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chaussetteblanche · 5 months

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Training with Luke

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader summary : the evolution of luke training you with a sword word count : 1.3k warnings : none

When you had agreed to Luke trying to teach you how to use a sword, this wasn't what you had been expecting at all. You'd warned him about your inability. Many before him had tried to teach you, but you had never managed to even swing the weapon properly. You had come to the conclusion that swords were your mortal enemy and that you would for sure die at the hand of one.

"Pshh, I don't believe that for one second, you just haven't found the right teacher, doll." Luke had scoffed one sunny afternoon, after you'd confided in him your inability to wield his favourite weapon. You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder. "Careful, I think your ego may be inflating." He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no, but come on, I'm serious." Luke turned to you, angling his head to the side and giving you a soft smile. "Please let me try to teach you. I won't promise anything, you certainly won't be able to beat me, but maybe you can learn the basics without cutting a finger off." You pursed your lips as you thought. After weighing the pros and cons, you finally conceded with a sigh. "Fine, you and your modesty have convinced me." He rolled his eyes. You continued. "But you have to promise to go easy on me." "I promise, pretty girl."

And that is how you found yourself all geared up and very groggy on this Saturday morning. You wiped some of the sleep out of your eyes and yawned once again. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow on the arena you both stood in. Luke, who stood a few meters away from you, crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why are you so tired anyway?" "Because... I don't know if you remember, but there was a party last night and I-" "Oh, yes, I remember very well. You and Clarisse were on fire, dancing and singing, or should I say shrieking, and pouring everybody more drinks." He chuckled as he remembered the night before, which had only been a few hours ago. He'd been there, of course, he always came to parties, but he'd barely drank anything and had left pretty early. Unlike you. He had claimed he had to train in the morning, and you hadn't realised that had included you until this morning, when he'd come to wake you up. "How dare you. I'll have you know that some Apollo kids have asked me if I'm really sure that I am not one of them, considering my musical talents are extraordinary." You lied, feigning offence. "Yeah, right, that's likely." He snorted. "Anyway, enough chit-chat, get into stance."

You did as you were told, placing one foot ahead and the angling the other slightly outward. Luke circled you, eyes trained to your body. He gently tapped your shoulders, reminding you to keep them straight. You moved them immediately. "Good girl," he praised. You bit back a smile, your stomach flipping.

"Okay, now I'm going to come at you, okay? I'll go easy on you, just like you asked," he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his words, which you knew had an underlying meaning. "Just do it, Castellan." You readied yourself. He nodded once and bolted forward. Before you could register anything or react, you were on the ground with Luke's sword at your neck and a dull pain in your ass. You coughed as dust raised around you. "You know you're supposed to block, right?" he asked, lifting his sword and moving the blade out of your way. He held out his hand, chuckling. "You ass." You took his hand and let him help you up. You rubbed your bum with your free hand. "That was not going easy on me!" "You have to trust me, I really was. If I hadn't I would have done this." Before you could even reply, Luke had kicked your legs out from beneath you and lightly kneeled over your chest, making sure not to hurt you. "I hate you," you spat. "Get off me." You pushed at his legs and sat up. You knew your cheeks were red and you hated yourself for it. You pouted as you looked up at him.

"You see? It's no use. I'm no good with a sword and you can't change that." You folded your arms over your chest, very aware that you probably looked like a disgruntled child. "Darling, don't give up just yet." Luke gently pulled you up by the elbow and picked your sword up off the ground. He wiped some dirt off your cheek. "I'm sorry, that was mean. But don't give up yet! We can still try offence!" You huffed as you took your sword. "Fine. But stop calling me pet names." You didn't actually want him to stop, but if you wanted to take this seriously, he had to stop distracting you.

"If you manage to beat me, I'll stop," he bargained. "That's hardly fair," you sighed as you got into stance and raised your sword. He only shrugged. "C'mon, hit me with your best shot."

Over the weeks, you surprisingly got better at fighting with a sword. You stopped only using your customary bow and arrow and started carrying around a sword, much to the surprise of everyone who knew you. Training with Luke had not only made you better, it had also brought you two closer together. You'd been good friends since you'd arrived at camp, a few months after he did, but you had never spent as much time together as you did now. And such proximity made you question what you felt for him.

You met him one afternoon for training, feeling frustrated. Since you'd got up that morning, everything had gone awry. You'd got assigned shitty chores, had had to break up a fight between two new campers and in the midst had suffered a bird attack. Needless to say, you were looking forward to releasing some anger. But Luke was acting strange.

"Quit going easy on me," you grumbled as you helped him to his feet after knocking him to the ground for the third time. "I'm not going easy on you." He shook his head, frowning slightly. "Yes, you are. Stop it." You glared at him. "I'm not-" You lifted your sword and kicked him in the chest. He didn't even block and fell over once more. You'd never seen his camp shirt so covered in dirt.

"Stop bullshitting me, Castellan." You raised your sword and pointed the blade at his throat. "Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop," he grumbled. He rolled his eyes and pushed your blade away before lifting his hand for you to take. You slapped his hand with the flat of your blade and pointed your sword back at his neck. He frowned. "You're not getting away that easy." "Hey, doll, c'mon-" "No." He sighed and threw his head back, exposing his neck and the coloured beads hanging from it. Your eyes were drawn to his soft exposed skin but your focused again, clearing your throat. "Come on, get up. By yourself." "You asked for it."

He swung his legs across your ankles, making you yelp and fall to the ground. And before you could reach for your sword which had slipped out of your grasp, he had pinned you down by the wrists. "Am I going easy on ya now, darling?" You grimaced and squirmed but the hold he had on your wrists would not budge. And with him straddling your hips, you couldn't move your legs. You looked up at him and saw the coloured beads you knew so well swinging above your face. You swallowed. "No, you're not." "Are you happy?" "I'll be happy when you stop being such a smug ass, Castellan." His laughter was music to your ears.

#percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x y/n

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luveline · 2 years

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since roan likes to copy eddie she starts calling y/n sweetheart or other pet names bc that’s what eddie calls her <3

little bit of hurt/comfort here <3 single dad eddie x fem!reader

"Daddy, where are we?" Roan asks, trying to work out their location from the little bit of window she can see through. Her sun visor makes it difficult work.

"We," he says, grabbing the side of his chair with two hands to see her in the backseat, "are outside Y/N's job."

"Is she having dinner?" With us, she means to say.

"Yes she is." Eddie checks out the window to see if you're coming. You're not, so he turns his serious face on Roan and starts with a gentle tone, "You know... when Teddy lost his ear? And you had to be very careful with him until I could get Uncle Wayne to sew him up?"

She squints, confused. "Yeah."

"Well-" Eddie smiles softly. "Y/N isn't feeling the best. So I just want you to be as nice to her as you can be until she feels better."

"Is Uncle Wayne fixing her?"

Eddie's voice raises an octave. "No, he's not. I'm gonna try my best, alright?"

"Why does she feel bad?"

He peeks out the window and sees you leave your building. "I- It's a grown up thing, baby." It's lots of grown up things, piling on and weighing heavy. You don't like to talk about it. Eddie's just gonna have to show you how much he cares.

Eddie pops open the door and waves. "Hey," he calls.

You look up. Your downtrodden frown quirks into an abrupt smile. "Eddie?"

"Hey."

You pick up your pace. He can't walk too far from the car while Roan's still inside to meet you, but he receives you with open arms.

"Oh my god, I missed you," you say. The relief in your voice turns his heart, has him clutching you tighter.

"I missed you," he says, cheek pressed to your cheek, hand scrubbing down your back. "I'm glad I caught you. Think you can clear a space in your busy schedule to come for dinner?"

"Is my favourite girl gonna be there?" you ask.

He encourages your head back to kiss your cheek. You love affection, you live for it, so he tries to make it a good one, and he strokes your cheek as he pulls away. He doesn't bother answering your question because it's rhetorical, Roan's always with him.

"Is she sleeping?" you ask.

Eddie climbs back into the driver's side and gestures for you to do what you want to do.

You open Roan's car door. "Hi, princess," you greet immediately, thrilled at her smart clothes and her hair in two low pony tails either side of her face. "It's so good to see you. I've missed you!"

"Missed you too," Roan says.

Eddie beams and turns his key. He knows the power of Roan's loving words against a bad mood.

The engine starts and the radio flickers to life, his music occluding your happy laugh. "Can I give you a kiss?" you ask fondly.

Roan pouts and holds her head up agreeably for you to kiss her on the cheek. She kisses you in turn.

Your smile is magnetic as you close her door and round to the passenger seat.

"So, what's for dinner?" you ask, closing the door behind you.

Dinner tonight is your favourite because Eddie's got game. He gets you home and bundles you and Roan on the sofa with the thickest throw blanket he owns, pulls off both of your shoes and gets you something to drink. Roan snuggles into your side and grins at Eddie's approving smile. He winks. She winks back clumsily.

When he's finally got a bowl of food in all your laps he sits down on your left side. You're hesitant at first but eventually you sink into him and he wraps and arm around your shoulder, content to eat one handed if this is what you need today.

"This is really good," you praise, chewing with your hand over your mouth.

He'd tried very, very hard. "No biggie. Whipped it up for you easy this morning. Working on a Saturday, that isn't permanent, is it?"

You sigh forlornly. "God, I hope not. I'm so sick of-" Your words dry up.

You pet Roan's shoulder like you've remembered she's there.

She looks up with a fork halfway to her mouth and everything on it falls off.

"Doesn't matter," you say with a snort, reaching around her to wipe a stripe of sauce from her cheek.

"It does matter, sweetheart," he says softly. "Of course it does."

You shrug it off. "It's okay, Eddie, really. It's fine." You slink down in your seat and smile at him all wobbly.

"Let me get you another drink," he says. He gets up, gives your shoulder a good squeeze as he goes.

Roan watches him leave. As soon as he's out of sight she thrusts her bowl to the side and untucks her small legs from the blanket.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

Roan's young, but she can tell you're not feeling good all on her own. Her dad's warning in mind, she stands up tall and drapes herself against your shoulder, hands vying for your face. She props her short fingers under your eye and strokes a wonky line. Your eyes fall to her, perplexed.

"What are you doing?" you murmur.

"Daddy said you're sick," she says, frowning at you. "Like Teddy when he lost his ear."

You blink at her. "I'm not sick, baby. Don't worry."

"You look," — Roan readjusts her hugging, hands in the collar of your work shirt — "sad."

You shake your head at her urgently. "No, no. I'm alright, Roan, I'm super happy. You know I'm always happy when I'm with you and daddy, cos you're so awesome," you say, poking her chest.

Roan doesn't believe you, though she likes you and loves you anyways. She wraps her arms around your neck and rubs her forehead into your jaw.

"Roan," you say quietly.

"Don't be sad, sweetheart," Roan says.

You giggle. "What did you say?"

Roan cuddles you and doesn't repeat herself.

"What did you say, baby?" you ask, arm wrapping around her back.

"Don't be sad, sweetheart."

You laugh again and hug her with a great big harrumph of breath, your squeezing arms startling an infectious baby-like giggle from her. You pull her up into your chest and lift your head until you're face to face, brushing that sweet lone curl out of her eyes as you say, "I guess I can't be when you tell me so nicely! Aw, Roan, you're my favourite little girl on this whole planet-" You're praising her in a near breathless rush. "The whole universe."

"I second that!" Eddie says as he returns, three cups pressed to his chest. He smiles, totally clueless. "What did I miss?"

"I made her better, daddy," Roan says easily, pride coming off of her in waves. Her curls tickle your nose as she turns in your arms to goad at him. "'Cos you took too long."

You beam widen your eyes. "Way too long," you repeat teasingly.

He has the good graces to look bashful. "You did? Thank you. I was getting 'round to it, I promise."

You nod at him. Yes, he was.

When Roan turns back to you, you shake your head. "All you, princess."

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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Succession Preference: Their Marriage Proposal

Requested: hey!! i looove your succession preferences!! can you please do some about the roy siblings asking/reacting to a marriage proposal, moving in with reader, something like that? thanks :) - anon

A/N: Hi my love!! Thank you so much!!! You're a sweetheart!!! I picked proposal, I just couldn't resist!!! It's just too cute of an idea!!! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

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Connor has been planning this forever. From the moment he met you he knew you were the one. He fills the house with roses of every color and hires and band to play. He gets the biggest diamond he can get and your favorite wine. When you walk in the house after a long day, you're sorta bombarded by classical music. Connor's down on one knee, telling you all the reasons why he loves you, why he fell for you. You're not expecting it at all. He would have asked on a beach in Italy or Spain, but that would have taken longer and he just couldn't wait. He's got a photographer taking pictures, too. Of course you say yes, yes, a thousand times yes! He hugs you so tight you can barely breathe. Connor never thought he'd feel as loved as you make him feel. No one in his life ever gave him the thought or time or anything. You proved him wrong: that he is a loveable person. Now you'll get to spend the rest of your lives together.

Kendall, why isn't babygirl allowed to be this happy all the time he asks you to marry him when you're both in bed after a long night of drinking and partying. You're covered in glitter, too tipsy to get out of your party clothes. He's all smiles and giggles. When he asks you, you pinch him lightly. Don't joke like that, you say. You've been dating forever, it feels like. You'd love to marry him. He knows how you feel. Suddenly, he gets this very serious look about him, almost sober. I'm not joking, I mean it. Marry me. You look at him, the room spinning. You laugh, trying to figure out if this is real or not. He would never joke about anything like this. He's serious. Of course, you answer. He doesn't have a ring or anything, but he kisses you anyway, hard, tasting of booze. When you wake up in the morning, wondering if it was even real, he can't stop referring to himself as your husband. He gets a ring and asks again properly, but only you two are aware of the first time he actually asks you to marry him.

Shiv asks you not-so-romantically over the phone. She's weighed the pros and cons. You're already living together, you share everything. Why not? You don't love how analytically she's looked at this, at your love, but you say yes regardless. When you hang up you can't stop smiling. You and your Shivy, forever? It didn't seem real. When you get home from work she's got a bottle of wine and a little black box waiting for you. She admits maybe that wasn't the best way to go about it, that she'd like a redo. Will you marry her? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Shiv can't believe it. She thought Tom would be it. That she'd be stuck in that loveless entrapment for the rest of her life. But then she found you, the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with. You call everyone you know, wanting to brag that you're going to be a Roy, that you're lucky enough to call Shiv your wife. She knows what her family will say of course, that only Connor will the excited, so she makes a note to tell everyone tomorrow. For now, it stays between you and the people who will be excited for you.

Roman doesn't ask you, he more tells you he thinks you should get married. One night when you're both getting ready for a party. You're fixing his cufflinks when he says it like it's no big deal. We should get married. You look at him, wondering where all of this is coming from. I, I don't- it's not- if you don't want to. . . Rome, of course I do, I just didn't think you wanted to. From under the sink he pulls out a little box. Here, it's fuckin- if you want it- I don't know. You cup his face, making sure he's looking at you and really listening. Roman Roy, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. He gets quiet after that, like he can't believe it. Really, he can't. He's not sure why he asked now, when you're already running late and needed to be at Shiv's by ten, it just came out. He's had the ring for weeks, checking on it every so often just to make sure it's real, that it's still there. He's not very romantic or affectionate, it just sort of happens.

#requested #preference #connor roy #connor roy headcanon #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy headcanon #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy headcanon #roman roy x reader #succession #succession headcanon #succession x reader

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m1dnyt3-w0lf · 30 days

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Blazing Meeting Part 2

Ghostrider x Farmer!F!Reader

Part 1

Summary: Johnny is closed off, leaving you to wonder what is going on with him

You didn't know you had fallen asleep until you felt someone nudging at your arm. You opened your eyes to immediately meet those of the daredevil. Oh gods, he was so close. He was…You shot up, shocked he was standing in front of you.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” Johnny said. He held a plate of food in front of you. Just some eggs, hash browns, and sausage. The smell had your mouth watering. “I made breakfast.”

“Where did you go last night?” You asked after finding your voice and taking the plate of food. Johnny froze.

After discovering him gone, you stayed in the guest house. You sat on the sofa to wait for him to return. You, obviously, fell asleep before he did.

“I, uh, went to do some thinking.” He said, putting on the most serious face he could muster. You arched an eyebrow.

“And did riding your motorcycle and lighting my pasture on fire help you think?” There was venom in your words that made Johnny wince.

“Listen, I can explain-”

“Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn't lie.”

“Then how the hell did you get that bike going if it had no gas?!” You demanded. Johnny’s jaw set. He seemed to be weighing his options with the way his eyes flicked between spaces on the floor and shined with nervousness.

“I…you'll think I'm crazy if I told you.” He said, finally looking at you. You stared into those intense blue eyes before breaking away.

“Ugh, fine, don't tell me.” You huffed, finally digging into the breakfast Johnny had handed you earlier. He looked taken aback.

“You don't want to know?” You shook your head, swallowing.

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Man this is good. I didn't think a superstar knew how to cook.” You said through a mouthful. Johnny simply looked exasperated.

“Thanks,” he said quickly. “Why don't you want to know?” You halted and looked up at him, fork halfway to your mouth. You sighed and set your fork down as you looked at him more fully.

“When someone starts with ‘you'll think I'm crazy’ it's almost always a lie. Besides, when you've lived alone for as long as I have, you learn to care less about other people.” You say bluntly.

“Well…I mean, yeah, but…” He seemed to be at a loss for words. You watched with a small smile, eating your food. It really was good.

“Huh. Alright.” He looked at you for a moment, the very act making your cheeks burn.

“What time is it?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from the feelings that started to swirl in your heart.

“It’s, uh,” he checked his watch, “ten a.m.”

“What?!” Your eyes bulged out of your sockets as your fork fell with a clatter. Johnny jumped.

“Is everything alright?” He asked as he watched you grab your fork and start shoveling eggs into your mouth. “Slow down, you'll choke!”

“Did you eat?” You asked him through a mouthful, ignoring his question.

“What?” You swallowed and asked your question again. “Oh, yeah, yeah, I did.”

“Good, we leave as soon as I'm dressed.”

“Really?”

“You want to make it to town before nightfall, don't you?” He didn't argue with that.

“Does this thing have air conditioning?”

“Nope.”

“You're kidding.”

“Wish I was. I can't afford to get it fixed.” Silence.

“I'm paying for this damn thing to be fixed.”

That was the first thing you both had said to each other since the start of the car ride. It was nothing but pure silence, save for the jostling of the old truck and the motorcycle in the back. Johnny tried to play music, but considering you were in the middle of nowhere, no radio stations broadcasted out there. You purse your lips as the silence settles thickly and practically choked out all the air.

“So, how did the bike have fuel?” You asked finally.

“What?” Johnny asked, calling out over the wind roaring through the open windows.

“I said, ‘how did the bike have fuel?’” You repeated louder.

“Oh, I guess it just did.” He said, avoiding the question. You purse your lips, but don't press further. You could tell he was hiding something. You didn't know what, but it had to be something. Maybe he did commit those murders?

Silence befell you both once more. You weren't sure what to talk about, and it seemed Johnny didn't either. You worried your bottom lip, wondering if the silence was welcomed or not. If you should say something or not. Should you try humming?

Who the fuck hums? You thought to yourself.

“How long have you been farming?” Thank goodness your inner torment didn't last long.

“I'd have to say shy of twenty years? I started back when I was sixteen.”

“Wow, so that makes you…” You gave him a side glance, and he had the courtesy to keep quiet. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, that makes me thirty-six.” And only a couple years younger than you.

“Ah.” The awkward silence that fell after was palpable. Neither of you made another effort at conversation.

Due to the late start to your travels, you didn't reach the town until sunset. Johnny was getting increasingly antsy the closer nightfall came. He constantly asked ‘how much farther until the town,’ ‘how much farther until the hotel,’ and ‘will these hotel people hurry up?!’ Needless to say, neither of you had sighed a breath of relief until you both had received your room keys.

“We can go get that gas filled up after we put our things in our rooms.” You told him as you both entered the elevator.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” He started to trail off as he scratched the back of his neck. You immediately shot him a glare.

“What about it?” Your eyes narrowed, and your nostrils flared. Johnny had the proper sense to not meet your eye.

“Listen, we've been on the road for hours, we should get some rest and leave tomorrow.” He tried.

“I'm not tired.”

“Well, I am.”

“You didn't even drive!”

“You can still get tired from traveling!”

“You just sat there in silence!”

“I got tired of you!” The screaming match halted. For some reason, you felt your heart fall to your feet. Johnny's anger was quick to subside.

“I didn't mean-” The elevator doors opened with a ding!, allowing you to run out of the previously enclosed space and away from him. Johnny was left alone, absolutely dumbfounded.

You slammed your room door behind you. A frustrated grunt tore out of your throat as you threw your duffle bag to an armchair in the room. You were thankful you had the forethought to pack for the trip.

A blessing in disguise, you suppose.

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hinatastinygiant · 10 months

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1 | Seeds of Destiny

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

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You flopped onto your bed, exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders. Kagaya Ubuyashiki's monotonous lectures always left you drained, even if they were meant to inspire and motivate you. The importance of the demon slayer corps was undeniable, but sometimes, you wished for a break from the constant weight of responsibility.

Just as your eyes began to droop, your phone pierces through the silence with an incoming call. Mitsuri's name flashes on the screen, and you muster up enough energy to answer.

"Hey, Mitsuri. Is everything alright?" you answer, your voice laced with weariness.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm throwing a party at my place tonight. You have to come!" Mitsuri's voice bubbles with enthusiasm.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling the fatigue in your bones. "I appreciate the invitation, Mitsuri, but I'm really tired. I think I'll pass this time."

Mitsuri giggles mischievously. "Oh, come on! Don't be a party pooper. It's going to be so much fun! And guess what? Everyone is staying over! So, grab your comfy clothes and bring your toothbrush. It's a sleepover!"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Everyone? Are you serious? You really want them all in one place for the whole night..."

Mitsuri's voice then becomes more playful. "Yep! And who knows? Maybe it's the perfect chance for you to make your move on Shinazugawa."

You can't help but scoff at the suggestion. "Yeah, right. Like that's ever going to happen."

"Oh, you never know! Better be prepared just in case. Anyway, get ready because someone will come to pick you up in about an hour," she giggles over the phone.

Panic surges through your body as you realize the limited time you have to prepare. "Wait, Mitsuri! An hour? That's barely enough time-"

But before you can finish your sentence, Mitsuri hangs up, leaving you with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. You jump off your bed, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you scramble to get everything in order.

You put your headphones on, drowning out the world with music as you pack your bag. Lost in your own world, dancing and singing along, you don't hear the knock on your front door. In fact, you don't notice anything until your bedroom door creaks open, and a familiar voice startles you.

"I'm guessing you're not ready yet," Sanemi says in his usual gruff tone, leaning against the door frame, looking amused when he sees the startled look on your face.

You hastily take your headphones out and turn to face him, slightly flustered. "Shinazugawa! You can't just come into a girl's house without knocking! It's basic courtesy."

Sanemi shrugs casually, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I did knock. You just didn't hear it."

You cross your arms, refusing to let him off the hook. "That's not an excuse. You should wait for permission, regardless."

He raises an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Mitsuri called you about the party, right? Are you going?"

You let out a chuckle, busying yourself with packing. "What does it look like? I'm getting ready to go right now."

Sanemi's gaze lingers on you, assessing your appearance. "You need to get ready? But you look fine."

Your face heats up, and you try to brush off his comment. "Well, I still have a few things to do. It's not like I woke up prepared for this. She pretty much just called me. But I'm actually surprised you're going too. I didn't really think parties were your thing."

Sanemi shrugs nonchalantly, his smirk turning into a half-smile. "Well, I won't be going. Not if you take so long. You don't want to keep people waiting, Y/N, especially me."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you retort, "Oh, please. Don't act like you're the most important person in the world. I'll be ready in no time."

With determination, you finish packing your things and sling your bag over your shoulder. Sanemi's gaze lingers on you, and he can't help but tease, "Just don't fall in love with me tonight, okay?"

You scoff, trying to hide the flutter in your heart. "Please, I've gone this long without falling for you. I'm pretty sure I can survive the next century."

He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But without much more to say, you both walk outside together, the cool evening air brushing against your skin.

Before getting into the car, you remind Sanemi, "Seriously though, don't just walk into a girl's house like that. I could have been in the shower or something."

He shrugs, a nonchalant grin on his face. "So what? It's not like you have anything to hide."

"What?!" you nearly choke on your own saliva.

"We see each other every day," he shrugs. "I know pretty much everything you do. It's not like you've got some secret double life," he then clarifies.

The comment strikes a nerve, and anger flares within you. "Respect and privacy matter, Shinazugawa. It's basic courtesy. Even if we do know each other."

Unfazed, he leads you to his car, a sleek white vehicle parked nearby. It's stylish and elegant, with a touch of sophistication. The sight of it leaves you impressed.

"Nice car. I didn't know you had one," you remark, appreciating the clean design.

Sanemi smirks, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Eh, it's relatively new. Can't stand having to depend on others all the damn time to get places, you know?"

As you and Sanemi near Mitsuri's house, a mischievous glint sparks in his eyes. "You know, when I saw you earlier today, it looked like you were about to fall asleep while talking to the old man," he smirks.

Heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassment washing over you. "Were you watching me?" you ask, trying to hide your mortification.

Sanemi chuckles, a playful tone in his voice. "Nah, just happened to pass by. But I couldn't help but notice you were nearly ready to drown yourself in the lake."

You huff a mixture of irritation and amusement. "Thanks for the concern, but I was just tired. No need to make it sound so dramatic."

Sanemi flashes a teasing grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, you know I'm always here to save you from your perilous nap adventures."

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. And then finally, you arrive outside Mitsuri's house. If there's one thing worse than having all Mitsuri's friends in one place, it's being alone with Sanemi and all that awkward tension and you can't wait to relieve yourself from the lesser of the two evils.

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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howdy ! i've never been matched up before and saw you were doing them so i'm curious to know who you'd match me with ^-^

i think i'm supposed to give a little description of myself first right ? Here i go

i'd say i'm a really stubborn person who doesn't care about others opinions and walk by my own rhythm but my anxiety has kept me from doing so and made me really shy and introverted , if i asked a friend to describe me they'd probably say anger issues (i've been getting better from them and that makes me really proud) and that i'm a people pleaser, i like helping others even when ik they wouldn't do the same for me ( don't put me in the same room as azul cus ik he'll scam me 😭) my hobbies consist of drawing and listening to music , i really like to try my hand at any type of arts and crafts but if I don't get if right the first time i'll probably give up on it 😅

okay so relationship wise i'm looking for someone extroverted who will make time for me and communicate with me , i'm tired of introverted boys who don't put any effort and don't communicate and just let me do all the work . i just want someone who i feel comfortable with , who ik i can joke with without walking on eggshells around them , someone who can be my bedt friend and lover , I mostly show affection through teasing and joking since i have a hard time talking about my feelings .

for the additional information: i'm an Aries sun , Leo moon , and Sagittarius rising and i'm an intp if that helps

sorry this ended up being way too long and clearly i talked as if i was at a therapy session but i hope you don't mind and find time to do my request,if not please just ignore this 😅

I AM HONOURED TO WRITE YOUR FIRST MATCH-UP! *shoots self-love at you* Oh, here he is!

Kalim Al-Asim

Before everything else, he’s your friend. There to support you in his optimistic, sunshiney, well, Kalim, way. Even before ~da romance~ he is very forward with his feelings and would casually say, “I love you!” But one day everything just came together and he realized that yes, he loves you, and not in a friend way!

Yeah, the two of you are both people-pleasers, but through some growth together, you can both put your foot down and assert yourselves! Kalim will be there to reassure you in anxious situations as well. But he likes seeing you walk to the rhythm of your own drum.

He would giggle and tease you back, albeit his teasing is very lighthearted. He takes the joking like a champ, and you need not to worry about walking on eggshells around him.

Kalim is an open book, he may be busy, but he’ll set aside time for you… or just ditch his duties :D Why would he want to discuss silk prices when he could hang out with his favourite person?!

Even though he would be super excited to see what you created in your sketchbook, he also respects your boundaries. He may ask, but he won’t push. He is your number one supporter though. You don’t like it? Well, Kalim thinks it’s lovely!

Speaking of art, if he so happens to overhear that you want some high end supplies, well, you are now set for life! Kalim would also make you some drawings, or add a post it note on your sketchbook. “This is STUNNING! But not as stunning as you! :D ”

Impromptu dance party! He likes listening to music with you, be it just sitting quietly and moving his head to the rhythm with you, or dancing about and laughing. He would also invite you along to Light Music Club if you ever wanted to see him perform. “This one is for you, my sweet bee!” *queue drum solo*

He would also be there, and be more serious if you wanted to tell him something; be it something small that was bugging you, or something heavy that was weighing you down. He may be cheerful, but he knows when something is on your mind.

"You know, I'm always here if you want to talk, sweet bee."

Hope you like your match-up, Melice! Also, it's an honour to write your first one!

Yes, he calls you his sweet bee; people may think you're "angry" but he just sees a sweet friend trying to live their life. Plus, he also took note that you like the lil fuzzy pollinators, so you are now Sweet Bee!

#twst match ups #dove does match ups #kalim al-asim #melice!#kalim; sweet bee!!!! :D <3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART TAKE THE COMPLIMENTS #mutuals <3 #you best be asleep at the time i'm posting this; i know your time zone melice

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maladaptive-jcb · 9 months

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Chapter 11: Newfound Love

Jamie x female!reader

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 10 if you missed it

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I rush to the door as soon as I hear the first knock.

"I'm here! Are you in there?" His voice muffled on the other side.

"I'm coming," I yell back while scrambling to unlock the door.

The door opens to Adrian standing in front of me. His shoulders and glasses are glistening with raindrops from the drizzle outside. Although his glasses are smudged, the look of concern in his eyes is evident.

The walls I put up crumbles immediately and I fall towards him for a hug. He rubs my back when he hears my silent sobs.

"It's alright, tell me what happens," he says.

I pull away from the hug and wipe my tears. "Come in, let's sit."

We make our way to my couch and we talk through the hours until midnight passed. Adrian listens attentively, nodding and providing constant reassurance the whole night as I tell him everything that happened between me and Jamie. Especially the fight.

"I just can't believe he would do this. I really thought we were going strong, you know?" I sniffle as I pull another tissue from the box Adrian brought. "Like, we were so attuned to each other and we tell each other everything. Now it just feels like my thoughts aren't important anymore," I confess, feeling hurt.

"I get it. Changes in relationships is always so difficult. You think you guys have it together and the next, nothing feels real anymore," he expresses.

I give a quick disheartened laugh. "Relationship... I don't even know what we are to be honest."

Adrian shifts himself in his seat and says, "Whatever you guys are, I still think he really cares about you though, y/n."

"I don't know, Adrian," I shake my head.

"He came to the class today, didn't he? You said he had other stuff to do beforehand but he did show up," he reminds me. "Not to mention, all the support he gave you."

My mind goes back to the image of his face, supportive and genuinely smiling from the corner of the class.

"I guess so," my heart softens at the thought. Yet, I quickly shake my head again trying to reiterate my viewpoint. "But that doesn't mean what he did wasn't wrong. He should've talked to me first," I protest.

"Of course, you're right. A decision like that should be communicated and made together," Adrian agrees. "But do you really think he did that to hurt you on purpose?"

"I don't know. I don't think so," I admit, my voice tinged with a mixture of longing and frustration.

"I really think you should hear what he has to say first. Give him a chance," Adrian tries to convince me.

"I don't know if I can. What if he decides that he doesn't want me weighing him down anymore? What if he chooses his music over me," my emotions well up causing more tears to fall.

"What if he was scared of losing you too? What if that was the reason he was trying to hide the decision from you?" Adrian's voice gentle, proposing a new perspective.

"Well, you don't know that," I sigh, resting my head against the couch.

"Neither do you," Adrian places his hand on my shoulder, "Y/n, there's still time for you guys to talk about this."

For a moment, I stay silent. I try to process my emotions and the situation with Jamie after the conversation with Adrian. Adrian has opened up a lot of possibilities that could happen through his wisdom and reassurances. Will I still have a chance to fix things up with Jamie?

"You've fallen for him, haven't you?" Adrian asks again, breaking the silence. His gaze is steady.

"What, you mean like, in love? I never said that," I blurt out in defense.

"Oh my sweet y/n... You didn't have to. Anyone can see it," he says, raising his eyebrows. "So, have you? Fallen for him?"

I dab my eyes up with more tissues. Squinting at Adrian at his attempt to be humorous even in serious moments. I think of a witty response, something to playfully deflect his question, but my words falter. Despite my efforts, silence hangs in the air as I struggle to form a coherent response.

Adrian now grabs both of my hands in his. "You should tell him," he urges.

A sense of clarity begins to form within me. It becomes clear that our priorities were skewed because neither of us truly understood our feelings for each other. Jamie has every right to prioritize his passion, but he also needs to know where I stand emotionally. This realization starts dawning on me and I feel determined to turn things around.

But just as I decided to commit to this decision, my heart sinks once again. "I'm scared," I admit, the weight of choice heavy in my chest. My hands tremble in Adrian's grasp, making him hold them tighter, offering reassurance through his grip.

"Y/N," Adrian's voice is gentle but firm, "Jamie is not Aaron. You know that."

His words cut through the fear and doubt. He's right. Despite the disagreement and the anger that fractured our connection, I still know Jamie. He holds a special place in my heart and that's what truly matters.

"Adrian, I need one more favour," my voice trembles.

"Of course. What is it?"

"I need you to drive me."

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"Are you sure I don't have to wait?" Adrian asks as I stand outside Jamie's apartment building. The sky has cleared up but the cold air still makes me shiver.

"I'll be fine. It'll be a long talk and it's late. If there's anything I need, I have you on speed dial," I wave my phone up to convince him.

"Alright, I'll leave once I see you walk into the building. You go ahead."

I nod and walk towards the entrance door and buzz for Jamie.

Nothing.

Concerned, I turn back to Adrian who looks just as puzzled, to where I respond with a helpless shrug. I reach to buzz for the second time but stop as I hear his voice.

"Who is it?" His voice tired and weak. My heart leaps into my throat, feeling the nerves suddenly hitting me hard.

"Hey, it's me. Can you let me in?" I respond back.

There's a bit of silence for a while that the pounding of my heart becomes louder in my eardrums. Please. Please let me in.

"It's open. You can come up," he says finally.

I sigh a sound of relief. I reach for the building door and wave to Adrian, signalling him that everything is all good. His expression shows relief and he waves back before he drives off.

The elevator ride feels longer than usual, my restlessness growing more apparent. Despite having all the time to think in the wait, I still have no idea what to say. Now standing in front of his door, I exhale. With a shaky hand, I knock on Jamie's door.

The door opens and Jamie stands there, his figure towering over me looking tired and weary.

"Hey," he says softly.

"Hey. Sorry I woke you up, I really need to talk to you," keeping my voice steady.

"It's okay. I wasn't sleeping. Come in," he steps aside to let me in.

I step inside as he closes the door after me. The awkward tension between us is heavy. I find myself fidgeting still trying to figure out the right things to say.

I swallow the lump in my throat and finally opens my mouth but stops as Jamie try to utter a word at the same exact moment too. My cheeks feel hot as the awkwardness creeping in again.

Jamie raises his hand and say, "It's okay, you go ahead."

"Jamie, I-" I stutter yet trying to keep my voice steady, "I didn't mean to behave so poorly before. I want to apologize for storming off like that."

Jamie's gaze is weary, the hurt is still visible in him. "I know. Thank you for apologizing, y/n but... I understand that I hurt you too. I shouldn't have kept this for so long," he takes a step closer towards me, "I should've told you earlier."

I glance to the floor, not making eye contact.

"But, why didn't you? I was with you every day, you could've said something," my voice carries the hurt as I speak.

"Y/N, the only reason we were together is because of the studio. Because we were creating art together. What if-" his voice breaking as he stops but presses himself to continue, "What if you don't want to be with me anymore after I leave?"

My heart drops as I hear the words. I reach my hand out to his and move closer to where he stands. "Jamie, I can't believe you think that. The studio is where we met but I want to be with you because you're an amazing guy," I try to meet his gaze and a glimmer of hope begins to show in his eyes. "You make me laugh, you brighten up my day just for being there and you make me feel like I can finally be myself- even on my worst days. God, Jamie! I would hate my day if I never get to see you."

His tired eyes start twinkling and a smile curls up his lips. "Really? You mean that?"

"Every word."

"I'm sorry with the way I handled things. I promise I'll communicate better next time. I know I've hurt you and I don't want to do that again," he reassures me.

"Thank you. You really scared me, you know? I thought I was losing you to your music and I've became a distraction somehow and I-"

"Don't you say that. Don't you ever say that, y/n. You're so important to me you don't even know," he cuts me off, voice steady and clear.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I say weakly.

"No, I'm sorry for making you feel that way in the first place. I was foolish and insensitive," his gaze locks onto mine.

"Okay, Jamie. I forgive you," I say as emotions welling up on me. "And I really don't want to seem like I'm not supporting your music because I really do think you're talented. I do believe that you'll do great. I was just scared of losing you."

"Oh, y/n I'm so glad to hear that. You don't know how much this means to me. Thank you. And you will never lose me. I want nothing more but to be with you."

"I want to be with you too," I reach forward to embrace him. He responds by holding me closer and stroking my hair to comfort me.

"Hey, Jamie..." I say again as my nerves resurfacing. I try to calm myself by fiddling the material on Jamie's shirt, twisting my finger around in it.

"What is it?" He notices the change in my tone and meeting my gaze again.

"Jamie, I..." and with mustering up all the courage I have left, I finish my sentence. "I love you."

Jamie's eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment he doesn't say anything. "Really?" he finally says, his voice soft.

"Yes, I don't know when or how it happened, but it did," I say, feeling the heat creeping up to my cheeks.

Jamie stands there, his grin widening. Something about it is different now. It's as if he just found out that he won a lottery.

"Well, don't just stand there, say something!" Feeling a little tense and annoyed at him.

He starts giggling, "Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I love you too," he says, brushing a strand of hair off of my face.

A wave of relief washes over me, and I can't help but exhale a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

"I was so afraid you wouldn't feel the same way," I admit, my heart still racing.

His grin turns into a warm smile. "Believe me, I've been feeling the same way for a while now. I just didn't know how to tell you."

The heat rises to my cheeks even stronger. "Well, I guess I beat you to it," I give a small chuckle. "So what do we do now?"

"We'll see where this takes us. And we'll do it together," he voice firm but gentle.

"Together," I say, looking up at him. "Please don't ever scare me like that again."

"I promise. I'll show you in whatever I do to remind you that you're never a distraction to me, y/n. Your presence in my life is a gift, and I never want you to doubt that."

My heart feels full and I lean my face into his chest, finding comfort into his embrace. The weight of our conversation lifts off my shoulders, feeling glad that we took the chance to talk through our issues. He responds by pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

I finally let out a yawn. The exhaustion hitting me all at once. After everything, it's only now that I realize just how tired I am. My eyelids drooping heavier.

"It's late. Let's get some sleep. Come on, you can crash here tonight," Jamie suggests, noticing my exhaustion.

"Okay. Can you stay with me in bed again?" my voice soft as I take his hand leading me into the bedroom.

"Of course," he smiles.

He climbs onto the bed next to me after turning off the light and pulls the cover for both of us. I snuggle in closer to him and feeling my eyelids fall.

"Goodnight, love," he says as he gives me one last forehead kiss for the night.

I smile, even though he can't see it, the happiness and peace within me radiating out. We both feel it. The undeniable connection and mutual feelings that were finally expressed between us. It's an understanding that no words need to be spoken for. With the comfort, I let my eyelids grow heavy and drift into a peaceful sleep.

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I shift my body and turn, instinctively reaching my arm out only to realize that Jamie isn't beside me. I then notice Jamie across the room from the gentle glow of the filtered light illuminating through the curtains. My gaze follows him as he moves about, getting dressed. He slips off his shirt silently, his back turned to me. I can't help but admire the sight before me—his broad shoulders, the graceful curve of his spine, the beautifully toned muscles that define his back. It's a view I've seen before, but it feels different now. There's a newfound intimacy between us. He's not just a distant figure; he's someone I can now call mine, and that realization adds a layer of depth to everything I see.

After a couple of minutes of me gazing at him, Jamie finally seems to notice, probably catching my reflection in the mirror in front of him. "Hey, you're up," he says, turning towards me.

Taken aback, I feel my face heat up, realizing just how intently I've been staring. I quickly avert my gaze away from his eyes. "Yeah, I uh-" stumbling on my words.

"What's wrong, love?" He tilts his head in concern.

"Nothing, it's just..." My attempt to explain trails off as I find myself making full eye contact with the floor, feeling rather foolish.

Jamie seems to follow my gaze and then realizing him being shirtless as he looks down at himself. "Oh-" A soft chuckle escapes him as he seems to understand what's happening. He sits on the bed slowly and gently lifts my chin up to meet his gaze. "You know, you can look," he teases with mischief in his eyes.

My embarrassment only intensifies, and I feel like my face is burning up. Eventually, I finally find the courage to lock my eyes with his. "Really? It's not weird?"

"Not at all. I'm flattered," his gaze lowers to my lips.

A warm smile begins to form on my face, and I decide to act on the impulse. I close the inches of gap between our faces and presses my lips to his. Almost instantly, he responds to it and deepens the kiss. His hands slowly slide up to my neck and pulling it closer towards him. I lose myself with the sensation of his lips for a while and when we finally pull away, I feel breathless and dizzy with the newfound desire between us.

"Wow," he says.

"Yeah..." I breathe out. "I'm definitely awake now."

Jamie chuckles and reaches for a clean shirt, putting it on. "I'm gonna make us some coffee, love."

"Thanks," I smile. "And I love when you call me that by the way," I add.

"Oh, call you what?" he asks.

"Love," I say with a shy grin.

"Ah... that. You know, I only say what I feel. Plus, it suits you," he winks before heading to the kitchen. I hear the coffee machine works and Jamie's low humming with it. He sounds as beautiful as ever.

My heart swells. I know we still have a lot to work on, but this moment right here makes me realize that I don't want to give up what we have just yet. I won't let my past fear haunts me in my present anymore.

Chapter 12

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I told you guys it was gonna get better!

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Hi lovely. Fic request for a date night at the club with hinny and Ginny gets drunk? Just wanted to say keep up the great work and remember to take care of yourself! ❤️

You made me realise I wrote drunk Harry but forgot to post it 🙈 that one is also following in a bit.

Dance with me

Ginny had asked to go clubbing a few times. It wasn't really Harry's thing. He wasn't a good dancer and there were too many people in a room. Now seeing her on the dancefloor having fun, he knew it was absolutely worth it. They had danced together for a while and Harry had now sat down to catch his breath while Ginny went to get both of them more drinks.

Ginny returned with the drinks and sat down beside him.

"Not so bad, huh?" Ginny told him. Harry smiled.

"Dancing is not so bad when it's with you," Harry replied. Harry was wondering if she did not have enough to drink. They had about the same amount of alcohol but she weighed a lot less than him. He was going to comment on it when Ginny jumped up.

"I love this song!" she said, downing her drink so she could go dance. She pulled him up too and he followed her back onto the dancefloor.

After a few minutes Harry noticed she was swaying a little. He grabbed onto her arm and nodded off to the side. She smiled at him and put her arms around his waist instead.

"Let's get you some air," Harry said near her ear so she would hear it over the loud music. She shook her head but when he looked a bit more serious, she nodded. Harry took her hand and led her outside, so they didn't get split up.

Harry made sure she was safely seated before he sat down beside her. She looked at him with a vacant smile.

"You're pretty," she spoke, her fingers coming up to run over the back of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Let's head home," Harry suggested. It was quite late and she for sure had enough drinks.

"No, let's go for a while longer," she suggested. Harry realised she would not admit she had too much to drink.

"Actually I think I've had a bit too much to drink," Harry told her. Ginny's posture changed immediately.

"Of course then we can go home, Harry," she said, standing up, "I will apparate us then."

No, no. Bad idea.

"Love, I think I'm fine to apparate," Harry tried and he was very glad when she agreed.

They entered the apartment and Harry had barely closed the door or Ginny had slipped out of her dress, standing proudly in her bra and panties. Harry groaned because he knew what she was going to do next.

"Harry," she said, looking sensually at him. He looked away instead.

"Let's get you to the couch," Harry tried, walking that way.

"Oh, not even to the bedroom," she said and Harry was glad she was at least following. Harry waited until she was on the couch and offered her a blanket.

"Wait here," he said, getting up to get her a glass of water.

When he returned, Ginny's drunk mood had changed to his relief. She had wrapped the blanket around her and was now staring blankly at a picture frame that was on the table.

"I really miss him," she sighed emotionally. Harry handed her the water, she took it without looking up and took a sip.

He leaned down and noted the picture she was sighing over was in fact of him. He couldn't help but smile at her.

"Where did he go?" Harry asked curiously. She wrapped the blanket further around her.

"Well he's gone off to-" she stopped when she looked at him, "You're here!"

She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, smothering him with kisses.

"Yes, I'm here," Harry chuckled. Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

"I really missed you," she sighed again.

"So I've heard."

Harry sat down on the couch, Ginny still hugging him tightly. He sat there for a few minutes until she eventually dozed off.

He picked her up and carried her to their bed, tucking her in softly. Then he went and got her another glass of water and a Hangover Potion and put it on the nightstand. He was sure she was going to need it in the morning.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny Weasley #fic

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 29 / 31 * 2023 」

June 27, 2023

❝Anything you've gotta say, Ellie, you can say it. I promise your old man can handle it,❞ Marty says, giving his daughter the very same look he's given Doc time-and-time again when he was absolutely serious.

Ellie rolls her eyes. ❝All I said, Dad, was that you should probably sit down. Not that you'd have a heart attack or something. I've got news, that's all.❞

Marty's expression immediately sours as his mind leaps to worst-case scenarios. Trouble, he thinks, my baby girl's gotten herself into trouble, hasn't she? He can't help the way he worries and Ellie, upon catching sight of the shift in her father's expression, immediately frowns.

❝I didn't even tell you the news yet! At least wait before you start making faces like that!❞

Marty waves a hand. ❝Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just afraid you're about to tell me you're about to join some gang and you've already gotten bionic implants you haven't told me about.❞

Jen snickers at his side and Marty sputters. ❝Hey, it's not funny, Jen! You've seen what those things can do.❞

❝Oh Marty, relax.❞ Jen puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. ❝At least let her tell us the news before you start overreacting.❞

He huffs but says nothing else as Ellie mouths a silent thank you to her mother.

❝Now Dad, you remember Dan, right?❞

How could he forget?

He still remembers the day when Ellie, nineteen, brought him home for dinner and introduced him as her boyfriend, much to his dismay. Sure, he and Jen were high school sweethearts, deeply in love and already envisioning a future together at that age, but it was different with his daughter.

Daniel Locarno, a software engineer, with his hazel eyes, kind face, and short blonde hair, always looking at Ellie with that look in his eye, like she was the only person in the entire room.

He was a nice boy, all things considered. Never did anything to prove otherwise. Jen certainly liked him. Marty had no real issues with him.

❝I'm not senile yet, y'know.❞ Jen doesn't even try and hide her grin, nor does Ellie. ❝Of course I remember Dan; what's this got to do with him?❞

Ellie and Jen share a look that makes Marty deeply suspicious and he starts to suspect he should have heeded her warning and taken a seat when he had the chance.

❝Well❞—it's only now Marty notices that she's standing with her hands clasped behind her back like she's hiding something—❝I told you that we were going on holiday for about a week and a half.❞

To Denmark. He remembers.

Marty nods slowly, unsure if he really wants to hear the end of this story.

Ellie's eyes sparkle and dread drops a boulder in his stomach that could crush him. ❝Dad, Dan proposed! He asked me to marry him and I said yes. We're engaged!❞

She finally pulls her hands from her back to show off her ring and the diamond doesn't hold a candle to the size of the rock currently weighing Marty down. He tries to smile, but all he can feel are his eyes threatening to fall out of his head as he stares.

Jen beams, clasping her hands together in a show of excitement. ❝Honey, it's beautiful! And about time, too. You've been dating for six years now. Your father didn't work up the nerve to propose until '89, but when he did, oh, it was so romantic.❞

Marty waves his hands. ❝Wait, wait, wait! He didn't even ask me! Your dad gave me hell when I asked him for his blessing!❞

❝My dad was convinced I was making a mistake dating a musician whose music probably wasn't going to go anywhere. Don't you remember the look on his face when your band announced they were going on tour?❞

❝Yeah I remember, but that's not the point and you know it.❞

Jen clicks her tongue. ❝You know things are different now. It's been almost forty years since then.❞

Marty narrows his eyes as alarm bells blare in his mind. ❝You knew, didn't you?❞ Jen shrugs, but the unapologetic smile on her face gives her away. ❝And you didn't tell me! How long did you know this was happening?❞

❝Oh, probably since the end of last month.❞ Marty has to remind himself how to breathe. ❝You were out at the studio when Dan came by; he told me everything. I gave him our blessing.❞

I think I need to sit down after all.

❝So, have you decided a date yet?❞

#doctober 2023 #out of the two of them marty is definitely the more mother hen parent you can't tell me otherwise #they both love their kids so much but jen is like have fun but be smart/safe about it #and though you'd think marty would be that parent he's like 'my kids!!!' and worries #lets them live their lives of course but still worries a lot #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#i just wanted an excuse to write more dad marty and with ellie now being about twenty-five or so here #seems like a good time for this to happen

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ceadgearst · 9 months

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I'm trying to help myself (long verse, long poem)

Ceadgearst

TW: mentions of self harm, mental health issues

Idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk idk

decay

Where I stay

Watch me rot away in your face

I'm a waste I'm the waste

I stand on top of the world

With my favorite girl

And I twirl her around

There is music I can't hear a sound

Except for our heartbeats or maybe if she happens to speak

She gets me weak I feel so meek I rumble underneath

With my tongue inside her cheek

I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish

For what I had

I am glad but now I am sad

I am mad at myself for that gross negligence of wealth

Not in gold

but in good

I had everything I should

And I could've done more

So? Poor me

I weep in jealousy

I feel in envy of all I see

All the homies that don't talk to me

Sometimes I wonder what I could be if I never had to bleed

I wonder what it's like I think about it like a greed

I wish I was freed

But I'm always bound by something

But at the same time my wrists will remind me of the binds

Just like the pain in the back of my spine

Or my experiences uniquely mine

I wish I was fine

but I'm looking for a status quo that I don't actually know

I wish I could sit in the snow

And just lay there surrounded by a sea

That blends into me like light on a shadow

I'm glad though

that I've seen what I've seen sometimes because I can't mistake life for a dream

I see the cognation and the machine

The violence and the beauty seen

It makes me wanna scream because everything is a contradiction at it's seam

Do you dream?

Did you have a good dream?

I had a good one

We were basking in the sun

and we went to the lake and had a lot of fun

I can still taste your lips, the gloss, the caprisun

Did you think that I was done?

I'm only getting started

The way God drew you is the best art he ever did

I love you from head to shin

Beyond and in

When I look at you my future begins

I feel like you're my lucky girl at cards, when you're there I'm in

You came from the stars

I guess we all did but it's more apparent with you

it's true

there's something inside you stronger than glue

I feel the spirit in you and I just feel blessed by you

Ooo

I just love you

Delirious

I'm curious if I'm all that serious

Near to this thought is maybe that I'm not

if there was a shot

I would take it yeah not

My dad was named dot

and I hope he gets shot

He's everything I'm not and I'm actually pretty grateful cause he's a pretty hateful

guy I seen the devil in his eyes

Maybe I hope he dies

But part of me hopes he'll pull up to me with a burger and some fries

And say "sorry for all those years of lies"

But I would be too surprised so I'd probably expire and then my dad's engine would catch on fire

Me going somewhere and him going down

I don't know the fate of me the clown

There's others I can dam cause I know they're evil fucks

But when I weigh myself either way I don't feel enough

So maybe I'll just be a ghost or some stuff

That would be rough but it would be enough for me to read the newspaper

And ask all the questions about the tomorrow of later

I don't know, I'm rambling unstable

It's 3:48 it's pretty late but I gotta be up for some stuff around 7

I wish there was heaven but all I see is earth

The sky and it's girth

The sun in it's worth

The dirt the roots the earth's tooth

The rocks I tossed

like the stars when crossed

I lost my why somewhere down the line

so I confine myself to what I think is fine

This is mine

Cause there's nothing here

But empty fears and anxieties

Clothing stuck in the nineties

I smile kindly and then the memories remind me

Why I have no parents and I do my own arrends

Everyone talks to me how far it is to drive

When I walk everywhere just to keep alive

To get food to eat

A job to scorn

I get torn in half

And then I laugh like everyday

These emotions never stay

Just like the seasons I always change

But lately it feels like global warming isn't it strange

A flow of conscious I'm honest in what I think when I write with no ink simply sitting somewhere where I can think and breathe and talk to myself with ease

I've been alone for too long

I can't keep singing the song that's just wrong that hurts the ones I love but I just don't get it just because I think I do enough but I struggle to understand love

There is pain in something that'll you'll never read

There is life in every seed

That the crows pick up when they need to feed

October is my favorite month maybe just because I found my love then and that's enough

In my past years Octobers were so rough

But now with her I just feel so much love

I never want it to stop

But I don't want to scare her

Away

I want to keep her to stay

I want to lay with her all day

Pray to who you believe

The honest god, not the one that thieves

I feel the rain in my knees in my nose

The smell white people act like they don't know

The older I get the more I see my mom in my face

It makes me cry when I waste

huh

#poetry #original poem #poem

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thank you for your help! the main symptoms i wanted to ask about/things i feel are unshakably true even though i know theyre not: 1. there are dangers/monsters in the dark and if i don't sleep with every inch of me except my nose covered theyll get me 2. that my prayers and superstitious rituals actually impact the world and the safety of others (i am very anxious esp around cars and stuff, ive been in a few crashes out of my control) and 3. i hear like. talking and whispering in white noise (rain, applause, etc) but i can never parse whats being not-said. do you/your followers think i should talk to someone about psychosis or cptsd or ocd or? thank you sorry if this is too personal or long im just super nervous about bringing it up cuz i dont want people to think im "crazy"

(to be clear to anyone reading this ask first I was asked my opinion if anon is experiencing delusions and other psychosis symptoms)

thank you for sharing this! To me it does sound like you're experiencing delusions and hallucinations. I can relate to the auditory hallucinations a lot, a lot of my auditory hallucinations are voices in white noise or music in white noise/silence. When I was going through PPP I would hear my child crying.

I'm not great with the delineations between different psychotic diagnoses, but I also want to urge you to be careful and do your research before talking to someone about this more, because of how stigmatized psychosis is. I don't want to tell you that you "should" talk to someone because that's a really weighted and serious conversation you want to have with yourself first. I can say that it feels like you are experiencing hallucinations/delusions and could have some compulsive behavior surrounding those, but also I don't experience that as frequently so I don't want to tell you "this is what you're experiencing for sure" you know?

If anyone else with psychosis or related conditions is comfortable weighing in feel free!

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the worst person in the world (2021) letterboxd review (already crossposted this to twt but reposting here for………'research'[you'll see)]

funny how i originally thought this movie was adapted from a novel even BEFORE a major character contracted a terminal illness (aka like one of the most common things that can happen to a character in a Realistic Fiction Novel, right after infidelity). it just has that MFA vibe!

this movie feels like a deceptive advertisement for living in norway. isn't it mostly cold there ? (update: i have looked up the average winter monthly temperatures in oslo & theyre actually pretty much the same as where i live. whooops!!)

the music in this is good when it’s good & rly annoying when it’s not

hilarious and insane that norway’s indie comics scene is (or is at least depicted as being) exactly the same as in the US—i.e., dominated by edgy cishet dudes all too willing to use mere shock factor as an excuse for originality

like…he has characters whose names are translated as “Dick Wolf Dick” & “Pedo the Parrot” which, come ON but also that literally is what these guys are like……like. So true besty

& yet ! i also can't help but sympathize w/ the comic boyfriend re: the Great Endless Cancel Culture Debate bc ppl have also told me stuff like, “i hate all the people in your comics”

which like! Fair, i don't intend for my characters to be Nice People (well ok some of them are well-intentioned but also kinda hopeless/lost causes)

but also the bf (well, ex-bf—in more ways than 1!!) is exactly right—comics are where i put all the horrible thoughts in my brain that i can’t exorcize by any other means!

love that she shares my hobby of “lying to strangers at parties”……she’s so cool

this movie has a lot of fun little moments that feel pointily realistic: (e.g.: getting interrupted repeatedly while fooling around w/ someone at a party bc you’ve decided to canoodle one another in the Designated Bed Where Everyone Puts Their {Admittedly Extremely Soft + Sensual} Coats, and now everyone is coming to get their jackets & keeps walking in on u while you're trying to snog)

^ another such moment: when her dad says that the link to the libfem girlpower-vibes sex article she wrote doesn’t work, & it’s up to us to decide if there’s actually an issue with his phone or he was just being squeamish abt sex

i wouldn’t call these "wow just like irl lmao" moments exactly the same as the ones in a coen bros movie, but they’re similar imo ? like, those are always my favorite things abt their films (the violence is fine but usually kind of boring to me at this point. like, okay, he has a gun, great. can we bring back the wood chipper? no, too expensive? well how about the cattle stunner thingy, do you still have that thingamajig laying around?)

nah i'm talking like, the way they make the pauses in an ordinary conversation as awkwardly real as possible. ofc when they do it it's often bc there's some sort of double entendre[not necessarily sexual] going on, like w/ the confusion re: the kidnapping in fargo or the student trying to cheat in a serious man. but lebowski has a lot of fun realistic conversationy stuff that's just plain weird, which i guess i'm comparing this more to?

wait. Holy shit. is it at all true that “most women don’t like giving blowjobs”!?!?!?!? Like What the FUCK. is this a straight vs gay thing??? i don’t get it……what could turn u on more than being good at making yr partner cum??? (ok well i can think of several things actually but literally why are u having sex w/ someone unless it’s mutually enjoyable i——???? honestly this was maybe the least believable part of the movie 4 me :// can straight women PLEASE weigh in on thisPLEAAAASEEEEE!!!!!!)

re: “they’ve housebroken bobcat” I HAVE TO KNOW whether the bit abt removing the cartoon cat’s butthole was in response to CATS (2019).

this movie feels like propaganda from the norwegian board of tourism. case in point: basically all of the action happens in summer. also, that scene where she runs outside and the world is frozen in time feels kinda like an ad. sorry if my brain has been broken by america superb owl commercial culture :(

it’s fascinating to see a film that’s so contemporary & relatable but also not quite my own life??? kinda like the gaggle of cishet-presenting girls i saw on the train recently—bc i was aware of most of the celebrity gossip & news stuff they were talking abt, but i still came away feeling like i inhabit a very different—albeit parallel—world from them. for more context, here is my best try at a transcript of their convo: www.tumblr.com/cishetamine/701574180800479232/lily-rose-depp-they-were-calling-her-a-nepo

(p.s. please don't get mad at me for snooping on strangers, i'm just one of many credulous clods who once heard that u can get better at writing by transcribing how ppl really talk. & from there i got obsessed w/ doing this whenever someone is having an interesting convo near me. also most importantly, i didn't write down any personally identifying info & also these ppl are totally anonymous anyway. so plz enjoy @ yr leisure!)

love how this dude reminisces abt being a Record Store / Video Store / Comic Store guy !!! i.e., he’s an alt bro!!! love that for him. it's so cute that norway has hipsters too<3 squee!

also luv how "i just took a dna test turns out / i'm 3.1% sami" is the norwegian equivalent of “my great grandmother was a cherokee princess” cosplaying indigeneity

^ overall tho, the extinction rebellion-core gf feels kinda way too flat & one-note……but also i literally know ppl who are like that!! like i've had friends who were into radical veganism + environmentalism & it did seem kind of culty……which is not to say that ppl shouldn't be vegan or environmentalist, of course! but i have absolutely seen it turn into Unhealthy Polycule Drama & we've just seen where that leads, cough FTX / EAs, cough

no but it’s fascinating how this depiction of norwegian ~radical~ environmentalism compares to the scene in the US. for instance i feel like i’ve never heard an american state that they chose not to fly across the ocean bc it would increase their carbon footpri——wait no actually yes i have heard this, but specifically in the context of academic conferences, never like, regarding travel for fun. Interesting difference here!

(^ also, those were basically only professors on twitter who were saying that, not ppl i know in real life. so another level of remove from me)

[meanwhile i would chop off one of my less-important fingers in exchange for being able to fly across the ocean, environment be damned] [anyway tbh i figure it wouldn’t be thaaaaaat evil so long as i was able to stay in that other country for at least several months, as opposed to business travelers who frequently fly back & forth. but i would want to stay bc i would be desperate to learn the language!

which language, you ask? why, my answer is—Yes!]

anyway enough feeling sorry for myself for not being rich. time to feel sorry for imaginary movie ppl instead!

“i don’t want to be the sensible choice while she’s the sexy one” damn that makes a lot of sense! i definitely feel that re: pressure to be Exciting & Spontaneous & Ever-Flexible so that ppl will find u attractive / alluring instead of setting boundaries (given the choice between setting a boundary vs having sex with someone hot, i will almost always choose the latte——ah, but you see, posting this in a public forum where people i've had sex with can read it is itself an act of performati——

So about the main character. We don’t get much interiority of her, like aside from the stuff at the beginning abt her various major + career changes, we don't get to hear directly the thoughts she is thinking—not just bc we don't hear much in the way of interior monologue, but also bc she doesn't explain herself to the ppl around her.

like, she didn't tell her then-bf that there was in fact another guy—which like, honestly, if i were in her situation, i might also take the coward's route! especially if she feared jealous retribution from her current bf. but we don't know if she fears that, bc we never see her talk to her FRIENDS, bc for all we know, she doesn't have any!!!!

which feels very……hard for me to believe? bc i have never met a woman who did not have Friends. (& supposedly guys tend to have fewer pals, but even they usually seem to at least have like, Gamer Buds, idk! i know i always did back when i was a Gamer in high school, even if i was kinda withdrawn irl.)

so i'm left wondering—are we supposed to see her as genuinely friendless? & if so, what does that say abt her?

or are we just supposed to assume that the movie doesn't want to show her friends? if that's the case, why would it make that decision??

if we as viewers are supposed to actually believe that she doesn't have friends that she can confide in whom she is not romantically involved with……it rly paints a very specific (& melancholy!) picture of her as a person. bc that's a stereotype i mostly associate w/ Isolated Guys, but yet she is not that! (i would like to be her friend & talk abt photography..)

still not sure how i feel abt the freeze-time gimmick. Like on the 1 hand—it’s giving crazy ex girlfriend tv show. But also………idk it looks kinda cool regardless!

between this & tár, i feel sooo…………something abt watching 2 movies in a short timespan that contain Bitingly Contemporary Cancellation Scenes, & also cell phones………i………hmm.

thinking abt gretchen from twitter, a noble woman fighting for a just cause (telling adult YA fans to get a life), yet whose ratioing ultimately feels sorta pyrrhic to me, such that i have to wonder if it's worth the stress it presumably causes her.

but also, i am much more of a wimp than many people! for instance, a lot of ppl are strong tough athletes who put themselves thru a lot of pain because they find it enjoyable overall! whereas personally i only do exercise when i can convince myself that it's fun (e.g., biking places, swimming in water that isn't freezing cold)

so what i'm saying is perhaps gretchen sees being a Culture Warrior as a noble pursuit &/or lives for the thrill of the takedown, whereas i'm probably conflict-averse to a fault. (also, on a materialist level, she gets plenty of publicity for fighting the good fight—& as an author, building an audience is pretty crucial to keeping the lights on!)

anyway, right—the reason i'm thinking abt her at all in the context of this film is bc of the Cancel Culture Scene. bc i'm sympathetic to both the comics artist himself as well as his critics—bc like gretchen & her supporters always say, i believe artists have the right to be messy & sexual & graphic & painful & problematic & difficult to untangle……both bc i prefer to consume art (like this movie!) that fits that description, & bc that's ultimately the kind of work i would like to create.

but what's weird abt the tv interview in the gym in this movie is that we don't really even get to see exactly what the feminists debating the comics boyfriend are actually mad at him about. it's all vague—probably bc the point isn't the debate itself so much as its effect on his ex-gf! (& we know this bc the camera spends hella time tracking her facial reactions throughout this scene, as opposed to focusing primarily on the ex-boyfriend being interviewed.)

(btw for the record, i've read some of gretchen's writing but not a huge amount, & i think she's quite talented at describing compelling visual scenes, but i do worry that some of her political commentary is just so on-the-nose that it isn't as funny as it wants to be?

like, sure, i hate raytheon tenderqueers as much as any Good Leftoid! obviously imperialist militaries are evil & should be systematically dismantled, & it's sickening seeing the cynical liberal war machine attempt to suck us gays into its awful whirling gears.

but—as we saw with countless lib comedians attempting to parody trump—just bc you're making fun of something genuinely bad, doesn't mean your jokes are automagically hilarious!)

oh right, i was building toward something—namely: it feels like there's 3 sides in the big Cancel Culture Debate these days:

(mostly but not solely) christian right-wingers who hate the gays

young people who ummm [takes a full minute to check something on my phone] believe barnes & noble should sort books by tone indicator & who think fujoshis will trigger the third impact

cool edgy trans ppl caught in the middle of these 2 groups, martyred like that one saint mishima used to jack off to & permitted to do any crime so long as it is judged as being sufficiently badass by the Council of Trans Elders

anyway i was just gonna say: you know how sun tzu art of war has that thing abt how u should make your enemies fight each other instead of u fighting on 2 sides at once?

yeah, i think we should come up with a new discourse designed to do exactly that. or maybe get the evangelicals & catholics to fight again over whether asexual priests are valid or if they have to be volcel to really count. hopefully they'll wear themselves out, & our[if i may be so bold as to number myself among the Edgy Trans] troops of keyboard warriors will be able to reenter the fray refreshed to fight another day!

#letterboxd #movie thots #the worst person in the world #informal poll #reposting this here bc i want as large of a sample size as possible for the BJ question

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What?! Only 35 Percent Of Men Go Down? Say It Ain’t So.

Seven guys weigh in on whether that's facts or nah.

Shellie R. Warren

Sep. 30, 2019 05:39PM EST

Songs are amazin', man. While I was reading an article on Cosmo's site—one that we are gonna get all up into in just a second—it's crazy what came to mind. OK, so here's my music trivia question for the day. How many of y'all remember Novel from back in the day? If you don't, let me trigger your memory a bit. Here's the chorus to his song, "Peach":

I can eat a peach for hours Especially when it's sweet not sour I love it when it's juicy; it's doin' something to me I can eat a peach for hours Maybe we can talk for hours Maybe take a raindrop shower You can be my queen; I can be yo' king I can eat a peach for hours

I don't know. Chalk it up to being a really lucky gal, I guess, but back in my sexually-active days, these were the kind of men I knew; not figuratively. Personally. Also, most of the sex I had was in my 20s with men who are also in their 20s. That's why it kinda threw me off when,according to a survey that was conducted by the condom manufacturer Skyn—brace yourselves now—only 35 percent of heterosexual millennial men perform oral sex. Then, to add further insult to injury, according to an exclusive poll that was conducted by Skyn and Cosmo, "Fourteen percent of 18 to 22-year-olds said they 'don't think it's necessary.' And nearly 50 percent of 18 to 27-year-olds are more comfortable having sex than they are giving oral (compared to 32 percent of 28 to 32-year-olds)." What in the world is goin' on?

I read all of Cosmo's article and it had some good content in it. But whenever I hear stuff like this, the natural journalist—and Black woman; not necessarily in that order—in me usually likes to do my own investigating.

Why Men Literally NEED to Have Oral Sex

First, the technical stuff. Going down can trigger the production of oxytocin and DHEA in both partners; this can protect them from heart disease and while calming them down so that they can get a good night's rest. I've been knowing for a while now that vaginal fluid is the ultimate probiotic because it contains between 100,000 to 100 million Lactobacillus cells (depending on the woman). This is a good thing because probiotics are what support our digestive tract. Probiotics also build up our immune system, can help us to lose belly fat, decreases allergy and eczema-related symptoms and can even reduce depression, stress and anxiety. So, strictly from a health standpoint, 65 percent of men are truly missing out when they don't "eat the peach".

Then there's a strong relational point. According toscientific research, a woman is less likely to cheat if her man is a cunnilingus partaker (I feel led to add here, a "good cunnilingus partaker". It's one thing to do it; it's another matter entirely to do it well).

Oh, and for any guy who may be reading this, doesn't do "it" and says that a woman is shallow if not getting oral is what will make her step out, to that, I say this—on the surface, you would be correct, sir. But look deeper. First, how would you feel if your partner (especially if you happen to be in a serious relationship) didn't want to go down on you? And secondly, I don't think that not being on the oral sex receiving end is so much the issue as the selfishness—and, from where I'm sitting, immaturity—is.

Just recently, I wrote about sexual deal-breakers. And, you know what? When it comes to this particular sexual issue, if you and your partner start off the relationship with the understanding that oral sex is not your thing—either of y'all's thing—while that personally baffles me (LOL), I respect that. To each their own. But if you're out here thinking that fellatio should be a given, but cunnilingus isn't on the table—or, as the guys in the poll put it "isn't necessary"—that's a whole and entire problem. You not being an oral sex reciprocator means that you care more about your pleasure than your partner's. And that, dear sir, is what could possibly cause a woman to cheat. Hey, I'm not saying it's right. I'm just saying I can very easily connect the dots on that.

Still, I'm not gonna be out here patronizing the fellas by assuming that at least some of them are aware of the information I just shared. Especially since I do happen to know a few guys who feel like since they are "packin'", their woman is fully satisfied without cunnilingus (uh, they might want to ask her). That's why, aside from what I just shared, I decided to ask some guys in my world what they thought about the study. The names are changed (because you can be private and freaky, right?) but their responses are verbatim.

Do Guys Like Going Down on Women? 7 Men Have the Answer

*The names have been changed for anonymity

*Perry (35, Married)

"It doesn't surprise me that guys in their 20s and early 30s struggle with giving oral sex. There are so many dumb decisions that are made during that time, including not really getting to know our sexual partners. For a lot of young men, it's not even about fully experiencing sex. They're just out here trying to get a nut. It wasn't until I really started to feel for a woman that I wanted to see all that sex had to offer. I will say this to the guy bucks—you don't know what you're missin'. There is nothing like pleasing a woman. You realize you never really know pleasure until you do."

*Maxwell (24, Single)

"35 percent? That's hilarious, man. I don't know if this is a good or bad thing, but I was out here, 'peach eatin' as you call it, before I even got head for the first time. If I'm gonna be really real about it, I did that before I had sex. Maybe it was all of the porn I saw. Maybe because the first girl I did that to had never experienced it before. I've never really thought about it. I just know one time was all I needed. A brotha is definitely hooked!"

*Damon (40, Engaged)

"I'll be real with you. A lot of us perform oral sex on a trial-by-trial basis. Some women we're into enough to do it and some we're not. Some ladies might be upset but, some have the right hygiene, some don't. Some landscape in a way that's appealing, some don't. Some, we don't even see as someone we want to get that close to or with. I think the number is higher than 35. I just think that 35 may be the amount of men who do it all of the time. A lot of us are way pickier."

*Allen (29, Single)

"I know we've got a lot going on when we ejaculate, but unless a woman has been with a woman in that way, they don't get that they have a lot going on down there too. Some of us just need to ease into all of that. My first time story is I always thought I would never go down on a girl. But one time, the head that I got was so f—kin' good that I was like, 'I'm a punk ass nigga if I don't try and make her feel the same way.' I haven't looked back since. Damn, where's her phone number?"

*Keith (32, Single)

"I think that if a man likes to kiss, he likes to kiss everywhere. That's all I got to say about it."

*Rashad (45, Married)

"Don't let these lames fool you. If a guy doesn't go down, it's more about him than you. On the emotional tip, it's a vulnerable act. We've got a lot of ego too, so it's scary to think that we might do it and our partner won't be pleased. A lot of men try and project that not going down is about the woman, but it's all about him. Don't @ me on that."

*Shawn (30, Single)

"I don't think you can fully know a woman until you have consumed ever part; her p—y included. I don't just mean the woman you're with at the time. I mean, you have a lot to learn about all women until you do. The smell. The sounds that she makes. The way she touches you when it happens. Even the way that she cums—it's all just…different. It's like she's letting you in on a side to her that is classified information. That alone makes it a hell of a turn on. Hell, addicting. Men do it. Men like it. Those who don't should categorize themselves with the rest of us."

Welp. There you have it. It's not like I didn't try and find "one of the 35 percent". Thankfully, the men I know find oral sex—whether they are giving or receiving it—to be very, very necessary. Not to "cunnilingus shame" those who don't but, maybe this lil' write-up will at least give you something else/more to think about.

After all, in the wise words of some man who I'm sure goes down on a regular basis—"Don't knock it until you've tried it." Peach-eatin' will richly bless you in more ways than one. If you don't believe me, read this all over again. And again...and again (while listening to Novel to totally gas you up!).

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i should talk about the rest of the cupid pirates here because i'll definitely be mentioning them!

sho is a combatant on the ship. he's very pale, very thin, with long, messy white hair covering red eyes. he looks sickly a lot of the time and somehow never gets burned or tanned in the sun. a lot of time he gets mistaken for a ghost, which is definitely on purpose on his part. his devil fruit, the drain drain fruit, allows anyone within the vicinity that hears his song to slowly lose their will and energy to fight. he's also been called tritone sho. i'm not super familiar with music so i have no idea how to describe it, but tritones were apparently banned at one point in churches because it was "satanic". i based his fruit off of the move perish song from pokemon, which if you're not familiar with pokemon, makes both the user and the enemy pokemon faint in 3 turns.

crescendo is another combatant on the crew. she's transfemme, has had bottom surgery, and has been on hrt for a good while. she has light brown skin and long yellow-blond hair ending with pink tips. she dyes her hair a lot, so her hair color is never consistent. her eyes are a reddish-pink. she's about 5'6" and weighs about 140lbs. she can fight with various weapons, but is most comfortable with hand to hand combat and guns. she had a rivalry with her now husband, Lucrum, for years before they even got together. i mean they probably slept with the other's wanted poster on the pillow next to them. they were always trying to one up each other or sabotage each other. she loves being a pirate. she loves drinking, looking for treasure, sailing, and pretty much everything that comes with it. when she married lucrum she denied herself of the life for years before the cupid pirates finally broke her down.

sidra is the helmswoman on the ship. she's short, about 5'0" with brown skin and brown hair always pulled into a pony tail to get it out of the way. her eyes are dark brown. she's very small-framed and skinny, so she can fit into smaller places. she also has many scars across most of the left side of her face and is entirely blind in her left eye. she really not the sharpest tool in the shed. i wouldn't say she's dumb, she just doesn't ever think about stuff. she does what she wants and a lot of her decisions are based in emotion and impulse rather than thinking about things first. she uses a lot of poison and daggers to fight and she's very good with getting intel. any mission that requires someone to blend in and be sneaky, she's your girl. her and her brother wear clothing that makes them look like the same person when they fight. she can use a little bit of observational haki, but it's severely underdeveloped.

faedras is sidra's twin brother and the cupid pirate's navigator. they look pretty much exactly the same save for the different scars they both have and them being different genders. he has a large scar across his throat. he struggles to speak loudly and it's really exhausting him to talk for a long time. he signs most of the time to communicate. he will talk if he absolutely needs to, he just prefers not to. sidra functions as his translator a lot of the. he's a little more serious than his sister. he's calmer and tends to think things through before acting. he panics a lot because sidra just jumps into things and he has to get her out of trouble quite a lot. he prefers to stay in and doesn't really like partying or anything like that. he fights if he needs to, but likes to work behind the scenes. like his sister, he's good with daggers and poison. he also has the underdeveloped observational haki that his sister has.

azita is the ship's cook. she's a black cat mink with long black hair she keeps in a bun on her head and green eyes. she's about 6'5" and on the heavier side. there is definitely muscle under that fat though and you can definitely tell when you look at her. she's strong as hell, think of that gif of the dude just ripping the log in half and that's her. she takes her job as an assassin really seriously, and is a monster on the battlefield. she's cool-headed, cunning and very careful. she won't fight a battle she can't win. she's the crews big sister and a lot of people rely on her for comfort, which she is totally fine with. she really seems scary but honestly she likes to hang out. she's chill pilled. relaxation maxing. she's got a very calming presence overall. she cannot control her sulong form and usually cannot break out of it until she passes out. she has scars from overusing her electro last time she was in sulong form back when her assassin group was destroyed.

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***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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