#but stop erasing Ed to do it

[bornonthesavage]

This is going to be a controversial post, but I find it very “interesting” how people are taking Ed’s storyline this season and projecting it onto Izzy. ED was the one who was suicidal. ED was the one who believed he was unlovable and unloved, and that he had to be something he didn’t want to be just to be a little bit accepted. ED was actively trying to die and get people to kill him because he was too scared to do it himself. ED was the one who was working through years of trauma to find a way to be happy with himself and learn that he is capable of being loved for who he is.

And yeah, Izzy has some of that as well. Though genuinely, that could be said for most of the characters. But it’s SO STRANGE how many people I see saying “Oh well I guess the message of the story is that if you’re suicidal then you should die.”

Like, please, learn some media literacy. Ed and his arc are RIGHT THERE. I feel like I’m living in an alternate reality where we all watched a different show. Why are you unable to relate to Ed? I’ve literally seen people say “Oh well I just don’t care about Ed.” Truly, why are you only able to relate to that storyline when it’s through the perspective of a white man?

I’m not trying to be antagonistic, but this is really bothering me.

#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd finale #ofmd season 2 #ofmd 2 #renew our flag means death #it’s just really bothering me #how people are erasing everything Ed went through #just so they can make things fit their narrative #you’re allowed to be sad and grieve Izzy #but stop erasing Ed to do it

[moonhoures]

Thin Walls

🕷️ kinktober — day 19: masturbation🕸️

pairing: matthew (zb1) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, masturbation (f and m), exhibitionism (? matthew hears reader masturbating through the wall, so i’m tagging this just to be safe)

word count: ~1.5k

synopsis: you become sexually frustrated over your crush for your next dorm neighbor and decide to (privately) do something about it, but fate is one cruel entity, so of course he hears everything

posted: october 20, 2023

“Looks like Taerae is out for a while,” Matthew noticed as the two of you strolled up to his dorm room.

The two of you lived in a co-ed dormitory at your local university, and your rooms neighbored each other. The dry erase board on his door showed a message from his roommate that said he would be back in a few hours.

You nodded, “Liz texted me earlier that they were going to study together after her last class.”

He twisted the handle of his door and turned back to you as he opened it, “In that case, would you like to hang out until they get back?”

You considered it for a moment, but decided against it. The last couple hours you had spent with him—in class plus the long walk back to your dorm—were spent with you daydreaming about him, and subsequently being in denial about it. You had known Matthew since your very first day of college. You were both in the same major, and he was super friendly. He was the one that approached you and began your friendship. It seemed to be some weird stroke of fate that his dorm room was next door to yours; an even weirder coincidence when your roommates started dating each other. Then you two were the single friends that were dragged into “double dates” all the time.

You really didn’t mind it, though, hanging out with the three of them. You liked all of them, but you had slowly begun to gravitate towards Matthew more. Maybe it was because the two of you were usually left to each other by the couple of the group. Maybe it was because you had more in common with him. Maybe it was because you had developed a crush on him . . . You had tried to deny that possibility for so long, calling your roommate crazy when she had suggested the two of you go out. But now, you just couldn’t deny it anymore. You did have feelings for Matthew. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same, and you were worried that if he knew, it would ruin everything. So you continued to act normal with him, or at least you tried.

“I’d love to, but I should really work on my paper for Mr. Jang’s class.”

Maybe it was the delusion or just the trick of the hallway lighting, but you swore you saw a look of disappointment in his eye, “Oh, okay, well maybe the four of us can hang out later?”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

Matthew watched you retreat to your door just a few feet away, and then your doors shut with soft thuds. Once your door was closed, you tossed your bag onto the floor and pressed your back against the hard surface behind you. You groaned, feeling like the lowly coward you were. Why did I say no? Of course I want to hang out with him. But then again, you had never hung out with him alone in his room. You hung out alone in public, but never in your dorm. You weren’t sure if you could handle that.

Trying to get your mind off of your neighbor, you decided to climb into your bed and go on the first app that drew your interest. After half an hour of flipping between apps, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him. You kept rewinding your day with him, thinking about the way his eyes crested as he smiled. The way he laughed. The subtle veins in his hands as he wrote notes in class. You thought about his face as he earnestly paid attention to you when you spoke, and you remembered trying to focus on what you were saying when really you were getting lost in his beauty. You remember holding yourself back from reaching up and booping the freckle by his eye. You remember biting back the thoughts of what kissing him would be like—were his lips as soft as they looked?

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to let out some steam, so you did what any normal, horny woman would do. You locked your door and crawled back into bed, closing your eyes to let your mind wander as you dipped your fingers below the band of your underwear.

Now, you didn’t masturbate too often, considering you shared a room with someone. But you were still a woman with needs, and so you did what you had to do. It started with slow, teasing movements, just enough to get yourself wet. Then, you were picking up pace, spurred on by images that your mind created for you of the guy just on the other side of the wall. Your legs parted at the idea of his lips on yours. Your hand moved faster at the thought of his fingers along your skin. Your breath became rugged at the idea of his body over yours. You wanted him so bad, and it showed in how desperately you chased your own orgasm. It showed in the noises you made. Noises that weren’t as quiet as you thought they were . . .

Matthew was lying in his own bed, separated from your bed with just one, thin wall between the two. He had his head propped up with his pillow while he scrolled mindlessly through TikTok. Several minutes had passed since he parted ways with you, and he had told himself he would waste just a few more minutes before he started on his assignments. All of those plans, however, were tossed aside when he heard it, or rather, when he heard you.

At first, he didn’t think anything of the sound he heard. It just sounded like muffled talking that could have been from a podcast or a movie or a YouTube video you were watching. But then they got more frequent, and louder, and well, pornographic, for lack of a better word. Matthew found himself gulping, turning his phone off to focus on the noises coming from your room. Were they really what he was thinking they were? Were you really doing what he thought you were doing?

You got quiet for a moment, but then you let out another noise—a moan, undoubtedly. The sound went straight to his dick, making it stir under his briefs. He groaned softly, covering his pelvis with his hand before he cupped it gently. But there was no stopping it, he was growing harder by the second. All because you were masturbating a few feet away, just within his earshot.

Something about this made him feel guilty, dirty even, like he was intruding on you. But he wasn’t really, not intentionally. You had no idea he could hear you, or did you? Were you doing it on purpose to entice him? He knew from Taerae that Liz was certain you had a crush on him, but you had never acted differently around him than before. Was this your odd way of making your feelings clear to him? Was he just projecting his own desires?

Regardless, Matthew couldn’t take the strain against his jeans. Fuck it, he muttered to himself, unzipping his pants. He shoved the band of his pants and underwear down enough for him to pull out his cock. He lubed up his hand with spit, then he was fisting his cock to the sound of your voice. The soft moans and breathy whimpers were driving him insane.

You, on the other hand, were nearing your end. The scene in your head of Matthew fucking you was getting too real too fast, and soon enough you were diving off the edge into your climax. Your toes curled and your muscles tensed as you felt the intense warmth spread throughout your groin. You were so enthralled in your release that you moaned out his name without even thinking.

And of course, your eavesdropper didn’t miss it. His hand came to a halt over his shaft after his name fell from your lips, and then your room fell quiet. Matthew couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He was wondering if he had fallen asleep watching TikToks and was dreaming this entire time. But no, he was wide awake, and he was close to cumming at the thought of you masturbating to him.

He thought for a moment about just finishing quietly and going on about his day, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to act normal around you after this. He would have to confront you—and the sooner, the better. So he decided now was as good a time as any to put his cock away, zip his pants back up, and get out of bed. Next thing he knew, he was knocking on your door, waiting for you to open it. It took a few moments, but then the knob was unlocking and twisting.

“Hey, uh, did you need something?” you asked once you opened the door, eyes slightly wide when you realized it was him. The first thought that came to mind was had he heard you?

“No, but it sounded like you could use my help.”

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[xoxoemynn]

Seeing some chatter about people being disappointed that Stede didn't say I love you back to Ed, and while I get it on the level that it's always just nice to hear the words, I actually really love that Stede's response was "I know. I know that."

Because Ed just went through (yet another) traumatic event where he thought Stede had died, and not only that, but he died and the last words they shared were of anger. Think about the grief and regret of that, how it would have consumed him if he had to spend the rest of his life thinking about how the love of his life died and the last thing he said to him was that the only time they had sex was a mistake, and that they should just stop talking before they say something they'd regret.

He sees Stede, and he sees that he's alive, and the first thing he needs to do is make sure Stede knows he loves him. He needs to erase all the bad memories from their last interaction.

Because compounding this is Ed's old belief that he's unlovable. And if you fear you're unlovable, you don't want to give the people you care about most reason to stop caring about you. He's saying "I love you, I'm sorry I acted that way, please, I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

And Stede, so gently and reassuringly, says "I know that." It doesn't matter that Ed's not perfect. It doesn't matter if sometimes they argue. It doesn't matter if Ed needs time to himself. It doesn't matter if Ed's still sorting out who he is and what he wants to do in life.

Stede knows Ed loves him. He will always know Ed loves him. Even when things get difficult, which they undoubtedly will again, he'll know Ed loves him. Ed doesn't need to do anything to prove that. He doesn't need to be afraid that if he slips up, Stede will stop loving him, or think for one second that Ed doesn't love him with all of his heart.

He just needs to... be Edward.

We've seen all season how much Stede loves Ed. Ed has seen it, too. It's what gave him the courage to begin opening up to him again and being vulnerable with him.

But this reinforcement that Stede accepts him, all parts of him, is what Ed really needs to hear in that moment.

And that's why Ed smiles.

#emynn.op #OFMD #OFMD Spoilers #OFMD S2 Spoilers #ofmd meta #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Ed x Stede #SO MANY THINGS TO DO TODAY BUT ALAS I AM IN MY FEELS ONCE MORE

[steddieas-shegoes]

sometimes it's too real

for the @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round 3 (prompt: Halloween) rated: T wc: 577 cw: some blood mentions (fake and real) tags: mention of Upside Down related trauma, hurt/comfort

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Eddie thought it was a funny joke, and it was.

Like, to all of the others, it was hilarious.

But to Steve, it was a reminder of how close they came to losing Eddie, how close they were to his heart actually stopping, his skin going pale.

He knew it was ridiculous, so he choked out a laugh and found a way to keep busy.

Snacks were mostly prepped, drinks already on ice, decorations hung with the help of Eddie and Robin.

But he could always find something to clean, and tonight's victim was the kitchen sink. Anything to avoid seeing the fake blood dripping from Eddie's mouth and neck.

He should have known it would only work for a few minutes, Eddie being basically attached to his hip ever since they made the whole boyfriend thing official.

Eddie's arms wrapped around his waist, his hands settled on Steve's stomach.

"I vant to suck your blooooood," Eddie said in a silly accent, nipping at Steve's neck.

Any other time, Steve would giggle and let him do it, let it lead to a kiss on the lips or more.

But he couldn't erase the image of Eddie coughing up blood as he tried to hold onto Steve as he was carried out of the Upside Down. He couldn't erase the way Dustin was sobbing next to him, how Robin was trying to hold it together so that Dustin didn't sense her panic.

He knew if he turned to see Eddie now, he wouldn't see his costume, he'd see him dying.

"You okay, sweetheart? Need any help?" Eddie asked, slowly pulling away when he sensed that Steve wasn't in the mood to be silly with him.

"Fine. You can go back out there."

"I will if you tell me what's bothering you," Steve could hear the crossed arms in his tone.

"Nothing, Eds. Just want everything to be perfect for the kids."

That was true, and he knew Eddie believed that, but he also knew it wasn't everything and Eddie would absolutely know that, too.

"Is it something I did?" Eddie asked.

Steve turned to him, finally looking at him and resisting the urge to flinch.

He must not have succeeded because Eddie was pulling away quickly.

"It's just. It's the blood. I know it's fake and I know it's stupid and this is supposed to be fun and a joke, but just seeing you with blood is a lot," Steve explained, hating himself more by the second for ruining Eddie's fun.

"Stevie, why didn't you say something before? I can wash it off," Eddie turned towards the sink to do just that when Steve reached his hand out to stop him.

"No, I-"

"Stevie, I am not letting you suffer your way through trauma if I can do something to help."

Steve didn't have any response to that, so Eddie continued to run the water until it was warm, and started splashing some onto his face and scrubbing the evidence of fake blood away.

"The kids..."

"I'll just tell them some got in my mouth when I took a drink and it tasted gross and didn't wanna risk it happening again. They won't care, they're on sugar highs already."

Steve still felt stupid for letting this bother him, but when Eddie wrapped his arms around him and leaned in to kiss him softly, reassuringly, he knew it was fine.

Maybe next Halloween it would be a little easier.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #warmup round #halloween

[celluloidbroomcloset]

I think part of the point with Izzy’s arc in season 2 is not really about him, but about how Stede’s ethos does have the capacity to help heal damaged people. But those people have to be willing and able to embrace it - they have to accept the grace offered to them. Look at Low’s crew - Stede speaks to them for thirty seconds and they see that there’s an alternative to the way they’ve lived. Same thing with Archie and Jim, and really the entire crew at the start of season 1. And Ed.

Izzy starts as the least redeemable, and any of the crew would be justified in abandoning him. But they don’t - they offer him a better life. But he HAS TO TAKE IT. No one is going to save him or force him to be better. He has to do it himself.

Ignoring that element of Izzy’s arc seems to me to ignore the underlying message of the show as a whole. Stede is not some naive little man saying that love will save the world; he is showing that there’s an alternative to the violence and toxicity and abuse that people live in, and we can all embrace that. But we have to make that choice, and even making that choice does not suddenly erase the hurt we’ve caused others. Izzy doesn’t stop being abusive in the past because he tries to be better, but at least trying to better is preferable to getting worse.

A small portion of this fandom has obviously missed that, because they want to say that the man most representative of the capacity to change through Stede’s ethos, isn’t ever toxic to begin with. They are denying Izzy’s right to try to be better by claiming that all his violence and anger and self-loathing (and a lot of his horror at Ed becoming Ed instead of Blackbeard is a deeply internalized hatred of his own queerness) are perfectly fine and normal, or don’t exist at all. Izzy finds something to live and die for and they don’t want to grant him that grace.

Weird.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #Izzy hands #it’s a beautiful show and some folks don’t want that beauty #kinda sad really #stede bonnet #OFMD meta #revenge crew

[hrdenha]

— goodnight, doll

synopsis: you want to show your stepbrother the tight skirt you just bought. the problem? he can clearly see your pussy.

you want him to teach you and he would gladly do you... err, i mean... so.

pairings: stepbrother!lee heeseung x innocent!reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. heeseung's duality, couch s*x, implied use of d*ldo, use of pet names, innocent but not so innocent reader, pseudo inc*st, heeseung's big d*ck, pen*tration, br*eding, c*ck warming, oral s*x (m receiving), lowkey praise k*nk

AUTHOR'S NOTE — !

another hee smut, lol. but actually I just dropped by to say that I'll be moving here again. things happened and i was locked out from lvenha, i tried changing the password but it won't work if i also forgot the password of the email I used for that blog and so here we go again.

if you ever want to interact with me like sending nsfw links 😌 just drop some ask on my way. i can't reply on your comments since this is just a side blog. lastly, hope you enjoy this. please let me know in your comments or reblogs what you think.

The night was young, both of your parents were out for some business trip and so heeseung take advantage of the gift of solitude to just relax while watching his favorite program in the living room.

The show was going great when he heard you calling for him from upstairs. "In the living room!" He answered looking at the direction of the stairs. Heeseung heard the soft thump of your feet and returned his gaze on the tv.

"What do you think?" You ask, presenting heeseung your newly purchased set of skirt in front him. You were slowly turning your figure around waiting for his answer when your phone slips from your fingers causing you to bend in front of him.

Heeseung gulf when he sees the outline of your pussy from your cotton shorts displayed to him. "I-it looks g-good" he trailed off. It was true that it looks good on you. You look so beautiful but heeseung doesn't want other people to see you on that skirt, not now that you practically flash him your pussy unintentionally.

"Really?" You ask happily standing straight before turning around to face him. Heeseung saw your eyes look down on him. "What's that?"

He traced your line of sight, breathing a curse. Heeseung immediately grab a pillow beside him in an attempt to hide his boner. "N-nothing, you saw nothing. The room was dark so you're just seeing things, maybe it was a worm." right now, he was intrinsically speaking nonsense. He just wanted to get swallowed by the floor right then and now.

You eyed him, glee was written on your orbs before sitting beside him. "Is that your dick, hee?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Can I see it?"

Heeseung paused looking straight at you. He wanted to find something... anything for him to stop thinking that you like this.

"You want to see my dick?" You nodded scooting closer to him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." And that's enough for him to erased the unsettling feels boiling inside him. It was as if the shame that was creeping through his bones awhile ago vanished without a trace. Heeseung remove the cushion on his lap, still looking straight at you, taking in all your expression as you look on his boner.

"Can... I touch it?"

"Go on." He encourage, nodding his head as he replied to you. When heeseung felt your hands gripping his dick from his jersey short, he hissed. He fucking hissed as if he has the most sensitive dick the world has ever seen.

You gasped retracting your hand in surprise, "Sorry... did I hurt you?" Heeseung shook his head taking your hands in his once again to put it in top of his clothed boner.

"You didn't, it just felt good. You can do what you want, y/n" Your eyes was wordlessly asking him if you really can't do that and heeseung just nodded.

Your hands pulled his shorts down finally breaking free the monster from its binding. It slap on his stomach before finally standing. Heeseung saw how your mouth agape when you saw his true length. It was standing with pride, head was red as precum ooze down.

"You're so big... and pretty" Both you and heeseung saw how his dick twitch from what you said absentmindedly. Fuck, you have such a strong effect on him that you can make his dick twitch in nothing with just your words.

"Can you... teach me how? I wanted to suck it" Heeseung hummed, "Do you see anyone sucking a dick?" You shook but then nod, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean... I didn't see it, I just see it on porn when I got curious" Heeseung scoff in pure amusement as you played with your hand seemingly embarrassed from the fact that you watched explicit video.

"Then show me what you've learned" You looked up to him smiling before you nod at him.

"But I'm not good" You said kneeling in front of his dick.

"Let me be the judge for that" Heeseung make himself comfortable sitting in the sofa. He was practically laying, his back firmly glued agaisnt the backrest. His hands further pulled his shorts down his legs as he man spread in front of you.

And so, your hand grip his dick again, thumb caressing the head to spread the precum before experimentally moving your hands in an up and down motion.

"Shit" Heeseung cursed when your hand pick up the pace. "Y-yeah, just like that"

You gaze up to him, heeseung's eyes were close and mouth was open from the pleasure. He was long gone. You can practically felt his hips raising close to your hands as you jerk him off. And with that, you wanted more. You want your name to be the only thing stamped on his mind like a broken and tampered record.

Your hands were starting to get sore causing you to use your mouth out of desperate plea to make him cum and proud. "Fuck... y/n." Heeseung moaned when he felt the inside of your cheeks then down to your throat while your hand still accommodate the rest of his cock before travelling south to fumble with his balls. You saw his length but it was totally different when you finally have it on your mouth. Heeseung felt the sense of pride when you can't help but to gag though you shake it off while you continue to suck him off like s lollipop.

"You're doing good, doll. Use more tongue" The sudden change of pet name was enough to make you moan in his dick. You can feel your pussy throbbing with heat, tears forming in your eyes as you try to look up to heeseung's fucked out face.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Heeseung declared guiding your head ruthlessly feeling the tightness of your throat on his tip. The series of cursed was heard, 'fuck fuck fuck' and the next thing you knew, heeseung was once again pushing your head to take his whole length all in while feeling the shot of hot liquid running down to your throat.

He held your head for a few minutes before his hands fall limp beside him, heavy breaths was heard across the room drowning the sound that comes from the long forgotten series that was playing in the TV. That's when you took the chance to suck him in your hearts content. Cleaning and milking him in your own desire before releasing it with a pop causing his soft dick to hobble down.

You stand up taking off your cotton shorts in a one swift move before straddling heeseung who's mind still flying somewhere. One thing is for sure though, his mind woke up when he felt your bare, wet pussy on top of his softened dick.

You wordlessly kissed heeseung making him groan at the taste of his own cum from your mouth. "How's that?" You ask him arms connecting on his neck as you grind your pussy on his dick.

"Are you sure this is the first time you did it? You suck like a pro, doll"

"I learned it for you..."

"Really?" You hummed leaving open mouth kisses on his neck that made him moan. "I want to fuck you so much... like right now" Heeseung breathes, hands grabbing your hips that still grind on him.

"Then fuck me..."

"Are you sure you wanted this? That you're not going to regret this?"

You chuckled before pouting, "Hee, are you seriously asking me that when I just finished sucking your dick off? And besides..." A moan escapes from your lips when you felt heeseung kissing your neck, brushing his lips on the hot skin whilst your white cardigan hang lazily on your arms "I always wanted to fuck you"

Heeseung met your gaze. Oh, you're so innocent yet so wild. Just focusing on things you want to get and experience not thinking about the consequences at all.

"You're so fucking good to be true, doll"

Heeseung's hand pulled your white tube doww, gasping at the sight of your bare chest. He felt you shiver on top of him much in his amusement. You look so small, so delicate, so pure. Heeseung felt his cock hardened at the thought, it was pulsing more so that he felt your slick, wet arousal coating his dick.

He didn't waste his chance and immediately suck your nipple with his mouth, left hand playing the other one while his right stay on your hips.

You hummed throwing your head back, pushing your chest closer on his mouth as you moaned heeseung's name. His hands guide your hips again making you grind and further coat his dick with your wetness.

"I can't take it anymore... please, just fuck me"

"You need to take what I give, doll. And I still need to prepare you, what if I hurt you?"

"Y-you won't, I can take it... just please. It's been awhile since I'm using dildo. I can take it, hee. I might be a virgin but I can take it" Your voice was strained, eyes close as he felt your arousal flowing out every trust you do.

Heeseung can't help but to kiss you, pushing you closer to him as if he wanted to devour the whole you. "Do what you want, doll..." He whispered when he pulled from the kiss.

You sat up, taking his dick in your hands before rubbing the head in between your folds. "Ugh...h-hee" The action produced lewd sounds that became a music-like on both of your ears.

You huffed, slowly sinking his dick inside you, the same time his fingers burn on your hips. Curses become inescapable from pouring out of heeseung's mouth as he felt your tightness engulfing his dick.

It never felt this good doing it. It felt so good and bad at the same time but the pleasure both of you felt just intensifies the overall feeling.

Heeseung groaned when his tip finally met your deepest part. "Fuck, doll. You okay? Does it hurts?" He breathes glancing at you to find any discomfort, his hands brushing your hair out of your face.

"I'm okay... but- but I need your help now, hee. I can't feel my legs" Both of you chuckled, heeseung kissing your forehead. You're not in pain, the stretch was a heavy and uncomfortable but so good, att the same time, fulfilling. A very distinct description for the fact that heeseung DID fill you up to the brim.

Heeseung is so big, so thick. Taking him in your mouth awhile ago was different from feeling him inside you. You were getting crazier and crazier.

Heeseung gently push you down on the sofa, ensuring that you're comfortable as you did whilst keeping your body close together, his dick still inside you.

"You good, doll?"

"Yes." You sighed, "Please move now, hee"

Heeseung answered with a kiss on your lips, retracting his hips and then slowly fucking into you, making you moan his name. His grip on your breast tightened as he did, as if it's the only thing that keeping him to go insane. You were so entoxicating.

"Mmphf- you're so tight doll." This is it. Heeseung's greatest dirty pleasure, the very same dream he dreamed of every night finally coming true.

You hips starts to buckle meeting his hips halfway as you moan beneath him. "F-faster, heeseung. Ah!" His abdomen tightened, the thin rope binding him to not just ravish you was finally cut apart as he fasten his pace.

"Look at me, doll" Heeseung demand kissing your lids then intertwine both of your hands to coo you. And believe me, you tried. But the pleasure was so intense you can't even open your eyes without tears forming on your lids. The sex was that good.

Heeseung's trust are still consistent, didn't falter even just for a second. You whimpered when he hit your spot once again, moans continuously gets louder and louder in every thrust. This time you finally tried to look at heeseung. He was groaning, a very vocal man when it comes to sex made your pussy clench him.

When you opened your eyes, you felt tears staining your cheeks. "It felt so good, hee. Please, don't stop."

"Shit, doll! You're clenching me"

"Heeseung! I-i'm gonna-"

Heeseung loudly groaned, skin to skin slapping became more prominent when he gets what you wanted to say. "Cum inside, heeseung! Fuck your cum inside me"

A hot liquid shot inside you and seep to run on from your throbbing cunt down your thighs. It made you feel full and contented as you hug heeseung's body who fall on top of you, heavy breaths on sync while doing cockwarming.

"Stay, it feel so good with you still inside me" You whispered kissing him, "No need to tell me twice. Goodnight, doll." He replied making a short thrusts inside you finally taken on the arms of sleepiness.

Someday he will completely make you his.

© hrdenha 2022

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #park jeongseong #sim jaeyun #enhypen ff #enhypen x reader #enhypen au

[nonasuch]

Can I, in fact, get you started on Yesterday? That's the movie premised on everyone just forgetting everything about the Beatles one day right?

Yes, and it drove me nuts because that’s a great premise! But it was totally wasted in a way that I found extra frustrating, because they only needed to slightly reshuffle the existing pieces and give the love interest some kind of coherent characterization, and they just. did not do that.

So like. The premise of the movie is that Jack, the main character, is a struggling musician who gets hit by a car and knocked unconscious at the exact moment of a mysterious global blackout. When he wakes up in the hospital, he discovers that he is the only person on Earth who remembers the existence of the Beatles.

It takes him a bit to realize this: he quotes When I’m Sixty-Four to his best friend Ellie at the hospital and she just gives him a weird look. When he plays a bit of Yesterday while hanging out with friends, they all freak out about how good his new song is, and he realizes that something is Weird.

There’s a fun scene where he frantically googles Beatles-related terms and comes up empty. “Beatles” turns up bugs and cars. Ringo Starr? Never heard of him. We find out that the band Oasis never existed either, and over the course of the movie there are a few more disappearances thrown in as jokes: Coca-Cola, cigarettes, and Harry Potter have also ceased to exist, or never were.

So Jack, who knows most of the Beatles catalogue by heart, and is a decent musician, decides to re-record them. And they’re instant hits, and he starts getting money and fame and record deals thrown at him, and hanging out with Ed Sheeran (played by Ed Sheeran), and going on talk shows and so on. The movie rapidly turns into a parable about the cost of fame, not letting success change you, remembering what’s more important than money and power, etc etc.

It’s just like. kind of lazy about it? and the romance plot feels both incoherent and slapdash, because Ellie has no personality and no comprehensible motivations.

Like, she’s been Jack’s music manager since they were teenagers, and she’s been convinced he was destined for greatness since she saw him play Wonderwall at a school talent show, but she also is weirdly convinced that she’s not good enough for him even before he becomes super famous. But Jack never actually stops being into her, even at the Peak Hubris part of the plot, and he eventually gives it all up and tells the world he didn’t write any of the songs as part of a big dramatic love confession. Except it’s never really clear what was holding either of them back in the first place, or why a dramatic love confession was even necessary.

So, here is how I would fix the movie.

First, the romance plot feels super tacked on anyway so let’s just resolve it earlier and give the poor girl an actual job in the plot. I’d have Jack sit Ellie down fairly early, after he’s released the first few songs and they’ve blown up but before the Fame Spiral starts, and say:

okay. look. I know this sounds nuts but either that accident caused the most specific brain damage in the history of the world, or I remember a different version of reality than everyone else, because I did not write these songs. I just remember them, and no one else does.

And the movie did actually set up a way for him to prove this, but they never used it! for some fucking reason! Because Wonderwall is the song that convinced Ellie that Jack was destined for musical greatness, and Wonderwall has also been erased. Which creates an opportunity, which the movie did not take, for a really effective scene where Jack asks Ellie what song he sang at the talent show. And she can’t answer him, which freaks her out because that’s a core memory! Thats the reason she’s so devoted to Jack in the first place!

So he starts playing her the song. And she knows she’s never heard it before, but she also knows that on some level, she recognizes it.

So from that point onwards, Ellie and Jack can be in cahoots, sharing the secret, which allows the romance to develop a lot more effectively and convincingly, and puts Ellie in a better position to talk Jack down from Fame Hubris, and allows Jack to remind Ellie that he’s not actually too good or too famous for her, because she knows he’s actually just the beneficiary of a deeply weird cosmic accident.

Also, there’s a better way to resolve the romance plot. Ellie has bafflingly low self-esteem, for reasons that are never explained, so like. please explain that, movie. But since half the romance plot is just Ellie going “I’m not good enough for you!” I do have a better resolution than what the movie did.

The only Big Dramatic Gesture Jack does comes at the very end of the movie, and it’s boring and doesn’t actually have anything much to do with Ellie — he already hates being famous by then, he wants out regardless. He needs a gesture that’s actually about Ellie, and allows them to be together and in cahoots again for the rest of the Price of Fame plot.

Which, again, the movie laid the groundwork for at the beginning, and never used.

I’d have Jack tell Ellie that he knows — is baffled by? but knows — that she thinks she ought to leave him for his own good, and that she thinks his music career is more important than her. To prove it’s not, he’s going to give her a song. A Beatles song he’s never going to record, never going to play, for anyone but her. A song that used to be one of the most famous songs in the world, but is only ever going to be theirs, hers and his, from now on.

He plays her When I’m Sixty-Four.

That does the trick: they’re together through the rest of the movie, and decide how to get Jack out of the Fame Trap together, and retire into happy obscurity together.

There is one other optional change, but it would require buy-in from Paul McCartney.

There’s already a scene in the movie — one of the best bits of the whole thing, honestly — where Jack meets an elderly John Lennon, who has never been famous and is perfectly content with his life. I think a nice epilogue would have Jack track down Paul, and find him in his back garden, planting flowers and beatifically happy.

After a short conversation in which Paul appears to have no memory of ever ever having been a Beatle, Jack leaves Paul to enjoy his retirement.

After he’s gone, as the camera pulls away and the movie ends, Paul starts to whistle When I’m Sixty-Four to himself.

#asked and answered #yesterday (2019) #purely notional fiction

[catherinnn]

Thigh High Boots

request: @kellyxo1 asked "Idk if its weird it just popped into my head but maybe a eddie x reader where hes been busy with his campain and paying no attention to reader and she teases him with wearing thigh high boots and nothing else and she teases him and they make love"

warnings: SMUT +18, p in v, oral (f), fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cursing, not proofread sorry :)

words: 2k

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“Baby, I’m back!” you shout from the door closing it.

“Hey” he says without taking his eyes off the sheet of paper he’s writing and drawing on.

“You’re still with that?” you complain.

He has spent the entire afternoon writing the new campaign. He was having a hard time with his creativity and imagination lately. He couldn’t think of anything, nothing that was good enough. You were gone for a couple of hours to help Robin buy a new outfit to wear for a date she has —and you bought something for yourself too while you were there.

“Yeah, I had to start again” he quickly answers. It was the truth though, at first he started with something, but as he read it again, he realized it was too basic, he had definitely wrote something similar before. So he threw that away and forced himself to keep thinking until he got something good. He started with a new idea, but he still was having a hard time. He had to finish it though, the campaign was in three days.

“Eds, you’ve been with that all day” you complain again.

“Shh, wait, wait” he lift a hand making a stop sing so he could keep writing.

Your eyes widened at this attitude, you were clearly bothering him. He kept writing, completely ignoring you. You sigh and walk away thinking of what you could do.

More time passes, maybe half an hour, and he still didn’t even lift his head from the paper. You could see his frown or his stressed expression, cursing under his breath or mumbling something to then write it on the paper in front of him.

You sigh louder. Nothing.

You get into the bathroom with what you bought. Closing the door and opening the box inside the bag, you take out your new thigh high boots. Black, leather, shiny.

You have had your eye on them for a while, and when Robin asked you to come shopping with her you had your opportunity to finally purchase them. You came home exited to try them on and show them to your boyfriend whom you were a 100% sure would go crazy over them.

The problem was he’s ignoring you. But you have an idea.

You take your clothes off. Shirt, pants, shoes, underwear. You put the boots on and you feel powerful, sexy, confident.

You walk out of the bathroom with a smirk, feeling yourself. Eddie’s still clueless, eyes and attention completely taken by his work.

You walk over to him until you’re behind the chair he’s sitting on. You hug him from behind, slowly passing your hands from his shoulders to his arms and land on his torso.

He keeps erasing words on the paper and writing over them.

“Eds, can I get your attention for just one second?” you whisper on his ear.

“Mhm”

You walk a few steps to stand in front of him, still touching his arm with one hand.

His face changes so beautifully. From a stressed frown and faintly pursed lips, to a slightly open mouth, doe eyes going up and down your body, not deciding what to land on. Your pretty face, startling breasts, voluptuous hips, or black thigh high boots making him go week on the knees.

“I wanted to show you what I got today, do you like them?” you say innocently, like you’re not completely naked but the sinful pair of boots on you.

He whispers your name, almost whimpering.

You very slowly spin around to show him all sides of the boots on you, but the boots weren’t the only thing he was looking at. Gazing at your back and ass first.

“What do you think?” you tease.

“Baby” he definitely whimpers now. “Fuck”

“What? What do you want” you softly ask him.

“Want you” he simply says.

“Okay” you move the notebook and the pens on the table to a side, forgetting about them, and take a sit on the table right in front of him. You open your legs planting your covered feet on either side of him on the chair. His gaze goes straight to your pussy. “I think you know what to do now”

His face quickly shoves into your centre and you moan surprised. He starts making out with your pussy making you even more wet.

“Mmh, slowly baby” your hand stokes his hair and he slows down running his tongue through your folds. “Fuck”

Then he focuses on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his hands grabbing your thighs that are on both sides of his head. “Eddie, you’re doing so good baby”

He moans at the praise and you keep talking to him, making his erection hurt. “Right there, what a good boy, so good for me baby” One of his hands leaves your thigh to start palming himself through his jeans.

“You better not be doing what I think you are” you say and his eyes open to watch you with guilt. “Are you touching yourself without asking me first?”

“Please, it hurts” he complains.

“Never told you to stop eating me out” you order and he goes back to your pussy. “You were doing so well, why do have to misbehave?” you say disappointed. “First you ignore me all day acting like I’m not here and paying more attention to your game than me, and now you’re not even grateful I’m not punishing you but also you touch without permission”

His tongue stops moving, he slowly pushes his head back and a smug smirk forms on his face.

“What are you doing?” you ask getting angry.

“You’re such a spoiled brat” he laughs pursing his lips. “Was that why you did all that fucking show for? Cause you needed attention?”

“Eddie-“

“No. Get off the table and turn around” he orders now. You move slowly still doubting. “Quicker baby” he mocks your tone from before.

You stand facing the table with him now stood up behind you, no longer sat down. He pushes you down so your front is pressed against the table. You moan surprised. His hands run through your back, your ass and your legs covered by the boots.

“I love these new boots by the way, you look absolutely sinful with them” he says. His hands go back up to your ass, groping it, and smacking it once. One hand lowers to your core, running his fingers through it and slowly pushing two in, you moan. “Such an attention whore” he goes quicker, you can hear the squelching from how wet you are.

His thumb starts working on your clit and you try to hold onto something but all you find is the endless table. You don't even try to be quiet while his fingers work inside of you, he curls them touching just the right spots.

You clench around his fingers and he notices. “You’re gonna cum baby?” He asks and you nod. “Answer me, use your words”

“Yes, Eddie!” you moan. And just when you’re about to release, just when you were feeling the pleasure build up in your belly, it suddenly stops, he took his hand out. A whine comes out of your mouth before you could even think about it, a sign of complaint.

“You think you can act the way you did and still cum anytime you want?” he asks sarcastically. “Such a slut, coming out naked wearing only these fucking boots, just for me to look at you for a bit. Was it too long of day without my attention on you? I don't know how you did it before me, princess"

If he was hoping for an answer he didn't get one. I don't think the right expression for your state right now could be 'fucked out' because you didn't even get to cum. Maybe it was because of that, your mind could only think of his fingers, arms, torso, tattoos, neck, lips. His dick. Basically just Eddie.

Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Who, speaking of, lifts your upper body so you're standing up against him. "You okay, princess?" he softly asks, no longer teasing or rhetorically asking.

You nod you head. "Just want you, please, Eds"

"Want you too, baby" He confesses, you can tell he's softer now. He takes his shirt off and lowers his pants along with his boxers. He takes a sit on the chair behind him and helps you turn around so you can sit on his lap. "Are you comfy there?"

"Mhm, very" you bite your lip and give a smile.

He starts kissing you, bringing your body even closer to his, chest to chest. His hands run all of your back, to your ass and thighs. Your hands tug at his hair which makes him groan against your mouth.

It's a heated kiss, to show how much you need each other right now. He positions the head of his cock on your entrance and you understand what he wants. You push it in, slowly, until it's all in. He groans louder, you moan higher.

You start going up and down with his help, he's holding your hips and guiding your moves. Up and down, side to side, front to back. Moves that just make it feel amazing.

You keep kissing, swallowing each other's moans that are louder and louder each time. He kisses your neck, or more like attacks it with kisses, licks and bites that leave marks behind.

"Fuck, Eddie!" that's all you can say, a variation of profanities and his name. But he loves it and drives him crazier than anything else.

He grabs your hips harder holding you in place and starts bucking his thrusts upwards hitting your spot even harder.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!"

"Princess, fuck, you make me go feral. I fucking love you so -mghh" his voice is groaning and he the only thing he can think of is harder, faster.

You start playing with your clit and he's mesmerized by the sight. Your pussy swallowing him and taking every inch of his fat cock, your puffy and wet clit being played with by your tiny and delicate fingers. He moans louder.

You watch his pretty face, he's checks are red and a slight layer of sweat is making his skin shiny, his mouth is opened in a rounded position, and his eyes are fighting to stay open just so he could watch you.

"Yes baby, play with your clit, fuck you're so wet you're dripping onto my lap, so fucking tight"

Your other hand placed on his shoulder starts grabbing harder pushing your nails into his skin. Your moans are incontrollable.

"'m cuming!" you manage to say.

"Yes please, cum for me, cum on my cock, make a bigger mess baby" he begs and it makes you cum right there with a scream. He keeps fucking into you. "I'm almost there, sweetheart, oh fuck I'm-"

He groans against the skin of your shoulder, grabbing your hips even harder, leaving the marks of his fingerprints. He stops moving once all of his cum is inside of you.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, Eddie helps you to the couch and takes care of cleaning you up.

“Now every time you wear those boots, I’m gonna get hard” you laugh at his joke.

“I’m gonna wear them often, then” you joke now.

“I’m sorry for being a dick today, I shouldn’t have ignored you like I did” he states. “It’s just I’m running out of ideas and I have the campaign is in three days and I feel like everything I have so far is shit”

“It’s fine Eds, I’m just worried about you, I don’t want you to overexert yourself” you explain. “I know you’re against postponing the campaigns but maybe you should consider it. They would understand… and if they don’t I’m gonna have a talk with them”

In the end, Eddie did postpone it for next week. Gareth and Mike were the only ones who got mad, but after Dustin had talked to them, they finally understood.

Dustin had been worried about Eddie too, noticing how stressed he got every time the campaign was mentioned, and was the first one to defend his dungeon master before you even had the chance.

You helped Eddie write the campaign. You read what he had so far and realized you were right from the start, he was overthinking it. But you helped him change the things he didn’t like and helped him with the ending. Finally the campaign was held on Monday, so didn’t waste any more time.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine

[soupforsoup]

Something something luke's mind is so powerful he pulled the moon down and shoved it back into place and was fine, he helped turn off the sun because he thought it was a science club exercise. I am Everyone. Something something his mind is so inconceivable he was able to yell at a monster across dimensions, was able to pull his friends through the walls of a different reality, was so so powerful and so so scared that he gave a noncorporeal psychic alien physical form without even meaning to. Do you think aliens learn to run instead of scaring luke smith. He ran the risk of feeding earth's entire population to an alien just to save his mum. He needs to be alone, to be scared he has to be alone. Mind reading/erasing technology doesn't even work on him, his latent psychic power is literally unquantifiable. You made the monster real luke. He talked a bomb out of going off. He learned and coded in a completely new language in under thirty seconds, he has a perfect memory, he can never forget anything. His worst fear was being replaced and it happened but it was okay, right? Come back and face me! Please don't leave me alone. His centre of the universe died and he works in the organisation she did everything she could to avoid. What did luke get in the will. He macduff-ed his way into killing a guy because according to the stars, he doesn't exist. He's human, technically. Brilliant brilliant brilliant, you think he ever gets sick of it? Just another way to say different. He doesn't dream but he hallucinated the woman who created him, his teeth don't decay, his body will never rot. If the show was realistic he wouldn't have been made to last. He killed people and almost died the day he was born. He was born running and never stopped, because what will be there when he looks back. He has a husband but doesn't talk to his friends. He has a metal dog. I thought it would get easier, but there are always new things coming along to make me feel different.

#luke smith the man that you are I am almost always obsessed with you #he fits into the adric and charlie smith category of whoniverse #the most kicked puppy looking white boys that can and probably have committed genocides #but also can't make tea without fire and injury #luke smith #SJA #the sarah jane adventures #sarah jane adventures #whoniverse #doctor who #whats a queue ass bitch?

[anonymous-dentist]

Someone has gone ahead and dm-ed me with a lengthy explanation for the Guapoverse stuff, so here is the explanation from somebody active in the Twitter community.

Hopefully, with this full explanation, we can all stop fighting and being nasty to each other. Is this really the way we want to present ourselves? We're all really cool people, we shouldn't be tearing each other apart over something as silly as tags.

hey, just wanted to let you know the context of the whole guapoverse in twitter and why people are changing the tags and the ! for the cubitos, since I think the criticism from both sides is just basically miscommunication. the vast majority of the cellbit community in twt (and a lot of people from roier's) are not just disappointed or boycotting the qsmp, they just straight up dropped it (like, the most common opinions I saw regarding the future of the qsmp from both of those communities are either watching only cellbit and roier if they logged in to just not watching even them if they decided to do so). There are a lot of reasons as to why but people have lost the hope they had in the server and in quackity, especially after the way he treated the xenophobia and admins situation. people still love the characters and the story they constructed and think everything cellbit and roier put they effort in is bigger than the platform and "world" they created it. the thing with not using the q anymore and changing the tag is because the project, as much as it brought joy to us in the beggining, caused more pain and harm than good in the brazilian community, both for the viewers and admins affected, so we just really don't want to have a reminder staring at us everytime we want to talk or write about these characters we care so much for. BUT!! I totally agree that the ! system for the cubitos is super confusing, so as a chronically online person in the twt fandom I'll try to explain the system I've seen people using (is not perfect and not as consistent, it's still all very new, but I'll try to explain the patterns I've notice, also it's mostly applied to the guapoduo twt fandom I can't explain the use from other viewers.) people either use g! or just the ! to refer to the qsmp characters, some still use the q! but it's mostly those two. f! from the fuga impossível characters (like f!cell), the c! from chafaland (like c!roier) and other variations from the twt aus (like the great pretender au is gp!cellbit). so it's mostly it I feel like as someone who has not seen the disappointment in real time and seen people coming up with solutions to still enjoy the characters and their story without having to be reminded of the horrible time the community had these last few months, is very valid that you had your reservations to the many changes the fandom had, and I guess it could look like people are just avoiding the server and trying to erase everything related to it but I hope I could give you more context people are still posting under the q!, people are still posting stuff in the qsmp tag, they aren't going after people that are still using it, it's just to distance themselves from it. the whole thing is mostly a twitter thing, I think not even 30 fanfics changed the tags (last I checked), is just people there are the most affected from the xenophobia and wanted to distance themselves (again, in twitter) of the qsmp and quackity fandom. nobody wanted the whole fandom to adapt, nobody wanted a revolution in guapoduo/spiderbit media consumption, it was just a way to distance themselves on twitter. it was just this.

It's a pretty long explanation, but I think it gets everything across that needs to be said.

Nobody needs to be a dick to each other. We need to understand the Guapoverse Guys, but they also need to understand us. We've got some cultural differences between Tumblr and Twitter, and now there are more differences between Guapoverse and Everyone Else.

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2023 Master Post.

This year was my 5th Hypnovember! To be honest, it felt particularly hard-fought since I had a lot of life stuff happening in the background this month. (Nothing traumatic, don't worry.) Still, I managed to write about 10,803 words, record almost 50 minutes of audio, and pay tribute to a lovely friend. I'm likely not doing daily prompts next year but I'm glad I ran this marathon one more time. 5 years is a respectable amount of time to do anything so- I'm proud of myself.

Everything I wrote/created is below! Use these icons to find what looks interesting to you:

Icons- 📰- story 🔊- audio ✅-recommendation list ⭐-Ella's favorites 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or hypnotist in a tub 👻- spooky ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent  👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels  🦄 -mythological creatures   🔥 -explicitly sexy  🔁 switchy switches 😵‍ -intelligence play  🫥-amnesia 🏴‍☠️- Our Flag Means Death fanfic ☕- comfort 🤏-tiny fic 💌-poem 🚫- denial or teasing 🪞-autobiographical or contains autobiographical elements 🧲 old timey mesmerism

Day 1: Dazed 🔊⭐😴

File description: One Take Wonder induction designed to remind you that going into trance isn't difficult at all.

It's OK.

Just drift.

Day 2: Brain Drain M/m(/m) 📰 😴 🌈😍 🔁🏴‍☠️☕

Choice quote: "Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either."

Day 3: Coils (Author/you) 📰 😴 🤏☕

Choice quote: "When I say 'my words coil around you', it IMPLIES control but what it really gives is permission. "

Day 4: Denial 🔊😴🔥🚫

File description: "Denial. That's it. That's all the description you get."

Fun fact: Unless you want spoilers- then head over here

Day 5: Maid (The author/you) 📰 🤏🛀

Choice Quote: "What if you could clean your home and clean your mind at the same time? "

Day 6: Soul Contract (Being/supplicant) 📰 🤏🦄🤪

Choice quote: "So- you say you'll give me your free will?"

Fun fact: This is secretly Good Omens fanfic about Aziraphale (with the serial numbers filed off).

Day 7: Repetition is Hypnotic 🔊👨‍🔬

File description: "Repetition is Hypnotic- what it says on the tin"

Day 8: Addicted (M/f) 📰 ⭐❓😭🛀🪞

Choice quote: "It felt like being owned. It felt like love. Then just as surely as the flood started- it stopped."

Fun fact: This was NOT a fun story to write, partially because it dug up some of my and my friends' worst experiences. I'm glad it's been helpful for some people who have been in some really bad situations, though- I'm hope I did you all justice. You (and we all) deserve so much more than this.

Day 9: Erased (?/f) 💌🛀

Choice quote: "That had all been/Erased"

Day 10: Confidence (F/f) 📰😴🌈🫥❓😍🤪🧲

Choice quote: "'No,' interrupted the young mesmerist. 'I mean- I know this is quite unusual but- I find myself quite fond of you, Harriet.'

Day 11: Attitude Adjustment/IQ Reduced (M/f) 📰⭐😴😍😵‍#🔥

Choice quote: "'That's good, honey,' he encouraged. 'You don't need to think right now. I've got all your bigger thoughts for safekeeping.'"

Day 12: Hyperfocus (The author/you) 📰😴🤏👨‍🔬

Choice quote: "I know you can focus, but can you HYPERfocus?"

Day 13: Smile (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It made her smile."

Day 14: Impossibly Deep (Person/person) 📰🤏❓🛀🫥#

Choice quote: "'Not possible to be this deep, isn't that right?'

'Mmmm not possible. Too deep.'"

Day 15: Shatter 🔊👨‍🔬🛀

File description: Just a quick loopable file with a nice "shatter" mantra

Day 16: Sex Obsessed ✅🌈

Fun fact: Recommendation list of my favorite content from my friend @sex-obsessed-lesbian

Day 17: Corrupted (M/f) 📰⭐🤏❓🔥#

Choice quote: "'I can give you what you want," he said, silkily. "All the submission. All the pleasure. Everything you've been dreaming of...All you need to give me in return,' he continued, 'is your 'no'".

Day 18: Pet 🔊☕😴

File description: I'm a bit sick so- did some nice self hypnosis around the idea of being pet.

Day 19: Elevator (F/f) 📰😴🔁#

Choice quote: "Have you ever ridden the Tower of Terror at Disney World?" Ivy asked.

Day 20: Transformation 🪞⭐

Choice quote: "She didn't know that something could be both campy playacting and extremely real at the same time-the feelings, the bonding, the lingering effects-all of it."

Day 21: Forget 🔊🤪🫥👨‍🔬

File description: "Similar to the style of Samsung's website that helps you forget TV series you've watched, this file is designed to help you forget all of my Hypnovember content for this year- so you can experience it again for the first time!"

Day 22: Hypnotic Hands (F/f) 📰😴#🌈

Choice quote: "But mistress could make anything hypnotic. And today she had made HER hands hypnotic too."

Day 23: ...And Back Down 💌😴😭

Choice quote: "...And back down"

Day 24: Ready to Play (F/m) 📰😴#🪞🛀🚫

Choice quote: "The slight curve of her lip indicated she had something in mind but- had it started?"

Day 25: At Peace (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It was useless to fight against it- although in the beginning she had tried."

Day 26: Shadows (F/f) 📰🌈🚫🛀

Choice quote: "Those shadows of her former self were still there- they helped make her who she was now. Who she was now, though, was happy."

Day 27: Shiny (F/m)📰🤏#😴🛀

Choice quote: "The leather boots weren't 'shiny, shiny' like in the song, but it didn't matter. "

Day 28: Workout (F/f) 📰⭐🛀🚫🔥🌈#

Choice quote: "'I'm going to challenge you a bit today, ok?' she says. 'Are you ready for that?'"

Day 29: Wholesome (The author/you) 📰⭐😂😴☕🪞

Choice quote: "It means something to us, and thus it has meaning"

Day 30: You Win (F/nb)📰😂😍😴☕

Choice quote: "'Hmph,' they responded, grumpily. 'I know what you're doing.'"

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Working Title | Chapter 10

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 7.6k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We wrap up the first day of shooting and Dieter and Belle hang out later that night.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. And dun dun duuuunn…. We get some smut in this one. Let me know what kind of stuff I need to put in here for warnings - I don’t want to spoil anything (there is no P in V in this chapter, but Belle enjoys herself). There’s some angst and a discussion about intimacy issues. Ryan deserves his own warning because that dude seriously can fuck off. Also, a blink if you miss it ED reference.

A/N: These two have not shut up in my head so here's a quicker-than-normal update. I’m a bit nervous about this one, but we’re on the path for these two to have some more um…fun. (As a reminder, I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine!).

Once you both straightened yourselves back up, you and Dieter walked out of the trailer in giggles, basking in the moment you’d just had. Your mind drifted off to what he could have in store for you later, but that’s quickly erased when you spotted Meredith walking toward you.

“Hey, I’ll meet up with you later?” You looked at Dieter, who gave you a knowing nod and a small, but encouraging, smile.

“Good luck.”

“Hey, Belle, you good?” Meredith walked up, brows furrowed.

“Ah, uh, yeah. All good.”

“C’mere,” she motioned for you to follow her.

Ugh, she is totally going to shut this shit down, isn't she. 

You stood in front of her and cautiously looked her in the eyes, “What’s up?”

“Look. I’m not trying to get in your business, I don’t really care what you do in your free time unless it starts to mess with work, but don’t pay any mind to Aubrey – she’s a grade-A asshole and not at all Dieter’s type.”

“Wh-what?” 

“I know what she did, showing you the photos. She's just trying to rile you up. She's like a goddamn shark and smells blood in the water, but seriously she can fuck right off. Earlier when I was getting him ready, do you know what we talked about?” You shook your head. “You.”

“Me?” 

“Yup. Look, he has an interview and photoshoot tomorrow, something that his agent organized. Originally I was going to go work on it, but with it being so early in the production I didn’t want to leave you by yourself, that would be like leaving you to the wolves,” she chuckled. “So, I was going to ask if you wanted to take my spot but Dieter actually brought it up first.”

You were trying to process what was happening. Meredith was seemingly okay with whatever was going on between you and Dieter and wasn’t chastising you about it. She’s almost … encouraging it?

“I think you should do it. It would be great for a few reasons: One. You are talented and can definitely benefit from the exposure. Make a connection with the photographer, you never know what could come from it. Two. Dieter requested you, so it would make him happy, and lord knows we don’t want him getting pissy. And three. It would give you guys a chance to…I dunno…spend a day together away from set.”

“Wh- Meredith, we aren’t… I mean…”

“Oh stop it. Seriously, I wasn't born yesterday and I can see how he looks at you, hell how you both look at each other. I'm not here to tell you to date or fuck or whatever the hell you want to do with him. But, I will say, I’ve never seen him this … relaxed…so early in a shoot. He seems happy and lighter and I think that’s maybe because of you and your little trip yesterday.”

“Ha, yea that seems to be the talk of the set, isn’t it?” The reality of the situation started to flood back again – the photos, the comments, the looks, and the whispers from the set.

“Look, you’re young.” You roll your eyes because you know by Hollywood standards mid-30s was practically ancient. “You’re in a beautiful place and a handsome man is losing his shit over you…take advantage of it and have some fun!” She smiled, grasping both of your shoulders and shaking you slightly.

Lunch was set up for the cast and crew in a ballroom. Walking in, you spotted the back of Dieter’s head sitting at a table with a couple of the writers and the assistant director. They’re all pouring over scripts and you can see Dieter animatedly talking. 

Scanning the room, you clocked Aubrey looking at you and you wished you could go over there and smack the ever-living shit out of her, but Indy bounded up to you, pulling you back to reality.

“Babe! What the fuck? Where did you go?”

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” your eyes go from left to right.

“Got it, but are you … good? Dieter was in such a shitty mood during that last take.”

“Y-yea, I’m good. Really good,” you smirked which made her playfully slap your shoulder. “But shh, I promise I’ll tell you later. Did you eat already?”

“I did, they’re gonna call us back to do some blocking soon. But make sure you eat something, please. I know how you get when you’re busy.”

There she was again being the mom and looking out for you.

“I promise, Ind.”

“Ok, I gotta go pee but I’ll see you in a bit, love ya!” She gave you a quick hug.

A loud whistle cut through the room, pausing everyone’s conversations. It was the assistant director giving a 10-minute warning before everyone was due back on set.

Ugh.

It was one of the downsides of your role. You had to be ready for everyone else’s beck and call, which left zero time for yourself. Makeup artists and hair stylists had to be on for their clients, so that meant little time to eat, or even go to the bathroom. 

After a quick scan of what was left of the buffet, you grabbed half of a sandwich and some chips, figuring it was the most portable option, and headed back to set.

On your way back, you were intercepted by Danny.

“Hey, Belle!” He smiled at you.

“Hey!”

“Um, listen, uh… Dee wanted me to give this to you.” He tried to discreetly hand you an envelope that looked very much like the jacket for a room key. “Don’t open it…it’s the room key,” he whispered.

“A room key? Wait what?!” you whispered back, eyes furrowed.

“Yea, he said to use it for later-” he cut himself off, hitting his forehead with the palm of his forehead. “Shit, he was supposed to talk with you before. Um…uh. Just uh, pretend when he brings it up?”

What the fuck is he even talking about?

“Um, okay, Danny.”

“K, um…I’m gonna… go,” he gestured behind him, clearly flustered that he foiled whatever plan his boss had in mind.

You tucked the key into your bag and kept walking, making your way to the chairs set up behind the monitors so you could quickly sit and scarf down your sandwich. A presence was suddenly behind you and you tensed up thinking it may be Aubrey or someone else, but you relaxed when you saw Sam.

“Hey doll,” he said in his low, Southern twang.

“Hey, Sam. Your hair is actually looking pretty good for after lunch,” you smirked. “Here, let me get you set up.” 

He motioned for you to stop, “Nope, you gotta eat, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere…so…you doing ok?”

You were thankful you had just taken a bite, so you had a few seconds to try and figure out how to respond. “Hmm…yea, all good.”

“Ok, cuz you looked like you were about to throw up earlier,” he chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, well, some shit came up that I wasn’t really prepared for.”

“Photos from yesterday?”

“Jesus, does every fucking person here know?” He nodded. “Ugh, yeah. And I was a dumbass and looked at some comments and … how do you do it, Sam, when people say shit about you and what you’re up to?”

He let out a long sigh, “It’s definitely not easy, but I have it a lot easier than you ladies that’s for damn sure. You just gotta ignore it, otherwise, it’ll really fuck with your head.”

“Ok everyone places please, can we get touch-ups done please?” The assistant director called out.

“Ugh fuck,” you groaned as you took one last bite before wrapping up the rest of the sandwich. “C’mere, Sam let’s get you sorted out and back to looking handsome," you winked as he rolled his eyes.

The two of you walked to where the next scene was going to be filmed. Once you added some more powder to his face, you turned your attention to Indy, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Meredith and Dieter walk up. You slyly snuck a quick glance over to him and he smiled at you.

The scene took about an hour, but everyone was in relatively good spirits. Again, it was so mesmerizing watching Dieter work and you tried not to stare at him when you were called over for touch-ups between takes.

The fatigue of the day started to creep up on you. Standing for the majority of the day wreaked havoc on your lower back and shoulders and all you wanted to do was sit down and relax, but there were still several more scenes to get through that day.

“Ok, that’s a wrap on Dieter for today!” 

Dieter gave a quick wave and thanked the crew on his way off of the set. You saw Aubrey starting to make her way over to him, which made you internally roll your eyes. She was doing her job, after all, but she still annoyed you.

“You ready to go get back into your comfy clothes, Dee?” she asked as he handed her his suit jacket. 

“Uh, yeah…I got it, Aubrey. I'm a big boy, I can handle changing out of a suit,” he chuckled. "I'll leave this for you outside of my trailer."

“Well, if you need any help, just let me know,” she winked.

He turned to find you, a smile washing over his face as your eyes connected. He walked over toward you, his hands at his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Hey! So Liz is almost here, I was going to go see her and we’ll probably have an early dinner together if that’s ok? Can we hang out later?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Come to my room later. I thought maybe we…I don’t know, could watch a movie or something…unwind a bit."

You smirked, “You trying to do the whole Netflix and chill thing, huh?”

He blushed, “Uh…no, I figured we could just stay in tonight since it’s going to be an early morning…” he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering near your ear. “However you want to chill is definitely up to you.” He pulled back, giving you a wink. “Danny has a key for you.”

“Uh, o-ok, yea sounds good.”

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“Dee!” Liz waved at him as she walked through the lobby, a phone in each hand, balancing her computer bag on one shoulder and her weekender bag on the other. A valet was following behind her with the suitcases.

“Jeez, Lizzie, how long are you planning on staying,” Dieter chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he took her bags from her to carry them.

“You know me, I need options,” she teased. “So, how’d it go today?”

“Not bad. Had a bit of a rough finish to that first scene but I think we got it well before the last take, so I’m not too worried. The writers have already started rewriting shit, which is kind of annoying.”

“Well, you know how it is. Once you all get to set they start to get more … creative. I’ll talk to them though to see if I can get some intel,” she winked. “How’s Belle? Did you talk? Seriously, if you need me to fuck off tonight, I totally can!”

“You just got here, besides, it’s our tradition to have dinner on the first night of shooting," he smiled as they made their way to the elevators. "And yeah, I talked with her. Only shitty part was that I wasn’t able to get to her before someone showed her the photos.” He sighed.

“Ugh shit, I was worried about that. How’d she take it.”

“Not well. She practically ran off from set, when I found her she was in tears.” A wave of sadness returned to Dieter’s eyes as he remembered how defeated Belle looked when he walked into the trailer. “She fucking looked at the comments…”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yea. So needless to say, that led to us talking…and then not talking,” he winked.

“Ooookay cowboy, don’t need all of the details.” she chuckled as they both stopped in front of the elevators.

“Anyway, she still has a couple of scenes left to shoot and then they have to clean up and get ready, so it’s going to be a while. I figured you and I could get an early dinner and then you can relax…I’m sure you're tired.”

“Sounds good, don’t forget though, we have an early start tomorrow…keep that in mind when you’re enjoying your, uh, evening.”

“Ha noted. Hey, for tomorrow, do you know who is doing wardrobe?”

“Ugh yea I do hold on, let me check.” She checked one of her phones, going to an email with the full list of who was working. She had already swapped out Belle’s name for Meredith’s. “Ok… wardrobe…looks like it’s…Aubrey.”

Dieter groaned. “We’re going to need to change that. Can you work on that?”

“She’s your wardrobe person, Dee…she’s harmless.”

“Nah, not so much. She and Belle…it wouldn’t be good.”

“Ah, gotcha. Okay well, let me see what I can do, no guarantees though.” She started frantically typing away on her phone. 

The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. Dieter checked in a couple of times, letting you know he and Liz were going to dinner at one of the resort’s restaurants. He also sent a message saying he missed you, which kept a permanent smile on your face the rest of the day.

Every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was a message from him. Although she didn’t say anything, Meredith smiled to herself, noticing the change in your demeanor from the morning.

"Ok, that's a wrap for today, everyone. Thanks for a great first day. Let's do it all again tomorrow!"

There was a smattering of applause as everyone started to scatter from the set. You, Meredith, Brianna, and the rest of the makeup and hair department went to the trailer to put things away and clean up.

"Ok, I think that just about does it. Hey Belle, you're good to go, I know you have an early morning shoot…thanks a lot for doing that!" Meredith gave you a knowing smile.

"Oh ok, sounds good. Uh, thanks for today Brianna, you did a great job! For tomorrow, just remember the setting spray for Indy and please remind Sam to stop touching his damn hair so much," you chuckled as you gathered your things.

"You got it, I'll see you later!"

You weren’t quite sure where Indy ran off to, probably somewhere with Sam if you had to guess, but she wanted you to text her when you were done.

Belle: Hey, we’re done. Where are you?

Indy: I’ll be right there.

While you waited for her outside of the trailer you decided to text Dieter.

Belle: Hey! Just wrapped, so I'm headed up.

You figured he was still busy so you had time to quickly freshen up, hopefully with Indy’s help. It made you feel a little intrusive to go into his room without him being there, even if he gave you permission. Your phone buzzed and you looked down expecting to see a text from Indy.

Dieter: nice! We're wrapping up soon, Lizzie wants dessert. You'll beat me but please make yourself comfortable. I'll be there soon.

Dieter: Order yourself some room service…get whatever you want.

“Phew, what a day huh?” You looked up to see Indy who was eyeing you quizzically. “So…what are you getting up to tonight?” She waggled her eyebrows.

You shushed her as you both walked towards the elevators. 

“Well, Dieter gave me this.” You showed her the room key as she tried to stifle her screech.

“Holy fucking shit Belle!”

“Yeah, he told me to go in and make myself at home and order room service,” you giggled, trying to contain your blush.

“How long do you have?” The elevator dinged and you both got in.

“I don’t know, he said that they’re wrapping up but I feel like I don’t have a ton of time.”

“Hmm ok, so a shower is probably out of the question.”

"I need to change out of this, I've been wearing it all day."

As the elevator got to your floor, Indy jumped out and pulled you down the hallway. “Ooo yay! Ok, so what do you wanna wear? Something that's probably easy to take on and off…Ow! That hurt," she giggled as you playfully slapped her arm as she unlocked the door. "Ok, strip, we are doing a full reset."

She made a beeline to your room where she promptly started to rifle through your drawers as you peeled out of your jeans and took your tank top off. 

"Here's this…put this on," she handed you the obnoxious hot pink lace thong she forced you to buy a few months ago when you were looking to spice things up with Ryan. She then tossed you a simple pair of black lounge pants that came to your mid-calf.

"Really, Ind," you held up the thong with an eye roll.

"Yes, and honestly you should be proud of me. I was first going to suggest no underwear at all…and then I was going to give you the volleyball shorts…so this is really good for me. Growth I'd say," she said sarcastically which sent you both into giggles.

Your phone buzzed.

Dieter: We're wrapping up and I'm headed upstairs. You get in ok?

"Fuck, Indy, we need to hurry. He's on his way back."

Belle: Awesome, see you soon. And yeah, all good!

You both frantically looked for a top, deciding that the bra you had on could stay. You bickered back and forth on the top before you landed on an old concert tee even though Indy let you know her annoyance.

"I wanna be comfortable Indy, we are just gonna hang out and watch a movie or something."

"Uh ok sure. Listen, you should probably also lay out your clothes for tomorrow while you're at it," she winked.

You didn't want to put any pressure or expectations on what the night would bring but ultimately decided that future you would appreciate it since you had to get up at an ungodly hour. 

Checking the time, you gave yourself a quick spritz of body spray and pulled your hair out of the clip, letting your loose waves cascade down.

"Shit, I need to go. Wish me luck?"

"You got this babe!" Indy smiled, smacking you on the ass as you walked out. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Actually…in this case, yes please, do whatever I would do!" She shouted down the hall.

You had just put the key into the door to unlock it when you heard the elevator ding. You turned your head to see Dieter rushing out, a bottle of something in his hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

"Hey…I thought you were already here…you changed," he quickly closed the distance between you both, stopping just in front of you. 

"Ha, yea…sorry. Fifteen hours in jeans is my limit," you chuckled.

"Well, I'm not complaining, so don't apologize. I just figured you'd ordered your food already, here let's get inside," he opened the door, ushering you in.

He had changed too. He wore a light-wash pair of jeans with a simple plain, black T-shirt. It was distracting how handsome he looked in such a simple outfit.

"Here, order whatever you want," he handed you the room service menu as he put down the bottle he was carrying and emptied out his pockets onto the kitchen island.

*What ya got there," you nodded toward the bottle.

"Liz got me some sparkling wine, to celebrate the first day of shooting. I…uh…honestly don't drink a lot these days, but I figured maybe we could share it?"

"Y-yea sure!"

He smiled, seeming almost relieved by your answer. He moved to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet behind you as you kept perusing the menu with your back to him. You didn't notice him approach you, until you felt his hands reach around you, effectively caging you in as he set a wine glass down on either side of you. The warmth you felt on your back from his chest made your breath hitch, and goosebumps followed as you felt him lean forward.

"I missed you," his breath felt hot on your ear.

It made you dizzy how he could go from being cute and flustered one minute to so seductive in a matter of seconds. But here he was kissing your neck, making you forget where you were. You bit down on your lower lip to stop the moan that almost inadvertently came out.

"Decide on what you want?" He said into your neck.

"Hmm…what?"

"To order, anything look good," he pulled away from you and headed around the island to where he left the bottle. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than his forearms as he worked to get the cork popped off. He was oblivious to your ogling and carried on filling your glasses.

"Um. Yeah…let me call it in." You walked over to the phone. "D'you want anything?"

He smirked before shaking his head. "Uh, no I'm ok…for now," he handed you a glass and you clinked them together as you placed an order for a club sandwich and fries. 

"Wanna sit?" He gestured to the couch in the living room once you hung up the phone.

"Oh my goodness, please. I've been wanting to sit all damn day," you sighed.

He smiled and led you to the couch and you sat crisscrossed facing him, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You both chatted for a bit, catching up on the rest of each other's day while sipping on your drinks as you waited for your food to arrive. It was fun to just relax and laugh, Dieter was so easy to talk to. 

He set his glass down on the coffee table, you noticed that he hadn’t really drunk much of it. Yours was almost empty, making you a bit self-conscious, but you finished it and also placed it down on the coffee table

"So whatd'ya wanna watch?"

"Honestly, whatever is fine. I can't guarantee that I'll stay awake through the whole thing though," you yawned.

"If you're tired, baby, then we can go to sleep after you eat."

Did he say "we"?

"You…ah, you can go to sleep," he shook his head, realizing his slip. "After you eat."

"I wouldn't want to dine and dash on you." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling a bit bolder thanks to the liquid courage.

“Oh we would not want that…c'mere," he leaned back into the crook of the couch, his arms extended inviting you in.

You snuggled your head into his chest, his broad shoulders wrapping you in an embrace. You sat like that for a few moments, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat against your ear.

"Looks like you have some options," he said as he kissed your temple and you felt the prickliness of his beard.

This sweet yet simple gesture shouldn't have affected you the way that it did, but you closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, managing to squeak out, "Mmm, which are?"

"One, after you eat, we could watch a movie and if you fall asleep you fall asleep…here. I'd prefer to tell you goodnight than have to send you a text." You felt him smile into your hairline, giving you another light kiss on the forehead. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Two, you eat, and then go back to your room, which while not my first choice is perfectly acceptable."

"Are those my only options?"

"Hmm. Or, while we wait for your food to get here, we find something a bit more…stimulating…to help keep you awake."

The drop in his vocal register sent an electric current down your whole body. He lightly traced circles on the top of your shoulder with one hand and along your thigh with the other, causing your mind to get foggy.

"Hmm, you pose some c-compelling choices," you shuddered as he shifted to start peppering kisses from your neck down to your collarbone. 

He stopped to look up at you with a smug smile, clearly having fun seeing how his actions affected you.

"Glad to hear. You know, I can help build an even more compelling case if you'd like," his fingers threaded through your hair as he leaned in for a kiss.

Being reunited with his soft lips again made you ache for him. You kissed him back deeply, opening your mouth hoping he'd explore like he did earlier today. His whimpers made you lose all semblance of thought – your body just took over. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, which caught both of you by surprise. He stopped to check in on you, searching your eyes as you gave an encouraging smile and a small nod.

I want this. I want him.

His hands moved from your face down your body. You felt the pressure of each of his fingers as he worked his way from your upper back down your spine to your waist, hugging your curves before ultimately stopping on your ass. 

I guess he’s an ass guy.

The urgency of your kisses was enough to give him the license to squeeze and caress you more. Your body responded to his touch and, as if by instinct, you began to rock onto his lap, slowly grinding and feeling his length growing. You were a bit self-conscious at first, but the sounds that caught in his throat continued to encourage you. On one of the passes he made with his hand, he inadvertently caught the hem of your shirt, causing you to tense, and bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, sorry," he quickly pulled back, returning his hands to your waist.

"No, that's ok," you panted. "I-I want you to." You moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt as you looked up at him, his eyes dark. "But c-can we turn the lights down first?" You didn't mean your voice to sound so small when making the request.

He pulled back more, resting his back and head against the couch as his brows furrowed. "Now, why would I want to do that?" He smirked. "I wanna see you baby."

You shook your head and looked down.

Ugh, stop it. You're going to ruin things and make it weird because you can't shut the fuck up.

"I can see the wheels turning sweetheart, tell me what you're thinking," he leaned back up rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You felt vulnerable and exposed, even though you were still fully clothed. Your insecurities were right at the surface and it felt raw. In other situations, this would have made you completely disassociate and shut down, but Dieter’s concern made you want to chip a bit at the wall you had built.

I guess now is a better time than any.

"Look, I know you told me I didn't have to explain, but I want to…at least some of it…if that's okay." You went to shift off of his lap, but he brought a firm grasp to your hips, keeping you where you were.

"Of course, tell me whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm here," he gave you an encouraging smile.

You took one of his hands off of your hip and interlocked your fingers so you were holding his hand. His thumb went back and forth over the back of your hand to comfort you.

"Sex…intimacy…it’s hard for me, but I'm sure you gathered that already," you chuckled, trying to ease some tension. "It's always kinda been that way…I guess. Some of the…there’s been experiences that have made me hate my body and…I don't know." You shook your head trying to center yourself.

He listened intently to every word you were saying, attempting to keep a neutral but comforting expression. 

"My last relationship…Ryan…he fucked me up in ways I didn't even realize, still don't to be honest. D'you know for the last…fuck…year, that we only had sex with the lights off?" That caused Dieter to scoff and grip your hand even tighter. "Hell, it was almost always over so fast that I usually was able to keep my shirt on, which was for the best honestly. It's like…I was there as a means to an end or something for him, ya know? Which was fine because… after what he'd said…it almost became like a vicious cycle…I…uh, this probably makes no sense." You felt yourself start to ramble, unable to really articulate the full source of your uneasiness, but Dieter's grasp on your arms grounded you.

"Hey…look, Belle…this is definitely gonna be easier said than done, but I want you to approach this, us, with an open mind. I know I don't know the whole story, but I'm not him. I think you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful…will you let me show you how special I think you are?"

Ugh, he busted out those eyes again. I can't resist this man.

You nodded and he tentatively moved one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning forward again and wrapping his other arm around your waist. He started kissing you again, starting off so tenderly before growing more and more passionate. You couldn't help your panting as he tugged on your hair, exposing more of your neck and letting him trail kisses down your chin, to your neck, and across your collarbone. The hand on your waist started to inch its way to the hem of your shirt until eventually his fingertips successfully breached the hem of your shirt and started to skirt upwards. 

Just before his fingertips brushed across your skin, he pulled back to check in with you. You nodded again and he kept his eyes locked on yours as he moved his hands up. You could barely feel his fingers brush against your skin, that's how delicately he was treating you but it was still enough to cause you to shudder. Your breathing picked up and hitched when you felt one of his palms fully secured at your lower back.

"I knew you'd feel soft," he said as he peppered kisses up from your neck to your lips. 

He moved the other hand to where your waist dipped. He rubbed circles with his thumb as you felt the other four fingers each apply just the slightest bit of pressure to move you closer toward him. 

The closer distance allowed you to more easily run your fingers through his hair. You remembered the growl from earlier in the day when you tugged on his curls so you did it again, smiling against his lips when you heard that sound return.

You began to rock your hips again and pressed yourself forward to push him back against the couch so you were towering over him. Again you felt him smile against your lips as he moved both hands to your hips, helping to guide your grinding even more.

The internal battle was starting to wage in your head. Your heart and body wanted to take over and completely pounce on this man. You'd seen his movies and although it was all simulated, if he was even half as talented as his on-screen portrayals showed, you knew you were in for a treat. But, your mind, that pesky thing that never shuts up, started cycling through all of the negative self-talk that has become second nature for you.

This guy has fucked supermodels, who do you even think you are. He's gonna catch one glimpse of your stretch marks and want to gag.

Your weight fluctuated during your relationship with Ryan, sometimes not by the healthiest means. But little offhand comments here and there made you want to hide yourself from him, no matter the size you were. But here, with Dieter, he was radiating warmth and reverence. And you wanted to reward his patience and care.

Pushing aside the negativity, you pulled back and rested both hands on his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. Concern was etched across his face, but it quickly evaporated as you moved your hands down to your shirt and slowly pulled it off. You closed your eyes as you got the fabric over your face and pulled it off of your arm. When you opened your eyes, you weren't prepared to meet Dieter's gaze right away. Your eyes looked down before making an attempt to look at him, nervous to see what his reaction would be.

What you see was him slack-jawed and scanning your body like he was trying to commit every freckle, blemish, and curve to memory. His breath hitched as he looked at you and you felt his hands, which were resting on your thighs, twitch.

You both stayed looking at each other for a few more moments before he cleared his throat. "I fucking told you you were beautiful."

Seeing his reaction, gave you a much-needed confidence boost. If there was anyone who could erase and repair the damage left by Ryan, you felt as if Dieter was the man for it.

"Show me,” you whispered.

Those two words lit a fire in him. He brought both hands up to your face as his lips crashed into yours. He worked one hand down tentatively, gauging your reaction. Not seeing any resistance, he palmed one of your breasts on the outside of your bra. Your whimper was almost instantaneous, causing Dieter to buck up into you. 

His other hand went to move your strap down, but you decided to do one better and undid your bra, letting it fall in between you. Without breaking his gaze, Dieter grabbed it and flung it behind the couch.

"Jesus, baby…you're so fucking gorgeous…better than I imagined, and I have a really active imagination." His chuckle did wonders to break the tension and keep your mind at ease.

He seemed eager to explore the new territory you offered him, kissing down your neck as he palmed one of your breasts, lightly grazing his thumb across your nipple. You could feel the slick pooling between your legs. You felt everything short-circuiting as he took your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue. It was a combination of this act and who was doing it to you that was sending you down a pleasurable tailspin. If you didn't know any better, it felt like you could come just by him doing this, but you knew that certainly wasn't happening.

With Ryan, orgasms were few and far between for you. He didn't listen to what you wanted, or care, and he would complain when you took too long. As a result, you got very convincing at faking it, anything to get him to stop and just get it over with. After a while, he stopped waiting for you all together and would just move to get his release and call it a day.

"D-Dieter, I…nghh ahh," you moaned as he moved his mouth to your other breast, which was apparently more sensitive.

"This feel good, baby?" He panted against your skin.

"Mmm, y-yea. I…I, shit."

"Let go, c'mon I got you."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, bringing his face even closer to your chest, if that was even possible. He briefly took the one hand that was teasing your nipple off and grabbed your hip, encouraging you to go back to grinding him like you did earlier. Your breathing picked up and you could feel him, thankful for the thin fabric of your pants which made the friction more intense.

"That's it, baby, c'mon now…" he encouraged.

You surprised yourself by how quickly you felt yourself on the precipse. For the first time, maybe ever, you were fully present. Mind and body connected. As he sucked, licked, and nipped, you felt something snap in your mind, like a damn breaking, and you were reeling, reveling in the ecstasy of your release.

You were all moans and pants, as Dieter whimpered into your skin. You felt him tilt his face ever so slightly so he could watch you come undone and you didn't even care. Your head was thrown back working through the after-effects, as Dieter moved to pepper more kisses up into your neck, whispering praise and telling you how pretty you sounded.

As your breathing regulated, you brought your head back level, looking at Dieter. 

"Baby, that was so fucking hot," he kissed you, one hand at the back of your neck and the other around your waist.

The events of the last few moments caught up to you. You were on Dieter's lap, exposed from the waist up and working yourself down from one of the biggest orgasms you had experienced in years all from his mouth. You wanted to show him some care too and moved to the waistband of his shorts before he stopped you, looking a bit sheepish.

"I…uh, I'm gonna need a minute."

You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he was implying. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…um, more than okay," he smirked. "Can't remember the last time this has happened, ha, I can usually last a lot longer I swear." He blushed.

And then it hit you. His whimpering and panting weren't to encourage you, it was because he came with you.

"Shit, really? But I didn't even do anything…"

"Oh yeah you did," he chuckled. "You sounded so pretty," he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "You felt so fuckin soft," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I…couldn't help myself." He finished off kissing your forehead.

You brought both hands to the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss, running your fingers through his curls as both of you smiled into the kiss. And then you heard a knock.

“Room service!”

You tensed and then scrambled off Dieter to find your shirt and your bra.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it…Ah, I’m coming one minute!” he shouted. “Fuck, ah…shit,” he looked down to see a wet spot in his crotch.

“I can get it, don’t worry,” you quickly got your bra back on and threw your shirt on as you padded to the door, opening it to see an older man with a tray. “Hi, thank you so much, I got it!”

He seemed a bit surprised to see you, probably because he had heard Dieter’s voice.

“Here you go, Mrs. Bravo,” he went to roll in the cart before you stopped him.

“Ah, I can just take the tray, thank you so much,” you smiled, wanting to get the door closed as soon as possible. 

Just then, Dieter came up behind you, handing the man a folded-up bill, “Thanks Lou, that will be all.” He stayed pressed against you so you hid the mess that was his jeans.

“Mahalo, Mr. Bravo, have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, Dieter looked at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Mrs. Bravo,” he winked.

“Ha, I was so overwhelmed, I can’t fucking think straight,” you blushed and saw the corners of Dieter’s mouth turn up.

“You can eat on the couch. I’m gonna go…ah…change.”

“Oh sure, yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He carried the tray to the living room, putting it on the coffee table before heading off to his room. You turned your head to watch him just in time to see him pulling his T-shirt over his head. You immediately snapped yourself around so he wouldn’t catch you staring. You saw the slightest glimpse of his back and shoulders and it sent a tingle down your body. You were then thankful for the fact that you were wearing black pants because you knew for sure there would have been a visible wet spot if you had on a lighter color.

You pull the top off of your plate and start to dig into your sandwich. You were mid-bite when you heard footsteps behind you. Dieter had switched into a slouchy dark gray shirt with gray shorts.

“How is it?”

“Mmm, good,” you said through a full mouth. “You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you,” you added once you swallowed your bite.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “How’s Jurassic Park sound?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! But I apologize in advance for quoting it.”

It was cute that he remembered it was your favorite movie. As the opening credits started, Dieter quickly got up and headed to the kitchen. He came back carrying a small box of cookies with a smirk on his face.

“We’ll need something sweet,” he winked.

He helped you finish your fries and once you were done, you leaned back against him on the couch. It felt so natural, so normal, as if you’d done this for years. You felt his chest, firm beneath you as his arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your arm. His heartbeat was strong in your ear, and you felt as if it was going a little bit faster than it should. It was his breathing though, that soothed you and lulled you to a relaxed state. Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

“Belle, hey baby.”

Dieter’s voice sounded far away, but you realized it was because you were waking up. You blinked and saw him looking at you, the beautiful John Williams score playing softly in the background over the end credits.

“Hey…sorry I fell asleep, I told you,” you smiled, still trying to wake up. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to, just stay here,” he kissed your temple. “I know that sounds like a line, but we can just sleep…please?” 

Those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. Fuuuuck. Who am I to resist his request?

“We don’t have to do anything, I…it would just be nice to be close to you is all,”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“Yeah?” He got the biggest grin and when you nodded to confirm, he shot up and brought you with him. He held your hand as he led you down the hall. 

“Ah um, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’m going to make sure everything is locked and turned off, kay?”

Dieter left you in his room and you went to the ensuite bathroom to pee. Coming out of the bathroom, you saw Dieter walk into the bedroom. He looked nervous, but excited as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Do you have a preference?” he pointed to the bed.

“Ah, I’ll take this side, I guess. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both somewhat awkwardly made your way to the opposite sides of his king bed, pulling back the sheets.

Holy fucking shit. I’m getting in bed with Dieter Bravo.

You both crawled in and faced each other.

“Comfy? Need more pillows or anything?” Dieter half got up ready to go fetch whatever you needed.

“N-no, I’m ok.”

“Ok good,” he turned to the nightstand next to him, taking off his glasses and placing them next to his phone as he turned off the lamp. You followed his lead and turned off your lamp too.

He left the blinds open, so the moonlight shone in, illuminating his face. You studied each other’s faces again while exchanging coy smiles. 

“Did you set an alarm?”

“Oh shit, yes, I need to do that.” You got up and reached for your phone double checking that all four of your alarms were set. “Shit, I’m going to need to charge this.”

“Here, use mine,” he reached for your phone, plugging it in once you handed it to him.

When he turned around he moved a little bit closer, resting his hand outside of the covers on your hip. As if the magnetic pull was turned up a notch, you moved yourself closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “I meant what I said, we can just go to sleep. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying anything.”

“I know.”

“But, can I hold you?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You turned yourself around, moving yourself further back until you felt his chest again. He was so warm, like a furnace. 

“Where do you want my hands - over or under the covers.” He whispered in your ear.

“Under is good with me.”

Your thought you felt his cock twitch at that, but you reasoned away that he was shuffling. 

You didn’t realize how big his hands were until his palm was splayed on your stomach, holding you. It felt so strong, so secure. It didn’t take long before you felt his breathing slow down and you turned your head enough to see his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful as he slept and you wished you could turn to face him just to study his face and commit it to memory. But you didn’t want to move a muscle for fear of waking him. His breathing, low and steady, lulled you off to sleep soon enough.

You stirred at one point in the night, turning before realizing how cold the bed was next to you. You reached out your hand instinctively to feel Dieter’s warmth, but you were met with emptiness. You opened your eyes and noticed the bed was empty and Dieter’s glasses were missing from the nightstand. 

You got up and saw no sign of Dieter in the room.

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A/N: There’s still a lot Belle needs to work through regarding intimacy, so as much as I wanted these two to just go at it and go further, it’s going to take time.

As always, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my little story. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes …it makes my day!

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#working title fic #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter x reader

[nburkhardt]

💚 for Steddie, for the heart ask game? <3 (<-text heart of gratitude; thank you if you do fill the prompt!)

<3 of course!! These are fun!!

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

….I was a Once Upon a Time fan from ABC So taking some inspo from it lol.

~

This is probably the strangest day of his life.

That’s definitely counting the day Dustin entered his life. That did flip his world upside down, for the better of course but still. Point stands, Dustin was the biggest surprise and he thought that that was going to be the only thing to change his life.

But really, he should’ve known his kid would bring more changes to his life. Because turns out, a lot of turns and twists was going to happen to him.

Much like right now and it’s turning out to be very exciting plot twist.

“So? You gonna do it?”

Steve shakes his head, blinks and blinks before looking back at Dustin. Who’s smiling huge and hopping in place like a puppy, hugging the book close to his chest.

He looks back at the bed, at the person laying there under the covers. Wires and machines around them, beeping and humming. It’s a stark sight compared to what he’s seen in the book.

“Dustin, are you sure about this?” He says instead of answering, “just, we can get kicked out and sued if I do it”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I’m positive, don’t you feel anything? You’re so close together, you gotta be feeling a pull”

There was a sudden shift the closer they got here, even more so when he came to a stop at the door. But he thought it was just from being in the hospital.

“I guess” he sighs and closes his eyes before breathing deep and taking the last few steps and looks down at the pale face along with the wild curls.

Steve leans down, bringing a hand to brush the curls away and presses his lips to the other’s lips. It’s seems a little simple for the feeling that urges through him.

It brings twin gasps, nearly knocks him down and suddenly everything is clicking so much faster now.

There’s joyful excitement coming from behind him and breathless laughter in front of him, that it takes him a moment to even comprehend what just happened, because “holy shit, Dusty, you were right”

“I told you!”

The laughter in front of him gets louder and Steve looks at them, “Took you long enough, Charming.”

It brings a smile to his face, the nickname especially brings a rush of excitement to race through him. “Still the same old cheeky captain, Eds”

Eddie grins at him, “of course, my love, always for you”

They smile at each other another moment before Steve leans back down to kiss Eddie properly, it’s just as magical. Eddie brings up his hand to his face and Steve holds his own against it, pressing their foreheads together to catch their breath.

“So, you gonna thank me for being right?”

Steve doesn’t have to turn around to know what Dustin’s face look like. He can already see the smug expression, but he refuses to acknowledge it.

He’s back with his true love, his Eddie, and he’s going to focus on him instead of letting their kid gloat about this.

Send me a heart/prompt and ship, I’ll write a mini fic!

So. Uh, I should clarify I just threw a lot of ouat storylines into this with no context. So a quick background: fairytales exist and Steddie got cursed. Steve’s memory was erased/locked away, Eddie was cursed to sleep (memories included) and Dustin is their kid who gets a book with their story. Obviously.

#steddie #solarmorrigan #nburkhardt writes #btw half way through this i decided it’s also omegaverse hahaha #so take that as you will #you don’t have to imagine it that way #also if you watched ouat know that Eddie’s Hook and Steve’s Emma :)

[littlegayassbitch]

GUYS IMPORTANT PLEASE VOTE ON THIS POLL IT'S FOR A SCHOOL PROJECT I NEED THE DATA FOR THIS REALLY BADLY PLEASE

Please please please vote, I'm doing a speech on why we need better and mandatory LGBTQ+ rep in sexual education for my leadership class.

reasons for why I'm doing my speech on this: I heard two 6th graders talk about a hypothetical person they would marry, they were asking those eraser things that you flip with yes and no on them and asked if the person they'd marry would be a woman, it landed on yes, and then asking if they'd be trans, when the eraser landed on yes, they began referring to them as an 'it' and said: "oh, so it's just a man then."

By grade 6 you should know that that's not true?? Or okay to say out loud??? my school likes to say it's diverse and accepting, but I've seen people glare at the GSA slides in the morning announcements, I've seen kids stop being friends with someone because they were gay, I've seen people being deadnamed, people being outed, people using 'gay' as an insult, and I really do wonder where they got the notion that they were accepting from. I mean, it could be worse, but it SHOULD be better.

so yeah anyway please vote in my poll it'd make me sososososo happy, (only if you want, but I am urging you to) please!!!

#poll #cw transphobes #i guess #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #lgbt representation #lgbtq issues #please vote #please reblog #school curriculum #long post

[blue-b-bro]

Izzy and the candles

(kinda about Izzy's arc)

So I’ve finally sat down and looked closely into the candle scenes and after analyzing them, I’ve came to the conclusion, that they’re about the state of Izzy’s feeling towards Ed, how he deals with them. (if you have other ideas please share)

Let’s look at the scenes, shall we? (it's Izzy's POV, not what I think about his actions)

S1e3:

- He's not interested in meeting. - What? - 🕯️I explicitly told him… Blackbeard desired his company.

- But does he know who I am?

- Seemed to, yeah.🕯️ - And still, he said no. - You can "go suck eggs in hell" was his response, I believe. - Fascinating.

Why at that moment? Well, I think he didn’t lie, or at least he didn’t think he did. So he’s not punishing himself or anything. It’s about the whole conflict in s1: Izzy desires Ed’s company, wants Ed to desire his company. Izzy thinks, he knows Ed, but it turns out, he doesn’t know him so well.

He’s burning his hand by getting too close, just like his possessiveness ultimately only hurts him and Ed in the process. His feelings are so intense it’s actually destructive.

S1e7:

“🕯️Bonnet comes along, and he's like, "Oh, Oh, Blackbeard, I really love... I love the way you dress. I love the way your hair, your beard, and all that." I tell ya, I would've ripped his fuckin' head off. And I would have had him, too, I would have had him…🕯️”

And what is he doing just after that? Making a deal with the English. Proving that his selfish desire only makes it worse for both of them: Ed leaves him, Izzy made him work for the king.

S2e5:

Now, we need context. After Ed’s visit in s2e2 Izzy realized, that his selfish actions harmed not only him, but actually Ed too. That he was actively helping Ed kill himself, that Ed expected him, to just go with the plan, because he was his boss. That he was a bad first mate, because he almost killed his captain instead of protecting him, and that his way of love was bad, because it made Ed so miserable. So he metaphorically killed his old self (by trying to actually do it), stopped Ed, freed from his orders, and saved the crew.

He kept it mostly together until the crew was saved by Stede and then, there was nothing for him to do, no use for him. He may have did that big gesture to become his new self, but that didn’t erase his regrets. He felt responsible for Ed’s state, felt it was his fault for not doing his job, for making Ed hate him, for being useless, everything mixed in one miserable mess. He expected the crew to just let him die from overdrinking, because why would they care? They’re safe now, they have Stede. When the crew made him the new leg, he decided to give himself a second chance, stops drinking and tries to find a way to be of use (see? He didn’t get over it at all)

In e5, right after Ed’s apology (“And whatever that nasty, dark stuff was that brought us here, it's in the past. Which is all I want to say, at the end of the day, is we're trying to move the culture forward.”) he starts whittling the shark. The whole episode is about moving on, but Izzy doesn’t do that. He just buries his feelings deeper.

“Well, this is a pirate ship and I'm a pirate, so, yeah. I'm good with it.” He tells himself that that’s how it is, just like Archie said: “They get away with it and we move on”. Izzy doesn’t expect any apology, doesn’t think he deserves any, but he’s still hurt, he’s still unmoored, without any clear direction in life.

- So this is where all my candles went. And you've used the good ones. - Yep. I'm having to relearn the basics with one leg. [🕯️] - The basics? I think my basics might be a bit more basic than your basics. Actually, it recently occurred to me that... - That you know nothing? That you're a shitty Captain, yeah? - I don't know about that. But Blackbeard did say he credited you with a lot of his skills. - Yeah, well, Blackbeard says a lot of things. But what did he say about me specifically? - Well, specifically, he said you taught him everything he knows. Made him the Captain he is today. Perhaps I could learn at the feet of one of the greats. - Foot. - Oh, yes, foot. Sorry. - Ya know, maybe I could teach even you a thing or two.

“I'm having to relearn the basics with one leg.” He’s basically saying he’s starting anew. He decided to forget the past, to kill his feelings for Ed, all that hurt and sorrow and guilt, just move on.

“Don't know what you're talkin' about. A shark did this. Dangling my legs over the side of the ship. Served me right, too.” It was all his own fault, so he doesn’t need any apology. It was to be expected, so there’s no need to feel hurt or betrayed.

S2e8:

Izzy was telling himself it was his fault he got treated like that by Ed, it was just how pirate’s life worked, everything's fine, but at the same time Stede was happy, grateful and nice to him all episode, showing him, that no, it doesn’t have to work like that, it didn’t have to work like that. His relationship with Ed didn’t have to look like it looked, he could have had better relationship with Ed, if only he let him.

In e6 he’s drinking again.

they both know it’s not about the weather. it’s about Ed’s feelings, Ed feeling it was all too nice and something has to go bad eventually. And Izzy’s on his new track, trying to keep Ed in this better place, the one he so desperately tried to get him out of in s1. He now knows his relationship with Ed and Ed’s life was so miserable because of him, and he tries to fix it, to help Ed get rid of bad habits.

Izzy probably didn’t know how to respond, having mixed feelings about it since he was all about how it was his own fault and Ed apologizing actually contradicts it, forcing Izzy to acknowledge his suffering that he so strongly tried to repress.

“Turn the poison into positivity” it’s kinda like a response to s1e5 where Izzy was opposed/shocked by open culture on the Revenge and now, knowing his old ways were wrong he actually stops, asks what’s that about and tries himself. Izzy sings about looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses, and I think it’s about him wishing Ed and Stede well.

Izzy decided to focus on helping Ed and Stede in their relationship. He realized he was the reason for Ed’s unhappiness, it was him, who made him worse by trying to keep him to himself, and so his own feelings don't matter. His feelings for Ed don't matter, his love doesn't matter, and that’s why he’s all helpful, but at the same time looks tired. After Ed leaves Stede, Izzy finds him at the bar, (always with Stede when Ed isn’t around). He tells him he thinks they’re good for each other, comforts Stede, is ok with talking about their feelings for Ed. He tries to protect Stede from his auto destructive behavior post breakup (not just going along, like with Ed).

Now we’re at e8 finally:

- 🕯️Can't believe I have an audience with the great Israel Hands. That's absolutely astounding. I've always thought you were underrated. I mean, it's absurd, isn't it? Isn't it? That Blackbeard, he gets all this praise, when you are quite clearly the brains of this operation?🕯️ (playing with fire in a safe way, calm) - Ya don't know the first thing about piracy, do ya? - Don't I? - It's not about glory. It's not about gettin' what you want. It's about belonging to something when the world has told you you're nothin'. It's about finding the family to kill for when yours are long dead. It's about letting go of ego for something larger. The crew.

“when you are quite clearly the brains of this operation” Izzy feels responsible for all the bad things that happened to Ed, for his unhappiness. He wanted to follow and serve Blackbeard, not to replace him. He and Ed created Blackbeard, why would he want to have something that was already his? When Blackbeard got all the praise, Izzy was proud. The only praises he needed was those from Ed. (I don't mean he didn't care about being respected by others but appreciated)

“It's not about glory. It's not about gettin' what you want. It's about belonging to something when the world has told you you're nothin'. It's about finding the family to kill for when yours are long dead. It's about letting go of ego for something larger. The crew.”

It’s about Izzy abandoning his selfish desire to be with Ed, to have Ed’s full attention, to have his love, and focusing about caring for others, for his family (Ed and the crew), about their happiness.

And you know what? I think it could’ve been Izzy’s idea to go with Ricky, to be on the front line. That’s very like him and I don’t see other reason for it. The crew is protective of Izzy, it wouldn’t be their idea.

- Ed, I'm sorry. I've been terrible to you. - No, I'm sorry. - No. - What are you apologizing for? I should be the one who's apologizing. - I fed your darkness… Blackbeard. For years, I egged him on, even though I knew you'd outgrown him, but the truth is… I needed him. Blackbeard... it was us. You, me.

I’m happy he said that, I’m happy they finally talked. I’m happy Izzy finally said out laud how unwell he is inside.

bonus:

(⚠️ here comes finale criticism, you’ve been warned ⚠️)

But him dying there was as if Ed died in e5! Oh, he realized his mistakes and started to fix them, but still is very messed up inside. That’s Ed in e5-6. And somehow he got to live after apologizing to Fang, hmm? Yeah, it was very in character for Izzy to get himself killed for Ed, to apologize for his great crimes of *checks hand* misunderstanding, being confused and selfish and being in love with Ed. Understandable. Ed can realize he’s actually worthy of love and forgiveness, but Izzy isn’t? Izzy would agree, but that’s not the point. He wasn’t on the arc towards healing. He was on the arc of realizing how bad of an influence he was and then dying . He was marinating that thought since s2e2. How fun.

Like, yeah, he realized he was selfish and fixed his wrongdoings. But he also thought he was worthless and, ekhem, defiled his captain with his love, wait where did I hear that...

#our flag means death #Ofmd #Ofmd s2 #izzy hands #ofmd meta #edizzy #My bitching at the end is optional lol

[sciatu]

LA TONNARA DI VENDICARI

Colonne che si perdono nel cielo mura che racchiudono la luce finestre che non fermano il vento porte che non dividono scale che salgono verso il passato sono così anche i nostri ricordi ruderi rimasti nella memoria avanzi di vite precedenti resti precari di emozioni spente dove candida e pura si aggira la nostra coscienza cercando senso e motivo di un tempo che non sa cancellare di cose e persone rimaste impigliate nella rete fitta del cuore a confondersi con sogni e dolori. Ruderi come i nostri ricordi che non sono più vita ma che la riassumono ali invisibili dell’anima per seminare le speranze di domani. Non sono così i sogni ed i desideri? vestigia lasciati dal tempo dentro la rete della memoria parti di una realtà cancellata pezzi di un puzzle disfatto semi che l’anima raccoglie onde che si ripetono all’infinito. Il mare qui è solo un coro che ci ricorda continuamente la nostra provvisoria presenza che per altri diverrà ricordo, ambito sogno, inquieto desiderio come questi avanzi di tonnara che guardano l’orizzonte del mare a sfidare eterni il cielo.

Columns that are lost in the sky, walls that enclose the light, windows that do not stop the wind, doors that do not divide, stairs that go up towards the past, our memories are like this too, ruins left in the memory, leftovers from previous lives, precarious remains of spent emotions, where candid and pure, our conscience wanders, looking for meaning and reason, of a time that he does not know how to erase, of things and people entangled, in the thick net of the heart, to be confused with dreams and pains. Ruins like our memories, which are no longer life, but which summarize it, invisible wings of the soul, to sow the hopes of tomorrow. Aren't dreams and desires like this?, vestiges left by time, within the network of memory, parts of an erased reality, pieces of an undone puzzle, seeds that the soul collects, waves that repeat themselves endlessly. The sea here is just a chorus, which continually reminds us of our temporary presence, which for others will become a memory, a coveted dream, a restless desire, like these ruins remains, which look at the horizon of the sea, eternally challenging the sky.

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