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cutielando · 2 months

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i should hate you, but i can't ~ rafe cameron

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Rafe Cameron.

There were no words to describe what you felt for the boy.

Love? Adoration? Hate? Disgust?

It was a multitude of things all stacked against each other, each battling to come out on top. He was rude, he was a junkie, he couldn't stop picking fights to save his life, he belittled everyone around him, and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

So then, why were you so attracted to him?

Maybe it was your very poor taste in men? Or yo were just unfortunate enough to be attracted to the bad guys? The possibilities were endless.

Rafe knew how much of a crush you had on him. He used every single opportunity to point it out when you would find yourself alone in his presence. Especially at the parties he would host.

You never wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing you too much, but his parties were legendary on the whole island and your friends never missed one. You couldn't allow yourself to be the only one who wouldn't go, it would be too obvious.

That's how you found yourself in the kitchen of Tannyhill, trying to find a bottle of vodka to refill your cup.

Kooks were dancing all around you, grinding against each other, spilling their drinks all over themselves and not having a care in the world. Typical for every party held on Figure 8.

You were desperately trying not to bump into anyone, quickly finding your way towards the alcohol counter.

"Where the fuck is it?" you mumbled to yourself, not seeing the bottle anywhere on the tray.

"Looking for something?" a voice called out from behind you. More specifically, his voice.

You rolled your eyes before turning around, your eyes landing on the man of the house himself, Rafe Cameron.

Eyebrows raised, a taunting smile on his face looking back at you, the alcohol bottle you had eagerly been searching for right in his hands.

"What's it to you?" you crossed your arms, resting your back against the counter.

"Given that you are snooping around in my house, I would say I deserve to know what you were searching for so desperately, wouldn't you agree?" his tone was taunting, just like his whole personality. Living to make your life miserable.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't deny that he was a tiny bit right. You had, after all, been snooping around his house searching for alcohol.

"I was looking for the vodka, had to get a refill and entertain myself somehow" you explained, tired of the conversation already.

"You should've just come to me and asked about it, sweetheart. You know I'd never deny you" he winked before handing you the bottle, departing right after that.

This was the interaction you always had with him. He would just come in, make fun of you in some way, proceed to sneakily try and flirt before just leaving.

It was an ongoing cycle with him.

One you never thought you'd participate in.

As the night rolled away, so did the alcohol into your system. It was well past midnight and you were having the time of your life, dancing with your friends and not having a care in the world.

The interruption came when a Kook, more specifically someone you couldn't stand being around, decided to just come up behind you and start dancing with you.

"You've got some moves on you, baby" he whispered in your ear, his hands caressing and guiding your hips against his.

You tried to pry yourself out of his arms, but the hold he had on you made it impossible. He was holding onto your hips tightly, grinding into your behind.

Rafe's eyes found you in the middle of the huge sea of people in his living room, his anger rapidly spreading through his body when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked. Downing the last remnants of his drink, he quickly made his way towards you.

"Let go of her" when you heard Rafe's voice, it was like hearing an angel. You had never been more grateful to be with him than you were in that moment.

"Get lost, dude, we're having fun" the Kook answered, gripping your hips even tighter now.

Even in your hazy state, you started pulling away from him, clawing at his hands to let you go.

Before you could even register what was going on, you felt his hands being yanked off of you, and you saw Rafe hovering over the Kook, who was on the floor holding his bleeding nose.

"Don't ever touch her, or anyone, like that ever again, do you hear me?" you heard Rafe say, his voice dangerously low.

When the Kook nodded, Rafe turned around and took your hand, pulling you through the crowd and towards the back door. He slid open the door and you were met with fresh air, your brain starting to sober up a little.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked, taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulder when he noticed you shivering in just your dress.

You nodded, words not yet able to roll from your lips.

"Why did you do that?" you asked after spending some minutes in silence, your mind still hazy but almost completely sober now.

You had always been able to handle your alcohol pretty well, which many times came in handy. Especially now, when you were alone with Rafe Cameron in his backyard after he just saved you from a creep.

"What?" he asked.

"Why did you help me back there?" you specified, shuffling so you were closer to him.

He shrugged, kicking his feet. "Anyone would've done the same. Plus, I don't like guys who touch girls against their wills, and you clearly looked uncomfortable while he had his hands on your body" he explained further.

You stared at him, both of your eyes locked on the other. Maybe it was the alcohol still in your system that prompted your actions, or maybe you had just been suppressing it for far too long, but you found yourself kissing him, your hands gripping onto his shoulder and the hair at the back of his head.

He was stunned for a brief moment before he relaxed into the kiss, pulling you closer and holding your waist gently.

If anyone would have seen the two of you in that moment, they would have thought the world had gone crazy. You spent so many years hating each other, making fun and just picking on one another, you had never given second thought to the feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time you would see each other, when your eyes would lock in a crowd of people.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, neither of you could help the big smile that was on your faces.

"What did we just do?" you asked, biting your lip.

"I think maybe we got tired of hating each other" he teased, holding you against his body.

"Oh, Rafe, as much as I wanted, I could never hate you" you said before leaning in again, not being able to get enough of his lips.

Oh, what a turn of events.

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 3 months

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Hurt

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

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Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, being mean to each other, fighting, fluff ending

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You normally didn’t mind, you really didn’t. His little quips and remarks usually made you laugh. But as of late they were making you uncomfortable, beyond that they were making you sad. You were sure he meant no harm but nevertheless harm was caused. Like little paper cuts on your heart. Today had hurt especially. He dodged your morning kiss, making a face that you could only describe as disgust. He made you the butt of most jokes. You didn’t even stay in his tent at night anymore because he never came to you, staying out all night doing gods know what or sleeping away from you.

“You have a type don’t you? Elven prostitutes… honestly darling it’s pathetic.” Astarion said as you finished speaking with the drow twins. His voice was unimpressed and dismissive of you.

Your face fell and you felt your eyes grow wet. You handed Karlach the crude map the drows gave you, leading to the wine festival you were to attend in order to stop a series of murders. “Were done for the day.” you said stoically, leaving Sharess’ Caress. The sun was just beginning to dip down behind the mountains. You waved your hand, golden flakes enveloping you. Your armor was gone and you were left in simple clothes. A hand clasped your shoulder, stopping you from walking.

“Love…” Astarion started.

You cut him off, “Leave me alone.” you said, harshly shrugging his hand off your shoulder and shoving him away. You turned and started to walk off again. Ever persistent, he followed you. He grabbed your wrist with a much softer grasp but you were having none of it. Gold flowed from your hand, forming a small dagger. You yanked your hand away before pointing the knife at his throat, “I won’t ask again.” you spat at him. His face contorted. He looked hurt, wounded by your words and actions. And honestly, you felt good. He was finally feeling what had been building up in you for weeks.

He watched you disappear in the crowds of Baldur’s Gate. What had he done? He knew exactly what. He was not kind to you as of late. This bitter pit inside of him had him acting irrationally. He knew exactly what it was. He loved you so he was trying to push you away. And by the looks of it, he was succeeding. He sighed, dropping his head. You needed space, so he would give it to you. He returned to camp with the others. He anxiously awaited your return, trying to come up with what he would say to you.

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You wandered the city, not sure where you were trying to end up. You just wanted to be away. Eventually you made it out of the city and into the wilderness. You sat on the edge of a cliff. You watched the ocean below crash against the rock over and over again. You finally shed your tears. You tried not to blame yourself but you had no idea what had changed in him. You knew what you had to do, now you just needed to gather the courage to do it. You were the leader, you had to be strong.

Deep into the night you returned to camp. Astarion watched you walk to your tent. You lit a few candles, your tent illuminating him as he edged closer. You were taking your trousers off when he walked in. You pulled them back up with a huff and pulled your large shirt down to cover you.

“Hardly the first time I’ve seen you without clothes…” said Astarion, trying to lighten the mood.

“That was the past.” you said in a flat voice before you pushed past him to grab your brush. You brushed your hair in the mirror, acting as if he was invisible.

Astarion’s undead heart felt like it was trembling. You weren’t upset, you were angry. He had never seen you angry and he had a feeling he was about to experience a side of you he was unprepared to meet.

“Darling…” he started, reaching towards you.

You turned around, dodging his hand. “No. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” you said confidently, yet inside your heart was breaking.

Astarions face turned soft, scared. “What should I call you then?”

“Y/N. I am nothing to you beyond a traveling companion, so treat me as such.” your face was cold, your eyes were sharp.

“My sweet, please…” he said. You shot him a glare for the pet name but he persisted. “Y/N…”

“Do you have anything of value to say? If not, I need rest.” you sauntered over to your bedroll, half expecting him to leave. With the way he was treating you, he should be jumping at the chance to leave.

“I’m sorry.” he said in a small voice.

You had never heard him like that, even in his softer moments. You forced your eyes to meet his and noticed the lone tear falling down his cheek. “Were nothing to each other Astarion, you hardly have anything to be sorry for. You should go.” you said, doing your best to keep up the facade.

“No!..” he blurted. You quirked an eyebrow at him. “... please just let me say my piece… If you still want me to go afterwards, I will without fuss.”

You sighed before nodding at him.

“I’m sorry… for everything. I’ve acted monstrously towards you as of late. I… I love you… and I’m so scared I didn’t know what to do… I tried to push you away. But once you were gone… everything felt worse. I don’t know what to do… but I do know I’m sorry for hurting you.” he said in a calm tone but you could hear the slight panic.

“You love me?” you asked him, unsure if you heard him right.

“More than you can imagine.” he said with the smallest smile.

“You fucking idiot...” you mumbled.

His smile completely dropped off, he nodded curtly as he turned to walk out. You grabbed his wrist, turning him towards you before you crashed your lips to his. He let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding. He squeezed you close to him, holding your face in his hands, scared you would disappear if he didn’t.

“You’re a fucking moron… but you’re my fucking moron.” you kissed him again. You wiped a tear from his face, he nuzzled his head into your hand.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

You shushed him, “We were both rash, we both made judgment errors. I’m sorry too.” you kissed his cheeks. “Let's go to bed?”

“My sweet, I’d like nothing more.” he smiled at you, hugging you close before descending to the bedroll with you. “And if I’m honest, you holding a knife to my throat was rather… erotic.” He said with lust in his voice and a wink of his eye.

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urlocalreadermooni · 4 months

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Classmate!Satoru x Fem!Reader

We love Satoru <3 Strong language.

Gojo Satoru, your idiot of a classmate. He always messed with you, especially during class. You couldn't focus, even if you wanted to. Satoru kept kicking your seat and it was annoying you. He knew it was annoying you too, that's why he did it. "(Name). Are you even paying attention!?" The teacher yelled, You looked up at him and stuck out your tongue. "This class is stupid." and with that, you got up and left the classroom. Listening to the screaming teacher's voice get more and more distant.

You were making your way to your dorm when you ran into a figure. Based on the height and shape of the body, you already knew who it was. Gojo Satoru, the one and only. You looked up to see him smirking at you, "Enjoying your view?" You scoffed and moved around him. "Why are you so cruel to meeee.." Satoru turned to look at you, pouting. "Leave me the fuck alone Satoru." Satoru watched as you stormed off, before following you himself. "(Nameeeee) Why are you walking awayyyy?" Satoru pouted even more, trying to get your attention. "Satoru." You turned to see Geto grabbing Satoru by his uniform and scolding him. "You are acting like a perverted stalker, Satoru." Satoru didn't say anything. Geto walked up to you dragging Satoru behind him, "I am sorry for Satoru, next time he does this please call me." You smiled at Geto. "Thank you Geto." Geto would smile back and give you a little paper with his phone number on it. Satoru was looking at Geto with absolute betrayal. You watched Geto drag Satoru away while yelling at him. You had to admit, it was a funny sight to see. You turned back around and walked back to your dorm, still thinking about what just happened and giggling every once in a while.

-With Satoru and Geto-

Geto had dragged Satoru to an empty classroom and sat him down. Satoru just leaned back in the chair, not really caring about what Geto was saying.

"Are you fucking serious Satoru? Stalking a girl?" Geto asked in an irritated tone. "It wasn't stalking Suguru." Satoru rolled his eyes at Geto. "Are you kidding me? Following a girl to her dorm?" Geto was getting ready to shove a curse down his throat, but he didn't. "Suguru, we weren't even at her dorm.. yet." Satoru rolled his eyes again at Geto. "Satoru. What do you mean yet." Geto would slam a hand down on the desk in front of Satoru. "You were planning to go into her dorm." Geto glared at Satoru, "No..." Satoru said, looking away. "You disgust me." Geto turned away and walked to the door, before stopping and saying to Satoru.

"Next time I see you trying to stalk a girl, I will beat your ass."

Satoru grinned, "I would love to see you try, Suguru."

-With (Name)-

You were casually reading a book when you heard a knock at your door. "Who is it?" you asked, "Suguru, just wanted to talk to you about Satoru." You sighed, "Come in, the doors open." you watched as Suguru opened the door to see your surprisingly plain dorm. "You haven't done much around here." He pointed out, "Didn't feel like it." you shrugged. He sat down next to you on your bed, as you put your book down. "So what did you want to talk about Suguru?" you asked. "I just wanted to apologize for Satoru's behavior lately, hes been odd these past few weeks." Suguru was looking at the door, until his phone rang. It was Satoru. He picked up the phone and you could hear everything.

Satoru: "Suguru. Where are you." Suguru: "Why do you need to know Satoru?"

Satoru: "No reason.."

Suguru: "Satoru. Are you at the door."

Satoru: "What? No.."

Suguru: "I can hear you."

You could hear Satoru at the other side of the door. So you quickly walked to the door to lock it, but Satoru opened it before you even had the chance to lock it. "(Nameeee)!" Satoru smiled and walked into your room, uninvited. You were very uncomfortable with the situation and backed up. "Were you and Suguru doing something?" Satoru looked at Geto with a glare that could kill a man. Geto chuckled, realizing what the situation looked like. "No no, we were just talking about you." You went back to sitting next to Geto, while Satoru and Geto talked.

"Miss me that much you two have to talk about me behind my back?" Satoru asked. You scoffed, "You wish." Satoru sighed, "Well Suguru, what were you two talking about?" Satoru asked. "I was apologizing for you, since you were acting like a pervert." Satoru scoffed, "you're the one in her room. Alone with her." you got tired of their constant bickering so you decided to lay down and play on your phone.

After a little while Suguru left, leaving you and Satoru alone. (Geto asked if you would be able to tolerate him and you were too distracted so he just left)

"Sooo.. (Nameee)" Satoru said as he sat down next to you. "What do you want, Satoru." you asked, shutting off your phone, sitting up to look at him. "Why are you even in my room?" You asked. "Dunno. Just wanted to annoy you some more." He said while laying down on your bed. You pushed him off your bed and he fell on the floor. "Can you leave now?" You asked. "Whyyyyy" he said, pouting. Satoru got up and layed next to you, grinning. "Get the fuck out of my bed." you said trying to push him off again, he grabbed onto you so you both fell to the ground.

And of course, you had to fall on top of him.

He looked at you surprised but that quickly faded into a smirk. "Woah there~" He said in a seductive voice. you screamed and slapped him.

Well, you tried to, but it didn't touch him. You got off of him and shoved him out of your room. "Awh man.." He pouted and walked over to his own room, resting for the night.

-During class the next day-

You did not DARE talk to Satoru. Nor did you even speak to him. The worst part was, he got even more annoying. He would not stop following you and talking to you.

"(Name)~~" Satoru cooed. You didn't reply, you just started to walk away faster. "(Name) Stop ignoring me!!" Satoru whined. "Fuck off." You said, walking away even faster. Gojo followed you like a lost puppy, it was pretty cute but you had to shake off any thoughts like that. You then started to realize.. Did you like Satoru?

You couldn't shake off this overwhelming feeling whenever Satoru was around, it was like you wanted to be around him but at the same time didn't. It confused you so badly. It was even worse when Satoru wouldn't leave you alone. Ever. And I mean never, If you were out shopping, he was right by your side. If you went on a mission, he managed to get his happy ass assigned on the same mission. Where you were, Satoru was.

This feeling went on for days. And it wouldn't go away, it just kept getting worse and worse. Every time Satoru was around you would feel all embarrassed and bubbly, kind of unusual for you. Don't think Satoru didn't notice, he noticed as soon as you started acting differently. Especially when you stopped yelling at him for his constant nagging.

"(Name)~" Gojo sneaked up behind you and grabbed onto your shoulders. He watched your face turn red and attempted to hide it. "What do you want, Satoru." Satoru couldn't help but laugh at your reaction. "You try to act so calm when your face is red~" Satoru teased. "I think you have something to say to me." He whispered in your ear. Your eyes never widened so quickly. "You're going crazy, Satoru. Why would I have something to say to you?" Satoru rolled his eyes.

"C'mon beautiful~ just say it already."

"What did you just call me?" You turned to look at him. Satoru shrugged. "Why do you have to be so difficult (Name)." he groaned. "I know you have something to say to me, I can tell from your recent actions. 'Shit.' you thought. "Uhm.. I-" you got cut off by his lips landing on yours. "I think that will do for now~" you were speechless. You didn't even process what had just happened. "Satoru.. Did you just-" He grinned. "Based on your reaction.. I think the feeling is mutual. Isn't it?" Satoru asked. "Shut up.." Satoru picked you up and spinned around holding you up. "I knew it!" He was so giggly and adorable at that moment. He put you down after a little while and hugged you. "Satoru.. You really are a handful.." You giggled. "Love you too beautiful." Satoru winked. "Since when were you this flirty?" You asked, not used to the way Satoru was acting. "I've always been a little flirty, but now that I know that you love me... I can be as flirty as I want!" He was beaming, he was so happy and prideful in that moment. Geto walked behind Satoru and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for accepting him, now he can shut up with asking about if you loved him or not." Satoru's jaw dropped and had a pure look of betrayal. "Suguru.. how could you.." He placed a hand on his chest and acted as if he was in pain. "pfft.." you tried to hold back laughing, but you couldn't. You started laughing, and couldn't stop. Watching you laugh, Satoru started to smile. Geto watched as Satoru smiled and you laughed, "You better not fuck this up Satoru." Geto patted Satoru's back and walked away. "Have fun you two!" Geto waved and you two waved back, you had tears in your eyes from laughing.

Satoru and you spent the rest of the day with each other, without hating his company. He really enjoyed when you didn't act all mean to him!

Word count: 1698

I started to run out of ideas lmao..

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ameagrice · 1 year

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percy jackson x fem reader

chapter twenty-two | here we go again

“To be honest, I think someone should just toss this woman out a window, now. Her hair’s past the point of conditioning.”

Percy looked at you ludicrously. “She’s right here.”

You’d been volunteered to take the Oracle back up to the Big House with Percy. Up close, the creepy feelings intensified. You’d have thought that after making her way down to the creek she’d have had the decency to go back on her own. But no. And here you were, gasping for breath as you walked up the stairs backwards.

“Stop pushing so much,” you grunted, heels hitting the steps. “I’m gonna lose my balance.”

“Well my arms hurt, so hurry up.”

“Men have no patience,” you grumbled. Percy shot a look at you. “You don’t! My dad’s the same. Wants things doing instantly and quickly when it just isn’t realistic.”

Percy groaned. “Seriously, B, my arms are about to drop off, here.”

“If you push me anymore I’m gonna fall and get a concussion. Or amnesia. You know how easy it is to get amnesia? At least seventy percent of people with a brain injury get it.”

“Did you eat a textbook for breakfast?” He teased.

“Did you eat some nerve?”

“You’re quick today.”

“As opposed to every other day?” A smile made its way to the corner of your mouth. This kind of bantering with Percy always improved your mood.

“Come on,” he said, ducking his head for a second. “Let’s just get her upstairs. She smells of mothballs.”

“That’ll be the decay.”

“You’re disgusting.”

After Percy hit her head off the wall—and you breathed in the dust—you made it upstairs.

You set the Oracle down in her place by the window. Up here, now she was frozen again in place, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry. You’d hate to be stuck up here like this, only wanted when someone needed something. It wasn’t a very fair fate.

Percy’s footfall sounded on the wooden floor. Dust particles floated in the light streaming in. On tables and shelves, all topped with thick dust, trophies, medals, pictures and weapons lay. One photograph in a worn, brown frame held an image of two girls smiling with their arms around one another’s shoulders, wearing war face paint, clothes reminiscent of the seventies. You picked it up and turned it over. The date read ‘73, last day of summer. A longsword lay on a bracket on the wall, engraved with words too dusty to see.

“What have you found?” You lifted your head. Percy was crouching, sifting through a box on the floor.

He dropped something heavy-sounding back in to the box. “Just junk. Let’s get out of here. This place is giving me the heebies.”

For good measure, just in case she had anything left to say, you clicked your fingers in front of the Oracle’s face. She didn’t even flinch.

“Sure. I’ve got a feeling she won’t be saying anything for a while.”

Percy slammed shut the attic door as you descended the stairs, waiting at the bottom.

“Well,” you said, as he started down. “Glad that’s over.”

Despite your light tone, Percy still looked bothered.

“I feel like that whole thing was for nothing,” he said, meeting you at the bottom. He shrugged his shoulders. “She skipped me and went straight to Zoe Nightshade. What will Chiron do?”

Percy lowered himself and sat on the stairs. You did the same. Over the summer, as uncomfortable as the thought made you, you’d grown a little bit in ways your stepmom said was just girl nature. It made your thigh press that little bit more against Percy’s than it might have done before the summer, and you were weirdly self-conscious about it. Barely noticeable, your stepmom told you honestly, but noticeable to you.

“I think,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “He’ll do what’s best now, and that is probably going to have to do with what Zoe was told. I think this prophecy will be his priority.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but the sound of heavy, stomping footsteps on the stairs caught both yours and Percy’s attention. The source was Thalia.

She avoided looking at Percy altogether. “Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs.”

“Why?” Percy pulled a face.

“Did he say something?” Thalia asked you. Her icy eyes were firm.

“Uh—He said why.”

“Dionysus is calling a meeting of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy. Unfortunately that includes Percy.”

With nothing much to do while the meeting went on, you went back to your cabin. Inside, Cora—who you’d grown closer to over the months you spent at camp—was staring into space with a calculator in her hands at the table in the middle of the room. Another of your siblings, a boy named Mitchel, was doing the same thing.

“Have you guys been hypnotised?” You eyed them, walking over to your bed.

“Can’t figure out what Z is…”

The free time you had now, offered a chance to think on things that had happened so far with the both of them, and where it had gotten you now. During Percy’s quest to get the Golden Fleece last year, your only friends in camp were Travis and, to an extent, Cora. You’d grown closer to both respectably. Without Percy, you had obviously given more time to a newfound friendship in Travis.

He didn’t disappoint. If you needed a pick-me-up? Travis didn’t have to try hard to make you laugh. He didn’t push the fact that you weren’t a touchy person—granted, he’d learned the hard way after a hand on your back was shrugged away instantly. You preferred initiating any sort of physical contact—high-fives; an elbow on the shoulder—not receiving. He respected it.

You appreciated that most of all.

Over the summer, you grew closer with both of them. And Percy recounted his tales from his most recent quest with Annabeth.

Which of course meant he was closer to Annabeth afterward. Of course she cursed his name to the sisters she was closest to in the cabin. Of course you felt a little left out—it was natural, wasn’t it?

Travis would call most nights. Percy would call in the afternoon once a week, at first, and then more in the evenings, working around time zones. After a close call with a four-headed snake while out one night, Iris Messaging became the new thing.

A little too much—Percy once caught you under a mountain of bubbles in the tub with a face mask on, and always called by phone, first, after that.

“You’ve got your thinking face on.”

You looked at Cora. You hadn’t seen her climb up the bunk ladder, but she leaned over the side anyhow, hair dangling.

“Am I that much of an open book?” you lay your actual book on your stomach.

Cora hummed. She’d dyed her long hair while you were gone, a stark difference to the bleached yellow of two years ago.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Travis Stoll has been super loved up with you while you’ve been away in Aussie land.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

She grinned slyly. “I said what I said.”

“What are you talking about?”

She admired her nails, hanging upside down. “I’ll answer any questions for a dollar at a time. No more, no less.”

You looked blankly at her. “But you don’t need to pay for anything at camp. Answer the question.”

“I’ve stated my rules,” she said calmly. “Yes or no.”

“Fine! A dollar. What are you talking about?”

She grinned. “The boy’s been using up all his breath asking when you’re coming back to camp. I mean, I can’t even think of how many times he asked me the same question over and over. I think he was more worried you wouldn’t come back at all.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s loved up with me,” you rolled your eyes. “That’s a friend asking when I’ll be back.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Alright,” she drawled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. We all know you’re loved up with Percy.”

You side-eyed her. “And you know that…how?”

“I see all. Know all.”

“You’re a freak.”

“We were literally born from the brain of mom. We’re both freaks.”

You hummed. “That weirds me out.”

“It weirds me out,” she raised a brow at you. “And I’ve been here for five years. Trust me, it just gets weirder.”

—

Percy didn’t turn up for dinner.

“I wonder who’s going on the quest,” you said through a mouthful of food. “Nobody’s said anything.”

Cora nodded, sitting opposite. The table was empty besides the two of you, your siblings either at schools or home for the winter. A few tables down, Nico di Angelo was sitting with Connor and Travis, audibly chatting their ears off. The Ares table only had the two boys, and Demeter’s table only had Katie.

Percy’s table was empty.

It was cold out, and the sky was barely lit, just a dull, cloudy grey. The same golden balls of light that decorated the cabins lit the dinner tables, and some kind of magic kept the warmth inside the pavilion boundaries. Even so, you’d dressed for the occasion in a thick coat and jeans. While it was like this, you missed summer more than anything. It was too quiet. Too still. The calm would have been nice had the events from the Oracle not been hanging over you. You sighed, pushing your food around your plate.

“Maybe I should go find Percy,” you said, pushing your food around your plate. “I feel bad.”

Cora groaned. “Listen, he’s a boy; they do weird things like this. He’ll turn up when he’s ready. Nothing you can do about it.”

She had a point.

When finished, and the place began to practically empty, you both stood to leave. That was when Chiron called your name.

You turned expectantly, smiling politely. His brown eyes looked tired, and worried. “Could we talk?”

—

The leopard on the wall above the fireplace ate a sausage, and you watched it with wary eyes. It didn’t matter how many times you’d been in the Big House; it didn’t fail to shock you each time.

Mr. D. was flipping through a newspaper labelled Olympus Weekly! with a bored face. Occasionally he would raise his eyebrows, but they would fall back in place soon after.

“You are aware of the meeting held this afternoon, correct?” Chiron began.

You nodded, tucked into the arm of the sofa, hands warm under your thighs.

“Then you know what it was for. We called for campers and Hunters to unite, as the Oracle said, and join one another on the quest to find Artemis.”

You nodded along, listening carefully.

Chiron’s eyes rose from the wall to meet yours. “Zoe Nightshade visited me a night ago repeating a dream she had. Except, until this meeting, she left a part out. It was a part which involved you.”

Your mouth parted. “And what…what was I doing? In her dream?”

“She saw yourself and Bianca di Angelo walking together through a yard, talking. And so, we have decided that you are to be one of the half-bloods to take part in this quest.”

The fire crackled. Mr. D. closed his newspaper to watch the exchange between yourself and Chiron. And Chiron watched you.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Mr. D. repeated. “That is all you have to say?”

“I’m not really sure what to say,” you side-eyed him. “I’ll go. I’d like to go. We can look for Annabeth too, can’t we, while we’re searching for Artemis?”

“We believe that while searching for Artemis, there’s a high chance Annabeth can be found too, yes.”

“Who else is going? Is Percy coming?”

Chiron hesitated. “We decided on yourself, Bianca, Zoe, Thalia and Grover. Percy…Percy and Thalia cannot work together. It would be a mistake to send them together.”

It should have made you happy to be wanted on a quest. It wasn’t every day that a demigod got the chance to leave camp and actually do something good and helpful. But Percy desperately wanted to go. He was desperate to look for Annabeth. And by agreeing to go, you felt like you were betraying him.

“When do we leave?”

“Early tomorrow morning.”

“When you find Artemis,” Mr. D. drawled, flicking open his newspaper again. “Tell her she’s caused a a complete and utter ruckus. She better not do this again.”

—

The walkway of the lake seemed like a good place for a goodbye.

You and Travis lay side-by-side again, like you did last night, except this time was a lot quieter. The gold balls of light filled you with not joy but melancholy, and Travis didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t want to leave and not say anything,” you mumbled. “Thought that would be mean.”

He hummed. But didn’t say anything.

There were no stars tonight.

Finally, his coat rustled, chocolate-coloured hair brushing the hood. “Just come back,” he said. “The prophecy says two might die. I don’t want that to be you.”

You shook your head. “It won’t be. I promise.”

He blinked, eyes on the sky. “Keep that promise.”

—

You stopped by Percy’s cabin on the way to yours. You were disappointed to find him not inside, bed still made and the lights off. You’d have to worry about him another time.

In your cabin, you quietly packed your bag again. Clothes, a spare pair of shoes, the essentials, and a small purse of money—both dollars and drachmas—and hoped that would be enough.

You climbed into bed, rolling over in the dark in your cold covers. Cora snored in the bunk above. The lights were out. You pulled the covers up to your chin, and was out like a light.

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girlsgutsandgore · 6 months

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Writing Communities: Toxicity, Requests, and A Cesspit of Minors

PLEASE READ IF YOU'RE A READER OR WRITER!

I've never made a Tumblr post before and I doubt anyone will see this, so I'm going to rant into the void. This came about after a fanfiction writer I dearly loved, Muzanswaifu, was in a nightmare of a community (not sure if I should tag her). I've noticed that, among fanfic writers, being a writer on this website can be hell, something that seems to be predominately created by a disconnect between the writers and their audience.

While I've never posted any piece of fanfiction myself to Tumblr, I have been a long-time user of this website and regularly follow writers. I've watched far too many writers quit or abandon their accounts because of the pressure they face to regularly post or to write for a certain audience/genre.

Statistically speaking, you'd think that most people would have the decency to realize that some people might not be comfortable writing certain things or that if you're not comfortable with it, leave it alone (or report it if it involves legal issues, bullying, harassment, etc). The Tumblr user base is primarily made up of people between the ages of 18-34, give or take. Of course, there will always be minors in just about any space, but knowing that the majority of Tumblr users are within the 18-34 age range makes things... sad. If you're actively sending death threats to someone because they wrong canon x OC smut, then... why do you have that much time?

Then there's bullying someone because you don't like what they're writing about. Most writing blogs tend to have rules, the basic dos and don'ts when it comes to a blog. Those rules are there for a reason. They aren't there as a suggestion of what the writer will/won't do, they're firm and set in stone unless the writer makes a post stating otherwise. Way too many people ignore rules when making a request or when they go to DM the writer. Please, read the rules before submitting anything to the writer. I've seem people answer some really weird requests on this website/app.

On a similar note to that: content warnings. Again, some people will zoom right past that and then get disgusted by what they read. Like all things on your average writing blog, the content warnings are there for a reason. If you go on reading the content after reading the warnings, then you're responsible for the outcome. You willingly signed up to read this content, you made the conscious choice to interact with it. If it makes you uncomfortable, then you have to deal with that. There's a lot of weird or gross things on this website, so it's best to ignore it or report it if it's dealing with illegal content.

That leads me to my next issue: minors. Even though porn is no longer a thing on Tumblr (sort of), there's still a lot of explicit material, especially in the fanfic community. It's hard to stop minors from reading it when the only way to stop them is the "read more" button in most situations. What minors don't seem to realize is that 18+ content isn't for them. I can't stop you from reading it, but you shouldn't be interacting with it more than the basic like and/or reblog. Sending harassment to a writer makes you look exactly like what you are: a child. You lack the maturity and knowledge to know what a real job is like or how stressful college/university is.

With life comes responsibilities. One of the things that Muzanswaifu points out on her farewell post(?) is how she got a lot of hate for running a Discord server and people thinking she wasn't active enough. Discord is confusing, really damn confusing, especially when you're trying to run an entire server with dozens and dozens of people while warding off minors. Her main job isn't to make sure the Discord is seamless and aesthetically pleasing or to answer every demand someone has, and this applies to any writer or artist with a Discord. That should be a place where people can share ideas, writings, art, or random thoughts. If you have beef, then take it out of the server into somewhere private. Sure, free entertainment is fun, but it isn't fun when you start dragging in other people to pick sides and get upset because they don't want to pick.

One of the big issues I also see fought over is whether a writer writes for xFem, xMale, or xGN content when it comes to reader content. I've seen a lot of complaints that [Writer] should write for [gender/sex] because it's what someone in their audience wants to see. Just because you want to see it doesn't mean that the writer has to cater to your specifications. Frankly, they might not be comfortable with it or know how to. I know as a Genderfluid AFAB person, I would probably suck at writing xMale content and, while I certainly can practice, I'd like to stick to what I know. There are other writers or communities where you can find the kind of content you want. Hell, here's a wild idea: you write it. If you can harass and bully someone else, then you sure as hell have the time to write the kind of content you want.

As for requests, it's a similar situation to what I mentioned above. Most writers have actual lives, like school, work, or simply hanging out with friends. They don't spend every waking moment writing something you asked for to deliver. This content is free. While it might be a priority if it's a commission, it sure as hell isn't if you're going to whine and yap about it when it's been a week since you asked for something. Some writers will take months until they post another chapter or a fic. Life gets hectic and it's not predictable! The health of the writers should take the forefront, so if writing is bringing them no joy or is burning them out, then it's time for them to go on hiatus. It's a normal and expected process.

This post is probably incoherent and sounds like the angry ramblings of a nobody who'll get no traction on their post. I wrote this in, like, an hour and I can't think right now. Any comments/advice to add would be appreciated if there is anything. All I ask is that there's a better community for writers on this app. Since I've never written anything other than this post, I only know the bare minimum of what these people go through. I might make a part two or something of this to rant, but for now, I have calc homework I need to do.

To any writers/artists out there who want someone to write to, my DMs should be open. I'm a very open listener. If Muzanswaifu or any writers in the KNY fandom see this, DM me for a Discord server I'm in. It's centered around Renkaza but we mostly do whatever on there. It's the least toxic Discord server imaginable and people there are super nice. Also, free beta readers and a fanfic book club.

If anyone sends me hate for this, I'm framing it (deadass). You can yell at me all you want for supporting [insert taboo topic] when I'm not. Just stop bullying people online and maybe focus more on yourself. If you're taking out your anger on a faceless person possibly hundreds of miles away over an attempt to call out toxicity, then you've got too much time to think.

Anyway, that was GGG, I'm out (HOW TF DO THESE TAGS WORK SOMEONE HELP ME).

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niragisimp · 1 year

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The Pain Before (Niragi X Reader) Part 8

Part Seven, Part Nine, Series Masterlist

Your breath caught in your throat and Niragi locked his seemingly angered eyes into your own. You started to pull away before a hand wrapped around your waist, and you found yourself pressed into the side of the blonde. "She's busy right now." Without giving Niragi time to respond, Chishiya began walking with you past him, whispering into your ear to not look back. You could feel his Niragi's eyes on the two of you as you walked away, a small pain in your heart. You pushed the feeling aside-- though he did save your life, he was also a dangerous man with a loaded rifle.

Niragi seethed. He watched as you left with Chishiya, his anger beginning to spill out of him. He quickly hurried to his room, throwing the door open and throwing the nearest thing he could touch. He didn't bother to close the door, who would stop him? It wasn't long before his room looked like the aftermath of a police raid. Curtains ripped and thrown to the floor, his mattress lying sideways against the wall, the desk in the corner now on the floor in pieces.

"What the hell was that snake doing with her," his mind raced. "He shouldn't touch her. Nobody should ever touch her." He ran his hand through his hair, the tie that held it back long gone. He caught his reflection in the mirror briefly, filling himself with disgust. "I look like I did, back then. Almost," he sneered at his own thoughts, kicking the bathroom door fully open to give himself a good once over. He could see his tongue piercing pressed against his cheek, but other than the rest of his piercings, he did still look the same.

His hair had gotten a bit longer, and his eyes had a more dangerous look in them. He didn't look at himself much these days, there wasn't really a need to. He was feared and left alone by pretty much everyone but the women at the Beach, or Aguni if he got a little too out of hand. He took a deep breath, running his hand through his raven hair. His mind wouldn't get those thoughts of out his head, no matter what he tried to do. It just kept going back to that day.

The rain kept pouring, running the blood from his nose down into his shirt. Nobody looked at him, and even if they did, they didn't stop to help. His ribs hurt every time he took a step in front of him, the ache spreading throughout his body. His knee must've gotten scrapped when he tried to stand at one point, the rain stung when it struck him through the hole in his now ripped pants. Part of him wanted to wipe the rain from his cracked glasses, the other too tired to care. He kept remembering that girl.

She had on the same uniform as his school requires, but he couldn't say he recalled ever having seen her before. She wasn't in any of his classes, nor at lunch. He closed the door behind him, sighing as the dark empty house greeted him once again. He threw his shoes to the ground, pulling himself up the stairs and into his room. He collapsed on his bed, his soaked uniform still clinging to him.

"She was beautiful," he thought to himself in the dark, "I hope she got home safely," his face was buried in his pillow, but he could still feel his cheeks heat up. He thought himself something of a savior almost, like what he did had made a difference. If he wasn't in that alley, if that girl didn't run into him, would Haru have had his way with her? "She was clearly in distress," he thought, recalling her torn shirt, her makeup running and her eyes puffy. "Whatever happens to her," he continued, his mind drifting off to sleep, "I hope she gets to smile again."

Chishiya sat on the bed with you, almost uncomfortably close. The silence went on for what felt like forever, but it didn't bother you much. You couldn't imagine it bothered Chishiya either, for that matter.

"Are you alright?" You nodded your head, looking down at your bruised hands. "Spades?" You nodded again, turning your hands over to get a better look at them. "You know, your finger might be broken. You should see Ann." He stared at you for a minute before placing his arm around you and patting your arm awkwardly. You tried to hold back a laugh as you looked up at him, "You're really bad at this, you know?" He steals a quick glance before almost smiling. "Just make sure you keep yourself alive."

You frowned and looked back down at your hands, one looking much better than the other. "Why do that when I can just inadvertently rely on a madman with a gun to save me all the time..."

"The world needs more smiles like yours." You gasped, not getting a moment to process as his hand found its way to your hair, ruffling it to your dismay. "W-what the, how do you like it!" You said rhetorically, instantly going to do the same with his. He laughed, surprising you. He wasn't a man that showed emotion often. He grabbed your hand, still in his hair, and gingerly placed it by your side.

"It'll be over soon, I think."

You tilt your head to look at him, "What do you mean? Are you going to take the--"

He keeps his gaze forward, a coy smile starting on his lips. "Trust me," he stands before giving you a chance to probe him further, "I have to get back. Kuina is waiting for me."

You nod in understanding, hearing him walk towards the door. "And (Y/N)?" You turn to look at him, "Yeah?"

You watch as he smiles looking at you, "Try to smile. It's good for the atmosphere." He shoots you an awkward wink that causes you to laugh, and to your surprise, he laughs back. You gather yourself and make your way to the bathroom, eager to scrub the sweat off yourself. "Be seeing you and Kuina tomorrow?" as you walk into the bathroom. You hear him respond with a light hum in agreement as moments later the door opens and closes, leaving you alone at last.

Aguni sighed, looking into the room. If it wasn't for Niragi sitting in the center on the floor, rifle in hand, Aguni might've questioned what had happened. He knocked on the open door with the back of his hand, "Hey." When Niragi kept his eyes forward not responding, he continued, "Go cool off. They have to fix the room." He stepped back when Niragi stood up, clutching his rifle to his side.

He remained silent as he walked out of his room, his jaw still clenched. Almost instinctively he made way for (Y/N)'s room, almost running down the stairs to your floor. He almost threw the door open, pushing his pace around the corner. Niragi stopped himself in his tracks when he saw what was ahead of him; Chishiya closing your door, hoodie unzipped, hair unkempt with a coy smile plastered on his face. He eyed Niragi from down the hall, giving him an almost "Gothca" look before turning his heel and heading in the opposite direction.

Niragi contemplated following him for a moment, his judgment clouded over with, envy perhaps; or maybe it was jealousy. Regardless, he didn't care for the feeling. He took a breath as he remained focused on your door, heading forward.

He rushes into your room, not bothering to knock. He heard your surprise in the bathroom, rushing out still in your bathing suit. You couldn't help but be surprised when you saw Niragi standing in your room, rifle at his side. "W-what're you doing in here?"

Niragi looked you over, taking note of the bruises on your hands and legs. He began to feel his heart quicken as you looked at him questioningly, "I... I, just... Just, sit down!" He yelled. You jumped a bit at his tone and sat as he asked, keeping your head high enough to watch him as he started pacing in front of you. "I still need to talk to you!" You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, not that it helped much. The sweat on your palms was already enough to tell you that you were uneasy.

Looking down, Niragi saw your bruised hands begin to shake. He quickly took your chair from the provided desk and sat in front of you, his arms resting on his knees as he leaned forward to face you. The two of you sat like that for more than a moment before Niragi started to speak, "Why was Chishiya in here?"

You took a deep breath to answer, "The same reason you're in here, to talk." You kept your head down low, wondering how far your not-so-brave face could carry you at the Beach. You could hear him scoff, "Yeah, people always come out of a talk looking like that." He nodded to your still-ruffled hair causing a gasp to escape, your bruised hands hurrying to fix it.

The urge to defend Chishiya gave you a bit of courage, real courage, something you weren't used to in this place. "Maybe some people are actually nice--" Niragi brought your face up to meet his and held your chin in between his fingers, his voice stern. "Why're you still wearing that?" You could feel the blood drain out of your face, your mind rushing back to nights prior when Niragi threw you out of his room.

Your lips suddenly felt dry and your throat feeling hoarse. "I-I, this... This is the dress c-code--" He cuts you off, nodding to your dresser, "No. I mean, why haven't you been wearing it?" You find yourself tilting your head cautiously, glancing over, "But... There's nothing in there, but my spare top..." He let go of your face, his hand dropping to his knee as he stood abruptly, walking over to your dresser. You leaned back to see past his back as he opened the second drawer, pulling a familiar piece of clothing out and tossing it at you.

The material was soft, like silk almost. Without realizing it, you had clutched the shirt in your hands, your fingers carefully going over the patterns, relishing in the softness. This place may pose as a paradise, but no bedspread you ever felt could compare to this velvety touch. Your mind snapped back to reality as you realized Niragi was standing in front of you, looking down at you with unfamiliar eyes.

"Um... Didn't you say to give this back?" You felt yourself become awash with shame, trying to remember the comfort Kuina gave you when you told her what happened that night. "It wasn't my fault," you echoed in your mind, trying to calm yourself.

Niragi could feel his shoulders tense up as the words flowed from your lips. He tried not to look at them, tried not to make you uneasy, but it seemed he just had that effect on people these days. His body moved faster than he wanted it to, leaning over the bed and seemingly trapping you between his arms as you held yourself up on your arm. He watched your eyes as his hair fell down, almost touching your face; everything he wanted to say to you vanishing into thin air.

Your eyes stared as his own darted from one of yours to the other, seemingly trying to find something. His eyes rested on your lips as they started shaking, your mind racing with uncertainties. Niragi gently placed his hand under your chin, almost tracing your jawline with his thumb. "Wear the shirt. I won't ask again." His voice was lower than you've ever heard it, and it oddly reminded you of a sweet honey. He pushed himself off the bed and away from you, eyeing your hand with the shirt still clutched in your fist.

Niragi didn't say another word and he left you in your room, looking back at you briefly as he closed the door gently. You let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart almost pounding through your chest. You looked at the shirt in your hands with confusion, "When was he in my room?" You remembered Chishiya surprising you in your room two days ago, with a message. "Niragi was in here earlier. He seemed to be carrying something with him, but he didn't leave with it. How strange is that?"

You sat in the dark for a while, contemplating the last week. Life wasn't easy, but it was easier surviving on your own than at the Beach. You had barely ever talked to anyone, let alone casually bunked with a little over a hundred other people. You couldn't help but humor your heart a bit as it pained you gently from inside your chest, wondering what could've caused such a reaction. Maybe it was the thought of leaving Kuina and Chishiya? That didn't feel right, but it was the only logical reason you could think of.

The bed engulfed you as you lay down, your hands beginning to throb after your hot shower. You let yourself relax for a bit, soaking in the warmth of your surroundings. Your eyelids began to get heavier as time loomed on, something you graciously accepted. You did begin to wonder though, as your mind spun its wheels, why you couldn't stop thinking about Niragi in your room earlier.

He looked so familiar in a weird way, so gentle. You brushed it off as your mind playing a trick on you, but your memory backed it every step of the way. His voice, the way his hair fell. It all seemed so familiar, yet so distant. You didn't have much time to contemplate these rising thoughts, as sleep pulled you into her grasp, and left you to wonder for another day.

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sleepy-sinner303 · 2 years

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Can you please make headcanons of sakamakis have a dominant s/o how would they react cuz I really want to see them be put in there place❤

Wouldn’t mind a dominant s/o until some point

He wouldn’t mind someone bossy to make him go to school, to feed him, to force him to take baths

He could take some degrading reflexions past some point too, such as "take a shower, you stink", or "dress, the sight of your body makes me uncomfortable."

But, not dominant to the point of dictating him what to do and when

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Shu would be the kind of sub to just say "ok" instead of "yes, mistress", or "yes, ma’am."

He’ll give you whatever you want whenever you want, with a slight smile sometimes

He wouldn’t admit in front of everyone that he’s your sub but he wouldn’t hide it either

He’d love being degraded because seeing you bossy arouses him

But don’t push your luck: if you degrade him too much, he might see you like Reiji, a person who insults him constantly and lose his trust towards you

It is canon that he can be quite masochistic and indulge in a submissive personality sometimes

He takes your guiding and advices at heart and tries his best to make you proud of him and his decisions

Loves your smile and praises

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Reiji is devoted

Your advices are no longer advices but orders

He’ll do anything to make his owner proud of him, even degrading things

But his bossy side remains: he prepares your food, your bath, your clothes

He can be quite a switch: his dominant side can be back again, but you know how to tame him

Will fight you for dominance: he won’t be tamed easily

If you’re bossy, he likes giving you a bit of control so you can do his laundry, his food, his cleaning for him

But it won’t stop there: every time you’ll gain control, he’ll hate it, and would try his best to shut you down

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Ayato will try to impress you by any way possible: building things for you, buying you things, winning basketball games to make you impressed

He values your praise more than anything: he wants you to say and show that you value him

He’ll make sneaky comments such as "admit it it makes you happy when I do this" or "I’m so fucking good you can only be impressed by me", but deep down he knows he has to work for your approval

As long as you’re caring, almost motherly, Kanato won’t mind your behavior

He’d want to have his hair pet, would want you to bathe him, to feed him, to dress him

But don’t get him wrong, he’d still snap at your behavior if you cross his line

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Kanato would want praise but also to be spoiled: he’d know that if he behave well, you’d spoil him rotten

When he would misbehave, he’d ask to be punished so you would recognize his devotion and go easy on him

He’d also prepare you baths and tea parties to have sweet moments with you

He would throw tantrums just like a child if he thinks he’s being overlooked by you: but he’d always apologize and ask for a hug

This dude wouldn’t mind at all you being dominant

He actually loves it: being lead on, owned, arouses him to no end. He likes dominant women, he finds it amusing

He’d beg for orders and for you to control his life: it’s like a game for him

He’d disobey on purpose so you would punish him

He’d make lots of sneaky remarks such as: "look at you, being so dominant, it’s arousing", or "you look so pretty like this, makes me want to jump on you".

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Laito likes degrading himself

He likes putting himself in humiliating and disgusting positions, just to make you happy

Seeing you bossy and "evil" makes it amusing for him: because he knows that in the end, you also crave his affection

He openly speaks to every single person he meets that he’s your sub, just to make you embarrassed

He’d be soft, letting you touch him, clean his wounds, kiss him and coo at him

He’d feel embarrassed but in the end, he’ll let you

He’d listen to every single of your advices, knowing better than shutting down the person he loves

But let’s now imagine you wanted me to make him submissive…

As a sub, Subaru is an embarrassed shy mess

He’d always try to deny the effect you have on him and that he loves it

He’ll try to please you, even tho he’s very clumsy at it

He’s your pleaser: ask anything and you shall receive

His anger issues don’t change tho: he needs a hug or two to calm himself down

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endious · 10 months

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rampage!jeff handcuffing you on his headboard so you wouldn’t even think about running away again *dies*

i actually didnt ever expect to get a rampage!jeff ask EVER but i am holding you by the shoulders and screaming over this

“N-No! Please! I’m s-sorry, Jeff!—“ “You should’ve came running back with tears falling down your face then.” He’s so mean, so rough as he drags you through the cabin. The bruises and cuts littering your body from his assault when he had found you after you had ran hurt and sting against the floorboards as he holds your arm at an awkward angle for you and drags you. Your eyes flicker over the basement door and fear washes over you but he walks past it, through the kitchen and to a room that you’re much more uncomfortable to be in.

You nearly wish he had thrown you down those stairs into that disgusting basement if it meant you didn’t have to spend a second in here. You cry out, begging and babbling nonsense at this point and unfortunately it only seems to make his mood worse.

“Would you fuckin’— shut up already.” He rips you off the floor and shakes you violently, seething with anger and you grow quiet instantly as you tremble like a leaf in his unbearably tight grasp. His brows are knit together and his mauled smile twists as his lips turn downward. It’s scary, looking at him up close like this and the smell of his rotting scars makes you want to vomit and you wonder how he isn’t in pain over the infected scars.

He huffs and rolls his eyes at the look of horror in your eyes before he’s tugging you roughly towards the bed and you fight the urge to start fighting back, already having too many terrible scenarios playing in your mind as you stare at the bed with fear.

He throws you towards it, your legs giving in under you as your upper body lands on the mattress but you don’t get a second to scurry away before you hear clinking behind you and you tremble with fear once more.

Your arm is grabbed, pulled towards the headboard causing your body to strain and move unwillingly towards it. Something clicks and your heart drops when you feel something cold squeezed tight around your weak wrist and clicked as well. Your head turns and your eyes meet a pair of handcuffs that keeps you trapped to the headboard.

Your eyes flick over to Jeff’s tall figure looming over you already and you suddenly realize the predicament you’re in now and cower beneath him as he leans down, hovering you as you try to sink deeper into the bed to get away from him.

“Now ya can’t run anymore.” His hands, eerily cold grab at your bare arms and presses his thumb into one of the various cuts he left on you earlier in the woods. “Can’t go anywhere can you? Just a helpless little whore who was made to take my cock, yeah?” You want to tell him to stop but you know it would only bring you more pain if you talked back.

His hand grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look up at his mangled smile as he grins widely at you, a crazed look in his eyes that makes you nervous. “No cops, friends or family will ever find you, doll.” The way he speaks is sinister, venom and hatred in his voice as he leans closer until your noses brush against one another. “You’re fuckin’ mine.”

#— cadie answers #— nonnies #I FUCKING LOVE RAMPAGE!JEFF GOOD NIGHTTTTT #FIGHTING MY URGESSSS FIGHTING THE THOUGHTS #im feeling better now btw LMFAO last anon killed my mood i nearly deactivated

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is it alright to ask if you can go more in-depth as to what goes on later in the days? i heard about some things but i would love to know your side

So I stopped reading days past 13 because cheritz has already been testing my patience and between Jumin being June's half brother and what I'm about to whine about I just can't anymore.

So on day 11, June meets a guy named Henri who introduces himself as someone who volunteers at the hospital on occasion. They chat a little after a tai chi class that Henri hosted for patients.

Then, that night as June is getting in bed, Henri knocks on his window and asks to be let in. (According to a nurse later, June is on the top floor) And he gives June some food that fits into his currently prescribed diet. This wouldn't be a problem if, as far as June knew, he wasn't just a volunteer. Henri doesn't explain himself or anything and June is extremely uncomfortable through the entire interaction and doesn't eat what he gave him (for understandable reasons).

The next morning, he reports what happened to a nurse and she doesn't believe him, instead asking if he ate anything or took medication, and didn't listen to him about what he needed. She says she'll tell his doctor about it.

His doctor? Overnight, he got a new doctor and guess who it is! And Henri doesn't acknowledge any of what happened or why June could possibly be so upset and uncomfortable. He tells his mom, but she can't do anything because Henri is the son of the guy who runs the hospital and he's a childhood friend of Jumin and V... ((GOD MAKE IT STOP))

And it just goes on. And on. Getting uncomfortably close, setting up a date without consent.

It feels just like a damn yaoi, the trope that is so popular and is exactly why I avoid BL. And now it's invading my self indulgent game where it's supposed to be about a romance between me and a guy.

I'll stop myself before I start throwing out stuff about how people treat yuri and GL. That can be a separate post if you're curious about what I have to say. Just know, my aversion to BL is not out of homophobia (tho at this point I have been jokingly calling myself a homophobe cuz it seems like I'm the only person that has a problem) but out of disgust for what these so-called romances are built on.

I came for a sweet romance like there is with Teo and Harry, instead I'm witnessing a toxic BL plot probably meant to be another way cheritz finds new players to pander to (checked the google play reviews and one of the most recent ones is screaming "june x henri forever" so uh they were successful –_–)

Apparently Henri does cool down later on, but the fact that this happened at all and is just a 1:1 of a popular trope killed it for me.

Btw I'm planning on making a post going into detail about everything that disappoints me about this route because June deserves better and Cheritz needs to fuckin learn. Replies to their posts are mostly unconditional support from people who never cared for this game to begin with

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years

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See You At Seven? Steve Harrington x Reader

See You At Seven?

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Losing your virginity to Steve doesn’t go how you thought it would.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Word count: 4667

WARNINGS: loss of virginity, f orgasm, fingering, dirty talk, blood, painful penetration, Dom!Steve if you squint, aftercare, supportive Steve.

It was one of those summer days where nothing seemed to cure my boredom. I tried reading, watching a movie, sun tanning, even cleaning my room. Laying flat on my back on my bed I stared at the popcorn ceiling above me trying to think of anything that could help pass the time. I was waiting for Steve to finish his shift at Family Video so we could hang out. He had booked the weekend off for us to spend some time together. Both of us working too much that we weren't making enough time for each other so we decided to change that. It was strange being in a relationship with someone who was actually mature enough to discuss things like that, and even though Steve is well, Steve, he's smarter than he looks.

Glancing at the small pink clock on my bedside table, I figured 4:30 was a good time to phone Family Video and harass Steve on the other end. It was usually dead in the store so we talked often when we could, helped both of us pass the time quicker. Dialling the number I now knew off by heart Robin picked up on the third ring. "Family Video this is Robin!" Her perky voice ringing in my ears and bringing a smile to my face. "Hey Robs it's me" I said leaning against the wall next to the phone. "Oh my god (Y/N) Steve is being so annoying and mopey, all he's doing is leaning on the counter complaining about when he can see you, and I'm pretty sure I caught him laying on the floor at one point just in full despair, I don't know what you've done to him, but I love it and hate it all at the same time-" I stifled a laugh as she rambled on before I heard Steves voice. "Robin give me the phone"

"No I'm talking to her, she likes me more, stop it, Steve don't STEVE!" The clatter of the phone was loud and I had to pull the receiver away from my ear for a moment. A distant "You're disgusting!" was heard and then Steves chuckle vibrated through the phone.

"Babe?" He said still laughing

"What did you do to her this time?" I asked.

"Wet willy" he said proudly. I scrunched my nose up in response.

"So childish" I fake mocked.

"It's the only way to fight back with her, and it works like a charm" I could still hear robin mumbling on the other end and I knew Steve was going to get an ear full (no pun intended) after we hung up. "So as per usual the parents are away, and I was thinking you'd come stay over for the weekend? We can just swim, and watch movies, and eat take out until were both uncomfortably full"

A small blush rising to my cheeks made me thankful for the fact Steve couldn't see me through the phone. "That sounds perfect, I could use some time away from my parents" I sighed.

"Everything okay?" He asked quickly.

"Oh yeah nothing crazy, just parents being parents" I rolled my eyes. My parents truly weren't that bad, and we got along quite well, it was just those normal parent things that were getting on my nerves lately. "Maybe I'm pmsing or something and I'm just getting irritated over nothing" I said thinking out loud.

"That could definitely be it- Hey did you have any movies in mind you wanted to see? Please don't make me watch Dirty Dancing again"

"Don't act like you don't like it Harrington, you stay awake through it more than I do" I teased. "But I suppose I won't make you watch that again" I bit the inside of my cheek thinking of movie titles I've seen in the past. "What about that one" I said snapping my fingers trying to get the name out. "The one with the kid from The Goonies?"

"The Lost Boys?"

"Yes! That's the one!" I said excitedly. "Robin said it was pretty good"

"It's a vampire one though are you okay with that?"

"I'm not afraid of vampires if that's what you're asking Steve" I said laughing. "I'm not a scaredy cat like you" I teased and I heard him scoff in response.

"I'm not a scaredy cat!" He protested. "You're the one who couldn't handle The shinning" He shot back, an audible smile across his face.

"Because it was just so ominous! I still have nightmares about that bloody elevator" I shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah that movie was a bit weird huh? I mean the bits we actually watched" He said trailing off.

The last time we had a so called movie night, Steve and I barely paid attention to the films we kept putting on. The facade of us actually watching them while I straddled his lap, his face buried in my neck as we rocked against each other. Steve and I hadn't had sex yet. I was too nervous being a virgin, and seeing as his dick could barely fit in my mouth I was afraid of having it between my legs. We did almost everything else, so I wasn't shy with being sexual with him, but going all the way seemed so daunting. People made it seem like such a big deal, and I guess it was, but I don't think having a dick in you should or would change you all that much as a person. Steve never rushed me on anything, and not a single word out of his mouth after I said 'stop' was negative or condescending. I had been with a few people before him, and being younger back then sex wasn't really something I wanted, I had barely explored myself let alone to let someone else explore me first, that didn't feel right. But eventually after figuring my own body out and what I liked it was easier to let myself feel good with someone else.

Now knowing I was going to stay with Steve for the whole weekend something in me told me that I was ready, and that I wanted to try. Butterflies flitted in my stomach and I had gotten so lost in my own thoughts I didn't realize that Steve had started speaking again. "So I figured that one, and then like, The Labyrinth, and maybe A Nightmare On Elm Street cause you still haven't seen that"

"You just want to get a scary movie so I'll hide into your chest"

"Yeah, yeah maybe I do"

"Oh and baby?" I said sweetly. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes. This was it.

"Yeah?"

"You have condoms right?"

He choked, the phone clattered, and I could hear robin laughing in the background. "Steve?"

"Hmm yeah? Hi I uh, yeah, I do, um yeah" He said breathlessly.

"Good" My heart was beating so hard I thought I might throw up. "See you at seven?"

"Seven yeah, s-should be good"

"Bye Stevie" I said hanging up the phone. I leaned my forehead against the cool wall of the kitchen, my hand still holding onto the phone as I attempted to control my breathing. "It'll be fine" I said out loud to myself. "And if it's shit, that's okay, everyones first time is different" I reminded myself. Pushing myself off and away from the wall I made my way upstairs to shower and pack my bag for the weekend.

The showering part was easy. I never felt like any body part had to be baby smooth to feel comfortable around Steve, he never minded a little hair, in fact he encouraged it. "If hair wasn't supposed to be there, it wouldn't be there" he had said to me the first time I showed a small bit of insecurity about it. It even drove him crazy when it peaked out of the sides of my bathing suit bottoms when I didn't have time to sharpen up my bikini line. What stressed me out today, was what I was going to wear and what I was going to bring. I had slept over at Steves countless of times, and he was over here just as often, but we had never spent the whole weekend together. Deciding to pack some basics, I shoved a pair of pj pants and shorts into my bag. Figured I'd give myself another option just incase. Not bothering to add a sleep shirt knowing I would just steal one of Steves. Hands lingering over my folded clothes I played with the strap of this very tight tank top I thought about bringing. It made my boobs look really good and I knew Steve would love it as much as I did. A small smile playing on my lips I slid the top over my head deciding to wear it with a pair of shorts. Steve and I weren't planning on going out anywhere after he picked me up, so the short walk from my front door to his car in this would be totally fine. Shoving an extra pair of underwear into my bag I zipped it up and dropped it at the end of my bed. Now all I had to do was wait.

Almost on the dot exactly I heard Steve lightly honk his horn to signal he was here. Bounding down the stairs and out the front door I threw my backpack in the direction of the car as I ran and jumped into Steves open arms, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Bending slightly at the knees he scooped me up bringing my thighs to his was it and holding me in place against him. His balance wobbling slightly, his back hitting the side of his car. "Hey princess" He said a little breathlessly.

"Hi baby" I said releasing the grip of my thighs signalling Steve to put me back down but never letting go of me. "I missed you" I said honestly, my hands tugging at the hair at the base of the back of his neck.

"I missed you more" He said leaning down to press a light kiss to my lips.

"I don't think so" I said sighing dreamily as I looked up at him. His hands traveling to my shoulders he flicked at the thin strap of the tank top I wore.

"I've never seen this one before" head tilting to the side as he continued to slid his finger up and down my shoulder, still under the strap.

"Figure I would save it for a special occasion" I said leaning back from him and reaching for my bag.

"Special occasion huh?" He said turning to open the car door for me.

"Maybe" I said shrugging and slipping into the passenger seat.

The drive to Steves was always short and sweet, giving me no time to continue over thinking which is what I was already doing.

"Alright, I'm gunna hop in the shower real quick, you go get comfy in bed" Steve said placing a small kiss to my temple before heading towards his bathroom.

Falling onto his bed I smiled. Taking a deep breath and reviling in his familiar smell that littered his sheets. I unbuttoned my jean shorts and tugged them off, throwing them onto the floor before crawling under Steves blanket, nestling into his pillow. I hummed in content. How was his bed so much comfier than mine? Settling deeper into his bed I let my eyes close, the soft echo of the shower lulling me into sleep.

"Baby?" Steves hand ran through my hair, moving it away from my face and neck.

"Hmm?" I opened my eyes, squinting at the light of his room. His hair was still damp, a few darkened spots on the shoulders of his t-shirt from lingering drips from his hair.

"You wanna keep sleeping or do you wanna get up?"

I stretched my arms above my head, and sat up slowly, licking my lips to get the moisture back into my dry mouth. "I didn't mean to fall asleep" I said rubbing my eyes. "Is it late? How long was I out for?"

"Not long, bout thirty minutes or so, however long I was in the shower for"

"I missed you" I said reaching my hands out towards him, opening and closing them in grabby hand motion.

He laughed before shifting further up the bed so I could wrap my arms around him. Crawling out of his blanket and into his lap I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You didn't dream of me?" He asked quietly, his hands running up and down my back.

"Not this time" I sighed. I could hear his heart beat begin to quicken as I rested my head against his chest. Sitting back up I ran my hands along his shoulders, to his forearms, down to his wrist to where his hands settled on my waist. I looked up at him with a shy smile.

"Oh I know that look" He said with a chuckle.

"What look?" I said tilting my head to the side.

"That's the, 'I want you to ruin me' look" His hands shifting from my waist to hold my face with both hands. The warmth from them spreading across my cheeks and down my neck igniting the heat that sat in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't know what you're talking about Harrington" I said trying to play it off, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh really?" His voice low, one hand moving from my cheek down to the base of my throat. "If I slid my hand into your panties right now, how wet would you already be hm?" He mocked playfully. My hips twitched slightly at the change of tone in his voice. "Bet you've already ruined those cute little pink panties huh? Just being this close to me gets you all wound up doesn't it?" his thumb grazing the divot between my collarbones and throat. Shifting slightly his hard erection bumped against my crotch and I had to hold back the small whimper threatening to leave my mouth. "Don't hide those noises from me pretty girl"

"Steveeee" I whined, grinding my hips ever so slightly in attempts for some relief. His hands back at my waist, guiding my hips to continue rolling them against him.

"What is it baby?"

"Don't tease me" I whimpered with a pout.

"But you're so pretty when you get all desperate"

"I'm already desperate" I admitted, my eyes flicking up back to his for a moment. "I've been thinking about you all day" I rolled my hips a little harder agaisnt him, my head falling into this crook of his neck. I kissed softly at the exposed skin I could reach without moving the fabric of his shirt. I was too focus on my movements to try anything else.

"What did you think about?" Steve said, his breath hitching slightly.

"Your hands"

"What about them?" He encouraged.

"How they feel when they touch me. When they touch me everywhere" My words coming out almost as whispers, the coil in my stomach slowly growing, but not fast enough. "Please Steve" I said leaning back to press my forehead against his. Small moans falling out of my mouth and into his.

"Please what baby?"

"Touch me?" I leaned back again to look at him, his pupils blown out; only the smallest sliver of his honey brown eyes visible.

Shifting so he was now hovering me, he pressed his lips to mine. Sloppy kisses, our mouths and cheeks covered in each others saliva as our hands chased each others bodies. Feeling them like it was the first and only time we'd get to be this close. Steve made quick work, his hands tugging at the sides of my underwear until I lifted my hips slightly for him to pull them off the rest of the way. He didn't hesitate before sliding his fingers between my folds, groaning at the wet slick that instantly covered his fingers.

"Oh my god" I hummed, my head rolling to the side.

"I was right" He chuckled. "Look at you, so pretty like this. Soaking and desperate for me to touch you" Fingers circling my clit his lips came back down, attaching themselves to me, and absorbing my moans. He teased my hole slightly with his middle finger, but never going in. I whined.

"Steve, please"

"What do you want?"

"Touch me" I said quickly.

"I am touching you princess" he smirked.

"Finger me" I said in a huff, no shame in how audible the desperation was in my voice. "I wanna cum"

"Well you don't need me for that" He threatened.

I shook my head back and forth. "No I want you to make me cum"

Please with my response his finger slid into me a second later. My back arching every so slightly.

"My pretty pretty girl" He cooed while leaning down to kiss my neck. Nipping and sucking lightly until he reached the top of my breasts, that were almost spilling from the tight fabric of my tank top. "Take this off for me yeah?" He asked. I sat up quickly, grabbing the bottom of my top and flung it over my head and off to the side. He continued kissing my chest, his mouth leaving wet kisses a long the doughy skin until taking one of my nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking at it lightly. He added a second finger and I clenched around him instantly. Pulling up away from my chest he began curling his fingers up into me, and brought his other hand down to continue rubbing circles on my clit.

"F-fuck Steve" I spat.

"Feels good?" He asked.

"So fucking good baby, you always m-make me feel s-so good"

"Awe my poor baby can barely get her words out" He teased, pumping his fingers a little faster, and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Taking all of my strength to reach my hands down and into Steves to pull them from me, on the brink of my orgasm.

"What, what's wrong?" Steve said searching my face.

"N-Nothing, I wanna cum, um, on your cock" I said shyly.

Steves face reddened and he leaned forward to give me a quick soft kiss. "Not yet, I want you to cum on my fingers first, and then we can try okay?"

I nodded, my breath still rapid as he placed his fingers back into me. His fingers slipping into me almost easier this time. "Fuck look at the way you take my fingers baby" he said watching his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of me, curling up into my g-spot. "C'mon baby, I know you're close, cum on my fingers like you wanna cum on my cock" His movements never faltering as the coil in my stomach began to tighten, until my back arched off of his bed.

"Oh my god, just like that, please don't stop, please, please, don't stop" I begged, my hands fisting the fabric of his sheets beneath me.

"I won't baby, cum for me, you're right there"

Tingling heat soared through my body, through my stomach until that coil snapped and I was cumming around Steves fingers just like he wanted. Lewd whimpers and moans escaping me as Steve continued his moments until the high of my orgasm slowed. Sitting up I leaned forward until I reached the him of Steves sweatpants. My hands fumbling as I tried to free him from the restraints of the fabric. He grabbed my hands. "Hey, hey, slow down" He said softly.

"I still want" I swallowed, glancing slightly at his bedside table where I knew he kept his condoms. "I still want to try"

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to, I'm ready"

"Tell me to stop at any point okay?" He said holding my face in his hands.

I nodded. "I promise"

Leaning over to the table, he opened the small drawer and pulled out the box of condoms, ripping the cardboard open and taking one of the foil packages out and placing it next to us. He got up and walked towards the bathroom bringing back two towels. I raised my eyebrow.

"Just incase there's a little blood" He said reassuringly. Folding one in half, he placed it on his bed and tapped it so I would sit on it.

Removing his sweat pants and boxers and shirt he pumped his length a few times before tearing the foil packaging and removed the slippery condom from it. He rolled it onto himself and I watched intently, for when I was able to do it for him. He situated himself between my legs, rubbing the tip of his dick against my wet folds. "Here gimme one of your hands" He said reaching forward. Taking my hand into his he interlocked our fingers as he kneeled between my legs, his other hand directing his dick against me. "Ready?" he asked.

And I nodded.

"Verbal confirmation please" He said with a pleading look.

"Yes Steve, I'm ready"

He lined himself up and began to push into me slightly. Instantly I let out a hiss, my hand coming out to press against his abdomen. "F-fuck" I stuttered. It hurt. Way more than I thought it was going to.

"Want me to stop?"

"No, no, just" I took a deep breath and closing my eyes. "Just go slow"

He continued ever so slightly, pushing in by millimetres, stopping with each hiss and hitch of my breath. Pushing a little more I felt the rest of his tip slip into me and I tipped my head up slightly with a "Fuck" muttered through my teeth. My hand tight around Steves, and I knew I would leave him with tiny crescent shaped nail imprints in his skin.

"Just keep breathing baby, you're doing so well" His breath was ragged and I could tell it was difficult for him to be so slow, but I appreciated it so much.

My forehead scrunched and my eyes closed tightly I focused on my breathing until Steve tapped my head lightly. "How we doing in there?" I could hear the smile in his voice. I was afraid to open my eyes, knowing if I did tears would roll down from the pain. "Okay" I said quietly. "Keep going" and he did. So slowly, it felt like time had slowed with each push of his cock, stretching me painfully. I started breathing through my nose and out through my mouth.

"Do you want to stop?" Steve asked again.

"No? Yes? I don't know"

Steve sat up slightly, not removing himself just yet from me. "Look at me baby"

Reluctantly I opened my eyes, and the tears that were held behind my closed lids slipped out and down my temples with ease. "Talk to me" He said rubbing his thumb against the skin on my hip in soothing circles.

"It hurts" I choked. "I-I thought it would be better" A small sob bubbled in my chest.

"I'm gunna pull out okay?"

"No no, don't" I said whimpering, trying to pull him back to me but hissed when I made him move a little deeper into me.

"Baby please? We can try again, this was good for a first try, I don't want you crying in pain under me"

"Just... Is it okay if you put it all in? Then we can stop"

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yeah, please? Just that"

"Okay" he removed his hand from my tight grasp and moved so he was leaning down more towards me. "Hold onto me if you need to okay?"

I nodded, my hands resting on his shoulders. He began again, slowly pushing himself into me, small whimpers from my mouth echoing into his skin. "So close baby, you're doing so good" he praised. With a slight grunt I felt him bottom out, his rough pubic hair rubbed against mine. "Fuuuuuck, you feel so good baby, you did so good, look how well you're hugging onto my cock baby"

We stayed like that for a moment, his head now tucked into my shoulder and my arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

"No more, I'm done" I whispered.

"Okay baby" he said giving me small kisses as he leaned back up. "Just keep breathing for me okay?" He slowly pulled back out, and it still hurt, but not as much as it did going in. When he was fully out I glanced down at him, the condom slightly pink with blood. My bottom lip quivered as I tried to hold back my tears.

"Baby it's okay" Steve said. "Lemme get this off, and I'll clean you up okay?" He made quick with his movements, discarding the condom into the trash, and slipping his boxers and sweat pants back on. I curled up into a ball, sobbing into my hands. "C'mere" Steve said quietly after tugging his shirt back over his head, pulling me into his chest. I held onto him, the fabric of his t-shirt tucked tightly into the balls of my fists as I cried into him. He pulled his blanket back up over me and traced his finger tips against my bare back soothing me. "You're okay" he repeated.

After a few quiet moments, the grip I had on his shirt loosened and my breathing relaxed. Tilting my head I looked up at Steve. His eyes were closed and maybe he sensed me already looking at him because his eyes opened and immediately met mine. He smiled.

"I'm sorry" I said, new tears threatening to fall.

"You have nothing to be sorry for"

"But, you didn't get to finish, and it was shit, it wasn't even sex"

"When has me finishing ever been a priority? Cumming is just a bonus, as long as we're both having fun, and getting some sort of pleasure out of whatever we're doing, then I'm happy babe" he said tucking a bit of hair behind my ear. "What's got you so upset about it?"

"I thought it would have been better, I knew it wouldn't be great, but everyone makes it seem like it's this insane thing, and it was just shit" Angry tears fell down my cheeks as I sat back up, crossing my legs in front of me. "I had it all planned out in my head, and for it to just be the complete opposite sucks"

"You know my first time wasn't that great either"

"Really? I don't think we've ever talked about it"

"I don't think it ever came up, but it was weird" He laughed a little. "All the motions of sex were there, but I had no idea what I was doing, and this older girl just took full control, and I think I blacked out at one point cause then it was over and I was putting my clothes back on and I never saw her again"

"How old were you?"

"Uh like 14 I think? Too young that's for sure, I didn't even really know what happened until I got older" He sighed. "Sex didn't really get good until the end of high school, but then I met you and I realized I liked making you cum more than even the thought of sex" He toothy smile spreading across his face. "Although I will tell you, your pussy felt amazing"

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm. "So much for that nice little moment" I sniffled lightly, wiping away the last remnants of my tears.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me? I'll get you all cleaned up and we can order pizza and start our little movie marathon"

I blushed. Steve really was amazing, he went into caregiver mode so effortlessly and it made my heart squeeze.

"Yeah, that would be nice" I said quietly.

"And baby?" He said. "Everyones first time is different, and they're not all perfect like they are in the movies, it sometimes takes time and practice, but we'll get there okay?"

I pouted, looking down at my hands.

"Hey, no pouting, it's all a learning process" He tilted my chin up to look at him. "It'll get better" he gave me a light kiss on the lips. "I Promise"

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theangryjikooker · 9 months

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Hello, i know you are a Jikooker (not the shipper kind) but i really love you takes on things. I do have a question that is not Jikook related but Taekook related and I don’t know if u can answer it. I know you are not so much into Taekook spaces but if u can, i will love to hear what u think.

So personally, i have really never had any reason to think Taekook could be more than friends. I mean if we go by facts and not some made up dates, conspiracy theories and weird narratives, Taekook have just always seemed to me like two friends who love each other and have very similar likes and dislikes. Also, there is alot of skinship with those two but i know that is just their dynamic. Both of them in my opinion are incredibly tactile so put them together and u get an unhealthy amount of (harmless) skinship.

What baffles me is why are there so many pple in this fandom who think Taekook are together? I mean anybody with atleast a brain at this time knows that Tae and Jennie are most likely dating each other. So why do you think Taekookers are so adamant about Taekook being a couple that they are willing to be the most disgusting pple on the planet? I’ve really tried to understand it but i just can’t! I mean Taekook are cute as hell and they have an extremely beautiful friendship. Why don’t they celebrate what is, instead of what they want their relationship to be?

Sorry for the long ask. I would really appreciate if u cah give me your thoughts on this. Thanks

They’re the most popular members, and they visually stand out. Also, no one ever says it out loud because there are particular undertones to it that’s uncomfortable (i.e., racist), but their features are the most western-friendly, which increases their popularity by default.

If you don’t think racism is still rampant in the industry and by those who consume it, even subconsciously, you are dead wrong.

For shippers who’ve maybe been ARMY from the beginning, I’ve been told Taehyung and Jungkook originally had the closest bond, so it grew from there. When you believe a particular reality for so long, people often have difficulty separating themselves from that. (This applies to all shippers.)

An unsavory fraction are past the point of no return in their delusion, and either of them getting married to other people and/or having children won’t stop them from shipping them together. (This also applies to all shippers.)

#TAJ asks #curious anon #not jikook

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hey what are your thots on people who write/draw explicit material of characters like the puffs, ruffs, princess, etc. with them being explicitly aged up. I've seen a lot of arguments about it being bad or gross still and I'm a bit on the fence. on one hand if there's development to reach that point and the characters clearly are adults I don't have much of a problem with it. but making porn of them just for the sake of it feels weird. like if a long fic has smut or somebody draws smut of a story then whatever have fun. does that make any sense? im not sure if this is an inherently gross thing or im just sensitive. not looking for a "oh you don't have to like it" statement cuz I know that, looking for some perspectives outside of my own especially people who do write/draw nsfw of these characters.

i know fandom spaces have been a lot more hostile and unpredictable with shipping since all the pro/anti shipping garbage started like 6-7 years ago but I don't know what the actual perspective is from people who aren't ass deep in annoying shipping discourse that has no nuance to it

I spent forever trying to come up with a good answer to this ask. I don't write sexual nsfw stuff, so I don't have a different perspective to give you. Tbh, I don't even like reading smut. I prefer plot-focused stories.

But to cut to the chase and just answer your question, I literally don't care. If someone's making aged-up porn because they want to make aged-up porn, that's their business. It has absolutely no effect on me because I have a life outside of the internet lol. I don't think porn for the sake of porn is inherently gross. And I do think it's sensitive to think otherwise.

The characters in these fics aren't real. They don't feel anything, they have no rights or agency. They are figments of our collective imagination. If someone wants those figments to grow up and develop past six years old, then who are you to stop them? Are your (and to be clear, I'm using 'your' in the general sense lol) thoughts and opinions so important you're entitled to suppress another person's freedom of expression?

Seriously, who are these stories hurting? Bubbles doesn't exist. Bubbles isn't a person. Bubbles is an "it." A thing made for entertainment. People personify her. She takes life because we gift her that, and in return, we are able to resonate with her. People like to see themselves in characters. They want their favorite characters to grow up with them. And if shit gets horny, who am I to judge? Sex is a completely normal human action. A lot of people have sex and consider themselves sexual creatures, so of course the characters they enjoy are going to be used to reflect their positive relationship with sex. To think that fictional sex with fictional characters who are written at an appropriate fictional age for sex IRL is inherently gross is crazy to me.

Yeah, I don't want people writing children having sex. That's a different conversation entirely, but I'm not dumb enough to think it's unrealistic for teenagers and young adults to be fooling around irl. Fiction is going to reflect real-life experiences, and real life has sex in it.

But hold up wait, does this mean I think a piece of fiction doesn't reflect the morals and ethics of the author? No. Aren't I aware that there are pedophiles out there? Yeah, duh.

But my passing judgment on an author depends on the context of the writing. For example, I think the premise of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is gross, but I don't think Nabokov is a pedophile because I have basic reading comprehension. Sometimes, pieces of fiction are purposefully written to make you uncomfortable. Sometimes there are disgusting people out there who write deplorable shit.

In the ppg fandom, more often than not, the aged-up smut is obviously written by a teenager exploring their sexuality. It all utterly sucks, and tbh can't seriously be considered smut. But again, I could absolutely care less about those stories. In fact, I'd rather kids explore sex via a healthy outlet than the alternatives, and if that means they have to write bad smut, then so be it.

It's the fucking pedophiles I take issue with. Pedophiles are the reason why people argue children's shows are for children, not for adults, but those arguments have been so saturated by the pro/anti discourse that people are now more worried about explicitly aged-up characters having sex than some of the absolutely evil shit you see on ao3, and it boils my blood, but I'll stop bitching.

#anon asks #you ever see a anon ask #and think damn this is blood in the water #because i can see ppl reacting poorly to this one #i want to make it absolutely clear that i do not subscribe to any pro/anti doctrine #i think its all dumb #and that's that on that

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If I can explore more into ema's if she was really a yandere so let's take a look on her

Yandere type other than the basics I explained I can see her as a yandere that simply doesn't want to hurt her darling

She's a lonely yandere so I can expect her to be possessive

But knowing her darling's past I see she would cut it down and to be honest she would learn to hate herself last but for these feelings she still loves her darling with all her heart but she pushes away all those twisted and wrong tendencies

She doesn't see the point in hurting others that haven't heard her darling but she would act as normal as possible she has a poker face for that after all

Now with the manipulation I think if she knew about her Darlings yandere Tendencies I think she would help it but she would never manipulate her darling

I see her manipulative Tendencies coming out with the

sakamaki brothers

She would use her manipulative Tendencies towards them like one of my other OC's she's very good at putting up an act and manipulating

In order to kill them so I think that would be the only time she would ever manipulate someone

Although she wouldn't stop her darling from running away because

She wouldn't want to be the reason her Darlings mental health is declining

So she would never force her darling into anything

And

She knows how it feels to be put in an uncomfortable situation

I mean give her disgusting Step Brother's a look back

She is a independent person but I think one of the things that's keeping her sanity and Humanity together is her darling

Because like yui she would see her as her light and Salvation

And when it comes down to her dark thoughts I think she would invest it on to notebooks

and

She wouldn't harm anyone

But safe to say she would go through a lot of notebooks

She would try her best to be as normal as she can in a relationship

And try her best to repair her own mental health and her Darlings Mental Health and she would be willing to go to therapy

But given that she's very lonely growing up her possessiveness is a normal quality

She's not extremely clingy she also wants her own personal space

But I can honestly see her helping yui with her own yandere tendencies

It would be a little toxic but very healthy at the same time

But given her specific yandere type I think she would honestly have a somewhat normal in a relationship with her darling

But hey that's my own personal taken to it

But I would like to know your own thoughts on her yandere type

mm.. difficult.

but I'm more the type of yandere you said, although I honestly don't see her as an aggressive yandere (the type that hurts people who might hurt her Darling), more like someone who has learned to use manipulation to get her way. and looking like the "good" one or the victim of the situation, is normal for people with absent or strict parents, they get used to lying.

And also, very Clingy, with no parents who give her love, make sense that she wants to be close her darling ALL.THE.TIME. it's a little suffocating, but i can see her stop it a little if her Darling ask for.

In a nustrell: Loving, Manipulative, Clingy.

But I really don't have much else to say that you haven't already said. You have a great brain! I love it!❤️❤️❤️❤️

#headcanons #yui komori #yui x ema #soft yandere

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pxxppet · 1 year

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Making Happy (Part 2)

Teeth AU Chapter 3

Jameson get some psychiatric help, but it leaves him with lots to process.

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The psychiatrist barely looks him in the eye the entire appointment, and Jameson finds himself wishing desperately she had let Henrik in. He has to write in a little notebook rather than sign.

"Do you hear or see things that others do not?" Her voice is so clinical. She clicks a pen repeatedly, eyeing the clock. Jameson points to 'rarely' on the page before him. It has happened occasionally, when he does see anything at all that is. Why did she ask a blind man this, again?

"Do you not trust what you think is real?"

His hand hesitates the movement. That seems to be true every single day this past while. 'Often.'

"Do you sense that others might be controlling you? Your thoughts or actions, such as."

Jameson shifts on the uncomfortable grey chair. Someone was for a long time. How would he not? 'Very often.'

"Do you struggle to keep up with daily living, such as showers or cleaning?"

'Often.'

"Do you feel like you have powers that other people can't understand?"

Yes, always, ever since he was born. 'Never.'

"Do you have trouble organizing or keeping track of your thinking?"

'Often.'

"Are you struggling with maintaining your social relationships?"

Constantly. 'Rarely.'

"Do you feel like you're being followed or tracked?"

Static, static, louder the farther from the house he moves. 'Often.'

"Do people have trouble guessing the emotion on your face?"

Jameson's face has been dead aside from forced-looking smiles the entire day. 'Often.'

She regards him at last, looking him over. "Your hands are stiff, your face is emotionless, and you seem to have some odd thinking. I'll start you on paliperidone, a newer medication, and I'll prescribe benzodiazepine limitedly for those freezing up episodes you mentioned. I'll need to observe you in a few other appointments, and get a lab work-up before I'll officially diagnose you and prescribe refills."

And with that it's over; he's standing outside the quickly closed door. Must be lunch time. Henrik comes running from the waiting area, but is halted by the front desk worker. She, at least, seems to pity them, because she sighs and concedes to let him by once she glances back and sees how wobbly on his legs Jameson is. Henrik rushes up to him and offers him his arm. Jameson gratefully accepts.

"How are you feeling?" Henrik mumbles.

"Tired" JJ responds honestly. He brushes across the long hair laying across the back of his neck. "Need to go home."

Henrik smirks. "You'll be as long as Marvin soon if you don't let someone cut your hair." He guides Jameson along to their car on his arm, helping him buckle in, then getting into the driver's seat.

As they drive, JJ keeps his cheek pressed to the cool window. Summer will be over soon and the days are growing colder. He watches the pinpoint spot of colours rush by in the black. Anti used to cut his hair. A razor to the sides and scissors to the top, always matching their hair in a trendy long-on-top-short-on-sides style. Their outfits always looked at least similar, aside from the days he would play dress-up and put him in vests and ties like the day he was born. Jameson closes his eyes, sighing out against the glass. He's overgrown and dressed in the clothes of Anti's enemies. He feels like there's a hairball in his throat, the quiet static coming closer as their home becomes visible in the distance.

Marvin is on the couch as Henrik leads JJ through the door. Henrik starts and glances at them, waiting for yelling or disgust on their face. Instead Marvin just gives them a welcoming nod, and immediately focuses intensely on the T.V. Henrik blinks, but then JJ is tapping him to question why they've stopped. He whispers a 'sorry', then leads him to his bedroom.

Henrik walks back into the room and balks at his sibling. "Going to tell me some earth-shattering secret as to why you are not mad at him still?"

Marvin snorts. "Fuck off, doc, it's nothing like that. I just… sort of realised how much of an ass I was being after even Chase scolded me. It's my own fucking issues, I shouldn't put the shit about Jack on the kid's shoulders, is all."

"Wow, my big sibling, actually admitting to their faults. Did I travel to another universe this past week?"

Marvin shoots him a scandalized look and Henrik laughs aloud. He trods to the sofa and plops beside them, snuggling into their shoulder. Marvin hugs him back, and Henrik knocks their heads together softly. "Welcome back to yourself, my friend."

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Jameson sits among the gold. He's crying, he has been for the past 30 minutes. He brought a beaded bracelet he made with Chase and one of the muffins Henrik brought him yesterday to the grave with him, gifts for his brother. Before the crying began he had wound the bracelet around the stick below the carving. There, now it actually sticks out in his fumbling darkness. He set the muffin by the stick, like an offering to the distant gods.

He brushes his fingers over the carved name over and over as he cries, letting the name fill his head. Anti, Anti, Anti. Brother, master, captor; all of these things at once. He wonders how Anti saw him. Was he a brother? A possession? Does it even matter now that it's over, a long long time ago? Chilled wind slides across his wet cheeks as he cups his hands over his trembling mouth, rocking in the dirt and flowers. He loves him. Jameson doesn't think he'll ever stop loving him. But Anti hurt him badly. The psychiatrist's blunt words roll in his mind over and over. The questions and how broken they made him feel. It's all his brother's fault - his captor's fault. The damage is forever.

Jameson brushes tear-soaked hair out of his face. If he cuts it, he is terrified of looking like Anti's brother again. But don't Jackie and Henrik have similar hair? Wouldn't he look like them, too? Doesn't he just look like Jack, at the end of it? When did this face become so painful? He used to love that Anti dressed like him and cut his hair. He used to love the small similarities that reassured him Anti loves him. He stares through the black at the colourful beads, and finds himself wondering if Anti can see him, wherever he is. If Anti is laughing at how goofy and childish the beads look on a grave. A small laugh bubbles out through his tears. Anti, Anti, Anti, chants his mind. My stupid big brother.

He cries until the sun begins to set, eventually slumping to the ground half asleep, watching the world darken til his vision is useless.

Jackie walks out around 8 p.m. and finds him dozing off. His heart aches, and with guilty hands he lifts JJ to his chest, carrying him back to the house. Jackie puts him into his bed, but cannot bring himself to leave the room. He ends up curled across the foot of the bed as Jameson sleeps.

Jameson wakes while it's still dark, and finds Jackie in the same place. He could see that bright maroon hoodie in any darkness he faced, he thinks. He rolls the quilt and sheets down, tucking them across Jackie's back. With a smile he can't quite place, he gets up to shower and make tea, leaving the hero to get some well-deserved rest.

#teeth au #jacksepticeye #jameson jackson #jacksepticeye fanfic #jse au #jacksepticeye au #writersofjack #writers of jack #henrik von schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye

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CIRCUS BOY

ACT 1 - Chapter Two

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Dick Grayson

WORD COUNT: ~4k

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: chapter 1

ㅤㅤㅤHE COULD PRACTICALLY feel his heart stop. It was like a blackhole, the quiet that followed as Dick's mouth fell open in an attempt to take back the heinous mistake that just slipped from it.

"Wait! No, I mean- that's not..." Dick tried helplessly to correct himself, arms falling to his side miserably as he trailed off. The stranger's face twisted uncomfortably, mouth swinging shut with a clack of his teeth. "I didn't mean to say that."

"Does that mean I don't have to answer?" The other boy questioned, and he sounded just as scared and off-put as Dick felt. He shifted slightly in his seat.

"Not unless the answer's 'I want to'," the Grayson boy grinned before he could stop himself and oh boy. What was wrong with him? He quickly stumbled over himself to back-track as his ears picked up on what he'd just said. "Okay no, that was- I'm so sorry, I promise I'm not a creep I just..."

Brown eyes pooled with confusion as they watched him suffer and Dick had to glance away, feeling oddly spited. Was this what embarrassment felt like? He couldn't see his own face, but if it reflected any of the disgust written on the other boy's Dick just knew it wasn't a good look on him.

"Look," he tried to awkwardly adjust, "it's a long story and this guy – not my dad, I mean he's like my dad but not? Anyway, we're not related – we were... there was this button and – oh god, can I blame this on jet lag please?"

"Jet lag?"

Dick miserably sucked in a breath of air, scratching at his temple. "I flew in from Gotham like three hours ago."

"You're from Gotham," the stranger reiterated, staring at him blankly. Their posture straightened, the knowledge that Dick was a Gothamite even more of a reason to get ready to run. "And you want to have an orgy... with me?"

"What! I just told you I didn't -"

"Not with me, then?" the other teen breathed out, relieved, and Dick watched the terse muscles in his shoulders relax some beneath his nerdy t-shirt. Dick felt the scowl creeping onto his face before he could prevent it, folding his arms across his chest. "With Liz?"

"That's all you got from that whole thing?" He asked, perturbed and only slightly confused. "That I'm some weirdo-freak from Gotham desperate for a quickie with a bunch of strangers?"

The boy stared at him with wide, owlish eyes. "Are you?"

"No!" Dick snapped, dropping his arms to his side as he resisted the urge to throttle the kid.

"Oh," they replied, and Dick was beginning to get some serious dejavu. If the conversation - could it even be called that? - was going to keep going in these circles of confused shame, he didn't think he wanted to stay much longer.

"Right," he parroted the other boy's previous words. "Oh."

Silence over came them for a moment, broken only by the clattering of ceramics that could be heard, dimmed by the swinging doors to the café's kitchen. The other boy - the dude who wasn't a model but totally could be - had fallen to quietly fiddling with the yellow blazer thrown over the arm of the couch beside him. It clashed horribly with the red leather but Dick didn't feel incredibly inclined to point that out, considering how badly every other attempt to open his mouth had gone with this guy around.

In fact, past forgetting the route to wherever the hell Teen Vogue had set up their makeshift studio, Dick didn't even know why he was still stood there. Other people were around, he could probably go back down and ask the receptionist again. It was highly probable that one of the staff on this level would know where he was supposed to go. Dick could just leave, forget all about this encounter and bow his head with shame when Alfred asked why #DickGraysonTheSexAddict was trending.

Except, he couldn't leave. He was planted to the spot, and not in a fun way. His traitorous body had chosen this moment to give up on itself, apparently.

"What's your name?" Dick queried suddenly, attempting to channel focus back on the other boy. He wasn't particularly interested, but it was easier to make him do all the talking rather than have Dick make even more treacherous mistakes.

"Peter..." The tiniest of voice cracks was audible, and Dick furrowed his brow.

"Don't look so scared, dude. I'm from Gotham but we're not all homicidal maniacs," he said, and Peter turned towards him finally. "I'm not going to track you down or whatever you're afraid of."

"I never said you would!" Peter shot back defensively. He shrunk back into the plush leather with a carefully calculated look in his eyes. "But you did just throw yourself at me and one of my classmates, so forgive me for being cautious!"

"Idid not throw myself at you!"

"You asked if I was a model and invited me to your orgy!"

"There is no orgy!" Dick clasped his mouth shut, lips pressed tightly together as he looked away in frustration. He let out a long, irritated sigh through his nose. "I thought you were a model because I'm a model. Sorta."

"Wait, what? You're a- how can you sorta be a model?" Peter asked, exasperated, and Dick was just about done with the teen. "And why'd you think I was one?"

Dick quirked an eyebrow. "Are you fishing for compliments or something? Because you don't have to, I've already said you're pretty -"

Peter's eyes widened and he pointed to Dick, confounded: "See? You just did it again!"

"Did what? I am - How am I the confused one here?" Dick whined. This interaction had been cursed from the start.

"You're trying to... I don't know, use you're weird supermodel wiles to seduce me!"

Dick scoffed, taking a step back to appraise the other teen. "Don't give yourself too much credit," he sniffed, honeyed gaze travelling over what looked to be incredibly soft hair and a lovely jaw. "... is it working?"

Peter reeled backwards, knees coming up to tuck beneath him as his eyebrows shot into his hairline: "Wha- n-no!"

"Well then. It's not worth the effort, is it? You've got nothing to be scared of," Dick announced boldly, tilting his chin upwards to give him some semblance of dignity. "Trust me. And, just so you know, if I ever do have an orgy you definitely won't get an invite."

The other boy looked caught between embarrassed and hurt. Dick didn't know what to make of it. This was a very peculiar experience. It wasn't often he was caught on the back foot like this, off his guard and at a loss of something worth-while to say. When had Dick last messed up a first impression so badly? He couldn't recall a particular moment...

It was strangely disconcerting.

Peter no-surname was staring up towards the Grayson boy like he'd grown an extra head. He seemed so inconvenienced by Dick's just being there that if looks could kill, the boy was surely out for murder. It wasn't the most uplifting thought.

If the universe were kinder, perhaps it would've given him an out, then and there. The swing of an opening door to signal where he was supposed to go, or one of the other teen's classmates stepping from the elevator to come and get him. Which, Dick supposed, was another question altogether. What the hell was he doing on the second floor of this building when the rest of his 'field-trip' were gathered downstairs?

Kinda sketchy, if you asked Dick. Which... no one did. Because the universe wasn't kind, and it left little Dick Grayson standing awkwardly alone; like a child in his parent's doorway to tell them he'd wet the bed. And the scathing looks being sent his way every so often - scattered but still effective - only added to the effect.

"Why're you still here?" Peter asked eventually, sighing as though bored of the little game they were playing of 'who's going to break first'. Dick won, obviously. "Don't you have some GQ cover to be on or something?"

The corners of Dick's mouth quirked up despite himself: "Vogue, actually. I only spoke to you because I thought you could help. Which, y'know, evidently..." He made a small sweeping gesture towards himself. "Still lost."

"Yeah, uh, I can see that," Peter cleared his throat, eyes flicking away. "I don't actually know this building so..."

"I never would've guessed," Dick hummed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He leaned towards Peter devilishly, voice lowering to a sneer. "Mister Field-trip himself, full of nothing but facts."

The other boy sniffed, almost a laugh. "I'm actually very smart."

"I'm sure you are."

"I've won awards in science."

"I'm sure you have."

"I have an internship with Tony Stark."

"I'm sure you do."

And that, apparently, was the straw that broke the camel's back for Peter the not-model. After all of the teasing and it was the snipe about Ironman that made the other teen finally snap... Not that Dick could blame him. Frankly, he was amazed the boy was still speaking to him after his mortifying first impression. If someone had approached Dick the way he'd approached Peter, he would've called the police.

"Look, Can you just go and find someone already?" Peter said eventually and dramatically, a wistful sigh escaping him. Dick watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "I came here to be alone, not to hang out with strange sex addicts from Gotham."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Am I harshing your mellow?" Dick snickered, striding forward to loop around the back of the couch Peter was sitting on. The other teen stiffened. "Cutting into your moment of self reflection?"

Peter grimaced like he'd been caught, eyes trained on the pocket of his yellow blazer. "Something like that, yeah."

Dick held his tongue between his teeth, warm eyes taking in the look on the boy's face. He knew when to quit. Working with Bruce taught him to read even the smallest of mannerisms, spot the slightest change in facial expressions. It had been fun, their little back and forth. But all signs pointed to Peter being tired of his presence.

So, Dick gave in with a sigh. "Alright. Well, I hope- alright."

"Seriously?" Peter said, almost unhappily. Dick paused, feet stuck in reverse. "Just like that?"

"That's all it takes," Dick acknowledged with a small smile. Peter frowned, and Dick followed suit. "What, do you want me to stay? I do have places to be you know. I'm a busy guy, my time's highly sought after."

"No," Peter replied quickly with just a little too much heat in is voice. "I just wish I'd known how to get rid of you sooner."

Dick's eyes softened. "Gee, thanks. Nice to meet you too, Peter."

"No I- I didn't mean it like that!" Dick grinned towards him. This conversation really was just going around in a circle, wasn't it? "I only meant..."

"I get it," Dick replied. "Don't stress. I'll catch you later, Mister Field-trip."

"Right... bye."

Dick could feel Peter's eyes on him as he headed down one of the connected corridors on a dime. They were a heavy weight on his back, and as soon as he was out of sight Dick let out a shaky breath. What the hell was that about? One of the strangest good-byes he'd ever had the pleasure of... well, you get the picture. There was something odd about that Peter. And it wasn't just that he somehow wasn't a model.

The Grayson tiptoed his way through a set of solid oak double-doors, scouring the level for any sign of a makeup artist or stray lighting designer. So what if he had to pause and fully understand the embarrassing situation he'd just put himself through? To go back over the weird conversation shared? He'd find the studio eventually.

He was Richard Grayson. Vogue would wait.

WHEN HE'D ACCEPTED the offer, they'd said it was only a shoot for Teen Vogue. No one had mentioned that Vanity Fair would be turning up too, or that Times magazine would join the party with a fresh-faced reporter. They'd been trying for weeks now to get a quote on his predictions for their 'person of the year' issue releasing later that month like he was some sort of celebrity-picking groundhog. Bruce was winning, simple as that - they didn't need Dick to tell them that.

Now, Dick enjoyed being in the public's eye but... maybe - and he'd never admit this to the man himself - he was starting to understand why Bruce didn't. It could be grating. He usually loved photoshoots: Key word being usually. This one, though, was turning out to be quite the drag.

He liked to watch the people around him work, liked to appreciate the different skills each person had. It was almost like observing a colony of ants: Everyone had a place, a job, a thing only they could do. It was a well-oiled machine and it worked well. Dick had always been taught to sit and survey people - that you can find out all there is to know about someone by the way they bite their fingernails or tie their shoelaces. 'Personality is in the details' Bruce would say, and Dick would agree. Except at that very moment he was struggling to stick to his teachings.

He just really wasn't feeling this one.

It was- It was going alright. Working with a big-shot company like Vogue was always just alright. Mechanical and robotic, no one being too warm or too open, unwilling to risk their jobs by saying the wrong thing to the wrong client. But it was bad luck on his part that Dick was feeling like shit.

After the mess with Peter - which now, looking back, the awkwardness felt like a blessing compared to this - and after hours spent in front of the blank white photography screen, Dick was beginning to ache. Staring into the crystal lens of the camera, grinning his spell-binding rich-boy smile, he felt like he was drowning.

Which meant the pain meds Bruce had him take on the plane ride over were wearing off. And that meant he was beginning to feel every little tear in his muscles, every twinge that was slowly but surely seeping through into his bones.

He was thankful the wardrobe he was given held nothing too open-collared. He could only imagine the chaos that would unfold if the gaggle of stylists caught sight of the blossoming purple and black blooming over his clavicles like a morbid pair of backward wings. Already he'd had to deal with the makeup artists fretting over the small gauge on his eyebrow - easily hidden, but he'd seen the concerned glances they'd exchanged secretively. It wouldn't do to give them even more to gossip about.

Dick was struggling to keep his smile plastered on, teeth clicking together neatly as he tried to avoid a grimace every time the photographer attempted to move him like a pawn on the chess board. The guy was handsy, forceful and Dick really did not enjoy being manhandled.

"If you could just- tilt your head, yes just like that Mister Grayson. Just like that, now don't move..."

The shutter of the camera came down and bombarded him with a light so bright he could only compare it to a stun grenade. Dick tried not to flinch as the photographer moved away and others filed in to take his place, like a stream of rushing water. A woman came forward to attack his face with all her soft brushes, dusting more highlight onto his cheekbones and curling a lock of brown hair around her finger. It bounced in a curl over his forehead as she retreated, swept away from the white background, and he was passed into the ready hands of another.

"How'd that one come out?" Dick murmured as he was ushered off the photography screen for a wardrobe change. The photographer - he had introduced himself, but all Dick could remember of the interaction was how sweaty the man's palms were - smiled widely, tilting the monitor of a MacBook towards him as his camera crashed gently against his chest. Dick nodded, eyes grazing over the image carelessly as he was dragged by the cuff towards a rack of clothes. "Very good, thank you."

He began to shrug the light jacket from his shoulders, wincing as the muscles rolled beneath his skin. Another man rushed over to take it from him, hooking it on a separate rack as he nimbly filed through the assorted hangings for the next outfit. He worked quickly, pushing a crisp blue Paul Stuart polo into Dick's hands.

"One more change, Mister Grayson, and we're all done here," he said cheerily, deciding intently between two pairs of leather oxfords to match. He frowned as Dick toed off the loafers he was wearing. "Careful with those. They're Alexander McQueen."

"Just one?" he said tiredly, fiddling with bejeweled cufflinks. He met the man's eyes, smiling lazily. "Could we not cut it short? The opening of Bruce's new tower is today and I want to surprise him."

The man looked down, storing away the discarded dress shoes with a shake of his head. "That's... noble, Mister Grayson, but I'm afraid it's not my decision."

"Call me Richard," Dick said with a wink, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. He cast a glance across the room, towards the photographer and his technical team. "Who would I have to sweet talk to get out of this mess?"

"I couldn't say. My work is with the clothes, not the people."

"Of course. Perhaps the photographer, then," Dick muttered. He cast a glance towards the man. "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry?"

"About the photographer?"

"Oh I think he's very good," the stylist replied sincerely. Dick sighed heavily, tugging the new shirt over his head with his body angled towards the railings. It cast a shadow over him, darkening the rest of his skin so the bruising couldn't be discerned. Not unless someone looked a little too closely... Then the bruises would be the least of his problems.

Dick stared over the man's shoulder as he began to sift through piles of seemingly identical tailored trousers, all beige and expensive and so not what he wanted to be wearing. It was high noon, well past midday, and the sun was pushing itself to the limit. It was bordering on 90 degrees outside and here he was; sweating his beautiful ass off because the members of team Vogue couldn't be bothered to spare the expense of LEDs for the lighting on the shoot. Didn't they know lightbulbs got hot?

Dick missed Gotham in all its miserable, rainy glory. It would probably be storming there right now. A cyclone was due to hit the channel between the morbid city and Metropolis just before they'd left. He and the big guy had given the city as good a send off as was possible for two vigilantes running havoc; they'd put the Penguin down yet again (Dick had personally kicked the crazy man back into Arkham). But Bruce hated leaving the city behind, even for a couple days, and so did Dick. It was his home, after all. Gotham needed them as much as they needed her.

He let out another sigh, throwing his head back as the man popped back into his vision with the pants and shoes in hand. Dick clutched the material between his fingers and suffered through a smile as the rest of his wardrobe was handed to him. Just one more. Unless...

"Thank you," he said. The stylist simply smiled and turned away with obvious disinterest now he'd been seen to. Dick chanced a glance towards the doorway. It was practically staring at him, so painfully close. If he could just-

"Mister Grayson, where are you going?" the photographer called, camera poised and ready, and Dick paused awkwardly mid-stride. He lowered his foot to the ground, bare feet toeing at the cold floor. The man was watching him carefully. "We should be finished by the end of the hour."

"Right. That's great. I was just... I need the bathroom, y'know?" Dick smiled deceptively, all teeth and dimpled cheeks. He thought he heard the stylist tut somewhere behind him. "It won't take long but, uh, you know us Waynes! Weak bladders - it runs in the family."

"You're adopted, Mister Grayson -"

"I'd thank you to not bring up my emotional trauma. You know, all this stress is really not helping with down there," Dick replied easily, feigning an attractive frown as he jutted a thumb downwards.

The photographer blanched, face paling. The idea of pissing off Bruce Wayne's ward didn't sit well with anyone - not if they wanted to keep their job. "Of course, I'm so sorry... I- I'm sure a quick break wouldn't hurt. Would you like someone to esco-"

"I'll be fine, thank you," Dick shot back, and he took the man's returning silence as permission to leave. He nodded politely as he slipped from the room, breaking into a quick trot with his change of clothes clutched tightly to his chest.

Of course, he had no interest in returning... but they didn't need to know that. Teen Vogue had enough pictures of him in their back catalogue at this point to last the next five years. They could share with GQ if they really were desperate. Besides, they had photoshop. They'd have to make do.

Dodging any prying eyes that may have attempted to follow, Dick ducked into the women's restroom on the second floor to dump the expensive outfit. Someone was sure to get a nice surprise when they opened the stall to shit and found ten-thousand dollars worth of fine clothes. He'd forgone the thinking-ahead stage of the plan, acting on instinct and against everything Bruce had ever taught him. As such, Dick's bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as he crept back towards - or at least, he hoped it was back towards - the elevator. His phone was clutched in a fist, ready to contact one of the predisposed drivers Bruce had assigned to him: A simple text of 'finished early' would be more than enough reason for them to come speeding down the Washington streets for him.

Dick felt only a twinge of dismay when he arrived back at the café. It really wasn't as hard to find as he'd made it out to be the first time and, this time, there was no Peter to tide his mind as he waited for the numbers on the elevator to count down. Something in his gut curled a little, like irritation but... not. It's not like he was mad or anything. He wasn't astonished at the revelation that Peter not-model-no-surname was gone - it had been a couple hours, it would have been strange if the school group hadn't moved along.

Still, some of the elation coursing through his veins at his escape from the torturous photoshoot died a little as he waited silently.

[...] to be continued

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I'm being anonymous here hope you don't mind . But I want to vent . Hope it's okay for you ?? Soo for past years I'm avoiding being less sentimental about the way my parents body shame me . But for the last couple of months it's like I'm on edge . I can't anymore .... The moment they start this topic my head instantly start to hurt and I get a lump in my throat then I went back to my room and cry in front of mirror. Silently so they can't hear me . I just stare at my reflection like a statue . Numb . All red and teary eyes. I'm always not like this . I love to pamper myself . Do skincare and put on my fav makeup and style my hairs however I like . I feel good GOOD !! And also I stare in front of a mirror and pose , with just my undergarments and it makes me feel sexy and gorgeous . Then I blast my fav Playlist and dance like there's no tomorrow. I feel alive and lovely . But God knows why it triggers me so much when my parents body shame me that too infront of others and then I fall into this loophole of self hatred . I DON'T WANT TO. I DON'T WANT TO FEEL DEPRESSED AND SAD . But alas it's just happens . The weird thing is that they themselves don't realize they are hurting me . If I tried talking them they thought I'm seeking their attention and it's literally my job to be slim and trim . Also why they bring my favs food item and feed me then next day bodyshame me . It'd weird . It almost feels like a cycle. And I don't fucking wanna repeat it .

So so sorry if it feels uncomfortable or drains your energy while reading this because rn my energy is low and my head hurts so much . Have a nice day ahead .....

Hello!

First of all, no vents can ever disturb my energy. So be assured you are causing no trouble whatsoever for me.

Now!

Parents do have this disgusting habit of ruining their children - through body shaming, inflicting guilt, emotional blackmail and many more. And I know what I'm talking about. Been there done that. My mom was a fantastic person. I learned so much from her and I admired her. But she had no idea how much pain she put me through. And I never told her.

Your parents don't realize how hurtful their words and actions can be for a child, a person who is still sort of figuring their own identity out, seeking some comfort in their own skin. And unless you undergo some family therapy, they will probably never know. Because you have to pass exams and test ride to get a stupid driving license but any idiot can give birth to a child. No offense. But I would seriously make people who actually want to raise a kid study for it.

Anyway! There's no easy solution. Sorry if you are not seeking for one but my core nature is a problem fixer.

You could sit down and talk to your parents as rationally as possible. Parents often think you are seeking attention when you get emotional talking to them but when you stay logical and calm, it usually has a better efect. Just like you told me. Sit with them, ask them why they buy the food they know you can't resist, why can't they just stop buying it. Try to stick to the facts.

Obviously, this is a sensitive topic so maybe for various reasons you can't do the above. Sometimes it helps to remind yourself that since the day your mother brought you to this world, your parents' influence on you is gradually decreasing and one day in future you will wake up completely independent on them. Their opinions won't matter. This painful chapter of your life will come to it's end one day and new, more free and beautiful chapter when you will be able to be yourself without feeling any kind of pressure or guilt will begin.

And I can guarantee that. It took a very long time but at one point, my mom's opinions on my body or fashion or likes and dislikes, stopped to matter for me. At one point I realized that my life and my body are mine and mine only and she has no right to tell what to do with them. She can make suggestions, sure (and some were pretty nasty), but I'm not obliged to obey.

Don't let your parents being miserable at their parenting job ruin your life. You are better than that. Stronger than that. More beautiful than that. Whenever you start feeling bad about what they say, just remind yourself that their opinions are their opinions but they don't have to matter for you. They don't you inside out. They never did. You know who you are, who you want to be. They only see a little fraction of your whole beautiful self and they can't even appreciate it. Why should you care and hurt over words somebody like that says?

Parents are often connected to us through blood but that's so little! They often don't know us, the true us. They are basically like strangers. And would you care what some weird stranger say about you? You wouldn't, of course because strangers have no real impact on your life.

I'm not sure if I'm making real sense here but hopefully you can find bits and pieces of useful information in this. 😊

So yeah! I don't mind vents. I'm like a teflon pan - other people's emotions slide off of me and I can stay impartial and rational about their issues. And don't feel stressed by their problems. 😊

I hope you can feel better soon. And even a bit better tomorrow and the day after that. Remember that this period of your life is not forever. You will feel good in your body. And people will love you for who you are. Our bodies grow old and decay eventually. It's our personality that leaves a print in other people's memory and heart. 😊

So! Aspire to be a good person and comfortable yourself, not to make your parents happy. Especially when they clearly are not so good themselves. And you will never make them happy, by the way. No matter how hard you try, they will always find something to shame. It's a waste of time. Invest your energy into making yourself happy. The results there are guaranteed. 😁

Okay! I think this is long enough.

Feel free to talk to me anytime.

Kleo 🦄

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