear to you. it's merely a tool - a means to an end.

once we meet gale at the party in his new godlike form, it is apparent that even with all the power at his fingertips, he has reached no greater knowledge about himself. his insecurities are still as present as before, he merely is less subtle in his compensation - repeatedly highlighting his grandeur and how dull life on faerun is compared to the wonders of elysium. it is also genuinely crushing to see how little he thinks of himself even now.

gale: i was nothing. a drifting dust mote of a wizard, abandoned by my goddess, my powers lost, my reputation destroyed. and look at me now. i'm their proof.

any perceived dismissal of his Greatness™ is met with immediate disdain.

gale: a bold decision to treat a divine being with such cold indifference.

nodecontext: aloof, annoyed you weren't impressed with him

gale: you mortals do love to live dangerously, don't you?

nodecontext: the slightest hint of a threat - you've probably made an enemy here today. or at least, you've lost a friend.

he is still desperate to impress. emphasizing what an honor it is that a new-born god chose to bless their little soiree with his presence. gaze upon all his divine glory! gale has now become the embodiment of everything he criticized about the gods. his original intentions and plans are discarded and long forgotten. he assuages his erstwhile companions by telling them to simply pray to him, in case they should ever require aid. if they're lucky and their ambition pleases him, he might even deliver.

player: what does the 'god of ambition' offer to his followers?

gale: i 'offer' them nothing. i inspire them to seize their destinies for themselves.

player: interesting, so you help mortals help themselves?

gale: precisely. though that isn't to say i'm averse to the odd bit of direct encouragement.

gale: [..] my aims are set a little higher than offering cursory blessings to just any half-decent spellcaster.

gale: regardless, ethical quandaries are more the remit of my mortal devotees. they do love to talk, and faerun is starting to listen.

aiding "any half-decent spellcaster" is unbefitting of his status. he isn't concerned with questions of ethics and morality either. deeming such matters beneath his divine capabilities.

once gale has ascended and established his domain, what remains of the gale we knew? what of his mortal heart?

minthara: your ambition is not cruel, but you fear that if you indulge it, you will lose yourself in the mysteries of the weave and unravel the world.

minthara: you are afraid of so many things, and it is that fear that keeps you true to yourself.

gale did lose himself and ultimately became one of his biggest fears. considering that his existence as a being of pure ambition leads him to constantly seek out greater heights, it isn't farfetched to believe that raphael's prediction will indeed come true.

player[astarion]: ambition? finally, a god i can get behind...

gale: i assure you, this is merely the prelude to a far grander vision. elysium's in for something of a shake-up.

all that remains of gale is a thin veneer of the person he used to be. what he presents is a hollow echo of the old gale. he does retain some of his mannerisms and quirks, but he is definitely a lot colder and more condescending. if his personality already changed that drastically after a duration of only 6 months, what will he inevitability turn into when he has eternity at his disposal?

essentially, you are aiding gale in the eradication of himself. eradicating everything about him that made him into the loveable, charismatic, awkward, kind, buoyant person he was. everything about him that he perceived as defective, flawed, and lesser-than. before, his hubris was merely an expression of his own discontentment and low self-worth, but now he is hubris incarnate. all of his worst qualities have been amplified.

gale: i am ambition incarnate. as indistinguishable from that most potent sensation as mystra herself is from the weave. and word is spreading.

nodecontext: palpable, almost unsettling excitement from him - hint of megalomania

he put his trust in tav, trusting their judgment and relying on them to nudge him in the right direction. after all, they had plenty of opportunities to show him that they are an ally worth following and confiding in. but in the end, the prospect of what he could be, the things he could give them, the enemies he could yet conquer, won over the desire to simply accept him and help him rebuild a life on solid ground. tav denied him the unconditional love he craves most out of their own selfish desires.

tara: you were looking out for him. i expected better of you.

as i've already mentioned, gale desires nothing more than to be seen, accepted, loved, and valued. having a partner who wholeheartedly supports and believes in him is enough to make him feel content. most importantly - he just wants to live. to enjoy life with everything it has to offer. his ambition can’t be quenched because he hungers still. believing that only by acquiring more power will he finally be enough and reach said acceptance.

we see in his good ending that his own contentment was even able to influence and (temporarily) sate the orb's ever-present hunger:

gale: [..] or perhaps the orb's hunger was fuelled by my own, and my contentment influences it in much the same way.

gale: that's how i feel with you - content. it's a rather unfamiliar feeling, i must say. not something gale of waterdeep ever craved.

it is devastating that he doesn't reach the same feeling of fulfillment if he chooses to pursue godhood, and is instead compelled to continuously surpass his own accomplishments. not being granted rest or reprieve.

gale: i achieved everything we hoped i would, and still i'm not good enough for you?

gale pursuing godhood isn't evidence that he "has been evil all along" or that he "just waited to be unleashed" either. we can't diminish tav's influence in this outcome, they are after all an extension of the player. able to steer every companion toward a path of redemption or to enable them in their worst traits. fandom has already established that by letting astarion ascend you are actively supporting him in becoming the very thing he despises most, putting your own ambitions and idea of what you want him to be above his healing, this is no different.

tara: the gale i knew wasn't like this. he recognised his mistakes. he was contrite. all he wanted to do was live.

tara: unfortunately, he fell into company that turned his gaze towards foolishness. yes, i mean you.

player: gale is his own man, tara.

tara: false. he was mine. though now he belongs only to his own pride.

yes, the epilogue cutscene is beautiful and there is something bittersweet and romantic about his love for tav being one of the few emotions that remained a constant throughout the past 6 months. he didn't need to come back for them, but he did cause he loves them still. no matter how warped his definition of love may be now. while it is abundantly clear that tav ranks lower on his priority list than they did before, his commitment remains.

gale fears isolation, hoping to never return to the time when he was hopeless and alone, stuck inside his tower. by heading in this direction he is once again creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

tara: [..] if i pretended you hadn't turned tail on every lesson you set out to learn, i'd have no right to call myself your friend.

morena may as well have already resigned herself to her son’s death. elminster partly blames himself. for his lapse in judgment, as well as being the one who plucked him from obscurity in the first place. mourning the kind, bright-eyed boy who cried at the scorched roses in his neighbor's garden. tara won't be here anymore to care and look out for him either. he has lost his oldest and dearest friend, the one who witnessed his downfall from grace and never left his side. who believed him to be the finest mind AND the finest wizard she's ever had the pleasure to know. who was certain that he’d find a way out of any crisis no matter the circumstances. ...and if tav declines his offer to ascend with him? what does he have left?

gale: yes, i am rather radiant, aren't i?

tara: don't flatter yourself, gale. you've debased yourself in ways i could never have fathomed.

tara: goodbye gale, i hope the heavens are worth it.

gale’s godhood ending deals with the loss of humanity, the loss of oneself, and everything one holds dear. it is a devastating and bone-chilling narrative. it is a tragedy.

gale: i hope you don't think less of me. great ambition should not come at the expense of what you already hold dear. i see that now.

if gale could see himself, he would be horrified at the losses he deemed necessary to get here. he would be horrified at what he’s become.

#buckle in this is gonna be a long one!#even for my standards #to be clear this is by no means meant as a slight against specific users #just here to clarify that it is definitely one of the worst outcomes for gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 epilogue #bg3 epilogue spoilers #bg3 patch 5 #bg3 meta #god!gale #had this sitting in my drafts for days now but i am so sleep-deprived that i can't even tell if this is cohesive anymore (i apologize)

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ofstarsandvibranium · 9 months

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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 1

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

A/N: inspired by my post here. probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts max mini series.

You thought you'd have more time. You thought you'd be able to enjoy your youth for just a bit longer, but your time is up. Now five and twenty, your parents can no longer let you delay your debut to society any longer. Tonight, your debut ball, is probably going to be the worst night of your life.

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The Viscount, Lord Roy Kent wasn't too keen on moving from London to the small town of Richmond. However, after his brother-in-law's passing, he understood his sister's need for a change of scenery. So he bought an estate in Richmond for him, his sister, and his niece to live in.

Not long after their move, the viscount and his family were already being invited to take part in society, albeit, a small portion of it, but still a notable population of it.

"We should go," Lord Kent's sister, Clara, insists after viewing the invitation over her brother's shoulder.

"Why?"

"We should socialize, Roy. We didn't move here just to be holed up in the house all day. Come on, it could be good for us." Lord Kent groans, and Clara nudges him, "Fine. Don't go. Phoebe and I will go ourselves. I'm sure there will be some children there she could befriend."

Hating the idea of his sister and niece going by themselves gave Lord Kent the push he needed, "Fine. I'll go."

Clara beams at her older brother, "Wonderful!" she plucks the invitation from her brother's hand, "I'll send back a reply that the three of us will be attending."

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The day of the ball, your mother was fussing in a way you have never seen before. You and your young cousin, Cecelia, watch your mother flutter about ordering servants and cooks in a very frightening manner.

"I don't like who auntie is right now," your eight year old cousin whispers to you.

You snort, "Just wait until you debut, I'm sure it'll be just the same. Maybe worse."

Cecelia grimaces and then sighs, "Do you think other children will be attending? I've made sure all of my dolls look pretty if they do."

"I'm sure a few will come, Cece."

"Is Keeley coming? I like playing with her."

You softly smile at Cecelia, "Yes, but she won't be able to play with you, darling. She has to socialize with everyone and, most importantly, keep any potential suitors away from me," you give your cousin a joking nudge.

Your attention is suddenly on your mother as she starts scolding one of your handmaidens. You rush over to them and step in-between them, "Mother, what happened?"

"The flower arrangements are all wrong! They don't look how I want them to. They-"

"Mother," you place your hands on her shoulders, "Breathe." You then nod to your handmaiden and she scurries away. You guide her to a nearby bench and sit beside her, "I've never seen you so stressed before. You've planned balls prior to this."

"Yes, but this is especially important. This is your debut. The time for you to finally find a husband. Potential suitors will be here and everything needs to be perfect! Most importantly, the viscount Lord Kent and his family will be attending."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?"

You've heard news about the viscount and his family. They moved to the small town of Richmond due to Lord Kent's sister's husband passing away. She has a daughter around the same age as Cecelia.

Lady O'Sullivan, Lord Kent's sister, and her daughter, Phoebe, have been seen out, but there have been very few sightings of Viscount Kent. He's, essentially, an anomaly, a mystery that everyone is trying to solve.

You? You have no particular interest in him at all, even if he is attending the ball held in your honor.

"Mother, I'm sure however the flower arrangements turn out, it'll be fine. Everything will be fine."

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When Lord Kent, Lady O'Sullivan, and Phoebe arrive, there are already many guests present. As soon as they step foot into your home, your mother is rushing up to them.

"Lord Kent, it is an honor to be your host for tonight."

Clara steps forward, "Thank you so much for the invitation, Lady L/N," she thanks your mother with a curtsey. She then gestures to her brother, "This is my brother, Lord Kent and my daughter, Phoebe."

Your mother curtsies to Lord Kent and smiles at Phoebe, "Hello Phoebe. My niece is upstairs with other children. If you go to Jane," she points at the woman at the bottom of the stairs, "she can take you to them."

Phoebe looks up at her mother and when she receives a nod, she hastily rushes to Jane, ready to play with other children.

"I hope you enjoy the ball," your mother says, "My daughter, Y/N, is somewhere here, either mingling or hiding," she gives a sorry expression and then moves to greet other arriving guests.

Lord Kent groans as he enters the ballroom and Clara elbows him, "Behave. Go converse, mingle." Lord Kent slowly turns his head and glares at his sister, who then snorts, "Or stand in a corner and look menacing." She leaves her brother's side, heading for the h'orderves.

Lord Kent assumed his intimidating stature. His hands clasped behind his back as he walks around the ballroom. It was much smaller than ones he's been in when he lived in London. Still, it was impressive for a home in a small town.

"Sir?" a servant offers a tray of drinks and Lord Kent takes one. He sips the beverage, still wandering around the room, a looming and intimidating presence.

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Your dance card had filled up quick. Left and right were you pulled around the dance floor by different prospects of men. They were all so...boring.

After another dance, you drag your body to the corner where Keeley and her fiancé, James, or Jamie as he liked to be referred to, stood in the corner talking and drinking.

"So?" your best friend asks with hopeful eyes.

"Just as boring as the last," you say as James offers you a drink, "Honestly, I don't understand how you dealt with this for years until this numpty finally turned himself around," you gesture to Jamie.

Jamie shrugs, "I'm just lucky she was willing to give me another chance," he kisses Keeley's cheek lovingly and you inwardly sigh. You always hoped to have a love like theirs. Yes, it was rocky at the start, but Jamie had changed himself around to be the man Keeley deserved.

"Yes, well," you lift your now empty glass, "I'm going to get another one of these." As soon as you turn around, you bump into a man, causing his drink to spill over him.

Your eyes widen, "I'm-"

"Watch where you're going," he rasps out.

You're taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings," the man says with a frown.

You scoff, "Well I didn't know you were right behind me, so maybe it's you who needs to be aware of your surroundings and not stand so close to people!"

The man's brows furrow and just as he opens his mouth to retort, your mother appears by his side, "I am so sorry about this, Lord Kent. I'm sure this was an accident, right, Y/N?"

"Yes, an accident," you say, glaring at the viscount.

"We will happily pay for a new coat," you mother says and you roll your eyes.

"It's fine," Lord Kent mumbles and turns on his heel, going back in the direction he came.

Your mother turns to you with a stern expression, "You best hope you didn't upset Lord Kent too much."

"It was an accident, mother. Besides, he stood too close to me. How was I suppose to know he was right behind me?"

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After the ball ended, you were so exhausted. The dancing, the mingling, all of it was too much. Several men had asked to call upon you, but you had declined, to your mother's dismay.

A week later, you thought you would have a break from your mother's meddling in your future. However, you were very wrong.

Your mother had called you in and surprised you with a guest.

"Lord Kent?" you look at him confusedly and then give your mother a questioning stare.

"Lord Kent accompanied his niece, Phoebe, here so she can play with Cecelia."

"How...thoughtful," you clear your throat and smooth out your dress, "Well, I'll let you two talk while I go back to reading," you move to step out of the room, but your mother stops you.

"Wait, darling, can you keep Lord Kent company for a moment? I just need to check in with the kitchen for lunch. It'll be only for a moment." she looks at you expectantly. You know exactly what she's doing and you don't like it one bit. She's already been on you about rejecting several suitors. A part of you regrets that now because, maybe if you hadn't, you wouldn't be forced to sit here with Lord Kent.

"Very well," you slowly lower yourself onto the bench beside your mother.

Your mother jumps to her feet excitedly, "Lovely! I will be back shortly!" you watch her scurry out of the room but not before giving a nod to your handmaiden.

You sigh and turn your attention to Lord Kent whom is sitting up straight, face void of any expression. His dark brown eyes staring back at you.

You wiggle in your seat, slightly unnerved with his gaze, "So, are you enjoying our little town, Lord Kent?"

He gives you a grunt and after cocking a brow at him, he speaks, "As much as I can. It's very quiet. Society is still just as nosey here."

You snort, "You have no idea." You clear your throat again, "Have my parents bought you a new jacket to replace the one I ruined?"

"No."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I told them not to. The jacket wasn't very important to me to begin with."

"Seemed rather important enough for you to snap at me," you can't help but say the statement with a little disdain.

"I...apologize for my behavior. I had a distasteful encounter with someone prior that made me upset. I'm not excusing my behavior, but providing some context to what led to it."

You nod, accepting his behavior, "Who did you encounter? Was it Lady Radcliffe and her daughter, Lavinia?"

He rises a brow at you, "How did you know?"

"They always stir trouble. I told mother not to invite them but she didn't want to look bad for not," you shake your head, your nose scrunched up, "All that family cares about it maintaining a higher status."

"Doesn't everybody?"

You shake your head, "Not me. I don't care about any of it. I dislike how dishonorable and ingenuine people become when they find out you have a high place in society. I know I'm privileged to have enough money to live comfortably, however, I don't like the theatrics of it all."

Lord Kent leans forward, resting his elbows over his knees, "You sound very passionate about this considering you just held a ball to do just that."

You scoff, "Please, as if that was truly what I wanted. I've pushed my debut back for years. I couldn't delay it anymore."

"No one caught your eye last night then?"

"Not anyone in the slightest," you sigh, "What about you then? I imagine many ladies throw themselves at your feet because of your status. Doesn't it get tiring? Doesn't it feel like you're being used?"

Before Lord Kent can answer, your cousin and Phoebe are rushing into the room, "Y/N, we need your help!"

"With?"

"We want to play princesses and dragons!" Cece answers excitedly.

"You want me to play the dragon?"

"No, you're playing the princess, we're playing the dragons, and Uncle Roy will play the knight that rescues you!" Phoebe replies, pointing to everyone and giving them their roles.

"Oh, um," you glance at Lord Kent, "I don't think your uncle-"

"Let's go," Lord Kent says as he stands to his feet.

"Really?!" Cece looks up at him with excitement.

"Really?" you ask him in surprise. He shrugs, causing you to then stand, "Alright. Let's go."

"Yes!" the two young girls cry out as they rush out of the room and up the stairs to Cece's play room.

You and Lord Kent follow at a much slower pace. Lord Kent, walking besides you, leans in and whispers, "Phoebe's been struggling to make friends since we've moved. I'm happy she found a friend in Cecelia."

"I can't imagine how hard it must've been. Losing her father and moving away."

"It hasn't been easy, but I've been doing my best to see to that her and my sister are well taken care of."

You place a hand on Lord Kent's arm, "You're a good brother and man, my Lord. I don't know many men who would do the same."

Lord Kent, glances at your hand and then you pull away, mumbling a 'sorry', before rushing to Cecelia's play room.

Lord Kent proceeds to follow you at the same slow pace. His fists clench behind his back where he clasps them. There's a fluttering in his chest that he's never felt before and he's sure he's going to have a heart attack.

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #regency au #ted lasso au #ted lasso

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fanficforlife · 7 months

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Chapter Nine

Even though it was the middle of August, the air was cool. It probably had something to do with the fact that you were sitting on the back porch at four-thirty in the morning.

"There you are, baby." Kayce sat down on the steps next to you. His arm slid around your back while he kissed your temple. "What are you doing out here?"

You looked ahead of you so he followed your gaze to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. Lee. His hold on you tightened. "I was talking."

"About what?"

"You," a smile pulled at your lips. A comfortable silence settled between you while you watched the bird fly off. "Lee knew I left California to get away from Nick. A few weeks before he died he found me sitting back here. The sun had just started coming up and he asked why I was up so early. I tried to hide it but he knew I was crying. He sat down and made me tell him what was wrong." You took a breath. "I get nightmares sometimes about Nick. Sometimes they're just memories of what he did, other times it's him finding me."

"Baby," the hand that wasn't around your waist reached for your hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't get them when we sleep in the same bed."

"You should move in with me then."

"Kayc."

"I know. Just me and Tate, for a while at least. Did you have a nightmare tonight?"

"No. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you." Your fingers played with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. "Lee always told me I was safe here." You let out a small giggle. "And, that even though you hadn't asked me out yet, you wouldn't let anyone touch me."

Kayce chuckled. "He was right about that. I wouldn't have let your ex or anyone else near you. I still won't."

You smiled at him before looking out at the trees.

"Letty?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you feel safe here?"

"Yes." Your eyes met his hazel brown ones. "You make me feel safe."

He smiled and ran his hand across your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you, Letty."

"I know." You smiled. "I love you too."

"I gotta drive around and check some fences. What do you say we grab some coffee and you come keep me company? And, instead of sleeping in your bed again because Tate wanted to spend the weekend having a sleepover with his grandpa, we could spend the night at my place?"

"Yes and yes."

"Tate will be here with Dad so we have the whole day and night to ourselves." His perfect grin formed before he kissed you. "Go get changed. I'll get the coffee."

"Meet you in the kitchen in five minutes."

After going inside, you both walked through the living room to the hallway. As you went to walk passed the kitchen to your room, he stopped you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled softly. "You worry about me too much."

"I worry about you just as much as I should be. Now answer the question, beautiful."

Your hands came up and rested against the sides of his neck, your thumbs running across his stubble-covered jaw. "I'm okay. Just missing your brother."

"Me too."

"He would be so proud of you, Kayce."

"After kicking my ass for waiting so long to ask you out."

You giggled. "Yeah, that's probably true."

"Thank you for being there for me through that and every day since then."

"You're welcome. But, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to and I needed you just as much as you needed me."

His hand ran across your cheek. "I still need you."

"Right back at you." You rose to your toes and kissed him before going to change.

You leaned against the fence post watching Kayce while he finished securing a section of barbed wire that he had to replace.

"There," he straightened up, "that- What?"

"Nothing."

"Nothin'?" He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "What are you thinking about?"

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You." You leaned back against him while you both looked out over the pasture to the mountains.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Is that all I'm gonna get?" He chuckled and turned you to face him.

"I just..." your hands rested on his chest, "I can't believe I'm here with you. You are the most hardworking, caring, understanding man I have ever met." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. "I would go through everything in California again if I knew that it led me here."

In response, he grabbed your face and kissed you. "I love you more than anything on this earth, Letty. Well, you and the kid."

"I love you too." You giggled and slid your hands over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck as your lips met his. When the kiss started to grow heated, you stepped back. "You need to work."

"I just finished the last one."

"Yeah?"

The smirk that drove you crazy, in the best possible way, formed. "Yeah, now get back here." His hand slid into your hair pulling you in. As the kiss intensified, he picked you up and carried you to the tailgate of his truck. It was already down with tools sitting on it so he pushed them to the side before setting you on it. His eyes met yours and you smiled.

While you unzipped and shimmied out of your jeans, he unbuckled his belt and pushed it down. "Kayc," you moaned when he slowly thrust into you.

"Fuck, baby." His fiery eyes met yours. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust. "Yes," you moaned when one of his hands left your hips and went between you to your clit. "Yes. Yes. Kayce." It didn't take long for heat to start pooling.

When your orgasm had passed, he took your hands which had been gripping his shoulders and lay you on your back. "I want one more, baby." You nodded as you looked up at him, making the smirk you love form. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you.

You could feel a rough section of the tailgate scrape your ass cheek but you didn't care. He had you at the perfect angle and you started to clench around him. "Oh, god. Kayce."

"Yes, baby. Give me one more." His smirk reappeared. "Come for me, Letty." That put you over the edge and you fell apart. He came seconds later, spilling into you.

"You good, baby?" He asked as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

"Mhm," you mumbled with a smile.

He chuckled and zipped his jeans up before putting your underwear and jeans on you as far as he could get them with you still lying down.

After carefully getting to your feet, you pulled them up the rest of the way.

"Hi." Kayce smiled down at you, his hands going to your waist.

"Hi." Your fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. "That was...wow."

His smirk formed before he kissed you. "I'm gonna have to agree with you on that. Now get your sexy ass out of the way so I can clean up."

You giggled as he squeezed your sides. "What do you have to do now?" You asked as you leaned against the side of his truck.

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things." He informed, closing the tailgate. "Where do you think you're goin'?" His hand wrapped around yours, stopping you from going around to the passenger side.

"Maybe I don't want to sit beside you." You teased.

He backed you against the truck and pressed himself against you, keeping you in place. "You don't, huh?" The smirk that drove you crazy formed.

"Don't look at me like that we both know because we both know what comes next."

"You. Once, sometimes more."

"Kayce!" You gave him a shove so you could slip free.

His laugh followed you as you climbed into the truck. "You're cute when you blush."

"Oh my god." You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder while he buckled his seatbelt.

"Even cuter when you come."

Your jaw dropped as the red on your cheeks darkened.

He reached across your lap when you tried sliding across the seat. "I'll stop."

"Says the guy with the mischievous grin on his face."

"Get back here."

You gave in with a smile and settled in next to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest." His lips pressed against your temple before he started the truck.

When you got closer to town, you looked in the rearview mirror and started taming your hair. "You should leave it."

"It's a mess."

"You have that just had sex look."

"I did just have sex."

"Yes," he squeezed your knee, "but everyone else will see it and know you're mine."

You giggled, "I'm pretty sure everyone will know that without advertising what we just did. You always hold my hand when we go to town, or have your arm around me, your hand on my back." After smoothing the last tangled strand, you leaned back against the seat. "I'm guessing you don't hold Ryan or Colby's hand when you go to town to pick stuff up."

"Definitely not." His laugh echoed through the cab.

A comfortable silence settled between you as you rested your head on his shoulder and thought about how much your life had changed in the last seven and a half months. You escaped from Nick and the nightmare he put you through and ended up meeting a man so good you didn't think could even exist. Going through hell had brought you to the most amazing version of heaven on earth. And, you would endure it all over again so you could end up with the cowboy sitting beside you and his son.

"What are you thinking about?" Kayce asked as he joined you on the porch of the foreman's house. You had made his mom's stew and biscuits for dinner so he offered to put the leftovers away. "You've been kind of quiet since I got back from helping Dad in the barn before dinner. I told you it would just be us today, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

Your fingers picked at the cuff of your sleeve. "When you were with your dad and I was inside with Tate making the biscuits, Tate...he told me he loves me. He's said it before but it's always just been love you. When the biscuits were in the oven we were talking about what he and his grandpa did today. I was leaning back against the counter, when he was done telling me he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me and he said I love you." Tears started to pool in your eyes while you stared down at the ends of your sleeves. "He told me he was happy I came here because I'm kind of like his mom. Then he rested the side of his face against my stomach and hugged me. He laughed and said I make you happy so you're not as grumpy anymore so I can never leave."

Kayce chuckled, "he's right, you do make me happy." When you continued staring at your hands, he took hold of your chin and lifted it, making you look at him. "Hey, talk to me." Concern was evident in his voice when he saw tears start to trickle from your eyes. "Was it because he thinks you're his mom? I'll tell him not to call you that."

"It wasn't that."

"Nick?"

You nodded as you drew in a shaky breath. "If he finds me he said he would kill whoever helped me."

"Baby, it's been almost eight months since you got away from him. He would have found you by now."

"But, what if he's still looking? What if he does eventually find me?"

"If he does, he's not going to get a chance to kill anyone."

"What if you're all gone and just me and Tate are here? What...Tate-" A small sob cut you off.

Kayce wiped away your tears. "I know what you're thinking and you're not leaving. Tate loves you, I love you. Hell, everyone on this ranch loves you. You belong here." His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear before going back to try and dry your cheeks. "I'll tell you what. Tate's closet in the main house is five times bigger than it needs to be. Since we spend most of the time there anyway, especially you and him when I'm working, we'll close in part of the closet so he can hide in there. I'll make the door look like part of the wall so no one will know any different. Okay?"

You sniffed. "Okay."

"Come here." You stood up and he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His hand rested against the side of your neck. "Tate's not the only one who thinks you're kind of like his mom. You are beyond amazing with him. I know we've only been together for three months but I know that God sent you to me. We belong together, Letty."

"Kayce." A smile finally formed before you pressed your lips against his. It didn't take long before you both needed more. He stood up taking you with him and carried you to his bed.

After setting you on your feet, his hands went to work on your jeans. As he pulled them down, his hand ran across the scrape you got from the tailgate making you flinch. "Did I scratch you?" When you both looked you realized what it was from. "Shit. I should've put a blanket or something down."

"It's not that bad... if you kiss it better it will be as good as new."

"I can't have my baby hurt." He smirked, sinking to his knees and doing what you said. But, he didn't stop there. He kissed his way across your hip before taking off your underwear and jeans and gently pushed you onto the bed.

"Kayc," you moaned as he buried his face between your legs.

His hands slid under your thighs and gripped your hips, securing you in place. "You taste so damn good." He groaned before going to work again.

"Oh, god." After a couple of minutes of just using his tongue, one of his hands left your hip. His fingers dipped inside you while his mouth focused on the bundle of sensitive nerves. Your hands dove into his brown wavy hair. It took only minutes for your stomach to begin to tighten and waves of intense pleasure coursed through you.

When you came down from your high, Kayce's lips crashed against yours. He ushered you backwards, away from the edge, so he could climb between your legs. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue danced with yours.

He slowly thrust into you. His hand went to the back of your neck and he lifted you. "You're mine." His eyes pierced yours.

Whenever Nick told you that you were his it would make you feel hopeless and scared. Hearing Kayce tell you that you're his drove home the fact that this is where you were meant to be, with him and his son. "I'm yours." You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his.

*****

You parked one of the Dutton's work trucks in front of the grocery store as a patrol car was making its way down the street. While you got out, the police car parked behind the truck, blocking you in.

"Ma'am," one of them greeted as they walked up to you.

"Hi."

"Can I ask why you have the Dutton's truck?"

"I'm umm, getting groceries. I work for them." You swallowed nervously as memories of Nick in his police uniform filled your head.

"We've never seen you around town before."

"I've been here since the middle of February."

"Uh-huh." They exchanged doubtful looks. Sweat covered your palms. "Can I see your license, please?"

Panic set in. "I-I didn't steal it."

He nodded. "Let me just run your license and we'll get this cleared up."

"You can call John. He'll tell you I work there."

"We will after we check your license. Is it in

there?" He asked as he stepped forward and dumped the contents of your purse onto the driver's seat. You were frozen in fear. After opening your wallet, he pulled out your driver's license. "Well, Violet Smith from Los Angeles, I'll be right back."

Your heart rate was out of control, you were trembling. The officers could tell you were guilty of something so the other officer stood in front of you, corralling you between the open truck door and driver's seat, while the other went to the car.

Seconds later, the officer returned from the car. "I think it's time you tell us your real name because it isn't Violet Smith."

"I-I-"

"Cuff her."

"No."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Please. Just call John. Please!" Tears started falling from your eyes.

Once the handcuffs were secured, the officer took hold of your arm and put you in the back of the car. People were standing around watching as the other officers locked the truck. After they both got in, they drove to the station.

"No! No!" You pulled against the two officers who had uncuffed you and were trying to take your fingerprints. "Please, don't. Please!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Haskell came out of his office.

"We're trying to take her fingerprints but she's resisting."

"Please, don't. Call John Dutton. He'll tell you I work for him. Please!" You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks.

The sheriff looked at you for a few seconds. "Put her in one of the cells."

"But, we haven't even started with the paperwork or anything yet."

"I'll take care of it." He took your license off the counter. "Just put her in a cell."

"Just call him, please. I'm not lying!"

The officers took you through a door and your pleas died off. They brought you down the hall, putting you in one of the cells that lined the wall.

The door shut behind you with a clang, making you flinch. You went to the bench lining one wall, buried your face in your hands and cried. John would have to tell the sheriff who you were. Nick would come get you because he would see it on your file after the sheriff put your information into the computer. You mourned for the life you had here, for the friends you made, for the Duttons, for Tate. And, for Kayce. Nick would do whatever he wanted to you once he brought you back. But, the thought of never seeing Kayce again made your heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe. Death would be better than having to live without him and his son.

"Where is she?!" Kayce's voice echoed down the hall.

When you heard it, a sob left your lips knowing it was only a matter of days before you would never hear it again.

"Violet!" As soon as the sheriff unlocked your cell, he flung the door open and ran in. You stood up and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against him. You clung to his shirt as a fresh wave of tears spilled down your face. "I'm here, Letty. It's okay. You're coming home."

"N-Nick- He-he knows- I can't g-go back."

"He doesn't know, baby."

You pushed on his chest so you could look up at him. "He will! My name-he-"

"He won't know you're here because your name is Violet Smith." John finished from where he and the sheriff were standing outside the cell.

"But..." your eyes went to the sheriff.

"I've known John a long time." The sheriff informed. "He filled me in on everything. You're safe here, Violet. And, as far as the two who brought you in, and everyone else working here know, you're hiding from an abusive ex who's a cop, hence the fake ID. That's all they need to know." You looked at him unsure. "Nick and everything about your old life is safe with me. I won't be telling anyone." You gave a small nod of your head and a warm smile formed on his face. "I think it's time to get you out of there and back home."

"Come on, baby." Kayce kissed your hairline before putting his arm around your waist and guiding you out.

"I'm sorry, Vi," John said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I should've known it would be a matter of time before one of the knuckleheads working here stopped you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled. "Let's get outta here."

The second you climbed into bed Kayce pulled you into his arms. You burrowed into him as close as you could get. "I was scared." He admitted into your hair after a couple of silent minutes.

You shifted so you could look up at him. "You were scared? Nothing scares you."

"Losing you scares me." His brown eyes were watery. "The sheriff called Dad while we were working in the barn. All Dad said was it's you and to get in the truck. I think he drove faster than I've ever seen him drive before. If they would have booked you in...I would have been sitting in that cell right next to you." He slid his hand into your hair and rested his forehead against yours. "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." You sniffed, fighting back tears. "I thought I would have to go back."

"Baby, you are never going to lose me. No matter what. And, he is never, ever getting you back. I love you with everything I am, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started trickling over, "I love you too." Your lips met but this one felt different than all of the other ones. This one captured the last lingering thoughts you had of having to leave, of not getting too close. He took them all along with the last brick you had guarding your heart and you gave yourself to him, all of you. This was your home and he was the man you were supposed to be with.

…………………………………………………………………………

@saintnourah

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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FRIENDSHIP QUESTIONS TO ASK YOURSELF

(NOT ASTROLOGY RELATED)

Advice Post

Do you recieve the same energy when the conversation is about YOUR problems?

I used to have a friend who would call me screaming about her problems and I was always like omg yes absolutely thats horrible!! Asking her questions so she could get it all out of her system etc. But when I had a problem? She barely asked questions and she constantly interrupted me. She was always very quick to change the subject. She never even gave her own opinion on the situation while I would sit there giving her all kinds of advice.

When do they call you?

This same friend always called me when she was angry. She would call me on her lunch break to get it all out. And I would let her because thats what I thought a friend should do. She trauma dumped on me for years before I finally spoke to her about it and later ended the friendship.

What hurt me the most? It was that she did all these fun normal stuff with her other friends like going out for dinners etc. I would see on her Snapchat that she did all those things with others and I would ask her about it and she was like ”oh i forgot to call you i didnt know if you would wanna come”. I dont even think it ever crossed her mind what she was doing to me. I was like a sidechick but in a friendship way😳 So please be honest with yourself, are you the sidechick friend?

Do they hype you up like you hype them up?

Do they hype you up when you tell them good news? Do they hype you up when they see you looking good? Have you ever even recieved a compliment from them? Some people are bad at compliments tho so this one can be ignored if you know your friend have a hard time with stuff like that)

Do they hate on your enemies like you hate on their enemies?

When your friend tells you about that boss they hate you probably back them up even tho you never met that person. But when YOU complain about your teacher thats been horrible to you for 3 years or that boss that keeps on being rude do they hate on them with you? Or do they sound unbothered like ”get over it”.

Do you constantly find yourself wondering if that little joke was a personal dig towards you?

This is a very important one. Do you CONSTANTLY find yourself offended by stuff they said. But then you brush it off like ”No im just sensitive”. Chances are that you are not as sensitive as you think. Try making a change and see if the comments stop. For example when I was unemployed my friend used to always talk shit about unemployed people how ”they” ruin society etc. I was like hmmm and THEN when I got a job the comments just magically disappeared? After I started working full time in a place NOT one single comment about unemployed people.

Are you treated the same as their other friends?

Do they talk to you in the same way they talk to their other friends? Do they invite you to the same things or are you the ”meet up for a cig in the middle of the night but dont hang out with in daylight” friend? Have you met their family like their other friends?

And last but not least… Are they jealous of you?

Sometimes we humble ourselves a little too much. Some people think everyone is jealous of them and those people ruin it for all of us. But do you have a STRONG feeling that they are seriously envying you? They might be.

LOVE YOURSELF

#friendship #self care #self respect #self esteem #new years resolution

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 11 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕𝐈. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: it's a hard day... and a hard day's night.

word count: 3.780k

tw: boxing, fight, blood, badly written emotions (please reassure me that it's not as bad as i think it is)

author's note: it's 3am but i couldn't rest until i post this sooo here we are uwu

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 playlist!!

walking to the bookstore, y/n talked with her boss on her phone so she could switch her shift today with somebody else. she also thought about her chances and possibilities. she got a second chance (or rather hyeon-ju got it from her), she’s gonna talk through it. and if it’s successful, then she’s going with them, and if it blows, then… she’s gonna use yang-jung’s and doo-young’s help. it’s always another way, isn't it? and with gun-woo… shit, they’re gonna figure it out.

when she turned into the street, she already saw gun-woo. picking the earphones out from her ear, she smiled as she got there. when they got in front of each other, y/n initiated a hug. please accept it, please accept it and don’t push me away, she thought, but when gun-woo wrapped his arms around her too, she felt relief.

“y/n, was work alright?” work? oh, yeah… y/n nodded.

“yeah, i talked with him about switching my shift tonight, he was alright with that.” she answered. before she could go in, gun-woo seemed to take a deep breath. “what, do you wanna say something, gun-woo?”

gun-woo looked at her, then sighing a short breath, he shook his head.

“no, i… i don’t. let’s go get there, hyeon-ju is waiting for you.”

“is everything alright?” y/n asked. “like, did hyeon-ju forgive the two of you?”

“yeah, she did. but sir choi, her granddad was here. he said that he’s disappointed in her, but then one word led to another, and he told me and woo-jin to go home. then, we ate… and that’s all.”

“oh…” y/n muttered. “he probably isn't happy that we get ourselves into danger. but until nobody, not even the police does something, we should call this progress, too.” maybe she should tell yang-jung and doo-young what they plan.

y/n nodded, following him, but then he slowed down so they walked beside each other.

“are you nervous?”

“a little bit. but it’s gonna be okay. see, gun-woo… if this doesn’t work out, can we… so, can we keep the contact? i know work is work, but you… and woo-jin, “she added hurriedly, didn’t want to reveal her real thoughts, “, i think we became good friends for a short time.”

gun-woo nodded.

“of course, y/n! i was thinking about the same thing. but you and hyeon-ju are going to talk through this, so you're gonna stay with us. i guess she’s thinking the same way, you seem good, and the more we are, the better.”

“i hope it, too.” y/n sighed as they entered the bookstore. hyeon-ju and woo-jin were there, and suddenly a pregnant weight laid on the room as y/n looked at hyeon-ju. okay, just be calm and collected. don’t lose your mind because of a few words. she probably doesn’t really thinks what she says, y/n said to herself.

“please sit down, y/n.” she did as hyeon-ju told, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“i heard you want to talk with me. about what?” y/n asked, looking and gun-woo, then back to the other girl. hyeon-ju’s face was serious.

“i am sorry for what happened yesterday. i said things hastily and thoughtlessly.” she said. y/n lifted her eyebrows, like ‘that’s all?’ but yeah, that seemed to be all. for a girl like hyeon-ju, it got to be taken as an apology, and a process for their future.

“apology accepted.” although i don’t believe it, she added, but only to herself.

“i called for you because i have a new plan. we stalk yang jae-myeong again, but this time, it’s gotta be more careful. i drive the three of you at midnight, anywhere where they go. is this alright with you?”

y/n looked at woo-jin and gun-woo again. they both smiled a little, encouraging her to participate. nodding, y/n looked at her again.

“it’s okay. i just ask for some preparation time. i’m hungry, and a coffee could do good to me.”

“okay, we planned to start at night. be here at ten, as far as i know, yang jae-myeong’s gang doesn’t make a move before sunset.” y/n nodded at hyeon-ju’s words.

“i’m going to get some food. gun-woo said that you already ate, so…”

“i can go with you.” the said boy stood up. “if yang jae-myeong knows that someone is following them, we are stronger together. nevertheless it’s daylight or not.”

woo-jin and hyeon-ju nodded, making y/n gulp. she would lie if she said that her heartbeat didn’t increase, and she hoped that the warmness doesn’t manifest as redness on her cheeks.

“well, then… we’ll be there at ten, or sooner. probably sooner.” she said, standing up. gun-woo kept the door open as she stepped out, walking out from the bookstore. they’re going, together! can they mean this as a date? not an original date, but still, going out together.

“it was easier than i thought.” she said as they walked on the fresh aired streets.

“yeah, me too.” gun-woo sighed.

“what do you mean?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“i just mean that you and hyeon-ju are also stubborn. maybe hyeon-ju is more, but still, i thought that the two of you were gonna fight again.”

“do i really seem that headstrong? damn, i thought i softened through the years i spent in the bar… nevertheless, this conversation was good as it was; short, and direct. sometimes it’s all that’s needed.” y/n shrugged her shoulders. “do you drink coffee? we can eat something small.”

“you should eat more, you barely eat some pieces of vegetables in the morning. it’s gonna be a long night.” gun-woo offered, pointing to a restaurant. “we were there with woo-jin, that’s a good place! it has meat as good as steak.”

“you really like steak, don’t you? if i get my salary, maybe we can go and eat some. my boss is fumbling with my bonus and raise anyway.” she replied, making gun-woo shake his head.

“no, don’t do that! i don’t want to take your money away.”

“hush, i’d probably spend it on some useless things. eating some good food is the real good thing, mainly if you are with good company. i don’t know if i said this earlier, but i didn’t have a good company… or any company at all.” she said as they entered the restaurant. sitting down, gun-woo took off his jacket.

“i'm gonna bring meat. we can grill it here, is it okay with you?”

“of course, can you pick some kimchi too? and soy sauce, i really like soy sauce.” y/n added, getting comfortable in her seat.

y/n and gun-woo talked about many things while eating, gun-woo told her about his childhood, the time when he was in the military, and when he was working at any place he could.

“we aren’t the richest family, but i wanted to do anything i could. but boxing, boxing was always there in my life, it was something that i didn’t ever stop doing.”

“i feel you, gun-woo. when my father… well, when he died, the gym i trained in regularly was my safe haven. it was just me, my anger and my pain. people like me… like us, as far as i know, have something that’s consistent. a feeling, a thought, a purpose, anything. what brought you to the training everyday?”

“to protect others. and to get as strong as i can.”

“nice purpose. mine is terminated, ending with one big event. but i don’t know when that event is gonna happen, so it’s quite funny.”

“why, what’s your purpose?”

“to avenge my father’s death. sure, it wasn’t that strong, but since the three of you emerged, i got a little eager. it’s not an everyday offer what the three of you did for so long, that’s why i try to keep up with you as long as i can. and in the end, maybe i’m gonna succeed.”

“i’m sure we're gonna succeed. your family doesn’t have to worry about your father’s memory. and you too shouldn’t worry about it.”

“thanks, gun-woo.”

“no need to. and… i know that this may not be the right time to ask something like this, but since you asked that we could keep in contact, i…”

“you…?” y/n asked, hoping that gun-woo’s gonna say the words she wanted to hear in that exact moment.

“...i’m not professional with this, and i’m not good with words either. however, i have to take this risk before something happens. so, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“what?” y/n whispered, not believing what he said. he really… like really likes her? with an attitude like hers? with a life like hers? gun-woo looked at her, waiting for her reaction. sitting in silence, y/n’s brain had to process the information.

“i mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. and we can stay good friends, i just felt the need… to tell you this.”

“no, no, of course i want to go on a date with you!” y/n protested, silencing when she noticed how loud she was, and the old waitress lady looked at her too. “it’s just that… i never thought you'd ask this. but i’d like to go, of course i’d like to!”

“that’s wonderful! i mean, i’m glad that you feel the same way. i’m not good at relationships, and i don’t have many fine clothes, and i didn’t wear them until now, but to dress in if we go out… for you, i’d do it. and i’d buy new ones.” he looked so determined, y/n wanted to kiss him.

his words made y/n blush, bumping his hand to stop him somehow. she wasn’t sick of this, she was just too embarrassed, but in a good way. it was the best thing a guy ever told her was that ‘don’t worry, i never want to get you pregnant, so we always gonna use protection’ (they were seventeen for fuck’s sake), or ‘baby, i’d always choose you over the drugs. i’m gonna throw it all out, but please, don’t call my parents, or my boss’ (she broke up with him in the detox, and he probably didn’t even realize the whole thing from the medicines). her love life surely wasn’t a success story, but maybe, this was her chance. and she’s gonna take it, but first, she needs to calm down the too eager boy in front of her.

“no, gun-woo… you don’t have to do that. i don’t value that much.”

“woah, you’re so silly. don’t say this.” gun-woo cut her off, making her ogling her eyes.

“what? stop saying i’m silly!”

“no, i won’t stop saying it. you are worth that much, and i want to do it the proper way.”

in the proper way? y/n didn’t understand this. probably she never dated the proper way.

“okay, well… if you want it in the proper way… we'll do it in the proper way.” y/n smiled, reaching out her hand to hold gun-woo’s. gun-woo snickered a little, “what?” she asked.

“it’s just… it was so easy, like not that i mind it, but… you know, i thought you don’t want to go out with me. that you like guys who're like woo-jin.”

“like woo-jin? like, the bad guy type? or what?”

“yeah… probably?” gun-woo tilted his head, making y/n laugh, looking into his eyes. she tried not to tear up from the happiness that came to her today. she felt herself sensitive, but maybe, with gun-woo, it was okay. he could handle it, not like many others in her life. they never seemed to understand her, and they only looked out for themselves.

“then don’t worry, gun-woo. i had bad guys in my life, but… maybe it’s time for some good. thank you.” she whispered, holding with either of her hands gun-woo’s one, kneading a little bit with the tips of her fingers. gun-woo’s lips widened into a smile, and y/n fell in love with his cute tooth. how could someone be this perfect?

“eat some more, y/n. you barely touched your food.”

“okay, okay, i can’t be sentimental for a moment?” y/n replied smirking, taking a bite from the meat, sighing and rolling her eyes. she felt every fiber melting on her tongue, spreading a delicious taste in her whole mouth. “it’s the most wonderful meat i’ve ever eaten! you worked at that barbecue place for a reason! they better gave you a raise.”

“i’m glad it’s delicious.” gun-woo’s lips were so pink. y/n was happy that now, she could think about these things without guilt.

“why didn’t you tell me this earlier? next time you're gonna cook breakfast or dinner, and i’m gonna be the sous chef.” she said, biting and chewing on another nibble.

little did y/n and gun-woo know that the night brings something new. something harsh and cruel. something they didn’t count on.

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

night again, stalking yang jae-myeong and his gang again. y/n’s thoughts ticked around the fact that yang jae-myeong knew that someone was following him –so what if they prepared something for them? gun-woo sat beside her, and if he didn’t hear the cogs ticking in her brain, he could clearly see that she was deep in her thoughts.

“what’s the matter, y/n?” he asked, making her sigh, shaking her head.

“yeah, it’s just… the whole thing. i hope everything will be fine.”

“don’t worry, y/n, if we get into trouble, we’ll kick, punch and fight ourselves out of the situation!” woo-jin leaned back, grinning, sitting on the passenger seat beside hyeon-ju. y/n smiled a little, gun-woo touched her hand.

“everything will be alright. we go down there, we stalk and then hyeon-ju picks us up.”

“yeah, sure.” y/n gulped, accepting gun-woo’s hand as they got out of the car. walking down on the stairs to the subway, y/n adjusted the mask on her face. she couldn’t even get a deep breath in this crappy mask, she’ll rip it down from her face as soon as the pandemic is over.

but really, y/n’s hunches were real. she got more and more worried at every step, but she couldn’t tell the two guys to go home and end the mission before it could even get started. gun-woo peeked out from behind the wall, but he withdrew as soon as he could.

“come on out!” y/n looked at woo-jin. this was enough for her to complete the information that they were fucked. even a hundred bad men waited for them down there, or they would come. or worse. woo-jin looked at y/n, signing her something she couldn’t understand, but from the last hand movements, she could read that ‘stay behind’. “i know you’re there, so hurry up and show yourselves, fuckers! come out, you son of a bitch! are you playing hide and seek? motherfuckers…” gun-woo and woo-jin stepped out from behind the wall. “you bitch, come too! you think i didn’t see you yesterday? yes, behind the wall! do you think i’ll spare these guys if you are here? don’t get your hopes high!”

despite woo-jin’s stare, y/n sighed and followed the two before her. she knew that it’s gonna be a hard night. at first she heard footsteps from above them, and she thought that someone was just passing on the streets, but as soon as she heard some metal clinking to the barriers, she closed her eyes, sighing. she felt in danger, and felt really anxious. those were metal bats, and she saw them enough times when she was little. one brother of her friends’ was beaten up by it, and the bruises were there for weeks, even. she lost count of the boots that were stepping down to them, and thought about chances. sure, she could bear some beats if it were two or three of them, but smile capital surely didn’t send only two or three men. should she message doo-young or yang-jung? but he had a pregnant wife at home… but y/n was in life danger… but she could be in life danger too, pregnancy is dangerous… yang-jung was probably doing something by not calling her all day, but… maybe he would come and rescue them? the more worry she thought about, the less time she got for seeking help. it’s useless anyway, y/n thought as she forced herself to forget her phone. looking at gun-woo, he stepped beside her as the soldiers surrounded them.

“don’t worry, y/n, i’ll protect you.” gun-woo said, but y/n shook her head, putting up a fighting position. it was cute from him, and she appreciated it, but all those years’ exercises can’t go to the garbage, not now.

“you don’t need to, you look out for yourself, and i look out for myself. they’re overpowering, and if we don’t look out, it can turn really serious.” at the end, she nearly had to shout because of the noises that got louder and louder. black uniformed men were everywhere, bats in their hands, while they had only their fists. y/n took off her mask, revealing her face and hair, but at the same time, she grit her teeth like a tiger before attacking its prey.

they wanted to fight, they’re gonna get it. and we will punch, kick and fight out ourselves from any situation they got into, aren't we, woo-jin?

breathing in and out, y/n clenched her fists, looking for the weak points on their body. it’s gonna be alright. she will get hurt, that’s sure, but she will survive. it’s only just a few scratches. like she survived the death of her family. just a few scratches.

the fight was cruel. not because it was difficult –those men could only beat with their bats, she could lean or jump out of the way, but there were many, many soldiers. not to mention that her body was aching everywhere, not with sharp ache, but with dull, neverending ache. it was tiring, after beating one man down just to protect herself from another one, y/n prayed. please, be this the last one. or this. or this. she tried to look for gun-woo and woo-jin, but in the big ocean of black coats and metal bats, it was difficult to spot them, and she needed to look out for the incoming punches. but then, she noticed that someone was there too. someone new. taking down men from one by one.

it was hyeon-ju.

y/n striked back at the last man that seemed to attack her, rushing to hyeon-ju’s rescue. she had one man on her, shielding herself with him as others were trying to beat down on her own body.

“girl, we needed you!” y/n yelled, knocking down one man with a bat she found on the ground, and she didn’t throw it away. if you throw away the weapon that saved your life once, you are dead, her father used to say this. so now, this metal bat was her patron saint. gun-woo and woo-jin came too, so they could take down the last few men. when it was over, y/n didn’t want to believe it. how long did they spend down here? hours? half an hour? to her, it seemed like all day long. she could think about seeking information from any man, but before she could move, gun-woo came into her eyesight, grabbing the sides of her face.

“are you alright, y/n?” he was breathing heavily, too. y/n nodded her head.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine.”

“let’s go back”, woo-jin said, as they all hurried up the stairs. y/n ran as fast as she could despite her injuries, she never wanted to go down there, ever.

hopping into the car, y/n’s all body ached. her neck, her shoulders, her spine, her waist, her legs… she didn’t got many bruise on her face, although the edge of her eyebrows got a scratch, and her lip was swollen, but all the other bruises waited her in the bathroom, were she and gun-woo went after getting to the bookstore.

“could you please look at my back? it really hurts.” y/n whined as she tried to pull down her sweater. gun-woo grabbed her arms softly, making her look at him.

“i’ll help you.” he said, and with cooperation, her top was peeled down. she heard gun-woo hiss,

“what? is it that bad?” she asked, a little bit scared. she can’t go to work like this.

“you’ll need a cream for this. and maybe a bandage.” he lightly touched it, making her back shiver and sprouting goosebumps on her skin.

“fuck…” y/n muttered, as she saw that her arms and chest was swollen too. purple, red, green, yellow… how could some of her bruises get green and yellow this soon? it will hurt, it will really hurt tomorrow.

“don’t worry, we have some at home.” gun-woo tried to ease her worries. as y/n looked at him, his face was bleeding. how could she not notice it after the fight?

“wait, gun-woo. you have blood on your face”, she said as she got a towel under warm water from the tap. brushing away his hair, y/n tried to be as careful as possible, and when his face was clean, she accidentally touched the band aid, trying to bring down her hand. “i’m sorry… did they hurt it?”

“no. do you… wanna see?” his voice was low and quiet.

y/n shook her head, stroking it lightly. they were so close, they could easily kiss. not to mention that not only gun-woo’s face, but his body was also desirable, she wanted to stroke it all night as he slept, to ease the pain, and maybe to raise some desire in him. would it be evil? sure. but would it be wonderful? also sure.

“no, not if you don’t want to show me.”

she leaned closer, and gun-woo wasn’t pushing her away, or turning away. do you… want this as much as i want this? y/n could swore that this kiss could cure all her pain. she could already feel the soft lips on hers, just from looking at them, and the strong arms wrapping around her. as she turned her head, she was ready to embrace the feeling of their love, the relief of survival, and all his longing…

but then, his phone buzzed.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

author's note: i got to end it this way, don't be mad at me girliez

taglist: @fairyhani @castleninja @littlebaby-bunbun @sazura @jaylans-stuff @lovabluu @aashleyxjimin @stairlght (i'm sorry i couldn't find the link )): but i hope u see it)

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lestappenforever · 6 months

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Unpopular opinion here but we should all just chill. It is not good to post that question but the level of panic and accusation is out of proportion imo.

AO3 has been around more than a decade (and probably be older than some of us). RPS is so huge that literally any celebrities have been shipped. It was hardly the first time AO3 was mentioned to a celebrity.

Honestly I dont think straight guys care about fandom. Even if someone tells them at their faces about AO3, they may find it weird and forget about it five minutes later. They are more interested in checking out hot chicks’ instagram or making dirty jokes with their mates, than searching fan fic featuring him with another guy.

And more importantly, those F1 admins are well aware of fandom and highly likely have tumblr/AO3 account (come on how many times they mentioned lestappen?) It is not new information to them that AO3 exists. If they have not mentioned fan fic to the drivers before, I dont see any reason they would mention it just because of that one comment.

Do I think fandom should keep among ourselves and not bring it in front of the real persons? Yes

Do i think we should all be in panic mode and police other people? Not really

Hi anon! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. ❤️

I personally don't agree that we "should all just chill" at all, and the reason for this is that I have personally - as have so many other people - seen this go wrong so many times in the past with different fandoms. If certain (loud) people in the fandom are unable or unwilling to respect the boundaries between real people and the fandom, then this can cause serious issues for the fandom in general, and the real people involved.

Not only that, not shoving these parts of fandom down the throats of the real people involved is simply just a matter of respect. These guys, straight or not, probably have no interest whatsoever in reading about or seeing things that involve them doing weird shit to their friends or colleagues. And therefore, nobody should try to make them get involved with these types of things. If they are interested in or curious about these things, they'll go looking for things themselves, without needing the involvement of fans.

Imagine you had someone try to force you to watch or read porn involving yourself and someone else you definitely have no romantic or sexual feelings for whatsoever. Or somebody trying to force you into engaging with a kink that you have serious issues with and makes you incredibly uncomfortable just to think about. Now, I'm a pretty easygoing person and would personally find it hilarious if somebody wrote explicit fanfictions about myself and one of my friends. But I'm also very much aware of the fact that that's just me. But then on the other hand, I also get seriously uncomfortable with certain tropes or kinks for different reasons, and if somebody pestered me about those things? I would fucking hate it.

We have no idea about these drivers' sexualities, what their boundaries are, or what they can or cannot stand, and therefore, we should all respect the boundaries between fandom and the real people involved, and do what we can to keep these things separate.

Although I definitely agree with you about not thinking the drivers caring about those parts of fandom now, if the people who are unable or unwilling to understand the importance of boundaries keep being insufferable and loud about it, which too many people are being on social media already, then there is a serious risk that not only are they going to start caring, but they're going to start feeling uncomfortable with it all and let it impact the way they're acting around other drivers. Despite the fact that I don't think we're anywhere near that point yet, if people don't stop doing what they're doing and stop trying to shove those parts of fandom into the real people's faces, then there is a serious risk that we will end up reaching that point. And it's not going to be fun for anyone.

It's happened before, several times, and it can definitely happen again. And it always starts with what we're seeing in the F1 fandom right now.

It's not about "policing other people" at all, it's about trying to get those people in the fandom to understand why what they're doing is a bad idea, and why it's disrespecting boundaries that should be respected at all times. The majority of these fans are likely quite young and new to fandom in general, and I do believe it's a good idea that they get told, in no uncertain terms, that what they're doing can potentially cause some serious issues and personally impact the people they're fans of in a negative way, and why they shouldn't be doing it. Honestly, it's the only way they're going to learn. Hell, it's the only way any of us learned.

We've all been new to fandom at some point, and doing and saying things without thinking about the potential future impact in the beginning is definitely not an uncommon thing.

So I think the response we've seen to these comments on RBR's recent Tiktok video is absolutely justified, because there are so many of us who have seen it go so very, very wrong in the past, and we don't want to see it go this wrong again.

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen #Shipping #F1

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mephinomaly · 7 months

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Prologue

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Time: Early March in the first year of ES’s establishment

Location: In a underground livehouse, one of UNDEAD’s haunts

Keito: (What is that?)

(What the hell is happening…?)

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Koga: 『H！E！L！L！』

Adonis: 『S！I！N！G！』

Koga + Adonis: 『We are 『HELLSING』 ...☆』

Keito: I have no idea what’s going on—

HELLSING…? No matter how I look at it, that’s UNDEAD!

Rei: 『♪~♪~♪』

Kaoru: 『♪♪♪♪♪』

Keito: Oi! Listen up!

I know this isn’t a great time but I need to ask you guys something!

Adonis: —Hey. Oogami, Oogami, Hasumi-senpai is in the stage wings making a racket.

I am not sure how our senpais will react to this, so I think we should deal with him before something bad happens.

Koga: Nah, if somethin’ was gonna happen, it woulda happened by now.

Actually, I don’t want this important live t’be interrupted. Guess we’ll have t’see what he wants.

Oi, shitty glasses— Whaddya want?

Can’t you see we’re in the middle of rehearsal?

Keito: Let me make this clear first of all - I have no intention of interrupting your activities. I’m no longer the vice-president of the Student Council so I have no reason to be supervising the activities of problem children like you.

Koga: God, you fuckin’ know how t’waffle on and on. So why are you here if it’s got nothin’ t’do with us? Random person who looks good in glasses, whaddya want, hmmmm?

Keito: Well I don’t see how that’s relevant. We once donned the same costumes and participated in the same activities, and now we share an agency.

And that is precisely why I, as a representative of RhythmLink, have gone out of my way to come ask you this.

Your recent “peculiar activity” has become troublesome for the agency.

Therefore, I’d like to know what’s happening, UNDEAD.

Firstly-, what is “HELLSING”?

Koga: ...

Keito: Why are you keeping quiet, Oogami?

Can’t you explain it to me? After all, as you quite rightly said, you and I are in different units and are complete strangers who–

Adonis: Please wait a moment, Hasumi-senpai. I don’t think Oogami will be able to explain this very well.

Truthfully, we don’t really know what’s going on ourselves—

Koga: Shut it, Adonis. Yer actin’ like a parent who’s watchin’ their kid run their first errand. Stop addin’ unnecessary shit to the conversation.

Adonis: But, Hasumi-senpai will probably be able to offer useful advice—

Koga: Shut up! He fuckin’ said it himself, he ain’t got nothin’ to do with us anymore!

Now you’re actin’ like your our parents and tryna stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong! Stupid shitty glasses.

Keito: That was never my intention… I’m really– no, I mean, I’m worried about you.

I always end up imposing Oogami with heavy burdens that are my own responsibility.

Koga: Oi, don’t apologise! They told me to take it on, and you told me it was a lot anyway!

…Seriously man, don’t worry ‘bout it. HELLSING is just a different name we, UNDEAD, use on stage.

Recently, the hardcore rock image we use on stage versus the stupid silly image we use on like, variety shows is creatin’ a divert… divertent?

Adonis: A divergence?

Koga: Yeah, that! It’s creating a divergence in terms of how we present ourselves, so we thought that we could just use different names whether we’re on stage or doin’ our regular activities!

It’s like those mangas you fuckin’ love so much. They use different names dependin’ on what they’re doin’.

Keito: Umu… I suppose that’s true, as there are mangaka that operate under different pseudonyms based on if they are working on commercial materials or R-18 material.

Though generally, fans can tell from their art style that it is the same person.

Adonis: I don’t know much about manga but. Think of it as a parent company setting up subsidiaries, where each brand markets different things dependent on what activities they engage in.

Our, so to speak, immoral, radical activities will be handled by HELLSING, and our more friendly and palatable activities handled by UNDEAD.

Only what we do and the name has changed, the members remain the same. Me, Oogami, Sakuma-senpai, and Hakaze-senpai.

Keito: So what’s the point in doing all this…?

Koga: Shut uppp, there’s a ton of reasons. I get you’re a producer ‘n all but why’s it any of your business?

Keito: ...

Koga: …It’s whatever, alright?

This is what I wanted. To be honest, the fans are a little confused but everyone else is pretty happy with it.

I feel like I can actually breathe now I’m not bein’ forced t’do stupid varieties shows ‘n shit like that.

So that means it’s a good thing— all of it is.

I said it’s fine so everyone who says otherwise should shaddup!

『♪~♪~♪』

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 1

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #UNDEAD #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari #koga oogami #keito hasumi #flackback #wooo undead climax woooo

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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izu and his toy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| based on this post made by @spacelabrathor

| pairing: subby!izuku midoriya x gn!reader (college au)

| warnings: 18+ MDNI sex toys, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, overstimulation, some aftercare.

| wc: 3.3k

| a/n: is this mildly based off of something that happened to me recently....... uhhhhhhhh....................................................

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"Izu, the library's closing," I hissed at him as I gently shook him away.

We'd been studying in the library for a couple of hours to cram before our midterm tomorrow at 7AM, but at some point I'd let him put his head down without thinking about it, and next thing I knew, while I was still going strong with my studies, he was drooling onto his textbook. I tried to let him be for as long as I could. He had been working so hard to pass this exam on History of Pro Heroes that he'd practically started living in the library and my apartment just so he had some peace and quiet to study. But it was time to go home. I wasn't sure there was much more for either of us to study anymore without burning ourselves out.

"Shit--" Midoriya jumped up to his feet and looked around frantically. The library was pretty much empty besides us, another late night lurker, and the impatient librarian who was waiting to close up. "Shit, shit, shit--" He quickly started gathering his things and shoved them into his backpack. "I should probably go find a classroom to catch up on the time I missed--"

I cut him off by snatching his backpack and throwing it over my shoulder. "Like hell you are. You need a break. You need to sleep." I started walking out of the library with both of our backpacks over my shoulders. "It's bed time for you."

"What!"

As he chased after me, I kept walking, listening to his protests and bargains to come to my place so that he could study for just a few minutes before crashing on the couch. He'd make me breakfast! He'd buy me coffee from campus before the exam! He'd clean my apartment, buy me lunch, drive me around on the weekend with his car that he didn't like to park on campus, etc. Anything! Yet I refused with a shake of my head and a light smile.

"Bed time."

It was like talking to a five year old sometimes, I swear.

When we got to his dorm building, Midoriya used his keycard to let us in the front door, then led the way to the elevator. He was one of the lucky students that managed to get into the best dorm his Sophomore year when usually only the Seniors and Juniors won rooms in that building during the housing lottery at the end of each school year. He got a room to himself in a suite that he only had to share a bathroom and sink with three other people, he got air conditioning, space for his gaming setup, plenty of space for a fridge or two, etc. I'd never actually been up to his room before, but I had heard plenty about it before. He liked to brag about it whenever he'd come over to my place because I spent far too much on my shitty apartment off campus that I shared with four other people, which meant that there was no privacy whatsoever, and that I had to share a room with someone. Izuku was lucky and he knew it.

"If you judge me when you see what's inside, I will cry and never talk to you again," he warned me with a hand on the doorknob after using the keycard to unlock his room. "Got it?"

"Got it."

He opened the door and stopped inside. What I saw wasn't exactly surprising, but it was a bit embarrassing for him, so I suddenly understood why he never invited me or anyone else over to hang out in his oh-so-fancy dorm room that he bragged so much about. I was also starting to realize why he never got a girlfriend.

Plastered to pretty much every inch of his walls was some kind of All Might memorabilia. Posters, figurines, tapestries, flags, and so on. His sheets were red and his comforter was blue and yellow, like All Might's color scheme. Next to his gaming set up on his desk, he had a framed photo of the time he met All Might at a Pro Hero convention. Hidden behind his closet door were so many All Might t-shirts and pajama pants that I thought I was going crazy.

I tried my best not to laugh. I wasn't judging him, I just thought it was cute... He was really obsessed with All Might, I knew that, but... I didn't realize it was that bad.

"Oh, this is gold," I snickered as I saw a pair of clean All Might themed boxers hanging out of a drawer. I went to inspect them while putting them away for him, but as I did so, I pulled the drawer open a bit, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. "Iz?"

He saw what I was staring at and immediately scrambled to hide it from me, but I stopped him before he could slam the drawer shut.

"I didn't think you'd actually go digging through shit--"

"I didn't dig."

"Why were you looking in my underwear drawer in the first place!" His voice pitched with panic.

I looked over at him, still smiling, to find that he'd gone pale with worry and embarrassment while still trying to find the perfect opportunity to hide his shame from me after I'd stopped holding so firmly onto the drawer.

"When'd you buy it?"

"I'm not telling you!" He tried to push the drawer closed again. I held true. "My eighteenth birthday, okay?!"

"Why?"

He strained to close the drawer. My smirk widened.

"Why are you so shy about it, Izu?"

He turned from pale to red at the nickname. "Why are you teasing me about it..." he croaked.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm just asking."

"I'm endlessly ashamed of this whole situation, okay, can we just let it go?"

I grabbed the toy from his drawer to inspect it a bit. His eighteenth birthday, huh? So, what, he went to a sex toy store the second he could go into one, and he walked out with a transparent fleshlight? I'd seen worse from kids our age. I wasn't so sure why he would be sheepish about it. He was a young, single college kid. It was understandable that he needed something... I just never expected that Izuku Midoriya of all people would buy a fleshlight instead of something a bit smaller and more secretive.

"Is it nice?" I asked.

He finally managed to grab it from me. "That's for me to know and you to forget while I die of shame."

I laughed. "Stop being so squirmy about it, Izu!" I jumped onto his bed and relaxed against the pillows that were propped against the wall. "I think it's cute that you bought a toy for yourself."

He choked on air. "Stop that--"

"What?"

"You know..."

Did I know? Perhaps I did. All the blushing glances he'd send my way, all the times he'd ask to stay over at my place even though his was better, all the times he insisted on being a gentleman by holding the door for me, buying me food instead of letting me use my student meal points, driving me around even though he disliked it, spending all of his time with me. Yes, I think I always knew but I suppressed it because I didn't want to make a fool of myself by jumping to conclusions simply because he didn't act like any of my other guy friends; simply because he was better than any guy I knew. But now we were in his room, he was as red as a tomato while hugging his fleshlight in his arms to try to hide it from my sight, and he was shaking when he heard me call him Izu and when I said he was cute.

"You are cute, though, Izu," I tested the waters a bit more.

"You're being mean."

I watched him closely for a minute to see if he really meant it, but the strain in his pants said otherwise. Still, I didn't want to push it too far if he wasn't okay with it, so I played it safe by telling him that I'd leave if he really wanted me to. I wasn't smiling or teasing when I said it. I was as sincere as I'd ever been. If he really didn't want it, if he really hated it, I'd leave.

"No, wait--" He reached out to stop me. "I just... I don't know... How do you expect me to not be embarrassed about this? It's not like I was ever planning on having a friend come over and find... this."

He was close enough to me now that I could reach out for the toy again, and this time he let it happen while he stared at me with big eyes like a deer in headlights. I looked at the details of the toy. It was big. When he bought it, he probably had someone at the store tell him, "Are you sure? It might not be the right fit." Which meant that he probably really did fit into something that deep... The entrance of it was tight, but I could see that deep within it, it was a bit wider to fit his size. I swallowed hard. Did he really fit that? Did he know that they were supposed to be somewhat tight to feel good, or did he just go with it when it didn't properly fit?

"You clean it?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Good."

He burned a brighter red.

"Do you have any others?"

He shook his head.

"How often do you use it?"

He trembled and played with his fingers anxiously as he stared at the ground and replied, "Couple of times a week..."

Oh, the poor thing... He was really desperate, wasn't he? I felt bad for him. If only I'd known sooner.

"When'd you use it last?"

"Wha-- I-- Well, you know, I've, uh, I've been really, uh, busy, and, you know, well..." Izuku trailed off as I perched my finger under his chin and lifted his gaze. "Last night."

"We were hanging out last night, Izu."

"After that!"

"Is that why you left in such a hurry?"

He nodded.

"Poor thing."

He melted into my hand subconsciously. Over the past few days, when we'd been studying endlessly at the library, he'd come up with excuses to race home afterwards, like to shower, or grab pajamas, or something along those lines, before driving to my place. I really didn't think much of it at the time because I was so tired and stressed, too, but... Now that I knew the truth, I was beginning to wonder if he was racing home to get all of his anxiety out using his toy before coming to see me.

I mentioned then and there while caressing his cheek that he must be under so much pressure, that he must be so tired and stressed, that he must be so desperate for some release and some help. I don't know when or how or why, but something snapped in Midoriya, and suddenly he was melting further into my hand while inching closer to me until he was standing between my legs, his growing erection pressed up against the edge of his mattress.

"Not so shy now, are you?" I cooed.

He shook his head vaguely.

When I reached down to slowly run my hand from his hip to his pubic bone, he tensed up and pursed his lips, holding back a moan that nearly escaped him if he hadn't stopped himself so quickly. That just wouldn't do... I wanted to hear him. So I drifted further down until my hand was cupping his erection. He finally broke, lurching forward as he whined pathetically.

"Don-- Don't-- Don't tease--" he croaked.

"Mmm... Why not?" I whispered in his ear.

He moaned again as I slid my hand under his pants and underwear. "'Cause... 'Cause... I can't- I can't-- Fuck--"

"'Cause you're really desperate, Izu? Is that it?"

"Fuck--"

I pushed his pants down a bit, letting gravity do the rest so that everything fell easily to his knees, his cock springing free. So he hadn't bought the wrong size toy after all. There he was, my best friend, red faced with lust and embarrassment, his cock hard for me, his hands shaking as he gripped his sheets for dear life to stop himself from grinding against my thigh. He was big. He wasn't as long as I expected considering the depth of the toy, but he was certainly wide enough for it.

"Would you feel better if you got to fuck your toy?"

He nodded without a second thought.

"Go on, then." I turned the toy in my hands so that the opening was facing him, and I placed it between my thighs, just where his dick was waiting eagerly for some kind of stimulation; but I refused to help him. I wanted to see what it was like when he was alone and fucked his toy. I wanted to see what Izuku Midoriya looked like when he was practically in heaven. "Fuck your toy for me."

A small voice in the back of my mind was trying to knock some sense into me by screaming that this was my best friend, and that I was overstepping by coming into his room and telling him to get off in front of me. I was trying to warn myself that I was ruining my friendship by doing this. But then the devil on my shoulder was whispering into my ear that Izuku would look so cute when his sweaty hair would fall in his face, when his freckled cheeks would glow red as he got closer to the edge, when he'd grab onto me as he came into his toy. The sexual tension in the room was far stronger than any bit of reason I had left.

"I... Are you sure?" Midoriya looked up at me with puppy eyes.

I nodded with a smirk. "Go on."

With his grip still tough on his sheets, he swiveled his hips until his tip was playing with the entrance of the toy. "My lotion," he whispered while pointing to the table next to us. I leaned over to grab it for him.

"Show me exactly how you do it all, Izu."

I watched as he used some of the lotion to lube up his cock before burying two greasy fingers inside of the toy. It looked like he was trying to impress me by showing what he could do to someone else if given the chance, but to me, it looked like he was an inexperienced kid who'd never actually fingered someone before. I giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Wha--" He stared at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I..."

"Why'd you stop?"

Suddenly, with a little pep in his step, he fingered the toy a bit faster to make sure it was slick enough for him to fuck before he pulled out of it then pressed his cock in. He hunched forward a bit while doing so. His breath hitched and his knees buckled slightly, all of which told me that he was definitely as inexperienced as I initially thought he was.

With the toy still pressed between my thighs, Midoriya braced his hands on my thighs, then he started fucking the toy slow and deep, likely feeling the stretch of the silicon around his twitching length. He probably didn't even know what a real, warm hole felt like... How cute... It was so mesmerizing to watch him fasten his pace desperately while his thrusts got increasingly sloppier, his head hanging low as his hair fell in his face, and he was moaning constantly under his breath.

"You're such a good boy." It escaped me before I could even think to hold back such a lewd compliment.

However, it seemed to give him a greater sense of urgency because he was rolling his hips and reaching deeper and different angles with every thrust in. What happened to catch me off guard, however, was how he looked up at me suddenly, his green hair sticking to his forehead, and he leaned forward to kiss me passionately. His fingers clawed into my knees to hold me still as he sloppily stuck his tongue into my mouth and made an attempt to fight for dominance. I inevitably began fighting back before I ultimately won. He gave in and followed my lead. I smiled against his lips. He was moaning so affectionately, I could have melted and moaned back right then and there if I didn't hold myself back for the sake of seeming like I had more self-control than him.

"Is this what you imagined would happen when you bought this toy, Izu?" I mumbled against his lips.

"No..."

"Mmm... What do you think about when you're fucking it... When you're all alone in your room at night... Chasing your orgasm so you can race to my apartment and act like nothing ever happened..."

He whined.

"Hmmm? Tell me."

"You!" He gasped loudly as he hit a sensitive spot. "I think about fucking you-- Fuck!" His grip on me was starting to hurt, which was how I knew he was close. "I just wanna make you feel good..."

"One of these days, Izu. I promise. Just keep going. You can cum."

He panted into my mouth as he fucked his toy fast and faster and harder and harder until suddenly--

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, I'm cumming, fuck, god, fuck, I can't, fuck!"

I looked down at the transparent fleshlight just in time to see him burying himself deep inside of it as he came hard. His forehead fell against my shoulder. His body shook from being so overwhelmed.

"Keep going," I encouraged. "It'll feel good."

He listened despite his brain being fried. He pulled back a bit, then carefully slid back in while he was shooting the last of his cum out. He shivered and went weak a bit. I barely caught him with my hands under his armpits before he could collapse onto the ground.

“Izuku?” I lifted him back up a bit after he got his feet back under him. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Fuck.” He took in a deep breath to try to relax. “Fuck.”

I tried to find his face under his hair to see if he was really alright and to get a grasp of what happened. Behind his hair, he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes again. “What happened?”

He blushed. “I think I came too hard…”

I laughed.

“It’s not funny!”

I kissed him while I was still laughing. “I told you it’d feel good.”

Before he could kiss me back, I pulled away to help him out of the toy since he was soft now and his legs were shaking. I jumped off the bed to make room for him to lay down. He sighed as he got on his bed, his pants pulled up again to cover himself as he rested and I left his room to clean the toy in a lazy way so that I could set it to the side for now and clean it properly for him later. I set it to dry on top of his dresser.

“This is weird, right?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s weird. Do you?”

“No. I thought you’d think it was weird.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re my best friend. And we just… You know…”

“It’s only weird if you think it’s weird, Izuku.” I rolled onto the tall bed to snuggle up with him. “I liked it.”

He shimmied down so that he could be the smaller spoon in our embrace, so that he could hug my torso and I could kiss the top of his head. “I liked it, too,” he admitted while hiding his face in my shirt.

“Good.” I kissed his hair and let my lips stay there. “I’m glad.”

Now it was time for us to finally rest before our midterm tomorrow. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to think about anything besides him now, but... There was always after the midterm.

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moonstruckloverwritings · 1 year

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What would dating Sean Diaz (LiS 2) include? :0 if you wanna do that one! I bet he’d use a lot of Spanish nicknames for female s/o LOL

Dating Sean Diaz Would Include..

Authors note: I was definitely planning to do lots of life is strange posts so no worries! And you’re completely right on that one. He definitely would! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Sean’s song to Reader:

Intro:

Ok so I think Sean would be very chill and at the same time very open and gentle in his way of loving someone.

Some things depend on if when you’re dating it’s before the events of Seattle or after. Or if you’re with them and seeing his character development for yourself.

I do think he would be very protective no matter which version of that is.

He’d want to be there in every way. If it’s protecting you from someone or something else or even from your own thoughts. Cause let’s be honest we all have our moments when we aren’t as kind to ourselves as we should be. And he’d be right there! Hence the song

Would most definitely call you “Mi vida” meaning “My life”

Before the incident:

If you’re dating before the events of Seattle then I see so many movie nights with popcorn and snuggly blankets. Daniel would always want to be right in the middle 😁 Sean would try to send him away unless you told him different. Sean’s dad, Esteban, would walk by making teasing comments every so often but all in good fun.

If you guys went to parties he’s definitely the show off type when it comes to you. Introducing you to everyone that talks to him. You’ll probably never really talk to these people again after the party and he knows that, it’s just a way for him to say “I love this person and no one else!” to people so they don’t get any ideas.

100% loves to draw you. You are his muse whether you realize he’s drawing you or not. (You know he’s drawing you but he doesn’t always know that you know. He thinks it’s genuine when you pretend to be surprised as he hands it to you.)

Laying on his bed sharing earbuds and listening to the music in silence is something he loves to do because just being in each other’s presence is special to him. He loves spending any kind of time with you.

After the incident:

Now if you’re dating him during/after the incident/journey to the boarder, he’s a bit different.

His protectiveness is a lot more heightened. Nothing will get past him when it comes to you or Daniel.

And as much as their dad is still their dad, he has taken on some kind of parental figure over Daniel so it would make sense that you both took on those roles.

Talking with each other about what’s the best plan of action when it comes to Daniel is a frequent conversation. Talking with you about wether they should go to their grandparents for medicine for Daniel was a big one.

You both are pretty much in a rush trying to survive and get to Mexico that it put a pause on your relationship. You were still together but there was now things that were more important and you didn’t really think about other things. That was until you both were able to settle down at the farm.

Things at the farm weren’t completely perfect but you both had the chance to feel normal again. Or at least as much as you could.

Coffee in the mornings, swimming at the lake, cuddling at the campfire with the others, playing that pirate ship game that Daniel says he out grew is a normal routine for you guys.

Also I just feel like he loves kissing your forehead/the top of your head. He does it very frequently.

He’s also a big hand holder. If you’re walking and let go of his hand, he is offended! ☝️

“What are you doing? Give me back your hand.” 🤝 “good, now let’s go.”

All in all, he’s very sweet and loves you greatly. He’d do anything for you and Daniel. Whatever it takes.

#headcanon #x reader #x y/n #x you #spotify #headcanons #life is strange #life is strange 2 #Sean #sean diaz #dating #include #would include #dating would include #protective

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Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 6: To Someone From A Warm Climate

Summary: Y/n and Azula get to know each other.

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated)

A/N: Hey hey hey guess who is not dead! My family flew in to come visit my sister and I in college, so I spent last weekend with them. There’s also a lot of crazy shit going on with the protest on my specific college campus, and I’ve been very hard on myself this week for not being productive, but when you’re in the middle of a debate over the lives of thousands of people, it’s hard to worry about the assignments and silly little fanfic you’re writing. Nevertheless, this chapter is here today, albeit a short one but I swear, shit is about to get so interesting.

Word Count: 686

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol.

Warnings !: None I think.

The post game dinner had gone about as well as it could have. Yeah, maybe it was a little awkward, but for the most part, everyone had a good time. Toph was easily able to power through the tournament, giving the University team a trophy for their first game of the season. You almost wished that the weekend had been longer to process the information you learned on Friday.

The image of Zuko and Azula’s eyes flashed in your mind. It feels obvious that the two are siblings now. If their eyes weren’t enough, their black hair and intense aura should have given it away. As you take a seat in your shared sociology class, you notice Azula take the seat next to you once again. You catch her attention with a small smile.

“How was your weekend?”

“Oh, you know, just another thrilling weekend of staying in my dorm and avoiding all human contact.”

You raised your eyebrows, nodding in mock awe, “Riveting stuff.” Azula smirked, letting a puff of air out through her nostrils.

“Did you manage to do something less boring with whatever freaks you hang out with?”

“Yes, I did.” Before you could have a chance to elaborate, your professor began to start their lesson for the day.

After your first week, this routine began getting stale. Every class period you sat through the lecture, worked with a partner, got lectured some more, and then worked on your own. Although, the unofficial assigned seats had worked in your favor, because then you got to know more about Azula, who had promptly started to sit next to you since your first meeting.

“Interesting lesson, huh?” you venture, hoping to start up another hushed conversation.

Azula’s response is sharp and right in character for how much you know.

“Yes. So interesting that I’m trying not to fall asleep from the sheer excitement of it all. Yay social class!” You quietly chuckle in response.

“I mean there’s definitely meaning to it. Agna Qel’a is the most technologically advanced place in the Northern Water Tribe. When my family moved there for my mother’s work, it was a complete culture shock. Sedna, where I’m from, is a small city. There’s a saying that goes, ‘Take care of the land, and it will take care of you in return.’ But Agna Qel’a is magnificent, and it’s where the chief's royal palace is. It’s modern and gorgeous, but expensive.”

Azula pursed her lips, trying to sort out her own thoughts.

“Our capital city is similar, but probably way more grandiose. That’s how we do things in the Fire Nation. Opulence, and luxury, but mostly concerned with ourselves and no other nations. They’re practically irrelevant.”

“What was it like growing up?”

“The Fire Nation is warm, and never really changes as far as seasons go. Sun-kissed lands and a long, honorable history. My father owns a very large company. Agni Kai enterprises does its business around the world. Before, my brother was the one who was being groomed to take over for my father once he retired, but he chose not to. After he left, then it was all on me.”

Agni Kai Enterprises was no joke. You knew that they owned many smaller companies, and had stakes nearly everywhere in the world. From what you could remember, Agna Qel’a had several complexes owned by someone involved in Agni Kai Enterprises.

“You have a brother?” you asked, but you already knew the answer.

“His name is Zuko. Haven’t seen him since I was 10, and he was 12.”

Learning this new piece of information, your mouth dropped open. Eight whole years have gone by since the two have seen each other. No wonder Zuko had to ask Mai and Ty Lee questions. At this point, there was no avoiding it.

“I know Zuko. He’s in my other class.” Azula’s head turned so fast you thought she could’ve gotten whiplash. The look in her eyes was indistinguishable, except for the usual fiery gaze.

Azula pursed her lips and squinted, her jaw was tense. You were sure that if she clenched any harder than she would break her teeth off. “Well that’s…interesting. I assume that he and my uncle are still living above that tea shop, right? It’s been ages. Perhaps I should make the effort to go visit my dear Zuzu.”

#arsonist's lullabye #writermai05 #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko x reader #zuko x reader #aang #atla #atla live action #atla netflix #college au #modern au #katara #sokka #atla suki #toph #atla azula

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Tw syscourse heavy, transRAMCOA & RAMCOA mentions, transCSA mentions, transProgrammer/transProgrammed mentions. Again HEAVY syscourse. Not happy about all of this so it’ll probably come out strong (I don’t mean it strongly just in annoyance).

Every time I pop up and just look through Tumblr, the horror stories of endos and whatever other non-traumatized “system” really irks me. That and these “transRAMCOA” assholes.

The endos first. All endos want to say is that they’re invalid to claim they have a trauma disorder without trauma. That literally goes against itself in a single statement. “I have a trauma disorder but I have no trauma.” You are quite literally contradicting yourself in the same sentence.

“But what if they don’t remember their trauma?!” If they aren’t sure of being plural and won’t do genuine research and say, “hey, my symptoms line up with this and I realize that this term isn’t what I am” then that’s a big iffy. I know some people always want anti endos to be “endo neutral” but nah. Fuck that. I’ve seen so many other blogs comment about how endogenics send them anonymous asks to say rude and mean things completely.

“But why do you believe those?” Because the ones that aren’t truly being victimized will always go and hound someone’s ass because they’ve been called out. I’ve never seen one person that was truly dealing with OSDDID comment to someone else wanting them to go harm themselves because they got called fake and invalid, I’ve seen a majority breakdown. Ourselves included.

I’m surprised with my standing about not receiving any anonymous messages telling us things, but I feel like the last time we said anything about it, we did say we’d post the ask any way and just mock. Hell, we enjoy vicious mockery (heavy D&D need).

But on the topic of transRAMCOA, transProgrammer, transProgrammed, transCSA.

All of you are twats. Complete and utter assholes. And I’ll stand by that. True survivors have a very little space to be able to go to and to find a community. And I thought here would be fine but no.

You REALLY don’t want genuine torture to happen to you. I don’t want to get into the parts of it that we can comment on. But what the fuck? Why must all of you say shit like “I want this to happen to me!” “I want to do this to people!” “I want to be this!” “I should have experienced this!”

What does that do to genuine survivors? Endogenics and their supporters are already making it hard for genuine systems to get a diagnosis and not a lot of licensed professionals are following the dissociative disorders due to TikTok trends. What do you think you’re all doing to genuine RAMCOA/OEA survivors? You’re taking away the little things we genuinely have and that’s messed the fuck up.

No one should have to go through shit like that, let alone children. It’s completely and utterly mad that adults and children want to wish this something like that happened. And if you’re a minor, please stay safe. Stop saying shit like that before you genuinely do get hurt because it will happen. The internet is fucking crazy. It’s not a bad thing to practice internet safety before it’s too late.

I know we spill our guts here on this blog but I’d rather someone be able to relate to the things I spew than have to out themselves and have a target on their back.

But this whole tirade of bullshit like this (it is bullshit), I can’t support anyone who says something like that.

Sure, they might not remember their trauma, but they’re associating with a term against our dni. And I won’t support them with that term anywhere.

That’s just our thoughts on the matter. And I’m not happy about the things I’ve seen recently. Stop being jealous and romanticizing someone else’s trauma. It’s disgusting.

#syscourse #heavy syscourse #tw syscourse #tw ramcoa mention #tw transRAMCOA mention #tw transCSA mention #tw transProgrammed/transProgrammer mention #mainly just a whole tw post #dni endos #endos dni #proendos dni #dni proendos #dni transramcoa #transramcoa dni #dni transid

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Prettiest painting- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend caught you off guard when he sneakily dragged you inside an unfamiliar building.

Warnings: 18+!! Smut follows. Minors do not interact! Cursing. Unprotected sex (don’t try this at home) p in v. All that comes with sex.. I never know what to put on here. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

Word count: pls don’t make me count lol

A.N: besties. . first time writing actual smut. I’m shy to even post. probably not too great. Shout out to @zavithorpe ; their writings are actually insane and make me blush while picturing puppy xavier. probably my fav account on here. Anyways, enjoy fangirlies 🧚🏼‍♀️

“Xavier, where are we going?” You asked tightening your grip around his enormous hands.

Your lover scolded you, "Stop asking so many questions and just wait," in a harsh whisper. On a school night, you weren't meant to be leaving your dorm room this late. You managed to sneak into Xavier's room, which was terrible enough, but now he has you sneaking into some random building. Was he trying to suspend the two of you?

Before looking around, the lanky boy retrieved a key from his coat pocket and opened the building's door. Who would be awake at 12:45 a.m on a Tuesday? You had so many concerns, yet you chose to keep them to yourself rather than share them with your carefree boyfriend. As you two walked into the dim room together, the heavy door squeaked. The door closed behind you with a loud slam while it was still completely dark. Xavier managed to find the light switch and you were stunned as to where you two were.

“Does this answer your question?” He asked. He brought you into town to visit the art gallery? at nearly one in the morning? You perplexedly turned to glance around.

“It answers one of the many I have,”

Your obsession with knowing every last detail made him giggle. He loved many things about you, and that was one of them.

“Well, I thought it'd be fun to have the place to ourselves,” he said. "Just you, me, and some art," Xavier walked into the open space extending his arms out.

Truthfully, you’ve never done anything like this before so your heart was racing. Your body started to become tense. “How did you even get the keys?” You questioned crossing your arms while scanning your surroundings out of concern that someone could see you two.

“Remember how Tyler destroyed my mural last year?” The fact that he would ask Tyler - of all people - for a favor made you realize that this might be important for him. “I asked him for a favor — to swipe the keys from the owner.” But the expression on your face stayed the same. You were looking at him as if began to lose his mind.

“Relax, pumpkin. I'll give the keys back in the morning.” He gave you a soft kiss on the nose and chuckled, "Lighten up and do something bad for once." He then started to approach the closest painting. You took a deep breath and once more looked around. It was a lovely place, one you’ve never been to before. You were aware that Xavier would never put you in a position where you’d get in trouble. As you started to move in the direction of your boyfriend, you decided to leave your anxieties behind.

With each artwork, you two took your time inspecting. They were all so distinctive from one another. You would occasionally glance up at your giant boyfriend, and the look in his eyes would make you melt. It matched the way he would stare at you whenever you were going on about your day. He was truly in his element.

As the two of you entered the back room, a large canvas covered in a variety of colors was hanging from the wall. He was explaining the painting to you; he was such a nerd for this sort of thing. You were listening closely when you suddenly felt the urge to touch him. He was constantly teaching you new things and was so brilliant that you couldn't help but find it irresistible.

Without thinking twice, you placed your lips against his. He wasn’t expecting it but kissed you back after adjusting himself. A few seconds later, the kiss became more intense. His hands were exploring your body before firmly landing on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You laughed at what he did, but a familiar sensation between your thighs also surfaced. That game allows for two players, you reasoned. Your hand released his face on one side and started moving down toward his clothed dick slowly. He grew larger in your palm as you stroked the area over his sweatpants. You ignored his cries of desperation and kept playing with his bulge.

Your boyfriend seemed hesitant about the thought of getting sexual in an art gallery, you could tell. “do something bad for once” you whispered his exact words back at him before planting your lips on his neck. Sucking at the spot near his ear, you knew made him weak.

Xavier's finger lifted your head and planted his lips on yours again. His tongue caressed yours for a while before he pulled back and began whispering in between breaths.

“Can-can I fuck you? Right now?” He inquired in a barely audible manner, almost as if he wasn’t even sure himself.

You’ve never fucked your boyfriend in public- or anyone for that matter. But you didn't think twice about it because all you wanted was to feel Xavier. You offered him a small smile as you glanced up at him through your eyelashes and untied the knot on his sweatpants. His demeanor changed to one of excitement with a hint of hunger.

He again leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss. Making out with the sole intention of tasting one another. You managed to liberate his red and swollen cock out of the confinement of his sweatpants. To your amazement- he had nothing under. What a slut, you thought. You started stroking his length with the help of his precum to tug at his dick easily. His mouth was spewing gentle groans that were so desperate. Despite the fact that you knew he wanted to feel your warm cunt around him, you decided to quicken the pace around his cock because you simply enjoyed teasing him. He was able to utter a quick "Plea-please." He stopped kissing you due to the pleasure he was receiving from you becoming too overwhelming.

He chose to instead let his eyes close and his head fall back. He was caught off guard when he felt your wet tongue on his tip. He gazed down at you and found you already looking up at him. He reverted to his former stance with his head facing the ceiling and mumbled behind gritted teeth, "Fuck, don't look at me like that unless you want me to bust right now.” You started bobbing your head in the pace you knew your boyfriend enjoyed. He jerked his hips into you and began aiding your already wide mouth in taking in his entire dick before his hands managed to grip the back of you head- holding a fistful of hair. His pelvis was in contact with your nose. The more nosies your mouth made, the louder Xavier became.

He interrupted your fun by demanding, "Get up," yet you did as he ordered. He led you to the closest bench and forced you to sit down. Finding yourself giggling at how quickly he removed your underwear and tossed it to the side. Shivers ran down your spine when the temperature on your lower body adjusted. However, when Xavier's tongue licked the bundle of nerves at your center, you arched your back almost instantly.

You uttered "Wa- wait xavi," feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were in the middle of the art exhibition. He didn’t care. Xavier desired you at this very moment and was going to taste you no matter what. He couldn’t even think clearly as he is so fucking turned on that this is happening in front of the eyes of many paintings. You can tell by the way he begins to lick you—he looked like a man who hasn't eaten in years. He looks up at you and starts flicking his tongue in your fluttering hole. He enjoyed watching you convulse at how he was dragging his tongue over your wet pussy. Knowing only he could get you this way.

“Oh fuck, Xav- fuck," you exhale as one of your hands rushes to grab his hair and lightly tug at it.

“You thought you could tease me like that and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” As he brought two fingers to the opening of your hole, he chucked. While skilfully pounding into your fluttering hole as you grow closer and closer to the brink, he ignores your whimpers and begins sucking on the swollen nub with all of his might. As if your hips weren't already close enough to his mouth, you moved them closer.

You managed to warn him, "I'm- I'm close."

That signaled him to completely lay you down and ram his already-hard cock into you. He hissed at how tight you were. Your back was on the cold, hard bench now and he was hovering over you. By the time his free hand—the one not wrapped around your neck—reaches your leaking pussy, he has complete control over your body and you had no complaints. His thrusts became faster and sloppier, drawing circles around your swollen clit. Your and Xavier's audible groans, together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, filled the room.

A cocky smile would emerge on his face when you no longer could hold his name in, and he would periodically gaze down at you to watch how your cunt swallows his entire dick.

"You're so fucking gorgeous. I love seeing you like this.” The knot in your stomach grew stronger when you heard these words "You're mine, tell me you're mine." You exhaled, "I'm yours, Xavier, I'm all yours," while gazing intensely into his emerald eyes that reminded you of home.

Your encouragement caused him to throw his head back and deliver uncoordinated thrusts. As your partner struggled on top of you, you began to appreciate how incredibly sexy he looked. How he fucked you so passionately yet like you were his own personal whore. Your breathing grows unsteady and your pussy tightens around his cock. You urge Xavier not to stop as you continue to pursue your high. He continues to fuck you slowly through your climax but quickens his pace as soon as you stop shaking as he anticipates busting in a matter of seconds. He is driven insane by the mere sight of watching you unravel under him.

The only warning he could muster was "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm com-" before he stuffed you full of his milky white cum. His juices fill your walls while his lips are slight parted and his brows are furrowed. Silky brown hair strands stuck onto his face by the stream of sweat. Fuck, he was so perfect, you thought.

You found your way into Xavier’s arms as the two of you take a few minutes to regulate your breathing. You laughed at the stupid expression on his face, it was as though he was seeing stars. He looked up and scanned your naked body laying next to him as he came down from his high.

“Ya know, you’re prettier than any art in here,”

Your cheeks began to burn up at his heart-warming words, and you knew then that he was going to be yours forever.

A.N: not me needing to be up in two hours to head to the airport. this idea had to be written out before my tiny little brain forgot so it was worth it. imagine fucking thorpe boy in an art gallery 🥺 crying

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

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Snippet Saturday

[13Jan2024]

This is from one of the posted one shots in my Kinktober collection.

"You were my first."

[Astarion's bite scene]

[[tw/cw: cptsd, blood]]

“Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” he carefully asked with a flourish of his hand.

Vistri raised her brows.

“I only need a taste,” he cajoled, “I swear.”

The pounding in her ears started up again. He offered a thrill she’d never tried before. A vampire. People usually didn’t come back from one of those bites, did they? It was never only just a taste, was it?

“Fine. But not a drop more than you need,” she agreed despite her best intentions.

Astarion sounded a bit shocked, “Really? I—Of course.”

The fact that even he was surprised Vistri said yes was a red flag she was fully aware of. She was very aware. If magic whispered under her skin, self-destructive impulses shouted through it.

“Not one drop more,” he promised, elation breaking through his measured voice.

It would be the ultimate moment of truth. Vistri was either someone important enough to spare, or this would be her final night. Astarion would either take only as much as she gave or use her up completely. It was a true test of value, who they were to each other and who they were as people.

Astarion still couldn’t believe she said yes; that it had been that easy. No one had ever known him for what he was and offered themselves anyway. Maybe he didn’t have to get rid of her after all. Maybe he didn’t want to.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion said smoothly, inviting her back to her bedroll with a gesture.

She glared at him and mumbled as she settled down, “Could have started out this way if you weren’t such a bitch since that boar.”

“I was not!—You’re ruining the atmosphere now, darling.”

“Atmosphere? We’re in the dirt trying not to wake our companions who are also in the dirt.”

Astarion raised a brow, “Bit more premium than the mud, at least. Now lay back.”

They were going to try this again, with her permission this time. Vistri laid back in her bedroll fully prepared for death. She knew her worth and was ready to surrender to it.

Dirt.

Vistri was dirt. Whatever was about to happen validated that, and it excited her enough to feel something as much as it choked her.

“I’ll haunt you,” she said.

“What?”

“If you kill me. I’ll haunt you.”

“Right.”

As Astarion crawled over Vistri, all he could think was, finally. The pulse in her throat called to him, reaching towards his. It was a completely brand-new ecstasy, and he kept waiting for someone to snatch it away before he could have a taste.

He let out a low groan, almost a growl, waiting for her signal.

Vistri tried to blink away the warmth that spread over her as he hovered above her. It wouldn’t go away. She gave up and closed her eyes, making a silent bet with herself.

“Go on.”

Astarion lunged forward and pierced her neck so fast it was like the punctuation to her sentence.

She knew there would be pain. It was quick and sharp before it throbbed into numbness. Vistri felt her life and his flow through her. Her heart and lungs fought helplessly as she gave herself to him.

Astarion longed painfully for a moment like this his entire undeath, and it was better than he could have imagined. Her dragon blood was cool on his tongue, like frosted cream. The silver scales on her face had piqued his curiosity, he’d wondered how she tasted. Now that he had her, he was lost.

Vistri had anticipated teeth, not mouth. His fangs were only there for puncture. The rest of it was all lips and tongue and throat. He swallowed her down.

She should probably stop him.

Probably.

Or she could let him continue. Give in entirely until she was all gone…

Astarion never wanted to stop. All performance was put aside; the only thing remaining was his cursed nature. His tongue eagerly lapped up the blood against her neck.

Vistri couldn’t tell if there was something narcotic in his bite, or if that was just…

Gods, please don’t let that just be him.

She felt her knees shiver, and almost let Astarion have his way.

Then another thought suddenly shouted above all the others. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. He’d said he trusted her, and if that wasn’t a lie, then perhaps he meant for her to stop him before he lost them both.

“That’s enough,” she reluctantly sighed.

Her voice reached Astarion through the dreamy fog.

“Mhh?” he moaned, yes?

He was still lapping her up as he answered. His question broke over her skin. Vistri twitched and he must have taken that for pain.

“Oh, of course,” Astarion excused, tearing himself away.

Vistri felt a chill as his body left hers. Her heart was still pounding.

They stood across from each other wanting more.

“That—” Astarion’s words faltered, overcome by ecstatic satisfaction and lingering bloodlust.

Her stomach flipped at the sight of him. His new vigor was palpable, and a genuine smile spread over his lips.

“That was…” he smelled and tasted the mess she left on his face, sucking his fingers clean, “Amazing.”

Either her stomach had flown to her chest, or her heart flipped this time.

“My mind is finally clear,” he continued, “I feel strong. I feel…. Happy!”

That was the first time Vistri ever saw Astarion take a deep breath. His shoulders naturally sat lower than she thought they did.

She wanted to taste him right back, “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”

“Shouldn’t take long,” Astarion smirked, “So many people need killing.”

And Vistri wasn’t one of them.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he bowed, “You’re invigorating, but I need something more filing.”

“Wait!” Vistri called out as he strutted off into the forest.

Astarion turned around and found her at his heel.

“Um,” she gestured at her face, “You have…”

“What?”

She shyly reached for his mouth. Astarion jumped slightly at her touch but allowed her to wipe her finger along the corner of his grin.

“Little bit of blood,” she muttered, and cleared her throat.

Astarion had to stop himself from grabbing her finger and licking it clean.

“Oh,” he said, “My, my. I have made a mess, haven’t I?”

Vistri put on a smirk, “Nothing that takes more than a little wipe.”

“Right. Well—”

She was standing so close. He could still sense her pulse, smell the blood clotting on her neck. Vistri was looking at him with such a mix of emotion that it made her a riddle. Why didn’t she kill him? Why did she let him do that?

Astarion’s eyes travelled from her neck to her lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her throat, he found himself curious about all her other parts.

“Off you go!” Vistri playfully pushed him towards the trees.

He obliged but turned back once more to thank her, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dare let you,” she smirked.

He returned it, then left Vistri alone with her aching neck. She could still feel his mouth on her skin, and her breathing hadn’t yet stilled. She shut her eyes, willing the wanting to go away. If it was kind, it would just go away.

The woods were full of treasure, but they felt empty. Nothing could compare to the fine, exquisite vintage of her. Astarion told himself it was just the dragon blood. It wasn’t tied to Vistri at all.

It couldn’t be.

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jerzwriter · 8 months

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In a Pickle

Thank you to @kyra75 for this ask. Of course, I went over 100 words, but it is less than a thousand! 😊 I had fun with this, thank you for the request!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 983 Summary: Spend a typical Wednesday night with Tobias and (a very pregnant) Casey as they snuggle up to watch one of their favorite television shows, Abbott Elementary. A/N: I HC that Tobias & Casey are big Abbot fans, and it's pretty funny because the season two finale aired on April 19th of this year, which is the day before little Sammy Carrick was born. So I think it's officially part of their lore that Casey insists the reason she gave birth a tiny bit early was because of her frustration with the show. lol Participating in @choicesprompts Flufftober event, prompt: "I want to take care of you" and @choicesoctober, favorite ship (Tobias & Casey). I hope you enjoy this!

“Tobias!” Casey yelled from the couch. “It’s about to start!”

“I’m coming!” He hollered from the kitchen, quickly placing the last of their food on a serving tray.

This had become their Wednesday night ritual: couch, cuddles, snacks, and Abbott Elementary. But as Casey’s pregnancy progressed, Tobias insisted on taking over snack duty so she could get a little extra rest. She fought it at first. She was perfectly capable of helping, after all, but as time marched on and their little-one-to-be continued to suck the life out of her, she was more than happy to let her husband spoil her. He entered the living room and placed a tray before her with a flourish.

“Here you go!” He beamed. “French toast sticks, crispy around the edges with powdered sugar and maple syrup on the side.”

She looked up with a smile. “You’re really spoiling me, Dr. Carrick.”

“Nonsense. I want to take care of you. I should probably be doing more. Just ask my Mom.”

“Well, I’m about to make her a grandmother... a miracle she never thought she'd live to see. She’d be here spoiling me herself if she wasn’t busy building a shrine to me in her backyard.”

Tobias laughed heartily as he sat down beside his wife. “Don’t joke. There was construction going on in her yard the last time we talked, and I don’t know what it was.”

“If we visit and there’s a bronze likeness of me in the yard, I’m never going to DC again.”

Casey happily snuggled up under his arm as the show started, but it wasn’t long before she blurted out in frustration.

“I swear to God, if Janine and Gregory don’t get together soon, I am going to scream!”

“It is annoying,” Tobias concurred. “But Gregory just got dumped by Amber. It’ll take some time.”

Casey rolled her eyes as she awkwardly reached for another French toast stick, shoving it in her mouth before she replied.

“He newver shoulda been wiwth Amber,” she mumbled.

“Care to repeat that in English, princess,” he teased.

“You know what I said. He doesn’t need a mourning period for Amber; he belongs with Janine. You know it, I know it, they know it...everyone knows it. And when you know something’s right... when you know you found the one... you go for it. You don’t delay.”

Casey was so engrossed in the show that she didn’t notice Tobias's sarcastic grin until she began eyeing his snack.

“What?” she asked in response.

“Say that again.”

“Uhm... when you know you found the one... you go for it? You don’t delay?”

“Like we did?”

“Tobias, it’s not the same thing.”

“It’s exactly the same thing. We were head over heels for each other, walking around stealing kisses and telling everyone... including ourselves... ‘Oh, no! We’re just friends.’”

“But it didn’t last that long. It was what, three, four months?”

“Four months, two weeks, and three days,” he replied instantly.

“But who was counting,” Casey laughed. “In fairness, you knew you were in love with me for that long. I was a little slower to come around. For me, it was probably three months.”

“Three months?” He snickered.

“Yeah, three months.”

“So you didn’t exactly go for it without delay.”

Casey’s mouth opened, but she had no retort as Tobias stared smugly in her direction.

“Shut up,” she said, grabbing a few chips and guac from his plate.

“You’re stealing my snack in retaliation for me being right?” He chuckled.

“Part of your snack,” she said with disgust as she watched him bite into a crunchy Gerkin. “You’re eating pickles?”

“What’s wrong with pickles?” He shrugged.

“Nothing, except you’re pairing it with guac and chips.”

“Uh, look who’s talking! You’re grabbing my guac after devouring your French toast.”

“I know...I know... you’d prefer it if I was grabbing your pickle,” she winked.

“Well, now that you mention it,” he leered as Casey returned to his side in a fit of giggles.

“Come to think of it, I saw you eating pickles with your breakfast today.... and with lunch yesterday... and they didn’t go with your meals then either. Tobias?” she asked, sitting up with mock astonishment. “Are you pregnant? Your cravings are stranger than mine.”

“Look,” he sighed. “I assumed you’d be craving pickles... I thought that was the norm. So I bought a ton of them when we were at that food festival, and, well, you haven’t wanted them.”

“So that’s why you decided to pair them with your Cheerios or your spaghetti and meatballs?”

“Don’t mock me,” he smiled. “What to Expect When Your Wife’s Expecting explicitly said I may have sympathy symptoms... so I guess I’m having sympathy cravings.”

Casey’s eyes twinkled as she threw Tobias a smirk just before stealing the pickle from in front of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Grabbing your pickle! I figured that would make you happy.”

“Different pickle, dear,” he laughed as he leaned over her and peppered her with kisses. When they finally came up for air, Casey saw the credits were already rolling on their show.

“Oh no! We missed the end! Now we don’t know if Janine and Gregory finally got together.”

“They didn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t... I just figured she’ll make him wait three months, ya know.”

Casey playfully shoved him away as she pressed rewind.

“Well, I’m curious,” she said. “But honestly, I don’t care if they got together.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope,” she said, reaching over to kiss him. “As long as we're together, it’s all good.”

Tobias held her close, rubbing her belly with one hand as he kissed the side of her neck.

“And you better believe we're together,” he smiled. “You’re stuck with me for life.”

“Good,” she grinned, her hand joining his on top of her bump. “The two of us wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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sophieinwonderland · 11 months

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Someone Having A Disorder Doesn't Make Them Qualified to Educate About That Disorder

Let me be clear: I believe that any person with a disability or mental condition has the ability and right to speak about that condition, and that their own personal experiences should be trusted and believed.

When this becomes dicey is when these individuals think simply having a condition makes them an expert in it, and that they are an absolute authority in all of its presentations.

This came up recently when debating a singlet who made a post stating endogenic plurality wasn't real. Their attempts at "debunking" studies into endogenic systems showed desperation to prove their point, ignoring the opinions of actual psychologists and psychiatrists. Most of their post was misinformation based on a single Carrd. The sources they cited never even claimed what they said they did.

That blog talks about a lot of disorders and I said in my response to them that I don't think other people should put their trust in them on matters of other disabilities they talk about like autism.

The problem with this user and others like them is that they want to be seen as an expert and are presenting themselves as such. And I'm sure they do know more about autism than plurality, having it themselves. But I'm also sure that they're going to make broad assumptions based on their own experiences and try to apply that to everyone with ASD when you can't do that, and they'll present those assumptions as facts.

I am not saying to not trust them as a member of an endogenic systems.

I am saying to not trust them as a member of a system diagnosed with ASD ourselves. I do not believe people like this are trustworthy sources of information for my disorder, nor any other disorder.

All of this was before their reply, which only solidified my earlier opinions, and then some.

This is one of those posts that is just so bad that I need to break it down piece by piece.

It's not unethical to be part of a demographic you're studying. People with ASD can study ASD. DID systems can study people with DID. Muslims can study Muslims. Native Americans can study Native Americans. And Tulpamancers can study tulpamancers. Being a tulpamancer does not invalidate the study in and of itself.

This was why I gave the Varieties of Tulpa Experiences study that they ignored. It is true that the study they're referring to, Tulpas and Mental Health, was written by a tulpamancer. This was the source they initially tried to "debunk." Furthermore, what they didn't mention is that the journal it was published in is less reputable than others, and the author was a student rather than an actual expert. This is why I don't often cite that one as an example of evidence of endogenic plurality.

In contrast, Varieties of Tulpa Experiences was written by a psychiatry professor at McGill University and was published by the highly esteemed Oxford University Press. There is zero question as to the Journal's credibility or the experience of the author.

Transabled people identify as having disabilities. No, tulpamancers and other non-disordered plurals are not, by definition, transabled. We are multiple, but we do not have DID or OSDD.

And for the record, I actually have studied plurality. I'm not formally educated in psychology or psychiatry and would never pretend to be an expert in such, but I'm confident I've read more papers about different presentations of plurality than this singlet who only cites Carrds and blogs as sources.

I also know the difference between neuroscience and psychology... And maybe this is a petty point, but the fact that all their posts claim to be about neuroscience while focusing mostly on psychology and psychiatry is another huge red flag that they probably don't know as much as they pretend to.

Now, to the big one...

If you're trying to be a leader on mental health topics, don't be so blatantly ableist!

If you place the worth of a person on how "intelligent" or "competent" they are, perhaps you shouldn't be in communities for people with mental illnesses and disabilities at all.

These are extremely harmful and gross comments.

What you (readers) should take away from this: Take all advice on Tumblr with a grain of salt.

Yes, even on this blog. Be skeptical. Ask questions. Think critically. Double check people's claims when you can.

Don't blindly assume that just because someone has a disorder, like Autism, that they must be an expert in that disorder and that they'll be able to answer all your questions. Trust their own experiences. But have a healthy doubt of any broader claims they can't source.

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