#physical contact restricted only to marriage

[lycanthology]

i wish i could blow up ppl for touching me one of my coworkers grabbed my arm to look at my new tattoo and i still feel gross from it -_-

#physical contact restricted only to marriage

[french-unknown]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: luffy 𝐂/𝐖: fluff, domestic 𝐖/𝐂: 1.9k+

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐛𝐲 @𝐭𝐡𝐞-𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He really likes physical contact so he shows his affection a lot with more or less restrictive touches or hugs.

Whether in public or in private, it's no surprise to see him glued to you. For example, when he's bored, he comes and collapses on your back. When he wants to have fun, he takes your hand so that you follow him or when he is happy, he gives you flash kisses. He's just by your side all the time.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 

What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Always there in case of problem to support you

Always there to make you smile

Always there to bring you with him in deadly situations

You met on your home island Skypiea, more precisely in Upper Yard, where you were one of Ener's priests. Unfortunately you weren't for the right reasons because the god recruited you by force by threatening to strike down your whole family when he knew you could use the "mantra". The Straw Hat Crew hunted Ener, and therefore saved your family, so you decided to join them for other adventures.

SOURCE | Minecraft: One Piece - Skypiea | Episódio 6

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

He is a very clingy person and he shows it most often with cuddles ranging from slight touches to very invasive ones.

So you can either find yourself with him on the bow of the Thousand Sunny, placed between his legs with your back against his chest to look at the sky while laughing, or with him totally drunk who comes to make you a masterful tackle on the ground by jumping on you and who wraps his arms and legs several times around yours.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

He doesn't want to settle down. His only goal in life is to become the King of the Pirates so settling down is not a priority and, in addition, he prefers living in community with your crewmates like you do on the Sunny.

A DISASTER! When he has to wash the dishes, he breaks them. When he has to sweep the floor, he leaves piles of dust in a corner. When he has to do the laundry, he makes it reduce by 3 sizes. When he has to cook, he poisons everything. It's a real household hazard.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

He will do his best to hurt you as little as possible, even if it means smiling or letting you insult him and hit him freely. He won't let things drag on and will prefer a quick separation rather than postponing the breakup at the risk of you getting attached or projecting yourself too much. No matter the situation, he will prioritize your well-being over his own.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄(𝐄)

How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Even if he has no trouble announcing that you're together and he's not interested in anyone else, he's also not into marriage. For him, what you already have suits him very well and he doesn't really see the point of changing. He won't be against it if you really want it, but he just doesn't see the benefits.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄

How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He was in no way physically or mentally violent.

He is rather nice in the golden retriever way: affectionate, adorable but sometimes a little clumsy. You will therefore find yourself in situations where, while you are sleeping, he will punch you in the face while turning over. Otherwise, it will mostly be unintentional blunders that can hurt you.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒

Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

He therefore loves hugs a lot and does them very regularly, it's his main way of showing you his love.

His hugs tend to be quite playful: forget the long hugs, he will instead jump in front of you to hug you and, just before you have time to fully close your arms around him, he will already be gone with the shadow of a kiss on your face.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

How fast do they say the L-word?

Very quickly.

He doesn't bring as much weight to those words as other characters might put to them. For him, showing his love comes down to deeds rather than words, so saying "I love you" isn't that serious to him. In addition, it seems to make you happy so why deprive yourself of it?

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

He's not a jealous person: he has no self-esteem problem, he is not suspicious of the people he meets - even if sometimes he would have every reason to be - and he has great confidence in you. In his mind, there's no way he'll be betrayed by you. So he's not jealous when he sees you spending time with someone else.

The most he can get is mild annoyance at you when he wants your attention but you're busy with someone else. He will then become a noisy baby who will annoy you until you either pay attention to him or you piss him off.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

He loves flash kisses because he finds it fun to surprise you with a kiss before running away. Or to put a multitude of kisses all over your face.

He often doesn't stay in place so quick kisses suit him very well too with a slight preference for all your face.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

How are they around children?

He finds children amusing, quite endearing and he tends to want to protect them. He will then have two modes around them: the "clown" mode and the "big brother" mode.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

How are mornings spent with them?

He wakes up and immediately goes to eat his breakfast before being ejected from the table while collecting as many leftovers as possible. He then continues his morning with a session of cuddles with you while trying to convince you to steal food in the kitchen with him. Your part in his plan would be to take Sanji out of the kitchen and entertain him. Afterwards, whether you help him or not, he will try to break in.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

How are nights spent with them?

No matter how you fall asleep, you'll always end up waking up the next morning with Luffy wrapped around you.

I'm not just talking about him lying behind you like a big spoon or lying on top of you with his head on your chest or in your neck. No. He will literally be wrapped around you with his legs and his arms which hold you like a human-sized octopus whose only goal in the sea is to prevent you from any movement other than breathing. You just have to pray that he doesn't drool on you too much.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

It's not that he's particularly mysterious, but he's not the type to confide on his memories if he doesn't see the point in them. For example, you discovered along with the crew that Garp was his grandfather and it was Zoro who told you that he had a big brother called Ace who was the commander of Whitebeard's 2nd fleet.

It's quite frustrating and can sometimes lead to small arguments.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

How easily angered are they?

As long as you don't make remarks to him or hold him back just before he goes to eat, he will be extremely patient. He won't get angry, say one word over another or insult you and that's one of his fundamental principles.

Already as a person, Luffy is someone who is difficult to upset unless his friends are taken out, so it will be the same with you.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐒

How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Unfortunately, he's not really the type to remember details about you. Already he calls you by your first name and not by the strange nickname he found you on Skypiea, that's already it, but he's not the one who would remember your birthday, what you like or steps or stories from your past.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

He liked you the most when you were in Enies Lobby and fighting against Kalifa. You were one-on-one with the soap woman after you were separated from the rest of your group but, by some strange coincidence, he had ended up within earshot of where your fight was taking place. He heard an unknown female voice criticize him for his mediocrity.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crash from the other side of the wall between you, which was quickly followed by a moan of pain from your mouth. However, when he was about to enter the room to dismantle this person who dared to attack you, he heard a cry of surprise before another even louder crash was heard. This noise was followed by many others and then silence returned.

"He will become the Pirate King, bitch!"

At that moment, he felt a sense of pride explode in his chest so strongly that he felt like he could have died just to hold it inside him a little longer. He was deeply happy to see how much you believed in him and it made him want to love you even more.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

He's not very protective in the sense that he knows you can defend yourself, but he'll be ready to defeat anyone who dares to lay a hand on you.

As far as he is concerned, he is not very fond of being protected either because he considers that it tends to hinder his adventures so, if you start being too much on his back, he will try to get away.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐑𝐘

How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He sadly won't invest a lot of effort in birthdays, dates, gifts or everyday tasks which can create trust issues for you in the relationship given his lack of interest.

However, he is so happy around you and he is so devoted to reminding you of his love by communicating it verbally that it erases some of your uncertainties.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘

What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Other than his lack of investment in the relationship? His tendency to put the whole crew in danger to save an island from a dictatorship every time a child victim of said dictatorship gave him a rice ball? Or his mania for simply running towards death and pushing the limits of his body just for fun?

Probably his habit of picking his nose.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

How concerned are they with their looks?

… We can say that he knows his primary colors well?

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄

Would they feel incomplete without you?

No. Luffy's core nature is freedom as such so he will never feel incomplete because of your absence which means being dependent on your presence.

And, while his fear of loneliness is a problem for him, it's more about his friends in undefined ways and a fear rather than a way of identifying.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀

A random headcanon for them

✧ He did not fall in love at the first meetings or at first sight.

✧ He was very sensitive to the fact that you had become a priest of Ener for the sole purpose of protecting your family and he respected that. Especially since, even if it was your "duty", you never hurt one of his companions.

✧ He began to develop very friendly feelings for you after several adventures together on the Merry and then the Sunny. It was while you were separated in front of the Accino family that he realized his feelings.

✧ Then, surprisingly, it was while you were on the Thriller Bark that you started dating.

✧ The greatest quality of your couple is the trust you place in each other, not only in your relationship but also as individuals. He is the one who has the most confidence in your abilities and is the most convinced that you will succeed in whatever your dream is because you are you.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊

What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

He hates disloyalty as well as hurting and criticizing his friends.

However, sometimes, since you have a somewhat dark and bitchy humor, he is a little touchy when you make jokes or remarks about your friends' dreams or his own. It's especially annoying when he's tired.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐙𝐙

What is a sleep habits of theirs?

When you sleep together, he doesn't understand having "his side of the bed."

If he goes to bed before you, he will go on the left half, the right half, or even in the middle without distinction. And he also switches sides during the night which leads to, since he's literally sleeping wrapped around you, you being tossed about in bed all night long.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @idsmash717 @lys-ada @xomingyu

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[alearicci]

“just you and your seb” – SV5

reblogs and comments pls

pairings: sebastian vettel x girlfriend!you; sebastian vettel x girlfriend!reader

summary: your boyfriend is the famous f1 driver Sebastian Vettel. one day, he decided to come after a long separation and spend time with you.

theme: soft, romantic, healthy relationships, quite a bit of dirty talk, marriage proposal

dedicated to: my my my V.

note: sorry if there are mistakes, english can be too difficult. and I didn't specifically indicate the city, so you can imagine your dream city.

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The silence in the hotel room was abruptly interrupted by the sound of an incoming notification. Then another one. And another one. You were sitting at the dressing table and doing yourself a light makeup so that you could go out completely confident in yourself and your beauty. Of course you were already beautiful, especially in the shower, but makeup is an important part of any appearance.

As soon as you heard this ringing "ding", you even flinched, because it was too loud and unexpected. In general, you had a silent mode turned on so that intrusive people and employees would not interfere with your enjoyment of your life, but some contacts avoided such a restriction. It was your best friend Adele, Mom and Sebastian, your favorite person.

Yes, you're dating Sebastian Vettel, the famous Formula 1 racer. But you fell in love with him not for his status, money or position in society, but for what he really is, for what he was next to you.

Love is often described as a wonderful adventure full of twists and turns that captivate our hearts and souls. You could feel it and feel someone's sincere love only with him.

He was very sensitive, attentive to you. I always asked about your well-being, how your day went, whether you ate. When you are forced to be far from each other, the only thing that allows you to keep positive is video calls.

Sometimes, because of the big difference in time zones, it happens that he calls you early in the morning when it's already late at night. It makes you laugh and joke about the fact that he still doesn't let you sleep at night.

He had a way of making you feel special, loved and protected. Whether it's a surprise visit with your favorite sweets when he's not riding around the world because of his racing career or a simple message to wish you a good day. He's always tried to let you know that you're important. That you're the most important person in his life.

His sense of humor was another aspect you treasured. His ability to make you laugh until your cheeks hurt was one of the things you treasured the most. It is rare now to meet someone who is able to keep a smile on his face and cause it on the face of others. And Sebastian was such a rare person. He was the one and only for you.

His special intelligence and playful banter made your relationship carefree and fun even in the most difficult times. You complemented each other perfectly, when Seb faced setbacks on the track, he always knew that he could share his stamp with you and get effective support. He himself has repeatedly claimed that your hugs and kisses cure all ailments. When you had problems with your work or with these elementary complexes about your appearance, he always found the right words and hurried to remind you that you are already the most beautiful for him, and that physical beauty is not the main thing at all. There are a lot of beautiful and sexy models in the whole world, but you will meet a really "person" less often. You will meet your man less often.

But not only his character traits and ability to support captivated you. You were constantly lost in thoughts of his physical presence. The way his eyes twinkled when he smiled and was happy, the way his strong arms hugged you during a long separation. To feel the warmth of his touch, to be with him and not let go anywhere else — everything you craved when you were apart.

Sometimes, of course, where without it, you wondered if you really deserve his love and whether you can meet his expectations. These doubts were fleeting, they were quickly replaced by the realization that your love is built on a solid foundation — on trust, respect and mutual support.

In your thoughts, you often imagined a future with him. You imagined how finally, after all these races and training, you could be together like the most ordinary couple in love. It's hard to say that it will work out, because it's unlikely that the famous Sebastian Vettel can afford the life of the most ordinary person. But deep down you knew that he really wanted to live in peace and tranquility for a very short time.

You imagined coming home after a long day at work, immediately falling into his warm and familiar embrace. After kissing you on the forehead, he helps you take off your coat and hangs it on a hanger while you go to wash your hands. Later, you cook dinner for yourself, telling about the past day and your impressions. Isn't this a wonderful life?

You loved to indulge in dreams about how you travel together, experiencing new adventures hand in hand. Maybe you'll even have a baby who will be as curly as his super dad.

But all these dreams were replaced by a harsh reality. Sebastian is a racer, it is impossible to imagine him not driving a car, which means that racing obviously will not be able to leave his life so easily. You sincerely supported the hobby of your beloved and in your free time, you always attended the Grand Prix.

Every race brings with it a sense of excitement, an exciting ride that reflects the roller coaster of emotions that you experience when you watch him go on the track. He immediately looks for you with his eyes and smiles with his special smile, intended only for you. You know he's a little worried, and he knows you're very worried. This shared excitement strengthens the deep bond between you.

Behind the roaring engines and incredible speed is an unwavering dedication. From the countless hours spent honing his skills on the track to the meticulous attention paid to every aspect of his car, your boyfriend's drive for perfection never falters. This devotion extends to your relationship as well.

You experience every victory, every defeat together, always knowing that after every sorrow the long-awaited joy will come. Not every couple can boast of such a connection and passion that you have.

You couldn't help but smile, remembering every rare moment you spent with him. His presence has become an integral part of your life. It was as if he was the missing piece of a puzzle that finally found its place.

In your thoughts, you admire his strength and resilience, admiring how he meets difficulties face to face. He motivates you to be the best version of yourself, encouraging you to achieve your goals and believe in your abilities. It gives you a sense of security and stability, assuring you that you will never have to face the world alone. That he will always be there, even when he is not.

Sitting at the table, still lost in your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the amazing person he was, and gratitude for the love you shared.

Suddenly, the thought popped into my head that you still haven't read the message. Frowning, you put your makeup in a special purse and go to the table where your phone was charging.

Two messages from Mom and one from Sebastian.

mom ❤️

«daughter, we will be waiting for you and Sebastian at dinner next weekend»

«Daddy will cook your favorite turkey, so you won't have a chance to refuse 😘😘💓»

s💋

«get ready, in five minutes I'll come for a suitcase»

As soon as you read the message from Sebastian, your heart started beating faster.

This can't be happening. This is a prank. He's thousands of miles away right now, getting ready for the upcoming race. No, no, no.

You blinked a few times to make yourself understand what you thought, but no. The message remained in the same place.

«what do you mean, Seb?»

The answer came immediately.

«I mean what I said»

«check-in for the flight closes in two hours»

Great. In five minutes, the most you can do is just get a travel suitcase out of the closet.

Sometimes Sebastian's passion for speed was mesmerizing. But, unfortunately, you didn't have the speed he had. And therefore, I had to speed up in order not to miss the opportunity to meet my beloved. It was still very strange. Sebastian really should be far away now, and here he writes that he will come for you. Even no, not for you, but for your suitcase. What a fool.

You started running around the room and throwing things into a suitcase. You reminded yourself of a massive car that has already passed the warm-up lap and is ready to take p1. But as soon as you zipped up the suitcase, there was a knock on the door. Or is it already knocking in your head?

"Hey, y/n, it's me, Sebastian."

When you heard your native voice, you screamed with happiness and rushed to the door. Opening it and seeing Seb standing, you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck.

He laughed velvety and pulled you closer to him.

"Did my girl miss me?"

"Hell yeah. Vettel, I've missed you like hell."

"Well, well, watch your tongue, or I'll have to teach you a lesson in good behavior." he whispered in your ear, then reluctantly lowered it down.

Seb smirked as soon as he saw your flushed cheeks.

"Is the suitcase ready?"

"Yes, there it is."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'll just wear a shirt over my top, and that's it. Seb..." you asked him when he went to the room to take your suitcase.

"Mmm?"

"I have too many questions."

"I promise I will answer them, but let's get on the plane. We're terribly late, let's go, liebe (love)"

♡♡♡

As it turned out, Seb had been planning to "kidnap" his y/n. for a long time. He admitted it by accident when you asked him about how he was able to be around. At that time, Vettel had recently woken up from a dream and was not yet fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. But he also said that she wouldn't even need a suitcase, it was just a little joke. For this, he was lightly hit on the head.

You couldn't believe that here he is, smiling at you not from the smartphone screen. That you could touch him, kiss his beloved lips, the taste of which was sweeter than honey for you. Everything inside you was blooming and singing. Everything was too perfect.

The flight was quite long, but together with it it seemed very short and it was not enough. It wasn't enough. Your Sebastian. In your heart, you knew that he would leave soon and the happiness would last a maximum of two days. But I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to at all.

The flight ended and you had to leave the cozy business class seats. Of course, there were autographs and photos with fans that forced you to stand aside so as not to interfere with Seb's communication with his fans. This was a frequent occurrence, so you treated it with a smile on your face and rejoiced that your boyfriend had such support.

When that was over, Vettel gently but firmly took you by the hand and led you to the car already waiting for you at the entrance to the airport. A friendly little man handed the car keys to the champion and helped to load your small luggage into the trunk. After that, Seb opened the passenger seat door, helping you to take your seat. Then, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, I hurried to get behind the wheel and take you away from the crowd of fans rushing to take pictures of you and your little date.

Seb moved cautiously along the winding coastal road. His skill was mesmerizing not only on the track, but also off it. You couldn't help but look at his concentration, at his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, a slight smile, tousled curls. He really resembled a god.

It was already evening and the only source of light was the weak sun and the headlights of the car, but you still couldn't take your eyes off Sebastian. But he, the impudent one, saw that you were looking at him.

"Am I that handsome? You've been looking at me since the beginning of the trip." He asked, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Yes." you answered shortly and smiled. "The most handsome man in the world. My most handsome man."

"Yours." Seb agreed and nodded his head. Then, seizing the moment when you turned away in embarrassment, I put my hand free from the steering wheel on your thigh and squeezed it slightly, but noticeably, causing your body to be covered with goosebumps.

"Almost there." he whispered and, after a quick glance at you, immediately returned his gaze to the road.

The rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder as you approached your destination. You haven't been here before, and therefore, curiosity took its toll.

Seb was hoping he could get you to the right place by sunset. After all, it is then that the sun can be seen at arm's length. He knew how much you love sunsets and beautiful places. Therefore, I decided to share my special place with you.

In the end, he drove up to a viewing platform hidden from the eyes of others, located at a decent distance and high above the fascinating landscape of a busy city.

He found this place after one of his not very successful Grand Prix and liked to come here to think about everything that had been stored in his soul for so long. He could scream in pain for a long time without being afraid that he would be considered crazy or something like that. He could talk to himself, blame himself for failures, praise himself for success. He could be in harmony with himself and spend multiple hours alone. Anyone, the most famous people, sometimes need to be alone. But nowhere was he calmer than with you.

That's why he decided to share with you a piece of his soul, to share his secret place. Even earlier, he made a serious decision to share his last name with you and legitimize your love, which was eloquently evidenced by a small red box in his pants pocket. You didn't know about it and thought only about what awaits you next.

"We're here, baby." Seb said when he parked the rented car in a special place for her.

You smiled enthusiastically and quickly unbuckled your seat belt. As soon as you got out of the car, an admiring sigh escaped from your chest. The view here was beautiful. That was putting it mildly. It was really great.

But it was even more beautiful to have Sebastian around. You were standing a little apart from him and the car, and did not notice how he came up from behind and put his arm around your waist, hugging you tightly. Burying his nose in your neck, he exhaled noisily.

"I missed you, y/n. My career doesn't allow us to spend more time together and it makes my heart ache for you."

"I missed you a lot too, Seb. I miss you too much." you whispered, feeling moisture appear in the corners of your eyes. No, no, no, not tears.

"I know, honey, I know. But let's enjoy this rare moment when we're together. When I can do like this." Sebastian brazenly bit you on the neck, making you flinch and jokingly pull away. But he knew that it brought you pleasure. "Or like this."

The man abruptly turned you around and lifted you in his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Oh my God, Sebastian, you're going to drop me!"

"I will never drop you, my girl." he murmured and carefully arranged you on the blanket that he had prepared when you were admiring the sunset.

"Oh. And when did you have time to prepare everything?" while you were getting comfortable on the bedspread, Sebastian had already managed to take a seat next to you.

"I'm very fast." He answered with a shrug and took out a bottle of wine, also prepared in advance.

"Yes, especially in..." You didn't finish the sentence and grinned, forcing Sebastian to grin and lean so close to you that you could clearly feel his breath on your lips.

"In what?"

His voice took your breath away.

"Racing, honey."

"Right answer." He said, and taking advantage of how dangerously close to him you are, he rarely shortened the remaining distance and covered your lips with his.

This kiss was unlike any of your past. He skillfully combined all the pain of separation and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, all the tenderness and warmth that he felt for you, all the affection and unwillingness to part anymore. Of course, no one can compare with Sebastian at all, it's impossible to deny.

From such a kiss, you felt dizzy and once again you were convinced that this man would still show himself. You have been together for several years, but every kiss was like the first, every look he directed at you made you kneel.

When Vettel pulled away, he immediately handed you a glass of your favorite wine.

"You're the perfect man." You said and drank some of the liquid with pleasure, which immediately burned your throat.

"And you're the perfect girl." He answered and sat down in such a way as to embrace you and enclose you in the ring of his arms.

You have been sitting like this for an uncounted amount of time, sharing your memories and places for the future. Sometimes you stopped just to drink wine or kiss. The kisses became deeper and greedier.

It was comfortable and calm in his arms.

He was your everything.

"Oh, right, honey. Come on, let me get up." Sebastian suddenly said and gently lowered you out of his arms. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you, helping you to get up too.

"W-what's the matter, Seb?..." you asked, not understanding and a little scared, and looked at your boyfriend.

The sun has almost completely disappeared below the horizon, flooding the sky with golden, orange and pink shades. The atmosphere was saturated with anticipation, as if nature itself had planned to create the most enchanting evening in your life.

Sebastian's voice trembled slightly as he began to speak, drawing your attention. He got down on one knee in front of her, and their eyes met. He looked at her with special tenderness, and she was ready to cry right now.

With every word he poured out his heart, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.

"Oh no no no, please don't cry from the very beginning, I've been planning this moment for a very long time and you cry with happiness only at the end and in one of the best scenarios."

Sebastian hastened to say and took a velvet box out of his pocket. He twisted it in his hands and tried to collect his thoughts and remember the speech he had prepared the day before.

You could only nod and put your hands to your mouth, trying to restrain your emotions. The love of your life seems to be proposing to you right now.

"y/n, from the moment I met you, my life has completely changed. I didn't know that I would love someone so much." Sebastian began in an even but emotional voice. "You have been my rock, my confidant and my greatest support. I can't imagine my life without you by my side."

Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian continued, his voice growing more fervent with every word. "You make me better. Every day you inspire me to reach new heights and enjoy the beauty of life. I am constantly amazed by your strength, your kindness and your unwavering love."

His hands trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. When the sunlight caught the shining gemstone, it seemed to reflect the brilliance in their eyes.

"My beloved, you make me the happiest person on earth. Oooh. it's harder than I thought. But. Will you marry me?" muttered Sebastian, his voice filled with anticipation, love and vulnerability. A part of his soul was afraid of being rejected. What if you're not ready for such a serious step in their relationship yet?

When you heard the cherished words, you could no longer restrain yourself and burst into tears. Tears of immeasurable happiness flowed down your face when you passionately nodded your head and managed to whisper soulfully: "Yes, Sebastian. Yes!"

At that moment, time stopped, the world around them receded into the background when he heard her consent. Sebastian put the ring on the trembling finger of his future wife, and his heart beat with a radiant joy that he had never experienced before.

#seb vettel x yn #sebastian vettel #sv5 #f1 imagine #oneshot #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 2023 #formula one #formula 1 #drabble #f1 #vettel5

[astroaid]

Hi! This is my natal chart, im so interested on what you have to say :) Thank you!

hello

Leo sun Cap rising Virgo moon Combo:

You are someone that is destined for success. The way you present yourself tells people this. Some may find you intimidating and intense. However, it is their loss as you are truly generous and kind hearted. You are fiercely loyal and protective of those you love. Your virgo moon makes you in tune with what people need. If you care for them, you are the one who constantly saves the day for people. Some may say you can be judgemental and stubborn. Others will see this as you being analytical and determined.

Home & Family:

You may have taken on a lot of responsibility in childhood. This can be as simple as having an after school or recreational activity you took very seriously. Or it can be having a family who goes through hardships (ex: financial or someone has a disability or illness). Either way, this has led you to becoming a reliable and independent individual. You are almost always two steps ahead of what needs to be done. Sometimes, you could feel unappreciated. You do a lot for those you love but often your own struggles go unseen.

Career:

*Not advice*

You would do well in leadership positions. You have the charm, dependability and good judgement that is needed to manage businesses.

You may work with confidential information in the future. Ex: Lawyer or Counsellor.

It is possible your job will allow for you to teach others. Ex: University professor. Or even being the go-to for new hirers.

Relationships:

You may have had some deep cutting friendships in the past. Possibly situations where you feel betrayed by people/or a person you trusted. This could have made it harder to be open and trust new friends.

You may have had bad experiences in romance, friendship or even business with people who are critical of you. Unappreciative of you and a bit manipulative. Very draining people/person. Easy way to spot if you have met this person or these people is they definitely would have a victim complex.

Your marriage would be with someone who is quick witted. A good conversationalist, a good story and joke teller. They will win you over with their humour. flirty person. And a charming person as they are charismatic and can make friends anywhere. Their career may involve design and aesthetics in some way. They have good taste. Example would be like a graphic designer, architect, chef. These are only examples as to what I mean though.

This is a very welcoming person who comes from a warm and welcoming home. I see no indication of conflict with in-laws. Physically, they may be quite tall and slender. May wear glasses or contacts too. It is difficult to predict exact appearances though.

Upcoming transits:

July 17th, 2023 – January 11th, 2025 (libra south node/ aries north node transit). During this transit, you may change careers. You may have a desire to stay closer to your home. You may spend more time with family or childhood friends. Something is directing your attention more towards your home, stability and happiness. This is taking away your attention from your current job or outside reputation. You may have ideas on how to change the way you make income. This could result in people seeing you differently. Or you could literally decide to change the way you present yourself as a result. You may choose to keep these changes or ideas to yourself in 2024.

March 7, 2023 to February 13, 2026 (saturn pisces). At this time you may feel restricted in how you communicate and express yourself. It could be you can’t seem to find the words or in a literal sense you are blocking/ghosting people. Or someone is doing this to you. This isn’t a great transit for relationships with siblings/cosuins/childhood friends. Doesn’t mean you’re fighting all the time though. But if you weren’t seeing eye to eye with these people before it becomes much more clear.

In 2024, it is quite possible you meet someone or level up a current relationship.

In 2024, You could also be changing up daily lifestyle. This could be by getting a pet or changing fitness routines. Even switching up to being a vegetarian. It seems you are done with what does not being you joy, whether it is a job or just overall current lifestyle. Throughout 2024, you may naturally decide to make changes.

[dragoncorde]

»  INTRODUCING... mandy brocklehurst. 

BASICS

full name: amanda “mandy” mabel brocklehurst

gender identity & pronouns: demigirl & they/she

age & d.o.b: twenty-four & march 13th

place of birth: scotland  +  gutraidh

sexual orientation: lesbian

traits: naïve, sentimental, adventurous, and withdrawn

PHYSICAL

height: 5′4

hair & eye color: brown, dyed blonde & green

glasses & contacts: reading glasses

scars: crescent moon shaped scar on left thigh

piercings: earlobes (3), septum, belly button

tattoos: link tba

clothing style: link tba

TRAITS

zodiac: pisces sun / pisces moon / libra rising

vices: pride, envy

virtues: chastity, diligence

personality type: isfp

dominant hand: right

character parallels: hannah washington (until dawn), gwen stacy (into the spider-verse), ezri dax (star trek: deep space 9)

HOGWARTS

specialization: magical history (archiving)

year: fifth

house: ravenclaw

student activities: swim team, astronomy club, choir

blood status: halfblood

wand: 10″ Sycamore, Phoenix feather, swishy

patronus: Butterfly

amortentia: firewood, sandalwood, pine, grapefruit

boggart: her dead sister, Sam

ABOUT

growing up a half-blood, mandy had the best of both worlds. her mother, a witch, and her father, a muggle. though their marriage was a rocky one, mandy always had her older sister sam to take care of her and look after her. they were best friends as kids, leaning on each other as much as possible. as they grew older and their parents finally divorced, her mother moving in with her new boy toy, sam and mandy's relationship started to strain. sam got married and moved out of the house, leaving mandy with her alcoholic father. while sam continued to look after her sister from afar, mandy harboured resentment for her sister for leaving her like her mother had, and was determined to prove that she could take care of themselves. but one day after a nasty fight--something mandy no longer remembers about what--a fire was caught on sam’s home, leaving her trapped inside. mandy only found out what happened to her sister afterwards. riddled with guilt even to this day, mandy tries to find ways to bring not only herself peace, but sam’s spirit as well.

during their early school years, mandy was a shy and quiet girl, often keeping to herself. she did not have many friends at first, finding it difficult to come out of her shell. she managed to wrangle a few friends in the end, those of which she tries to keep close. these friends in particular get to see “the real mandy”, as she feels comfortable enough to let her guard down and can become a real wild card.

at aurelius, mandy continues her journey in self-love and self-acceptance, making more efforts to be sociable despite her chronically low social battery. she is determined to free herself from all self-restricting natures, but in trying to become more of a social butterfly and life of the party, she wonders if it will only cause her to slip further and further away from who she really is.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

exes ;  i’m sure mandy had their fair share of relationships! capping this at two.

hookups ; self explanatory! 

childhood friends ; & old schoolmates?

best friends/close friends ; from either gutraidh or aurelius

study buddies ; nerd like nerd

unlikely friends ; the oddest of matches pls

confidant ; they’re gonna need some1 to vent to ok

#aureliusintro #*AMANDA BROCKLEHURST ( introduction. )

[hopefullyhealing]

The shit he put me through - Part 1: Boob fetish

CW : lots of misogyny, some sexual (not explicit) content, emotional abuse, religious trauma, body image, weight loss, disordered eating

Trauma dumping for an outlet as I process my divorce and the unhealthy relationship that I endured. Maybe someone can relate or learn from it.

1. Pressuring me to wear revealing clothing while also making demeaning comments about women wearing revealing clothing.

2. Constantly begging me to wear a push up bra that was uncomfortable. When I chose to go braless or wear something more comfortable he acted as though this was a personal insult to him.

3. Telling me the most attractive I ever was was when I was 10 weeks pregnant, lost 7 pounds in a week from throwing up daily, couldn't rest anything except plain rice, but my breasts were swelling. Years later he would still guilt me about not trying to squeeze into a fancy dress so he could enjoy my body when I was so attractive. (Nothing more appealing than wearing a restrictive too small dress while battling constant nausea am I right)

4. Giving me stretch mark reducing cream in my Christmas stocking while I was pregnant, to prevent my boobs from stretching too much. He also gave me a birthday card all about boobs.

5. Pouted when I didn't want to have sex anytime just because when his attempt at foreplay was simply squeezing my boobs. Started rejecting my kisses by blowing in my face anytime I tried. For years. His love language is physical touch ... But he rejected my kisses and hugs and cuddles. I desperately tried to speak his language while maintaining my boundaries and trying to not be objectified.

6. The many times over seven years I tried to communicate that I did not find his obsession with my breasts attractive and asked if he could tell me something he liked about my personality... Or even another body part... Asked for assurance that he would love me even if my body changed... (Spoiler; he wouldn't) He rolled his eyes. I just didn't understand men. He asked why I needed so much validation. Told me to read this book about codependency and stop being so needy. (I tried.)

7. After my daughter stopped breastfeeding and my breasts were less full, he told me I should work on losing weight. I did. I lost 25 lbs in 4 months. He cheered me on initially (the only positive reinforcement from him at the time) until he realized that my boobs were deflating even more. Then every time he touched them his face fell. He didn't want me anymore.

8. His response to me stating that women should not be objectified - insisting that he was a victim because I didn't let him "enjoy my body enough before it changed."

9. Telling me he was embarrassed for me when we went swimming because "some of the older women at the pool have nicer boobs than you do, and you're still so young" (when I've been trying to focus on body neutrality and appreciate my body for what it does and not what it looks like)

10. Told me he was unhappy in our marriage and the only thing he could think that might fix it was a boob job. (which he acknowledged was so unfair to me.)

I considered it. I talked to plastic surgeons. But ultimately it wasn't about my breasts, it was about disrespect and literally viewing my body as an object he was entitled to.

*Note we are from a very high demand religion (LDS) so no sexual contact including second base was allowed until marriage. I went into this marriage understanding he really liked boobs, but not understanding that (almost) the entire reason he wanted to marry was to have access to boobs he didn't have to feel guilty about looking at. I've been deconstructing purity culture for a while. I tried to help him overcome his shame but I got ^^^ instead.

#trauma dump #purity culture #misogyny #divorce #emotional abuse #women deserve better #unhealthy relationship #exmormon #fuck the patriarchy

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 487

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 52: Process Of Marriage 22

Job 31:1 "I made an agreement with my eyes not to LOOK at a young woman in a way that would make me want her. ERV

NAKED AFTER MARRIAGE 5

When you are in any form of conversation with whomsoever, you know it’s normal to maintain eye contact with that person, right?

In doing so, you can’t avoid looking and seeing certain features of the person, and the longer you look, the “deeper” you see.

Num 12:7-8 But this is not the way I treat my servant Moses. He is the most faithful person in my household. I SPEAK WITH HIM FACE TO FACE, plainly and not in riddles. HE EVEN SEES THE FORM OF THE LORD. Why weren't you afraid to criticize my servant Moses?" GW

Now, we know that when God did speak [face to face] with Moses, though God saw him clearly, Moses only [really] saw the Aura or Light of God’s Glory, but not the FORM.

So, it felt odd that one is in “real time” mode of conversation, yet not seeing the other person.

It was thence in Order for Moses to passionately request to see God’s Face.

Exo 33:18,20 Then Moses said, "I pray that you will let me see you in all of your glory."…but I WON'T LET YOU SEE MY FACE, BECAUSE ANYONE WHO SEES MY FACE WILL DIE. CEV

Moses desired to see the complete features of the great one he had been speaking with all along but he was only able to see the backside.

Exo 33:23 Then I will take away my hand, and YOU WILL SEE MY BACK: but my face is not to be seen. BBE

The point here is that nobody will be having conversations with another and not want to see and look at that person’s face [intently] from time to time, during the conversation.

So, it is risky for the married, if the person you commonly discuss or relate with is not your spouse.

Regular Facial contact, coupled with deep conversations, can be very stimulating.

Job 31:1 “I made a covenant with my eyes, how then should I LOOK LUSTFULLY at a young woman? WEB

Maybe it’s just a colleague at your working place. It feels right to have good relationships with everyone around you, even for the Gospel’s sake, right?

Rom 12:18 DO EVERYTHING POSSIBLE ON YOUR PART to live in PEACE with everybody. GNB

But if you do not seriously prioritize your relationships and deliberately define that “peaceable” friendship with any opposite sex, you will soon land in Emotional trouble.

You know that if you have [at least] started a cordial relationship with someone, even if subsequently you don’t meet physically, you realize you have her in your memory, right?

Ecc 5:3 IF YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING, YOU WILL DREAM ABOUT IT. If you talk too much, you will say the wrong thing. CEV

The moment she/he is in your head, you may [subconsciously] start comparing her/him with your Spouse and start getting unduly irritated with minor things your spouse does at home.

Then you could start thinking about her/his smile, warmth, easy conversation, and before you know it, you are longing to spend at least a little time with her next day.

Mat 5:27-28 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Do not commit adultery.’ But I say to you that WHOEVER LOOKS AT A WOMAN TO DESIRE HER HAS ALREADY COMMITTED ADULTERY WITH HER IN HIS HEART. NET

I conclude this subtopic here by telling you that every human’s face is Naked and can be stimulating.

So don’t stay too long looking at any particular face except your spouse’s.

Gen 29:17 LEAH HAD ATTRACTIVE EYES, but Rachel had a beautiful figure and beautiful features. GW

Do not go looking at attractive eyes and beautiful figures that don’t belong to you.

Some are engaged to one for marriage, but because of restrictions imposed to safeguard against premarital indecency, they surreptitiously get involved in sentimental and ugly ordeals.

Pro 23:31 So be careful with wine. IT IS PRETTY AND RED AS IT SPARKLES IN THE CUP. And it goes down so smoothly when you drink it. ERV

May the good Lord preserve our posterity and sanitize the minds of our young and upcoming ones, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Monday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Friday, March 22, 2024

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[josnashak69]

Overall product summary

Judging from the data, except for products that are irrelevant to women, other products give people a feeling of emptiness and loneliness, and there are very few people posting and responding to them. A search HE Tuber on Xiaohongshu shows that the number of notes is 6.65 million+. Judging from the existing research, the combined data performance of all tie-in products is less than 1%. The prospects for tie-in products are still not optimistic.

From the perspective of monetization, most products have no attempts to monetize, and a few have added virtual currency, paid chat gifts, or display advertising. Some products even create a set of mini-programs, then change the name and present the same content again, just to display more ads.

From the perspective of product operations, there are fundamental differences between hook-up products and previous offline activity registration products (such as rough doors, ganging, etc.). Although for users, some activities have a high degree of overlap. The hide-and-seek game can be initiated on the Tiezi platform, or in a rough door or with a group.

However, offline activity products add a layer of club organization role between the platform and users. Clubs are better than individuals in terms of professionalism, credibility and activity continuity. Moreover, event registration will be promoted through the club’s private domain, so these products appear to be relatively professional and user-participating.

As analyzed, offline event registration products play too little role in the entire event process, so their development is now severely restricted. So has the online celebrity trend of Tazi social networking brought more improvements to these products?

No, because the activity platform emphasizes the link between individuals and club organizations, rather than the link between individuals.

2. The real needs behind tie-ups

1. Advantages and disadvantages of finding a partner

From the previous analysis and articles on various types of hookup social interaction, the author has compiled everyone’s evaluation of the hookup phenomenon as follows:

The advantage of partnering once again proves everyone’s desire for social interaction. The post-00s and post-90s generations who initiated the hookup culture are mainly only children. Coupled with the isolation of the epidemic, young people’s contact with people is concentrated at home. The more contacts they have, the more conflicts there will be. In addition, without the comparison of other social contacts, young people feel that their families of origin are all at fault. This is also a view highlighted by the epidemic in recent years.

Family is no longer a channel of positive support, but what about other aspects? Fear of marriage and childbirth has become an obstacle for young people to establish small families. Relatives are the villains who put pressure on you during the Chinese New Year. Colleagues are competitors in the workplace. The constant flow and long distances prevent friendships from lasting.

When all traditional stable relationships are demonized, people turn their attention to strangers they have never met. Expecting strangers to provide positive emotional support not only reflects problems with our current concept of physical social interaction and social relationships, but also reflects confidence in the overall higher quality of the Chinese people.

2. Hooking up is a preview of friendship

Most people use hookups as a preview of friends. The "2023 Young People's Hookup Social Report" states that nearly 50% of young people have maintained a "tagrading" relationship for more than two years, and more than 80% of young people have upgraded a "hookup" to a friend. , because friends are more stable existences and are crucial to people's mental health.

This view is accepted by social psychology. If a person has positive emotional support (encouragement, celebration, sympathy, etc.) from multiple friends and family members, he or she will be more optimistic about life than a person who only relies on one person to provide this support. satisfy.

Among the Tiezi products, some software have recognized the importance of making friends and designed related functions. However, there are also some softwares that believe that after meeting a partner, they will maintain contact through WeChat, and do not pay special attention to it. After all, it is too difficult to shake WeChat's chat status.

3. Do we really just want a few friends?

All matching software products are based on the above-mentioned individual-to-individual interaction. But do we really just want a few friends? Just imagine, if you are in a war-torn era, do you really want to be a high-ranking warlord, or do you want a safe and stable society? If you were an animal, would you want a few trees, or a whole lush forest?

The reason for socializing is because people feel lonely in the real environment and hope to find like-minded strangers in the crowded Internet and further develop into reliable and trustworthy friends.

So can we think differently? How about we create a friendly, true and reliable social atmosphere where people can select like-minded people and develop them into trustworthy friends, and then further consolidate this friendly atmosphere? Neighborhood socializing can be done.

When looking for a partner, you are originally looking for friends nearby who you can hang out with, so it is more reliable to find someone from your neighbors. Because they are neighbors and have the influence of real identity, physical distance and real public opinion environment, people will regulate their behavior, thereby reducing the occurrence of deception and abduction. The emergence of neighborhood friendships makes people feel that the community atmosphere is more friendly and they are more willing to socialize more.

Ideals are beautiful, and the Internet has not tried neighborhood social networking, but they all failed because of too few users. For example, Youlin, which was established in 2014, was offline in 2019; Dingdong Community was also renamed Dingdong Maicai in 2017. In the next issue, we will continue to analyze these former neighborhood social pioneers and their operating models, so please continue to pay attention.

Reference article:

"2023 Young People's Hookup Social Report", Just So Soul Research Institute, June 2023;

The "tie" is almost ruined, fixed focus One, September 2023;

Young people in this generation don’t have to fall in love, but they must find a partner. New list, April 2023;

China Youth Daily article: Don’t let the blind box of “travel partner” become “Pandora’s Box”, Zhou Ran/China Youth Daily, September 2023;

Exchanging specialties and playing tricks, when will the young people's "picking up" game end? , Zinc Scale, October 2023.

This article was originally published by @武NZumei on Everyone is a Product Manager. Reprinting without permission is prohibited

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The opinions in this article represent only the author's own. The Renren Product Manager platform only provides information storage space services.

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[listening-to-free-audiobooks]

Hazards of Dukes Series by Megan Frampton Books 1 - 5

Never Kiss a Duke (Hazards of Dukes #1) by Megan Frampton

Everything he had ever known was a lie…

Sebastian, Duke of Hasford, has a title, wealth, privilege, and plenty of rakish charm. Until he discovers the only thing that truly belongs to him is his charm. An accident of birth has turned him into plain Mr. de Silva. Now, Sebastian is flummoxed as to what to do with his life—until he stumbles into a gambling den owned by Miss Ivy, a most fascinating young lady, who hires him on the spot. Working with a boss has never seemed so enticing.

Everything tells her he’s a risk she has to take

Two years ago, Ivy gambled everything that was precious to her—and won. Now the owner of London's most intriguing gambling house, Ivy is competent, assured, and measured. Until she meets Mr. de Silva, who stirs feelings she didn't realize she had. Can she keep her composure around her newest employee?

They vow to keep their partnership strictly business, but just one kiss makes them realize that with each passing day—and night—it becomes clear to them both that there's nothing as tempting as what is forbidden…

Tall, Duke, and Dangerous (Hazards of Dukes #2) by Megan Frampton

He needs a bride…

Nash, the “dangerous”

Duke of Malvern, has always bristled against the rules of English society. Hot tempered and fearful of becoming like his brutish late father, he lives a life of too much responsibility and too little joy. And although he’s vowed to never marry, a duke has a duty—and there’s only one way to get himself an heir and a spare. So Nash reluctantly takes a look around at society’s available young ladies to see who might be willing to put up with his one-word answers and frequent glowers.

She longs for love…

After the death of her father and wicked stepmother, Ana Maria goes from virtual servant to lady-in-training, and while society life has its benefits—gorgeous gowns!—its restrictive rules stifle her sprit. And when her independent actions put her in danger, her half-brother insists Nash teach her some self-defense. While most of London’s ladies find Nash intimidating, she only sees a man who needs introducing to all the joys life has to offer. So although officially they are coming together for fighting lessons, unofficially their physical contact begins to blur the line between friendship and begins to grown into something more…

A Wicked Bargain for the Duke (Hazards of Dukes #3) by Megan Frampton

Thaddeus, the new Duke of Hasford, holds his new title reluctantly, but his sense of duty is strong. Task number one: find a wife and secure an heir. He thinks he’s found the perfect choice in Lady Jane Capel—until her sister, Lavinia, bursts onto the scene. Vivacious, rebellious, and strikingly beautiful, Lavinia is determined to keep him away from her shy, sweet sister. And she’s also determined not to think so much about his broad chest and strong thighs.

When Lady Lavinia and Thaddeus end up in the most compromising position, witnessed by Lavinia’s mother and nearly everyone at a party, they’re forced to get married to protect their reputations. With no love between them, but with an heir to conceive, they strike a bargain in bed. Only Lavinia demands passion, and Thaddeus complies, with both of them realizing this marriage of convenience may turn into much more...

Gentleman Seeks Bride (Hazards of Dukes #4) by Megan Frampton

In this delightful flip of a classic romance trope, Megan Frampton creates a handsome, witty, hero in need of a wealthy bride who meets his match in Lady Jane Capel, from A Wicked Bargain with the Duke. Perfect for fans of Sarah MacLean, Tessa Dare, and Eloisa James.

It's a well-known fact that, when a man is in search of a bride, a good dowry is never a hindrance. Thomas Sharpe is handsome, well-bred, and desperately in need of a wealthy bride. His father has lost their income, his sister needs looking after, and so, to save them all from a life of poverty, he travels to London in search of an heiress.

Enter Lady Jane Capel. After her fiancé ended their engagement two years ago, Jane boldly left her parents' home and moved in with her half-brother, Percy. What does one more scandal matter to a family with such a curious reputation? Jane is independent but not as well versed in life—and love—as she wants.

The two of them strike a deal: Thomas will show her all there is to know about the world—and intimacy—and Jane will help him find a bride. But the more time they spend together and the closer they get, the two of them soon realize that things aren't so simple when it comes to men and women...

Four Weeks of Scandal (Hazards of Dukes #5) by Megan Frampton

If you love the sparkle of Tessa Dare and the wit of Sarah MacLean, then you won't want to miss this newest historical romance by Megan Frampton, who returns with a delicious story about a will in dispute, a four-week bargain, and a pretend engagement with romantic consequences. It only takes one moment to cause a scandal...and four weeks to live it down!

Week one: Lovely, lively Octavia Holton arrives in the village, determined to claim her inheritance--the home she grew up in with her late father. Surely he meant for his daughter to have the property, and owning it means she could fix it up, sell it, and use the money to pay off her debts. But when she arrives, she discovers the house is also claimed--by one Gabriel Fallon.

Week two: Gabriel claims his father won the property in a bet, but he can't bring himself to toss Octavia out on her very delightful derrière, so he makes her a four-week bargain: Together they'll pretend to be engaged, all the while seeking out any will, letter, or document that proves who gets the ownership.

Weeks three and four: But that means togetherness...a lot of togetherness, and long days--and evenings--in each other's company. The pair seems destined to "duke it out," staking their claims...but it's all too soon that they realize their rivalry might lead to something much more intimate. And suddenly four weeks seems like a long time. And yet not enough.

#Author: Megan Frampton #Hazards of Dukes Series #romance #historical romance #regency romance #Youtube

[shedidthatgirlinnovators]

What Makes an Iconic Warrior?

If someone calls you ballsy, know it all, defiant, then you're in good company.... Joan of Arc was all of that and more, so take that as a compliment. Men should take a page out of her book and learn how to be a real leader, because this girl, literally--she was a teenager when she became a military leader. Most girls at her age were on their road to being betrothed or living a submissive life with no future prospects of her era. A young woman to DISCOVER She referred to herself as Jehanne la Pucelle or Joan the Maid. In researching this era this signified that she not only of a lower stature of means but she was also a virgin. This distinction was held in high regard in society as this was the expectation before marriage for all young girls and that was it.

Born in 1412, here fate at 17 was to not just marry the guy next door, but to lead her nation's army into battle. Wait, what?!!! At 17, I was in high school and consumed with worry about acne!

Her fate was destined to aid in the revolution of a nation defending its territory. With absolutely no military training, she was convinced that she, acting under the guidance of the divine was destined to take charge of the French army and defend her nation--the besieged city of Orle'ans, where she did achieve a victory and ultimately in the goal to crown Charles VII. Eventually, she was captured by troops loyal to John of Luxembourg and handed over to forces loyal to English King Henry VI. Tried and condemned to be burned at the stake in May of 1431 at the age of 19, she was considered a witch but considered one of history's greatest martyrs and became the patron saint of France. It was because of her mental and physical courage with her claim to have direct communication with the divine, that made her exceptional. Her character and her connection to God, was beyond the typical ministrations of priesthoods and apart from the constraints of typical church institutions. It was heresy to speak of having direct contact with God (the divine) Only Men were known to be given this direct access to God and only those considered high in the order of the priesthood could claim that right. Here was this young woman who gave an example of what we know today as awareness, consciousness, spiritual connectedness and in the end, she awakened the spirit of the French and created a revolution.

Another woman to READ is Priya's Shakhti. I have never heard of this graphic novel before but scrolling through one of my favorite actresses, Mindy Kalin's Instagram, who is an advocate and producer for women empowerment supports this series and advocacy work immensely.

This graphic novel is a provocative visual and visceral answer to illuminate the brutal and often fatal cultural gender bias in New Dehli. Myths of a country and society can create such a stranglehold on progression that it becomes fact. When in reality the truth, what people fear, eventually a fatal cancer has no choice but to become uncovered. Such is the case in New Dehli and the attitudes toward women. "The problem of gender violence is not a legal problem, but a cultural problem."

The answer in many parts of these regions is to blame the victim. Impose restrictions and force such suppression that the inclination is not to protect the female population but to fault, shame and enact violence against them. In some cultures, and societies, the woman is revered, protected. The irony in this instance is that deities representing women have more power and reverence than the actual living breathing real women. According to the statistics of the WHO regarding gender-based violence in New Delhi the findings are atrocious.

A highly publicized gang rape on a bus in December 2012 outraged India and the world. Out of it, a movement to highlight the dangerous gender-based bias towards women arose through an innovative social multimedia project. Ram Devineni who is an Indian American film maker was inspired to create Priya Shakti in response to this attack. Consulting with several philosophers, activists, and poets, he ultimately collaborated with an American designer whose focus is on the comic book genre to create this powerful graphic novel. What is innovative about the project is that it is also available for free download targeted towards the younger generation in an attempt to open the conversation of sex, boundaries, respect and a woman's autonomy. The storyline focusing on Priya who is a human woman and a devotee of the Goddess Parvati, who has herself experienced a brutal rape and the social isolation that often stems from such a heinous act. It takes the brutal reality and flips it on its head in the form of comic book reality that is universal to understand and connect to. It is with this hope that progress can be made culturally through various media channels and reach younger generations to educate them out of the antiquated ideas towards women: culture changes faster than genes"

"Speak without shame and stand with me and bring about the change you want to see."

In the aftermath of March for our lives in 2018 these speeches by young activists Emma Gonzales and Naomi Wadler have opened the gates for young women to speak up against violence in all forms. Their message was powerful then and still resonates just a few years later unfortunately today as the violence in America has increased exponentially. Their experiences and speeches have inspired young women to create movements through art, multimedia and music in order to keep the important message of unity in numbers and allowing your voice to be heard as a young woman. Above is a beautiful [painting inspired by artist Corina Karstenberg of Naomi as a form of giving space to representation. It is quite stunning. There is even now a new exhibit titled "Girlhood" at the Smithsonian commemorating women suffrage. Proof that one voice can start a revolution, but many voices can help to win the battle.

#Instagram

[dear-eli]

Drafting up a breakup letter to Eli. I can feel it on the horizon, just a matter of time. Might as well get some poetic phrasing out while I can.

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Dear Eli,

The thing about our relationship is that it only works whenever the two of us are the only ones involved in it. And that is never going to fully be true, as long as Kacee and her jealousy are allowed to meddle and set restrictions, requirements, etc. on my relationship with you, enforced by ultimatums, coercion, and thinly-veiled threats. That shit isn't healthy, for ANYONE involved.

I am no good for you, and I never have been. From the very beginning, my relationship with you has always been a war of attrition - one I was always destined to lose. All I have done is cause you undue stress, and inadvertently, irrevocably damage your marriage. I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to lose you, and I sure as hell don't want to just bend over yet again and let Kacee have her way. But I'm past the point of bending. I am breaking. I am broken. I can't do this anymore.

And it feels like cutting off a limb, or ripping my heart out of my chest, destroying my entire will to live, but I think I need to end it. Here and now. I wish I could say "we can still be friends," but even that seems impossible right now.

And I need you to know that, as much as I have tried to walk away or said that I'm done in the past, I do not take this lightly. (Actually, in retrospect, most of my "I'm done"s were really more about the situation itself, or the argument we were having, rather than our relationship as a whole - though I am fully aware that that's not how they were communicated, since that's not how they felt to me at the time. But I digress.)

I wasn't kidding when I said you've ruined me for all other men - and, frankly, almost all people regardless of gender. Our physical compatibility aside, you're also my best friend. You make me laugh even when I'm crying. Your arms are where I finally feel like I'm at home, and your skin contact is the best antidepressant I've ever encountered. I love you so fucking much, more than I know how to say. Sometimes I genuinely start to think that you were made for me, that's how perfectly aligned we are in almost everything. If soulmates exist, you are clearly one of mine.

But again: those things are only true when we are able to be alone together, when our relationship is able to be its own entity, without external forces exerting manipulation and control. And Kacee will never let that happen if she can help it. (To be clear: I'm talking about more of a live-and-let-live style of polyamory, not monogamy and/or "cowgirling" you. Not that I wouldn't be happy if I ever had you all to myself, but I could be equally as happy sharing you with someone else whom you love - as long as I, and my relationship with you, are treated with respect and consideration, instead of jealousy and contempt.)

I don't want to lose you. I never have. I'm not sure I'd be able to survive it. But it's become abundantly clear that I don't get to have you and keep you, either. I carved out a space for myself in your life but everything and everyone in it has flooded back in and forced me out. I don't want to go, but I can't stay with you.

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Update 8/29/22:

And now you've done it again. I told you after our last blowup fight that if you were asked to leave my room and refused to do so, if you disrespected the boundaries of my personal space and my room like that again, or God forbid if you ever actually laid hands on me, that it would be over. And not only did you UNLOCK a door that was locked to KEEP YOU OUT, you came in and refused to leave and when I attempted to physically enforce my own fucking boundaries, you shoved me over, TWICE. Granted, it was onto my bed - which is all fine and good when I've consented to it, and at least it didn't cause me any actual physical harm. But I saw the rage in your eyes in that moment and the harm was done anyway. You destroyed what was left of my trust in that moment. And now, as much as I've bitched and moaned about wanting overnights with you, wanting to sleep next to you or even have the potential opportunity to be intimate with you... that's all fucking moot, because I no longer trust you. I no longer feel fucking safe with you in my room. I no longer feel fucking safe with you touching me. My only fucking comfort person in the whole world, and I can't even ask you for a fucking hug without being afraid of you now. Between that and the fucking venom in your voice when you told me to "pack [my] shit," whatever shreds of hope I might have had of being able to rebuild our relationship are fucking gone. It's over. You've made it crystal fucking clear that I am not wanted here anymore. I'm not fucking wanted anywhere. But I've seen what happens when I overstay my welcome in a place where I'm not wanted. I saw it at my dad's, I saw it twice at my mom's, I saw it with you and Kacee at the trailer. I really don't know why I expected it to be any different here.

I don't know what I ever expected to happen. Our relationship would never have worked out long-term anyway; our support needs are too incompatible. I need cities, mass transit, multiple potential places of employment. You need quiet, country, family. I need mental healthcare and education, to get back to a stable baseline of not feeling like a useless dysfunctional piece of shit, before I can even CONSIDER trying to learn sign language, because right now my brain can barely cope with English. And you need to reduce your stress and get your health issues to a manageable level before you can worry about anything like sign language, etc. And all I have done since I entered your life is manufacture more fucking stress for you, like you didn't already have too fucking much.

I can't do this anymore.

[french-unknown]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: shanks, vivi, ace, law, sabo 𝐂/𝐖: hurt/comfort 𝐖/𝐂: 800 +

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | p t . 1 |

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

You weren't a pirate, like him, which means that your life is built on the same loop: he who arrives, he who loves you as best he can and finally he who goes back to the sea while leaving you behind.

You love him with all your heart and you can't forget him despite the many months or even years he spends at sea far from you. You know he's a sailor and staying ashore for him is impossible, but every time he leaves, your heart breaks that you're not enough to make him want to stay at home. Whatever you do, he will always end up leaving you to come back when he wants. And you are neither strong enough to join him at sea, not wanting to leave your life that you had built so hard in your city, nor to turn the page and abandon him as well. So you stay up waiting for him every day, hoping he comes back to you.

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈

Vivi is a princess and you are, of course, no match for royalty. Everything around you is a reminder, from the comparisons with the members of the nobility to the discussions on her future diplomatic marriage that inflamed the people.

Since you had met, you knew that you did not evolve in the same world. You still couldn't believe that she chose you among all of the people around her since she was the pampered and loved elite of the country while you were just one of her subjects among many others. Your relationship was hidden from everyone because you both knew that, even if her father loved her and wished her happiness, he could never accept your relationship since you are not enough for a princess. The scandal that the discovery of your relationship would cause could even tarnish the reputation of the royal family. And he would only have to easily send you away so your unpowered person would not be an obstacle to her future.

𝐀𝐂𝐄

As a free spirit always in search of adventure, Ace is an extrovert who's happy to be often brought to meet new people and new places. But you're a deep introvert and you sometimes wonder if he could be sick of you slowing him down.

Where he is ready to visit the whole world and live at full speed so as not to have the slightest regret, you are more the type to like your peace of mind on the Moby Dick chatting with companions you already know. So it has happened several times that Ace gives up one of his adventures or cancels a mission to be able to stay with you, snuggle up in the bunk of your shared room. And, although the gesture is cute and makes you happy, you ask yourself each time how many times he will still restrict himself to you before starting to see you like a millstone at his ankle and breaking up with you definitively.

| he comforts you about your insecurity |

𝐋𝐀𝐖

Law isn't a very physically affectionate person, nor does he seem downright comfortable receiving that kind of attention. Unfortunately for you, you are a very tactile person and the idea that he sees you as too clingy makes you sick.

So you're careful to avoid any avoidable contact. You forget the urge to put your hand on his shoulders when you pass behind him, seated. You give up on hugging him when the two of you are next to each other in bed. You restrain yourself from putting your hand on his thigh when you eat on nearby chairs. This has an impact on your morale in the long run but you are much more terrified by the idea that he finds you clingy and complains about it than by the lack of physical contact. You've already woken up sweating from a nightmare where you listened to him, unable to move, making remarks to Shachi and Penguin about your overly tactile behavior that annoyed him.

| he comforts you about your insecurity |

𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎

Sabo is, unfortunately for you, very popular with the revolutionaries, whether it's some of the women in the organization or the men of Momoiro Island. And, with rather impressive possessiveness issues, it's not easy every day.

You are aware that your jealousy is disproportionate when you understand that you just want him to be completely out of touch with these people, who are also his collaborators. Even though you know Sabo is faithful, you can't get your mind off the simpering faces of those people who want to steal your boyfriend. However, just as you realize that your possessiveness is higher than average, you also realize the image that you will send back to Sabo if he discovers you in this new light. So you swallow in silence, as best you can, the black beast that rumbles in your belly and you do your best to avoid showing it, even if it means letting this beast devour you from the inside.

| he comforts you about your insecurity |

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

#one piece #one piece x reader #imagine #shanks #shanks x reader #vivi nefertari #vivi x reader #portgas d ace #ace x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #sabo #sabo x reader

[beazt]

July is observed both as Disability Pride Month and the anniversary of the Americans with Disability Act, passed July 26, 1990. I urge all of my US followers, especially abled ones, to pressure your senators to support The SSI Restoration Act of 2021 (H.R.3824).

[Here is a link] to more information about SSI and how this act will improve the lives of disabled people across the United States. Some major changes include:

Raising the income amount from under 75% of the federal poverty level to at least 100% of the poverty level

Marriage equality: disabled people will keep their full benefits rather than being penalized

Asset limits (dictating how much money you can possess at one time) increasing from $2000 per person to $10000 per person

I understand it can be scary to reach out to senators, and it can take a lot of energy. I still encourage you, if you are able, to send an individualized letter or email to your senators and request a written response. This will increase the chances of your letter being read and remembered. I’ll include a vague guide under the readmore on this post. I’m going to give you all the information I included in my letter, and you can present it (or other relevant information!) however you’d like— whether that’s writing your own letter from scratch or keeping strictly to my guide.

[Template begin:]

Dear Senator [NAME],

As your constituent, I [implore/urge/encourage] you to support the SSI Restoration Act of 2021 (H.R.3824.) Many of the rules and restrictions of SSI benefits have not been updated in over 40 years. [State some facts here especially regarding the income amounts. It’s under 75% of the poverty line, being $794/mo, which adds up to $9528/yr, when the poverty limit is $12880. Throw those numbers around. Mention how this forces disabled people to stay in poverty and offers no class mobility.]

Your support for this [restoration/act/etc] is [critical/vital/important/imperative] for the health and well-being of your disabled constituents. [Optional: include a relevant personal connection, such as a brief section stating your experience as a disabled person. I had two sentences: one stating I’m a disabled constituent; one stating a couple of my symptoms “and other disabling symptoms” and how that leads to difficulty working.] This low income and the years it can take to be approved is not a commitment individuals take without desperation. [Throw around more numbers. Talk about how some medical devices can cost tens of thousands out of pocket. Explain that disabled people will experience emergencies like car repairs, family deaths, etc like any other person, and deserve the right to financially prepare for such.]

This restoration act does not bring disabled people to a privileged position, rather it pulls them slightly out of forced poverty. [I hinted at the mental and physical health impacts poverty can cause.] Therefore, I believe it is [imperative/critical/vital] to raise the standard that disabled people [live with/expected to survive on/etc, however you want to word it, in this current time/day/etc].

I would like to request a written response on this issue and have attached my contact information.

Thank you for your consideration and service,

[Your Name]

[Contact Information: Include at least an email address or physical address if you can, for the written response, if you aren’t going through a website that collects this information.]

[TEMPLATE END.]

Again, this is only the basic formula that my letter followed, and it may be easier for you to write your own from scratch, but if this template even helps ONE person contact their senator confidently then I am glad to include it.

If you don’t know who your senators are, you can usually Google search “contact [state] senators.” Their contact forms and information should be the first results. Be aware that some senators do not allow for copying and pasting into their contact forms (which in and of itself is an accessibility issue.) sometimes this can be bypassed from a mobile browser!

#disability #disability pride month #disabled #chronically ill #chronic illness #ada #americans with disabilities act #social security income #signal boost #disability rights #activism #ableism #systemic ableism #I hope my url isn’t offputting to anyone #if anyone wants to repost this under a cleaner URL message me #feel free to copy and paste what I’ve listed or whatever to message other people #lous clues

[staygolddindjarin]

Grief

Chapter One: History

Din Djarin x Reader x a bunch of other star wars characters

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter Warnings: Oof this ones kinda angsty right off the bat- ⚠️ attempted suicide?? Kinda?? Age gap (reader is underage, but don't worry it's just for the sake of backstory and also there's no spicy, so...) mentions of death and afterlife, fluff if you like squint really hard

A/n: hello there... I'm sorry to inflict tumblr with this atrocity, but wattpad had to deal with it so tumblr can too. I wrote a different version of this on my wp with an OC name, but I know that not everyone cares for that so this won't include that. Also this series will be such a slow burn... prepare yourself ahead of time because it's going to be agonizing

Words: 6.3k+

SERIES MASTERLIST UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Part 1/?

"Pehea gar mar'eyir ni...."

How did you find me....

He came and sat beside me, the sound of metal scraping agaisnt the ground when he knelt first.

"Gar cuyir te shi solus tion'ad comes olar jii.  Ni kar'taylir gar jate'shya gar mirdir Ni vaabir," He responded.

You are the only one who comes here now. I know you better than you think I do.

I heaved a deep breath before letting it out in an exhausted sigh. Speaking in my native tongue was something I always appreciated, but now sitting here it felt nearly uncomfortable, but there was a reason for that.

"I wanted to be alone," The words from my mouth were no longer in my language, and he shifted beside me, trying to convey his confusion without a word.

"Care to elaborate?" He suggested, his asking tone was harsh... but then so was everything else about him.

I didn't really feel like explaning my feelings at the moment. I didn't want to focus on the very thing he was asking about. Even though he wasn't absolutely sure of what he was asking.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you," I trailed off.

"Try me." His voice wasn't any softer, but the sincerity he rarely showed had seeped into his tone.

"I really don't think it's a good idea. You really won't understand, and for all I know you could make things worse off for me than they already are," I didn't like it when he let his guard down around me. I didn't like getting closer to him, even though I was supposed to.

"I can't force you. Whatever it is, I wouldn't get myself too worked up," He sounded hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it was by my words. He was too strong to be wounded by such trivial things.

He moved in his seat, beginning to stand, and for some reason the thought of being alone like I had originally intended seemed like a horrible idea.

I reached out to grip his arm. I kept my gaze forward, knowing that even if I looked at him I could not see his eyes.

"Stay."

He didn't hesitate. He sat down again, and I no longer felt guilt for the hurt in his voice a moment prior.

We sat for a moment in silence, just looking over the cliffside, into the deep canyons that wove in between settlements and encampments of our tribes and clans.

"I don't want this life," I whispered. I had only half hoped he would be paying enough attention to hear me. My voice was soft enough that he might not have.

"What do you mean?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, regretting the choice to even say what I did. I felt a shiver go down my arms, and I felt the wind come into the old open cavern, making the air around me chill. My arms were exposed, for I didn't expect the cold tonight. I didn't expect to be here this long.

"I'll turn sixteen in four days. I will either take the creed, or deny everything I've ever been taught. I'd leave if I do that," I finally gave a glance in his direction. He looked back at me, or at least the beskar did. I could never tell where his eyes were.

"You want to leave?" That pained tone of his voice had returned. The one I felt guilty for without actually believing I had done anything to cause it.

I did. I wanted to get off this planet. Away from the responsibility of becoming what everyone expected of me.

"I have to. It's the only way I will ever be at peace, but I'm not sure if I truly have the strength to stand in front of my family and deny the creed."

I could run away. I had some friends who were planning to jump a transport and join the rebellion against the empire.

They had offered me to be apart of this, but I had refused, believing that I would follow in my ancestors footsteps and take the creed. My father had already provided the beskar for my helmet to be made. It was already in the armourer's possession. All that was left was for me to come of age.

"Where did you go, just now?" He noticed my lack of attentiveness to my current reality, and brought me back to where I was. On the drafty cliffside, with my legs hanging over the end.

"Nowhere. I was just thinking about the future," I had admitted. Though I felt the need to stay emotionally distant from him, and not let myself develop a closeness, I knew I could trust him with my life, which is why I even revealed these things to him in the first place.

"What do you think your future will look like?" The tone that brought me guilt had again left his voice, but was replaced by something else... was it fear? I could not even think of theorizing that he could ever be scared. He was one of the bravest in his clan. Never had he shown an ounce of fear to anyone or anything. How stupid of me to even wonder.

"Merc and his crew are gonna stow away on a crate transport tomorrow. He has contact with the rebellion. He said that I could go with them if I was up for it," I looked down, almost embarrassed at admitting a plan of escape to someone so loyal to this place. Even though he wasn't born on this planet, and even though he wasn't a blood member of any tribe, the foundling was more of a mandalorian than I could ever be.

"You've agreed?"

"No. Not yet," I shook my head. I didn't feel like my reasons were valid. Having him sit beside me, and ask me these things made me realize that I needed to explain myself further.

"Din, I want to be free. I don't want to spend the rest of my life under a code that is so restricting to me, binding my every decision. Everything I'd do would have to be following after the creed."

He didn't respond, and even though his features were shrouded under the reflective surface of his beskar, I could tell he was thinking of something.

"I'm not yet sixteen, but when I am... I don't want to be locked down under a piece of metal. I don't want to have to be bound to this planet or a clan. I want to go some place far away and be something that is different than what everyone expects of me. I want to fight battles against the empire, I want to make my own rules. I want to be free to marry who I love, and not be betrothed to whoever my father chooses for me," I finished off my speech about freedom, but realized the last sentence too late. I should have chosen a better set of words.

Din's head hung down, looking at the wrist guards he wore. He shook his head back and forth and before I could interject, he began speaking.

"So that's why...." he trailed off. I was honestly too scared to say anything now. Why must I speak so bluntly and hurtfully honest to people? Perhaps it is because I had never gotten close to him that now I had no fear in what I said to his face.

"If the reason you plan to leave your family is because of me, then-"

"No," I said harshly, catching him off guard. I was usually snippy with others, but I had never before shown a tendency to be angry or intense with my speech. "Believe me, this has nothing to do with you."

"You have always shown enthusiasm towards coming of age. It's only now, when we are arranged, that you show any difference," He brought on certainty in his voice that I nearly couldn't deny, but the truth was... it really wasn't about him. "I can converse with your father, the rest of the clan... I will find a way to break it off if it will make you stay."

"Din, I don't want you to do that. If you don't believe me when I tell you that you are not the cause of this, then so be it, but I will not have you ruining your good name in my favor, when it won't even stop me," The heat of the moment provided actual, physical warmth for me in the time I was running my mouth off, but now that I had finished, and begun to calm down, I felt the freezing air on my arms again, wrapping them around myself and drawing my legs closer to generate more body heat.

"Are you cold?" He changed the subject, needing something- anything else to say.

"Its not exactly warm up here," My voice was low and sarcastic, but at hearing my words, Din stood up and stepped behind me. Before I even had a chance to ask him what he was doing, I felt his thick woolen cape being draped around my shoulders.

I smiled softly, not even a real, full smile. More of just a small tug from the side of my lips. My real smile was saved for later.

"Thank you."

He nodded as he sat back down, letting his legs fall over the cliffside.

"So you're gonna leave with them, aren't you?" His head turned to face me, but I couldn't dare try and stare at the beskar while thinking of what I would do. This choice was the beginning of the rest of my life.

"I think so," I didn't think. Thinking was what I had been doing too much of. Now I was certain. This was my choice. I was going to start new, and become something different. I may have been born on mandalore, but I was definitely not a mandalorian.

I had a rush of confidence come through me until I remembered what this meant. It all hit me like a dropship coming out of hyperspace. What was I thinking?

"No," I whispered. Din didn't understand my sudden discouragement, but he would soon.

"Merc and his friends already denied the creed. He's a foundling. They all are," I started to tear up as I realized what would happen to my family. The loss of a child in a clan is bad enough, but my family hadn't done anything to dessrve this. They were caring. They had shown me love. They had given me the best life I could ask for on a planet with such a religion.

"Second thoughts?" He asked genuinely, scooting closer beside me as to maybe get more information from my body language, or even my breathing.

"I can't do this. My family would be ruined. If I ran away, they would be punished for it," I felt tears coming up in my eyes. My clan was good to me. The people were kind, and I found solace there. Even if I had always dreamt about something bigger, I couldn't bear to let ruin come upon my family name. It wasn't fair to let that happen, especially when the only thing in the way was my own selfishness. "I can't leave my family."

I let the tears stream down my face, not even bothering to wipe them away. The contrast of the cold wind on my hot, tear streaked face had helped to calm me down a little.

"If you plan on staying, you understand that I am apart of your future here, don't you?"

"Din, I already told you before... you are not the reason I want to leave," I tried my best to keep myself together, but with my wet cheeks and red, puffy eyes, I didn't see how that could be an option.

What if there was another way to freedom?

I sat, trying to think of some stories that the other clan members would talk about.

"Din?"

He hummed in response, keeping his gaze on me.

"Has anyone in your clan ever mentioned afterlife?" I maybe should have taken a different approach to this. He seemed to be rendered speechless by my topic of conversation, but I had to ask.

"You mean after death?" He asked me and I nodded.

"I've heard some stories."

I thought about how it had been described to me. A paradise, with never-ending happiness, and unlimted freedom. Freedom.

"After you die, you appear in the world as another life. You can do whatever you want and no one has consequences for any of it. It's like a world without chaos. Everything is perfect," I remember every word as it comes out of my mouth. The words that were spoken to me, more like taught to me when I was a bit younger by the elders who had retired from their days of battle.

"It sounds too easy." He said, ripping me out of my fantasy.

"That's the point. You don't have to worry about anything or anyone, because you can do as you please, and everything will still be the same. All you have to do is die...."

"Like being reborn into a different world."

"Exactly."

I hesitated to take my safety blaster from it's holster under my hip, and when I did, I looked at it before pointing it out in the distance and testing the trigger. It shot a blast of lazer energy out into the air, landing somewhere beneath us in the canyon.

I decided that this was not an act to pursue at the moment, for Din was sitting right beside me, and the sight of watching a young girl pull the trigger against her own head might be an unpleasant one. Even for him, though he has seen worse.

I put the blaster back in it's holster and stand up from the rocky ground. Din follows suit, looking down at me with quiet concern. I wouldn't have known it until now, but I wondered if he had come to care for me at all during these last few weeks we had been betrothed.

I'd known him the majority of my life anyways, so I knew he must have felt some sort of attachment to me, but in what form, I hadn't ever cared to ask.

He kept breathing heavily as he looked down at me for a few moments, and it almost sounded like he wanted to ask me something. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words.

"Here's your cape back," I slid the material off my shoulders, trying to hand it back to him, but he pushed it back towards me.

"You should keep it for now. The sun is nearly down, it will only grow colder."

He reached his gloved hand up to my face, and I could swear I felt the warmth of his hand beneath the coarse leather.

I only nodded, and leaned forward, trying to lean my head into him, but he carefully stopped me, his hands on my shoulders. Instead he rested his helmet against my forhead, and the cold beskar wasn't such a bad feeling as it rested there.

"I won't let you down. I promise." He said, clueless of my plans for later tonight, after the tribes were asleep, and no one would be at the cliffside.

"I know you won't. You're a good man, Din Djarin." I paused, trying to gather better words. "A true Mandalorian if there ever was one."

The moment didn't last any longer because of how frigid the air was becoming. It was warmer back with the tribes, they always had a fire burning.

Without another word, we both left the old artillery cavern and hiked down the side of the canyon to get back to our own clan territory.

Once I was at the edge of mine, I turned around to utter a simple goodbye, and found that he was very close behind me. His hand came up and rested on my shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

Maybe this was the last time we would see each other. Tonight I would envoke my plan to freedom, to rebirth. Perhaps we would meet in another life. Perhaps I would have just enough memory of this life to try and find him in the next one. One where I will have freedom.

Tonight I had gotten closer to the metal clad Mandalorian than I ever had before. I didn't regret it. He listened to what I had to say, and there were few who ever did.

His hand fell from it's place on my shoulder, but I didn't let him walk away yet. I pulled him into an embrace, feeling him tense up for a moment before reciprocating. It took him a few seconds to let out the breath he was holding in, but when he did, he found himself relaxing into the comfort.

"Goodbye, Din," My voice wasn't sad, or overly sensitive in any way. I figured it actually sounded quite optimistic.

"You know I'll see you tomorrow." He said, reminding me of the clan meetings. Once a month the clans would gather and each tribe would go over the agenda for whatever was to happen soon. Battles were normally discussed, but tomorrow, me and a few of the others in the other clans would be talked about. Our ceremonial coming of age where we would take the creed.

"Yeah... right. Don't come looking for me, I don't plan on showing up," I said quietly, careful in anyone was to hear me.

He pulled me back at arms length and looked at me, but his black blast shield hid his features and I could not tell if he thought I was crazy or not.

"How come?" His voice was also quiet, as we noticed some of my clan passing by to get to the fire.

"Don't worry about it. You'll still see me tomorrow," I lied. Or did I? Everyone within the five neighboring tribes would probably see me tomorrow.

He nodded, pulling us all the way apart and stepping back.

"Good."

He didn't look like he was gonna walk away until I had gone into the hub of my clan's small village. I turned around and walked towards the large fire, seeing my mother. Her helmet was unmistakable. The pattern of the strill engraved into the side of the beskar. It was her signet. A worthy kill of her days in battle. I would never have one. I walked towards her when she noticed me.

Her modulated voice let out a small chuckle, before I stepped beside her.

"It is well to see you spending time with Din Djarin. Me and your father were afraid you may not have been fond of him," She kept her gaze on the fire, speaking only loud enough for me to hear her, given that the other mandalorians of our village were also gathering around the fire, conversing with each other the same way we were.

"I am fond of him, why would I not be?" I was unsure of what she meant. Sure, I had been keeping a distance between us since my father had arranged our marriage, but I never had shown that I wasn't fond of him. I was polite, and gave him attention when it was asked of me.

"Whenever I or your father bring up the discussion of your eighteenth birthday, you always seem to act like it's the plague," She was smirking under her helmet, and I could tell. I could always tell what face she made underneath her metal covering.

"Maybe it's the fact that I dread getting married at all. I'm not opposed to Din, though," I convinced her. I wouldn't have to try and do that again after tonight.

"Whatever it is, your father will be pleased to know you and him were in each other's company. Although I will stray from telling him you two were alone... you were alone, weren't you?" She turned her metal covered head, trying to figure out from the look on my face.

"Yes," I answered truthfully, knowing there was no point in lying. No damage could be done at this point, except for maybe towards Din.

"And what were you both doing?" She tilted her head, and I let mine drop. I would tell her the truth, because nothing bad could come from it. Or could it.

"We were just talking... about the future," I answered.

"Your marriage..." She suggested, and I nodded, knowing that it did come up in the conversation.

"Yes."

"I shudder to ask if consummating was apart of this conversation," She looked back at the fire, knowing how red my cheeks would turn and how embarrassed I would be.

"No, nothing like that. I can promise you," I shivered at the thought. Din was a good man, but I didn't necessarily need to be letting thoughts like that intrude my mind.

Everyone else around the fire seemed to be distracted by the glowing flames, and my mother was soon the same, so I suggested my absense.

"I'm going to go in for the night, get some rest. Big meeting tomorrow..." I said before reaching out and squeezing her hand tightly.

She nodded to me, and I took my leave, walking towards our living quarters on the opposite side of camp.

I wasn't looking where I was going, and brushed my shoulder against Merc, who was with Gander and Shyloh.

"Sorry, didn't see you coming," I told him, but he shook his head, optiing ti ask me a question instead.

"Don't worry about it, I was looking for you anyway... Did you think about the offer? We leave at sunrise on the north delivery tarmac," He informed me, but I didn't have an answer. I wasn't staying here, but I wasn't leaving either.

"You'll know if I show up," I gave him a smirk, partially just because I was glad to see someone's actual face tonight, and not just a metal facade.

"We can't wait up for you, just know that."

I nodded, letting them get by. Maybe I could go with them. Live this life freely without starting another one.

No.

My family will not be able to handle that. It's better off if I'm dead. At least they won't go on to believe that I betrayed them, turning my back on all loyalty they had ever taught me. They would nevwr wonder if I ever loved them or planned on keeping their wishes.

I could start fresh. They wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. And I wouldn't have to worry anymore either. Rebirth.

I went straight to bed, clutching the woolen blanket beside me close to my chest.

For some reason I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Something that made the sting of salty tears swell in my eyes. I knew that what I was doing was best, but yet I started having a hard time justifying something so drastic. They would get on fine without me, wouldn't they? They would go on living by the creed. This is the way. They will find a way to go on without me, like they did before I was born. Din will be arranged with another girl as soon as I'm gone. Everything will be alright.

The wetness that spilled over my eyes and down my face lasted hours, even though my mind kept telling itself that it was at peace.

It was in the dead of night, when I gathered a few of my belongings into a knapsack, throwing it over my shoulder before leaving out the tattered window of my private space.

I ventured to the canyon, with the moons lighting my way. The planet was never truly dark, due to the brightness and the number of shinning moons, all the color silver.

I set my knapsack down on the edge beside me. By the end of this, I would be at the bottom, waiting to be found the next day. I just hoped it wouldn't be anyone I knew. Of course, the number of people who ever came out here was only two. Me, and Din Djarin.

I hoped he wouldn't find me. I hoped it would be someone from another tribe that was flying over, and happened to spot something at the base of the cliffside.

I pulled my flask to my mouth, taking a large drink. A bit spilled onto my chin, and I wiped it off, feeling the breeze on my face. It was much colder now than earlier tonight. I wasn't sure if I should pull the blanket from my belongings and wrap it around myself, or skip the process of making myself comfortable and just get this over with.

I leaned over, looking straight at the ground, hundreds of feet below me. My heart started racing, and I got scared. Why shouldn't I be? I have every right to be absolutely terrified. I closed my eyes, trying to scoot myself over the edge inch by inch, seeing if I would just drop.

I nearly panicked when my bottom hit a crack in the ground and I thought I was going over. My breath hitched in my throat and I instantly pulled myself back.

"This isn't as easy as I thought it would be," I murmered, beginning to feel the emotional side of everything rise to the surface again. It didn't help that with the absolute silence that circled around me, I couldn't have any single thing to distract me.

I stood to my feet, wrapping my arms around myself to ease the goosebumps rising on my skin from the frigid air.

I stood right on the edge, lifting a foot over and leaning forward, but before I could fall, I again caught myself, the adrenaline working overtime in my system and beginning to heat me up.

That wasn't going to work either. If I could, I would put a blaster to my temple and pull the trigger, but then it wouldn't look like an accident.

I paced around back and forth a few times, trying to calm myself down, to stop the whimpering and to make my tears cease. It wasn't working. I just needed to get this over and done with. A new life, with endless possibilities was waiting for me on the other side. Freedom was on the other side.

I wiped my face, even though it didn't stop me from crying, but it helped me to see clearer. I backed up, into the cavern, all the way inside until my back hit the wall of the ex artillery carvern. This was it. A new beginning. Rebirth. New life. Freedom.

I ran as fast as I could toward the edge, my eyes closed. I could feel the wind blowing against me even harder with my speed, and I could tell the edge was drawing near. Every step I took, I felt as though it was my last one.

I finally felt my foot hit the edge, but then I never fell. Instead, I was tackled to the ground. Whoever landed on top of me was heavy enough to hold me down, because half of me was hanging off the edge of the cliff.

I didn't dare even open my eyes. This was a sign. Someone stopped me.

I clinged onto whoever it was, and knew almost instantly who was laid over me when I heard him groan.

I cried even harder, my head buried in his armor clad chest, and my arms around his neck and his torso.

He was holding me tightly, one hand cradled my head into his neck, and the other firmly gripped my waist. He rolled us both over and I swear I felt him shaking.

"What were you thinking?" He stressed, his grip on me tightening as if he was scared to let go. I was scared too. I didn't want him to let go.

"You have to talk to me..."

I heaved a deep breath, deep enough to steady my voice so my whimpering didn't interfere with my words.

"I want out. I need to get out," I cracked in the middle of saying so few words, but they conveyed the message I was trying to get through.

"I can get you out, I promise.... But please don't ever try that again," His voice was full of worry, and as I suspected, he was trembling in fear.

"I'm sorry..." I cried some more, realizing that what I had done was now the biggest mistake I ever made, even if I was saved.

"It's okay. You're okay. I've got you," He spoke to me, my voice quieting down as my sobbing came to a slow halt.

I lifted my face from where I had burrowed it into his neck, looking up at him. I didn't know what his expression was, but something told me it was fearful, and worrysome.

"I have to get out of here," I repeated again. The last day or so it became my mantra, and would leave my lips often, even just to myself. Mostly just to myself.

"You're going to. You're going with Merc... when are they leaving?" He asked, his arms still around me like mine were for him.

"At sunrise. They're gonna jump a delivery ship on the north tarmac," I explained, my voice was now hoarse and thick, due to not only all the crying I had done, but also the cold night air that had entered my lungs.

"Sunrise isn't for a few hours..." he let me know, and I nodded, knowing we shouldn't probably leave yet, for the walk to the north tarmac wasn't very long from here.

"Din, if I leave, my family is going to get the fire for my decision. I can't let that happen," I told him, my voice had become more firm, and I needed to convey the importance of how much this meant to me.

"I give you my word, that as long as I live, nothing will happen to your family," He swore, and I could just feel his eyes staring into mine. So much so that for the first time since he put that helmet on, I knew where his eyes were.

"I trust you. And I know that you'll always keep your word," I nodded, a small smile finally forming on my face.

Since it got fairly quiet, and we were still entangled together,  I scooted off of Din and opted instead to take the seat beside him.

"I should tell you some things before I go. I just don't want to leave anything unresolved," I admitted, and he stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"I know this might sound horrible, but I hated the idea of getting too close to you. It was like if I had formed an emotional bond with you, I wouldn't be able to leave anymore. And the last thing on my mind had been to stay. I've wanted freedom for a while now, I was just always too scared to say anything. And when my father told me that you and him had come to an agreement for arranging a marriage.... it's like it all became more real to me. My freedom would be taken in just days. The creed of mandalore is sacred, and it's truly an amazing thing... but it isn't for everyone."

He sat and took everything in. All the words that just spewed from my mouth like I had been holding them in for ages went against everything I had ever learned. Everything that had ever been put into my mind was the opposite of what I wanted.

"You're young. You want more than what the creed can offer you. I think you'll be able to find what you want wherever you're going," He said, I knew there was more, for he didn't even mention anything that I had said about not wanting to be close to him, but when he stayed silent, I knew he was finished, and that I still had more to say.

"Din, I wanted to tell you that if I had to be married, I wouldn't have minded it being you," I admitted. I would leave no stone unturned before I was to just pick up and leave forever... maybe not forever, maybe someday I would return to my family, to Din.

"I can't say I don't feel the same," He seemed to become stiff next to me, but I soon found the reason when he suddenly reached for my hand with his gloved one.

I took it proudly, intertwining our finhers together.

"You know, I was only an eight year old kid when you took the creed. I have so many memories of you yourself, but whenever I recall them... I can't see your face. I've completely forgotten what you look like," I laughed a bit, though it was quite a sad thing actually. I could not remember him in a way that wasn't covered in metal. I remembered that he was a boy once, and that he would play with all the younger children in the clan set next to his. He played with me and the kids I lived next to. He was a lively, energetic boy. Always doing something... sometimes causing mischievous acts. He was so different now. But the change wasn't bad. Since he'd taken the creed he has been the most noble, fearsome, and trustworthy member of his clan. Completely honorable in every sense of the word.

"I don't look like I used to. It wouldn't do you any good to remember anyways," He chuckled under his helmet, and it brought a smile to hear the melodic sound.

"Well, if I'd stayed long enough to marry you I would find out for myself," I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling comfort by his presence. If I had made the absolute decision to leave this planet earlier, I could have let myself grow a relationship with him. Romantic or not, he was easy to talk to, and I trusted him. He was a friend to me, and I never imagined more, but now his presence was just something that put me at such ease.

"Do you think you'll ever come back?" He pondered, seeing as just the tiniest moonrays shown down into the canyon ahead.

"Someday. I'll comeback and repay you."

"For what?"

"Saving my life," I replied. My attempt to throw my own life away had been pushed away but I had to bring it up. I owed him my life.

"Anyone would have done the same if they had seen," He insisted, and I shook my head.

"How did you even know I was out here?" My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked for an explanation.

"I couldn't sleep, I took a walk through Ronion until I found myself here. I saw you across from the mesa on the south side... I saw you lift your foot over the edge, I knew what you were trying to do," He said, his grip on my hand got tighter almost instantly.

"Thank you. If you hadn't been there, I would be at the bottm of this canyon." I let so much seriousness onto my voice, and it didn't sound like me.

"Don't thank me yet... not until I get you on the tarmac,"

We sat in silence after that, just looking out over the horizon. When the slightest bit of light hit the edge of the planet, we stood to our feet, gathering my knapsack and begining the journey to the north delivery tarmac.

We were there in no time, and before I could even look for them, Merc and his crew were in sight. They were all sitting with their backs against some cargo imports, waiting for the transport to arrive.

"Well, well, well... look at what the shriek hawk dragged in," Shyloh said, gesturing to me and Din.

"Djarin, I didn't expect to see you here," Merc raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"I'm just here to make sure she gets onto the transport safely," He assured them. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and in the brighter horizon I was able to see a cargo ship coming into the landing area.

"Our rides here," I said, and they all jumped up. Since the ships were automatically run, and don't even require droids, it was often very easy to hop aboard and be carried to another destination. Of course, there were only a few who ever wanted to leave.

I myself hadn't ever left Mandalore, neither had I traveled much even on the planet. Only a few trips to visit the the markets with my father. I never even went into the city, for it was told that in the city lived Mandalorians who did not keep the creed. The tribes were convinced that they hadn't actually ever taken the oath, and just wore the armor for the sake of doing it.

The ship's doors opened, pulling me out of my thoughts, and a conveyer belt folded down to let the cargo units be carried out onto the tarmac for later pickup.

"Alright, it's time to head out," Gander said, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and boarding the transport.

The rest followed after him, but I still had one thing left to do. 

Din looked at me, waiting for me to join the others, but I came close to him one last time.

"You promise my family will be taken care of?" I asked, to which he simply answered with a firm nod. However the look on my face gave him reason to believe that his answer wasn't good enough, so he spoke instead.

"I give you my word. If they are not taken care of, I will let you strike me dead where I stand."

That was good enough for me. He truly meant it. He was a man of his word.

I pulled his head toward mine, resting ny forehead against his in a traditional mandalorian kiss. I pulled back when I heard my name being called from the transport.

"Goodbye, Din Djarin," I told him.

He didn't respond, he just let me go, watching intently as I boarded the ship before the doors closed.

The cargo transports were always on schedule, so as soon as the doors closed, it began lifting into the air. I looked out through the transparent view finder on the side, watching him stand as we began moving out of sight.

"You gonna miss him?" Shyloh asked, his brows furrowing as if he were sorry for me.

"Yes, I suppose I will."

I lost sight of Din, and realized we were leaving the atmosphere most likely preparing for a jump to hyperspace.

"But I'll see him again."

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Tags are open ig...

A/n: please don't get too caught up in the age gap y'all it's just for backstory purposes because this story is eventually going to follow canon events.... (also i know that this doesn't really portray Mandalore correctly, but let's pretend it does because i had this idea)

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