#neither could they - so if they were going to say “fuck” or become violent

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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

#writeblr #i was doing a lot with high school students. over and over again #other teachers kept asking me what i was doing differently - why the kids listened to me. i am not particularly foreboding #and i have a pretty firm personal policy of never reacting in anger #godhelpme. #i was always kind of taken aback #because in general the kids were pretty easy. i explained i needed to keep everything “PG-13” because this was my workplace #and it was kind of their workplace #too. besides #i love swearing #and since i couldn't swear #neither could they - so if they were going to say “fuck” or become violent #they needed to choose a really specific time #because we only get “the one”.. sure enough - nobody wanted to waste the one very specific “fuck” utterance. kids listened. #i think just because - that rule makes sense. the kids understand that i don't want to be unfair to them #that censorship is stupid #but that i'm under these rules too so like let's ride it out together #also i look young and tbh between me and u nobody wants to make the nice english teacher cry #the way these kids defended me to their friends was really genuinely so heartwarming bc the Grouchy Frat Boy #would be like MISS RAQUEL DOESN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF AN ATTITUDE BRO DON'T TALK BACK TO HER

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➠ office_crush!Han x reader

➠ wc: 3.7k

➠ summary: your workplace becomes target to an unfortunate hostage situation. fortunately the assaliants don't seem violent, however unfortunately, you get shoved into a trunk with your office crush.

➠ warnings: smut, fingering, overstimulation, piv, mentions of a hostage situation, bondage

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➠ a/n: had this for a while haha

“mmmff!!” 

you tried to at least sound assertive, but it was a bit hard with duct tape sealing your lips shut. however, that didn’t stop you from spewing muffled curses at the man who was currently dragging you to his car. you couldn’t do much but flail your zip-tie bound hands and growl unknown obscenities through your closed mouth, but somehow it seemed to have kept your assailant nervous. or maybe he was just like that from the start. 

“i-i’m sorry ma’am,” the masked person stuttered quietly. 

poor kid, you thought. he couldn’t have been older than 19 and it didn’t seem like he wanted to even be here, “w-watch your head…” the kid’s hand gently pushed your head down to try and shove you into the trunk of a small black sedan, but you resisted, easily shoving out of his grasp. you gave the assailant an incredulous look and his shoulders visibly slumped. suddenly, the kid’s eyes widened from under his mask and before you could even tilt your head in question, you felt large hands snatch your body, nearly folding you in half to shove into the trunk. you didn’t have any time to even react before another body was forced into the trunk with you. 

“you can’t do one simple thing, idiot?” you heard a new voice from outside the trunk. you couldn’t see who it was who threw you into the car, but you did hear a loud slap from where the two criminals stood, “get in the damn car and meet me at the location. and you better not fuck up again, hear me?”

the trunk was cramped, various tools and suspiciously full duffel bags crammed into your back and not to mention the body of another unfortunate hostage that was just shoved in blocking your view of your kidnappers. you writhed a bit, trying to shimmy over the person, but to no avail when the hood of the trunk was slammed shut leaving you in pitch darkness. 

you rolled your eyes and slumped back. there was a small sliver of light that peeked through the thin opening of the trunk, but the dim light was enough to finally realize who you were taken with. han jisung. to be trapped with anyone and it just so happened to be your work crush. the two of you had a little back and forth thing going on, one of you saying something mildly flirty and the other might respond with the same energy, but neither of you doubled down. it always ended how it started except for the fact that you both left with bright red blushes burning onto your cheeks. pretty juvenile for a pair of grown adults, many would say, but he was the reason you’d be excited to actually go to work. hell, today you even “unintentionally” brought that candy he had mentioned once, but it also just had to happen that your workplace becomes the target of a now hostage situation.

you glanced over at him and he was already looking at you. neither of you had much fear or anxiety written on your faces, despite the situation, but there weren’t any signs of a weapon on the robbers and they didn’t seem the type to kill anyone. you were just hostages. clearly, it was quiet between the two of you with the duct tape over your lips, but the sound of the engine starting had immediately alerted the two of you. you let out a loud sigh through the tape as you felt the car start to move. 

the both of you endured the drive. it seemed to be a getaway chase by the way the car was recklessly steering, throwing your bodies around with every bump and turn. one bump and you flipped onto your other side. another turn and you heard a loud thump followed by a groan, Han must have hit his head. a third and fourth and the two of you are flying every which way inside the crowded trunk space. the fifth time came around and you felt the car halt to a harsh stop. the momentum sent your body flying forward, groaning as you slammed against the wall of the trunk. not only you were affected of course, but Han’s body followed suit, his front being smashed into your back. it seemed that after the car had slammed on the brakes, the police had finally caught up. blaring sirens were heard from outside the vehicle and the loudspeaker from the cop car spoke, 

“PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST,” you let out a breath of relief, but the second you did you realized how close Han was as you were able to feel his breath as well, pressed up tightly behind you. you couldn’t move away either, “STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR.”

moments passed and you vaguely heard the commotions of the arrest being made. though, you couldn’t focus on much that was going on outside due to your mind racing. how could you focus when you felt Han’s toned chest rising shallowly up and down against your back. the warmth from his body radiating through that thin button up shirt he always wore that may be a size too small. you always noticed that. if you were a normal person you could tell him that he might have outgrown his shirt when he started working out, his pecs giving the buttons that kept his shirt together a run for their money. but you never said a thing, drooling over the way the seams would fight for their life every time he would stretch at his desk. he was so close. your bare legs brushed against his slacks and your imagination ran wild. you tried to shuffle in your restraints, there was a dampness to your panties that you realized made you quite uncomfortable and awkward, especially with the man causing it right behind you. unfortunately for you, instead of successfully concealing anything, your pencil skirt began to scrunch up at the waist. right. it comes back to you, the fact that you chose to wear your shortest office skirt today to impress Han now biting you in the ass. you curse to yourself as your choice in outfit now backfires on you, and you were certain, with how close he was pressed up against you, that you were now staining his formerly clean trousers with your shameful arousal. at least you were lucky he couldn’t see the intense blush making your face grow redder than a tomato. for a moment, you had forgotten that your mouth was taped shut as you attempted to offer a quick ‘sorry’ for your tragic situation, but all that came out was a muffle. a muffle that sounded too close to a moan. and to think you didn’t think it could get worse. here you are, struggling against his frontside, dripping wet, and moaning with no way of explaining yourself. to say you were embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how you felt. maybe you could use this whole hostage situation as an excuse to quit and move far, far away because there was no way you could face him ever again after this. speaking of the hostage situation, it had been way too long for the police to be making this arrest. was there more than just that one teen that was driving? you swear you heard several cops too… what could possibly be taking so long? snapping out of your moment, you tried to listen for anything outside the vehicle. nothing. had they not realized that you two were in the trunk? you listened in again. dead silence. just the sounds of cars driving by. 

‘theres no way,’ you thought, ‘did they seriously leave us here..?’

you tried to turn around, but as you moved it was Han’s turn to let out a loud groan. your eyes widened, worried that you might have unintentionally hurt him, you instinctively shuffled again to check up on him to no avail. however, this time you moved, he let out more of a whine. following that, his head dropped into the crevice of your neck and you could feel the beads of sweat that decorated his forehead. it soaked into your hair. you could smell him now. you could feel his heavy breaths through his nose on your skin. the whine, the groan as well, they weren’t noises in response to pain. you felt it now that he’s shuffling in discomfort. you felt him, rock hard, hidden behind the fabric of his pants. he was just as affected as you. yet again, forgetting you couldn’t move, you squirmed again, this time your back arching a little more to test the waters. your hypothesis had been right as his head that was buried in your neck now craned backwards, hips lightly meeting yours as he let out another muffled groan. 

maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that the cops had forgotten about you. 

spurred on by your hornyness and newfound confidence, you started to grind against him. his head that he threw back now shot back into where it was tucked into the place where your neck and shoulder met, and if his lips weren’t taped, you might have felt his soft lips press against your skin. his warm breath tickled your skin as you continued to move against his body, his hips now mirroring your actions. as you both desperately grinded against each other, you felt and heard his breaths grow more erratic. you could tell he wanted more the way his hips began to thrust at your backside as if he was in you. and how badly you wanted him to be. as time went on, he only grew more greedy and impatient with the way he humped against you. there was a dull thump every time his hips met yours causing you to let out an almost too dramatic whine. you weren’t quite sure what happened, but in that moment you heard a snap from behind you. somehow Han had managed to break the zip-ties that held his hands together and you knew that the way his hands immediately flew to your hips. next came the sound of him ripping the tape from his mouth. it almost sounded painful, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on that fact as you heard his deep voice purr against your ear, 

“you… dirty little thing,” his hands squeezed the flesh of your hips as he pressed his crotch sharply against your butt, “we were taken hostage and you still have it in you to tease me like a slut?” the lange hands that help you started scrunching up the material of your skirt even further, practically making it a belt as it rested around you waist, “look at you… should have known when you came to work in this tiny little thing,” and you were happy that he noticed, “if we hadn’t been taken, maybe i would have had my way with you in the storage closed. god knows how long i’ve wanted to.” he sucks in a breath against the shell of your ear, “sucks that this is how it finally happens, but i’m not complaining. gotta admit it's awfully cute seeing you all tied up like this. was thinking about being a gentleman and helping you out of these, but i think i really like seeing you struggle,” he murmurs, playing with the zip-ties on you. 

his hands wrap around your torso to hold you close, and for a moment, he pauses, “gotta know if you really want this though…,” you couldn’t see him, but you could hear the sincerity in his words, “if you want to keep going nod, but if you want me to stop kick me… or something. we can pretend this never happened if that's the case.”

you barely gave him the time to finish speaking and you were frantically nodding your head, whining desperately at the same time. he chuckled, “i figured. just had to ask, but with how wet you are,” he reaches down to feel your soaking panties, he groans, “i could have easily assumed. felt it through my pants ya know?”

you let out an embarrassed whine, squirming a little in his hold, “aw, don’t be shy. do you not feel how hard you make me? heh, i got pretty embarrassed too. couldn’t help it though… the way your cute little butt felt against me, i was losing my mind. i always lose my mind around you if i’m being honest…" Han didn’t give you much time to process what he just said as his slender fingers peeled the fabric of your panties to the side and plunged two digits into your sopping hole. you moaned out loudly through your nose. you arched against him as han continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you could feel the dull ache due to your hands being tied, but the pleasure from han’s fingers made you forget any other sensation. 

“you like that?” he practically moaned into your ear. his hips moved in synchronization with his fingers, every time his rock hard bulge pressed into you, he shoved his fingers deep into you. maybe he was possibly more desperate than you based on the way it seemed he was nearly cumming in his pants just by fingering you. because he was the only one not restrained by tape over his mouth, his throaty whines were loud and clear. and of course he was reaching places deeper in your hole that you have never discovered before, you should have known from all the times you have stared at his long fingers at work, imagining them inside you the way they are now. juices gushed down not just his fingers, but his hand as he sped up his ministrations. the warm, musky smell of it now suffocating the both of you.

“god i want to taste you so bad. eat out all of that cream you’re soaking my hand with,” you moan in response, “always wondered how good you taste. i’ll save it for next time. maybe in the breakroom? eat you instead of that gnarly cafeteria food?”

the thin layer of moisture that coated your skin was not forming little beads of sweat as it began to drip down you. your body jerked against him and he could tell you were getting close. his fingers curled and you let out an impossibly high pitched sound. 

“almost there baby?” he urged. he was now slightly propped up on his elbow as he dug somehow deeper into you. you could see his shoulder flex as he pumped brutally into you. your head craned back into his chest as more sounds released from you, “yeah? yeah? c’mon little thing, wanna see you drench me.” that was about all it took, his filthy yet delicious words, and you jolted. you came almost silently, you couldn’t even warn him as you pulsed around his hand. he held you body tightly to him as you jerked through your orgasm, “mmm there it is… yeah. fuck- god y-you’re so tight…” you sucked in a gasp as he worked you through your release, his fingers now overstimulating you and there was no way of telling him to slow down. you whine, as a way of telling him it was becoming too much, but he didn’t relent.

“is to too much baby? mmh one more please? we got time,” han coaxed in your ear, “one more and i’ll fuck you. please, please baby? wanna feel that little pussy clench one more time around my fingers.”

it wasn’t as if you had much of a choice anyways, but the way his words cooed into your ear and his undeniable skill, you weren’t really complaining much. you melted into him, trying your best to let him have his way with you. you couldn’t help the little jolts from overstimulation every now and then, but han was too blind with lust to even acknowledge it. he simply held you tight and continued to fuck you with his fingers. the way he moaned into your hair was as if he could feel what you were feeling himself. 

“f-fuck… c’mon baby, give it to me before i cream my pants… mmm please…” he was begging you now. his voice drenched in lust and desperation. if you weren’t close already, the way he twisted his hand and pressed against your mound added just the right amount of pressure to clit, to make you see white once again. 

“yes… oh yes baby give it to me,” he let out. your combined breath was shaky as he retracted his hand to lick his fingers clean. once again he moaned loudly as if he just orgasmed just by tasting you, “just as delicious as i imagined,” he chuckled, pulling you close to him and turning you over on your side to face him, “i’ll try not to be greedy and ask for another one.” he smiles at you, his little heart shaped grin melting your heart. to emphasize his statement, he gives you a little tease by pinching your clit, making you jump. your eyes squeeze shut, “heh… sorry, you’re just… so cute.” the last words coming out breathy, “god i just have to-”

with that he begins to peel off the tape covering your lips. it should have been more painful, but it could matter less with the way you were yearning for his mouth. it seemed as if he felt the same way with the way your lips smashed together after not even a moment to breathe. han’s tongue shoved into your throat as he devoured you, hands idly crawling up your body to hold you jaw, large thumbs resting on your cheeks as he maneuvered your head to match his kisses. you wanted to mirror him but you were still restrained behind your back. han looked down at where your hands were struggling and pulled away from the kiss. 

“oh.. heh,” he chuckled, “i uhm… don’t have scissors or anything. guess you gotta stay like that it seems.” 

“oh for sure, han,” you spoke your first words to him since being trapped in this car, “is that how you got out of yours too?” you questioned, incredulously. 

“guess he didn’t tie me well,” he grinned, clearly lying between his teeth. 

there was no response. instead, han pulled you back into him as he lifted your leg to wrap over his waist. all you could do was watch and lick your lips as he unzipped his fly. you wanted to be the one to free his hard cock, finally feel it for yourself, but yet again you were reminded about the stupid zip-ties holding you back. perhaps you’ll get him back for this someday. 

barely pulling his pants down, han finally pulled his cock out. his hands pulled your face again and once more continued to make out with you. your tongues fought hard against each other inside your warm mouths, and without warning you felt han line himself up with your hole. you felt him start to slowly inch in as he pressed his lips on you harder, as if to try to distract you. it felt as if he was never ending as he slowly slid in, already hitting your limit when you look down to see he’s only halfway in. he scoffs, “you can fit the rest in right?” han teases. you both knew you were going to. it was how long he would give you to adjust. you knew he was an impatient man though, so it was no surprise when he pushed the remainder of him a little too quickly. you felt filled to the brim, moaning out a stifled, slightly pained sound.

“alright baby? sorry… i couldn’t wait… had to be inside you,” his stilled, letting you adjust as his hands petting the back of your head as if to sooth you. his lips found your neck and began to bite and suck in the meanwhile, “you’ve been so good to me, baby. take your time, lemme know when you’re ready, yeah?” 

after only a few moments you felt ready. or at least that was what you convinced yourself, growing too impatient as well, the need for him growing too strong. 

“please move,” you sighed into the top of his head as he buried himself into creating dark hickeys across your neck. he smiled at you again. you could never get enough of his little grin. such a sweet smile he had, you couldn’t imagine it was worn by the same man who now started to pound your brains out in the back of a musty sedan after a botched hostage situation. 

han was all over you, his hands and lips roaming all over your body as he fucked you, and you would have reciprocated if you could, but you simple took it, everything he poured out to you through his actions. at this point you were drenched in each other’s sweat, the heat from the tiny space now catching up with you, but you could care less. you couldn’t care less in the same way you began to hear sounds right outside the car in the back of your mind. neither of you paid much attention to it, simply too caught up in each other to hear the loud clank and jolt of the car. han’s moans blocked out all the sounds from the outside world as his hips non-stop thrusted against you. you could deal with whatever was happening outside after you both came. 

“close, han” you mewled

“me too… come with me?” it was almost too easy for you to let go, already far gone from han’s prep barely an hour ago. the two of you hit your highs simultaneously. but in that moment, you felt the vehicle you were in tip upwards. right as han’s load shot into you, the both of you began to slide all the way to the back of the trunk. you landed on him, bodies smushed against each other from the momentum, but at least you both managed to come before it happened. it took you a moment, but you both regained your breathing and returned to normal. you looked at each other, your pupils dilated as you stared into him. 

“did they just…” he blinked, “tow the car with us in it?”

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Pick a Card- Your True Personality

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Instructions: Take a deep breath, and get rid of all thoughts. Then choose a number or decide by looking at the photo, I don't recommend choosing a pile based off your liking for the celeb in the photos, but do as your heart desires. Let's hope your heart steers you to the right pile

Pile 1:

This most definitely is the pile that attracts a lot of PAC veterans (aka ppl who follow a lot of PAC readers). I'm getting the vibe that you may seek a lot of validation from not only people in your life but from PAC's as well, you can get really offended by negative traits that come up in these types of readings and also likely hate all forms of criticism. You are the type to romanticize life and have an inflated ego, thinking of yourself as on a higher pedestal than others. You guys are above average in the looks department and tend to get what you want using your looks/charm. Your not going to have much trouble attracting a romantic partner, but you will have problems making them stay. You can become quite violent and hysterical when you don't get your way and that can turn your partners off. It's as if ppl will find you attractive but once they get to know you, think your batshit crazy and wish to get going asap. I'm definitely getting the vibe that you act high and mighty and like your the queen/king bee out of deep insecurities. Like a person that gets told their pretty/handsome so they go along with that but lowkey live life not 100% sure that's the case. Not calling you a bully but I do see some case of that, if your not a bully could be that you were a victim of bullying or bullied others in the past. Either way you have some aggressive, bullying ways about you.

You may not hold a healthy view of love, believing that it's your partners duty to love and care for you but you don't have to particularly do anything for them. It's the energy of a person who's married to someone completely unconditionally in love with them, while they're just there for the money/gifts. I do think you take good care of yourself (going to the gym, nails done, hair done, skin care on point, closet full of clothes your size and also smaller sizes that your working out to eventually fit into etc...). Your likely single and not happy about it, although you'll never truly admit it to yourself and neither would you to your friends.

This is the pile that has dealt with a lot of heartbreak and may have turned to a selfish but self conscious attitude to cope with it.

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Pile 2:

Ooooo, very passionate and powerful. Im seeing a duality with the feminine and masculine energy (remind me of Ryujin). You guys may be my favorite, I just get this warm tingly feeling and this random burst of energy (If I could meet with you irl, ik I would love you 💕❤ )

You are very elegant and sophisticated, giving rich girl vibes and if not rich you strive to be (and not in the way almost all ppl strive to be rich but I actually feel like you have set plans in place for yourself, your not fucking around when it comes to you getting what you want). I'm getting this real sense of knowing who you are and what you want so your quite easy to understand, you may speak bluntly and get to the point. The femininity I mentioned before shows itself in how you care for others, you protect your loved ones and you won't hesitate to stand up for those weaker than you or just in a worse off position. It's like yeah you know your Queen bee but you don't think your above others in and of itself , you just know your above certain ideas/actions of others (I mentioned this queen bee energy for pile 1, but they seemed more 'fake it till you make it' types while you seem more relaxed and confident in your own crown and still willing to fix other's crowns). Now for the masculine energy. I keep hearing the saying "I rule with a iron fist", so you guys may be quite stubborn and set in your ways. I'm also seeing a bit of a temper, you guys give such Taurus vibes, but it takes a while for it to really show its head. I don't think you blow up for every little thing but once your temper ignites, there's no putting out the flames until the fire runs its course (I'm seeing Canadian fires, how terrible and drawn out they were, it's the same as your temper).You do hold this view of "I deserve.....", which can help you to have the confidence to go after who/what you want but when your entitlement is extreme/irrational, you can come off as just a pushy asshole.

You definitely have this healing vibe to you along with this innocent love of animals, plushies, kids and all things cute and cuddly. You may talk to your pets (if you don't own a pet, you should, they will bring you a deep sense of peace/happiness). You love to feel like you've fixed people and things, you can become obsessed with helping ppl get out of their troubles and try to tend to their mental/physical health. One thing I will say is I think your the type to love the chase in relationships (you may become obsessed with being with a person who doesn't want you).

Last thing is , you can be quite the chaos bringer. I'm seeing some type of trolling on social media, if not trolling, you could just be quite aggressive with how you write on social media. I'm seeing a lot of hidden actions and secret accounts 😏

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Pile 3:

This pile has the energy of air signs. Your the type to overanalyze and over think everything. Even when it comes to things that you say, you may think about your words quite carefully before you say them. You may be an empath or bc you analyze ppl so intensely, you can pick up on others emotions/intentions and change the way you speak to fit others state of being (for an example: if a friend was in a depressive state and quite down and out, you would know better than to try to joke around, you would communicate with more kindness in your tone and try to be understanding). You can be quite humble and the humanitarian, wishing to do good for others/society (you have the energy of a therapist).

Your sarcastic and witty, quick with the comebacks and yk how to roast ppl (lol). You could have been a victim of bullying or just grew up in a tough environment and later you learned to stick up for yourself by using your words (insulting your bullies, roasting them etc...). Your words are very powerful, likely magical. Your the type to speak things into existence, so if I were you, I would be careful with what I say (which i think you do anyways, I'm just putting this out to warn you). I do see you can be quite vengeful and you have a mindset of "I'll get them before they get me". This makes you very defensive and hostile at times. Not just that but you have some jealousy issues.

You could be dealing with a break up and your heart is not open to love rn. I do think you do try to stay in a positive mindset but you could end up hiding your pain behind your laughs and smiles. Not really the type of person to deal with your emotional pain head on. You don't like to stay in one place for too long, preferring to move/travel often.

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Pile 4:

You are very much in your power and know your worth. You could be after an unconventional career that many have told you that it could never come to be but you do as you wish not as your told. I'm seeing that your quite an attractive and sexy person, very well shaped body as well (could be quite curvaceous or your obsessed with having curves) but either way you look good. You command a lot of respect and admiration from others. A lot of ppl wish to be you, look like you, or have you. Your very talented in some kind of musical sense, your likely gifted at singing (or your voice is quite enchanting). You express yourself well, a lot of ppl feel compelled by you and the way you speak (you could live in a country where your accent is different from most). You definitely have the power and the influence to get what you want, it's giving 7 rings by Ariana Grande, " I see it, I like, I want it, I got it" 💅.

I do think you could be too attached to your looks though, it's like you believe if you gain too much weight or you don't keep/get the curves you desire, Noone would find you attractive. I also see some idolizing of others bodies as well (keep off of social media as much as possible, its okay to post yourself but try not to scroll mindlessly. That fake social media shit gets to you and messes with your spirit). You may have been on your own since a young age, having to learn how to navigate the world and its evils/goods on your own. Your very independent due to this and also street smart.

Your in a stage of your life where you may be sleeping around a lot, playing seductive games, being flirtatious and plainly dating. Your likely viewing love as a game rn, and not taking anyone too serious. (If you are wanting to be more serious with love and attract a committed partner, refrain from sex when you date, your an enticing person so your partner will drive themself crazy trying to please and be with you). Most of you in this pile are just having/looking for fun though so that only pertains to a few of you.

Unfortunately, you may be the type to get into a lot of relationships in which your partner cheats or turns out to be pyscho. This may be the reason why I don't think you believe in 'true + unconditional love' (could be parental issues, childhood trauma as well). Your romantic relationships will be the thing in this lifetime that bring you the most headaches and loneliness

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Pile 5:

I got a vibe that this pile will attract a lot of fans of Niki instead of ppl who actually feels this pile will resonate to them, so those who picked this pile.

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Okay. I feel like your quite young, probably in highschool or college. You've been through a lot in your life, in which at times you've felt abandoned or ostracized. But I think those experiences have made a stronger, more resilient you. You don't play a victim in life (even if you once were) and you don't encourage others in your life to hold onto victim hood as well. You know that you have to persevere through obstacles, not stay stuck in a pity party. You do have some codependency issues, you can be too clingy and hold onto others too tight. You fear others would leave you. You fear disappointing the ones you love. (I feel like you were "the nail that stuck out and was promptly hammered in"). So I think you may have anxiety about standing out too much or appearing too different from others. You have problems with understanding and respecting others boundaries (I just keep seeing an image of you holding onto a person, with strong grip, as they struggle to push you off). Instead of making ppl feel free and relaxed around you, you could make them feel uncomfortable.

Your a very book smart person. You have a fascination with unique things that most ppl would never think about and you come up with the most creative ideas. I think your more of a hoarder of knowledge and that you feel uncomfortable sharing your ideas with others, likely afraid they would laugh at you or say the idea is worthless. I feel like your not entirely moving forward with your life, your still haunted by your past. You could even recall voices of those who've insulted you or said very discouraging things to you and that can cause you to hesitate a lot in life.

I think this the ppl in this pile may be more sensitive and I want to make sure you don't feel hated or like I'm just another person confirming your own worst thoughts. I'm here to tell you to MOVE FORWARD in your life, don't let the haters win, don't hide yourself away. Prosper like the beautiful flower you are and always will be. 🌻

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part seven charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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It was certainly a miserable feeling. Waking up alone when you have become so used to the man you shared a bed with everywhere you went. Muffled sobs echoed in the room no matter how much you tried to cover your mouth or quiet down. You didn't want to wake up.

You'd been jolted out of your sleep, skin drenched in cold sweat. You couldn't get the image out of your head nor get your sobs to silence as you quietly walked through the room to the washroom where the locked door would cut out any noise to protect the sleep of the Monégasque on the queen sized bed.

"is he going to be okay? i—is he going to be okay? . . . please talk to me. please tell me he's going to be okay." you sobbed in your hands as you waited in the pitlane, the rain pattering on your helmet as you sobbed in your palm.

you wouldn't have been alone had Jules been here to comfort you. The vivid memory of watching him crash out at only your third ever grand prix was horrifying. Especially after starting your short lived friendship.

But that wasn't all.

"are you okay? y/n? y/n, are you there? can you hear me? it was all to hazy. was the sky grass? or were you upside down? everything was blurry and muffled, your body was numb, and your throat was sore. "y/n, you copy?" "i'm— i'm just going to take a little nap." your hushed voice promised over the radio as you pulled your glove off to reach up, or apparently down, to touch the grass.

After being demoted mid season in 2016, to make space for Max verstappen at red bull, you were scrambled to say the least. Sauber was not the best to you in 2017. Neither was Ferrari in 2018. The post redbull struggle was real.

Even more than ever after your crash at the Mexico gp during fp1. You were sent to the hospital with a brain injury, a few fractured ribs and fractured ankle. You remember how everyone was sure you were done for. You couldn't stand on your own, more or less even hold a glass of water without violently shaking.

What ticked you off the most was you remember seeing Charles' Sauber in your side mirrors before colliding with the wall.

You traced the surgery scar on your ankle as you sat on the floor, biting on a towel to mute the cries. Your attempts to stay quiet were all in vain. Charles was up from the moment he heard you shuffling in your sleep on the couch. He'd followed you to the bathroom after you shut the door.

He wanted to comfort you. To hold you again. "I wish everything could just go back to the way it was." His heart clenched hearing your words, leaning his head on the door tired. "Why can't you just come back. I don't want to be here. This is wrong."

"Every fucking time!" You slammed your hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck I hate this." "Alright Y/N, cool down."

"FUCK! FUCK!" With a rough tug and an angry scream, you slammed the steering wheel on the asphalt. "I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS. FUCK FUCK FUCK!" "It's a red flag—" "OH REALLY? REALLY?! I WOULD'VE NEVER GUESSED."

With a quick and angry tug you pulled your gloves off and climbed out the car. You kicked the tire that had not been drilled in well and had caused you to spin out on turn 9, copse corner.

Wrestling with your helmet, you pull it off, drop kicking it in anger. You wanted to throw glass, slam a vase, rip paper, break something, anything. Your blood was boiling and you were going to snap at any moment.

You didn't return to the garage. Heading straight for the motorhome, your dad joined you on the walk back. "Non hai notato la gomma? Avresti potuto dirglielo." [you didn't notice the tire? you could've told them] "stavo tornando alla fossa. non sarei riuscito a uscire da quell'angolo." [i was on my way back to pit. i wasn't going to make it out of that corner]

"vai a prendere le tue cose così possiamo andarcene." [just go get your things so we can leave] You complied with a huff, stomping out of your driver's room after stuffing all of your stuff in a bag. "Y/N." Looking up to see Charles. Of course you would. "Où vas-tu?" [where are you going]

"Leave us." Your father pulled you away from your bicep, dragging you along from your bicep. You looked back only to see Charles' disappointed face. You tried to turn around and reach out to him only to be tugged back.

The ride back was quiet. Your dad made you stay with him at his hotel till your flight. You sat at the window while he argued with someone in Spanish, probably your mother. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you hugged your legs, leaning your chin on your knees.

You were regretting this; calling in your father, letting him be in control. But he was your father, and it was your mistake calling him in. No matter how much you wanted to go back to Charles.

You were beginning to learn how much you loved him, how much you needed him. You wanted him to hold you and kiss you the way he does.

"It's you, Carl." Your hushed voice was weak and hoars. Charles who had been sitting on a chair against the wall had rushed to your side immediately. "Why are you crying? Your ruining your pretty eyes." Safe to say the anaesthetic was doing it's job. You gently ran the back of your finger on Charles ( or Carl as you thought he was ) 's cheek, wiping his tears. "How come you always find me?" You giggled weakly. Charles held your hand gently, leaning his forehead on your knuckles. "I know someone who has that same exact shirt. I had one as well." You pointed at his top, the Sauber logo with the sponsors filling in the empty space. "His name is Charles. He's really pretty. But a pain in my ass." "Pretty?" Charles chuckled weakly, wiping the fresh tears. "Yeah. He has beautiful eyes . . . kind of like your eyes. But I promise you have the prettier ones." "Do you . . . like Charles?" "No. I like you."

You closed your eyes with a short sigh. The memories were becoming more frequent. You could almost put puzzle pieces together, string out the story. But you weren't becoming any more . . . normal. You didn't even know what was normal at this point, but you wanted to be the 25 year-old woman everyone thought you were.

This . . . "you", she needed to leave. You were causing way too many problems. With your team, with your husband, with your family, yourself as well. It just wasn't right.

"Voglio prendermi il resto della stagione libera." [i want to take the rest of the season off] You called through the room. "continua a sognare." [keep dreaming]

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Regret regret regret, you felt as you walked through the airport. You wanted to dump your dad. You were pretty sure you could easily find Max ( cause who doesn't paint their private jet team colours and put their lion logo on the jet's tail? )

But you couldn't just leave your dad like that. No matter how much he was unlikable or how much you wanted to go back to your husband, he was still your father. You respected him ( to a certain level ) and feared him. Maybe 25 year-old you could. Maybe you were just a coward.

Maybe? You are.

"I wanna go home, to Monaco." "non essere un bambino, that's not your home." [don't be a baby] You groaned. How much more can you take?

You tucked your hands under your armpits as the plane took off, bracing yourself with shaky breaths.

"We're gonna fall— we're gonna—" "Hey hey, we're okay." Charles held your hand, kissing your knuckles. "We're flying. We're going home." He assured you with his charming smile. He pulled your head to lay on his shoulder, kissing your temple. A laugh rocked through his chest as you gripped onto him for dear life. "Oh, amour." [love]

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"Its five in the morning, who's knock-" To say your younger brother in law, Arthur, was surprised and confused to see you at his door with a awkward smile was understandable, especially since your family and Charles had been looking for you around the planet for the past two hours.

"Sorry, I need a place to hide."

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[blacktacmopsi]

Hanging Fire: Part 2.

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| Hesh X Female! Reader X Keegan | Smut (MDNI) | CW: Oral Sex, DP, General Smut |

The second installment of this too long piece of pure smut. God, the last time I wrote something this long it was... like...back in 2020 or something? Idk. So yeah, Hesh, Keegan, and you are still stuck in the outpost shack and now things are getting heated up, but far from over. This hot piece of porn garbage is spilling over into a part 3. I'll upload it all together in one piece on my AO3 though once I'm done.

Authors note: I didn't really proof read this and again, so sorry it's turning out so long. Request tags for @soapsgf @mudisgranapat

< Hanging Fire: Part 1

You exhaled a breath you were unaware you were even holding. Though your logic told you this was an awful idea, your desires were screaming at you. You liked these two men, A LOT, and here they are agreeing to sex. How could you not pass this up?

“Fine, okay then,” you speak. A slight smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as even you yourself can't believe what your saying.

As soon as you agreed, Hesh wasted no time and moved in to give you one of the deepest kisses you’ve ever had in your life. As soon as his lips touched yours, all doubt about this idea being horrible vanished in an instant. Replacing it was total desire and that deep need for physical touch. God, how long had it been since you were kissed, let alone got a good one at that? How long had it been since you were even touched? It didn’t matter anymore. All that was about to change in a matter of seconds. Hesh’s lips were so soft, and his kiss was reminiscent of a wildfire-  ravaging, strong, and all consuming. Who would have thought that this man you’ve seen shoot and stab others could be capable of such passion and desire?

Perhaps sex & death really did go together.

Hesh too was feeling the intensity build. He himself had gone so long without physicality from another woman for what felt like a lifetime. His body had known no comfort since before ODIN struck and ever since then, his hand and imagination were his only consistent companions.

“Oh god…need to reign it in…don’t want to cum from just a kiss…” he thought to himself. Breaking the kiss off, he pulled back to look at you, noting your now flushed pallor. He too was blushed and he hadn’t even removed a single layer of clothing yet. Caressing your cheek, he meets your gaze.

“Goddam, what a great kiss,” he pants as he looks at you. Hesh really wants more. His body is screaming bloody murder at him for more. He can’t ignore what has been so longed for, not while he has already tasted your lips...and oh, how they were just divine!

“Fuck it,” he leans in and begins kissing you furiously, as if the survival of you three depended on it. As his tongue forces its way into your mouth, he’s violently ripping off his plate carrier, shirt , and anything else that gets in the way of his chest pressing against your bare breasts. You yourself begin doing the same, urged on by his own blazing passions. The cry of your flesh for his is too strong and your clothing seems likes such a hindrance. You didn’t care that you haphazardly tossed them to the dirty floor covered in god-knows-what. You didn’t care that neither of you had showered for days and were grimy and sweaty. None of that mattered. All that did matter was that primordial need to be fulfilled. That itch of mother nature to be scratched…and oh, was it going to get scratched by the two men who got your pulse racing and your clit twitching. You could feel it burning deep between your legs as that familiar flood of heat and slickness makes itself apparent to you.

While you and Hesh were becoming a flurry of hands, skin, and lips, Keegan, ever so silently, observed. He too was feeling that blaze of need and passion ignited by you and Hesh. He shifted his stance as his cock began to stiffen at the sights and sounds coming from your mouths and bodies. It was only when Hesh nipped at your neck causing you to moan significantly, that any fragment of control Keegan had left, shattered like a crystal wine glass. He began to remove his tactical vest and shirt, tossing them aside too, not caring about where they landed. All he could care about was needing you, needing to feel the heat of your breath, the touch of your skin, your very taste. Moving over to where Hesh and you were, Keegan now joined the maelstrom of unbridled desire and lust.

Sitting on the dingy cot, Keegan pulled you onto his lap while Hesh fell to his knees before you. His fingers frantically worked the belt, button, and zipper of your pants, yanking them off, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

"Hold her legs open for me man," Hesh whispered.

Keegan nodded and slid his bare hands between your thighs, forcing them open to reveal your aching pussy.

"God...you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he groans as he moves forward, gingerly touching your soft folds. His fingers carefully explored and brushed up against your swollen clit causing you to whimper. Keegan and Hesh both took note of that, and Hesh decided to up the lust ante further.  Dragging his tongue along your slick slit, you seized up on Keegan’s lap, gripping his thighs tightly as the shock of ecstasy washed over every fiber of your being. Hesh wasted no time getting what he’s been wanting. The heat of his breath on you causes you to gasp as another jolt of much needed pleasure surges through your body. Keegan can't help but look down, watching his younger team member in action. In doing so, he feels his cock harden further and begin to weep with his own need causing a deep moan to escape his throat. He isn’t going to be able to just sit with you on his lap much longer.

"How's she?" he asks, drawing in a deep breath.

"Like heaven man, like heaven."

Hesh keeps lapping at your aching cunt, burying his face in your core. His tongue teased your wanting entrance, and he took your swelling clit between his lips to suck lightly. As his mouth was busy, Hesh began to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. His own cock began to strain against the fabric seeking much needed freedom and attention. As he shuffled his pants down a bit, Hesh pulled his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, stroking it lazily. He groaned as he kept pleasing your sensitive bit, sucking on it only to release it with an audible 'pop'. Relentlessly, he took it back into his mouth and continued, determined to amplify the whimpers that were already escaping you.

“So good…so damn good,” Hesh muttered as he was face deep in your slickness, too concentrated on savoring you.

"You like when he does that to you, sweetheart? You like how he makes your pussy feel?" Keegan's voice was low and dripping with raw unfiltered lust. Up until now, he had been silent, but that was now gradually changing as he began to speak more and more. He turned his head to whisper in your ear.

"We can both make you feel that good. I know you've thought of us and what it would be like."

His words sent a shiver down your spine and a flood of fantasies in your mind. As Keegan kept voicing his desires, Hesh flicked his hazel eyes up at you from between your thighs, his tongue painting strokes along your folds. Pulling away with a thread of saliva and your wetness stringing between you & his mouth, he stands up and leans forward, towering over you.

"I never knew you tasted that great," he purrs right before he kisses you once again. Keegan's hands snake forward and seek out your slick and swollen pussy, rubbing you & slipping two fingers inside drawing a more impassioned moan from you.

"Damn kid," he chuckles "you got her good and ready."

Hesh looks down at Keegan's fingers sliding in and out.

"Wanna trade places?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

Keegan eases you off his lap as Hesh now takes his place. You can feel his stiff cock pressing against you as he begins to grind it against your backside. Keegan, now between your legs wasted no time on picking up where Hesh left off. He spreads you open, raises his mask, and begins to lick at your wetness and sensitive little clit. All the while soft moans escape his throat with every rock of his head and flick of his tongue. For Keegan, it had been way longer than Hesh when it came to entertaining the lusts for the female form. He was definitely not squandering this opportunity in the slightest.

"Oh baby, you like how the Sergeant does that? Is he making you feel nice and good?" Hesh teases as he keeps grinding his hardness against your backside. His hands reach up to start caressing your bare breasts.

"You wanna know how often I fantasized about these tits of yours. What it would be like to hold them...," he squeezes lightly.

“To pinch them…,” he whispers as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

“To suck on them,” he breaths into your ear.

Your entire body feels like its about to be overloaded just from Hesh’s words, not to mention the way Keegan is on his knees servicing your needy, swollen pussy. You can’t even muster the strength to speak properly even. All you can do is whimper and moan and gasp and sigh… and hope that these two men don’t stop for even a mere second.

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[dreamdaddydutch]

could you pls do a javier/arthur/charles/whoever you want x reader flinching away from them thinking they’re gonna hurt them when they’re in an argument? sorry this is a super touchy subject i completely understand if you don’t wanna do it 🙏🙏❤️

Hey, so this took me a sweet age to write! I started about two months ago but with my job, planning my trip to NZ, and comedy/the shows I promote and sorting out festival stuff - I've just been completely exhausted and had no time or energy to write :(

But I have finished this now, and am still around - hoping to get a few more things written in the coming month or two.

I decided only to do Javier, Arthur & Charles as it is quite a sensitive topic and I worried any more and it would start to sound samey. I hope this is okay! ❤️ I struggled a bit for using content warnings on this as there is no physical violence happening or mental abuse - it's just heated arguments. But if you know this is going to affect you please do not read.

Javier

Arguments with Javier were rare, but with the increased pressure among the gang they had become more frequent and heated. You knew the immense pressure Javier felt and how he was trying to hold everyone together, how he wanted to believe things would work out. Sometimes you just got in one another’s way.

It was an incredibly hot afternoon at Shady Belle, everyone was irritated, sweating, bitten by mosquitos and fed up. You’re not really sure how the argument started but within minutes the two of you were at one another’s throats shouting insults neither of you meant.

Micah was nearby laughing at you, only making the situation worse.

When you reached the peak of the argument Javier suddenly lurched forward, his fists clenched. You stop and freeze completely still, mouth open just a little to let the fearful yelp escape and you feel your body tense, please…you think…please not him too.

You screw your eyes shut and wait for the blow that never comes. Instead, you hear Javier sigh loudly before the rage took over and he let out a scream – his anguish clear.

As you open your eyes you find him facing away from you, hands in his hair desperately clutching at his head, completely exasperated.

“Javier?” You ask softly as you reach out to him, too afraid to touch him in case he reacts violently.

When he turns, he has tears in his eyes, not something you’ve seen before. Javier has never cried in front of you, but now he’s here, vulnerable, and open, “I could never, I would never,” he says.

You nod, you know he’s telling the truth. He would never hurt you. You hate what this place, what everything is doing to the two of you right now.

You take another step and wrap your arms around him, no words are needed. Life is tough, being in the gang right now is tough. Everyone is on edge, everyone wants to beat the shit out of someone, to scream, destroy, fuck, drink their way through this. Javier is no exception and neither are you.

As you hold one another he continues to apologise, his words barely audible but it’s clear how much this is hurting. True he had frightened you, knowing what Javier is capable of for a moment you really believed he could do it.

When you pull away Javier kisses you, there’s need dripping from him. He knows anger isn’t the solution but he needs to be with you alone, even if for one night. As if reading his mind you say, “There’s other ways we can let out our pent up frustration you know…”

Arthur

“How, how did you manage to fuck this up again!” Arthur shouts at you.

You don’t know how to answer him, he’s right of course. You have fucked up again and what you’d been asked to do couldn’t have been simpler and yet here you were, a complete failure and you’d let the one person you love, one person you trust down.

“I’m sorry Arthur, I didn’t…I know I fucked up.” You reply through sobs.

Arthur is exhausted, everyone at Beaver Hollow is exhausted. Being alive right now is exhausting, but at least you’re alive. Emotions though they still run high.

When Arthur doesn’t respond and just continues to pace up and down you cannot bare the silence, the anger in his voice, in his movements and body language is unbearable to be around. You’d rather he shouted and told you to leave, rather he did something, anything than continue to stew in the silence.

He turned to you then, red in the face and suddenly he seemed so much bigger, so much taller, broad…He seemed like a giant in comparison to you, Arthur had always been big but it was only now you noticed it and realised how easily he could break you in half. How his presence, his shadow dominated you. As he loomed over you, practically frothing at the mouth with rage, eyes bloodshot and crazed, his breaths hard and shallow you were sure he was going to go in for the kill.

You inhaled sharply and held your breath waiting for him to lash out, to hit or slap you, to kick you…something to get his frustration out. His fists were clenched, his body taunt and ready to release all that tension.

You screamed as Arthur moved and braced yourself for the impact.

Which didn’t come.

Arthur punched to the side of your head…quite far from your head in fact, so far he couldn’t have possibly ever meant to have hit you. His fist went through the flimsy wall of the hut behind you. And then he stayed like that without removing his fist.

For a moment you thought he may cry, he didn’t.

“Ahh hell.”

Arthur seems ashamed of himself in that moment; his head hangs heavy.

“I’m sorry, okay, I..I just need some time. You know,” he pauses choosing his words carefully, “the fist was never meant for you.”

You nod, “S’ok Arthur, come find me when you need me.”

He looked up, slowly removing his fist from the hut. The smile he offered was both small and sad, “I won’t be long.”

Charles

Charles stormed into the hotel room, immediately you felt irritated. This was supposed to be a nice night away for the two of you, away from the others and all the noise at camp.

But Charles had found something to be annoyed at, something to be irritated with and now that peace was shattered.

“Charles, please.” You’d pleaded. It wasn’t like Charles to be like this, he was usually so stoic and easy to get along with, rarely showing any extreme emotions so this was different, even by his standards.

He squared up to you, his chest practically puffed out and shoulders tensed. He looked bigger than ever. Usually this was something you loved about him and it made you feel safe. You thought of all the times he picked you up with ease, could carry you, make love to you…all while holding you and you with your legs wrapped round his waist.

But now he is imposing, his presence is a shadow…you shut your eyes waiting for something and flinch as you hear the floorboards creak when you

“Did you think?” He looks wounded as he speaks, shame flushed across his cheeks as he shakes his head. Charles appears disappointed in himself; he’s aware of how he was behaving and what impact this had on you.

“I’m so sorry y/n you know I’d never do a thing to hurt you don’t you?”

You nod, not just because he’s speaking in earnest and you detect no lies in his words, but because you know him sometimes better than he knows himself.

He pulls you to the bed and sits down next to you, his presence a comfortable weight that sinks in the mattress. He sighs heavy and places a hand on your thigh, “I am, I mean it.” He pauses, “I can’t believe I allowed myself to get that worked up, something is so wrong.” When he sighed you could see the weight on his shoulders.

A lot was wrong with the gang and everything you’d all been through together.

“But it’s not an excuse, I should never speak to you like that or behave like that.”

“It’s okay Charles,” you were still blinking back tears, but when Charles put his hand on your knee and gently squeezed and rested his head on your shoulder the healing begun.

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[beatrixstonehill2]

Miranda and Lexi couldn't believe the news. It sounded like a fantasy come true. They'd chatted about it many times, the naughty idea of something so taboo, something so very wrong and against everything they thought they knew about themselves..... Both girls rubbed their exaggeratedly feminized bodies together, both having taken blockers, pumped full of estrogen for quite a while, living as girls for all of their teens. Now both at twenty, their thick cocks pressed together, hard as can be, they fucked like cis lesbians in pornos.... scissoring and humping their fat, swollen, over-masturbated cocks together.... since neither of them could top. They could only pathetically writhe together and hump their cocks together until they came again and again, sweating, giggling at the news......

They were both going to be detransitioned by the state. The girls acted out their fantasies of detransitioning, talking about it endlessly, even roleplaying by misgendering each other, calling themselves confused gay femboys who turned their bodies into perverted parodies of real women. Oh how they humped and jerked off to their little roleplay sessions. Until their state started banning hrt all the way up to 18, forcing detransition. They both almost jokingly wrote letters to the governor.... with nude photos, inventing a sob story about how their parents made them become girls and get, big humiliating breasts and fat, curvy bodies like a couple of college sluts..... They pleaded for the age of detransition to be raised. Neither of them thought anything would come of it, until they watched the news one morning......

An emergency order from the attorney general, everyone below twenty-five. There was no escaping it. No getting around it. They were stunned. The governor gave a speech, mentioning the two girls specifically, saying he received 'alarming' photos of boys turned into pornographic, shameful parodies of girls. That he was so disgusted by the photos, he had to act as fast as possible to ensure these two 'poor, damaged young men' could get the help they needed. He went on to say that his office would be reaching out personally to pay for all medical expenses for Miranda and Lexi, and he would make sure their 'grotesquely large' breasts would be removed as quickly as possible. The crowd cheered and the news station called him a compassionate leader.

Miranda and Lexi were left dumbfounded. They immediately started jerking off together, giggling and moaning. Both girls of course loved their bodies and couldn't be happier with their transitions...... But now their silly detrans fantasies were gonna come true for everyone their age in the state. After cumming a few times, the girls went on Twitter and saw the governor actually posted the photos they sent, with a warning that such 'perverse imagery' wasn't for the faint of heart. The comments were filled to the brim with misgendering, calling them fat cows, whores, disgusting, porn-sick men, brainwashed by all the violent adult content online. Miranda and Lexi jerked off to the comment threads, elated to see all the blatant misgendering and revulsion people expressed, most of them calling the girls overweight men with saggy moobs who probably only wanted to use the women's room to jerk off in there.

Safe to say, Miranda and Lexi never orgasmed so much in only a couple hours in their lives. They lay together, covered in sweat, panting, kissing, still stroking their flaccid cocks, pumping more cum out them. They giggled about what kind of men they'd end up as now, since they had no choice but to detrans. They fantasized about being muscular jocks, or skinny femboys, maybe nice and lean, athletic, super handsome and irresistible to curvy girls like themselves..... But they both agreed, they'd have the most fun becoming a couple of fat slobs. With all that testosterone, on top of their sex drives? They laughed playfully, saying they'd have to become no-life gooners, eating all day, never showering, watching their gorgeous, sexy bodies become hairy mounds of lard. They fantasized to each other about becoming so fat they'd have to move in together into Miranda's parents' basement, waited on hand and foot. Both called every name in the book. Pathetic. Losers. Slobs. All as they gleefully sit around watching porn nonstop, mindlessly jerking off all day...... Sounded like the life they always dreamed of. Though they both giggled that if they stayed girls, they would have probably wound up hugely fat, obsessed with porn and jerking off together anyway.....

#detrans kink #mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #slob kink

[prettyyktskii]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

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TW/CW :: swearing, mention of alcohol, nsfw, rough, slight degradation, oral (m receiving)

this comes from one of my wattpad books, so uh- spoilers ig? anyways if u don't care feel free to read. just trying to get things started since i'm new to tumblr- i'm open to requests!

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it had been a week since the incident at the party- and things had only gotten a whole lot weirder. it had gone from i think he hates me to this has got to be some sort of sick joke. i mean seriously, was he fucking with me?

one minute he was calling me an idiot and telling me to fuck off, and the next he was calling me dumb names like princess and telling me to fuck him.

and the others had certainly picked up on it. to put an emphasis on that, mina was currently sitting at my apartment and had the very first thing she said when she walked through the door was, "girl, maybe you should just take him up on his offer."

i choke on air and my face becomes red as i violently swat at mina. "shut up!"

this only eggs her on as she laughs, "i'm just saying- you could cut the tension with a knife!"

just then tsu walks through my door, though i don't notice as i report to mina's last comment. "there is no tension!"

mina and i yell out in shock when tsu speaks, "between you and bakugou?" neither of us had seen her come in.

"ha!" ashido cackles, pointing at me like a little kid trying to accuse someone. "see! it's not just me! it's real tension." she has a satisfied smirk.

"ugh." my hands thread through my hair and i groan, watching tsu take a seat with us. "you're supposed to be on my side tsu!"

she chuckles a little before replying. "sorry. i only take sides with what i agree with, ribbit."

"you don't really think there's no tension between you guys, right?" mina questions more seriously. "i mean, why are you throwing him a birthday party?"

"because we're friends!"

i throw my hands into the air as mina and i argue pointlessly, asui telling us both to relax. we're so caught up in our screaming match that we don't hear the door open, nor do we hear the footsteps making their way towards us in the bedroom. "uh- guys?"

"what?!" mina and i shout in unison.

i regain my composure and look at kirishima who is now awkwardly scratching the back of neck. "if this is a bad time i-"

"do think there's any tension between y/n and bakugou?"

"mina!" i thwack her on the back of the head as i scold her.

eijirou becomes visibly uncomfortable. "um.. you know, we should really-"

"come on, just answer! we won't be mad at you!" she pleads.

"hey! you can't speak for me!" i complain.

"yes i can." she says matter-of-factly, turning her attention back to kirishima to await his response.

he sighs in defeat, knowing there's no way out of this. mina might legitimately melt him if he tried to leave. he might as well just answer. no harm, right? "okay, okay. yeah, i think there is. b-but doesn't everyone?!" he immediately catches himself and tries to defend himself.

"eijirou!" i say, acting offended.

"hey, look at the time!" he looks down at wrist that does not contain a watch. "we better go start setting up for the party before bakugou shows up!" he chuckles nervously before darting out of the room, the three of us following close behind.

deep down i knew it was true. i mean, i wasn't an idiot. but what was it all for? did he really want something? or was he just toying with me? stringing me along just to fall into his trap, humiliating me for the rest of my life. he wouldn't really do that, right?

right.

for now though, i needed to focus on this stupid party. i didn't know why i was doing this, what got into me?

we were having it at kirishima dorm, knowing damn well how pissed he'd be if he came to a mess in his own room. although, he'd probably already be pretty pissed that kirishima told me it was his birthday. it had taken him long enough to find out as is.

i knew that if i wanted to make sure bakugou didn't completely lose his shit, this needed to be good.

really good.

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surprise, surprise.

no, really. surprise, surprise.

so far, everything had been going fairly well.

kirishima had gotten bakugou to the party by texting him and asking him to come hang out with him.

he reluctantly agreed.

when he arrived, we'd flicked the lights on, everyone yelling out, "surprise!"

he was pretty mad. but i was the least of his worries. now everyone knew when his birthday was. oops, guess i didn't think that one through very well. oh well?

after having a few drinks- forced upon him by kirishima- he had cooled down significantly. enough that we had convinced him for us to all take his gifts to his room. we weren't going to make him open them in front of us- i mean, he probably wouldn't have even if we asked him to. the least we could do though was help him out.

so a few of us- literally. me, bakugou, eijirou and tsu- carried an armful of gifts each to his dorm across the hall, placing them on his bedroom floor.

kirishima and asui head out to go back to the party, kirishima patting his friend on the back- of course earning an annoyed scowl from him. they don't seem to pay any notice when i stay behind, shutting the bedroom door for just a moment. i look away from the presents and down at the ground. "sorry i didn't get you anything."

it wasn't a slight to him or anything, i had just genuinely forgotten. i only found out about his birthday today and i had been so busy with setting up the party that it had slipped my mind.

bakugou stalks toward me like he did the night of my welcoming party, with that same stupid fucking smirk on his face. "that's okay, i had something more specific in mind anyway."

my mind goes blank and i look him, nervous and confused as a he draws his face closer to mine. his mouth goes to my ear, hot breath fanning my neck causing a shiver to run down my spine. his face is practically touching mine as his mouth hovers over my ear. "get on your knees."

my eyes go wide and my face turns red at the unexpected words, and i wonder if this was really happening. "i- w-what?"

his smirk only grows wider when he sees my face, placing his hands on either side on my face. "get on your fucking knees."

my knees buckle a little, but i force myself to stay up as i contemplate my decision. if i didn't do what he said, he was probably just going to push me onto my knees anyways.

not really wanting to be manhandled and thrown around like a rag doll, i very reluctantly sink down onto my knees.

the smirk never leaves his face as i watch him release the buckle on his belt.

holy shit. this was really happening.

i'm so distracted by the chaos running through my head that i don't notice when his pants seem to fall to his ankles- until something is smacking against my cheek. "what are you waiting for, dumbass? open that pretty mouth of yours."

i panic, hearing all of the thoughts spinning inside my head except for the one telling me to open my mouth. was this really about to happen? how was this happening? a few weeks ago he hated my guts.

my thoughts are cut off when my hair gets wrapped tightly around his fingers, my head being tilted up to look him in the eyes. "open your fucking mouth." he growls.

my mouth immediately opens before he quickly shoves himself inside of it, letting out a groan. i nearly choke at the sudden action.

"fuck.." he mumbles, before demanding, "suck."

my mind short circuits but i obey, hallowing out my cheeks as i suck him off.

"fucking shit.."

he's practically moaning, and my eyes are on the verge of rolling back into my head. i can't believe this is happening.

his hand is still wrapped in my hair as he guides me up and down the length of his cock. i couldn't fucking breathe, but in this moment i didn't seem to mind. nothing mattered more to me now than giving him the best gift he would receive tonight.

"oh, fuck." he moaned, causing me to let out a whimper. the vibrations the noise sends up his cock enough to make him grip my head tighter, holding me in place as he begins thrusting harshly into my mouth.

he tosses his head back, eyes shut tightly as he lets out small noises.

"fuck, look at you," he grunts, watching the scene unfold at his feet. "taking me like that- fuck, yes."

i let out a pathetic whine and he growls, somehow gripping my hair even tighter as he thrusts into me at a rapid pace. "what a little slut." i let out another noise around him and his eyes roll back. "my fucking slut."

his words spur me on, although i can't do much as he has a rough hold on my hair, keeping me still. so instead i whine around his length another time.

"fuck!"

his thrusts are harder now, his sounds more consistent. "gonna make me cum." he growls.

i let out another muffled whine and he presses me further into him. "fuck yeah. oh, god. y/n."

his noises get louder and his thrusts get sloppier, partially relying on me as he gives up a little, overwhelmed. it's only a few seconds before he lets out a loud moan and i feel him cumming, not bothering to slip out of my mouth and he holds me roughly.

soon he slides out, still holding onto my hair as he huffs out, "fucking swallow it."

again, i obey. only this time i don't have a second thought about it, my mind completely fucked out even though i hadn't done anything.

"good girl."

the praise makes me let out a small groan as i lean back into the carpet, out of breath. although i'm not the only one who's worn out, bakugou falling backwards onto his bed with a huff.

he pulls his pants back up but removes his shirt, tossing it down to me as he slides up in his into his natural sleeping position.

hesitantly i pick it up. i guess he wanted me to put it on, huh?

"um- c-can you turn around?" i mumble in the quiet room.

it doesn't stay quiet long though as bakugou lets out a loud laugh. "you just sucked my dick and you're seriously asking me to turn around?"

my face flushes in embarrassment but i silently agree with my stupidity. i feel his eyes on me as i remove my dress, not daring to look at him. i slide the t-shirt on over my head, nothing but my underwear beneath it.

"c'mere." he mumbles.

my reluctance seems to come back, though i still listen, climbing onto the bed beside him. his arm stretches over my body and wraps around my waist, his face going into the crook of my neck.

"thanks for the birthday present, sparky." i can practically hear the smirk through his condescending tone.

oh, god. did that really just happen?

#bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #smut #mha smut #mha #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #mina ashido

[inklessletter]

any sexy steddie headcanons you'd like to share?

Hi anon!

Uf, this question.

Okay.

I've got tons of sexy headcanons but I've got a problem, and that is that I have no "general" hc. What I do have is (a problem) a great number of AUs that has certain hedcanons attached to them. Those hc could actually contradict another hc from another AU of mine.

But since you asked, and for a sexy one (I'm going to understand "sexy" as sexual related) here's one for you that has been haunting me for a while.

(Also, please, if you're reading this and wanna play, you know what to do!)

In this AU they both have an insane level of internalized homophobia and a whole shit ton of issues to work on that are all related to the fact that they're both feeling insanely attracted to each other.

Well in this AU I personaly hc Steve a bit more comfortable than Eddie, maybe because he's got Robin to talk about it. So he gets to eventually accept that maybe he likes Eddie, and he feels attracted to him. I hc Steve as the kind of guy who knows shit about names and labels, just knows Eddie is hot and he forgets to breathe whenever he finds him staring. And it's annoying because from Steve's perspective, Eddie is annoyingly straight. He never mentions anything vaguely queer, or of something comes up he changes the subject, which leads Steve to think that this is just a dead end crush.

But they grow closer and more confident and they start talking about sex. With girls, of course. And somehow, well, they both agree that it would be cool to be part of a threesome. It soon becomes a running joke, until at some party, they actually have the chance to team up to fuck a girl.

And it's weird, they're both nervous about it because the boundaries are very much undernegotiated, it's not like they talked about it. They're in a locked up messy room and there's a vaguely familiar girl between them, turning to one to kiss him stupid, and then to the other one, and neither Steve or Eddie can't take their eyes off of the other. Feeling Eddie's eyes on him while his tongue is deep inside some girl's throat is doing wonders in his pants.

They stick to the girl, though. It's awkward and hot the way they "accidentally" touch each other hads, or press their thighs together when the girl is on her knees blowing them off, taking turns, making ther prettiest noises, but it's Eddie's feather touch what feels electric.

There's this moment in which they both look at each other and are about to kiss, but neither of them actually is brave enough to do so. The end up that first night with the girl between them, all on fours, Eddie fucking her cunt, and Steve fucking her mouth. Both facing each other, not able to look away from the other's eyes.

They don't kiss, but when the girl's moaning are loud and slippery and uncontrollable, Steve says, not tearing his eyes apart from Eddie, "yeah, that's it. Cum for me, baby girl," and, of course, Eddie cums violently like on command.

They do that more times, each time surpassing a slight boundary. They kind of turn it into a healthy competition about who could make the girl come faster. They normalize it. They seek it.

There's this time, Steve's messily making out with a girl, hands grabbing her breasts, her butt, dry humping like there's no tomorrow. Eddie kisses her neck from behind and whispers, low and raspy, "you like it, don't you? The way my friend is fucking your mouth with his tongue, all yours. You could come just from this, couldn't you? I bet you could, I bet he could do that, just using his mouth. Aren't you my lucky girl?", while unbuttoning her jeans and sticking a hand under her ruined underwear to finger her. Steve's eyes rolled to the back of his skull when he felt Eddie's hand. He came one minute later.

There's this other time, in which both Steve and Eddie were sucking on this girl's nipples, and their faces were so close, they could feel the heat coming from their cheeks. They could taste their breaths. Steve started moaning, soft, experimentally, testing the waters. Eddie eventually grabbed the back of his neck and Steve thought "this is it, he's gonna kiss me", but made Steve change the nipple he was sucking on. Steve tasted Eddie's saliva for the first time on some girl's tit.

And the time that settled everything was this other time. Steve was fucking this girl, thrusting her, rhythmically, not missing a beat that was making her moan. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, and the girl's back was against his chest. Eddie kneeled between them and started lapping on the girl's cunt, eating her out like a starved man. At some point Eddie thinks "fuck it", and downs himself a bit and starts licking on Steve's balls, which makes him freeze his movements, and the most embarrasing sound escapes his throat. Eddie takes that as a compliment. Holding the girl in place and moving inside her ever so slightly, Steve becomes a trembling, stuttering mess feeling Eddie's mouth on him. Again, that boosts Eddie's ego, who puts a hand under Steve's thighs and push them both against the bed, now Steve and the girl facing the ceiling. She starts moving, but Steve's frozen. Eddie keeps his legs apart and up, all exposed, and Steve has no time to feel shy because Eddie's tongue is on his hole and he has lost any bit of control. The girl eventually comes and keeps touching herself watching the most amazing show first row. Eddie fingers him, and Steve comes with Eddie's name on his lips. Eddie comes a minute after all over Steve's stomach.

They hadn't even kissed.

That changed after that.

Well that was hot to write.

#inklessletter #anon akss #ask game #answered #smut #steddie

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

cute scenario that came to mind, Killer croc making pals with the reader during one of his stays in prison. They’re like in a cell right next to him but end up striking conversation with Waylon out of boredom, where they hit it off from there as the reader talks to him like any old Joe even knowing who he is. The reader being a surprisingly down to earth sorta person with a way of looking at the silver lining, who never really reveals why they’re in prison in the first place besides “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

sorry if this is too much😅feel free to ignore

"Sharing is caring" Killer Croc x Reader

Don't even worry about being too much! I've just been busy with life stuff which... congrats to me I got one of the highest scores on the final in class. Which. Granted it was only a 75 but that gives you an idea of how stressful this class was. And then scarecrow stuff I was working on and was really excited to show everyone. You're good!

TW: discussions of violence

When they'd first been put in Arkham Asylum for a series of terrible and stupid choices, they expected things to go south very quickly. For fucks sake, most in the criminal world knew the story of Warren White becoming Great White Shark in Arkham.

The new person. The "crazies" at Arkham and how violent they could be. By a stroke of pure luck, they managed to arrive at a time that cells were not shared due to a lack of space. No one to try and stab them in the middle of the night.

Yet their neighbor... They'd heard about Killer Croc. Crimes and atrocities committed. Some said he was trying to turn a new leaf. Didn't stop him from ended up here again.

When the new inmate found themselves bored and understimulated one night during lockup, they managed a small whisper to Mr. Jones. Asking if it's always so, so deathly quiet.

"Nah, usually it's a fuckin' laugh riot. Can't get any sleep."

"So you're sleeping now?"

"What do you think, smart ass?"

It was an exchange that could have gone poorly. Yet they ended up talking until they both fell asleep. They'd wave to one another in passing. More conversations to keep the darkness and the silence away. Then when other more famous rogues came to the facility, it was to block out the hum and buzz of disturbances in the night.

Neither of them spoke to why they were there. It wasn't really needed. There were brief comments here and there about being stupid or violent acts. Both of them on medication to attempt to soothe their minds.

Mostly they spoke about their lives surrounding the criminal. His mother and their path to making up. His grandparents and the sprawling property they sat on. Swamps and weeping willow trees. The new inmate shared personal details of their own. Bonding.

By the time an appeal got turned over this way and that and the newbie was given the chance to leave, they'd become quite close. Talked through wounds Jones was given by guards due to his "dangerous" nature and the electrified collar he was forced to wear. Advice on how to knock a man's teeth back into his throat if he got creepy or too aggressive for the newbie. A silent but obvious vow of protection and vengeance should something happen to one of them.

Waylon was quiet when it was time for them to go. Refused to say goodbye at this point.

"I'm gonna see you later, don't act all sad. Just stop doin' stupid shit and I'll see you." A promise.

Life outside of Arkham was going to get very interesting once the both of them were out...

#killer croc #waylon jones #waylon jones x reader #foxwriting #killer croc x reader

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Jacob did kill Esme in A Leech in the Rain?

Leech in the Rain by me and @therealvinelle

Interesting question.

Let's dive in.

The Immediate Aftermath

We'll say Jacob hasn't been grievously injured by Esme in the struggle. He's able to burn Esme's body and does his best to double back and cover the scent trail such that Edward won't notice Jacob and Esme having gone off alone together and only Jacob coming back.

This is likely... poorly done but Edward's a bad tracker so he might be bad enough that it works.

Edward returns and Esme's not there, Bella notes that neither she nor Jacob have seen her all day, they think she went out to hunt.

Edward accepts but becomes increasingly agitated by her absence. She could have been kidnapped by the Volturi as Charlie was. She might even have been murdered by them. They have no way of knowing where she is when she didn't take her phone.

Bella hints that Esme may have run off to them of her own free will as she's been acting mighty suspicious recently. That freaks Edward out and he goes on his search, what Bella didn't account for was that his search radius would be enough to find the remains of the pyre.

It's possible it was another vampire, but doubtful given the Cullens and their recruits are the only ones in the area. Odd though is that Edward isn't catching familiar scents. Something has been sprayed everywhere to try to cover the scents so he can't make out any of the Volturi or even Esme's scent very well.

Bella tells him this must have been the Volturi method but even Edward is confused as to why Aro wouldn't take credit. He's in such a state of grief, though, he doesn't think to question it.

Now his family is that much closer to breaking, Esme is gone and Carlisle will return to nothing. The Cullens can't be the Cullens again when one of their number is dead.

Edward enters a deep depression.

The Army Buildup

Now, Vlad and Stefan get a little more time than they did in the fic and things are going relatively well. In the fic, Esme's flight to Volterra immediately gave the information of where Vlad and Stefan were, the army they'd raised (which mostly being new vampires, Demetri couldn't track at the time), and Caius immediately launched an assault and wiped them out to a man (Vlad and Stefan barely escaping, and Bella, Edward, and Renee escaping for Jacob's funeral).

In fact, if they're careful, they can do quite well. They can avoid spies if they refuse to accept any more vampires/don't let them near the troops and purposefully keep themselves out of the way. This is somewhat easy as they're out of the recruiting phase and can have some of the vampires they created patrol the territory to catch anyone attempting to spy.

However, Aro will look at the uptick in violent death in any given area, and even as Vlad and Stefan have the troops spread out they won't be able to send them far enough safely enough (might run into another vampire) to spread the nubmers enough that Aro wouldn't notice.

Likely, what they do, is in order to distract Aro and make sure at least some of his power houess are out of Volterra in time they set Renee loose in some city. "You go buy your body lotion, Glenn Coco!"

They do this with several newborn vampires in several major cities across the United States.

While it blows their cover, as Aro will know they intend to move, Aro will either have to sacrifice a city and his secret or else divide his forces.

What they don't count on, of course, is Bella.

Bella Fucks Up Vlad and Stefan's Groove

The Renee plan is great, except it is Bella's mother, and while for a while it looks like Bella would be glad to be rid of the woman and is scheming to do it herself, then Vlad and Stefan send her off, bon voyage, and Bella freaks out.

They've sent her mother to be murdered by the Volturi.

"You'll save your daughter though," Vlad and Stefan point out, not realizing this makes it worse as Bella's turned on her daughter completely and it's Jacob that wants Renesmee back.

Bella refuses to go to Volterra until they save her mother and Vlad and Stefan (as in the fic) do not know if Bella can use her gift unconsciously (e.g. if they cut off her head and tote around her body, does she still work).

They end up having to kidnap Edward to get Bella to accompany them, as they're certain Bella will at least choose Edward (which she will) but what they don't count on is Bella's unbelievable ability to flip sides when convenient to her.

Bella goes along with it right up until they're at the gates (Bella having to be there as her radius doesn't extend quite far enough, at least she claims, to not be in the battle herself) at which point she drops the shield and offers her services as the enemy has kidnapped Edward and torn off his head. They uh can keep Renesmee and Carlisle, Bella hates them both.

Unfortunately for Bella, Aro doesn't trust her and has her executed.

The army is subsequently wiped out, Vlad and Stefan fleeing for their lives once again, and murdering Edward in a fit of rage in the aftermath.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #leech in the rain #bella swan #anti bella swan #jacob black #anti jacob black #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #vladimir #stefan #the romanians #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle

[jacevelaryonswife]

Our Duties

pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

a/n: I try to make my stories/headcanons interactive to the fullest (as far as possible). I not detail reader’s appearance and english is not my first language. Why tumblr is fucking my gif’s quality?

warnings: curse words, fluffy, slight angst, happy ending.

Leaving the Dragonstone hall, you hurried through the grey and unwelcoming corridors of the castle until you reached a far, dark corner. Your scream was loud before and after punching the rock wall in front of your, allowing yourself to cry violently. Your longtime bridegroom was dead. Not missing or injured. Dead. And there was nothing that could be done about your condition.

The truth is that you weren't crying for the grief or the pain that quickly took your hand, but for the sad misfortune of finding another bridegroom. Your deceased suitor had left to fight at Stepstones three years ago, he was a good lad who would give you healthy children and a prosperous life — your mother's words. However, you never fully knew him. He was a soldier, not a husband, and would certainly (quite possibly) become unhappy with you as the years passed.

You didn't notice Prince Lucerys Velaryon across the hall, deeper than you. He watched the entire scene in silence, slightly frightened by your condition. That was one of his places to hide and shed a few tears, not as many as you shed now, but expressed it all the same. What you both didn't know was that, at that moment, fear was a mutual feeling.

"My lady." The young prince's voice was shaky, drawing your attention automatically. Your face was wet and he almost regretted interrupting your moment, because he didn't know how to proceed.

Oh no. By the seven, not that.

"My prince." Forcing yourself to collect, you swallowed back the tears and the strangled cry that broke your lips. You didn't want to stop crying. You just wanted him to go away and let your pain contaminate the environment.

Luke felt like a fool. He interrupted you and didn't know what to say. Gods, he was pathetic.

"Your hand. You hurt your hand.” He forced himself to say, eyes widening. “I wasn't spying. I…” That was definitely worse for both of them. He just wanted to sink to the ground and hide from your presence. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my lady.” His eyes dropped to the floor.

He was a sweet boy. A puppy among dragons. You didn't mean to scold him before, and now, with his shy and tense demeanor, you fear that you scared him with your earlier scene. He has nothing to do with your problems, nor guilt, so you just wave in his direction.

"Thank you my prince." You noticed that he was crying too, but to a lesser extent. Poor boy. "Are you okay?" You voice came out soft.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.” He lowered his head, embarrassed.

You know that your next act was inappropriate and thoughtless, but you didn't spare the impulse that made you approach the prince to hug him. It took Lucerys a moment to reciprocate, not knowing if your intention was to bring comfort to yoursel or him— you didn't know either. At the end of the doubt, he returned your affectionate gesture with his head resting on your shoulder, letting out the breath he had been holding.

Time seemed to freeze for the moment, neither of you pulling away from each other. Sometimes the comfort of a stranger could be good.

“See you later, my prince.” You murmured as you pulled away, watching him wave with puppy dog ​​eyes.

Later, your tears were added to the bathwater. Your chest was tight and desperate thoughts roamed through your head. The palpable fear at family's decision to find another groom choked your mind. You shouldn't be like this, after all, that's what you were raised for: getting married and having children. It was your function, your only and exclusive function as a woman and lady wife. You weren't Princess Rhaenyra and you couldn't reach a male-dominated place.

“The choice of another bridegroom will also be in your hands.” Assured your mother that night, almost making your sigh of relief audible. Fuck! — in the good sense.

Though the smile you radiated was genuine, a little apprehensive, across the palace Prince Lucerys stood terrified and confused. How could he not be? How do you expect him to assume the title of Lord of the Tides if he never had experience? He's not a seaman, he doesn't know how life at sea works, he's not even a Velaryon. He will be completely devoured by the waves of Driftmark.

“It is your duty, brother. I know it might sound scary, but eventually you'll start to understand.” Jace had said a few days ago.

He didn't want to bother his family again, nor did he want to be a nuisance, so he took to taking walks at night to release his turmoil alone. Perhaps the sea surrounding Dragonstone could guide him properly. Luke hadn't noticed sneaky footsteps behind him, surprising himself with your voice almost cut off by the strong wind.

"I didn't know we had preferences for the same places." The young prince turned suddenly with wide, surprised eyes, earning a sweet smile. "I didn't mean to scare you, my prince." Your hair flew violently along with your dress, stopping just inches from him. "I'm sorry if I bothered you earlier and now."

"No, you didn't." His voice was low and meek, sad smile on his face. “I’m sorry about your bridegroom, my lady.”

"Thank you my prince. May I accompany you?”

He nodded.

The first steps were marked by a comfortable silence, just contemplating the dark sky and cold wind that made the night pleasant, but it didn't take long for you to start:

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

“Yes, my lady.”

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to, my prince, but why were you crying earlier?” Your tone was low.

“It was nothing, my lady, don't worry.” He answered uncertainly, pinching his nose. "And and you?" When he realized the question, his voice cracked a little. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question."

"No. It was not." Your gaze fell on the sea, imposing, violent and infinite. A true force of nature. “I wasn't just crying for him. I didn't even know I needed to cry like that, I didn't know there was so much sadness and fear in me, I just… needed to get it out a little. It's normal, sometimes we need to intentionally cry.”

Your confession was true, contained in certain parts, but true. A previously unknown part of you wished he could open up. You don't know why, but you feel like he needed to be heard. Feels like he wanted to be heard.

“I don't like to cry.” Lucerys answered.

“No one likes it, my prince, but we need it sometimes.”

“II was scared.” He initiated. "I still am." His head lowered. “If you needed to do something that you don't feel capable of doing, but it is your duty to do it, what would you do?”

Oh.

You think you understand the situation.

“Our duties were established without our consent, what would I say? Fuck the duties. What I would do? I would be reluctant to lower my head, but we know what the forces are like that command us and make us give in.” Your posture surprised him, drawing the young prince's wide blue eyes. “You may not feel prepared to command driftmark, but you still have time to learn, my prince. Why don't you travel to be tutored by Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys? You would learn from the best seaman that ever lived.”

“But I wouldn't be him.” He was quick to respond. “I will never be him.”

You let out a heavy breath, stopping to face him. “Yes, you will not be like him. I don't know how it feels, but I believe he'll do the best you can. Don't beat yourself up, my prince." Your smile was weak but sincere, being mirrored by him.

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Would you like to return?”

"No. Not now at least.”

Holding his forearm, your smile widened: “Well, I know a place among the mountains where the sky is clear and the stars are big, if you want to join me.”

With the shyest, sweetest smile you've ever seen, Prince Lucerys confirmed, following his trail through the mountains of Dragonstone in the moonlight.

For: @madame-fear ✨

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[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, Chapter 7

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It was still too early to tell anything, but the slight possibility that you were pregnant was enough to scare the living shit out of you. You had let every single wall you had built so high up completely crumble whenever it came to Eddie. You let him in in every single way you swore not to. You weren’t ready for a child, you weren’t ready to become a mother in any sense of the word.

“Y/N?” Sam, your best friends voice, came from behind you as she walked into your RV.

You were thankful the record label made well on offering you a separate bus. It was smaller than the tour bus but you didn’t need a lot of space seeing as it was on you and Sam at this moment.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to talk about this or just sit there with that look on your face?”

“She’s still on the bus with him,” you said, picking at the thread on the couch, “She was supposed to leave last night and I seen her get on the bus with him.”

“Y/N,” Sam sighed, “Please...please don’t fucking let this get to you. Eddie is an asshole and we’ve discovered it early enough for you to not get to hurt over it, yeah?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, whispering a meek, “Yeah.”

Sam sighed softly and sat beside of you as you looked up at her, tears brimmed with unshed tears that threatened to fall. You bowed your head to hide the shame and whispered, “Except he’s not an asshole. The guy I knew wasn’t an asshole, at least. It’s like – FUCK!” you scoffed, anger running through your veins, “Why him? Ya know? I’ve been on tours with guys most girls would drop to their fucking knees for in a heartbeat.”

“Does he know?” Sam asked, watching as you stood up and paced back and forth in the small cramped area, “That you think your…”

“No,” you shook your head, “And I don’t think it. I fear it. I am not ready for a baby and neither is that manipulative motherfucker. I feel sorry for the kid that does exist.” A scoff left your lips and you immediately felt bad for saying that. You didn’t know what Eddie was like as a father. You didn’t know anything about him apparently.

You heard the air breaks let out and you looked out the window to see you were stopping at a shopping center. Another day off and you were thankful for it. You and Sam could get out and have fun, let your mind get off the topics of what might be brewing.

You were going to have fun, dammit.

Your RV parked next to the tour bus and you and Sam walked off, arms linked, to the nearest restaurant which unfortunately was a KFC, but beggars couldn’t be choosy and you were starving. You were in line, laughing and picking with Sam, when the door opened and the guys walked in, sans Stacy which was a shock seeing as she hadn’t left his side since arriving at the hotel.

You had to manage the stuff that went down on the tour. You didn’t have to be friends with them – with him especially.

They all had plenty of times to tell you that he was taken and yet, they sided with their friend. Understandable but not moral.

So you turned your back to them when you realized Eddie was the first to file into the line, putting him right behind you until Sam snatched you forward and stood in between the two of you, giving Eddie one hateful stare, before the two of you returned to your conversation.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he shoved something white in your pocket book that was hanging off your shoulder. It looked like wadded up paper and he did it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it.

“For later,” he said, eyes locking on yours for a split second. You could faintly see his lip was still busted from the previous night and felt a pang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t a violent person – hell, you’d never even been in a fight, and yet you backhanded him like he was some irrelevant man who meant nothing to you. You were no better than he was.

You nodded slightly and then turned to step up to the counter to place your order.

You and Sam were sitting outside at the tables to the left of the restaurant when you seen Stacy stumbling off of the tour bus. Her hair was messy, her clothes halfway put on, and you were sure that she had just rolled out of bed.

“Is that her?” Sam laughed a little too loud as you followed her gaze.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Neat looking thing, isn’t she?”

“You got the thing part right,” Sam snorted, “He can sure pick a trashy girl, can’t he?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the look, right?”

“Yeah, for Pam Anderson. Not Stacy.” Sam laughed, “Jesus…fuck a pregnancy test, you might need to get tested for other things-”

“SAM!” You whined, playfully punching her arm, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam held her hands up defensively, “You’re the one that slept with him.”

Your eyes cut to her and she nodded, “Yeah. That was a low blow. I’m sorry.”

“I slept with him before I knew he had that thing before me.” You sighed softly, “Sam...do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Never let me get that hard up for a man,” you said, watching as Stacy fixed her smeared lipstick in a cars side mirror and fluffed her hair up, “She’s going into a goddamned KFC and is trying to look like a beauty queen.”

Stacy walked into the restaurant and was back outside in a few seconds, Eddie escorting her out by her arm. You and Sam shared a quick glance and then both looked back at them.

“I told you to stay on the bus, Stacy.” Eddie shook his head, “You’re too fucked up to be in public like this.”

“Eddie, I’m just getting something to eat.” She frowned.

“No, you’re not. I said we’d bring you something back.” Eddie pointed to the bus and shook his head, “Go back to bed.”

You could tell by his body language he wasn’t exactly enjoying her company. When she threw her arms around his neck and leaned into him, causing him to stumble back a few steps, that’s when you realized what was happening. He held his hands up and tried to shimmy her off of him, but in her inebriated state, there was no denying that she was missing the cues. She was saying something into his ear as he tried to get her to stand straight back up.

People walking in and out of the restaurant were looking at them suspiciously and you knew if there were any cops called, you’d be the one answering to the record company. Against your better judgment, and Sam’s hand holding you back, you stood up and walked over to them with your hands in your pockets.

“What’s going on?” You asked them both.

“She’s just a little bit drunk still,” Eddie sighed, “She missed her flight this morning.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to do something with her.” You shrugged, “Label won’t pay for groupies to travel along with the bands.”

“Groupie?” She shot up from his chest and turned around to look at you, instantly laughing as she realized who you were, “Oh...you’re the one fucking my husband, but I’m the groupie? Yeah, okay.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was even married because he didn’t tell me a goddamned thing about you,” you shrugged, “So I mean...you weren’t included on the travel list and that means you have to go. You have to be off the bus by tonight or I’ll have you removed.”

“You can’t fucking remove me from anything,” Stacy laughed loudly, “I’d like to see you try, though.”

“I can and I will.” You looked between her and Eddie, “So try me.”

“We’ll find her a way out of here tonight,” Eddie sighed, “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about someone who wasn’t worth mentioning to me in the first place, Eddie.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I’m worried a little bit about you, but her?...nah.”

“You don’t have to worry about my husband,” Stacy grinned as she drunkenly walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I took real good care of him last night in the back lounge.”

You went to shrug her hand off but it was smacked away from you and you turned to look at Sam standing behind you defiantly.

“Stacy, that’s enough.” Eddie eyed the two of you and then tried to pull her back away from you, “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam warned her, “She might not fuck you up, but I will, cunt.”

“I’m standing right here.” Stacy laughed, staggering a bit as she threw her hands in the arm, “Come get me, slut.”

“Fuck you,” Sam spat at her.

“Sam, let’s go. They’re not worth it.” You tried to pull her away from the two of them but moving Sam when she was determined was no easy feat.

“Stacy, enough.” Eddie said sternly, “You’re just fucking lying anyway.”

“You shut the fuck up,” Stacy whirled around to glare at Eddie. You watched as she shoved him backwards roughly. His cheeks seemed to flush red. Embarrassment. He was embarrassed of her. That was certain and for good reason, too. She was making a scene.

“Just get on the bus and go back to bed,” Eddie sighed.

“Fuck you, Eddie. You know this is all your fault anyway. If I had never met you, I’d have been better off. You’re fucking trash, Eddie Munson, trailer fucking trash and that’s all you’ll ever be.” Stacy glared at him as she hit his chest, “You fucked up your own life and you’re trying to take me down with you. What? You think just cause you got out of the trailer park that everything’s going to change? Maddie hates you. Your daughter fucking hates your guts. The kid that neither of us wanted, remember her? She’s two and she hates you, too. Wayne, Dustin, all of them...they fucking hate you. They told me they were glad you left, that you’re just a talentless piece of shit trying to make it big in a world that will chew you up and spit you out because you’re spineless. You’re a fucking spineless, piece of shit coward. I am the only good thing that ever existed in your life and wanted a divorce from me? You wanted to fucking leave me, you stup-”

“That’s enough!” You shouted, jerking her back by her hair, ripping her off of Eddie who was doing absolutely nothing to stick up for himself.

The guys were rushing out of the restaurant and just as they got close enough to step in, Stacy turned around and slapped you so hard it nearly rattled your brain. You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you remember is there was blood and blonde extensions ripped out all over the parking lot. They tried to get you two separated but by the time you were finished with her, Stacy’s face was beat red with blood and your hand prints.

Sam finally got you away from her, along with the help of the guys, and forced you to go back down to the table you were sitting at. Your hands were shaking and you were sure you looked like a mess, but with the way she was talking to Eddie, you didn’t feel bad about it at all. Why did you stick up for him anyway?

You sat and watched as the police cars flew into the parking lot and you were sure you were getting ready to be arrested, but to your surprise, it was Stacy that ended up leaving in handcuffs.

Gareth and Jeff made their way over to you, sitting down at the table on either side of you. You weren’t sure what either of them wanted, or what they were up to, but as you cleaned the small amount of blood off of your face, you didn’t care.

“Thank you for that,” Gareth spoke first. Your face must’ve been shocked by the way he laughed slightly, “We wanted to talk to you last night but Eddie wanted to handle it himself...but Stacy...Stacy has been a thorn in our side for years now.”

“He has a restraining order against her,” Jeff nodded, “But he didn’t want to cause a scene with police at the hotel.”

“They arrested her for breaking the order,” Gareth sighed, following your gaze over to where Eddie was standing, talking to a police officer. He looked embarrassed and disheveled and you felt awful for him, but deep down...you were still angry.

“She’s a fuckin’ wacko.” Sam sighed.

“She’s not a good person, Y/N. That’s why I tried to stop her at the hotel.” Gareth sighed, “Listen...I don’t know exactly what all has gone on between you and Eddie. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you himself what was going on. I don’t know. That’s not my business, really...but he’s soft hearted...he always has been.”

“Don’t try to talk her into talking to him again,” Sam said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the two men beside of you, “She’ll do it when she’s good and ready, understood?”

“We do – we do,” Gareth nodded, “We’re not here to try and right the wrongs. I just know Eddie very well and I know he’s embarrassed by all of this.”

“It could’ve been avoided if he just told me, Gareth.” You frowned, “I would’ve...fuck, I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I would’ve expected an angry wife either way.”

Gareth nodded and looked back at Eddie who was lighting a cigarette, “He’s a good guy, Y/N. Just...maybe don’t hate him for the rest of the tour, okay? The bus feels weird without you there anyway.”

You and Sam shared a look as you watched the two of the men walk back over and comfort their friend, a silent hand on the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he bent forward with his hands on his knees. You had a lot of questions and the only one that could answer them was Eddie himself.

You were thankful that the record label got you another hotel for the night. It was rare they provided two in a row, but as luck has it, they were being accommodating. You passed the room keys out to the guys, giving Eddie once quick glance over. He wasn’t his normal chipper self at all.

“I don’t care what you guys get into, just be back here by 4 PM tomorrow. That’s when we roll out, yeah?” Your eyes roved over all of them as they nodded in silent agreement.

“I’m in room 507 if you need anything,” You said, watching as the guys walked down into the hallway, Eddie leading the pack with a small bag tossed over his shoulder.

“I’m a little worried about him,” you said as you looked up at Sam, the two of you trailing behind as you followed them to the elevators, “He’s being quiet.”

“He just got embarrassed in front of everyone,” Sam frowned, “Maybe you should try and talk to him? Since she’s gone now...maybe you can get it all out?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “Still a bit uneasy feeling around him.”

“You will be until you talk to him.” Sam said, watching as the elevator door shut and then turned to you, “And he’s fuckin’ hot, Y/N. I get it…but men like him don’t exist back home, ya know? He’s got some issues, sure, but...you’re not a saint, either.”

Placing your things in the room, you remembered to check your pocketbook while Sam was in the bathroom, taking a shower. You sat down on the bed searched through your pocket book until you found it. It was a folded up scrap piece of paper that had what looked like scratched out song lyrics on one side. You turned it over and seen in his scribbled handwriting words that broke your heart:

Y/N, Please get rid of her. I’ve tried for two years now and nothing works. I don’t want to involve the police and make a scene. I have a domestic abuse restraining order against her pending our divorce. I know you hate me. Please just get rid of her. I won’t ask for anything else from you. Thank you, Eds.

And with a little bit of pep talk in your shared hotel room, and the promise of not taking too long so you two could still go out for drinks, you found yourself standing at Eddie’s hotel door. You could hear the television playing in the room as you knocked softly.

“Eds, it’s me….I don’t want to argue anymore. I just want to talk, yeah?” You said through the door, resting your head against the cool door frame.

It took him a second to open the door, but when he did, you felt your heart break in your chest. He had been crying, evident by his puffy red eyes and red nose. He opened the door wide enough to let you step inside and the closed it behind you.

“You need something?” He asked softly.

“I want to talk,” you said softly, “Are you okay to talk?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I guess so. I’m-”

“Are you sober?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I haven’t done anything since last night. Promise.”

You followed him out onto the patio as he lit a cigarette and leaned over the banister, watching him from your spot on on the small chair that was situated in the corner. His hands were trembling and you weren’t sure if it was from withdrawals or the emotions of the day. You weren’t sure of anything anymore when it came to him.

“How long have you been using?” You frowned, “Have you been high this entire time?”

“No,” he shook his head adamantly, “I just wanted to let loose a little, ya know? I kicked the addiction when she got pregnant with Madison but I just wanted to have a fun night.”

“Madison is a pretty name,” you said softly as you looked over at him, watching as he took a long shaky drag, “How old is she?”

“She’s uh...she’s two.” He said and you could see him swallow the lump in his throat, “She lives with my uncle Wayne right now.”

“Wayne who raised you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Good ole Wayne Munson.”

“When did you get married?”

“Fresh out of high school,” he snorted, “Two junkies thinking we could make it in this fucking world. She’s the one that got me hooked on the shit in the first place. I just...i thought I could get away from it all, you know? We got signed and I thought everything would change.”

“Eddie-”

“I am a coward,” he said, wiping his nose on his shoulder, “She’s exactly right. I’m a coward and I fuckin’ run from all of my problems.”

His cigarette burned orange out on the dark patio. You watched as he took a long drag and sat down, then leaned back against the wall behind him, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I have a kid who doesn’t even know me,” He sniffed roughly, “She’s beautiful, too. God, she’s gorgeous and she’s so full of life and I...I know nothing about her. I know Wayne’s got her. He’ll raise her good, ya know? He’s a good dad...he was the best option for me too when I was younger.”

“Why didn’t you want her – Maddie? Why didn’t you want Maddie?” Your voice was soft.

“Because I was scared,” he said, shakily exhaling the smoke, “I didn’t know how to be a dad. I read something that we all end up like our fathers. And if I would have stayed with Stacy, Y/N, I’d be on death row just like he is cause I would’ve fuckin’ killed her. It’s always been like that with her. She fucks everything up for me. I didn’t want Maddie to grow up like I did. She didn’t deserve to see the shit that I did and I panicked and left her there at Wayne’s, just like my dad did to my mom and me more than once.”

“Eddie-”

“I know I’m not like him. I never hit Stacy – even when she was beating me, I never hit her back. But I’m just no better than him when it comes to being a dad.” He laughed sarcastically, “And you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You did hurt me,” you nodded, “But that’s nothing to beat yourself up over anymore. I can see why you wanted to ignore her existence...but Eds, you could’ve told me that you were separated at least. I opened up to you and told you things that I’ve never told another soul...I thought we knew each other, but it turns out that I know nothing about you at all, really. I don’t know what I can trust anymore.”

“I didn’t lie about anything else,” he said, finally getting the balls to turn and look you straight in the eye, “I just didn’t expect you to...mean so much to me, you know? Like I – I never expected to come out on tour and fall in love with you.”

“Neither of us did.”

“I thought flirting was as far as I’d get and then...we kissed and nothing had ever felt that right to me before. No one ever felt that good against me,” he snorted, “No one has ever felt like you have, Y/N.”

“I can’t say that I forgive you,” you said softly, “Not right away. I’m sorry that I freaked out and didn’t listen to you….and I’m sorry that she treated you like that. I’m not sorry that I beat her ass, though.”

He laughed softly as he leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the night sky, “She deserved that.”

“Jeff and Gareth said you had a restraining order against her,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Do you really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do. It’s what started the separation. Maddie was just a baby and she slapped her out of my arms when I was trying to feed her. The baby wouldn’t quit crying after that and I didn’t know what to do, so I took her to the hospital. The workers there gave me the resources I needed, ya know?...took Maddie, dumped her at Wayne’s...and I fucking ran from all three of them.”

“Have you seen her since then? Maddie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I visit...and I pay Wayne as much as I can...I just think their lives would be better if I wasn’t in it. Wayne’ll do right by her. I know he will. He stuck with me through thick and thin and my thin got real thin several times...but if I’m not around them, then I can’t hurt them anymore.”

You found yourself moving closer to sit on the patio next to him, hearing his sniffles come back and you knew he was on the brink of tears again. You bit back your own tears as you watched his shoulders shake with silent sobs as he leaned forward, burying his face in his lap. He was silent for a few minutes as you gently stroked his back, fingers moving over smooth bare skin in an attempt to calm him down.

“Y/N,” he said as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. I just...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

And you knew, deep down, he was. The way his face looked when he said the words resonated deeply inside of you and you reached out, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against you as you. He tensed at first, arms stilling himself, and he realized who you were and where he was, and he melted against you.

“Can we start over?” He mumbled against your chest, “Please?”

#Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger Things fanfic #Stranger thigns #Eddie Munson AU #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson #angst #Thefreakymunson

[beewolfwrites]

Magnetism - Part 2

So you all wanted a part 2 of the Chishiya/Reader reunion, and here it is :) 

(If I’ve been very slow this last week, i’m really sorry. Just within the last three days I’ve had a concert, an all-day job interview and a first date, so I wasn’t able to write that much)

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Going head to head with Chishiya over a chessboard in his hospital room had quickly become your new favourite pastime. You had never really been a fan of chess until now; strategy wasn’t exactly your biggest strength, and every time you had played before, you either lost miserably or ended up locked in a situation where neither you nor your opponent could move without losing several pieces at once. You really didn’t like chess, but maybe it wasn’t the game itself that kept you coming back.

‘I’m moving my bishop.’ You picked up the piece and twirled it between your fingers, trying to find the best place to put it. 

Chishiya watched on silently. He did that a lot. It was impossible to anticipate his next move. The chessboard was balanced on his knees, and you had pulled up a chair beside his hospital bed in order to play. 

You set the bishop down between two of his pawns. ‘I think I’ll drop it here. I’m allowed to do that, right?’ 

‘You’re allowed,’ he said. However, his queen seemed to appear from nowhere, knocking down your poor bishop. ‘It doesn’t mean you should.’ 

‘My bishop!’ You watched him drop it by his side, a mass grave of your pieces nestled between the rolls of his blanket. ‘You know I don’t play much chess. You could go a little easier on me, you know.’

‘I already am,’ he replied curtly. ‘If I go any easier, I’ll just be letting you win.’ 

‘Yeah… and?’

A rough groan sounded from behind a blue curtain in the bay next to Chishiya’s. ‘Keep it the fuck down, why don’t you? Nobody gives a shit about your game, and some of us are trying to sleep here.’ 

‘I could say the same thing,’ you said. ‘Your snoring is driving me insane.’ 

‘I don’t snore.’

‘You sound like a tractor.’

There was a loud crack of skin against wood as Niragi pounded the bedside table with his fist. ‘Come here and fucking say that! I dare you.’ 

‘Yeah?’ You snickered. 'Why don’t you come here instead? Oh wait. You can’t.’  Chishiya glanced lazily between you and the blue curtain. ‘I wouldn’t rile him up if I were you. It’s hard enough getting him to stop.’ He gestured to the board. ‘Your turn.’

Drowning out Niragi’s violent protests, you analysed the board in front of you. You couldn’t move your queen because of Chishiya’s knights, and your castle was blocked by his pawns. 

‘Here then.’ You moved your knight forward left, threatening his own. 

His eyes lifted to yours, and in that moment, you realised a little too late that you had dug your own grave. Ignoring your knight, he moved his queen forward three paces. 

‘Checkmate.’ 

Really? Again?!

You huffed and leaned back in your chair, giving up entirely. You had played with him so many times over the last week to no avail. In fact, you had never once been close to winning. No matter what moves you pulled, he was always three… no, five steps ahead. 

‘What’s the point of us playing, if I barely even have a chance at winning?’ Wait…

A memory struck you. 

It crackled through your mind like lightning; an abandoned multi-storey car park… A strong sense of dread in the pit of your stomach… A man in a white hood - no, Chishiya. He looks calm, but weary, if not a little smug. People are standing around clutching phones, some terrified, but you only have eyes for Chishiya. Unmoving as a pond with his cruel, cruel smile.

‘We have such a small chance of winning, so why bother playing the game at all?’

You didn’t realise that you had frozen in your seat until Chishiya said your name.

 Not that Chishiya, this one right here in the hospital. It was so easy, yet so difficult to differentiate between the two. And that smile you had seen, the coldness behind it, his callous demeanour. Was the Chishiya from your memories really the same person sitting in front of you right now? 

There was a strange remembrance in his eyes, as though he could see straight through you. 

Whatever this is, I have to remember it. I need to! 

You couldn’t leave things like this. Whilst you had talked about the lasers and the strange feelings you experienced after the meteorite incident, you had never really addressed the elephant in the room. But for now, you were aware that visiting hours were quickly drawing to a close.

‘When are you discharged?’ You asked. 

‘Two days.’ 

‘I have no plans for the rest of this week.’ 

He nodded, thinking carefully. ‘Meet me in Ueno Park on Thursday,’ he said. ‘At eleven. By the Toshogu shrine.’ 

Sounds like a plan, you thought, rehearsing his words. Ueno park, 11am, the shrine. Got it! 

‘I’ll be there.’

You cleared away the chessboard and slid the box into a bag. Chishiya was staring down at the sheets on his bed, eyes shifting back and forth in deep concentration. It was strange, like he barely even noticed that you were leaving. You took one last look at him, hunched over, hair draping over his face, before closing the door to his room softly behind you. 

Needless to say, Thursday couldn’t arrive fast enough. You had the date, place and time set in your phone calendar. You weren’t actually sure why you were so excited for this meetup. You had no chess to play, and in all honesty, you weren’t really sure how to ask about the strange memories you had witnessed. And more than that, what was it about Chishiya’s presence that drew you towards him? He was quiet, in some ways snarky and unhelpful. At times he was callous and cold. So why him? 

It was eating away at you inside. Even when Thursday finally arrived, you were still perplexed by these conflicting feelings, struggling to understand what any of it meant.

But you were ready to find out. 

As you wandered through the footpaths of Ueno park, bypassing the museum and gallery, your eyes wandered up to the lines of blossom trees, branches loaded with ripening cherries. If only it could have been spring again; the blossoms had been beautiful earlier in the year when they scattered across the paths in a shower of pink and white rain. Maybe one day in the spring you could return, and even invite Chishiya too. 

The Toshogu shrine was impossible to miss, with its golden doors and accents that glistened in the summer sunshine. Working your way through the crowds gathered in the small square in front of the shrine, you swerved groups of tourists snapping photographs, and chose instead to wait at the side of the grand structure. 

You checked your watch. 10:56. 

Perfect. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels, keeping an eye out for blond hair. The crowds were heavy, pushing past each other and clustering in the middle of the pathways, and it seemed impossible to identify any one person in the masses. 

But you did. 

You felt it once again, that magnetism drawing your eyes to him no matter where he was. He was wearing a light grey cardigan and a white t-shirt, and had his hands tucked into his pockets. Despite the crowds, he was staring into the distance, but then stopped in his tracks, his eyes immediately shifting to yours. 

Can he feel it too?

He crossed the small square towards you and you met him halfway, your mind suddenly blank in his presence. It felt unusual seeing him outside of the hospital, and you instantly began to wonder what his real life was like, what music he listened to, what food he liked to eat. He was standing in front of you now, and you made to speak, but then your eyes drifted down to his collar where the barest hint of a white dressing could be seen once more. 

‘We should probably get away from all these tourists,’ you said. 

‘Probably.’ 

With all these people pushing past one another, it was starting to worry you. During that trauma group session, he had mentioned being pierced by two building rods. His injuries couldn’t possibly have healed within this span of time, and you were wary of someone pushing into him and hurting him further. You led him towards a bench between two cherry trees, a place where you could both enjoy the city view. 

‘Are you sure it’s okay for you to be discharged this early?’ 

He shrugged. ‘Normally we’d keep a patient in longer for observation. But the hospitals are overrun.’ 

‘Ah… makes sense.’ 

Chishiya had once mentioned being a medical student, and how it now felt being on the other side of the operating table. He was lucky to get a bed, too. After the meteorite, the surrounding hospitals in the area had been in a state of chaos. Injured citizens, families, children were all being treated while sitting on the floor of the emergency wards; there simply weren’t enough beds to go around. At first, the hospital corridors were lined with patients in stretchers, the staff running around in an overworked panic, not unlike a war zone. 

‘So you remember lasers too.’ Chishiya said suddenly. 

‘Kind of,’ you admitted. ‘I think that’s why I’ve been avoiding the colour red. Something about it makes me feel like I’m going to be struck, you know, like lightning? But not like that at all. I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense to me.’ 

Chishiya passively stared at a couple as they walked by our bench. Seeing them together made me feel jealous somehow. ‘What else do you remember?’ he asked. 

You took a deep breath. 

‘You.’ 

Neither of you spoke. You waited for a chuckle… sarcasm… utter dismissal of the idea… Chishiya was usually quite predictable. However, instead of shooting you down as you’d expected, Chishiya gave a small nod of understanding. 

‘I’m pretty sure that trauma group meeting was the first time I’d ever seen you,’ you explained. ‘But when you came into the room, I had this sense of dejavu. I had—I don’t know.’

‘You remembered things.’ He swiftly interrupted your train of thought. ‘You had strange memories that don’t make sense.’ 

‘Well, yeah.’ You frowned, puzzled. ‘I remembered things I’m confident I’ve never seen, like bullet wounds, and a burning hotel. And Shibuya, but really overgrown like the plants had taken over the city. Is that weird?’ 

‘Not really,’ he said. Then he paused. ‘I saw them too.’ 

He saw them? The same memories?

It couldn’t have been possible, and yet, Chishiya’s reaction was so cavalier, as though you’d just described a regular everyday occurrence. And then an idea sprung to mind. It would sound crazy, and he’d probably think you were insane, but this whole experience was already crazy.

‘Maybe we went somewhere else in that one minute.’ 

He tilted his head, curious now. ‘Somewhere else?’

‘Yeah, like a faraway place. Or a parallel world?’ 

He hummed slowly, smirking. ‘Perhaps. For just one minute?’

‘Time works differently in parallel universes, I think. It’s not impossible.’ 

‘Maybe,’ he mused. ‘Who knows?’ 

You weren’t really sure of what to say next. If he shared the same experiences, the same flood of unfamiliar memories, then perhaps he could sense this connection between the two of you. The magnetism that drew you together. There was only one way to find out. 

‘Hey Chishiya?’ 

‘Hmm.’

‘Do you want to go to Ueno Zoo with me?’ 

Mild surprise flashed across his face, then disappeared. ‘Right now?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

Your confidence was draining by the second. Surely he was only interested in your strange memories. Of course he wouldn’t want to go to a zoo with you. Why would he? Plus he was probably still in terrible pain, and trailing around a zoo would only make it worse. And then what if he only agreed out of pity, or because you’d put him in an awkward position where he couldn’t say no.  ‘You don’t have to,’ you said quickly. ‘I might come back with a friend this weekend anyway, so it’s no big deal if you don’t want to—‘ 

‘Sure.’ 

Wait. Was this really happening? 

‘You mean?’ 

‘I’ll go with you,’ he said simply. ‘I have nothing better to do.’ 

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning ear to ear, even when he looked at you as though you had gone mad. You couldn’t help it. Your heart was singing in your chest, not just because Chishiya had agreed, but because after all the hurt and emptiness you had suffered, this was the new beginning you had been craving all along. 

#alice in borderland #aib #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x reader #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘’WICKED GAME PT.5’’

Dr Strange x fem reader

- the tension. the tension. the tension

The face you were making was ensuring Stephen was travelling upon roads best left untread. He knew this was something he couldn't take back and he had to make peace with it- although he knew how much mayhem you could cause him. Your stare was scorching, filled with a swirling confusion and a destitute hope that Stephen would be happy drowning in, but right now he needed you to say something, anything to take him out of his head and melt against your warm embrace. You took a beat to study him before you risked it all.

Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his cheek- as a twisted, longing form of a thank you that neither of you knew how to properly articulate like two normal people. Stephen let you cling onto him, your soft lips proving a plush landing for the verbal tongue lashing he was expected to face. But no. You kissed him on the cheek, as if you were the one that was comforting him, the salve to all burning blisters and the medicine to all sickness. Stephen was as bewildered as he was confused.

Then you finally leaned back and revisted the eyes that haunted your dreams, the gaze that was icy and chilly but you knew in your heart that's not what he was. He may be hellbent on proving that he is but you weren't buying a single fucking second of it.

‘’Thank you.’’ You breathed.

Throughout the entire night, you were both mingling with the crowd as if you were seasoned regulars. Though what made Stephen nervous was that he overheard some whisperings of this casino night actually being used as a curtain for weeding out snitches and rats. He was becoming increasingly weary as the night went on, what made it worse was that he was having trouble finding you- maybe all of this was a mistake. He was starting to think that this was an incredibly stupid play and he didn't want to lose his life over something as dumb as this. How did it fucking come to this? How on earth did he get under Tony's thumb that easy? He wouldn't be surprised if it was his plan all along. What would Stephen rather gamble with? The mission or both of your lives? The thought made reality seem like a deep fever dream.

Stephen was on his own personal mission and that was to find you. You left him shaking in silence when you let go of him from your embrace and walked away from him- leaving him high and dry on the dancefloor. It felt like something out of one of your cliche CDs. Stephen's eyes scanned all over for you, from corner to corner and that's when he finally found you- conversing and laughing with one of the most prolific mafia bosses in the city at the bar. He obviously wanted to pull your panties down and feel every single inch of you- it was as clear as fucking day, he wasn't exactly trying to hide from it. Stephen knew how to deal with the fabric of the universe being ripped apart but he definitely did not know how to deal with this. But his feelings were surging and bubbling quietly yet violently. It absolutely wasn't a rational feeling but it was difficult to keep any of this objective but his sixth sense kept blaring. Now he was glaring at you like an asshole. He had no right at all to feel this way. He had no right at all. But did he care about that right now? No. Stephen would much rather have you yell at his face than bury your dead body- you were drowning with sharks out there

It didn't take long before he found his feet pounding against the ground to pull you away from this asshole's grasp.

It was just a silly little game you were playing, it didn't mean jack shit...but it felt personal. The man that was brushing against your arm was one of the biggest suppliers for heroin in the city, it practically ran through his veins. Flirting was the oldest play in the book and it really sent your standards spiralling but it's simple. Men only think about one thing: sex.

‘'So uh- is it improper of me to ask for my own personalised shipment or does that reward come elsewhere?’’ You smirked with a slight twinkle in your eye. Ugh. Men. ‘’The order come from you? Or…’’

‘'Sweetheart, believe it or not I'm not actually in charge of the actual crates.’’ He chortled as he took another sip of brandy.

Oh? This is new information. Good. You didn't want to push your luck and really press him for an answer. So a plan started to form in your head.

Stephen cleared his throat before swinging his arm around you ‘’Excuse me. We should get going. It's late.’’ Stephen gave the prick in front of him a chilly 'fuck off' smile. What the fuck was he doing? ‘’Hey baby. We should get going.’’

No way was he doing this right now. Not when you were this close.

You prayed that he would, for this time at least, just let you continue with what you were doing. You shot him a pleading look, you weren't being snarky, you weren't undermining him- you were being genuine. Practically saying ‘’please don't’’ with your face. Hoping it would be enough to make him understand.

Stephen didn't listen. He didn't even give you the time of day. He just wrapped a possessive arm around your waist and pulled you away from prying eyes and into a private corner of the plaza, the blaring lights clouding your view as annoyance and sadness ran through you all at once. If only he saw reason. He was letting his emotions in the way...but weren't you doing that too? Why was being a hypocrite so easy?

‘’Care to explain why you're manhandling me?’’ You seethed when he finally let go of you, eyes darting from feature to feature to find some semblance of sanity within him.

‘’All of this is a trap, we need to leave.’’ Stephen was being partially honest by letting you know that everyone in here wanted to find you. But the sole reason he dragged you away was more selfish.

Shit. You knew he wouldn't be happy about this.

‘’I know.’’ You stated.

Stephen stilled, his eyes wild when he saw your mouth open and close when uttering those words. You knew? And you thought it would be a good idea to risk your life and his by dragging him along? How could you be so callous? So careless. Stephen's nostils flared and his face contorted into a scowl.

‘’We're leaving. Now.’’ His voice was drenched in unease and disdain, his glare darkening when he offered you his hand for you to hold in order to not seem suspicious. ‘’Come.’’ You frowned but you took his hand against your better judgement. Shit. He was angry. And you had no other choice than to follow him this time- to your dismay, maybe you thought this out all wrong. Maybe this was a stupid move. You knew all along that it would be tight but you did it anyway. Now Stephen was trying to save you from your own reckless endagerment

Your hand in Stephen's was...paradoxical. You never would have imagined this is how you would have to act with him. Playing make pretend. His skin was warm. His hands were a touchy subject that best be left unprodded but as he was leading you out of the casino, all you could do was stare at how beautiful his hands were- scars and all. His palm fit in yours perfectly, melded together like glue and all you thought about was how he was using his hand to hold yours right now. Even when his fists were an outlet for his anger, he was using them to hold your tenderly yet tightly. You felt an electric charge through a simple touch but you weren't sure if he felt it too.

He did. He wanted to feel it again.

Stephen hailed down a cab and being the 'gentleman' he was, he made sure you got in safely first. You were sat in the backseat with an expressionless scowl on your face, your arms were crossed together to convey your obvious opposition to all of this. Fuck! You could've gotten somewhere. Yes, it was risky, yes it was dangerous but you could've had all of this shit over and done with and gotten back to your lives beforehand. That's what you wanted...isn't it?

Stephen sat next to you and closed the door and informed the driver of the cab the address. He knewhe got you in a pissy state but he didn't give a flying fuck...you were safe and out of the vipers den. That's all that mattered. Stephen let silence settle over you both when the cab drove off.

You didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say.

‘’I should be angry with you.’’ You breathed in defeat. You couldn't lie, being petty and holding a grudge wasn't something you felt inclined to waste your time on. You understood why.

He wanted to protect you. It was the first time you ever felt something like that. Stephen said he couldn't stop thinking about you.

Damn. Damn him for making all of this complicated for the sake of being complicated. ‘’But I can't be.’’ You turned your head to meet his eyes as a sign of sincerity. A sign you were being deadly serious. ‘’You want me safe, you make me feel safe. How can I argue with that?’’

Stephen stared at you, a little taken aback at your confession but he didn't show it.

‘’You can't but I feel like I have to remind you that I trust you. And I don't usually find myself putting my trust in people let alone admitting it.’’ He implored you to get that it wasn't you, it was them.

Even though your impulsivity got the best of you sometimes, he trusted you.

When you got back into the motel, you were exhausted. Tired and hungry didn't even begin to cover it.

Stephen being Stephen just shrugged off his blazer and went straight for the whiskey to absolve himself of something you couldn't quite identify. You went into your room to rid yourself of this tight dress that was cutting off all forms of circulation, you just wanted free of this torture. It was a beautiful dress though. You stared at yourself in the mirror to help you view where your zipper was but your arms just couldn't reach it. For fucks sake. As if this night couldn't get any worse. You reached and reached but your efforts proved to be fruitless.

Stephen was sat down at the table. Drinking the night away even when you called him out on it. The whiskey only reminded him of you. Everything was just you. He let out a prolonged breath when he just ditched the glass and went straight for the bottle, but before he could take a swig, he heard your struggling grunts. His feet were already hitting the ground to find out what was going on, your door wasn't closed so he bit the bullet and creaked it open. He found you struggling to reach the zipper of your dress- the dress he wanted to rip apart with his bare hands when he first saw you in it. Coming full circle. You stopped your efforts and peered up at him silently.

‘My zipper..’’ You breathed sensually and Stephen wasn't certain if you meant it to come out like that but Jesus fucking Christ…it was like you were begging him to undo it.

‘’Let me...’’ Stephen mumbled under his breath thickly as he slowly made his way over to you like a sly fox on the prowl. It excited you the way his gaze darkened with every step he took.

Stephen positioned himself behind you and he could view both of your reflections in the mirror, you sighed when he brushed your hair to the side and you could feel his gaze flit from the reflection to the zipper. His fingers could be classed as teasing you, he slowly gripped onto the zipper and undid it torturously. Slowly. Painfully. His blue eyes were fixed intently on you, his lips thin and eyebrows creaded when he saw your eyes flutter closed.

Shit. So he was affecting you. It definitely gave him a large confidence boost.

Stephen thought he was pushing his luck when he decided to slowly trace his fingertips down the bare skin your undone zipper left. He was so close to letting his lack of inhibitions be the reason he fucking undressed you and got you naked before him but you whizzed around to face him. You blinked up at him desperately, faces so damn close to each other...noses almost grazing...lips almost touching.

Eyes filling with a quiet need you were trying so hard to quell and he was so fucking desperate to kiss you...every fibre in his body wanted it. You clearly wanted it too.

‘’Goodnight.’’ Stephen said before walking away from you and out of your room.

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange #doctor strange smut #doctor strange x female reader

[fangerine]

i'm not jewish. i think, maybe a great great grandparent was but that's neither here nor there. but even though i'm not jewish, i was always made aware from a young age how rampant anti-semitism is in not just the united states where i live but globally. when i was 12, my mom encouraged (made me) read "the diary of anne frank". i believe it was only then that i began to truly recognize just how horrible the holocaust was. i don't think my public education did a very good job of teaching people how evil it really was. there seemed to be some sort of assumption that kids "just know". we didn't see the horrors of it actually displayed in books. i know that a world history class can't spend the entire time on one event but a few pages can't ever grasp the ruthless slaughter of six million innocent people. memorizing numbers and dates for some test worth five points will never get the message across to kids that something as horrible as that happened much less than a hundred years ago.

i grew up christian. i'm not anymore but i will never EVER in the good ol' united states of america be afraid of being attacked for my religion. christians can fuckin' whine and complain all they want about being "persecuted" but the fact is that in 2021, the FBI reported that over 50% of religion-related hate crimes were anti-jewish.

over fifty fucking percent.

we always say "never forget" and "never again" but you can find countless surveys where an alarming amount of people either don't know or fervently deny that SIX MILLION PEOPLE WERE SLAUGHTERED FOR BEING JEWISH.

i know the persecution of jews goes much further back than the holocaust but hopefully, my point is clear.

in the past few weeks, i saw a burned apartment door of an elderly jewish couple in paris. they would have been toddlers when germany occupied france in 1940. i saw jewish families in germany with the star of david spray painted on their doors. i've seen people in protests proudly waving nazi flags in new york city. samantha woll, a synagogue leader was just murdered outside of her home in detroit. i can go on but i think you see the picture.

i'm not jewish but i don't need to be for these disgusting acts to horrify me. what i've come to realize (and maybe this is wrong) is that the hatred of jews has become so frequent in our society, that it's not really looked at anymore. it's not "newsworthy" and therefore, many people just don't care.

i'm not sure what i can do except speak up. i fear for the safety of jews all around the world. there are so many ignorant and hateful people out there making it so dangerous. jewish families aren't sending their children out of fear that something could happen at their schools. jewish people are scared so please, don't be ignorant. know the history. for non-jews like myself, we have a duty to educate ourselves and listen to a group of people who have been targeted and violently persecuted for centuries.

for jews who see this post. i'm sorry this increase in hatred towards your community is happening. i can't possibly begin to know how you must be feeling but know that you aren't being ignored by everyone. your cries for justice are NOT unheard.

if there is anything that i can do to help, please reach out. if there's anything wrong with this post, please say something. i am trying my best to be educated but know i don't and will most likely never have the full picture. i would love to add links, resources, and whatever else that is useful and important.

#anti semitism #antisemitism #judaism #jewish #also if you're jewish and i'm being out of line right now #you can gladly tell me to delete this or shut up #i'm just extremely bothered by what is going on and why non jews are just #crickets atm