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#idk man I’m just having a really good time and I’ve not felt confident to post it be actively in a fandom before

voguesriot · 2 months

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NOBODY’S BUSINESS ✹ luke castellan

part one

( summary ) social media au where luke’s sudden spike in confidence turns a few heads, including the head of your ex who just loves to jump in other people’s business

( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader , mentions of ex bf! hephaestus camper x reader

( notes ) this feels a bit rushed bcs i’m sick rn but i hope you guys enjoy anyway!!

♫ American Teenager by Ethel Cain

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yourusername proof that percy doesn’t actually hate luke

seaweedbrain hey girlie!!! can you take this down like immediately?? not to sound to mean or anything but i can and will find you 😇

yourusername you’re such a cutie perce

seaweedbrain kys

sarahdawson totally wasn’t held at gunpoint for that last pic guys no need to worry

connorstroll we weren’t worrying but thanks anyway ig

sarahdawson sleep with one eye open.

lukecastellan 2/10 post

yourusername sorry for messing with your tough guy image 😔

lukecastellan actually it only loses points bcs there’s no pics of you

chrisrodriguez WOAHHHHHHH

sarahdawson HIS BALLS FINALLY DROPPED

clarisselarue bit sad to know they weren’t completely crushed after the red team kicked their ass icl

yourusername oh trust they were all whining about it the second i put away the camera

clarisselarue good.

GROUPCHAT — chb’s finest

clarisselarue: y/n what is max doing in your likes…

sarahdawson: HES WHAT

sarahdawson: oh he’s brave

yourusername: IDK HE JUST APPEARED

yourusername: like a bug

seaweedbrain: or a rat

yourusername: that too

lukecastellan: he’s on his way for training with me rn so i’ll go extra hard on him

silenabeauregard: homoerotic subtext goes crazy

yourusername: thanks luke but really you don’t need to do that

yourusername: like i’m over him now and i just want to forget about him altogether

lukecastellan: he deserves a hard time for what he did to you anyway

lukecastellan: you deserve way better than that

lukecastellan: i mean anyone would

seaweedbrain: great save bro

lukecastellan removed seaweedbrain.

sarahdawson: oh you took that one personally

DIRECT MESSAGES

clarisselarue: ok when did you get game

lukecastellan: idk what you’re talking about

clarisselarue: oh please spare me i’ve had to watch you make googoo eyes for the past two years you can’t lie you’re way out of this one

lukecastellan: seriously idk what you’re talking about clarisse

clairsselarue: ok fine whatever but HYPOTHETICALLY if you were to try anything with my girl i want you to know that i approve but trust if you go a toe out of line then you will be dealt with

read.

♫ My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

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yourusername you’re the only thing i’ll ever thank a man for

yourusername thanks max

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sarahdawson I SAW THAT COMMENT GIRL THAT WAS BRAVE

drewtanaka surprised sar isn’t screaming for photo creds for the second slide

sarahdawson bcs i didn’t take it……..

silenabeauregard WOAH WHAT

pipermclean yourusername hey sis can we have a chat please

yourusername nope i’m doing cabin checks rn #counsellorissues

wisegirll i’m doing cabin checks rn though???

silenabeauregard the plot thickens

lukecastellan glad to see you listened to my advice

yourusername felt bad keeping my beauty from everyone

lukecastellan it was a rough time without it

groverunderwood chrisrodriguez now THESE are moves

chrisrodriguez LOOK AT MY BOY GO gods is this what normal parents feel when their kids go to college

maxwalsh nice earrings

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seaweedbrain we all saw that comment right…

clarisselarue yes.

DIRECT MESSAGES

maxwalsh: hey can we please talk

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: please babe cmon you didn’t even hear me out

yourusername: because you tried to kiss sarah you fucking asshole

maxwalsh: no it wasn’t like that you don’t get it

maxwalsh: look can you just meet me by our old spot and i can explain everything

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: babe you’re not acting like yourself

yourusername: bcs it’s not her, she’s asleep rn and she’s not your “babe”

maxwalsh: who tf is this???

yourusername: doesn’t matter

yourusername blocked maxwalsh.

lukecastellan posted to their story!

SARAHDAWSON replied to your story

sarahdawson: WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH SLOW YOUR ROLL WHAT

CLAIRSSELARUE replied to your story

clairsselarue: “idk what you’re talking abt clarisse” oh i hate you so bad

SILENABEAUREGARD replied to your story

silenabeauregard: i’d know that silhouette anywhere…

CHRISRODRIGUEZ replied to your story

chrisrodriguez: i’m a bit hurt i wasn’t told in depth about this before but i’m too proud to pay attention to it GOOD FOR YOU MAN

MAXWALSH replied to your story

maxwalsh: so it was you who had her phone the other day

maxwalsh: wtf man

lukecastellan: womp womp

lukecastellan: you snooze you lose and you lost big time

♫ Nobody’s Business by Rihanna, Chris Brown

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lukecastellan and it ain’t what??

yourusername AND IT AIN’T NOBODY’S BUSINESS

clarisselarue ok edward cullen why are you eating her neck like that

silenabeauregard everyone i took the hammock pic thank me please 🙏😇

yourusername thank you beautiful angel

seaweedbrain cute i guess…….

chrisrodriguez I ALWAYS HAD FAITH IN YOU BRO EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT YOU WERE A LOSER WITH NO GAME, I STAYED ROOTING FOR YOU

lukecastellan appreciate you bro

lukecastellan wait people said that about me???

wisegirll my favs 😭🫶

yourusername AWE ILY ANNIE

seaweedbrain oh i’m just dirt to you then? chill.

wisegirll you’re so dramatic percy

seaweedbrain oh so mental health matters until I’M the one hurt? cool.

lukecastellan and y’all were saying i had no game

seaweedbrain okay luke see that’s just not funny because your dad literally dances on a revolving stage for a living

lukecastellan had to bring out the dad jokes because you know i’m right?

seaweedbrain why is your old age pension ass beefing with me instead of talking to ur girlfriend… weird behaviour

sarahdawson too cute i fear

sarahdawson but you i must remind you mr castellan, i made it onto her feed first. you will ALWAYS be second to me. always.

drewtanaka anyone else hear weeping from the hephaestus cabin…

leovaldez it’s really depressing

leovaldez i think he just punched a hole in the wall

cbeckendorf he did

pipermclean LMAO WHAT A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭☠️☠️

( taglist ) @perseus-jackass @harrysnovia

#charlie bushnell x reader #luke castellan x aphrodite!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader

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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 years

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Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

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sweetbbarnes · 1 year

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The Interview | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Celebrity!Fem!Reader

Summary: After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him. I got the inspiration to write this fic from the prompt “I don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.” and also from the song I’ll Never Smile Again.

Warnings: Bucky is insecure (like, a lot) and self deprecating; jealousy (if you squint it); mentions of Bucky’s history and trauma; mentions of scars and past injuries; lots of feelings; lots of fluff; swearing; pet names; alcohol is mentioned; sexual themes, slight sub!bucky and dom!reader, allusions to dom!bucky and sub!reader (they kind of switch, idk how to explain), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, the smut is written in both Bucky and reader perspectives; please let me know if I missed anything.

This is a +18 work. Minors DNI.

English is not my first language.

I do not consent to have this fic translated, copied or published to any other sites/apps. Do not steal my work.

I don’t understand anything about filmmaking so this is entirely based on information I read on google.

A/N: this is the first fic I post here as well as the first time I try writing something in english and I’m actually really nervous about sharing it, but I liked it a lot so I decided to post. Also I had no idea smut was so hard to write, so I’m sorry if it’s not that good, I promise I tried my best.

Word Count: 7.0k

“So, this is your first time directing a project after years working as an actress. How was this experience?” Bucky hears the interviewer’s voice. After your debut as a director with a movie about Steve Rogers’ life, you’ve been going to a lot of interviews — most of them with Steve, like this one — and as much as Bucky sees you everyday, he also enjoys watching them when you’re not home and he misses you. He likes to see your eyes shining a little brighter when you talk passionately about your work, the polite smile on your lips while you pay attention to the questions, the sweet voice you use to answer them, the way your eyebrow arches a little bit in annoyance when interviewers bring up irrelevant subjects.

“You’re aware that I literally live with you, right? You don’t have to watch those to see me.” You had joked the first time you caught him doing it. But Bucky just likes to see his girlfriend, even if it’s through a screen. Today is no different, so he sits there on the couch, listening closely while you answer the question, looking gorgeous as always.

“Well, it was definitely challenging. Not only was it my first attempt at directing, but the whole premise of the film was different from everything I’ve ever worked on, you know, ‘cause telling a fictional story is one thing, but telling the story of a real person is something else completely. It takes a lot of responsibility. But it was good, I felt a sense of independence that I never had as an actress. If I didn’t like something or if it didn’t feel right, I could just change it.”

“While we’re on the subject, Captain Steve Rogers, how was it like to have someone make a movie about your life?”

Steve smiles confidently at the man, already so used to this celebrity life that he barely resembles the shy, introverted kid Bucky knew in the 40’s.

“I mean, there’s a whole exhibition about me in a museum, so it’s not like my life is a secret,” the three of you laugh at the joke “but it was easier than I thought it would be. When Y/N first told me about it, she said that she didn’t want to simply tell Captain Americas’ story, everybody knows it, anyway.” He shrugs, and it’s true, everybody knows about the skinny boy from Brooklyn who took a supersoldier serum, lost his best friend, sacrificed himself and then was frozen for years just to wake up in a totally different world than the one he grew up in. But what no one knew — at least before the movie — is who Steve Rogers was before the serum, what changed and what stayed the same after he took it, or what it was like to wake up to a world he knew nothing about and how, exactly, this whole situation affected him. And that’s exactly what you had intended to show. Not how Steve Rogers became Captain America, but how Captain America changed Steve Rogers - avoiding topics that were too personal, of course.

“She had a totally different approach than what I am used to, and it was fun. It also helped that she did a really good job with it!” The blond continued.

“She really did, the film is amazing! It shows us a more human side of you, not only the hero, but also the person behind it. At least when I watched it, I got to understand a lot of things that I’d never stopped to think about before and ended up feeling more connected to the person that helps protect us everyday.” The interviewer agrees with Steve, and you thank both of them with a huge grin. “By the way you talk, Captain, I am assuming you were present through the entire production?”

“Yeah, whenever I wasn’t on missions. She wanted to stick to the truth as much as possible, so I got to check every information before it was added to the movie, and also chat a little with the actors.”

“So,” the man says your name, “everybody wants to know, how was it like working with the world’s favorite superhero?”

“First of all, don’t fool yourselves, Captain America is a pain in the ass.” You say, earning a loud laugh from the interviewer as Steve feigns an offended look. Bucky agrees with you.

“I am not! And you should watch your language, miss. There are children watching this!” the blond exclaims. He’s laughing but it’s clear that he’s serious about the language thing.

“See?” You say, pointing to Steve since he just proved your point “The lectures are endless!” You roll your eyes playfully, and proceed to answer the question seriously. “Steve and I were already friends before everything, so yeah, it was pretty normal. The only difference is that we had to see each other a lot more than usual.”

“Since you talked about your relationship before the film, rumor is that you two are very close. So the internet is wondering, maybe there is something more than just friendship?” The interviewer asks in a suggestive tone. What the fuck?

Bucky watches as your smile falters and Steve’s eyes widen, both your reactions showing that this is an unexpected question. His heart starts to beat quickly as you answer with a dry “our friendship is strictly platonic”, but the soldier doesn’t wanna hear any more of that conversation. How dare the man ask something like that? And also, what does he mean with “the internet is wondering”? Does the internet think you and Steve are a couple? You and Steve? You and his fucking best friend? No, you are Bucky’s girlfriend. Okay, the internet doesn’t know that. And, alright, hiding the relationship was his idea in the first place, because of how the media sees him and how it could affect your career, but part of the agreement between you two was that you would never talk about your romantic life publicly, so you always make it clear that relationship talk during interviews is off limits, and it enrages him that someone would disrespect your boundaries like that. And again, you and Steve?

Bucky’s head is spiraling when he grabs his phone - that you teached him how to use - and searches for your name plus Steve Rogers. And that’s when he sees it. Gossip blogs suggesting that the two are dating and talking about how it would be the “perfect couple”, videos of you and Steve gazing at each other’s eyes and touching each other’s arms during interviews - Bucky knows those looks and touches were innocent, but apparently some people are really good at taking things out of context. There’s also photoshopped pictures of you two holding hands, hugging, kissing-

He doesn’t notice when the interview ends. He knows you and Steve are not together, but seeing all of those things made him sick to his stomach. And he felt his heart being ripped from his chest when he realized that you and Rogers would, indeed, make the perfect couple. Steve, the world’s first and favorite superhero, the one who carries the stars and stripes, the blond-hair-blue-eyes personification of perfection, and you, a hero that fights for justice, not with guns or a shield, but instead using all the power and influence you have to bring attention to the truth and try to help those in need. And Bucky? A brainwashed ex-assassin, hydra’s failed experiment, a broken man with a weapon instead of an arm and according to many people, a black hole instead of a heart. That’s why you couldn’t tell anyone about this relationship, because Bucky is not and will never be perfect for you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he doesn’t deserve you.

“Hey, babe!” You greet your boyfriend, entering the house you two share after a long day of meetings and interviews. You love what you do, but some days can be very stressful, today being one of them. After that fiasco of an interview that gave you and your agent a huge headache, you’re just glad you’re finally home with Bucky.

The brunet is sitting at the couch, elbows resting on his knees and head between his hands. Realizing he’s probably anxious or stuck in his own mind again, you walk over to this large frame, hold his wrists - flesh and metal - and move them away from his face. He’s a little startled with the sudden interaction, but relaxes as soon as he sees your warming smile.

“Hi, love.” You say, quietly, your heart breaking when you see the hurt in his beautiful blue eyes. "What 's wrong?”

“Nothing.” He immediately tries to hide his expression with a fake grin. “Nothing’s wrong, sweets.” And gives you a peck kiss.

His lie doesn’t fool you, because you know Bucky, and you can tell when he’s upset. If not for his posture when you came in and his pained expression, then for the way he didn’t greet you like he usually does, with a tight hug and a hot open-mouthed kiss that screams how much he missed you as the touch-starved man he is. But you also know that sometimes your boyfriend needs space, when he starts to drown himself in guilt or remembers all the torture and loss he was put through, and will only talk about it when he’s ready, if he wants to talk about it at all. These times, all you can do is remind him that you’re here, until he feels comfortable enough to speak, or until he gets better on his own without the need to verbalize the horrors inside his head.

You sit by his side and tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp softly. He leans into the touch and tells you how his day was when you ask him - avoiding the interview topic, because he doesn’t want to talk about that right now.

Bucky knows you can tell when he hides something. But he also knows that you are patient and loving and understanding, so when he doesn't want to talk about his feelings, you wouldn’t force him. Most days he’s glad for that, but today he wishes you had seen through his bullshit and just canceled dinner despite what he said.

“Do you want to call off dinner tonight? It’s okay if you do.” You had said while you two were still sitting on the couch, earlier today.

“No, it’s okay.” He answered, shaking his head.

You pursed your lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Now, as you talk happily with Natasha, Sam and Steve, Bucky can’t stop the anxiety in his chest. In fact, it gets a tiny bit worse every time you and his best friend talk about the movie or the interviews, joke about something that happened on set that he doesn’t understand or even when you two went to grab the wine bottle at the same time and your hands touched- Okay, Bucky’s definitely going insane. You are Steve’s friend. Friends talk and joke and share innocent touches. But it still hurts, because Steve would be better for you. If not Steve, then someone else who’s not a traumatized murderer that will only take you down with him and-

“..., right, love?” You squeeze Bucky’s thigh, bringing his attention back to the table.

He stares at you blankly, unaware of what was going on around him.

“Yeah- yeah, right.” Bucky mumbles, and then gets up from his seat. He can’t stay here anymore. “I have to go… grab something.”

After excusing yourself from the table, you find your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Why didn’t you ask me to cancel dinner if you’re not feeling okay?” Your tone is sweet when you ask, there’s no judgment, only genuine worry.

“I am feeling okay.” He lies without opening his eyes.

“I know you’re not. You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you try again, calmly.

“It’s just-” Bucky huffs, unfolding his arms to rub his flesh hand against his face. “You and Steve.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “What about me and Steve?”

“I’ve seen the interview, and what people are saying about you two on the internet.” he answers, finally looking at you.

“Oh, baby, it doesn’t matter-” You try to shrug it off, because it really doesn’t matter to you, but he interrupts.

“No, it does.”

His sudden interruption surprises you a little bit, but you don’t let it upset you. You know Bucky struggles to express his feelings sometimes. “Why?”

He just averts his gaze, putting on a sarcastic expression like he always does when he gets defensive. But there’s only one reason why Bucky would get defensive.

“Are you jealous?” You ask curiously, not mocking or teasing, just wanting to understand.

“I’m not-” There’s a little pause in which he seems to be considering his own feelings. “No, I’m not jealous.”

“Then what’s the problem, babe? You know Steve and I are not together.”

“It’s just that maybe you should, y’know.” Instead of explaining something, he just confuses you more with his words, uttered with such naturality as if it was the most obvious thing. If you weren’t so disoriented by this conversation, you’d be thinking that Bucky could make a great actor by how he’s good at hiding his emotions sometimes.

“What did you say?”

“I said maybe you two should be together. He knows you for longer than I do.” Bucky tries to come up with an excuse to what he just said, not wanting to explain his real motives.

“That’s not a reason- You’re not making any sense.” You say, still calm, trying to understand the situation as best as you can, because you have no idea why he would suggest something like that.

“Or maybe not Steve, but someone like him.” He continues, ignoring your confused look. But you can see that his defensiveness is slowly breaking.

“Someone like him? Bucky, what do you mean with all that?”

You really try to make sense of what he’s saying, but you can’t, because what the fuck is happening?

Then you see it. The way his Adam's apple moves up and down, his mouth tilts slightly downwards and both his hands clench in fists. But even if you didn’t know his body language so well, you’d still notice the searing pain emanating from his eyes.

“Someone that’s not broken. Someone that’s good, a hero. A person that you wouldn’t have to hide.” He whispers.

You can swear your heart has been ripped off your chest when the words sink in, the ones he said and the ones you know are eating his mind even though he didn’t say them out loud — I’m a burden. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll always have to be a secret, because people think I’m a monster. Because sometimes I think I’m a monster — and you finally understand his demeanor. But before you can say anything, Steve appears at the kitchen door, a concerned look in his eyes “Everything okay?”

Bucky immediately stiffens up and heads towards his friend, once again building up his walls. He can barely explain himself to you, he doesn’t need Steve to be added to the conversation. “Yeah, everything’s fine, pal.”

You watch as the man you love makes his way out of the kitchen and back to the dinner table, a lot of feelings making their way up your chest. You are worried, of course, but also hurt that Bucky could consider the possibility of letting you go to someone else and a little indignant that he thinks you are capable of loving another person as much as you love him. And you know that Bucky has a complicated past and it’s not your obligation to heal him entirely, but you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed in yourself, because even after two years trying to prove to him whenever you could that he is loved by you and he’s worthy of it, you still couldn’t get rid of those doubts that ate his mind every now and then.

After you two started dating, you made sure to always be honest about your feelings, constantly telling him that you love him, that you’re not gonna leave him, that you don’t care about what he’s done as the winter soldier, ‘cause it was never his choice, that he is enough and that yes, you truly think that he’s attractive and handsome and beautiful and hot and perfect even with the metal arm.

The first time he got back from a mission unconscious and heavily injured, you didn’t leave his side for even one second, terrified of losing him, until he woke up and the doctors assured you three times that he was going to be okay. Then you made your agent cancel all of your appointments for the next week and brought him to your house to take care of his wounds until there was no trace of them in any part of his body, even though he said you didn’t have to and that the serum would heal him. Before he got back to his old apartment, you made him promise that he would try to never do that again.

When you noticed that he never took off his shirt during sex, you had asked to see his scars and although he was insecure about it at first, he ended up trusting you. You remember gently tracing all the scarred skin, then kissing every inch where your fingers had touched, trying to show that he didn’t have to hide himself from you.

When he got unsure about how serious the relationship was and you noticed he was scared you would leave him, you asked him to move in with you, wanting to prove how serious you are about this.

Was all of that not enough to make him believe you? Does he still think you’re not serious when you rearrange your entire schedule after he gets back from missions just to be with him for a little longer? Does he think you’re lying when you talk about your love for him? When you do everything he needs to help him deal with the pain — even if what he needs is space and it kills you to be apart while he’s feeling depressed? What about all the times you gave yourself to him entirely, at late nights when your need for each other was so deep that you both let go of control?

No. You bury those insecurities at the back of your mind. You’re not gonna let them take over, you know you love Bucky and you’re gonna keep trying to prove it to him every single day, even if a part of him never believes you.

When you meet Steve at the door, he lowers his tone and points to his best friend. “Is this about the interview?”

“Kind of.” You sigh. “I’ll talk to him later.”

The rest of the dinner is fine. Bucky’s still quiet, he thought that he would feel better after taking everything out of his chest, but he somehow feels worse now. Steve shoots worried glances at both you and Bucky every now and then, but continues talking and joking like he was before. If Sam or Natasha noticed that you had a sadness in your eyes that wasn’t there before, none of them said anything.

“We know you're super important and busy, but don’t forget about us, mere mortals, alright?” Sam jokes, and you laugh before closing the door with a smile, saying goodbye to your friends. Mere mortals, yeah.

You sigh, making your way back to the kitchen, where your boyfriend had retreated to after saying a quick goodbye, a few minutes earlier. You’re aware that Bucky’s supersoldier senses pick up on your presence as soon as you enter the room, but he doesn’t say a word while he washes the dishes. You just stay there for a few minutes, watching how the muscles in his back flex with the movement of his arms, how the tight black shirt outlines his body, covering his torso, his biceps, the scars that you had seen and felt so many times before. God, you love him so much, and you’re gonna prove it to him. Over and over again, until he quits trying to push you away.

A famous song from the 40’s starts to play on the speaker, and you take the moment to get closer and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands on his stomach. You place your chin on the crook of his neck and start to sing softly right next to his ear.

“I’ll never smile again Until I smile at you I’ll never laugh again What good would it do?”

Bucky stops what he’s doing. You know he loves when you hug him from behind and whisper in his ear.

“For tears would fill my eyes My heart would realize That our romance is through”

Bucky closes his eyes to enjoy the moment and lets out a shaky breath when you place a kiss on his shoulder before continuing to sing.

“I'll never love again I'm so in love with you I'll never thrill again To somebody new”

Instinctively, he places his hands on top of yours. Both of them are cold, one due to the metal, the other due to the water, but you don’t care.

“Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you”

You two stay like this for some minutes, eyes closed, bodies touching, the smell of the shampoo he used to wash his hair earlier filling your senses. When the song ends, Bucky turns in your arms to face you and whispers your name. But before he can say anything, you grab his face between your two hands.

“You are not broken. You are good. You are my hero. And I don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.” You say firmly, one hundred percent sure of your words.

He still tries to argue, though.

“But I am-”

“You know what you are, Barnes? You are the love of my life. And I know I’m supposed to be patient and understanding, and let you figure things out on your own, but I can’t do it this time. I’m not gonna let another second pass with you thinking that Steve, or anyone else, would be better for me, ‘cause this is not true.”

Bucky lets out a heavy breath.

“I- I don’t- I’m not-” but he can’t find the words. Why won’t you see what he’s trying to show you?

You soften your eyes when you take in his expression. Bucky is on the verge of tears, mouth trembling, and it breaks your heart to see your soldier in so much pain because of stupid things people were typing on the internet - about him, about you, about your love life.

“What about you see what I am trying to show you?” You whisper, and only then he realizes he had said that out loud. “Because I’m trying to show you that I love you more than anything. All of you. The good parts and the bad ones. All your smiles and all your scars. And there’s nothing you can say, or do, that will make me stop adoring everything about you.”

You connect your lips with his before he has time to argue. It’s a loving kiss, slow and gentle, carrying every single feeling that burns inside your chest, communicating everything you want him to know - that you love him unconditionally, that you’re not gonna judge him for who he is, that you are his and he is yours. He reciprocates with the same amount of tenderness and love.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers when you break the kiss. “I just want what’s best for you.”

“It’s okay, love.” You whisper. “I know.”

And you crash your lips with his again, not so gentle this time.

Now that you managed to push his insecurities away, Bucky finally allows the familiar need for you to emerge once again. He lifts his flesh hand to the back of your head, holding it strongly while his tongue invades your mouth without any warning and he sucks on your lower lip. Even though you two had sex many times before, he always feels so desperate, never once failing to show you just how hungry he is for you. You break the kiss to giggle when he uses his metal hand to grip your hip with strength enough to leave a mark, but not to truly hurt you. Bucky would never hurt you.

“So eager to someone that just tried to break up with me.” You tease.

“Can’t even remember why I thought that was a good idea.” He places wet kisses through your jaw and neck. Bucky knows his insecurities are never gone that easily, and some of them will probably come back later to haunt his peace, but right now it doesn’t matter, because right now he wants you and he’ll do anything to get what he wants.

“Oh, something about how I should ditch you for Steve.”

“Let’s not talk about it. It was ridiculous.” He mumbles, feeling his self control slowly fade away with every touch of his lips on your skin. Talking is the less thing he wants to do, but apparently he’ll have to.

“Why? You don’t like the thought of your best friend doing this to me?” You ask with a smug smile, gesturing between you two.

Bucky stops what he’s doing and looks at you exasperated.

“Please don’t say this kind of thing ever again.”

“What? You wanted me to date Steve and thought we wouldn’t get intimate if we were together?” You ask, amused with his expression.

Actually, I haven’t thought about that part. Bucky sighs after he realizes you’re trying to not so subtly remind him of how absurd his idea was.

“Alright, I get it. It was stupid. Will you drop it now?” He pleads, feeling more frustrated each second that passes with him not being inside of you. Especially after your outrageous suggestion.

“It was stupid.” You’re aware of his desperation but choose to ignore it until he understands. “Promise you’ll never do that again?”

“Feeling insecure? I don’t think I can control that.” He mumbles.

“Assuming that you’re not worthy.” You tuck a strand of his short hair behind his ear. “It’s okay to feel insecure, really. But when you do, please just tell me, and I’ll remind you of how much I love you.”

You are not broken. You are good.

“Okay.” He whispers with a hoarse voice.

Bucky tries to kiss you again, but you hold his face a few inches away from you. Goddammit, woman!

“Promise?” You whisper, still refusing to give him what he wants. You need to hear him say it.

“I promise, sweets.” He answers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Now can I please kiss you?”

His plea sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Oh, you absolutely love when Bucky Barnes begs for you. Instead of answering with words, you return your mouth to his in a passionate kiss, with your arms around his neck.

Suddenly, the only thing that Bucky can think about is you, the delicious taste of your lips, the softness of your hair entangled between his flesh fingers, the tempting sounds you’re letting out against his mouth, the seductive touch of your skin on his skin-

“Want you so bad.” He murmurs in a rough voice, and before he realizes, he’s pushing you to your shared bedroom, never taking his mouth away from yours.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m gonna take care of you.” You break the kiss to answer, making your intentions clear. You rarely act dominant during sex, but when you want to, you can get him to do pretty much anything you ask. That’s how much power you have over him, and although Bucky usually likes to be the one in charge, he sometimes enjoys being reminded that you have him entirely in the palm of your hand. And you certainly like to remind him that he can let go of his imposing behavior every once in a while. You drag your hands through his muscular stomach under the shirt, pronouncing the next words in a demanding voice. “Take your clothes off, Barnes.”

Knowing better than to disobey you, he undresses himself under your gaze. You had seen him naked countless times before, but you still take a moment to admire, and Bucky feels like he might die when your eyes travel slowly through his entire body, from the beautiful blue eyes, to the swollen lips, through the scarred skin where meat meets metal and his defined stomach, lingering on his muscular thighs and already hard length, then his legs and feet, and finally back to his eyes.

“Will I get to see you naked too?” He asks, already feeling smaller. Well, for a man that’s used to taking you by the waist, pushing you into the bed and easily ripping your clothes off, asking this kind of thing definitely makes him look smaller. Submissive. But it’s a good feeling.

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug and push his chest gently to make him sit on the bed. With him sitting down, slightly leaning back, and you standing on your feet between his legs, you look powerful, and it arouses him. You smirk, noticing his expression. “But tonight is about you. Gotta show my pretty boy how much I love him.”

Bending over just a little bit to reach his face, you start to kiss his cheeks, then the corner of his lips, his jaw and neck, all of that while lightly running your fingernails over his bare thighs. Bucky tries to hold back a groan.

“Don’t hold back your noises.” You whisper next to his ear, immediately catching on his shyness. He can feel your warm breath as you speak, and it sends shivers down his whole body. “Wanna hear you, my love.”

The man barely hears you, focusing on the feel of your nails on his skin. He loves it. He loves you. He wants you to touch his entire body with your hands and lips. He wants to be inside of you right now-

Bucky lets out a louder groan this time, and you happily continue your trail of kisses, on his shoulders, down to his stomach, until you’re on your knees in front of him, face to face with his thick cock, a little bit of pre-come already making its way down his reddened tip.

“Hands behind your back.” You order, using your arms to open his legs wider.

Leaning on his elbows, Bucky looks down at you startled. He’s not strong enough to keep himself from touching you while you give him a blow job. He utters your name in an almost whine, trying to argue, but a single look from you with arched eyebrows makes him shut up and obey. This is gonna be a hell of a long night, he thinks.

His dick gets impossibly harder when you pepper light kisses through his inner thighs and then bite and lick the same spots, so close from where he needs you, but still not touching it. “Sweetheart.”

“Yes?”

“I need you.” He mutters.

“What do you need me to do, Bucky?” You feign innocence, knowing exactly what he wants, but waiting for him to ask.

“Need you to- need your mouth.” He begs. “Please.”

Delicious noises emerge from his throat as soon as you start to slowly slide your tongue through his entire length with your mouth wide open, staring at his lust-filled eyes as you go. He clenches his jaw tightly when you wrap your lips around his tip, circling the sensitive area with your tongue. He grunts as he tries really hard not to jerk his hips up, and you take your time sucking and licking his tip, enjoying the reactions too much to rush this.

“Fuck.” He hisses. “Feels so good.”

He watches in awe as you guide one of his legs to rest on your shoulder. He wants to tell you that he’s too heavy and you don’t have to do that, but the words are lost in the dizziness of his brain when you take him so deep inside your mouth that his tip reaches the back of your throat. Rolling his eyes involuntarily, the only thing going through Bucky’s head is how heavenly you feel as you take him like this.

His cock is so thick and hard, and as you start bobbing your head up and down you can’t help the feeling that you’ll never have enough of him. You dig your nails into the thigh that’s resting on your shoulder and use the other hand to wrap his base, since he still doesn’t fit entirely inside your mouth. The almost pornographic sounds your boyfriend is making encourage you to fasten your movements, sucking harder and sending pleasure through every single nerve on his body. You let out a moan, and he almost loses it with the vibration it provides.

“Want to- fuck- gonna come.” He mumbles, throwing his head back with eyes screwed shut.

You take your mouth off his size with a loud pop and warn “Don’t.” Before going back to your motions.

In order to obey, Bucky tries to think about random, non filthy things like dolphins or wood tables or apples. He’s definitely not thinking about what you’re doing, the warmth of your mouth around his dick, the delicious pain of your fingernails scratching the back of his thigh, the way your pretty lips are deliciously sucking-

“I can’t-” He whines, involuntarily yanking his hips up. But the only thing you do is mutter a short “yes, you can” and place the hand that was involving his base on his lower stomach, silently ordering him to stay still.

The room is filled with his shaky breaths as he gathers every ounce of willpower that’s left to hold back his release. He wants so badly to please you, to make you proud and earn those sweet praises he knows you’ll whisper to him once you’re satisfied with his success.

When Bucky’s leg starts to tremble violently and you know he won’t be able to contain himself anymore if you keep going, you let go of him completely, standing on your feet once again. But before he can complain about the orgasm denial, you shut him up with a chaste kiss.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay, baby?” you whisper against his lips, and laugh seductively when he tries to lift his hands to your hips. You hold his wrists before he reaches you. “Didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

He whines, but that’s all he can do about it. Aware of his struggle to keep his hands away, you start to take your clothes off, piece by piece. And don’t get me wrong, Bucky enjoys seeing you all dressed up in your fancy clothes and expensive shoes, he really does, but he absolutely loves the sight of you without any of them. The soldier keeps looking at you in adoration while you make him lay down and straddle him, holding both his wrists above his head.

“But I wanna touch you.” Bucky protests as soon as he notices what you’re doing, but doesn’t make any motion to move his hands off your grasp, even though he could easily do that. Instead, he tries to win you over with his words. “Wanna put my fingers inside that pretty lil’ pussy of yours. Wanna taste you. Make you come on my metal hand and then on my face-”

“Nice try, Barnes.” you interrupt before you actually give in to his suggestions. “But tonight it’s my turn to take care of you. Gotta remind you that you’re mine,” you lower your lips to his ear “and that I love you very, very much.”

You don’t wait for a response before you buckle your hips down, feeling his rock hard length between your wet folds. Both of you moan with the contact.

“So you’re gonna keep your hands where they are until I say otherwise, okay?”

Bucky nods, giving up his efforts because he’s simply desperate to just be inside you as soon as possible. With the confirmation, you bring both of your hands to lay on his chest and position the tip of his cock in your entrance, teasing a bit just to watch his lips tremble with anticipation. Inch by inch, you push your hips down on him, taking deep breaths to control yourself and keep the slow pace. Bucky provides you with quite the sight, eyes squeezed shut and lips slightly parted, his face is covered in red, the veins from his forehead are clearly visible under the skin and his hair is matted in a sweaty mess while he takes shallow breaths, waiting for you to go all the way down.

The thought that you could turn a man like Bucky Barnes — always so headstrong and stoic, walking around with a scowl and giving people those sarcastic scoffs — into a panting mess beneath you makes pleasure travel from the pit of your stomach to your core. There is something very sensual about the fact that the super soldier could easily bend you down to fuck you senseless (like he’s done many times), but allows you to have all the power anyway. More than allowing you, he wants you to have it, craves to surrender entirely under your strings. This man, who’s so desperate for control all the time, trusts you enough to let you dominate him completely. This knowledge at the same time makes your heart ache with love and the lower part of your belly tremble with bliss.

“You look so good beneath me, baby. All blushy and wild.” You praise, and the only thing his mind can think of as a response is more moans. The sounds are like music to your ears. A loud, obscene melody.

Finally, you take all of him, and Bucky succumbs to the feeling of your soft walls wrapping around his length. Not able to restrain his wish anymore, he begins to vigorously yank his hips up, trying to bury as much of himself as possible inside of you. You lose yourself in the intense feeling as his cock rubs over and over against that delicious spot that makes you see stars, and that deliciously familiar sensation starts to prickle under your skin.

The knuckles on his right hand are white from gripping the sheets with so much strength when he mutters under his breath. “Let me- Please, let me touch you.”

Having him beg for you is nice, but how are you supposed to say no when his request is so tempting? You hold his wrists and bring them to your waist. Without losing a moment, he immediately squeezes your boobs, pinches your nipples and then moves to grip your hips like his life depends on it, helping you with your motions as they’ve already started to become erratic.

Finally feeling your skin on his hands, Bucky feels his cock throbbing inside your cunt, and he knows he’s not gonna last much longer. “Gonna come. Can I come?”

“Yes, baby. Let go for me. I’ve got you.” You dug your nails on his shoulder blades, that delicious pressure starts to build up in your lower belly upon watching your composed soldier arch his back with pleasure, mouth open wide in an ‘O’ shape. “You’re such a good boy, baby. So fucking good to me”

Soon, excruciating pleasure crashes through Bucky’s body, and he feels himself falling off the edge as he fills you up with the product of his orgasm, panting violently while calling your name. Arousal courses through your veins with the scene, and it doesn’t take much for you to reach your own peak, rolling your eyes and feeling your body burn from inside out as your walls clench around his cock. You keep the unstable movement of your hips, prolonging both of your orgasms until the two of you come down from the high.

Feeling a little dizzy from your post-orgasmic haze, you plop down on his shoulder to catch your breath, hearing the loud thumps of his rapidly beating heart. He places a sweet kiss on your temple and starts to stroke your hair. You two stay like this for some minutes, silently waiting for your pants to turn into steady breaths.

You need to hold back a whimper at the sudden emptiness when you get off of him to lay down by his side and look at his shiny blue orbs. You cup his sweaty face and stroke his cheekbone.

“You’re the only person in the world that can make me feel like this.” You whisper, and he understands what you mean.

He gives your thumb a light kiss and smiles softly. “I know. I’m sorry that I forgot it for a moment.”

“It’s okay, love. I’ll be pleased to remind you again and again, every single time you forget.” You grin and place a kiss to the top of his nose. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily."

And at this moment Bucky thinks that although he would never be perfect for you in society's eyes, he doesn’t care anymore. Yeah, he may not be the most admirable and put-together man that walks on this earth, but maybe what he is can be enough. Maybe the efforts he makes everyday with the sole intention of being a better man for you — even though not always successful — are enough. Maybe loving you with all his heart and trusting you unconditionally is enough. Perhaps one day the world will finally see him as something other than a monster and you will finally be able to tell the world that he is yours — like he knows you want to do —, but while it doesn't happen, he is satisfied to have only you thinking he’s worthy and good. Because, at the end of the day, you are the one that matters. You will always be the only one that matters.

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nalaniisthebest · 6 months

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hiiii!!!

if ur still taking request for jack harlow, here’s one

y/n and jack are co stars on white men cant jump and they’re in s secret relationship. they’re at the premiere and one of the interviewers ask if y/n and jack are a thing because they’re always flirting.

heyy guys! i know it’s been a good five months since i’ve posted and im so sorryyy i completely forgot about this, i found this in the drafts and decided to finish it for yall. idk if i’m going to the bachelor series i started, but instead of worrying about that, enjoy what i wrote a few months back for yall. i love y’all so much and hope y’all have been doing good❤️❤️

no smut just fluff

“what was your reaction when you found out you got the role in this movie?” the interviewer asked, pushing the microphone my way. “umm, we’ll i grew up watching this movie all the time with my dad. he always showed me all these funny old school movies growing up. so when i got the call that i got the part, i was actually with my dad! he was so happy and proud and it was just a moment i’ll never forget.” i explained smiling, just thinking of the memory.

“so is that what really made you want to do this movie?” the interviewer asked, making me nod my head. “yeah. that an—“ i was quickly interrupted by a pair of hands harshly grab my waist. i quickly spin around seeing the tall curly brown haired man behind me, dying laughing making me roll my eyes. “ i got you didn’t i?” he asked laughing as i pushed him. “shut up.” i mumbled. “y’all got that, right?” jack asked the camera man.

“you should’ve seen your face, y/n.” the interviewer laughed. “yeah well, he thinks it’s so cute to scare people.” i started taking the microphone from the woman’s hand. i turn my whole body towards jack as i spoke into the mircophone. “it’s gonna be cuter when i punch you in that pretty face of yours cause you scared me so bad.” i finished “what you gotta say about that?” i asked pushing the mircophone in his direction.

“ i don’t know..” jack said confused, sucking his teeth. “ i think somebody mad cause i successfully scared her. that’s what i’m hearing.” he shrugged his shoulders, sucking in his top and bottom lip to form a perfect straight line with his lips. “i was literally in the middle of answering question, and you came behind and scared me.” i said defensively. “or maybe, you’re just mad cause you fall for it every time.” jack said confidently. as i opened my mouth to say something, nothing came out.

i rolled my eyes and gave the interviewer back her microphone as jack laughed with his finger pointed at me. “hush modeee.” he bragged laughing. “this is what it’s like working with jack harlow, by the way.” i said in the mircophone, still pointing at him. “it’s like working with a 5 year old.” i added as he calmed down, the interviewer laughed at my joke before continuing with the question she asked me earlier.

“i’m sorry, what was i saying? i completely forgot, because of somebody.” i pointed at jack, looking up at him. i noticed the way his baby blues sparkled while piercing my whole body, still. the way a soft smile crept in corner of his mouth, while his messy curls lightly blew from my wind. i felt my core start to arch for the man beside me while his hand creep on my back, dangerously low resting a couples inch’s above my ass.

“y/n?” the lady asked, grabbing my attention. “i’m sorry? i wasn’t listening, what were you saying?” i said, giving her my undivided attention. i watch her look at me then at jack before smiling again. “i was telling you that you left off answering what made you want to be apart of this movie?” she asked as i nodded.

“right! i said because it means a lot to my dad. honestly another reason is jack harlow. he’s just suck a handsome man, why wouldn’t you not want to work with him? look at him.” i heard a soft laugh leave the ladies, indicating that she thought it was a joke. it wasn’t. i was being serious. once jack told me he was going to be in the movie, i wanted to work on something with him. so did i.

“what do you have to say about that, jack?” she asked as i looked up at jack, exactly how he was looking at me earlier. “i-im uh, flattered r-really.” jack stuttered with his eyes still on mine. “ y/n is the best scene partner ever.” jack said, breaking eye contact. “so that’s all you like me for, is just making scenes?” i asked jokingly defended.

“you know what i mean, don’t do that.” he smiled looking down at me. i couldn’t help but not to warm myself around him. his arm embrace, making me feel at home. i couldn’t help my smile from leaving my face as jack warmed his arms around my back, leaving a soft kiss ontop of my head. “all jokes aside, this is my girl. sweetest person i’ve ever met. i love this girl so much!” he said not letting go of me. the interviewer pout before awwing us.

i rested my head against jacks chest as he wrapped his arms around me, embracing me in a hug. “so another the internet as for the two of you, are you guys dating? i mean me and the internet can tell there’s some type of tension between.” jack and looked at eachother before laughing our asses off at the interviewers question. “jack and i are not a thing.” i admitted while still laughing.

“yeah, she’s like my best friend.” jack also replied. i released myself from our hug, but kept one arm wrapped around jacks waist as he cropied my movements. “okay.” she said defensively, after she shot her hands up. “just checking, you know i love the drama.” she laughed. “i mean don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. but we’re just friends.” i smiled.

“well thank you so much for answering the question y/n! both of you look so amazing tonight and i can’t wait to watch the movie!” she smiled for the last time. we said our goodbyes and walked off, leaving that interview in the back of our minds.

“you really do looking stunning, baby.” jack whispered in my ear as i looked up at him with our arms still at eachothers waists. “oh, i know.” i smiled.

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theeblackmedusa · 10 months

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through your eyes

a/n: @designbydae thank you for this prompt!🩷your mind >>>

i decided to write this with richonne bc it seems very them

Prompt: "Can you write something about two people who have the bright idea to trade eyes so they can see themselves from the other person's perspective? Ideally they're in love but any other details are up to you. Who started the conversation? Do they both think it's a good idea? What are the chances that things could go wrong???...I just think it would be a neat concept if it was something that could happen on real life. Imagine how intimate it would be to feel your lovers eyes in your body or to really see your own body for the first time"

warnings: minors dni as always, language, don't ask me what universe this is set in bc idk lol i just known i love this prompt, fluff and angst, richonne loving each other

wc: 836

Rick didn't have the highest self esteem anymore. In his old life, he was a standout. Handsome, strong, capable. Now, all he saw when he looked at himself was a murderer. A bad man.

He’s killed. A lot. He’s sure that at this point, he’s unredeemable.

He tried to tell her that, tried to let her know that she can't possibly be making the right inference about who he is and the things that he's done, but every time, she told him that she knew what she saw.

She’d made the suggestion one night when he was wallowing in his self-hatred, trying to convince her to get away and to run as far as possible to save herself from his darkness.

I just want you to see what I see, Rick. Just…give it a try for me?

He’d so hesitantly agreed, unable to believe that she saw anything good when she looked at him. He trusted her. He’d put his life in her hands. But, he couldn't shut off the evil voice in the back of his mind telling him that she'd been lying to him the whole time.

More than anything, he wanted to please Michonne, so if him looking at himself through her eyes would make her happy, he’d drink a damn potion and take a look in the mirror.

Now, they were both standing in front of the bathroom mirror with closed eyes as they worked up the courage to open them. As excited as Michonne was to know what Rick saw when looking at her, she knew that something like this could go wrong. What if she didn't really want to know what he really thought? Rick was in the same boat, nervous to find out if that voice in his head had been right the entire time.

“I…I’m going to look,” Michonne finally spoke, breaking the silence that they’d been standing in for God knows how long.

“Thought we were lookin’ together.”

“Then, you look, too.”

Another beat of silence.

“I’m afraid,” he admitted, voice weak and wavering.

“You shouldn't be. This will only prove what I’ve been telling you.”

More silence.

“Alright. I’m ready,” he told her slowly.

“On three?”

Michonne opened her eyes, which were now a piercing shade of blue, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was the most beautiful that she'd ever seen herself, surrounded by a haze of pink and lavender. She was…glowing and she felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at herself.

Emotions were overwhelming her. Admiration, adoration, love…they were all rushing through her when she looked from Rick’s point of view. She allowed herself a smile and she could swear it's never shone so bright.

“This is what you see? I look…perfect?”

She was truly shocked. Sure, she was a confident person, but she had her insecurities. Looking with Rick’s eyes, however, she couldn't spot a single problem with herself.

Rick had yet to respond to her, and she was growing concerned.

She let her gaze flicker to his reflection and her mood changed immediately. Loathing replacing love and abhorrence taking the place of adoration. Her heart broke for him, hating that this was how he felt when he saw himself.

“Rick,” her voice was shaky as if she might cry. “Rick, say something.”

She was hoping that her eyes weren't failing him, that he felt the same amount of love for him that she did when looking through her eyes.

“Rick-”

“I, uh, I don't…this is…new,” he finally spoke.

He didn't quite know how to place what he was feeling as he looked through Michonne’s deep brown eyes. His reflection was flickering between pink and a deep red glow. He didn't feel dark and scary anymore. That voice had finally stopped its raving about how bad he was. Instead, a softer one had replaced it, words like “strong” and “brave” and “nurturing” coming to mind instead of “killer” or “unworthy”.

“Rick, you have to know that what you see…that isn't real. None of it's true. You have to know that. I need you to know that.”

As she continued looking at him through those icy eyes of his, she could feel the shadows leaving her. That hatred had shifted into acceptance, and she couldn't be more relieved to know it.

It wasn't completely fixed, but it was progress. He was adjusting, learning that what he’d been seeing in himself wasn't really him. That was enough for her. She could work with that.

“I love you, Rick. I mean that,” she told him.

“I love you, too. God, I love you,” he exhaled, still staring at his reflection.

They stood in silence once more, taking in their reflections with the eyes of their lover. Neither of them know how long they’d been standing there letting passion and love flow through them, but it was Michonne who broke the silence again.

“I think I want to keep your eyes,” she joked. “I look hot. I mean…really hot.”

#idk what universe this is set in but i just really loved this request #once again thank you for requesting this!!#and thank everyone else who's submitted a request. more to come!#this is so helpful and i'm really appreciative that y'all actually sent stuff in🥰#fanfiction #fanfic #rick x michonne #twd #richonne #the walking dead #rick grimes #michonne #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #black writer #theeblackmedusa🐍🐍

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silvermoon424 · 11 months

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Re: your post about ppl only caring about romantic ships (I was going to rely but I had too many words lol).

While I am on the ace spectrum (Demi-sexual), I don’t think this is just an aro/ace thing, I think a lot of our society focuses on love as only a romantic/sexual thing when platonic, familial, and other kinds of life can be/are just as fulfilling, valuable, and important! I’ve always felt that my friends are just as significant as my romantic/sexual partners, but in fandom spaces I feel like romantic/sexual relationships are by far the most focused on and considered the most important! When I was first introduced to fanfic when I was a young teen, my friend explained it to me by describing shipping. Like to her, that’s all fanfics were for, was shipping characters and reading about it. But there can be so many great ways to interact with a source material that don’t focus on romance/sex at all, and there are so many wonderful character relationships and dynamics which don’t get explored because people choose to focus on the romantic and sexual relationships between characters.

I personally have never experienced any backlash for sharing my views on certain ships (probably in part because I have a much smaller audience than you and am also less vocal in general), but I do sometimes feel less confident or ashamed of sharing when I feel like a popular ship would be better off as friends. For example, I’ve always seen Chibiusa and Hotaru’s dynamic of that of a powerful friendship, and while I also don’t ship Chibiusa and Helios, I sometimes feel like if I say I like Chibiusa and Hotaru better as friends people will be upset at me or think that I’m being homophobic when really I just think that their friendship is powerful and wonderful and beautiful as it is and that changing their relationships to be romantic or sexual doesn’t elevate the relationship to be stronger or better, it just changes the dynamic. Like both friendship and romance are both valid options which help explore different parts of their characters and the dynamic between them, but I don’t feel like because the two of them are such good friends there needs to be a romance to signify their closeness and the importance/value of their relationships, I love their relationship as it is.

I feel like the actual underlying problems at hand though are that there is still a lot of stigma and shame around exploring sexuality in our society (especially for women and queer people), and the dominance of the nuclear family as an ideal makes us want to prioritize romantic/sexual relationships above all else. People use art to explore their sexuality, and it’s a safe and healthy way to explore our own romantic and sexual feelings by exploring romantic and sexual relationships between characters, and unfortunately I think that many people do not feel they have many (even any) other outlets to safely talk or think about romance and sex. If there was less shame around sexuality in the first place, I think people might not feel the need to put it on such a pedestal and make romantic/sexual relationships the main focus of ships (and a lot of other things too).

I’ve also always interpreted western society’s focus on romantic/sexual love to be tied to upholding the idea of the nuclear family, and indirectly (or directly idk) upholding many sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, and white supremacist notions about gender, sexuality, and power (from the Victorian era, maybe?).

Like, if we tell people the most important thing is their love life, then they’ll prioritize finding a romantic/sexual partner and spend less time establishing meaningful community connections, and thus will rely more on their spouse for emotional support, strengthening the bond of the family unit but also leaving them with fewer resources and more emotionally vulnerable if they try to leave the family. And since many romantic ideals intersect with gender roles (a man is attractive if he is strong and tough and can provide financially, he is chivalrous if he protects the women from any and all possible harm, etc), the emphasis on romantic and sexual relationships encourages people to conform to these gender norms, and thus establishes the traditional family archetype to be the most valuable and correct unit of social order. By reinforcing the idea that having a romantic/sexual partner is (arguably) the most important thing in our lives without giving us alternative structures for building these relationships aside from the nuclear family, it allows the nuclear family unit to continue to be the main way we organize our society and thus the socially correct option.

Wow, I really don't have much to add because you said everything so eloquently!! Great job, I agree with basically everything you said.

I do want to point out to anyone reading this that there actually is a term for society's prioritization of romantic relationships above all else: amatonormativity. And like anon said, it heavily ties back into the heteropatriarchy and the idea that everyone should be cis and in a heterosexual relationship (very preferably in a heterosexual marriage that produces children).

Amatonormativity hurts everyone, not just aro and ace people.

#amatonormativity #seriously great message anon thank you

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just-another-author-i-guess · 9 months

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Why I’ve been gone? (:

Hi! Hello, I hope everyone is having a good summer and such. This is kinda an update? On my life and such bc I feel bad going ghost all the time.. lol. This is going to be a bit of a rant about some personal issues and stuff, so if you feel like you’re not mentally ready or something to get into other people’s problems, I understand so well and please don’t read, but I hope you have a nice day (; anyway, let me get into it.. cause a lot of stuff happened for me I think, and honestly I don’t know where else to get it out than here lol. So I hope this kinda puts into perspective why I go ghost so much.

So… I sorta just, had a bit of a breakdown and I didn’t show up to any of my exams. And yk, of course I got kicked out of school. I don’t even really mind that much because I REALLY didn’t want to go there anymore lol, but my family was so disappointed. And I had to tell them I just dropped out because they would literally disown me if I said I got kicked out 🤨 so that’s just been, pretty stressful living with all my own lies lol. And it’s totally my own fault too 💀

Anyways, I also just last month got diagnosed with autism and adhd and I kinda did have lt suspicions but it’s just.. it’s a lot honestly, because even though it doesn’t really change anything I feel like I have to live with a diagnosis. I don’t know, but I’m glad I at least got a good explanation for why I do some silly and goofy things sometimes 😀

The last thing I don’t want to get into too much.. because it’s still kinda fresh I suppose? But I really need to get it off my chest soooo 🧍🏻‍♀️But, I got bullied like A LOT in eight grade, very fun yk it really gave me some silly ass self esteem issues but it is what it is. Anyways, two of my really good friends bullied me too then, or at least I felt like they were part of it. But that’s just from my perspective, I kinda got over it because they’re my oldest friends and I feel like stuff went back to normal (a lot of time has passed I’m obviously not in eighth grade no I’m eighteen 😸) but, idk it’s still kinda just a not so nice memory. And I feel like we all apologized to each other and it’s fine and all.. but then I was joking a lot about it because that’s what you do when you don’t wanna process something yk. And they got really really mad at me and said that they never bullied me and that I gaslight them into thinking they did and whatever. And I feel so fucking bad because first off I didn’t even know I did that? I don’t feel like I’m doing that? But uhhh.. idk, maybe I am really tone deaf or something. But the point is that they said I keep playing victim and they did nothing wrong, and I CANNOT handle confrontation so I just apologized a lot? Because I feel terrible? But also.. it felt like I just apologized for getting bullied which like, it has even taken me SO MUCH to admit that I did get bullied. The whole situation just left a sour taste in my mouth cause they were being weirdly defensive and I just.. idk it just suck balls man. After all that, I kinda decided to cut them off. Maybe I am the bad guy here and I’m so fucking sorry, but still, I just don’t think that what they said and did was right either. It sucks losing your oldest friends, it really does. But I’m very lucky to have really kind and supportive friends still, people that really value me and thinks that my thoughts and opinions are valid lol. Idk,,, I’ve just been thinking about this a lot haha 🥸

That was kinda a summary for what I’ve been doing over the summer,,, thank you if you read it, I’m really not asking for pity or anything I just really really really needed to get this off my chest. Because I don’t really confide in ppl bc I’m awkward lmfao.

Anyways, I’ve gotten SO MANY kind messages on how I’m doing and such and I’m so fucking grateful 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much you guys??? That’s also a part of why I wanted to share this with you, just so yk what’s up. I’ll get started slowly on working on requests again, I’ve gotten so many wonderful requests and I’m actually really excited to write again, cause it’s kinda my passion yk. Thank you so much to anyone who read this! And anyone who supports my works!! I’ll hopefully post again soon and see you then 😁

Love, Author <33

(Also, btw CHARACTER AI YALL?!?? I’ve already made an account and I’ve started making some bots, lemme know if I should drop my account haha)

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threadsun · 11 months

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It totally makes sense! You just keep doing you boo and I’m sure that someday soon those people who belittle the credibility of sex work will see the truth. I’m sure teacher Jack would teach those people a similar lesson about respect, probably not as sexy fun times though lol. Dude, I’m so down to clown that I’m pretty sure any kind of punishment or lesson Jack would deal out wouldn’t work because I’d like it too much 😂 The ONLY one I can think of is based off that breeding kink you posted about before where he threatens not to finish inside, but that’s literally it. She’s a freaky gal! Exactly with Joesph! It’s like almost an inner war with himself where he loves the more positive attention he’s receiving for playing the role of Sunny Day Jack, but he doesn’t want to get noticed too much since he’s so afraid of getting kicked off the show. The kind of guy who tries to play it cool on the outside, but is actually an extremely emotional person who wear his heart on his sleeve (in a literal sense too with the flaming heart tattoo on his arm) and has trouble hiding the emotions on his face. It helps a lot with his acting, but it makes him more vulnerable to those who might use him for less savory means. I see him as a very charming and charismatic person so he naturally eludes a cool guy persona, but his insecurities really might make him feel like he’s not really this great guy. It’s a really weird mix where if you didn’t know him as well, he’d seem like the popular tough guy with a heart of gold, but getting close enough, you’d see just how torn up and insecure he feels inside. I was thinking about how nice it would be for his next life if he was given a better life to make up for his last, but then I realized he probably already feels that way with his sunshine. If only he felt like Joesph was worthy of experiencing such love and happiness. OOOOO! I’d FREEZE if he used his teacher voice on me. I could imagine the smirk he’s holding back on his face too. Jack seeing how much power he has over his sunshine that just his voice could be enough to stop them from continuing whatever bratty behavior they’re trying to do. It probably feels good too, no longer being the one ordered to do this and do that to gain favor from others or earn an extra tip. This is fun! I forgot how much I love writing random scenarios lol. I usually get so lost in making sure everything is smooth and grammatically correct that I don’t enjoy just placing everything down like I’m doing here and just sending it off! I’m sure if I did, all these little headcanons would probably sound a lot more cohesive, but I’ve just been enjoying bouncing off ideas with you that I haven’t focused on if things sound alright grammatically lol.

-🎃

Thanks!! 🥰 thankfully, most of my clients have been super sweet and chill, it's just the handful who aren't that ruin it for everyone.

Oh yes, Jack's #1 threat is absolutely pulling out instead of breeding you~ it simply makes his Sunshine so needy and willing to be good for him!! After all, only good subs get bred~

Yes!!!! Exactly!!!! When I finally get around to writing that fic about Joseph and Jean being trapped in the tape together and how they become Jack and Rory I'll be exploring this sort of thing a lot more. But like, idk the fact that Joseph felt the need to become Jack, and considers Jack a better person than he was... like, it just doesn't track with the idea of him being selfish and cocky and having high confidence and self-esteem? It's the actions of a man who sees himself as a no-good fuckup and wants to change. The actions of a man who wants desperately to be good, but doesn't think he can. Doesn't think he knows how. And someone who feels that way about themself usually isn't actually an asshole or a bad person, they're just a person with self-esteem issues who tries to be a good person and just holds themself to too high of a standard. And based on how he seems to have been treated his whole life (like we see in that detention slip), it makes sense he'd have that view of himself! Idk I just think he's a sweet, soft, goofy guy who is constantly judged for how he looks and tries to be better than what is expected of him. And who has serious self-esteem issues and anxiety about losing the few good things in his life, like his role as Jack.

Yes, exactly!! I feel like that's probably why Jack is so heavily a dom, he's used to submitting to other people as Joseph (and I still headcanon Joseph as being more sub-leaning). So being dominant puts even more distance between who he is now and who he used to be, and also lets him take control in a way he didn't used to be able to! And also because he loves seeing how desperate his Sunshine is for him. Making them be the needy, begging one giving up power for once!

I'm glad you're having fun too!!! I love bouncing ideas around with people tbh, I find that when I actually get around to sitting down and writing things out, it makes the polished stuff better!!

#sunshine #asks #🎃 anon

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purrincess-chat · 2 years

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My Dearest Buttercup CH2

She finished finally! I wanted to let it sit for a few hours before I came back to edit and upload it. This piece is unbetad because we don’t have time for all that with new spoilers dropping every day. Gotta go fast! So, idk when chapter 3 will be out. Could be tomorrow or next week. This brainworm could die after I hit post and it could be two years from now. Idk. See you sometime.

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Chapter 2

The Agreste yacht was only a few blocks from the school, but the silent walk up the Seine felt like hours. What did Adrien want to talk about? Was he going to profess his love for her? They hadn’t even established the codeword yet! Should she accept his confession before they established a codeword? Why did he look so sad? Oh! What if he was breaking up with her? Wait, no. They needed to be dating to break up. Were they dating? No. She’d definitely know if they were dating. What if he asked her out only to dump her immediately? Adrien wouldn’t do that, would he? No, of course not! He was too polite. Even still, the sullen look on his face did little to quell Marinette’s racing thoughts.

Marinette took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders. She needed to relax. It was probably nothing like that. Adrien said himself that she was one of few people he trusted, so whatever he was going to confide in her, it was probably something serious and totally unrelated to his feelings for her… What if he was moving out of the country? Or dying of a rare blood disease? Ugh, why wasn’t he saying anything?

“So.” She clasped her hands together in front of her, unable to bear the silence any longer. “Is everything alright?”

Adrien shoved his hands into his pockets and pursed his lips. “It’s complicated.”

Oh, that narrowed it down.

Adrien veered toward an expensive boat, walking up the ramp onto the deck like he owned the place because he did. The name Emilie was scrawled onto the side of the boat in a fancy script, Adrien’s mother’s name, Marinette recalled. She scurried after him as a man in a white uniform and cap emerged from the cabin.

“Good afternoon, Adrien.” The man tipped his hat.

“Afternoon, M. Lyon. My friend and I are going to hang out here for a while,” Adrien said.

“Very well. Let me know if there’s anything I can get you.” M. Lyon smiled at Marinette before heading below deck.

“M. Lyon upkeeps the boat for us when it’s not being used, which is almost all the time because my father never leaves the house. He bought it for my mom for their anniversary one year. She and my aunt used to take me and Felix out on the channel when we were young, but after she died, my father had it parked here in the city. He couldn’t bring himself to sell it, I think.” Adrien leaned his elbows on the railing with a sigh. “But that’s not what I brought you here to talk about.”

His eyes were the dullest they’d been in weeks, his expression dark and morose. With anyone else, he could have easily put on a happy face, but alone on the boat with Marinette, Adrien let his guard down. Let the mask crack and crumble, revealing the tortured boy hiding just out of arms reach. Marinette had never seen him this way, and her heart sank under the weight of his sadness. She moved to stand beside him, looking out over the Seine until he was ready to speak.

“I’m sure you’ve seen the commercial for my father’s latest business scheme,” he said, voice low, eyes staring straight ahead. “Alliance. He’s partnering with Kagami’s mom and her company.”

“Oh, y-yeah! I might have seen it once in passing.” Definitely not twenty times on loop. “Is it a big deal?”

Adrien drummed his fingers on the metal. “When my father let me quit modeling, I was really happy — happier than I’ve been in a long time — but for this new campaign, the Tsurugi company developed a new technology that scanned and uploaded a digital copy of me that will say or do whatever they want. My father freed me from my contract, but he kept a copy of me as a puppet. Now, I don’t have any control over my own image.”

“Oh.” Marinette blinked. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know I should be grateful that I don’t have to spend hours at photoshoots anymore, but something about this just makes my skin crawl. I think about the mayor’s pollution campaign, how my father didn’t tell me what I was shooting for, and I never got a say in the message. Now I feel like I never will again.” His hands balled into fists, exposing the whites of his knuckles. “It’s always one step forward, two steps back with my father.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “Maybe this is your father’s way of respecting your wishes. You were the face of his company for so long, and people really love you. It’s not like he can stop running his brand if you quit, so he did the only thing he could think of to give you freedom without sacrificing his company.”

“I guess.” Adrien shrugged. “It just makes me uncomfortable to think that he could make me say or promote something I don’t believe in.”

“Maybe you should tell him how you really feel. Just because you’re not modeling anymore doesn’t mean you can’t help out in other ways. Maybe you could ask him to consult you about how your image is used?” She winced when Adrien turned to her

“I guess it’s worth a shot.” He offered her a pained smile. “I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I know you probably don’t have any answers, but I really appreciate having someone to listen to me. I feel bad for complaining about it because my father’s company provides so much for me. All of this stuff is just really complex, and I feel so powerless sometimes. There aren’t many people I feel comfortable opening up to like this, but you make me feel safe. I’m glad I have you in my life, Marinette.”

Marinette’s cheeks warmed when Adrien leaned his head on her shoulder. “Uhh, yeah. No problem. I’m happy to help.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked.

“Oh, right. I had something that I wanted to talk about. With you. Us. Together. Talking about that thing.” The warmth of his body pressed so close to hers only made her overheating cheeks burn hotter. She shifted her weight, forcing him to sit up, and cleared her throat. “See… you and I are such good friends, and I don’t want anything to ever come between us. You’re… You’re important to me, and I trust you completely but…” She took a deep breath, balling her hands into fists. “I guess I’m just worried about being tricked by your cousin impersonating you. He said such awful things in the past, and I’d hate for that to happen again.”

Adrien frowned, ducking his head as he turned back to look out over the water again. “I know, and I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on top of his arms on the rail, the orange rays of sunset glowing golden in his hair. “Felix has always been a little mischievous — he used to get me in trouble all the time when we were kids by pretending to be me. I thought he was harmless, but I never should have trusted him. The fact that Ladybug lost all of those Miraculous to Shadowmoth is all my fault. She thought she was trusting me, but instead she was trusting Felix. I’ll never stop regretting that.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault.” Marinette stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ladybug had a lot on her plate, and… she made the mistake, not you.”

“You’re wrong.” Adrien met her gaze, green eyes somber. “Felix came to me that day and offered me a way out of the trip with Lila. I was so frustrated and desperate for a way out that I listened to him. If I had just done what I was told, it would have been me on that train when Ladybug showed up, not Felix. Then none of this would have happened.”

“Adrien-”

“She must hate me.” He bit his lip, fresh tears casting a glassy sheen over his eyes. “She lost everything because of me.”

“No! She didn’t,” Marinette said more sternly than she intended, so she took a breath. “Felix took advantage of both of you. You can’t blame yourself for that, and… neither should she.” She hesitated, fingers trembling as she reached out to take his hands in hers. “All we can do is learn from our mistakes and do our best not to make them again. Ladybug trusted you enough to give you a Miraculous, and I don’t think her trust in you has changed at all.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I still trust you, and I know what a wonderful person you are.” She lifted his chin. “You’re not your cousin, and I think Ladybug knows that too.”

Adrien searched her expression, a small smile tugging at his lips. He pulled her in for a tight hug, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you, Marinette.”

She closed her eyes, savoring every second. When everything happened, she hadn’t thought that Adrien would blame himself for what happened. She’d been too busy wallowing in her own guilt. Alya was right. Pushing him away wouldn’t absolve her of her shame. It wouldn’t bring the Miraculous back to her, but it might hurt a dear friend. It would definitely hurt her. So she clung to him as tightly as he clung to her, each shouldering the weight of their pain and regret until it became a bit more bearable.

Adrien ran a hand across his cheek when Marinette sat up again, his smile brighter now.

“Um,” she mumbled, shaking the last of the haze from her brain, “I was thinking about everything with Felix, and how I don’t want to be tricked. I realized there’s a lot I still don’t know about you, and a lot that I want to know about you. If it’s alright with you, I want us to get to know each other better, a-and maybe we could establish some sort of codeword to prevent Felix from tricking me.”

Adrien perked up. “That’s a great idea! I’ve wanted to be closer friends with you for so long. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I’m still not great at all of this stuff, but I want to be.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, how does this codeword thing work?”

“Uh, well, we just come up with a word that only we know, and if you say the word, I’ll know it’s you and not Felix.” She explained.

“Cool, so what should our secret word be?” he asked.

“Uhh…”

Shoot! She hadn’t thought about it, and she and Alya didn’t brainstorm because the word needed to stay between her and Adrien. Think! What was an easy word that she could remember? Did she even know any words? How could she not know any words? It could be anything! She just needed one stupid word! A word like…

“Buttercup!” She blurted. Any word but that!

“Buttercup?” Adrien tilted his head to the side with a smirk.

“Uhh, what I meant to say was-”

“It’s perfect.” Adrien leaned down, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, “Buttercup.”

Everything was fine. It wasn’t like Adrien knew Buttercup was the codename she assigned him for all of their crazy schemes, or the name she gave Chat Noir as a placeholder for the boy she was in love with. He never had to know. It was fine.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll say it to you every morning when we see each other, so you always know it’s me.” He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

She jolted away from him, heat rushing to her face. “That is if you’re really Adrien right now. I-I mean, how do I know you’re not actually Felix, and I’m not giving the codeword to the wrong person?”

Adrien smiled, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the lucky charm she gave him when they were finalists in the Ultimate Mecha Strike tournament. That day felt like ages ago, yet Adrien still held onto it.

“It’s my most prized possession. I don’t go anywhere without it,” Adrien said.

Marinette retrieved the one he gave her for her birthday from her purse and held it up. Adrien beamed, seeing that she still had his.

“There is one other way I can prove it’s me.” He retrieved his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen a few times until a soft melody emanated from the speaker.

The first song they ever danced to. She hadn’t considered that Adrien looked back on that memory as fondly as she did. How often did he play that song and think of her?

“May I have this dance?” He offered her a hand.

Marinette’s heart jumped to her throat. Placing a trembling hand in his, she took a deep breath as Adrien pulled her close. They swayed in time with the gentle rocking of the boat, but Marinette was too nervous to speak. She’d exhausted all of her brainpower coming up with the codeword, so all that remained was a pile of blissful mush. If she was going to pull this getting closer to him thing off, she needed to get used to being in his arms. Adrien was definitely a hugger. A beautiful, sweet, angelic hugger with mesmerizing eyes and an intoxicating cologne. She would hug Alya for not letting her give up later.

“Can I tell you something?” Adrien whispered, breaking Marinette out of her trance.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve always been so guarded because of my father, always been scared to be too loud or to cause trouble, but I don’t want to be that way anymore,” he said. “I’m really happy that you want to get to know me, but the truth is, I don’t even know myself very well. There’s so much that I’ve never thought about before, and I don’t even know where to begin thinking about all of it.”

“Maybe I can help you. We can explore new things and learn who you are together.” Marinette bit her lip. “Whoever you end up becoming, I’m sure you’ll be great, and I can’t wait to meet you.”

Adrien smiled, the first real smile she’d seen all day. “Thank you, Marinette. For everything.”

“Y-Yeah, what are friends for?”

Her heart skipped when Adrien pulled her in, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. His shoulders relaxed, melting against her. They remained locked in an embrace, gently swaying to the tune of a melody that had long since stopped playing. After months of failed schemes to get closer to Adrien, Marinette was finally right where she wanted to be. Adrien needed her, and maybe deep down she needed him too. It wasn’t right for either of them to blame themselves for falling into a trap. It wasn’t fair for Marinette to run from her problems and hurt the people she loved. If Felix tried to come between them, she’d hang him from the Eiffel Tower by his feet herself. She finally had Adrien in her arms, and she wasn’t letting go.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #cat spoils #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml love square #my writing #my dearest buttercup #i still dont like the title but i cant think of anything else rn so we rollin with it

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farfrompleasant · 2 years

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Friend! Sorry I missed last week!! I have been running around like a bald chicken!!! (Like all my hair has fallen out but my head's not chopped off, yet! 😂) I'm going back to Utah this month! Holy Ghost help 😭

Speaking of hair, your new profile picture!!! 😍😍😍 The coils! The definition! The xlxmf$8_!'jrkfd my God, and am I crazy or does Miss Freyja KNOW how to Pose?! Speaking of the top of your page, did you have a birthday recently??? If so, why didn't you tell me! I would've gotten you something ❤️ it was just Tia's birthday this week too & I got her a book of poetry by one of my favs, which, 🤓

Okay alright, ahem, Happy Freyja Friday!!! I'm very early 😂 I hope it partway makes up for missing last week 😉 how are y'all doing? You still taking her out for getting used to being outside with you? Once you said she used to go out places with your partner I've felt pretty confident that you'll get there with her. I don't know anything about building a bond with reptiles or how they accumulate affection but I feel like y'all must be on your way!

She shedding this week? (I hope not, poor thing, the overachiever 😂) also I Just remembered you said shedding is kinda stinky so bless you mom too for constantly putting up with it ❤️

What has she been liking to eat nowadays? Any late summer fruit treats??? I vaguely remember you mentioning this but she doesn't eat everyday right? No frozen treats in this heat either big oof

Side note last time I went to the pet store, the box that had the peach throated monitor had a couple of turtles inside. Wonder what happened to peachy friend... You like turtles??? We had two when I was very young but they were pretty neglected in retrospect 😢 I think lizards are the perfect reptile pets, snakes have no legs which is 👎 and turtles have shells which is kind of meh lol

Oh ANOTHER heat wave in CA 💀 y'all stay cool and hydrated as much as you can!!!

Abbie is resting her chin on the sun baked stone tabletop, don't ask me why she ain't bright 😅

Omg nooo, you’re losing hair or are you speaking figuratively? I hope it’s the latter because that sounds very stressful 🥺 and oh man, you are ping-ponging from Utah to Philly at this point! Bless you 🥲 and there’s no need to stress missing last week, Freyja Fridays are to be fun and flexible c;

Dhdjkskd not you gassing meee 🥰🥰🥰 but thank you❤️ I’ve been using blue magic as a sealant and styler and it’s be going well c: and our Freyby pie knows how to pose! I think she enjoys a little camera time, especially since she’s mega photogenic 🤭 ah, idk how to uhm bring up my birthday but you would be correct it was on the 29th c: and you didn’t have to gift me anything! I’m grateful for another year well spent tbh but I appreciate you getting me something and I’m looking forward to reading it 😆 I actually teared up when I got that email… you’re the sweetest, friend ❤️

Lololol, without further ado~ Happy Freyja Friday!!! We’re doing good, Freyja’s been a tad reclusive as of late but I’ve managed to take her out onto the porch c: since schools back in session, it’s been a little challenging for me to spend more quality time with her… so it’s imperative that I handle her sometime throughout my day. But I think it’ll take more time than I’d though ;p I think it has a lot to do with them raising her throughout her juvenile life? I’m unsure but I think we’re well on our way to her being more comfortable with me and traveling 🥰

Surprisingly, she hasn’t had any shedding and I’m so happy for her 😆 like, Miss Girl is always shedding!! So you can imagine how astonishing it was to realize that there was no signs of shedding whatsoever 😭 I think it has a lot to do with me not having time to bathe her last week (which means she pooped in her enclosure… it’s been a while since that happened 🥲) but I think she needed a break or something…

Freyja’s been really into worms and surprisingly diced apples. But they HAVE to be Granny Smith’s apples; she refuses to indulge in any other ones 😂 the girl is major picky when it comes to the color of food! She typically hates green food choices, and will opt for vibrant colors like red or yellow so I was taken aback. She hasn’t been in the mood for dandelion greens or collard greens so I’m thinking of trying out basil? I know she it’s edible for her buuut she hasn’t tried it yet ;p

I’ve always wanted turtles, but I also consider caring for them to be high-maintenance. I mean, I already back bend and more to cater to Freyja so I would assume I’d be doing the most for the little lovelies… still want them though 😭 I’ve always looked at snakes to be tails with a face but they’re kinda cute 🥰 and surprisingly, they’re rather shy c:

I would say we’re trying, but I’m the one that’s trying!💀 but I will make sure that we will stay hydrated ❤️ and I’m unsure of the weather in Utah, but make sure to stay cool and hydrated, friend 🥰

ABBIE!!! She’s sooo cute 🥰 bathing in the sun, basking on the stone top 🥺 you know what, dogs and beardies are too similar because Freyja would definitely pancake in this situation 😂

#freyja friday #badatwritingstuff💓#farfrompleasant #beardies i love #dogs i love #cats i love

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joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 1 year

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Sonic post I reblogged earlier talking about how some fans kinda had to hide their interest in the series growing up did make me want to make my own post on the matter, though in thinking about that I think that’s kind of a hard post for me to make. Perhaps that’s kinda for two, maybe three reasons?

Actually putting under a read more because this post sorta upsets me. There’s a happy ending to it but like yk.

Suppose the first thing is probably the fact that, the most I was ever made to feel as though I shouldn’t like Sonic was right around when I was beginning high school, so I would’ve been 12 or 13 ish. I think that was probably the period of my life where I was outright the least interested in Sonic I’d ever been? What makes this hard though is I just kinda straight up don’t really remember lol. Like idk man I was about to start high school that’s where puberty comes in like I probably had a lot on my mind all at once such that specific memories are in fact just vague. Probably just had been kinda bullied out of it, almost. I remember buying a GBA SP, Gamecube, and an N64 with a fair few games across each of them (this was before their prices exploded like fuck btw) and posting a photo of them all to instagram and just getting bullied at school for it and that kinda conditioned me out of really talking about any of the games I was interested in, because obviously for some those systems I’d bought them with Sonic games in mind specifically, but then I just couldn’t really talk about them with anyone. Fuck I think around this time is when my little brother who was the other Sonic fan I knew started getting really into anime stuff so I didn’t even really have him to talk about Sonic shit with anymore. Nobody to talk about Sonic with so I’d mostly just get bullied I guess. I don’t even know if I ever really solved this problem in high school either - I eventually did get friends and I could talk about Sonic with or kinda just at them, but tbf I think I mostly managed to avoid later bullying in high school by just, fitting in? I guess? I never really pretended to be anyone else but I also wouldn’t really fully be myself around a lot of people, which tbf was better than it sounds but idk. Again this specific part of the like “Josh made to feel bad about liking Sonic” story is just a lot of vague memories.

The second thing is a lot clearer I’d say, but it’s. Probably the hardest to talk about? Like, “I don’t know if I even wanna make this post because this just kinda feels bad to think about” type of hard to talk about. And that’s the fact that I kinda got teased a lot by my own dad growing up for being into Sonic for as long as I was. It was never anything outright malicious or anything, but at the same time it’s the type of thing where you’re a young kid being teased for something that you get teased enough elsewhere for, and it stops really feeling playful, I guess? And even though my dad’s a good guy and would never hurt me, he was like more strict than my mum so I felt more afraid to like, I guess defend myself. I don’t know. This part sucks to talk about. But yeah it did make me have a harder time being vocally into Sonic at that age. For what it’s worth I’ve grown a lot more confident since then obviously, I’m way more able to be open about what I love with basically everyone. And you know, my dad may have been teasing 13 year old Josh for liking Sonic, but he’s genuinely not got a problem with 22 year old Josh liking Sonic, and hey he’s even gotten me some Sonic related birthday and Christmas presents. Plus his wife - my stepmum - is like genuinely super inquisitive about a lot of Sonic related things with me, wanting to know about the most recent Sonic games or talking to me about the movies and stuff. It’s really difficult to reconcile with the idea of my dad doing something so upsetting to me when I was younger, but I really am glad that things are where they’re at now.

I’d kind of already internally planned the third thing I wanted to talk about, but I realised while writing the second thing that I also have a fourth thing, and honestly I can kinda combine the two into one paragraph. The fourth thing to make me struggle with loving Sonic was, yeah, how the entire internet treats him. I mostly struggled with this around my mid to late teens, maybe? I’ve fully grown past this by now, because I realise literally who cares. But the third thing was something that hit closer to home, and that was my best friend at the time and their nature towards Sonic. This is another one that honestly feels kind of vague. I’m no longer friends with this person for less than stellar reasons and so I feel like there’s a level to which I’ve almost tuned out lots of the memories I had with them and how they behaved. But, they did like Sonic. They’d played a lot of the games, in fact I think in our last voice call ever (was an irl friend but covid happened) we were racing against one another in Shadow the Hedgehog. They hung out in some other Sonic spaces too, consumed other Sonic media - I was pretty damn able to talk to them about most things Sonic. But I guess the thing was always that... I guess they were quite convinced by a lot of negative internet opinions on Sonic games and Sonic fans? Like yeah I could talk most Sonic things to them but I guess it still felt like there was this disconnect. The closest friend I had at the time who does in fact happen to like Sonic, but it also wasn’t their favourite, and they just didn’t really get how I could like Sonic so much. Honestly, I’m not sure at the time if that bothered me, and how much it did if so. But in hindsight, and with my impressions of the period of my life where I was friends with this person having gotten so clouded anyway, I guess it does feel like, a little upsetting to me how things played out. I could be my full Sonic fan self around them, but that didn’t guarantee being understood, and even occasionally still got me bullied somewhat.

Yeah uh, idk. I guess through a lot of stages in my life I’d been made to feel as though I shouldn’t like Sonic. This post kinda ended up turning out a lot more depressing than I expected it to be. I don’t even think it’s necessarily gonna be that depressing to read or anything, but I think just thinking back on these experiences for myself just kinda sucks sorta. I still want to post it, I wrote a lot and if nothing else it’s something to look back on to see how my feelings change. It’s also another post in my Sonic tag. More than anything else though I think what gives me the confidence to be able to post this despite it being sad is the fact that like. I think I love Sonic now more than I ever have in the entire rest of my life lol. Like I’m so assured of my own love and confidence in that love for the series that I am able to feel okay posting this. Like I wear Sonic clothing in public, I’ve got a little Metal Sonic plastic accessory thing hanging from my bag, my keys have 2 different Sonic keychains - I’m just not afraid of what anyone thinks of it anymore. I love Sonic, that’s that. Part of it’s the series being more publicly accepted, but a bigger part of that is just me growing as a person. Regardless of what I’ve been through before, the me of now is able to stand loud and proud about this whole thing. And really, that’s all I want.

#sonic #1.2.23 #kinda depressing post ngl #happy ending though #but still a weird post

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shypupi · 2 years

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Ugh I need help. I have such a difficult time finding a man. I have a major size kink, like if a guy is not like 6’6 I am just struggling to be attracted to them. It makes me feel bad and so superficial and makes it genuinely impossible to find someone with having a huge list of qualifications for a boyfriend. I’ve been abused in the past and I get the ick from anyone who reminds me of my ex. I hate being so picky, I wish the perfect person for me would just come into my life finally 🥹

Would you still date someone who didn’t match up with your size kink? Would you be with someone who was shit at dirty talk and wasn’t very kinky? So hard to find doms in my area who are tall and gentlemanly and smart and a are romantic like… on the same page as me. I’m such a hopeless romantic and just want my dreams to come true, is that too much to ask 😭

The thing is, I’m like very hot and adorable and would literally make the perfect submissive bb girl so where is my dream dom??

Major apologies if I sound really annoying and like an egomaniac lol. I just feel at such a loss, I feel like I have to settle for someone who won’t fulfill my needs.

So first of all felt this and ily for sharing. You sound like me and I am so sorry, but hey you’re not alone! I’m also sorry to hear about your past relationship and it makes sense to me to avoid people who remind you of your ex. You probably already have, but before getting back in the dating pool please take some time to heal and even consider therapy so your ex has less of an impact on your future (it helped me a ton in the past & ofc there’s tons of other good coping options and you do you!!). “I wish the perfect person would come into my life” SAME!! But I never leave the house rip. As a taller girl (5’7”) who is primarily attracted to taller people (6ft or taller) with a size kink… it’s a struggle. Everyone in my area is short lmao, so honestly it may just be your dating location that needs to change! I think to some extent we’re allowed to be superficial lol. So preferring parters a certain height/body type is acceptable imo. Like my best friend only goes for guys with dad bods and I think that’s totally acceptable & I support her. I doooo however think that personality should be valued wayyy above physical appearance. Like I want a kind, communicative, patient, soft dom/me (I’m including kink in personality idk if that’s okay or not lmao anyways…. to me it’s def necessary for them to at least lean towards being dominant).

To answer your questions, yes I would date someone who wasn’t super tall, no I wouldn’t date someone I wasn’t sexually compatible with. They wouldn’t have to be good at dirty talk or -insert any of my kinks- but I would prefer it lmao but that’s definitely something that can be improved upon!! I’m not scared to tell my partners what I want and what would help me get off (pft) and I would hope they would be honest & communicative w/me too!! <3

You’re not annoying or an egomanic!! You sound confident and I love it! If you aren’t happy with someone then you shouldn’t be with them. And don’t settle for less than what you really want, like if those are all required for you then that is perfectly fine! You will find someone that checks all your boxes one day but for now don’t rush it and try to not worry about it tbh. Focus on you and have fun with life & I feel like you’ll attract what you want. Ty again for the ask and I hope you find what you’re looking for soon!!! ♡♡︎♡︎︎

#💌#🕶#sorry for the delay in posting I wanted to be sure I answered everything <3 ty again and ily!!#lmk if I need to make the text regular btw!!

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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lucky you i wish i had a kpop friend who is mature enough and lives in my city because for example i really really want to go to see the nct dream movie but i don’t have someone to go with + at least in my country everyone who likes kpop is so corny and cringey so idk where am i gonna find a normal kpop friend 😭😭

and yes, sadly i’m going alone because as i said no one knows my secret (call me hannah montana) beside like 5 friends? but they live in my old city. the worst part tho is that the concert is going to be on another city (that i used to live back in 2019 because i was studying there) so i will be leaving my house at 2am so i can arrive at 6/7 am… that will be interesting cause i will be SO tired

oh you’re EVIL that reaction pic left me more confused now like which theory was correct??? omg or don’t tell me mc will end up with jaemin plot twist

yes, gatekeep gaslight girlboss 💋💋

the enemies to lovers trope is one of my fav tropes ever i just love the fights, the tension, the need to catch the other’s person attention but not admitting even to themselves and everything about it and gladly haechan literally OWNS it and i just love his personality cause he’s so playful and funny and ugh not to be delusional but haechan is the definition of what i like in a man 😭😭

“but if i get sick of keeping it in the drafts it might come out around 6pm cest” OH YOU’RE EVIL CONFIRMED!!!

the fancalls today were a little too good i’ve been screaming all day watching them and i find so cute how jeno is all flirty but shy meanwhile haechan is a menace and is a confident flirt like I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE LEE DONGHYUCK WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME????

- 💌

i'll come with you wherever you are to watch the dream movie, they won't even air it where i live 😭😭😭 no but it's really hard to find normal kpop stans irl, i'm lucky i've known this friend bc we went to high school together and we have the same music taste basically and she was the one introducing me to kpop. i avoid irl kpop stans like the plague

2am??? o my, i hope you won't be too tired. anyway drink a lot, try to sleep when you can and have fun!!! i'll be with you mentally ♡

i told you i'm having the time of my life seeing you go insane eheh you'll find out soon (jaemin would be a good plot twist... or maybe renjun...yk...he's close to her...)

FELT THIS DEEP IN MY BONES!!! it's so good and yes, haechan fits it perfectly because he's not arrogant, he's playful and teasing so that doesn't make him a bad person, he's just funny and brings a lot of tension i gotta cry now

no cause they can't be left alone ajskdl also every time i forget how flirty they are, like i know it's fanservice but they are a lil too good at it. especially hyuck he KNOWS what he's doing. he wants to kill you, see, he's more evil than me

#anon answered #💌 anon

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notsosecret-transgirl · 2 years

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So I finally went clothes shopping for clothes I’ll actually wear, and I gotta say I think I look fucking good. Idk it’s nice to look in the mirror and actually think “fuck yeah girl, lookin good” and literally all I got was some womens jeans and tshirts. Like idk I just feel great.

Some (kinda) spicy stuff under the cut

So I also got some boyshorts and holy shit my ass looks great in them, and like these jeans actually show that I have an ass a lot better than guy jeans. Looking in the mirror in my underwear is like “oh fuck, I’m lookin sexy” which is great! I actually feel comfortable and confident for the first time ever!

I’ve kinda struggled with I guess feeling ok with my sexual feelings and urges basically since I started transition. Early in my trans days there was a lot of propaganda about trans women being predators and sex pests and I internalized a lot of it. But I finally think I’m getting out of that. I want to have sex! It’s ok I want to have sex! It’s a very normal thing to want as an adult woman and I just can’t demonize myself anymore.

And honestly? That’s freeing as fuck to say! Like yeah, I’m not the disgusting freak the back of my mind tells me I am. Maybe I’m just a normal 21 year old woman you know? Maybe I am just some chick. And that’s cool! I love that for me! It’s all I’ve ever wanted from transition and really life.

Ever since my last series of ‘I’m definitely a man’ hookups I kinda swore off sex. And I don’t really plan on using my current parts with anyone else. I just find it wildly uncomfortable and dysphoria inducing. My last encounter was with a guy at a party. He had been showing obvious interest and we were both drunk. After everyone else had fallen asleep I was out in the living room smoking a cigarette. He came out and we talked. Then we kissed and kept kissing. My boyfriend had recently broken up with me and I was lonely, so when he offered to give I didn’t say no. But after a couple minutes I had to ask him to stop. I told him I was trans and felt a shame I wouldn’t stop feeling for years afterward. I offered to reciprocate but I think he knew my heart wasn’t in it. He declined and I passed out while he sat there. After that I knew I couldn’t do it again. Something in me was just so repulsed at using my body like that. I’ve thought about asexuality a good bit but it’s not that, I do want to have sex. I just know that I can’t receive sex in a way that is pleasurable to me unless I have a vagina. And when that day comes, I will sleep with every queer in this town that’ll have me. Buddy I will slut it up SO hard.

Anyway this is very long and I kinda doubt anyones actually gonna read all of it cause it’s all over the place, (and I doubt my sex life is really all that interesting) but hey, if you did?😳👀

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