#i don’t need to worry about other country’s problems too

[aureatchi]

⛇₊˚ .࿐₊˚✧ BUBBLES IN MY CHAMPAGNE, LET IT BE SOME JAZZ PLAYIN’ . . .OSAMU DAZAI

⟢ SYNOPSIS. the port-mafia was infamous for throwing glamorous holiday parties every year. not only were you attending this time, but you were also finally going to be introduced as the port-mafia boss’ pretty girlfriend! or…that was the plan.

of course, things never go according to plan.

a/n. merry christmas !! adding onto the xmas dazai fics jdjsjwn <3 this one’s vv chaotic.

info. fem!reader. pm boss!dazai. pm exec!reader. fluff, angst, pinch of sugg. there’s DRAMA. mentions of drinking. lil jealousy. dazai is a 💩. the pm is filthy rich lmao. pazenia is a made up country. wc. 3.4k

“Oh my.”

“How do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful.”

The brunette chuckled as he waltzed towards you. You saw him appear behind you through the sizeable full-body mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist as you finished applying your lipstick.

“It looks even better on you.” Dazai’s fingers wandered playfully, tracing the curves the red dress he gifted you hugged so well. The tailoring was so impressive—the dress could fit noone else but you. And indeed, it was made exclusively for you, for the largest and most luxe corporate event of the year.

It was the Port Mafia Christmas party. Everyone was required to attend, and plus-ones were allowed too, stirring even more chaos into the affair. You were a Port Mafia executive—of course you were going, but the night was going to be unique for another reason.

Tonight, the Port Mafia boss would confirm all the rumors…all the gossip circulating the past few months. He was finally making your relationship with him official in front of everyone.

As if everyone still doesn’t know.

Yet you were nervous. Keeping things an enigma actually worked in your favor—besides suspicious stares with muffled voices and jealous women, you didn’t have to worry about much. Dazai would take care of any problem. After all, you trusted him completely.

But now, everyone would know. You and Dazai had gone through all the downsides—you could become a potential target for any enemies, your name would rise even higher on the wanted list, and you could be stalked by frustrated, jealous men…honestly, you two were almost too hot for your own wellbeing.

Just almost, because “I’ll take care of it all. I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you, darling.”

He whispered those words into your ear, sensing your anxiousness as you continued to look at your reflections.

“Please don’t worry.”

He did not speak in his usual teasing, playfully amorous voice. The brunette’s face matched the seriousness of the topic you had both gone over multiple times, making sure that the other wanted to still go through with it. You both didn’t want to force the decision of your relationship upon the other—though it was Dazai who had suggested the idea, the choice rested entirely on you. He ensured you knew you could change your mind anytime you wanted.

And Dazai wished you could see that he truly, would go to the ends of universes to make sure you were safe.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I won’t,” you replied. “I’m only worried about you. I need to be by your side at all times to fight any bad guys that come for you.”

And girls. If you were being honest, you always felt a bit sick thinking about other women wanting him. Maybe this is why your nerves hadn’t backed you out yet…you wanted everyone to know their leader was indeed taken.

Dazai laughed more heartily than he intended to at the comment. He, the now Port Mafia superior commander, known even before as the Demon Prodigy, was being talked to in concern that he needed a sidekick to help him.

Though, he was also the same man whose mind was full of fervor for one girl. You giggled, seeing the apparent blush on Dazai’s face when you fixed his black tie. He was matching with you, of course—his red attire was the ruby scarf.

“Perfect,” you mused when you were done. “Wow, you’re handsome.“

“And you’re ethereal,” Dazai responded, putting on your coat. “Ready to go shock everyone?”

“As if half of the mafia doesn’t already suspect anything between us, Osamu,” you smiled.

“Hmm…you’re right.

“Of course they’d think I’d sought after the prettiest woman in the world.” A coy grin snuck back onto his lips.

…

It was evident your lover had good taste, not only in outfits. He chose to rent out one of the big hotels as the venue for the party—very fitting for the filthy-rich organization.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped out of the limo was the massive Christmas tree in the center of the hall.

“Woah.” There were at least fifty gifts under it already.

You noticed Dazai’s brows suddenly furrow as he, too, inspected the presents.

“Osamu?”

“Bella, remind me who this person is again.”

He picked up a present, showing you a familiar name.

“Oh!” He was the assistant under your wing. You two had worked together for years—you had built up a lot of trust and a friendship to have him in charge of some of your responsibilities.

“I see. Don’t mind that; I forget some of my men sometimes.”

You nodded, though you felt a bit unsure about his response. Regardless, you cast the thought aside.

What you didn’t notice was the way Dazai showed you the package. The present was from your assistant, but the name it was for was entirely covered by the brunette’s hand.

“Well, are you ready to go in?” Dazai asked, holding out a hand towards you.

“Yeah, I’m-”

“Dazai!”

It was Kouyou, another executive. She saw you and greeted you, too.

“My, you’re looking lovely today,” she chirped. “So you and the boss are dating.”

You smiled. “Yes.”

“Well, better tell everyone soon,” she told the both of you. “Dazai, a daughter of a very infamous organization in Europe, is at this party as a plus-one. She wants to discuss a business proposal…‘as soon as possible,’ she said. It’s confidential, too; she only wants you. Do you have a few moments to spare?”

Dazai immediately turned toward you, to which you nodded at him. “It seems important, especially if she’s from Europe.”

“You’re sure?” Dazai asked. You were supposed to walk into the dining hall together to introduce yourselves as the power couple of the evening. “What about…”

“Yeah, the mafia is the priority. I’ll find you soon.” You were an executive, after all. The mafia existed to protect Yokohama City, so work should be an urgency.

“Alright,” he replied. He took another look at you—a singular, amber eye softened once he met your gaze. The other was hidden behind bandages, and so were the emotions of his heart. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment.

“Let’s go, big sis.” He turned towards Kouyou, who led him out of the room.

Now alone, not counting the guards, you glanced at the presents again, picking up the one Dazai had previously questioned you about.

Oh! Your assistant gave you a present. You found it sweet; your assistant hadn’t gifted you anything until this year. Now Dazai’s reaction made sense—perhaps he had thought you had a secret admirer or something. You giggled at his assumed jealousy.

…

You walked inside the dining hall by yourself, a large crowd already entertaining themselves inside. Everyone who saw you stopped to greet you—their executive, and you wished them a merry Christmas back with a friendly smile.

“Huh? So she’s not dating him?”

You turned your head the slightest, pretending to grab a drink while you instead eavesdropped on two employees you hardly knew. Thank goodness they weren’t the ones going out on missions to spy—they were terrible at not being obvious.

“I’m not sure. But that underground aristocrat from Europe that everyone knows has a crush on the boss showed up to meet him. That huge Christmas tree by the staircases is actually a gift from her.”

“Really?! So…maybe she was the boss’ plus-one? Now that’s wild. Everyone really had me believing he was seeing the executive.”

“Yo!” Your attention was suddenly pulled from their conversation.

“You good? You’re overflowing your cup.” You had poured too much drink, so liquid was running all over the floor.

“Shoot, I think she heard us!” you faintly heard behind you as the employees moved away.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry,” you responded to your assistant who had found you. He handed you a few napkins to clean your hands and dropped a few more to mop the floor with his shoe.

“You didn’t need to help, and thank you,” you said as you cleaned up, too, feeling bad.

“All good! Merry Christmas, by the way. How’s your evening going so far?”

“Good, thank you,” you responded, half-truthful. You needed to find somewhere to process what you had just heard. Even if they were only rumors…they bothered you.

“I saw you got me a gift in the lobby,” you added, recalling earlier. “I was surprised! You haven’t done that before, so I found it so sweet.”

“Oh yeah!” he replied, and you didn’t miss the pink that tinted his cheeks. “Who knows…I may have had a change of heart this year.”

You chuckled innocently. “Well, whatever the reason, thank you! I’m excited to see what you got.”

“Of course. I do hope you like it! Also, your dress. It looks good on you.” His voice sped up at his last comment.

“Oh, uh, thanks-”

That was really awkward. You gave him mercy, though…you hadn’t even told him you were in a relationship. So, you tried to say to him that it was your boyfriend, Dazai, who had the dress made for you, but you were cut off.

Dazai had finally entered the room, but he was accompanied by that noblewoman everyone was speaking about.

Wow, she was gorgeous. Her hair was in a perfect blowout, and she wore an emerald green dress that fit her like a glove.

And with each step Dazai and this new woman took into the hall to be regarded by everyone, your heart sank a bit more into your stomach.

What??

“You don’t look so well. Are you okay?” Your assistant paid no mind to the mafia boss’ new commotion. He was wholly concerned for you.

“Yeah. This drink tastes weird, but I can’t put my finger on what.” Yet, you took another sip. What was going on? You had never doubted Dazai’s love or loyalty toward you. Had you been so blind by your own to miss this?

Dazai didn’t even bother trying to search for you. And the way the lady’s arm touchingly clung around his infuriated you.

“He was seeing some foreign princess all along?”

“The boss always has to cause a scene with something new.”

“They’re kind of hot together, though.”

Now you really wanted to puke. You stared until the noblewoman’s eyes finally caught yours and dwelt on your figure briefly before turning toward Dazai and asking him something.

Dazai’s lips read, “Okay!” before a guard approached you.

“The boss is summoning all the executives to him,” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, strolling over to him.

Fuck. You wanted to cry. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

You felt a bit better when the other executives—Kouyou and Chuuya showed up before you.

“Miss, these are the Port Mafia’s three executives.” He introduced you individually, not meeting your eye when he went to you.

You wanted to leave. There was no point in being here anymore. What you thought would be a cheery Christmas Eve turned out to be the worst night ever. It couldn’t have gotten any worse…

“And this is the Lady of Pazenia,” Dazai said, introducing the woman. “Our most important foreign guest tonight.”

“So, uh? I’m kinda confused,” Chuuya commented. “Mackerel boss, ya dating her or something?��� He glanced at Dazai, the girl on him, and then you.

She responded for him. “We’re getting acquainted tonight, that’s all,” she replied smugly. Dazai chuckled. “Yes…we’ve communicated online a few times, but this is the first time we’re meeting face to face.”

What the fuck.

“Oh, uh, okay.” For once, Chuuya didn’t pester, didn’t tease anymore. Because he was just as startled as you. He, too, suspected that you were dating the boss.

“I’m sorry, will you please excuse me? It was nice meeting you, m’lady; I hope you enjoy your Christmas with the boss.” You didn’t even wait for a reply. You stormed off in the direction of your assistant. You were going to ask him to drive you home, and then you’d pack your things and then stay at a friend’s house for a few days to figure out what to do next.

Everything was crashing down like an avalanche.

But before you could get to him, the bastard’s subordinate stopped you.

“Akutagawa? Hi, Merry Christmas. Sorry, I’m in a rush-”

“Merry Christmas, miss,” he responded, moving in front of you again when you tried to shift over. “Aren’t you going to rescue the boss? Has your emotion clouded your rationality so much you can’t see things clearly anymore?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You turned back towards the scene, and yeah—what you saw was your final straw. Akutagawa misjudged. Not even a glimmer of hope remained in you.

Somehow, they had ended up at the corner of the room. And lo and behold, Dazai and the Lady of Pazenia had ended up under the mistletoe, and many of the upper ranks surrounded them. There was even a Paparazzi.

You tried to push past Akutagawa, but he stopped you.

“Watch.”

Why? Did Dazai place him there to make sure you suffered through it all? This was so cruel. Tears welled up in your eyes as the room went quiet to watch.

“Oh! Silly me…how did I manage to get here?”

“I’m not sure…” the woman replied flirtatiously. “But you can’t break a tradition, boss of the Port Mafia.”

“I guess I can’t,” Dazai replied, leaning in. “But, can we make a deal, Miss?

“You can kiss me, but tell me where the real Lady of Pazenia is. The exact coordinates where you’re keeping her hostage. If there’s anyone kept in place to secure or torture her.”

And the crowd suddenly gasped. She did, too, and a hand flew to her mouth.

“Shit!”

About ten guards ran towards her, restraining her before she could do anything. Dazai calmly backed away, continuing to explain.

“The business proposal was crafty and would’ve led to our doom quite quickly. You’re trying to overthrow your own government. So, you devised a cover-up to get the mafia to help you, with a deal to help us on our end, but just like your original goal, you want our city’s government to fall into anarchy, too.

“An underground noblewoman. You are exactly that—quite literally.” Dazai sighed. “No, I’m not in a relationship with her, I…”

Dazai finally met your eye, and his heart immediately sunk seeing you cry.

“Oh my gosh,” he whispered, and he ran towards you, tightly embracing you.

You wanted to punch him, throw him away—something, but you were surrounded by half the corporate. There was already enough scandal tonight, you didn’t need to add any more.

“Hah, it’s okay,” you responded audibly, hastily wiping tears. “You’re a great actor, Osamu, really got me believing you were cheating on me for a second.” Words spurred out of your mouth—you hoped you wouldn’t regret it later.

Dazai’s grip on you tightened to silently show you gratitude before he turned to your audience. “Now that the problem is out of the way—Merry Christmas to you all.” A waiter handed him a glass of champagne, who had also gone around with multiple others to hand out drinks to everyone.

“And a special Merry Christmas to my girlfriend, right here.” He gave you a kind smile, and you tried your best to reciprocate your own. There were “awe”’s and “that’s so cute”’s about.

Dazai held his glass up towards everyone else’s before toasting with yours.

…

You stayed away from Dazai for the next hour. He respected your space for that long—in the meantime, you acted fine. You conversed with others, you laughed. Your assistant apologized for his comment on you earlier—“I was completely oblivious to you and the boss! I’m so sorry; I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” You laughed it off, telling him it was okay.

“Hey, bella.”

Dazai had finally found you alone. You looked at him, facing the inevitable.

“I’m getting tired. Wanna sneak away with me?”

You hesitated. “Where would we go?”

“The drinks suck here, besides that champagne. I know Chuuya was definitely not in charge of this part.”

You had to agree with that one. You couldn’t even finish the glass you overfilled earlier.

…

Bar Lupin was surprisingly empty that night. The bar was Dazai’s safe place, his getaway. You were constantly reminded of his genuine, complete trust in you whenever he took you here.

“I’m sorry,” Dazai apologized as you waited for your drinks. “What I did was brutal.”

“It really fucking hurt,” you said, finally able to release your true feelings now that nobody else was around.

“I had to keep up the act to expose her. Her vulnerability was that…she had a crush on me? So, the most rapid way to gain her trust was to make her believe she had a chance. She didn’t know I was seeing someone.”

“You take acting too seriously. You’re the Port Mafia boss, not some goddamn movie actor. You couldn’t even…make eye contact with me? Give me a reassuring look or something?”

“You’re right. That’s no excuse.” He took a breath. He had actually messed something up. He could predict and do everything else flawlessly until it came to the people he loved.

He always screwed it up.

“I set aside our relationship for a mission. I’m really sorry, love. And I understand if it takes awhile for you to think through it all. The only thing I ask is for forgiveness.”

“I dunno…it kind of seems like you enjoyed it…”

That was a lie. You were just saying things out of spite now. You had rethought the previous events after recalling what Akutagawa had harshly told you without context—rescue the boss? Yeah, Dazai clearly didn’t enjoy it. He never touched the woman back in any way, and his word choice was very cautious. Except one line.

“Us communicating online? Yeah, I knew she’d just go along with it. I had to say that so Chuuya would stop pushing and blow my cover. Besides, you literally have my email login, darling. You see everything.”

“I really hate you sometimes, Osamu, you know?” you muttered as the bartender finally handed you two your drinks. You took a thirsty sip out of yours. You couldn’t even stay mad anymore.

“Is that your way of saying you forgive me?” he chuckled, knowing the mood was lightening.

“No. You’re just too…attractive. Like, why are you so hot? All the girls want you…I was actually quite relieved when you asked me if we should make things official so everyone could finally know that we belong to each other…”

Hah, if only you knew.

“You don’t assume I think the same? You almost pissed me off by hanging around your little assistant, too, belladonna. He clearly fancies you.”

You gulped, remembering his earlier compliment. “Don’t do anything to him—he didn’t know. He does now.”

“He better,” he simply replied. “And everyone else. There’s no excuse now—you’re the Port Mafia boss’ girlfriend.”

You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. The protectiveness was attractive. You pulled on Dazai’s tie, reeling the rest of him towards you.

“And you’re my boyfriend,” you smiled.

To everyone else, Dazai was known as evil, suicidal, murderer, demon, saint. But to you, he was simply Osamu. Your boyfriend. And perhaps that’s what he loved most of all. Across universes, you would not fail him—not even Odasaku succeeded so highly.

“Are you going to kiss me, bella?” Dazai asked, the signature smile back on his face.

“No,” you teased, pushing him back. “I’m still mad at you. Nothing went according to plan.”

“Nothing did,” the brunette replied. “But isn’t that what’s so exciting about life? Life is unexpected, yet some good things can come out of it, such as…”

He revealed a piece of mistletoe in his hand, holding it above you two.

“Even if you’re mad, you can’t break a tradition,” Dazai spoke, swinging the plant back and forth.

You sighed before you both leaned in to kiss each other. Dazai pulled you onto his lap, and you kissed him even more feverishly. Your hands ran through his hair until the bandage around his head finally came undone, unveiling the rest of his pretty face.

You focused on his dilated, honey-colored eyes. Finally, they revealed what he was feeling. Comfort in having you in his arms again. In your warmth.

Everything felt too intense after that. He had started making out with you again, his hands were wandering you curiously, the dim lighting, the jazz instrumental, how tipsy you felt from the drinks…

“Let’s just go home.”

…

You were swaddled in Dazai’s arms under the bed's covers at home. So sleepy. Dazai promised that the next day would treat the both of you better—a peaceful Christmas gift.

“Let’s stop doing such large parties,” you said, looking up at the ceiling. “It just calls for trouble, to be honest.”

“Yeah…we’ll have a small houseparty next time. Everyone else can do what they want.”

You were gently kissed on the forehead before the brunette softly whispered to you. “Merry Christmas, belladonna. I love you.”

“I love you too, Osamu.”

dazai told me he’d kiss u if u rb this. rbs are cherished; they are ur christmas gift to me! <3

tags: @kissesmellow21 @osaemu @ruanais + @lovedazai @chuuyrr @anqelically (i think u guys would like this <3)

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[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Mercy, Moira, Kiriko, Junker Queen and Sombra relationship hc’s

- reader is kept gender neutral

-warnings: fluff, some angst, nsfw

-I am very gay for these women so why not write about them:) This post is also gonna be a long one so hop in fellas

-Sombra’s is a little longer due for backstory reasons

-part 2!

Mercy

- ah yes, the earth angel herself who has had my heart since 2016 <3

-Angela is very loyal and loving to you but her role as a medic gets in the way most of the time. She feels bad every time she has to leave during the night (especially after making love to you, she doesn’t see it as just sex), during date nights, or even on her days off that you planned for her to de-stress

-but even with all that, you stay by her side and help get rid of that fear. You love how she is dedicated to her job and how amazing she is at it

- I could imagine from the crazy hours she works, she is sleep deprived. She gets maybe 3 hours of sleep at most. When she comes home to see you on the couch, she slips off her shoes and coat to come lay on top of you and sleep.

-She loves when you come and visit her at work!!! Whether you work for overwatch or not, spending her lunch break with you, with food that you bring for her, always puts a smile on her face

-Though you love her, you do find yourself sad or disappointed a lot because of her work. You know this isn’t her fault and she always makes it up to you, but you do get lonely. You would find yourself crying to sleep at night. Yes, you’re not hero, but a regular person who was lucky enough to get with this angel of a woman, but at what price?

-Every relationship has their arguments, yours doesn’t get too heated cause you both are rational, but you two do find yourself arguing in the beginning of her always work and how you feel lonely in a place you both share and call home. When she first saw you cry during an argument due to this problem, Angela felt her stomach sink. She never intended to make you cry or be upset. She’s able to calm you down, also expressing her fear of you leaving her

- You both come to an agreement to always let the other know how you feel and try to understand where they are coming from. Angela actually starts looking for assistants to train! She would like to have help around the office to get work done faster but also means she can spend time you with.

-She also wants you to become well acquainted with them as well in case you ever needed help from them and vice versa. A huge strain was lifted off of your relationship and she found herself more at home with you <3

-Pulling away from the topic of work, Angela loves to cook meals with you! Specially if they meals are from her home country.

-Whenever you made a traditional swiss dishes for your anniversary, she teared up and thanked you over and over again. It’s hard to get a meal from home whenever your work is crazy, she’s thankful you thought of her love for her country

-Spa day!!! She loves when you run her a warm bath with her favorite scented candles of pomegranate, red berries, and patchouli (totally not the candle I have in my room)

-Angela loves doing face masks with you to detox <3

-Idk why I see her as a handy person??? Oh you got a new desk?? Oh s/o let her build it for you. Got a new shelf? Don’t worry, Angela can do it

-Angela loves to show you off to her coworkers. You’re the light of her life, her loving s/o. She would go to the ends of the earth for you

nsfw

-Doesn’t matter what you identify as, she tops. End of story. There are a few occasions she bottoms. 

-She always has to take care of people but whenever she takes care of you sexually, she feels the same fulfillment after a days of work

-Doesn’t mean she sees sex as a chore or job!!! she just loves being able to take care of her baby <3

- Event though she wears a strap, she loves to watch you suck the dildo that’s in the harness. She can’t feel anything but just seeing you looking up at her with your sweet eyes her mind goes blank and can only think of how beautiful you are. Loves to receive and give oral <3

-Will absolutely play doctor with you but she slips in medical terms you don’t understand lol

-Her breast is definitely sensitive- so when you are relaxing on the couch and you slip your hands up her shirt to massage her chest, she’s putty in your hands. Holding onto your wrists and she leans her head back and moans for you

-Loves when you ride her- when she looks up at you, you look absolutely ethereal riding her strap

-When the few times she does bottom, she finds herself slipping into her native language, switching from english to german, especially when she’s getting close. Even if you don’t understand german, you picked up on a few phrases yourself

-Like I said, my gal is sensitive, so vibrators are a good friend to have! She loves when you look her in her eyes when you control the vibrator, making her look into your eyes when she cums <3

Moira

-my favorite “un-ethical” genetic engineer (aka my lesbian lover)

-Moira is definitely hard person to come around due to her intimidating presence. But that didn’t stop you from pinning for her

-When she notices people, she takes subtle mental notes. When she first met you, she isn’t thought how cute you are, adorable even

-The first few times she interacted with you it was strictly about work, But over time you noticed how she would make little jokes to you like:

“did you also notice how that guy is wearing his tie wrong?’

“Hello y/n, did sombra contact you today about lunch plans? Are you going to her little...festivity?” (she prayed you would say yes)

“Y/n, would you like to come get coffee with me?”

-That was her first time asking you out and you loved it! She took you to her favorite cafe that happened to be anime themed and slowly she would tell you how her drink inspired from Naruto was the best and the plot line of the show

-When your relationship starts, Moira will put her work above you. Sorry not sorry, it’s the truth. Science is her entire life, she cares and adores you, but her first love is science

-It does pain you she chooses science over you. Date night? Oops sorry, I forgot, I was caught up with work. You cooked dinner? Sorry my love, I’m caught up at work right now so don’t stay up for me. Sometimes you find yourself crying to sleep and when you wake up with puffy eyes, Moira points them out but you brush it off.

-One night it came to a halt. You were getting ready to leave for the day and went to go grab your lover for home time. When you called her name she didn’t answer, You repeated yourself and she snapped for you to leave her alone and that she’s busy. You tell Moira that you’ll be cooking dinner tonight and she went on with her favorite sentence, “Sorry my love, I’m staying late tonight, you don’t have to wait up for me okay?”

-Something snapped, you started to yell how she gives all her attention to her work and never you. How at this point you were just someone she could have company with. Moira scoffed, “Why do you have to act so childish? I already told you from the beginning what your place is,”

-Childish? Your place...? Without saying another word, you slammed her door, storming to the car to get home. As soon as you arrive you burst into tears crying while getting undressed to go to bed. The sheets and blanket smelled like her, which made you cry harder. You decided to take an old shirt of hers and put it on a pillow, grab a round throw pillow, and made a makeshift model of Moira. You kissed the pillows cheek and whispered a goodnight.

-She come home that night upset, mad at you and herself, why couldn’t you understand her work? Why couldn’t she be a better girlfriend? She quietly reheated leftovers you made and eat in silence. God she hates this silence.

-When she came into your shared room her heart ached. Were you so deprived of her you had to make a makeshift version of her? Now she understands how lonely you truly feel. She changed and climbed into bed, removing the pillows from your grasp. You woke up a bit and she shush you to go back to sleep. She held you to her chest as she confessed how bad she felt from earlier, how she was wrong for underestimating your feelings and how she was in the wrong, not you. You began to cry softly at her words, and she shushed you, kissing your forehead and reassuring she loved you.

-That morning you woke up in her arms, but she was already awake watching you sleep. She kissed you good morning and told you she called the next few days off to be with you and make up for lost time. She apologized once again but this time you kissed her to let her know you forgive her.

-all right let’s move onto happy stuff!!

-When she is at her apartment with you, she loves to watch anime with you. If you’re an anime fan, good, she loves that! You two can talk about your favorite shows, compare theories, and even show each other new animes to talk about

-At times, she catches herself feeling embarrassed since anime is typically “for kids and young adults”, she’s an older woman and feels a bit insecure about it. Please comfort her!! Tell her it’s okay to have interests

-She has little figures of her favorite characters on a shelf in her room idc- definitely cosplayed once or twice and will cosplay with you!

-Since Moira is busy, take-out and delivery services are your best friends!

-Moira has never felt this much of a connection with someone before and she doesn’t want to lose it. She loves when you kiss the knuckles of her corrupted arm, showing love to the science she has done. That arms also tends to hurt from time to time so heat packs!! Loves the lay in bed with you with you hold the heat pad to her arm to help her relax

-Moira is a sucker for being a little spoon but won’t admit it, please hold her too!!

nsfw

-Another top! Moira needs to dominant everything she does, including you <3 but she does bottom is you beg nicely

-another proud strap user, isn’t one for receiving oral but loves to use her mouth on you. She also loves to look at you while doing so to make you shy

-loves missionary! she loves to see all your facial reaction whenever she goes fast, rough, slow, or soft

-a secret of hers is she wants you to dress up as her favorite character for her <3 and if you do she is caught off guard but enjoys herself either way and will thank you after (maybe ask you to do it again some time)

-Moira isn’t above of dragging you into her empty lab and fingering you (don’t worry her middle and index fingernails are press on and can be removed) The risk of getting caught excites her, but she always keeps a hand over your mouth just incase

-I see her as the type to have a flogger or whip, she loves to see how your body reacts to the slight pain and how you vocal you are when you have your ass and thighs slapped by her

-latex lady. I won’t elaborate 

-I am part of the “calling hot woman ‘daddy’ committee. She feels powerful when that word slips out of your mouth. She does lean to the androgynous side, she does expect to hear ‘mommy’ at most, which you have called her, but she actually prefers daddy

-play with her breast and suck her nipples. Small boobs are the best and always melts when you play with her. She gets sensitive and lets out breathy moans which makes you go wild <3

-When she bottoms, praise her! She isn’t well liked among her colleuges or really anyone at Talon, so when you tell her she’s amazing and doing a great job, she will cover her face (uncover her beautiful face )

-totally down for you to finger her while she reads her books <3

Kiriko

- my little fox hehe <3

-Kiriko is definitely an outgoing person! She’s involved with her community, and you admired her for that!

-She met you at a festival and couldn’t help but stop and stare when she saw you. How beautiful and cheerful you were made her turn her head

-Though she is outgoing, doesn’t mean she’s confident when it comes to asking people out. She feels super shy and she definitely doesn’t want to mess up at all

-When you two are on a date and you see how almost everyone knows who she is and is all smiles when Kiriko passes by, you knew she was a good person to be around

-Kiriko knows sign language and will teach you if you ask! If you are deaf, it wouldn’t faze her. She just sees you as another person, not your disability. 

-You love to see how she interacts with kids. If you ever want kids in the future of your relationship, she would be all for it. Kiriko also loves to see you interact with the little girl in her cinematic! Seeing you interact with the child makes her heartbeat faster (in a good way)

-Since you’re with Kiriko, be prepared for her mother and the Shimada brothers. Her mother wants nothing but the best for her, you need to prove that you are strong enough physically and mentally. You never know what can happen.

-Hanzo and Genji are the other ones you have to look at out. Genji is more laid back, a “cool older brother” figure who only wants you to prove you are always going to be there for Kiriko. Hanzo on the other hand is the protective older brother figure who agrees with her mother. He silently judges you with her mother, like he does most people, but with you it feels more frequent, and you can’t help but snap after built up tension

-This pressure from people outside of your relationship builds on you. You admitted to Kiriko about this, and she felt conflicted. Yes, she trusts you and knows you care about her, but she will always listen and respect her elders and defend them at first

-You felt bad for being upset, knowing this is her family worrying about her but there is only so much criticism you can handle, specially from people you want to make a good impression on. You tell this to her and she understands completely where you’re coming from. She doesn’t want to upset you more, but this is her mother we are talking about. You cry to her how you don’t feel good enough for her and constantly worried of doing the wrong thing, knowing her mother or brothers are waiting till you slip up to point it out.

-The two of you go back and forth on this multiple times till you come to an agreement. You train with her mother and Hanzo but they have to take it easy on you and let you prove that you are just right for her. Though she is an adult, she’ll always be her mother’s baby and Hanzo’s little sister

-Kiriko loves going on rides on her bike (as a voice line indicates) and will take you on a ride! Either if you have your own or if you hop on hers. She loves taking you to different places on her bike hehe <3

-It’s definitely your job to help her eat REAL meals, not just donuts and junk food. (which her mother praises you for)

-Will tell you all the stories of the fox spirit and her personally experiences <3 specially likes it when she can lay her head in your lap and go on and on about her stories

-she will be more than happy to teach any martial art moves to help you in combat! She is your number one supporter and will always be there to cheer you on

-she can’t wait for the night where her mother invites you over for dinner and talks to you, not giving you glancing or make subtle comments on your lack of fighting skills

nsfw

-A switch but I can def see her leaning towards being a bottom, but more of a bossy bottom

-She loves to receive oral but she always returns the favor, she always whines whenever you when use your tongue

-Definitely a hair pulling. Either it be when you give her head or if she if pulling your hair back when she is fucking you

-Since she is blessed by the fox spirit, I know she has sharp canines and I know she loves to bite and mark you for others to see. After your session, she always treats your bites and make sure you’re okay

-will be down to fuck after training, especially if the two of you were sparring and being physical with each other. She will be on top for these sessions, her adrenaline is already running and wants to be rough with you

-will keep going till she out of energy, she’s an all nighter while the others on this list can go for 2-3 rounds

-She loves to play soft music in the background while you two fuck, it enhances the atmosphere, and she loves to be fucked by you to her favorite songs

-favorite position would be cuddle fucking, she can’t place her finger on it but having you close to her while you slowly grind into her, filling her up, she feels so hot and bothered.

- She loves the way you whisper into her ear as you lift her leg up to fuck her deeper, you always manage to take her breath away. Kiriko really love this position for morning sex as well

Junker Queen

-waaaa my muscular wife

-Odessa loved being the queen of Junker Town-she’s a strong ruler, knows what’s best, and can handle her own...but it does get lonely at the top

-Doesn’t matter if you’re a junker or an outsider that happened to stumble across to Junker Town, you catch her eye immediately. You stand out to her, even if she is fighting again in the reckoning to keep her title as queen

-She would come stop you were ever you were and talk to you. Of course, you were intimidated by the 7-foot-tall woman in front of you, but you were able to keep your composure for the conversation

-Odessa was blunt with you and told you that you caught her attention, in a good way of course, and how she wanted to get to know you better. Though she is tough as steel, she still gets a bit nervous of fear of being rejected

-Once she has made things official with you, she introduces you to her people as the other queen of Junker Town. Of course people were surprised she dated but they show you the same amount of respect. 

-They know if they were to ever hurt, disobey, or disrespect you in any, not Odessa, but Junker Queen will personally beat the shit out of them and toss them to the wastelands 

-Though you appreciate her standing up for you, the violence to you is too much after some time. when you try to talk to her about this she yells how she does it for you, it’s all for you. She makes into a one-man screaming battle, but she’s a lover by heart and will come to you after a few hours and apologize. She gets on her knees and hugs you by your waist, head resting on your chest

-At this point she opens up to you about her time in the Wastelands and how they have forever changed her. She cares for you like she cared for family, fighting every day to live in the harsh outside world of Junker Town. She admits she is scared to death to lose you and fights for you like how she fought for her loved ones. Odessa also admits to having nightmares in your shared bed but never wakes you up because she needs to have strong image and doesn’t want to be seen as weak

-By the end of this confession she is crying into your chest. You rub the top of her back and you comfort her. You remind her that you may be with the Junker Queen, you’re also with Odessa Stone

-She now is rational with her decision making and you tell her to ask for your help when need be, you told her it’s okay to ask for help. Hell, everyone her people noticed an attitude change when you came around, you’re great for her!

-Odessa loves sharing everything she has with you, especially music! She loves to blast her rock music in her chambers with you, jumping on the bed you two share and going into laughing fits together

-Your girlfriend is a very handy and resourceful person, you have to be to live in Junker Town. She will make you special weaponry and armor <3 always craving her and your initials into the metal

-I feel Odessa can do your hair! From cutting it to dying it, your girlfriend will do anything to help you feel beautiful with your appearance, even though you’re already so beautiful to her <3

-You are also in LOVE with her accent, she already a pretty rough girl and her voice is *chef’s kiss*. Sometimes when she’s mad and goes full aussie you can’t really understand her unless you yourself are aussie

nsfw

-She’s a total dom, no bottoming for her. She loves when “you please your queen”

-the only thing she’ll really “bottom” for is receiving oral. She loves how tiny you look compared to her and think you look sweet when you eat her out. She loves to eat you out but LOVES when you sit on her face. None of that hovering shit, she wants the full thing. She’s a big girl and can handle it!

-Odessa loves when you sit in her lap and bounce on her strap, she has a size kink and plans to utilize it. Not even just sexually, she loves how small you are and because of your size, she will fuck you standing up. She loves the amount of power she holds outside and in the bedroom.

-She also plays music during sex! But she plays music from time to time when you guys have sex unlike Kiriko who plays music during sex pretty often. there’s something about fucking you hard to the beat of her favorite songs, since her favs are metal, be prepared to be banged to the drum rhythm 

-she will bring in Gracie from time to time. She mostly uses her to cut your clothes off your body but if you are comfortable with it, she will carve in her name into your thigh. She always makes sure to clean up and clean your cuts effectively, so they don’t get infected 

-Throne sex! Throne sex! Throne sex! She doesn’t even care if people see or not, she finds it so hot that you are so willing to please her in a chair that represents her power and dominance over you and her people

-Her favorite position is doggy style. The way you look back at Odessa and moan her name like a prayer always does it for her. Slapping your ass to watch it jiggle, making you look back at her, pulling you by your hair...all of the things she loves other than you as a person <3

Sombra

- my silly hacker who also has had my heart since 2016<3

-Oliva kept herself in the shadows, she needed to so she can protect her identity as Sombra. She always needed to know everything about everyone, no matter what.

-As another night passes, another person’s skeletons in their closet are found by Sombra. She looks through the picture of the businessman she planned on exploiting next, but something caught her eye. In the picture of what it seems to be a faculty group photo, she spotted you in the back row. She zoomed in and couldn’t help but admire how pretty you are, now her focus was on you. For the next few days she tries her best to find everything about you. Where you live, your childhood, the college you went to, hell even your internet browsing history. And she wasn’t doing this for her own benefit to expose you, she was obsessed with you

-For the next Talon mission, they were able to break into the companies building and she was able to have a chat about ‘business matters’ with your boss. As a deal, he transferred some employees, including you, for ‘business opportunities’ to work for Talon in fear of his dirty deeds going public

-You were comforted to know that you fellow employees were there with you to comfort you in with this change. You’ve heard of Talon and what they stand for and feel like you have to walk on eggshells there. Though you didn’t interact too much with the head council, Sombra seem to have an eye on you

-Yes, she would mess with your co workers but never seem to do that with you. With them there was some malicious factor behind it but when Sombra teased it you it was like you two have been friends for years. After a while, Sombra was finally close enough to you to ask you out, which you accepted. She was super happy to know that the efforts worked out in her favor, they always did

-She would come visit you when you would work and keep you entertained while you slaved away to the paperwork in front of you. Massaging your shoulders, whispering compliments into your ear, and kissing your cheeks were her favorite thing to distract you with while you worked.

-You were close with your old boss and kept in contact with him. After a long phone call, he had admitted that Sombra threated him to give him employees or else he would be exposed to the public. He mentioned how Sombra was very adamite about you coming with her more than the others, saying it was like she knew you, wanted you, and had done this to get you.

-You felt frozen, was this true? Was this whole shift in not just your career life but your social life due to the fact your girlfriend just wanted you this whole time? This whole thing was planned out? 

-On a war path, you stormed to her room and started to yell at her of how she could be so selfish and how you were just like a pretty china doll she could keep for fun. Sombra was so use on never being called out on her manipulative behavior. She couldn’t really defend herself know that you knew the truth. it was worse when you began to cry, sobbing into your hands.

-”What was this for huh?! You just wanted a “pretty girl” to call yours because you thought I was good looking?! YOU have changed and put my life in danger for YOUR benefit!”

-Not Sombra, but Olivia sat you down and confessed. For the first time she admitted her wrongs and she didn’t know how to do it. She tried her hardest, but you kept crying harder and left. After a few days, Olivia came to your room and wanted to talk, you agreed. She confessed you she was wrong for only seeing you as a pretty girl, not thinking about what being apart of Talon means for your life. By the end, she was crying though tried not to. You sighed and gave her a hug where she cried harder. When her crying stopped, you pulled back and gave her a kiss on the lips, which she happily accepted. 

-You made Olivia promise to only stay by her side if she could protect from anything that came your way. You really did like her and honestly didn’t want to leave her. Olivia accepted and from that day on she has been 1000% honest with everything with you

-Now with the sadness out of the way, let’s focus on happy stuff!

-Sombra loves to cook with you! As Mercy, she loves when you cook meals that are home to her country. You always apologize in advance if it doesn’t taste like the “real thing” but she doesn’t care, she loves your cooking and your meals bring back memories of Dorado

-In a voice line interaction with Moira, she talks about the carpel tunnel in her wrists. When you two are laying down together, you always rub her wrists and fingers to drain the fluid build-up in her hands. She loves these soft, caring moments with you

-I bet her posture is really bad (just like mine) so whenever she is sitting in a chair, you always put a pillow between her back and the chair. She already had messed up hands, you can’t let your girlfriend have a messed up back too!

-Olivia loves to play with your hair, you let her try different style but do you trust her giving you a haircut?...not so much. Sorry Olivia, but Amélie has told your s/o of the time she cut her hair as a “prank”...which didn’t end well

-speaking of Amélie- her, Gaberial, and Moira asks you constantly how you can put up with her shenanigans. You shrug, they wouldn’t understand how you understand Olivia’s charm

-Dating Olivia you also become good friends with Siebren! Olivia makes it her job to watch out for him so he isn’t tested on, so if she isn’t around, you can watch over him! To some it seems like babysitting, but you end up really close to him! Olivia is happy to know that <3

nsfw

-my girl is a switch, 50/50

-Olivia loves watching you give her head, she thinks you look perfect between her legs. She also loves to eat you out, maybe one of her favorite things about sex with you tbh, she just loves watching you enjoy yourself and feel good

-With your permission, she has recorded some sessions with you. Whenever she goes away for missions and you aren’t around, she fingers herself to videos of her fucking you. she has also gave you videos to keep for yourself whenever you feel lonely with he gone.

-Olivia loves risky sex. Unlike Moira, she doesn’t cover your mouth and does it in a spot anyone can walk in. If someone happens to walk in and try to tell other people? Their social security and credit card numbers are already leaked for other hackers in the world to use

-Like Angela, if she is bottoming, she will start speaking to you in spanish but with her she will continue to speak in spanish until she is finished <3

-Olivia works with her fingers all day, you know her fingering game is good

-She is a hair puller when she’s on top, not so much for her when she is on bottom cause of the wires in her hair, have to be careful. So instead, she prefers it when you put her face into the mattress 

-Favorite position is lotus. It’s a very intimate position and she loves to hold you in her arms as you ride her strap or vice versa. She loves to take her time and show you how much you mean to her. Her life is filled with craziness, but this sharing a moment like this with you will always be her favorite.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I had a lot of fun writing this :00

likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

part 2 coming!

#overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #mercy x reader #mercy overwatch #angela ziegler #angela ziegler x reader #moira x reader #moira overwatch #moira o'deorain #moira o'deorain x reader #kiriko overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori #kiriko kamori x reader #junker queen #junker queen x reader #junker queen overwatch #sombra overwatch #sombra x reader #sombra x you

[wonysugar]

perfect | lily morrow

synopsis : nmixx are on tour, thailand at the moment! lily and her girlfriend, y/n, decide to swim in the hotel room’s pool while the other members are out. y/n felt self-conscious about her own body in swimwear so the aussie helps her like her body a little bit more<3

pairing : idol!lily × idol!femreader

genres : idol au, smut with little bit of plot i guess! they fuck in a pool is that genre-ish enough for you, drabble kinda?

tags : pool sex, fluffy smut, praise, body worship, kinda temp play, they just really love each other! kisses, nipple sucking, fingering etc you get it

warnings : reader has self-esteem and body image issues!!

word count : 1.2k

a/n : hai so i got this idea while swimming in a pool and i was like “wait it’s a vision..” PLUS i wanted to write smth more on the fluffy side and what better way to do that than to write about lily? :]

it was a long week for both you and your girlfriend of 4 months, lily, getting so caught up in promotions and schedules that you guys barely had any time for yourselves.

that is, until a few weeks later.

nmixx were on tour, and you were all currently in thailand. today, the members were outside visiting the country before you all had to go practice for the concert. you and lily, however, wanted to take some time for yourselves to breathe and relax indoors.

your hotel room had a pool, which your girlfriend really wanted to swim in with you for some reason. so, to make her happy, here you were, putting on your swimsuit and getting ready to join her. then, as you were about to leave, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you remembered. god, you really didn’t like wearing swimsuits, they showed everything. it’s not because they’re too revealing or anything like that, it’s more so a you problem. you didn’t like your body in regular clothes, let alone in a swimsuit.

you left the room, visibly ashamed of your own anatomy, then joined a cheerful lily outside, who seemed to already be in the water, patiently waiting for you.

“hey baby! ” she happily exclaimed, “the water’s warm, you can come in.”

you slowly put your feet in, fearful of getting too cold. you tried not to seem too uncomfortable in front of her, you didn’t wanna make her worry or blame herself for you being like this. but, despite only dating you for a short while, she could already read you like a book, and could tell something was wrong.

“you okay babe?” she asks, concerned. you could only nod, a fake reassuring smile plastered on your face. you weren’t okay. you didn’t want her to see you like this. part of the reason why you were scared to have sex with her in the first place was because of your own body, you didn’t like it at all, and she probably wouldn’t either.

she noticed that you seemed stiff when getting your feet into the pool, she also noticed throughout your relationship that you weren’t exactly the most confident person around, so, she very quickly connected the dots.

“y/n, what’s wrong, tell me.”

you sigh, “it’s nothing, lily, don’t worry about it.” you really didn’t like lying to her, but you also didn’t like worrying her either.

“y/n.” she said, persistent. she usually wouldn’t insist on you sharing your thoughts immediately, but this was a reoccurring issue. she didn’t want you to feel like this anymore. she thought you were beautiful, gorgeous even, and she wanted so badly to make you see yourself the way she sees you. it broke her heart watching you be so hard on yourself all the time for no apparent reason. she wanted to help, slowly but surely, she wanted to.

you sighed, you needed to tell her. it was just so hard to admit something like that, especially to your girlfriend. you want to be the confident girl she’s probably always wanted, but you can’t. you’re not good enough.

you dangle your feet in the water as you reminisce, “it’s the swimsuit.” you pause, “i don’t like it. at all. i don’t like the way i look in it. fuck i just.. i just don’t like the way i look in general.” you confessed, “you deserve so much better, there’s so many other pretty idols out there. why me?”

in response, she scoffed, your question seeming absolutely ridiculous to her. “why you? well y/n, because you were a great friend to me since predebut, but turns out i saw you as more than that. i wanted to be with you, i liked you a lot. plus, how could i not? you’re super pretty, funny, nice! plus you’re like, super talented so that’s that..”

she continued going on this whole rant about what she likes about you, and you could only state and listen. could someone ever like you the way she does? was she lying just to make you feel better?

then, as if she guessed your uncertainty, she took your hand and slowly guided you into the water, pushing you in gently with her. as soon as your whole body was in the water, she pulled you in closer and took your lips in hers. feeling you up with her hands, taking in every single one of your curves.

“everything about you is perfect, y/n. don’t ever say otherwise.”

“your mouth,” she pulled away from the kiss and slowly went further down, “your jaw,” placing soft kisses on you, “your neck,” you squirmed under her as her hands were still roaming your body, she continued kissing you all over, eventually landing on your bikini-clothed chest, “fuck your tits,”

“it’s all so perfect.” she muttered against your skin, you felt heat rise to your cheeks as she embraced you, her hands gently working their way up to your bikini top’s strap, desperately trying to undo it.

once she did, she set it aside and wasted no time, immediately giving very wanted attention to your nipples, already hard from the temperature of the cold pool. she sucked on them lightly, licking around them and looking up at you while she does so. her other hand playing with the other nipple, pinching it slightly.

“fuck l-lily..” you put your hand over your mouth in attempt to cover the sounds. you didn’t want to be loud, you might ruin the mood with your noises. much to your surprise, though, she quickly grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand back down.

“let me hear you, baby. let me hear how good you feel.” she tells you, teeth slightly grazing against your nipples, making you shiver. all of this, everything she was saying, it made you throb, and she could definitely feel it on the leg she had pressed in between your thighs.

it didn’t take long for her to pull away from your tits and go behind you, focusing on pulling the rest of your swimsuit down, spreading your pussy open with her fingers and exposing your pulsating clit to the cold water.

slowly rubbing circles on it, she kisses and licks your neck as you whimper oh so needily for her, trying your hardest to keep quiet, both the temperature and the sensations making you shiver. you whine, “baby, it’s cold.” as she slowly inserts a finger inside of you, humming against your neck, “you can take it darling, i know you can.”

your noises then getting progressively louder overtime as she inserted two other fingers inside your dripping cunt, hitting all the right spots, making you gasp and moan as she pumped them in and out. mumbling an almost inaudible “fuck you sound so beautiful y/n-” against your shoulder as she fingered you.

after a while, your girlfriend felt you getting closer to your climax, you clenching around her digits gave her that impression. she immediately started speeding up, still embracing you from behind as you moaned out her name. “are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“y-yes lily - fuckfuckfuck - i am.”

“that’s it y/n, cum all over my fingers.” those words were the thing that made you lose it. you threw your head back, moaning as you rode the wave of your orgasm, lily gently caressing your sides, praising you as you heavily huffed, coming down from your high.

“i love you, y/n.” she whispered against your ear, leaving kisses on your cheek as she grinned like an idiot, making you giggle.

“i love you too lily.” you said back, holding onto her dearly.

for once, you didn’t feel guilt when she held you like this.

#nmixx #nmixx smut #lily nmixx #kpop gg #female reader #smut #lily morrow #lily morrow nmixx #nmixx lily #lily morrow x reader #lily morrow x female reader #nmixx x reader

[merakiui]

Stepson! Floyd with accidentaly pregnancy 😭

Like imagine he thinks you can't have children anymore due to the age gap so he would just happily stuff you full every tike he visits. But then in the next weeks, you start to feel sick and all the symptoms start to appear <3

AAAAAA OTL and you don’t say anything to him about it at first because you really don’t want to believe it. Perhaps it’s a testament to Floyd’s determination to tie himself to you forever—that and his virility. ;;; you’re sluggish in the mornings and when Floyd visits you’re still resting in bed, feeling so sick and sleepy. Floyd’s immediately concerned; if he didn’t have a key to the home (which is more like a looming estate to outsiders. But hey. Home, sweet home.), he’d have kicked the door down when you neglected to answer on the first knock. He's all over you, insisting he help you to the doctor. You tell him it's fine; you'll handle it and if not there are servants employed to help out when needed. Floyd, cutest sweetheart that he is at twenty-nine years old, pouts at you. He's just worried about his mama. He hates seeing you like this. It makes him feel so anxious.

Floyd tries to move back in so he'll be here to look after you, but his pops won't have any of it. The two of them are volatile about the entire thing, hackles raising when he says, "I'll look after my wife. You just focus on yourself, Floyd." And Floyd retorts with an icy, snarling, "Yeah? Well, I'm gonna look after my mama."

Even though you're so fatigued, you manage to sit up enough to scold the both of them. And, though they look like they're two seconds apart from tearing into the other, they listen. You tell Floyd to go home and he tries to protest—this is his home, too—but you give him that stern look many mothers are notorious for and he immediately shuts up. He's pissed about the entire thing the following morning, complaining about it to Ace and Jamil when the three of them get together for breakfast. Ace really doesn't understand it; Jamil does, but he's not about to call Floyd a motherfucker (literally) to his face and risk the consequences that will soon follow.

Jade, slippery, all-knowing Jade, suspects it. Floyd and their father are alike in more ways than one, even if Floyd will never admit to being anything like his old man. He's stubborn like that. But the both of them, though sharply intelligent when the situation calls for it, can be incredibly, obnoxiously dense. Jade knows it's not a joke either; they genuinely have no clue and have yet to catch on.

He visits on days when Floyd and his father aren't around so that he can fawn over you in his own ways, making note of the obvious while you're too bedridden to brush his observations away. He helps you to the bathroom when you need to vomit or pee, standing in the doorway so patiently. You try to shut the door, valuing privacy and dignity and everything in between; he stops it from closing with his foot, his head tilted curiously. The unspoken is illustrated clearly in his actions: Don't shut me out, Mother.

He half-expects you to confide in him because he's Jade—responsible, logical, problem-solving Jade. And you do. When he serves you lunch in bed and you try to keep something—anything—down, he rubs your back soothingly and the admission just tumbles free.

"Jade, honey, I think I'm pregnant."

And he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I know, Mother."

Floyd always knows how to take the best things from him. Although that's partially Jade's fault. Everyone's always indulged Floyd; even Jade's guilty of it. It was Floyd who'd get the bigger half of something when it was split between the two of them. It was Floyd who was set to inherit the family business from day one. It was Floyd who got to kiss you on the mouth first. It was Floyd who fucked you first when Jade was out of the country on a business trip. And now it's Floyd who's knocked you up.

Jade's not jealous. If he was jealous, he'd feel as if he was losing his place as your stepson. And he's not. You love Jade as much as you love Floyd (granted, not in the way he loves you, but he can settle for familial for now). But he is envious, sickly so.

Because who else? Who else could possibly knock you up even when you're supposedly too old to be able to have kids?

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: pregnancy

[berenwrites]

Always and Forever - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G | cw: none | tags: fluff, very light angst, Corroded Coffin, rockstars, touring

Prompt: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy (@forgottenkanji)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 29. Sorry I disappeared from this challenge halfway through. We lost one of our kitties (she was 14 ½) and I just kind of lost the impetus, but I figured I had to write something for the last day at least. No beta today because it was a last minute thing.

Also on AO3 soon | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Always and Forever: Love Finds a Way

Steve stared at the phone for a long time after he put it down with the usual ‘I love you’. He spoke to Eddie every day after he got home and before Eddie was due on stage with the rest of Corroded Coffin. The three-month tour was nearly over, and it had done so much for the band’s popularity. Usually, Eddie sounded excited on the phone, even though he professed to miss Steve as much as Steve missed him.

Tonight, hadn’t been like that.

All Steve had been able to hear was the strain in Eddie’s voice. Oh, Eddie had tried to cover it with his usual exuberance, but Steve knew his boyfriend far too well. Something was wrong.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he picked up the phone again. He rang through to the band’s hotel, but this time he asked for a different room number.

“Hello,” came the rather disgruntled answer after a couple of rings.

“Gareth, what’s wrong with Eddie?” Steve asked without beating around the bus.

“Steve?” Gareth asked, although Steve was pretty sure it was just a stall.

“Gareth,” Steve said in a tone that usually had the not-kids-anymore kids jumping to do whatever he was telling them to.

There was a sigh from the other end.

“He’s having nightmares again,” Gareth finally said after a few moments silence.

“What? Why?” Steve asked.

“There was an incident at one of the venues,” Gareth revealed. “Nothing major, just some fans managed to get backstage and thought it would be hilarious to try and scare the big bad metal band. They had these demon masks and party poppers and hid in the green room. Security got rid of them, but it spooked all of us a bit.”

“If I ever get my hands on those assholes, I will fucking kill them,” Steve growled out, mind jumping to the nail bat he still kept under the bed.

The Upside Down was closed off, there hadn’t been any trouble for three years, but he could never quite shake the need to have a weapon to hand. He could only imagine what it was like for Eddie on tour in strange places. After all, Eddie had nearly died.

“They were just stupid kids,” Gareth did his best to sound soothing, but Steve was pretty sure they were actually in agreement.

“Why didn’t he mention it to me?” Steve asked.

“Probably because he didn’t want to worry you,” Gareth replied. “We’ll make sure he’s okay, Steve,” Gareth promised. “We love him too.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Thanks. Don’t tell him I called, okay? He’ll only worry about me worrying.”

“No problem,” Gareth replied. “Sorry, I have to go, the van’s waiting downstairs.”

“Knock ‘em dead,” Steve replied, “and thanks again.”

“See you in a couple of weeks,” Gareth said, and the line clicked off.

Putting the receiver back in the cradle, Steve stared at the phone for a little while longer. It was as he picked it up for the third time, he realised he had made the decision before he had even put it down the first time.

He didn’t stop moving until he was in sitting on the plane. He’d let Robin and Dustin know he was going and asked them to pass on the information. Robin had told him to ‘go get his man’. He’d packed a bag and called a taxi to the airport, barely pausing to make sure he had anything but his wallet. Luckily the girl on the ticket desk had taken pity on him and found him a not completely terrible flight across the country. Staring out the window, all he could think about was Eddie.

By the time he reached the hotel it was the early hours of the morning. He didn’t need to ask reception because he already knew the room number, so he headed straight up. When he stepped out on the right floor a guy in a black suit lurking in the shadows gave him a look. Apparently, someone was taking security seriously now. Corroded Coffin was what some publications liked to call an over-night sensation, even though they had been working hard for several years that didn’t seem to count. You couldn’t turn on a rock station without them coming up. They deserved to be looked after.

Also apparently, someone had briefed the security guy well, because he glared at Steve for a few moments and then appeared to relax. How security knew what he looked like he decided not to ask.

Walking quickly along the hall he got to Eddie’s door. The first thing he noticed was the sound of an acoustic guitar. Not really a surprise after what Gareth had told him. When Eddie couldn’t sleep, he always retreated to his music.

Lifting his hand, Steve knocked.

The guitar playing stopped.

Steve knocked again when no one answered the door.

A second later, the door was yanked inwards, and Eddie was staring at him as if he didn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“Steve,” Eddie said, eyes big and round.

“Hi,” he replied and gave Eddie a little wave.

“Am I dreaming?” Eddie asked and sounded just a little afraid Steve wasn’t real.

“Nope,” he said, reaching out and touching the side of Eddie’s face.

Eddie almost clocked himself on the side of the head with his guitar, clearly forgetting he was holding it as he tried to cover Steve’s hand with his own. At which point, Steve took the guitar and gently shepherded Eddie back into the room. Once the door was closed, he put the guitar down, dropped his own bag and crowded into Eddie’s personal space.

“Missed you,” he said, taking Eddie’s face in his hands.

The were dark circles under Eddie’s eyes and his skin was pale, but he was just a beautiful to Steve as always.

“Missed you too,” Eddie replied, a tiny smile quirking his lips as he drank Steve in with his eyes. “How?”

“Need you to be happy, Eds,” he said, leaning forward so their foreheads were touching. “That’s all that matters.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he interrupted. “Need to hold you and chase the nightmares away.”

“Who told you?” Eddie asked, but there was no heat to his tone even as he wound his arms around Steve.

“Twisted Gareth’s arm,” Steve confessed, wrapping Eddie in a tight embrace. “Knew something was wrong on the phone earlier.”

“Not as good an actor as I think I am, huh?” Eddie said into his shirt.

“Only to me,” Steve assured him, “and well probably Wayne.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie, but he didn’t move from his position in Steve’s arms.

“God I love you,” Eddie said.

“Me too,” Steve replied, “always and forever.”

When Eddie had gone off on tour it had seemed like such a big thing, the first reality of the rockstar lifestyle. Steve had worried it would pull them apart, but what he’d realised during the earlier phone call, was it was all irrelevant. All the mattered to him was Eddie. Everything else was just details to be worked out.

He didn’t have a plan. Hadn’t had more than the sure and certain knowledge he needed to get to Eddie. He would work out what to do next when he woke up in the morning with Eddie in his arms. That was the important part.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie lives #post season 4 #steddielovemonth #eddie x steve #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanons: wayne & steve bonding????

Okay I know you just sent me a bunch but you know how in love with Wayne I am so I’m skipping around

“Every spot has different fish, and different lures and bait work for different fish.”

Steve watched as Wayne showed him everything he had in his tacklebox.

“I got plenty so you don’t need to worry ‘bout getting anything.”

Steve wasn’t worried about that, mostly because he had no intentions of fishing without Wayne.

“Eddie already got everything else in the truck for us before he left for practice so we should get goin’.”

It was so early.

The sun was just coming up, but Wayne insisted this was the best fishing time.

Steve didn’t really think it was the best time for anything except sleeping, but he wouldn’t argue with Wayne over this.

He was so excited to share this with Steve.

The drive was quiet, old country music playing on the radio softly as Steve watched the trees pass by.

When they arrived at the lake, Steve hopped out of the truck and grabbed the fishing poles.

They set up along the edge of the lake, Wayne showing him what to use and how to hook the bait. He showed him the trick to casting far, but not too far that he’s miss the bobber going under if something decided to bite.

Steve had never gone fishing. His dad used to fish with business partners all the time, but never thought it could be a bonding activity for them to do together.

Wayne saw things differently.

It was quiet on the lake, only one other person fishing there quite a ways away.

Steve started to lose track of time, surprised to find that he didn’t really mind. The peace of the lake and Wayne’s relaxing presence making him wish this time wouldn’t end.

“You ever come out here to swim?”

Wayne’s voice was soft, but Steve still startled at the sudden noise.

“Not in a while. Hard to find the time.”

“Well, I’m sure glad you found time to come out here with me.”

“I am too. Thanks for showing me the ropes.”

“Well, it ain’t no problem at all. Eddie ain’t much for the outdoors unless it’s lookin’ at stars. Plus I like spendin’ time with ya, son.”

Steve held back tears as Wayne focused on their lines in the water.

“I’m glad Eddie’s got you.”

They spoke at the same time, finally looking at each other.

“You got me too, ya know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. Love ya just as much as Ed. Maybe a little different, but just as much. You’re my kid too.”

Steve leaned into his side for a moment, just a hint of a hug.

He was surprised when Wayne put his arm around him and squeezed once.

“Maybe we could do this once a month. Just you and me. Sound okay?”

“Sounds great, Wayne.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #wayne munson

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.1 - Ryan x Dutton!reader

Um so I watched all of Yellowstone last week and as a result, my multi-year writer's block was broken by a need to see more of Ryan because I am obsessed with Ian Bohen. Idk how many parts this will have or how often it will get updated as I'm in the last few months of uni but I hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!Reader (Kayce's twin sister)

WC: 1053

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Disclaimer: Beyond watching Yellowstone I have zero/little knowledge of Western riding and the ranching lifestyle but I do know horses so that has certainly influenced this! I'm also English so writing dialogue correctly for them is not my strong point! If you find any issues please let me know!

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The sun was just beginning to dip below the mountains and the cold was starting to set in when she joined him on the fence.  Neither of them spoke for a while, just looking out at the vastness in front of them, all that was theirs but came with so many conditions.  

Eventually she broke the silence, “so you told him?  How’d he take that one?”

Wordlessly he opened his shirt where the ‘Y’ was just starting to scab over, still red and angry.

“Motherfucker,” she swore, “this ain’t fair Kayce.  He doesn’t just get to do this.”

He shook his head, “dad does whatever he wants and there ain’t no consequences for him.  That’s why I gotta do this.”

“Shit man.  What’s Monica gonna do?  Besides worrying about you getting your ass shot in the desert miles from civilisation?”

Kayce chuckled, “beats getting my ass shot in the middle of Montana miles from civilisation.  She’ll be okay, her family will help and she’ll be a teacher.  Just like she planned.  It’s you I’m worried about here with dad and no one else to speak sense to.  ‘Cept Lee”

“Well I’m leaving, dad be damned.  I’m not gonna be a pawn in his power trip.  Gonna go see this godforsaken country and win it all so that when I come back he can’t question whether it’s where I wanna be,” she declared.

Her brother rolled his eyes, “you ain’t talking about the same him now.”

“I don’t know what your talking about,” she denied, staring out at the darkened mountains.

Kayce shoved her shoulder, “you can’t bullshit to me y/n.  That’s the one problem with being twins, ain’t no way to lie to me.”

“I’m just a kid to him, he ain’t ever gonna see me any other way if I stay here,” she admitted, “hell if I stay here no one will ever see me as anything more than his kid.  ‘S why we both gotta do this Kayce.”

He nodded, “no way to stand in the sun in this state, always gonna be a shadow.”

“When I come back I’ll be able to stand in sunlight so bright I’ll have a fucking halo.”

-/-/-

2 years later…

 Montana has its charms all year round, but fall has a particular appeal.  The leaves had started to turn, there was a chill in the air that only seemed to get  stronger and there was still a frost on the grass that the sun hadn’t hit.  

With the sun keeping the cold from their bones, the Yellowstone ranch hands were occupying themselves keeping their roping skills fresh.  Rip observed from the sidelines as the new hand struggled to keep up with Ryan who turned to lecture the kid about keeping his eye on the steer.  

Lloyd rolled his eyes when he missed the horns again, “you gotta try harder than that if you wanna be a wrangler!”

“He keeps pulling the damn steer too early,” the hand argued back.

Ryan glared at him, “don’t fuckin’ blame me for your bad skills.”

Before they could descend into an all out brawl, the group were distracted by the sound and sight of truck coming down the road.  They watched it pull up in front of the barn, trailer in tow.  A rare silence occupied them as they watched a young woman step out, adjust her hat then stare out across the ranch in front of her.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Lloyd muttered, “she’s back.  You fuckin’ know about this?”

Rip said nothing, but his face gave the answer.  The other hands who recognised her muttered between themselves about what she was doing back after so long.

The new hand leaned over towards Ryan, “who the fuck is that and why does everybody care?”

“That is y/n Dutton,” he answered without taking his eyes off of her.

“I didn’t know John had another daughter,” he responded.

Ryan shook his head, “hell kid you gotta lot to learn about this place.”

“She’s fuckin’ hot mind,” the hand murmered.

The older hand spat out his words, “you keep words like that off your tongue if you want to keep it.”

Lee stepped out of the barn and stepped around the truck to greet her, “the prodigal daughter returns.”

“I don’t see Beth anywhere,” she laughed bitterly, “but it’s good to see you Lee.”

He hugged her, “I’m glad you’re back.  Been a long time coming.”

“I came back for me, not for him remember that,” she turned towards the corral, “think I’ve given them enough of a show to explain it so they can pick their jaws up off the floor?”

He gestured for her to follow him towards where the ranch hands were all still quietly watching.  She strode over to the group, smiling at Rip who nodded back at her.

“Where’s that mare of yours?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “a champion barrel horse would be wasted on this ranch.  Sold her for more money than I’m ever gonna earn in the rest of my lifetime.”

“You ain’t rodeoing anymore?” Lloyd questioned.

“I did what I set out to do when I went on the circuit.  Saw this godforsaken country and won it all.  It’d get boring to win it over again,” she moved her gaze towards where Ryan was watching her, “ain’t no one gonna question where I wanna be now.”

Rip nodded, “afraid we ain’t got a horse to spare for you y/n.”

“I got that covered Rip.  Got one coming up tomorrow from a ranch in Wyoming.  Some fuckin’ old school boys who don’t know how to be nice to a horse they didn’t ruin,” she explained, “man’s wife broke it and now she’s dead ain’t no one gonna ride him gentle.  Figured he might stand a chance with me.”

Lloyd chuckled, “always were a soft hand.  Figured that’s how you won it all.”

“Guess that question that remains is, do you have a place for me?  Not in the house but here,” she clarified.

Lee looked at Rip then back at his sister, “I reckon so.  You gonna stay in the bunkhouse?”

“Oh fuck no,” y/n laughed, “I didn’t drag that thing all the way from Texas to sleep with these fuckheads.  It’s looked after me in worse places.  Think it’ll do just fine here.”

#ryan yellowstone #ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #yellowstone imagine #dutton ranch #dutton!reader #ian bohen

[eris-snow]

3. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐈𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Feeling his eyes on you is like discovering how to breathe again. Relearning how to inhale and exhale and reworking the smile on your face. 

“Come here, nerd. We need to talk.”

Katsuki is this close to losing it.

He doesn’t know how Izuku had developed selective amnesia in the span of hours, but Katsuki was considering hurling him into the nearest brick wall and see if it would work. He was rapidly running out of options at this rate. Percussive maintenance. How fitting.

This had been the 3rd consecutive day of him reintroducing you to Izuku, and no matter what question he asks, Mr I Fart Quirks Out Of My Ass just doesn’t remember you. What the hell?

You definitely know what’s up, because every time Izuku apologises for not remembering you, you simply smile and wave it of.

After the 5th day of this cycle, Katsuki comes to the hall alone.

“Oh,” You say, watching him calmly climb the stage by your stupid seat. “You’re here early. Where’s Midoriya—”

Katsuki pushes the heavy drapes aside and snarls.

“You’re fucked up, you know that?”

You look startled, but Katsuki doesn’t stop. “The nerd has been coming here every day, and you still go along with his ‘I don’t remember, I’m so sorry!’ bullshit. You have more problems than the water percentage in horse shit.”

Your face curls into a scowl. “Well hello to you too, Bakugou. Should I get up and offer you a chair and discuss your issues? Don’t worry about snacks, we have peanuts.”

The blond reels back at the sarcasm. Okay, you’re snippy.

“And let’s set the record straight. Your problems stack up so high, it makes Mount Everest look like an ant hill. You don’t get to say jack shit about me.”

Katsuki huffs. You’re really pissy today.

“Stop changing the subject. Tell me what you did to him before I punt you.”

You suddenly go very, very still. Eyes dull, lips pressed into a tight line like you’re recalling something unpleasant. Finally, you sigh.

“We’re not talking about this.”

“Uh, yes we are.”

You whirl to him, glare lethal. It feels like he’s staring at an angry Midoriya, because the way his skin crawls at your face can only be done by Izuku (and Auntie Inko, shh.).

“Drop it,” you hiss.

And he does, so that’s that.

—

Katsuki gives up on bringing Izuku back to the hall. There’s no point, anyway, since he won’t remember.

Schoolwork starts to pile up like a stake of due bills, so he stops going too. It doesn’t mean he stops thinking about you, though.

It’s just the little things that he’s now hyper-aware of. You’re nowhere. And by nowhere, he means not even in the halls, or at assembly. In that short span of time he kept coming to time without Izuku, Katsuki would find you in all sorts of positions.

Playing the piano terribly, leaning against the wall with your ears plugged as you hide away in the crevices of the curtains. Sometimes you’re doing homework, sprawled out on the light brown timber planks. Sometimes you’re revising.

However, every time he walks in, you smile up at him like he’s done no wrong and stop, putting aside your materials so that he could rant about how stupid it was to hide out in here.

On the country, whenever someone other than him walks in, they’d simply give him a raised eyebrow, before leaving without a word.

“Why don’t they ever say anything about you?”

“Maybe cause you’re the hero in training, and I’m not?”

A bullshit reason, but he doesn’t call you out on it.

Talking to you is like a refreshing vacation. Delightfully plucked out of time, away from the problems of rebranding and school work outside. Katsuki never dissociates. He doesn’t like to. But he appreciates the normalcy of his conversations with you.

You listen better than his therapist ever did.

It takes a second for him to realise that he’s been staring at the same diagram on his paper for 5 minutes, and he has to shake his head to snap out of it.

He tells his brain to kindly shut up, pushes the thought of you aside and refocuses on his assignment.

Something about triangles. And circles.

—

It has become common knowledge that Katsuki can cook as well as a Michelin star chef, and it has thus become common knowledge that U.A.’s kitchen was his.

Well, not all his. Sato owns half of it, but it’s mostly his. Clean, neat and organised, because so help the idiot that would mess up the his spice rack. Which is the only reason why he’s resisting the urge to dump this pot of curry onto said idiot’s head.

Seriously, fuck his life. Denki has decided that horror stories was going to be his new favourite past time, so he gets to hear a new stupid one every week.

Have you ever heard of the Women In Snow?

There was a wendigo spotted nearby! We have to go and see it!

We should go ghost hunting! I hear that there have been paranormal sightings—

“If I hear another mention of ‘hauntings’ or ‘ghosts’, I’m gonna boil you, throw you out on the carpet, and dance on your body.” Katsuki interrupts flatly, jabbing a ladle dangerously close to Denki’s face. “If you want to be here, make yourself useful!”

Denki dodges the attack, flying behind Eijiro who was standing beside Katsuki scooping rice. Coward.

“Kirishima, save me! Bakugou’s gonna murder me!”

Eijiro sighs with an exasperated look on his face. He’s always the peacemaker, and if Katsuki could find it in him to feel sorry for him, he wouldn’t be here.

“Bakugou—”

“Shut the hell up, Shitty Hair! Stay out of it.”

Denki pouts, peeking from behind Eijiro’s red hair. “If I become a ghost, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.”

“Out!”

Denki grabs a stack of plates from the cabinets and places them on the counter. Dinner was about done, anyway.

“You’re being pissy!” The blond calls as a parting remark.

“You’re being insufferable,” Katsuki lashes back, taking the plate Eijiro had handed him. Eijiro gives him a concerned expression as Katsuki dumps the curry beside the rice.

He likes Denki’s first horror story best, though.

—

It’s a week until Speech Day and Katsuki feels like he’s going to pop a gasket.

He can handle it-the stress was nothing compared to his first year-but the war has changed him in ways he sometimes wished it didn’t.

Nightmares plague his slumber and between the wrapping up of syllabus and finals ending, he’s so close to degenerate into his old tendencies.

The yelling. The punching. The heat under his collar.

He’s pent up, and he needs someone that can listen. Izuku is there, he always is, but it’s an itch his best friend can’t scratch, because it’s something only you can do.

The quiet of the hall. The hushed conversations. You don’t have a clue what he’s going through, but you try to understand even if he just dropped into your life like a comet from outer space.

That…means a lot more to him than it should have.

He stares at the unnecessarily big doors in front of the hall, debates for a grand total of 5 seconds, decides he doesn’t give two shits about pride and yanks the doors open.

Katsuki manages one step into the hall, before he hears sniffling.

Shit, are you crying? You better not be crying. He doesn’t know what to do with crying people.

Should he go?

He pauses at that.

His shoes squeak on the smooth flooring as he hauls himself on the stage. You’re right where you usually are, splayed on the ground with a book in your hand and tissues strewn beside you.

Your nose is red.

He pulls the curtains away and steps back stage, cautiously approaching you. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle again, blowing your nose.

“Sinus,” you groan, throwing a tissue ball at him. “Been having it all morning. Life hates me.”

And for some reason, that makes him laugh. Low and raspy, genuine and soft. That feels nice.

“Throw that at me one more time.” He replies easily, relief evident. “I dare you.”

You close your book, grinning at him as you unplug your ears. Your eyes light up like a firework show.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a warning.”

He says plainly, flinging the tissue paper back at you so he can create a spot to sit down.

“What brings you here? I thought you hero course students had to—oh.” You put two and two together quick. Katsuki watches you look back at him, and then to your book.

There’s silence for a quick second, before you settle. “Tell me about your patrols?”

And just like that, he’s off like a bullet.

You nod along and listen, balling the tissues in your hand that are wet with tears.

That was too close.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou) #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #comfort

[drewsbuzzcut]

Midnights Like This

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: pregnancy, mentions fear of rain/thunderstorms

Because not every problem can be fixed with a single moment, no matter how much you want it to, you and Mat enrolled in couples therapy. It’s not because you don’t love each other anymore, but because your communication has gone off the rails a tad bit. Your therapist recommended staying apart for a few more months just so that the both of you can rebuild that once healthy communication. They also said that small dates- family dates or just you two -are really good for keeping things fresh. You’ve never had a problem with keeping things fresh, but you still went through with random date nights.

You are going on month three of therapy, and it should be your last month before you move back in with Mat. The month feels long with you eager to be back home and in his arms all the time. You’re also five months pregnant, it’s getting harder to take care of two boys by yourself majority of the time. Usually Mat will spend the night at the Hampton’s house, but he’s on a roadie so it’s just you and the boys.

It’s close to midnight, you’re laid out on the bed, watching Mat play. Your body is relaxed and warm until you hear the echoes of thunder, and you see the flashes of lightning that sneak past the curtains. Your heartbeat starts to speed up, but you have to remind yourself to stay calm. You focus on the sounds coming from the tv, hoping to calm down and that the thunder won’t wake up Nolan or Angel.

The low sounds of your phone ringing startle you, but “barzy🤰” popping up on your screen slowly starts to soothe your worry.

“Barzy,” you say softly, afraid your voice will break.

“Hey, are you okay? Is Nolan okay?” He asks hurriedly, you can tell he just got back to his hotel by the sounds of him discarding his things.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” You try to play it off, not wanting him to be worried when there’s nothing he can do when he’s across the country.

“Y/n. It’s storming over there. I know they aren’t your favorite thing, and I know Nolan is terrified of them. So I’ll ask again, are you both okay? Is Angel good, too?”

You forgot about Mat’s habit of checking the weather for wherever you and the boys are when he isn’t with you. Momentarily you forget about the fear rising in your chest, love replacing that emotion.

“We’re all good. I got a little anxious, but talking to you is helping a lot,” you answer his question, hearing the sigh of relief that falls from his lips. You could really go for a kiss right about now.

“I’m glad. You know you can always call me, even if it’s hours in the night, you can call.”

“I know, barzy. I think I should let you go, though. I don’t want to keep-“ you’re cut off by a house-shaking thunder that’s followed by a cry coming from Nolan.

You’re about to jump out of bed to run to him when you hear his little feet thumping against the wood floors. He throws your bedroom door open, tears falling rapidly and launching himself into the bed and into your side.

“No, don’t hang up. Let me talk to my little man,” Mat requests.

“Here, baby. Daddy wants to talk to you,” you whisper into Nolan’s ear as he is pressed up against you, of course, careful with your growing bump. You can feel him shaking and his lip is trembling. He peers up at you with wide eyes as his crocodile tears continue to fall. You caress his cheek, and push his hair out of his face while putting your phone on speaker.

“Talk to daddy.”

“Hey, nols. I miss you, bub, so much. I know it’s raining and loud over there, but I really need you to protect your baby brother and mommy,” he says to him.

“And baby too,” Nolan adds, making you smile at the way he remembers his newest, unborn sibling.

“Yes, and the baby, too. Protect them, okay. I love you. You should go back to bed, it’s late. Cuddle and give mommy kisses for me,” Mat finishes.

“Okay. Lub you, too, dada,” Nolan says in his little voice.

“I love you, baby. Thank you for calling,” you say.

“Always. I love you more. Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight.”

a/n: Hope y’all enjoy!

taglist: @literatureluster

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal angst #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟓   ❛ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ❜   |   NAKAWE SACRARIUM, DEC. 1990

❧  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

❛ It seemed easier to worry about the responsibility. Arnaut’s life as crown prince had not formally begun, and it wouldn’t until the mourning period ended. Yet, he grasped its weight as soon as Safya’s body was sealed away. He wanted to be crushed by it, with hope that it would somehow distract from the fraternal pain of loss. He had learned alongside Safya out of obligation but absorbed only a fraction of what she did. There was disinterest and laziness. There was also the inability to imagine a world where he needed to do her job. She would never need him to take meetings or parse policy for her. His flimsy mastery of statecraft, his failure to remember details, his penchant for wandering into mischief … It was all unimportant. What she needed was someone who understood. In public, Safya maintained a brave face. She weathered criticism well, whether from the media or her mother. Their relationship was where she exhaled. Even once an ocean separated them, Arnaut knew it was his responsibility to give her that. He remembered quickly, almost immediately, that his inheritance was inseparable from her absence—that what he had given Safya died with her and that he would be, for the first time, alone.

❧ thank you @/trentonsimblr and @/ardeney-sims for letting blanca visit your countries askdfj anyway, i've been excited about this scene ... what do they say? hurt people hurt people? yeah. also everyone is contractually obligated to ignore the lil mistake that i did not notice until everything was done and queued djdhfj

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

[B] I have a show in Aducia in two months, then onto Trenton.

[A] You’re joking. [B] Why would I be? [A] It doesn’t make sense.

[A] How can you just leave us? [B] Did you think I was staying? Come on. [A] Running away, now of all times?

[B] Don’t you dare. Your responsibility is your problem, not mine.

[A] It’s a family problem, Blanca. Extraordinary. Everyone has to change. You’re still part of the family, aren’t you? [B] That’s not fair. You don’t get to lecture—

[A] I do! The family needs you, and you’re never here. It’s time.

[A] Mama may let you come and go, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. You have to know that.

[B] You weren’t here either. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel guilty. [A] It’s not the same. It wasn’t a choice the way— [B] It is. We both made choices, and I won’t feel bad about any of mine just because you have regrets now. [A] No, I don’t— [B] Why argue, then? You didn’t want this. I know you didn’t! You’re not ready for it. Everyone knows. The whole country knows. They’re more forgiving of walking away than getting sent off.

[A] Stop. It’s that … Look, I need you. That’s it. [B] This is how you show it? Persuasive.

[A] She’s gone, and no one can replace her, but … If I have to be here instead, then I need someone who gets it—gets me. [B] Papa? Martin, Sebastian— [A] Seriously? You’re the spare now, Blanca. You should be.

[A] But, you run away from anything difficult. You ran away from your own children—! Safya’s gone … I have to do her work, so I guess they’ll be my responsibility, too. Consequences you leave for other people to clean up are still consequences. They catch up to you eventually.

[A] I shouldn’t have said that. [B] You made your point. [A] I’m sorry.

[A] Blanca …

[B] Let me go. You’re being cruel, and I know you aren’t cruel, so I’m going to forget we had this conversation. You should, too.

#ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e02

[writingsofwerewolves]

Here's the first chapter of the werewolf noncon story I'm working on. It's still not fully edited and some things are subject to change before I post it to AO3, but I wanted to share in case some folks wanted an early peek.

If you need any content warnings, maybe wait to decide to read it until I've posted it to AO3 with all the appropriate tags. The only warning I can give right now is that it contains noncon.

The following sample is about 7k words.

Day 1

A free trip across the country. I should’ve known it sounded too good to be true. By the time I realized, it was far too late. I’d already signed the contract.

“For the next four days, you all belong to the werewolves aboard this train,” the woman explained as we crowded into a small room for the orientation. “You will do as they say. For the next four days and three nights, your bodies belong to them. Understood?”

Around me, there was a chorus of “yes ma’am’s,” a lot of which sounded bored. In fact, many of them looked as if they’d been through the same speech a million times. Maybe they had.

“We have some special guests on this trip,” the woman continued and a few of my fellows perked up, “So I want you all to be on your best behavior. Now, get to work.”

With the dismissal, a door was opened and everyone started filing out, a few of them murmuring excitedly to each other.

“Who do you think it is?” one of the men whispered to a shorter woman, “One of the Alpha’s agents?”

“I heard the Alpha himself was coming,” she replied.

“Hush now!” the director woman snapped.

When the room was nearly empty, I stepped towards her, “Umm… ma’am?”

She looked down at me, an impatient eyebrow raised.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I said in a small voice, “I didn’t know what I was signing when—”

“You signed the contract, didn’t you?” she asked impatiently.

“Yes, but I was told—”

“You didn’t read it?”

“I was in a hurry and the lady said it was—”

“Not my problem,” she held up a hand, “You signed the contract. You’re legally bound to it, whether you read it or not. Now get out there. You have guests to tend to.”

“But I’m… I’ve never…”

She heaved a heavy sigh, gripped my shoulders, spun me around and marched me forward, out the door.

In the train car, several werewolves were lounging in chairs, drinks in hand, and some already had a human companion in their laps. My eyes widened in horror when I saw one of the humans had already been forced to his knees, his head between the legs of a werewolf woman while her fingers knotted in his hair, grinding his face against her crotch.

“New to this, sweetie?” a voice sounded beside me.

I jumped as a hand wrapped around my arm and dragged me closer to a large, warm body.

“Don’t worry, baby,” the werewolf man murmured, leading me over to one of the chairs, “I’ll take care of you.”

He sat and pulled me into his lap, his hand squeezing my ass possessively, making me yelp with surprise.

“Please don’t,” I said in a small voice, struggling against his hold, “Please, I’m… I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, pressing his nose into my neck, “I think you’re supposed to be right here.”

His hand moved from my ass to between my legs.

I desperately tried to push him away and said, “I’ve never done this. Please…”

He paused, pulling back to look in my eyes, “You’re a virgin?”

I swallowed dryly and nodded.

A wicked smile broke out on his face, “Well then I just won the lottery.”

I fought back a sob as he ducked his head again, nibbling at my neck. His hand was still between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit through my clothes. I’d never been touched like that by anyone before. And my first time was by a stranger whose name I didn’t know, who didn’t know my name, and who only saw me as a sex toy.

Yet, I couldn’t help the whimpers of pleasure that came from my lips. It felt good to be touched for the first time. For the hand on my clit to not be my own or a vibrator.

Just four days and I’d be free. The train would arrive and I’d be free. I just had to put up with it for four days.

While the man continued to rub me through my clothes, he spoke to his fellow werewolves, many of whom also had humans on hand. He talked as if he wasn’t actively violating me in front of everyone, only occasionally ducking his head to nibble at me while someone else talked.

I kept my eyes averted from everyone else. I didn’t want to see how many people were witness to my shame. I couldn’t handle it.

Eventually, one of the man’s hands made its way under my shirt and started squeezing my breast. I whined and squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand, but it was no good. He held me still with one arm while assaulting me with his other hand.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” a deep voice sounded from above me.

“Oh… uh… Of course, sir,” the werewolf holding me said quickly and I suddenly found myself being pushed out of his lap, onto my feet.

I swayed, unsteady from the abrupt change, only to be caught by new hands around my upper arms.

“All yours,” the man that had been holding me said.

I looked up at the new werewolf. He was extremely tall and clearly very thickly built under his nicely fitted suit, with a thick black beard and long hair pulled neatly behind his head. The man held me at arm’s length for a moment, his eyes looking me up and down before he inclined his head towards the previous werewolf.

“Thank you, Robert,” he said.

“Of course, sir,” the previous werewolf said quickly, “Whatever you need.”

The new werewolf scooped me into his arms, cradling me to his broad chest, as he walked through the train car.

“I can walk on my own,” I told him, struggling in his hold.

“I am certain you can,” he said with a rich chuckle, “But I wish to carry you, pup.”

I pursed my lips at the pet name, “I’m not a pup.”

He smiled, but said nothing as he moved to one of the chairs and sat, continuing to cradle me in his arms.

“Let me go,” I said, pushing at his chest to try to get away.

He raised an eyebrow, “If you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you for their own. Did you perhaps prefer Robert?”

I glanced back towards where the previous werewolf was. He had already found another human, his hand in the woman’s pants.

“N-no,” I stuttered out, “But I’m not supposed to be here at all.”

“You signed the contract, yes?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know what it was for.”

“Unfortunate. Still, as I said, if you leave my possession, another werewolf will take you and I do not want that. For the remainder of this trip, you belong to me, pup.”

I fought back a sob and nodded my understanding.

Just four days. Four days and I would be free.

Unlike the previous werewolf, my new captor didn’t touch me between my legs as he began speaking to the other werewolves. He held me to him with one hand on my waist while the other ran up and down my thigh, which was still more intimate than I liked, but it was better than having my clit touched in a room full of strangers.

I didn’t want to listen to the conversations around me. I wanted to completely check out. I rested my forehead against the man’s collarbone, closing my eyes and desperately trying to forget where I was. The werewolf’s hand on my thigh didn’t let me forget. I was acutely aware of the contact as his large, warm hand ran down almost to my knee and then up to the curve of my ass.

“A moment, pup,” he murmured in my ear, “I need to conduct some business in private.”

Before I knew it, I was being hauled gently to my feet. The werewolf took my hand and led me over to the corner of the train car, where a few other humans were sitting. He guided me to a chair and gestured for me to sit.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, “I will return shortly. Behave yourself.”

I nodded numbly and he smiled and turned, leaving the train car with a few other werewolves at his side. As soon as he was gone, the two other humans there leaned towards me.

“How’d you do it?” the woman asked in a hushed but excited tone.

“Do… what?” I asked, hugging myself protectively.

“Bag the Alpha,” the man said in disbelief, “I’ve been doing this for five years and I’ve never seen him take on a human before.”

I felt my eyes widen fearfully, “The… Alpha…? Like the Alpha?”

The pair of them nodded, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You really didn’t know?” the woman asked, “Wow… You must be oblivious. He’s only the most famous werewolf in the whole fucking world.”

My face warmed with shame and anxiety. The Alpha...what the fuck?

“He probably overheard that they’re a virgin,” the man commented to the woman.

“Really?” she looked at me, brow furrowed, “You’re a virgin?”

“I’ve… never had sex,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” the woman groaned, “If I’d known that was all it’d take to get the Alpha’s attention, I would’ve saved myself.”

My face burned further.

The werewolf that had laid claim to me returned to the car, walking straight towards me. He held his hand out to me.

As I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized I did recognize him. I’d seen him on the news plenty of times. I just hadn't been expecting to see him there.

“Come with me, pup,” he said, his voice soft.

The humans beside me gave me a look of jealousy and disbelief.

I swallowed hard and placed my hand within his. He helped me to my feet and started leading me to the door at the back of the train car. My breathing was rough and ragged. The Alpha. The fucking Alpha. I barely saw where we were going as he led the way through the train. He kept a steadying hand on me as I rocked with the train’s movements.

Then we were in a private room. A surprisingly large bed for it being on a train took up a large amount of the space. My heart raced in fear as I eyed the bed, but he pulled me past it and into a bathroom, also unexpectedly large for being on a train. Suddenly, he held me close, pressing his nose into my neck and inhaling deeply. When he pulled away, he had a frown on his face.

“You smell of other wolves,” he told me and he gestured at the shower, “Bathe thoroughly.”

“P-please, sir,” I looked up at him with wide eyes, “I… I shouldn’t be here.”

“Regardless, you are here and for the next four days, you belong to me, pup,” he said in a firm but not unkind voice. “Please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Shower and there will be clean clothes waiting for you.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he stepped out and closed the door behind him. Left with no real choice, I showered. Keeping in mind what he said about the scent of other werewolves, I made sure to wash my neck thoroughly where the other man had nibbled. I also took the time to wash away the evidence of my arousal between my legs. Of which there was an embarrassing amount.

Once I felt clean, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. Then I realized… I didn’t have any clothes to put on in the bathroom. My werewolf-scented clothes were there, but I knew the Alpha wouldn’t be happy about that. My only option was to step into the bedroom and hope there were clothes waiting for me there.

They were, but the Alpha was also there. He was on his cell phone, speaking a language I didn’t understand. When he saw me emerge, he said a quick goodbye to whoever was on the other end of the conversation and hung up. He gestured to a small stack of clothing on the bed.

“Dress,” he ordered, “Quickly, please. We have somewhere to be.”

I swallowed hard and moved towards the bed. The Alpha’s head was ducked as he did some typing on his phone. Steeling myself, I grabbed the shirt from the stack and tried to keep the towel firmly around me as I maneuvered to attempt to dress.

I heard the Alpha heave a sigh and then suddenly he was moving towards me. I tried to back away, but I hit a wall and then the Alpha was there, his hand gripping the towel I clutched around me. I tried to hold on to it, to keep him from pulling it off, but to no avail. The towel was yanked from my body and I struggled to cover myself with my hands. He dropped the towel and gripped one of my wrists, holding it up so I couldn’t use that hand to cover myself.

“There,” he said simply, “I have seen you naked. No need to complicate things to avoid this outcome now, is there?”

I didn’t respond, I just struggled against his hold, trying to free my wrist.

“Is there?” he repeated more firmly.

I stilled and said in a quiet voice, “No, sir.”

He released me, “Good pup. Now dress. As I said, we have somewhere to be.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied weakly.

He gave a nod and then moved away, resuming typing on his cell phone.

I dressed as quickly as possible, grateful that the man didn’t look at me again while I did so.

“Good,” he said, pocketing his phone and then offering me his arm, “Shall we?”

I wanted to scream “no!” in his face, but that wouldn’t do any good, so I nodded and moved to his side, holding his arm as he led the way out of the room. We went into the dining car and the Alpha gestured for me to sit beside him at a large table. There were lots of other werewolves sat there, and only a few of my fellow contracted humans.

Food was delivered to us. Mostly meat based, from what I saw. Which made sense, with all the werewolves.

My stomach was too tense to eat much. And as much as I tried to ignore the conversation around me, I still heard some of it.

“Alpha, you’re really not worried about the vampires rising in the north?” a woman werewolf asked, who had a human woman at her side.

“We have people keeping an eye on them, Delilah,” he responded, “As a whole, however, I do not believe vampires present a threat to us.”

“They threaten humans,” a man argued.

“Not as much as the news would have you believe. How many humans kill humans every day?” the Alpha asked, “The numbers of vampire on human violence feel high because the news reports on every single attack broadly when the reality is that they kill far fewer humans on average than humans kill each other.”

“So a few human deaths at the hands of vampires are acceptable?” another questioned.

“Not at all. I only mean to say that vampires as a species are not a threat to werewolves or humans. The violence, whether it be vampires against humans or humans against humans, needs to be addressed. I have formed a committee of vampires, werewolves, and humans to discuss what can be done. We are investigating the causes of vampire attacks on humans and learning how we can prevent them.”

“Killing all vampires would do it,” someone pointed out.

“Indeed, it would,” the Alpha agreed gravely, “Just as killing all humans would cease their attacks on werewolves. Do you suggest we commit genocide for the acts of a few individuals?”

The person flushed and didn’t respond.

“As I said,” the Alpha continued, “Vampires as a whole are not a danger to us. Everyone on an individual basis has the capability of committing horrendous acts, but those actions should not condemn their entire species.”

The conversation drifted away from vampires as I starred at the nearly full plate of food in front of me, stomach churning.

“You are not hungry?” the Alpha asked me softly.

“No, sir,” I replied in a whisper.

“You should at least drink some water,” he said, moving my glass closer to me before taking my plate and emptying it onto his.

I took the glass and drank a few sips before setting it back down.

The Alpha gave a weary sigh, shaking his head, “More, please, pup.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, a little bitterly, as grabbed the glass again, drinking more deeply.

“Good, pup,” he said softly.

My cheeks warmed under his praise.

He returned to speaking to others at the table and I obediently continued sipping my drink, realizing I was indeed quite thirsty.

After a while, the people dispersed from the table. The Alpha helped me up, but instead of letting me walk, he scooped me into his arms. I gave a small yelp of surprise, which earned a chuckle from him. I didn’t bother complaining. It wouldn’t do any good.

He carried me into another car, where the werewolves had settled down with their human companions. I tried to avert my eyes from the sexual acts being preformed shamelessly, but I couldn’t help glancing. A werewolf had their cock down a human’s throat. Another werewolf was fingering open a human’s pussy lazily. When I saw a human bent over a table, a werewolf plowing into them with a strap on, I finally buried my face in the Alpha’s shoulder, closing my eyes.

I felt him chuckle as he moved to sit in one of the chairs, cradling me to his chest. My body buzzed with nerves as I expected him to start fucking me like the other werewolves were doing to their humans.

“Quite the cutie you’ve got there, boss,” someone said.

“Indeed,” the Alpha agreed, running his hand up my thigh as he spoke, sending a shiver through me, “No companion for this trip, Leo?”

“All the good ones were taken,” the man sighed sadly, “There should be a rule that no one can have more than a single human on these trips. Delilah claimed two.”

“You could always ask her to share.”

The man raised an eyebrow, “It’s Delilah.”

The Alpha chuckled, giving my thigh a small pat, “Indeed. My apologies. You know the rules of the train are outside my jurisdiction, Leo.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re the Alpha,” the man persisted, “As if they’d refuse you anything.”

“As I understand it, they are still perfecting the system. You may lodge a complaint if you wish.”

“Won’t help me get my dick wet today,” the man grumbled.

“Indeed not,” the Alpha agreed gravely.

“You know I helped you out with those rogue packs in the west,” he said.

“You did,” the Alpha said slowly, “I am grateful for you assistance. It was invaluable.”

“Invaluable enough that you would let me have a taste of that cute little thing in your arms?” Leo asked.

I inhaled sharply and pressed closer to the Alpha, weirdly seeking safety in his arms despite the situation.

“I am glad to share many resources with you, Leo,” the Alpha replied coolly, “I will listen to any request you have that would improve your life and the lives of those in your territory. But this human is mine for the next four days and I have no intention of sharing them.”

I let out a breath of relief, my body relaxing.

“Of course, Alpha,” the man said quickly, “Sorry. I… My apologies.”

“No harm done. It never hurts to ask,” the Alpha replied, “I do hope you find company on this trip, my friend.”

“Thank you, sir,” he said before retreating.

“Are you alright, pup?” the Alpha murmured, stroking my cheek.

I pulled back so I could look up at him, “You’re not gonna share me?”

“No, I will not,” he said firmly, “You are mine.”

Something about the way he said that made me shiver. I glanced around the room. Lots of clothes had come off and more than a few pairs, or larger groups, were outright fucking. Yet the Alpha hadn’t done more than hold me.

“Are… are you going to do…” I swallowed and nodded to one of the nearer groups, “that… to me…?”

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, “Not here. Not in front of everyone, pup.”

I let out a breath of relief, though it was mitigated by the implication that he still would do it. That said, it was good to know that my violation wouldn’t be a public spectacle.

“Then… why are we here?” I asked in a small voice.

“Would you rather go back to my room now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” I said a little to loudly and quickly. I shrunk, feeling my face warm.

He chuckled and rubbed my thigh gently, “We are here for business purposes. I am waiting for someone to arrive, but they are running late. You are free to enjoy the show in the meantime.”

I glared at him and looked away from the groups of fucking people.

“You are not going to lean against me again?” he asked, sounding hurt, “I quite enjoyed that.”

“Sorry if your pleasure isn’t top of my priorities,” I muttered.

He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. For a second, I thought he was angry, but he was smiling.

“Good,” he stated, “I like your fire, pup.”

Before I could respond, someone approached, “Alpha. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Not a problem,” the Alpha released my chin and gestured to the chair beside him, “I missed you at lunch.”

“You looked occupied,” they said as they took their seat, “I’ve never seen you with a human on these trips. This one must be pretty special.”

“Perhaps,” the Alpha said, “Though I admit, I usually am far too busy to even notice the offerings.”

“I can relate to that. Makes me glad I have a permanent human companion ready and waiting at home.”

“Did you wish to discuss humans or the trade routes from your territory, Rose?”

“My apologies, Alpha. One of our grain suppliers is short this season and…”

I didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. My eyes were drawn again to the werewolves fucking their humans all around us. I wondered at how or even why they would choose to have such an important meeting in a room clearly designated for sex. Though, I couldn’t help but notice how the werewolf, Rose, seemed to be enjoying watching the proceedings while they discussed their territory’s food supply.

While watching the other werewolves enjoying themselves, I felt the Alpha’s hand firm on my thigh, rubbing circles there. Even though it wasn’t between my legs, like the previous werewolf had done, I still felt arousal build.

I had an internal debate. There were basically two options. I could fight the Alpha, not let myself get aroused or enjoy it, and he would still probably take me. Or I could give in to the excitement I felt building between my legs, which would make it easier for him to fuck me and probably make it less painful. I didn’t know which option I’d be able to live with after the four days were up.

“Thank you, Rose,” the Alpha said, beginning to rise as he cradled me in his arms. “I will set the plans in motion right away. The wolves in your territory will not go hungry.”

“Thank you, Alpha,” they said, giving a bow.

The Alpha carried me through the train cars, back to his room. I felt fear grip my heart. Once we were in his room, he set me down on my feet.

“Ah, good,” he said, “Your things were delivered here.”

“My… my things?” I sputtered, rushing over to where my two travel cases were.

But the Alpha beat me to it. He lifted one of the suitcases up onto a table and unzipped it.

“Please don’t,” I said, “That’s… that’s mine. It’s private.”

He turned and raised an eyebrow at me, “Not on this train, pup.” He returned his attention to the travel case as he filled it open. “You seem to have planned an extended trip.”

“Stay out of that,” I said, moving and reaching to grab the case. My words were cut off when the Alpha wrapped a hand around my throat. Automatically, I gripped his wrist in both my hands, fruitlessly trying to pry him off me.

“What exactly do you not wish for me to find, pup?” he asked, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge.

“You… you have no right,” I choked out. His hand wasn’t squeezing tightly, but I found I was having trouble speaking under his harsh gaze.

“You signed away your rights,” he reminded me, “Now go sit on the bed.”

I glared up at him for several long moments before dropping my gaze and letting go of his wrist. Once I did, he released my throat. I rubbed my neck automatically as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching fearfully as the werewolf dug through my belongings.

He systematically pulled out all my clothes, folding them and setting them aside. I couldn’t help that spread over flush of my face as he got to my underwear. I didn’t have fancy underwear or anything, but it still felt extremely invasive. To his credit, he didn’t make any lewd comments. He set the articles of clothing aside just as he had the rest.

When he finished going through the first travel case, he put everything back and moved on to the next. I shuffled uncomfortably as he unzipped it. Immediately, he raised an eyebrow. He reached into the case and pulled out a wand vibrator before looking at me questioning.

“You have a problem with vibrators?” I asked stiffly.

“Not at all,” he said with a chuckle, setting the device aside, “But my husband would chide you for buying such poor quality.”

“Husband?” I demanded, “You’re… married?”

He frowned at me, “That is hardly a secret. Many of your kind were upset to learn I was married to man.”

“Sorry, I don’t keep up with werewolf gossip,” I muttered, “I have more important things to do.”

“Clearly,” he nodded towards my travel case, “You packed quite thoroughly. Where are you going?”

I crossed my arms and pursed my lips.

“Or perhaps I should ask from what you are running,” he mused, “Regardless…” he returned my things to the case, “It seems you truly are just a traveler.”

“Did… did you think I was lying?” I asked, confused.

“I wondered if you had been sent to assassinate me,” he said, zipping up the case and setting it back on the ground.

“Why would I do that? And why me?”

He faced me, arms crossed as he frowned thoughtfully, “You truly did not know who I was, did you?”

I looked away, embarrassed.

“How did you come to be here, pup?”

“I’m not a pup,” I said through clench teeth.

“Answer the question.”

“I… I needed a way to get across the country,” I muttered, “But I didn’t have enough money. This lady said there was a free train, I just had to sign a bunch of stuff. It was leaving soon, so I didn’t have time to read the contract and…”

“And now here you are.”

“Lucky me.”

“You are indeed getting a free train ride across the country.”

“Not free if I have to pay with my body.”

“A fair point,” he inclined his head, “Were you telling Robert the truth? You are virgin?”

I grimaced, “Not a fan of that word.”

He chuckled, “Then you and my husband would get along well. You are sexually inexperienced?”

I nodded reluctantly.

“I take it you are not unfamiliar with pleasure,” he said, nodding towards my travel case.

“Whatever you’re gonna do, why not just do it?” I demanded, “Get it over with.”

The Alpha raised an eyebrow, “I have no intention of rushing this. After all, it is your first time. I want to make it memorable.”

“I think my virginity being taken against my will by the Alpha werewolf will be pretty fucking memorable.”

He smiled, “For me, I mean.”

I glared at him.

“There is that fire,” he said, stepping towards me, “You are cute when you are scared and submissive, but I like your defiance.”

“Not used to people not bending to your every whim, Alpha?” I asked spitefully.

“Good,” he breathed, moving closer until he was right in front of me. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up, “Do you have more to say, pup?”

I breathed heavily, struggling for another cutting remark, but nothing came.

“A pity. Now will you undress yourself or shall I do it for you?”

I swallowed hard. And there we came to my choice… Did I made it easier on us all? Or did I fight him the whole way?

He waited patiently for my answer, as if he knew what debate was raging in my head.

“Please don’t do this,” I whispered.

“I will not hurt you, pup,” the Alpha said, his voice soft and gentle, “And if you allow yourself, you will enjoy it as well.”

“I don’t want to,” I said, feeling tears sting my eyes. “Please, Alpha.”

He didn’t say anything. He ducked down and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pushing me backwards to lay on the bed. I went without fighting him, struggling to keep my tears from falling. Once I was on my back, the Alpha pulled my shoes off and then gripped the waistband of my pants. I stared up at the ceiling as he pulled down my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

“Hmm,” he rumbled, his warm hand finding my bare center, “You are positively soaked.”

I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth.

“I know better than to say this means you want this,” he told me, his thick warm thumb rubbing slow circles over my clit as I forced myself to stay silent, “It is a natural reaction to stimuli and has nothing to do with what you do or do not want. It will, however, make this easier.”

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips as he pressed a finger into me.

“Have you ever had something inside you before?” the Alpha asked, his voice low and husky as his finger swirled with me slowly.

“Y-yes,” I choked out, my hands in tight fists on the bedsheets as I fought to stay still.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands leaving my pussy and traveling under my shirt, pushing it up to expose my belly. “Solo explorations, I imagine?”

“Just fuck me already,” I ground out.

He smiled, “There is that fire.”

I glared at him as he pulled my shirt off, over my head, leaving me completely bare. He hands ran up and down my sides, taking the time to run his thumbs over my stiffening nipples. I couldn’t suppress my shudder at the sensation.

Then he pulled back and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, “Play with yourself.”

“W-what?” I stuttered, sitting up and scooting back away from him on the bed.

“Pleasure yourself,” he said, “I want to see what you enjoy.”

“Why do you care what I enjoy?” I demanded, my voice more weary than angry, “This isn’t that complicated. I’m already… prepped. Just fuck me and be done.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You are not nearly prepared enough for me, pup.”

My eyes widened in horror at the implication of his words. I automatically glanced down at the bulge in his pants and swallowed dryly.

“I will make sure you can take me before I fuck you,” he said, “You can ease that along. If you truly wish for this to be over quickly, touch yourself. Show me what brings you pleasure.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, “Fine, but… I only ever use a vibrator.”

“You never use your fingers?” he asked.

“Not on… on my clit. It doesn’t feel as good.”

“Hmm,” he said, shrugging off his shirt and folding it before setting it aside. “Still, I want to see you finger yourself. Please, pup.”

I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his shirtless torso. He looked sizable with the suit on, but without it, I could see he was a large man. Chewing my lip anxiously, I reached down between my legs.

Fuck, I was wet. Way more so than I got in my quick vibrator sessions. I was soaking the bed sheets beneath me. At the feeling of my fingers on my clit, I let out a small moan.

“Good pup,” he murmured. His words reminded me that he was there and I quickly pulled my hand away, my face flushing.

The Alpha was fully bare, having finished undressing while I touched myself. My eyes were drawn immediately to his half hard cock. I didn’t have much, if any, experience with real penises but it looked intimidatingly large.

“Did I tell you to stop?” the Alpha asked, his hand wrapping around his length as he slowly began stroking himself.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged.

He frowned and stepped closer to the bed. I started to back away, but he gripped my ankle and dragged me towards him.

“No!” I tried to kick at him, but before I could land a hit, he was on me, his waist between my thighs, his heavy torso on mine, and his hands pinning my wrists to the bed. I felt his large, burning hot cock resting against my pelvis.

“If I need to restrain you, I shall,” he warned in a low voice, “Is this what you want, pup?”

A shudder ran through me. My body was reacting to his words and the feeling of his weight pressing down on me, the strength of him holding me still.

“Hmm,” he raised a curious eyebrow, “Perhaps you do indeed enjoy it.”

He moved my wrists to above my head so he could hold them in a single hand. His newly free hand ran down my body, stroking my breasts, my belly, and finally settling between my legs. I struggled against his hold as he began gently rubbing circles over my clit.

“Please don’t,” I begged in a small voice.

The Alpha ignored my plea and ducked his head to my neck. First he inhaled deeply and then he nibbled at my neck, biting down gently. At the sensation I stilled and whimpered.

“Good pup.” he murmured against my neck and then he pressed a finger into me, while his thumb continued to work my clit. The Alpha continued to nibble and bite my neck.

My back arched off the bed as I felt his thick finger swirl within me.

“You are quite tight,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Have you had anything my size before?”

I swallowed hard and squeaked out, “N-no… I don’t think so.”

“Good,” he replied and I felt him press a second finger into me.

I winced at the stretch. It was borderline painful.

“Relax,” he ordered, pulling back to look into my eyes as he finger fucked me, “Give in and this will be much easier for you.”

“Easier for you to assault me?” I said through clenched teeth.

He curled his fingers upward as his thumb pressed hard against my clit, making me let out a long moan as I felt an orgasm fast approaching.

“I will enjoy this regardless,” he told me, “You can enjoy it if you allow yourself.”

“St-stop,” I begged, my hips moving of their own accord as I neared the edge. “D-don’t!”

He released my wrists, instead using his hand to grab my breast, giving it a rough squeeze as he thrust his fingers against my g-spot.

“Fuck…” I moaned out, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, my hands grappling at his arm for something to hold as pleasure washed over my body against my will. I felt my pussy convulsing rhythmically around his fingers as he continued to gently rub my clit, drawing out my orgasm.

He looked down at me as I panted, recovering from the experience, his fingers still deep inside me, his eyes full of lust.

“Am… am I wet enough for you now, Alpha?” I hissed with as much spite as I could in my breathless state.

“Hmm,” he mused, moving his fingers within me, making me whimper at the over-stimulation, “I think you may be. Do you feel ready for me, pup?”

“Just do it. Get it over with.”

“Alright,” he agreed, pulling his fingers from me and instead gripping his cock, stroking it and spreading my arousal on himself, “Would you like for me to take you like this?” he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.

I squirmed at the sensation.

“Or should I turn you over and fuck you from behind.”

My pussy clenched at his words and he smiled.

“From behind it is,” he said and before I could react, he grabbed me, and flipped me over.

“Hey!” I protested, starting to get up, but he pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the mattress. I shudder ran through me at the sensation of being pinned, his body pressing close behind me.

His other hand wrapped around his cock, guiding it to rub through my folds, soaking him in my juices.

“Please, wait,” I begged breathlessly, fear suddenly gripping me, “N-not yet. Please, Alpha.”

“What happened to ‘get it over with’?” he asked, sounding amused.

“I’m not ready,” I said, feeling tears start to soak through the blanket under my cheek.

“Do you wish for me to prepare you further?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Y-yes. Please.”

“Good pup,” he murmured, his hand moving between my legs, his fingers entering me again.

With the new position, it felt different, eliciting a whimper from me. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to force my body to relax, to let him in. I didn’t want it to hurt. I didn’t want it to be more painful than it had to be.

“You are doing well,” the Alpha told me, the hand on my back beginning to rub soothing circles there, rather than holding me down.

The praise went straight between my legs, sending strange tingles of pleasure through me.

He worked three fingers into me, gently moving in and out, filling the air with lewd squelching noises. I felt a second orgasm beginning to build in my belly. I knew that if I managed to cum again, my inner muscles would tighten and penetration would be difficult for a time afterwards. I didn’t want to test his patience by asking him to wait longer.

“Okay,” I spoke up, my voice shaky. I hated myself for being party to my violation, but I knew it would be worse if I wasn’t, “I… I think I’m ready…”

“Good pup,” he said, bending over me and pressing a kiss to my shoulder, “Try to relax. I will be gentle.”

He ran a soothing hand over my back before he resumed rubbing his cock against me, lubricating it. Then he lined himself with my entrance and pressed forward. As I felt the stretch, fear overwhelmed me.

“No!” I started to struggle, but his hand came quickly down on my back, pressing me flat against the bed.

“Stay still,” he ordered, “I do not wish to hurt you, pup.”

My hands tightened into fists around the blanket beneath me as tears blurred my vision. He continued to enter me slowly and I felt myself open around him, molding to his shape. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt foreign and uncomfortable inside me.

Behind me, I heard him groan in pleasure. He didn’t stop until I felt his pelvis flush against my ass. Then he stilled, his breathing ragged. After a moment, he reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“Oh!” I gasped out, my pussy twitching around him at the sensation.

And then he moved. He pulled back slowly, all the while his fingers worked my clit. Before he was fully out, he pushed gently back in. The sensation of him reentering me smoothly and the stimulation of my clit pulled a moan from my lips.

He slowly built up speed, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting forward. He couldn’t keep up pleasuring me while he moved. He instead gripped my hip, one hand still pinning me to the bed while the other provided him with more leverage.

Little sounds of pleasure escaped me every time he thrust back into my pussy. Without really thinking about it, I reached down to play with my own clit, needing that stimulation to truly enjoy the feeling of him fucking me.

“Good pup,” he grunted.

I gave a small pleased whine at his words, happy with the praise. It sent zings of pleasure through me.

With his large cock opening me up, stimulating nerves I hadn’t know existed, and my hand rubbing my clit, it didn’t take long for my second orgasm to hit me. I moaned openly into the blankets under my face, my free hand knotting in them as my pussy clenched and convulsed around the Alpha.

He muttered something in a language I didn’t recognize, but his meaning was clear. He was close as well. He fucked me roughly before pressing forward, his cock twitching within me as I felt a warmth filling me.

He panted, his body curling over mine as he used one arm to brace himself against the bed.

The Alpha kissed my shoulder and murmured breathlessly, “You did well, my pup.”

I hummed contently, wiggling my hips against him. He groaned and held me still. He slowly pulled out and I winced at the loss. I felt his cum drip out of me and run down my legs.

Very carefully, he lifted me into his arms and I leaned my head against his bare chest. He gave a low chuckle that vibrated my body as he moved onto the bed. The Alpha reached for something beside the bed and then pressed a warm, damp cloth between my legs.

I grimaced and squirmed uncomfortably.

“Sshh, pup,” he soothed, “Let me take care of you.”

I relaxed, melting in his arms as he cleaned the mess from between my legs. When he was done, he put the cloth away and kissed my forehead.

“You were wonderful,” he murmured, cradling me to him.

I blinked quickly, the fog of pleasure receding from my head. My breathing sped up.

“Pup?” he questioned, sounding concerned.

“I’m… not your pup,” I whispered, wiggling to try to get out of his arms, but he tightened his hold.

“For the duration of this trip, you are,” he reminded me, “You belong to me, pup.”

“Fuck you,” I said, pushing weakly against his chest, “Let me go.”

He chuckled and gripped my chin, raising my face to look up at him, “There is that fire again.”

I jerked my chin free and glared at him.

“You cannot honestly deny that you enjoyed this,” he told me, “You gave yourself to me freely.”

“Because fighting you would hurt more,” I countered.

“Perhaps. I do not believe that is the full truth. Did I hurt you, pup?”

I swallowed hard and reluctantly said, “No.”

“Good,” he replied, “If I do, I wish for you to tell me.”

“Why does it matter?” I demanded, “You’re gonna fuck me no matter what.”

“I will do what I can to minimize your discomfort. You did well asking me to prepare you further. If you continue to cooperate in that way, we both shall greatly enjoy the remainder of our time together.”

“I’m used goods now, though,” I pointed out, “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You believe that was your appeal to me?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Not in the way you think. I have no plans to toss you aside now.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to fuck you again,” he said simply, “I want you to cum on my cock over and over until you are incoherent.”

I swallowed dryly, my eyes wide.

“For now, however,” he began, “I think you should rest. We have two more nights together and after such an intense experience, I believe you need time to recover.”

His words made me truly process it… I’d had sex. Concerned, I reached a hand between my legs, as if to reassure myself that I was unharmed.

“Are you alright?” he asked, “Are you in pain?”

I shook my head, “No, but… was there blood?” I asked in a small voice.

His expression shifted into a kind smile, “No, pup. There was no blood.”

I let out a breath of relief. All my life, I’d been told my first time would be filled with blood and pain, but… it wasn’t. Whether that was due to my previous dildo usage or the Alpha’s thorough preparation, I didn’t know.

“Sleep, little one,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, “You are safe and cared for here.”

“I think we have different ideas of what safe means,” I mumbled, but I leaned my forehead against his shoulder regardless.

“Perhaps we do. Still, you can rest easy knowing I shall not touch you again tonight.”

#unknown's writing

[bisonaari]

Hello friends!! Thank you so much to have answered the feeler survey about a potential Käärijä fanzine, and the overwhelming response was so positive that I can say that

I WILL DO MY BEST TO MAKE THIS FANZINE HAPPEN

Here, I said it hahaha

I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything on how to organize such a project. I’ve asked many of my coworkers who published zines or took part in zines, and I will be getting help for this. It will just take me a bit of time to gather all the necessary info to make it happen, so that all the guidelines are clear for everyone, and overall stress-free

Here are some points that I have already thought and decided, according to a lot of your answers

PRICE: The zine will be free and volunteer based only. No one will be financially compensated, not even me. Käärijä is a fellow artist, and I don’t want to steal any profit from him, as we would be making money on his image. If there is any money involved in the project and there are leftovers for an unknown reason, the leftovers will be either refunded or given to charity, with receipts.

COLLAGES: As for medias other than illustration, I’ll have to check laws on distributing/printing pictures, as photographers need to be compensated and/or be credited. So for now, I’d say collages and edits are on hold.

FANFIC: Some people have expressed their inconfort of having fanfiction in the zine. I do not want people to be uncomfortable, so they will not be allowed

COSPLAYS: For cosplays, as long as you’re the person in the picture and consent for your picture to be distributed in the zine, go wild!

NSFW: No nsfw. The line is going to be “if Kärtsäri is doing it on stage it’s fine”. 

POSTAL SHIPPING: The problem with printing the zine is that I live in Canada, where the shipping fees go from 2$ to 30$ in the blink of an eye, even for in-country shipping. I’ll have to inquire at the post office with a prototype to see what kind of fees there would be. If it is too expensive, only the people who have taken part in the zine will get a printed copy, it will be only distributed as a pdf to everyone else

FANMERCH: As the previous point, I’ll need to inquire for shipping pricing first. I tried to ship a necklace to a friend once and it cost me 20$, to give you an idea on how INSANE Canada shipping costs can be.

PRINTING: If the zine gets actually printed, people will only pay the exact amount of money for a copy and the shipping fee. I will provide receipts at every stage of the process, as one of my biggest pet peeves in life is the lack of transparency.

SMALL FEES: I don’t mind absorbing some of the cost if there is any, for example printing prototypes and that kind of stuff. So don’t worry about it, I have a full time job and I’ll be fine. Enjoy the project stress-free!

COMMUNICATION: When the project will officially be started, I’ll create a discord server dedicated to this. If you don’t have discord, I’ll also have an email adress for zine communication

SHIPPING TO KÄRTSÄRI: YES. At the very least I’ll do my absolute best to make it happen. I don’t know if his label can get mail to him or if we need someone to take it to him at a gig, but I’ll do my best, it would be too funny to not try and give him a copy

There we go!! Next update will be when I’ll have absorbed enough info on how to organize a zine and written guidelines.

If you have any suggestion or concern, you can always dm me here, I answer absolutely everyone! 

THANK YOU SO MUCH KÄÄRYLEET I LOVE YOU ALL

#käärijä #käärijä fanzine

[soft-persephone]

Not a Accident

Nick Miller x Black!Female!Reader

WC: 2.2k // Mature: MDNI // Warning: Smut, Light cockwarming, // Slight angst, sad relationship talks // a lil cringy dialog (but we move!) // masterlist

I wrote this with black women in mind, but everyone is welcome to read it!!!

AN: And remember what Amine’ said IN CAROLINE for his tiny desk concert! Look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about! You’ll love it! ☺️

And no, I didn’t focus on my new girl fic because Doug Renetti broke my heart in Minx….

Nick walked in the door and sighed

He was beyond tired.

He worked three back to back shifts and all he wanted to do was get back to you before—

“In what world do you get a girl like that?”

“I’m not doing this today, Schmidt.” Nick wants to scream. He wants to yell, or at least do something loudly in some frustrated manner. . But he was too tired.

So he’ll have to settle on just showing his displeasure with his face.

“I worked too hard for too long. I just want to have one simple moment with my girlfriend before she has to leave for the day with her friends.”

“That!” Schmidt dramatically pointed, “is precisely the problem Nick. You just go around working and doing whatever else, when you should be with her.

Schmidt’s voice shifted and his eyes got watery in a way Nick did not feel comfortable with.

“I’m just so proud of you man. You’ve been taking moderately good care of yourself and putting your best foot forward and somehow she’s still here . . . But also, YOU DONT DESERVE HER!”

Nick frowned and pushed past Schmidt to get to his room.

“Have a nice day at work.” He grumbled.

Asshole.

Opening the door of his room, he smiled.

Every ounce of frustration and anger he had rumbling around in him no longer mattered.

You were face down in his bed, sheets crumpled in various directions, half covering your body. You had one hand dangling over the edge while one was tucked underneath the pillow you had your face buried in. A cute purple bonnet covered your hair while you only wore one of his shirts.

He grabbed a few things and cleaned him self up before climbing in alongside you.

He gently grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into his chest so you could both lay side by side. You sleeply cried out but adjusted into the position easily, letting him move you every which way until you were both comfortable against each other.

God, did he really love you.

He inwardly sighed in relief when you didn’t wake up.

He wanted, no he needed, this moment with you.

All he thought about was you being here when he got back from work. How he wanted to hold you tight and bask in your presence, your touch, and your smell, just before you were ripped apart again, and he’d have to wait hours upon hours again before you could both spend some quality time together.

He was being a little dramatic, and he kind of hated it. . . . But maybe he has a right to be. You live on the other side of the country! He has to wait for you to come to LA before you can both act like the distance doesn’t bother either of you!

Truth be told it was killing him.

But you don’t talk about it. He doesn’t talk about it. It was an unspoken rule he was sure you both appreciated.

However, whenever you were together, he forgets about all the problems between you two, and he thinks for you it’s quite the same. Being together was just so, easy.

He moved his face to settle on to yours so you were both cheek to cheek. Your perfume radiated off of you in waves. You always smelled of something sweet.

It was sweet but complex and sophisticated and amazing and beautiful. It smelled like you.

You were always so pretty, but when you were sleeping it was something special.

He didn’t have to worry about what other people might think in moments like these or how he looked so stupid or how stupid his thoughts were.

It was only you and him, and that was all that mattered.

But he was also a man.

A very simple one at that.

And he had a very long and tired shift at work. He had done his job with you on his mind during every hour that crawled by, and now you were in front of him.

Every dip and curve of your body was pressed against him, he could run his hand along your soft skin, caress the very warm brown thighs that held the power of his image destruction.

He couldn’t help the furling desire that grew inside of him. The thought of you leaving at some point made him even more desperate.

He looked at the clock and watched as 7:00am crawled closer and closer.

He needed to do something now before you were gone.

You asked him to wake you up at that time, so you’d be able to get ready for an early brunch with your friends. You all flew in together and split a hotel room, but here you were now, in his bed.

There was something about the way you looked in your sleep.

Cuddled on your side, covers pulled up over your nose and the pillows fanned around your face, protecting you against everything in the day had in store for you. Your eyelashes soft and feathery didn’t move an inch as you slept. The sun was starting to cast a warm new throughout the room, dawning you in a dazzling glow.

Nick’s chest swelled with emotion.

Fuck!

He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. It’s not like you were here everyday. You fly halfway across the country when you can just to be here, and he can’t help but to accept whatever time you spare to be with him. Hell if this trip wasn’t so sudden he might have taken off work just to be with you.

You just smelled so good.

No matter what type of scent you wore, it was always a sweet one. But your favorite, which was also becoming his favorite, was vanilla. It somehow wedged its way into everything you wore. If was flowery or sexy or spicy or whatever the fuck it was, vanilla was always there.

“Mmh.” Nicks face was pressed against yours. His body was now covering yours too. His knees folded under yours, legs interlocking together, his arms holding you as if you were an oversized teddy bear.

“You smell good.”

“You too.” You hummed back. “…..hate it.”

Nick’s chuckle vibrated in his chest, tickling at your back. “Why? If anything I thought you’d appreciate me taking a shower before I get into bed.”

“Like it better when you smell like cheep beer and whiskey.”

Nick laughed again, his breath tickled your ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He moved your leg over his, not even saying anything slick or suggestive or smooth. Just a sudden movement, no start of sweet nothings or jokes or conversation of any kind.

He grinded his hips against yours in a slow stroke.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan. You were still a bit sleepy, but that didn’t stop the throb between your legs.

“Later.” You softly moaned into the pillow. “I gotta get ready.”

“No,” he moved your sleep shorts to the side and sucked at your throat in the way you liked, “now.” He gruffly pouted.

He pulled his sweatpants down and groaned as his cock bobbed out of his sweats. The head already leaking.

Fuck. You brought your hand to your mouth and bit your finger hard.

Nick was always thick, but fuck was he stretching you out. Barely past his head was inside of you but it was already too much.

“No one in New York been fuckin’ you.”

“Mhmm.” You slurred. “Just you…only here.”

“That’s a long time with no dick.”

“S’allright before ah metyou , i'll b’ sallright after.” You horsesed softly. Your voice was still raspy with sleep, but breathy from the way he was slowly stretching you out. Inch by excruciatingly pleasant inch

When Nick was all the way inside of you he craned his neck past your face to give you a kiss. It was firm, but littered with a sleepy edge. As all consuming and desperate as one could manage in such a state. He eventually brought his hand up your chest. Dragging his knuckles from under your shirt to your neck, grabbing firm but softly at your neck to keep you in place.

Your chest burned.

You grew equally desperate for a breath of air as you were for his mouth to stay on yours. From the way he was taking your breath away, to the way he felt so full inside of you, it was too much.

You moaned in his mouth.

Nick wanted to tease you, but fuck… he could only take so much. The feeling of you moaning in his mouth made him twitch inside of you, and you responded with a gush.

You were so warm and wet, and he felt so comfortable.

He didn’t want to move.

“Nick I need to go.” You whined after he finally broke the kiss.

He ignored you, mouthing at your neck, biting down as hard as he could on your collar before nipping at your jaw.

“No.” He mumbled into your skin.

“Niiiick.”

-

“You fucked him.”

“Leave me alone.” You deadpanned.

“Your really did fuck him,” Natalie squealed!”

“Yayyy! You fucked him!” Reesha clapped and giggled.

“You two play, too fucking much.” You muttered. But you still held a smile on your face.

“So what’s the plan on this whole, long distance thing?”

“How come your always flying to him and he never flys to see you?”

“Is he really that broke?”

“Oh my god girl! You ain’t tell me you were fucking a broke nigga!”

“Will you two quit it out already!” You rolled your eyes. Besides, you added with a pout, “I thought we were doing a fun brunch thing!”

“Your fun brunch privileges get revoked when you have them in the same city as the guy you're willing to fly out to for sex.” Natalie gave you a pointed look.

Natalie was your Best friend throughout undergrad, and Reesha was a friend through her husband which you worked with at a Law Firm.

“Well, better him than my husband. You two were getting a little too chummy.”

“Reesha, you know good and well nobody wants your man! They’ve been friends since law school! That’s old news!”

“By the way, Xavier misses you.” Caresia raised an eyebrow at you before taking a sip of her mimosa.

“We’ve all been missing you.” Natalie added.

“I know I know.”

We’re you really spending that much time in LA?

“I want to say I’ve been trying to make it work?”

Your friends sighed over exaggeratedly.

“Girl, you mean you’ve been hopping on all these flights without thinking about it?”

“Oh you must love this guy for real for real…”

“I don’t really like the way you said that, Reesha.” You scoffed half jokingly.

“You shouldnt! We came here not only to have a good time, but to have a real talk with you.”

“Does this guy have a real job?” If you two are serious enough to be long-distance this long, it’s time you start thinking about the facts.”

“He’s a bartender.” You crossed your arms and bit the inside of your cheek to keep a neutral expression.

“Like a regular one or one that’s actually making some money.”

“She ain’t tell you?” Reesha scoffed before chuckling and sipping her mimosa.

“Tell me what?” Natalie turned to look at you.

You didn’t respond, opting to look into your glass and take a long sip through the little straw.

Nick’s made you a better one. And annoyingly won’t tell you how he made it, so you'll suffer through mediocre mimosa’s for the rest of your life if he’s not there.

“Don’t you make that face. What were you supposed to tell me.”

“He has three roommates.”

“Three?!?”

“Told you!”

“Is the dick really that good?” Natalie shook her head and sighed.

“Look, I’m a big girl and I know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want another guy like Derik.”

“But Derik might have been an asshole, but at least he was on your level? If you kept setting him straight and puting him in his place each time he stepped out of line, you could have trained yourself up the perfect man! He can actually provide you the life you want. You two could have built a future together!” Reesha pleaded.

“Derik is a grown ass man!” You huffed, “I’m not tryna be a second mother to some nigga! I want to be happy, and Nick makes me happy!” You sighed, but gave them a real look, doing your best to make sure your friends could at least see how you felt if your words weren’t enough.

“I don’t know how or if this is going to end, but I know that right now this is what I want. This is it for me.”

“If you say so,” Natalie relented.

“We just want you to know we’re here for you no matter how this turns out.” Reesha added.

“I know,” you sighed, “I know.”

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[i-like-turkey]

I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

#personal #dog death tw #pet death tw #grief #the ao3 author's curse is undefeated #I really wrote chapter 17 into existence #ugh #I'm finding the lolz where I can

[bliss-wily]

of all characters why zarbon? he was weak and pointless.

EDIT: Please draw your attention to this post as it’s relevant to this one, only if you wish to as the two posts go hand in hand, but it’s important. https://www.tumblr.com/bliss-wily/743634450086264832/an-apology-it-has-come-to-my-attention-that-a

I’ll agree to disagree. Zarbon was formidable. Vegeta underestimated him, he transformed, he beat Vegeta up but didn’t kill him. Frieza was disappointed in him, but in the short amount of screen time he had in all of his appearances we learn a lot:

He was highly intelligent.

His avoidance of transforming most of the time reveals that the man had been holding back for decades if not centuries. The Raging Blast games imply it was ‘eons’.

Zarbon is a Prince, and despite being regarded as a narcissist unlike Vegeta he isn’t flaunting that title like some shiny badge.

Outside of…Dead Zone? I think? Zarbon is the first to showcase a transformation that isn’t a giant form.

And unlike the Saiyans he takes on a different appearance.

There was depth to his character, his on screen kill count is low, he was shown to be pragmatic and rather humane.

But…he was scared. Frieza threatened to kill him. That threw him off his game.

I think had Zarbon took a moment to process and clear his head he would have beaten Vegeta again. However, I still don’t think he would have killed him…I think he would have turned on Frieza.

Sure he said Frieza-sama in the Japanese version but…

If you had been saying that for decades it’s kinda hard to break the habit. I would give him the benefit of the doubt.

He’s not stupid, I think he was serious about betraying Frieza because think about it..

He served a man who had different values from him out of fear.

Zarb was pragmatic, he just wanted to take care of the source of the problem and leave everything else alone - Frieza didn’t agree.

Unlike the others the boy had a genuine look of sadness and shock when Frieza was quite happy to go through with Planet Vegeta’s destruction.

He is my favourite because there is so many layers to him. He wasn’t in the series long but he’s just so interesting. His race is unique, his personality feels unique. His fighting style was unique too. If anyone had to be revived I hope it’s either Raditz or Zarbon as those two could have been redeemed and they could have joined the Z-Fighters.

He is morally grey, but, Vegeta was down right cruel and could be redeemed. Zarbon had shown evidence of redeeming qualities in all forms of media (wanting peace, worried about Frieza gaining more power, he was self aware, with Dodoria showed remorse and shock when Planet Vegeta was blown up) and he certainly didn’t turn around and kill his closest friend/father figure. (Let’s face it, Nappa basically raised Vegeta and probably Raditz too).

Zarbon isn’t perfect, but that’s what I like to see. He had shortcomings, he was fearful but not a coward, he had phobias, but he also tried to do his job without all the collateral damage and he genuinely cares. He was shocked hearing of Dodoria dying, he gets pissy when alternate timeline Frieza starts insulting him and his ‘star subordinate’, he shows that he’s capable of jealousy and he can be thankful and apologetic.

I understand he’s branded as a narcissist because he thinks he’s beautiful but so many of his traits contradict NPD. He is empathetic, he doesn’t put himself or his own gain above others, he can take accountability for his failures. It seems more so that the other in verse characters place those traits onto him - such as when they expect that Zarbon is only using the future warrior as a slave or to do his dirty work - but he doesn’t.

“You need only watch.” - doesn’t necessarily want help from his student.

“Excellent, I’d much rather spend time with you.” - actually enjoys spending time with his student.

“This session was deeply moving for me. It would not have been possible had we not met.” - can be interpreted in several ways. However; it sounds like a bond is developing.

“I welcome any and all who know how to conduct themselves.” - this is said to a Saiyan, implies that his detest is by person, not an entire race.

“You handled yourself pretty well out there too. My compliments.” - he is always handing out praise to his student. But not just them, there are soldiers on the ship who sound so happy that Zarbon compliments them unlike Frieza and Dodoria.

“Magnificent! You’ve done well to come this far! You’ve done your instructor proud!” - again, actually being happy for his student.

“I am dazzled by your radiance!” - this is just showing more and more depth to this man. I get Zarbon is entitled but he’s a Prince, they’re all a bit entitled.

Some more quotes seeing as I have a ton of screenshots~

“You are my prized trainee!”

“Starting now I will polish you into the most beautiful gem the universe has ever seen!”

“Yes! Yes! You’re just as beautiful as I imagined you’d be!”

“You have my apologies. I should not be so passionate in front of my trainee.”

“Your fighting style is truly elegant. So elegant, in fact, that I’ve fallen in love with it, just watching you train.”

“You are a true diamond in the rough…”

“But several will try to woo you, given your considerable strength, and I wouldn’t want you to choose the wrong master.”

Below, Zarbon being nice and a bit of tsundere/flirt. This game seemed like a dating sim at times.

Then him when it’s life or death with his closest ally by his side.

Also I notice in this fight he will throw himself in front of the future warrior several times. He always gets knocked out every time I do this fight as he won’t let the player get hurt - every other mentor I’ve done this with tends to make it to the end on all versions of the game but Zarbon really puts his neck out there for the player. Whether it’s a glitch in the AI or not; I don’t know. But, it plays into his characterisation.

Anyway I went on a ramble, but why Zarbon? So many reasons. The more lore they add; the more I like him. He’s a complex character in my opinion.

EDIT: Please draw your attention to this post as it’s relevant to this one, only if you wish to as the two posts go hand in hand, but it’s important. https://www.tumblr.com/bliss-wily/743634450086264832/an-apology-it-has-come-to-my-attention-that-a

#dbz #dragon ball #dragonball #xenoverse 2 #zarbon #frieza #frieza force #answered ask #thank you for the ask! #I hope this answers your question #and I hope it makes sense #crocodile/monster boy supremacy! #zarb is sweet even if he is an intergalactic menace #and very likely a nepotism baby and rich kid #but he’s so much more #his actions personality words and body language tell the viewers so much

[henrysglock]

Hi can you plz help me to understand. My feed is mainly talking about Palestine, showing the atrocities happening, wanting Palestine to be free and I agree the Palestinian civilians should be safe and the bombings and attacks should stop. But I’m failing to see why people aren’t caring about the Israeli civilians as much? They are also being killed, many innocently at a music festival only to never return home again. But it’s like no one cares about them bc they’re they enemy! But they’re not they’re innocent people. Just like the Palestinian people are. And I kinda get the war between both but also what happened was over 70 years ago most of the people living there now weren’t there 70 years ago so why should they still be talked about as though they’re the enemy when living in Israel is all they’ve known? It shouldn’t be just swept under the rug no and I know everyone isn’t just going to stop and make up and hold hands singing songs but It’s 100% the governments problem I just don’t understand why people now are failing to sympathise with the Israeli victims? And why some Jewish people/celebs are being made out to be bad people just bc they speak up on what’s being done to their fellow Jews? Not sure if you’ve seen Brett’s ig but he’s been very vocal and if I’m honest does seem quite extreme but ppl like Noah just seem like he’s upset and worried and doesn’t want harm to come to either side but ofc he’s going to show support to Israel when he’s been there to learn more about his religion? Idk what to believe in terms of news anymore bc some seem very pro-Palestine and others pro-Israel and some switch between both every other day. It’s just all very confusing but it has made me a little sad to see not many people talking about the innocent Israelis who have lost their lives and are still in the middle of all this too… sorry if this is too much I just needed to say it to someone :/

Okay, anon, I think I know where the disconnect lies: scale.

1,400 were killed in the attack on Israel, and that’s a horrible thing. Loss of civilian life is never a good thing.

However. Over 5,000 and counting Palestinians have been killed by the Israelis just since the Hamas attack. That’s not including the 70+ consecutive years of occupation and mistreatment continued mistreatment enacted on them by the Israeli government (It’s not something that “happened 70 years ago”, anon. It has been constant). They have been and are being driven out of their homes; their lives, livelihoods, and land are being stolen out from under them. 70 years’ worth of children have been and are being murdered or left as orphans.

Here are some numbers just since 2000:

And there is no “both sides”, here. There is no “war”, Anon, because Palestine has no army, while Israel is backed by the governments of most western countries, the US army included. They have the backing of the most powerful army in the world…against a people with no army. Palestinians, anon, are defenseless. Israel is bombing their hospitals and schools. It’s an unceasing massacre. Gaza is an open-air prison. The Palestinians cannot escape the violence.

So yes, it’s deeply unfortunate that Israeli civilians were killed, and I sympathize with those who were hurt by that attack, emotionally and/or physically…but they are not victims of genocide, here.

Palestinians are.

That is why we’re more vocal about Palestine, anon. The scales aren’t even close to the same.

This isn’t even going into the fact that Hamas was founded and funded to destabilize Palestine. To quote Avner Cohen, an ex Israeli official: “Hamas, regrettably was Israel’s creation”. Meanwhile, the current PM of Israel, Netanyahu, has said “Anyone who wants to thwart the establishment of a Palestinian state has to support bolstering hamas and transferring money to hamas. This is part of our strategy—to isolate Palestinians in gaza from Palestinians in the west bank.”

Israel’s blood is on its own hands.

#asks #free palestine