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mars-ipan · 3 months
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HOOO my brother just touched a nerve
#marzi speaks#he asked if i wanted to fish with him and our grandpa#i declined bc i only really like flyfishing#HE goes ‘oh alright. i don’t mean to be misogynistic [bad sign] but it’s kind of a more masculine thing anyways’#i am immediately reminded of one of the first times i became infuriated at gender roles#my great uncle was taking a lot of cousins on a fishing trip#i asked to come with (i knew how to fish at this point- my aunts had taught me)#he said no- fishing is a man’s sport#my mother tore him a new one when she found out#so THAT memory is fresh in my mind#combined with the fact that i am now trans and have had my masculinity called into question#so i get Irritated. and go off on him about assigning arbitrary gendered attitudes to things that don’t require them#and how inappropriate it is for him to assign or revoke from me certain gender labels over the act of throwing string on a stick in water#and he pulls out my LEAST FAVORITE defense: well it’s not a big deal#‘it’s not a big deal’ is the FASTEST way to piss me off. because it’s CLEARLY a big deal to me if i’m bothering to get in your face about it#it’s so damn dismissive i hate it.#so i yell a bit more (‘you’re embarrassing me’ ‘be embarrassed i do not care’) and eventually get myself to a point where i go#‘Look. i’m setting a boundary here. don’t assign values of masculine or feminine or whatever to anything i do bc that isn’t your place’#and he goes. ‘okay. i’ll try for you. for YOU specifically. and i’m not gonna be perfect’#which is frustrating as HELL. every promise this motherfucker makes comes with 50 disclaimers like he’s signing a goddamn contract#so i tell him ‘quit with all the extra shit i’m not expecting perfection you’re a goddamn human being. just tell me you’ll try.’#so he starts again and i have to cut him off after ‘i will try’ so he doesn’t put his damn foot in his damn mouth again#UGGGHHHH. GODDD#i’ll probs apologize to him about blowing up later and try to explain how he touched a nerve#but right now i am going to be frustrated#also i feel like he’s gonna start saying too much because he can never let dust settle and frustrate me all over again so is it worth it?#i dunno#but AGH. GOD
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areyoudoingthis · 11 months
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my mother texted me while i was with a friend and i called her on purpose while my friend was nearby so he could offer emotional support and she had the cheek to get rude and dictate that she would call me later because i was busy even tho I said i was free to talk then jesus fucking christ who does she think she is
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verstappen-cult · 11 days
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I have a request for max!
Reader is a strategist for Mercedes. Max and her, they got married in secret and have a 2 year old daughter together.
I know this is not much to work with but you do you!
(I love your fics <3)
hi bestie! i left the mercedes’ strategist plot out of this, but i hope you still like it! btw this was gonna be really short and ended up being this other thing. <333
You look out the car window and then to your daughter playing with her favorite plushie next to you. She doesn’t know that you’re about to be the topic of conversation for the next week — month even. She only knows that there are gonna be a lot of people trying to take pictures of you both, and that you’re gonna see Dad’s friends too. 
“Hey, baby.” You whisper, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “You’re ready to see Daddy?” She smiles at the mention of her favorite person in the whole world, forgetting all about her toy. 
“Where are we?” She asks, looking out the window. 
You lift her up onto your lap, placing a kiss on her temple. “We’re gonna watch papa just like we do from home every Sunday.”
“We have fun watching papa.” 
“Yes, so,” You take your bag and her plushie before taking a deep breath. “let’s go and have some fun, then.”
It’s no secret to anyone that you and Max have been dating for quite a few years now. You used to be more public about your relationship, but then you got pregnant and Max decided that it was best if you kept things a little more private, and you were more than happy to do it until you started to miss going to the races and seeing him more often. 
Max was a bit reluctant at first, but after some — a lot — of convincing he accepted. The two of you agreed to put some boundaries and to take things slowly. The first step was going to the Monaco Grand Prix, so, you wouldn’t have to travel and he could be home by the end of the day with his favorite girls. And, if things become too much, you can just go home. 
The moment you set foot on the paddock, you know there is no going back. You feel nervous and like your whole body is on fire, but when you look at your daughter’s smile as you hold her in your arms, you forget about everything.
“Mama, look! Papa!” She points to the giant banner to your left. And there he is, alongside a few of the other drivers. 
“Oi!” Dani calls from a few meters away. You wish he would not have done it because it draws attention you really didn’t want. 
“Uncle Dani!” 
You see the exact moment people recognize you, reporters starting to make their way to you at the same time you hurry to Dani’s side. He has a big, bright smile on his face, he’s always smiling but you think he’s genuinely happy to see you and your daughter. 
“Hi, Dani.” The Aussie wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek as a greeting. 
“Hey, angel.” Your daughter makes grabby hands at Dani and, obviously, he immediately takes her in his arms. “Did you miss uncle Dani?” She nods, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. 
“Have you seen Max?” You ask him, but he shakes his head, too busy paying attention to whatever your daughter is telling him in the ear. 
You don’t feel comfortable. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the paddock that now feels like you’re attending your first race for the very first time. You were nervous then, you are terrified now as you see reporters approaching, calling your name and asking about your daughter. It’s not that they don’t know you and Max have a daughter, you and Max have been pretty open about her but always leaving her face out of the family photos you share on social media. However, this is news to everyone. This is a headline. And you know they’re just doing their job.
“Let’s go find him, okay?”
You barely hear him, trying to politely tell the reporter by your left that you will not give any interview and to stop asking about your daughter. Daniel has to give you a little pat on the back to make you walk, sending death glares to the people surrounding you in the process. 
There are phones and video cameras following you along the paddock, and you think you should’ve accepted Max’s offer of waiting for you at the entrance. But you didn’t want to be a burden. You were pretty confident about handling things by yourself but now… not so much. 
“Hey, are you okay? You’re a little pale.” Dani’s voice is soothing. You’re glad he’s carrying your daughter because you don’t feel strong enough to do it. Someone behind you — one of the many, many people following you — pushes you, making you bump into another person by your side. “Watch out! There’s a baby here!”
Daniel is mad and doesn’t hesitate in wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the nearest place that turns out to be the McLaren hospitality. 
“I’m gonna call Max, alright?”  
“What’s happening outside? Oh, you’re here!”
“Uncle Lando!” Your daughter’s voice is what finally pulls you out of your head. 
You walk to Dani, taking her in your arms. “Did you miss Uncle Lando too?”
“Is something wrong?” Lando asks again, bopping the little girl on the nose. 
“So many people,” You breathe out, closing your eyes for a second. “I didn’t think it was going to be this way, really.”
“Well, it’s a big deal that you’re here. Both of you.” Lando looks outside, reporters and cameras ready to catch a glimpse for when you have to leave. “Do they know? The media, I mean, about…” He looks to your hand, right where your wedding ring is. 
You groan, hiding your face in your daughter’s neck, making her giggle. “No, but I’m sure it will be worse when they notice.”
There’s a huge commotion outside that draws your attention. When you look, you find Max trying to make his way through the mass of people. Seeing him makes you relax immediately, but then he’s pushing a man when this shoves a microphone in his face and you don’t feel so relaxed anymore.
“Shit, shit” Daniel is quick to open the doors and go outside, a few members of McLaren following him. “Can you hold her, please?” 
Your daughter goes willingly with Lando as you run outside. Daniel stands between the reporter and Max, his hand on your husband’s chest trying to stop him from jumping over him to get to the man. 
There’s a bigger commotion when they see you, everyone shouting your name and asking questions that you don’t pay attention to, but it’s enough to make Max forget about fighting the reporter.
Max runs to you, hands cupping your face. “Hey, baby. Are you okay? Something happened?” 
“I’m okay. Just—let’s go inside, please.” 
Max doesn’t hesitate. He grabs your hand tightly, not caring about being seen going inside McLaren hospitality, not when you and his daughter are there needing him.
“Papa!” 
Your husband’s face lights up, that pretty smile you love so much making its way onto his face. "Mijn mooie meisje.” The tension on his face goes away the moment he takes her in his arms. 
“You wanna go home?” Lando asks you, handing you a glass of water. 
“Yes, you’re going home.” Max answers for you, hugging his daughter tightly against his chest. 
“We are not. We knew this would happen, well, not at this scale but,” You shrug, taking a sip of water. “I don’t wanna go. We should’ve planned this better.” 
“Yeah, you should have.” Daniel jokes, but when no one laughs he just stands there awkwardly. “Look, she’s already here. You’re not gonna send her home, are you?”
Lando bites his lip before saying, “You won’t be able to hide forever.” 
“I know!” Max sighs, putting down his daughter on one of the sofas. “Why don’t you play while I talk with your uncles for a bit?” Unaware of everything, she just takes her plushie and waits for you to be finished. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel unsafe.”
“We’re safe here. Everyone will take care of us, I know that.” You take his hand, thumb caressing the back of it. “It was just the shock of experiencing all of this again. It reminded me of the first time I attended a race.” You say, shyly. 
“Oh, I remember that.” He has that special glint in his eyes that tells you that he remembers every little detail of that day. 
“Uh, gross.” Lando pretends to throw up, earning a playful push from Daniel.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay?”
“Yes, love. Besides, how are you gonna tell her she won’t be watching papa race?” You look at your little baby, talking with her plushie and showing the toy around. “I don’t know which one of us is more excited.”
“You know it’s only a matter of time before they notice this?” Max takes your hand to his lips, kissing your wedding ring.
“I want them to know.” 
“Oh, thank God!” He exclaims, peppering kisses all over your face. “I hate not wearing my ring on race weekends.”
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sarkia · 1 year
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IN MODERATION
new relationships have that type of fragility that requires care, patience, restraint, and temperance. and, well…katsuki has never been known to be gentle.
or, katsuki struggles with the thought that he’s being too much, too soon.
2.8k+ | no warnings. now this one i actually like :D i luv writing new beginnings yall 😔 i think theyre so cute. anw. reader alluded to as being smaller than bkg. sorry all i j think he's beeg. like massive :(
“would you quit that?”
katsuki pockets his phone, looking up at kirishima. “quit what?”
“bringin’ out your phone, lookin’ at your texts and putting it back in your pocket every thirty seconds.” kirishima replies, gaze straight ahead, occasionally nodding and smiling politely to passersby who wave hello. “and get that look off your face. you’re scaring these poor people.”
they’ve been patrolling the city since the early afternoon. the sun has set about an hour and a half ago, lights from buildings and streetlamps alike lighting up the city, and in all the hours they’ve been walking around, there hasn’t been anything worth paying attention to. not that he wants a particularly busy and grueling day full of fuckers seeking to wreak havoc, he’s just…antsy. and not in any way connected to his job.
katsuki scoffs. “don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do.” his hand drifts to his back pocket to once again reach for his phone, but he catches himself. “‘sides, the point is to intimidate any asshole who wants to start shit. don’t plan on stretching this shift any longer than it needs to be, nip it in the bud and all that.”
“another date night?” kirishima asks, his tone far too teasing for katsuki’s liking. he knows the redhead’s just as bored as he is, and it’s starting to sound like he found something to amuse himself with.
“no.” he grumbles. it’s the truth. this is one of the nights where you’ve made no plans to see each other.
“ah, that explains it.”
“explains what?”
“the whole can’t stop looking at your phone, everything sucks, this day is too long thing you’ve got going on.” kirishima laughs. “clinger.”
the last word earns the redhead a forceful shove from katsuki, even alerting some of the people around them. “i’m fucking not.”
“weren’t you just with her the other day? you’re already acting like you haven’t seen her for months.” kirishima goes on, dodging his hits with a grin on his face. “ever ask her if she’s tired of you yet?”
“fuck you. you wanna end this shift early, settle this somewhere with far less people?”
if kirishima or anybody else must really know, he’s not a clinger. your relationship, new as it is, is very much healthy with good boundaries, thank you very fucking much. is it killing him, making him feel like he’s going through withdrawal going a few days without seeing you? sure. but take this night for example, you’re out with friends for dinner and he’s doing his job. you didn’t make plans to see each other. you have your own thing and he has his. that should be evidence enough that he’s not a clinger.
kiri just barks out a laugh. “i’m bored, but not bored enough to want a beating, so no, thank you.”
he gives his friend one last shove, not bothering to reply as they go on walking through the busy streets on this particularly calm night. the temperature is just right, with a slight breeze that cools the heat left over by the sun earlier. he wonders if you’re having fun at your dinner, is the food good? and how are you gonna get home? you took an uber to go to the restaurant, and he wonders if you’ll be taking one to get back home, too, or if one of your friends will drop you off.
he reaches for his phone again, flipping kirishima off when he snickers. he debates on texting you the questions running through his mind just now, maybe even giving you a call if it’s not too much. your last text was a picture of you and one of your friends, your face lit up by the warm ambient light in the restaurant, with “here! be safe while patrolling tonight please 💗”
he taps on your contact photo, leading him to the screen that gives him the option to call. what if you’re still in the middle of eating, talking to your friends? your last text wasn’t even two hours old. surely he can go one more.
he lets out a sigh. he should probably think about what he’s going to eat after work. something he already has the ingredients for, because he’ll be damned if he has to add the tedious task of grocery shopping to this already tedious day.
“you know, if you’re gonna keep acting like it’s gonna kill you if you don’t, just call her.” kirishima comments.
“what did i just say about telling me what to fucking do?” he takes a few menacing steps towards his friend.
kirishima raises both arms in surrender, a nonchalant expression on his face. “just trying to help out. you’re obviously struggling.” 
yeah, is it that fucking obvious?
to some degree, he already expected it from himself. he wasn’t known to half-ass things, so why should something this important be an exception? it’s a glaring neon sign—the delicate beginning of a relationship is the worst time for someone like katsuki; all in from the very beginning, already brimming with certainty that this—you are it, already devoted to the bone. his patience is already hanging by a thread with how much he’s holding back how viscerally he feels for you. he’s not here to play games, dammit, but he can’t spring all that on you after a couple of months now, can he? even if he’s been sold the moment you talked to him.
his phone buzzes in his pocket, and he feels like the gods have smiled down on him when he sees your name on his lock screen.
we’re getting ready to head home, had a few drinks. how are you?
I’m good. Only an hour and a half left until switch over.
Did you have fun?
i did!! the food was great
Are you taking the uber home or is one of your friends dropping you off?
one my friends will drive us all home 😉
Any plans when you get home?
his palms start to sweat. he knows that there’s a slight implication to his question, but he hopes you don’t take it the wrong way. well, whatever the fuck the wrong way is. he does want to know what you’ll be up to and he’ll be fine if knowing is all he gets, but he does also want to go see you. either way, he's fucked.
hmmm
maybe read. or watch whatever i find
do you have any plans once you’re done? i take it it’s slow if you have all this time to text, pro hero dynamight 😼
Whip up some dinner and knockout early, hopefully.
And yes, it is slow.
you and your old man bedtime
he can just picture the teasing expression on your face, and it makes a smile pull at his lips. fuck, he wants to see you so badly.
“you’re fuckin useless like this, you know that?” kirishima breaks through his thoughts. “villains could get the drop on you so quick. hell, probably even regular civilians. what then? that’s something for the headlines—prohero dynamight dead at 25, attacked while texting during patrol.”
“yeah you’ve got a bright future in journalism with that fuckin’ headline. try that, since you’re so good at bein’ on my fuckin’ ass all the time anyway.” he doesn’t even glance at kiri, too busy typing and deleting five simple words.
Can I come see you?
ever since you started going out a couple of months ago, you’ve been seeing each other every weekend, and some weekdays, if both of your schedules allow it. it might seem excessive to some, but they have no fucking say in what he does at the end of the day. he wants to get to know you and spend time with you, so, with the exception of emergencies, of course he’s gonna make time to see you as often as he can.
he plans out each time you see each other meticulously, whether it be simple lunches or dinners, going to aquariums, concerts, the park, the mall—whatever it is that strikes your fancy. the thing with all of those dates, though, was that they were all planned days in advance. he’s asked about your own schedule first before planning anything. 
you’d gone on a lot of dates, but you’d never gone to see each other spontaneously. he doesn’t know if it’s too early for that, or if you’re at the level where he can drop by your place when he feels like it with just a text as a warning.
kirishima is right, as much as he hates to admit it. you were just together the other night. this night is supposed to be one of those nights out of this week that he’s not spending with you. some semblance of taking things slow, of giving you space and making sure he doesn’t suffocate you with his presence. just one night to miss you, and he’s already fucking it up.
a text from you pops up before he starts another cycle of typing and deleting.
looks like you got busy, don’t wanna distract you too much. goodnight, katsuki. take care.
followed by a picture of you in your pajamas, fresh from the shower and blowing him a kiss. and fuck, the thought of going home to his empty apartment gets less and less appealing by the second.
if he could, he would make the world spin faster with his bare hands, just so the next hour or so passes by quickly so that he can finally get to you.
kirishima must’ve gotten sick of him running his hands through his hair and sighing every five seconds, because he gives him a shove this time. “go. a rookie would be more willing, and frankly, more useful, at this point.”
he gives in with one last sigh, tapping kiri on the back and heading to the opposite direction, back to his agency for a quick shower before going to see you. finally.
“this is going on your record, by the way!” kiri yells after him.
he flips the redhead off. “it’s my agency.”
“it’s mine too!”
it’s not until he’s ringing the bell to your place that his thoughts catch up to him. there he was, rushing through packing his things and freshening up, thinking of his pretty girl—all cozy and warm in her pajamas, ready to go to bed for the night—that he didn’t even remember that he hadn’t replied to her last text.
and now he’s standing in front of her door like an idiot, no warning whatsoever.
he freezes when the door opens, revealing you—even prettier in the flesh—so close that he would feel your warmth if he just reaches out. you look just as shocked as he probably does.
“are you— were you already asleep?” he digs his hands into the pockets of his joggers to hide his habit of clenching and unclenching them when he’s nervous, even tilting his head down to hide his face behind the bill of his cap.
“no, i wasn’t. i—you didn’t reply, i thought you got busy.” he sees your bare feet shuffle on the rug before he finally summons the courage to look back up at your face. “and, didn’t you have like, a half hour left?” you turn your head, probably looking at a wall clock.
“i got out early.”
you nod, eyes going back and forth between his, like you’re looking for something. an explanation, probably, as to why the guy you’ve been seeing for less than two months is at your door unprompted. there’s also warmth there, along with the surprise, or maybe he’s tricking himself into thinking that this wasn’t that terrible of an idea after all.
“do you wanna come in?” you ask, taking a step back and biting your lip, eyes bright.
he nods, taking his hands out of his pocket and taking a step inside, closing the door behind him.
he stays on the entrance for a few seconds, and you do, too, looking at him through your lashes, fiddling with the hem of your pajama shorts. you just look so soft, so warm, so…his, that he reaches out to touch your face subconsciously, but then he pauses midway.
and the question is all there—in his eyes that long to take you in, his hands that seek your warmth, his very being—asking, is this too much? can i do this now? can i have you like this, do we have it like this now?
you catch his hand, squeezing it in your own smaller one, and you gravitate towards each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“hi,” you say, looking up at him with gleaming eyes, and this time, he’s sure it’s not just his mind playing tricks on him—you’re happy he’s here.
“hey,” he finally lets his hand rest on your face, thumb rubbing up and down the curve of your cheek.
“you went to see me,” you whisper.
he chokes out the question with a little more courage now. “‘s it too much?”
you shake your head. “no. was me sending pictures too much?”
his eyebrows scrunch together, but a small smile stays on his lips. “that’s not nearly comparable to what i just did, princess.”
you shrug, leaning your chin on his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck as you look up at him with big eyes. “i feel silly sometimes. what if you don’t like it? you never send any back.”
and it’s then that he realizes, you’re just like him, with your seeking hands and soft eyes; toeing the balance between wanting the other and the fear of being too much—feeling too much, too soon.
and with that knowledge, everything else be damned, he’s all in. it’s not his fault he has amazing discernment. not his fault that he just knows, just as he did with what he wanted to do with life, as he did with everything that matters to him, he just knows that it is you.
he grins, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. “that’s just ‘cause i can’t pose for shit, baby. can’t look all cute like you do.”
your eyebrows furrow. “you’re cute.”
he barks out a laugh, dropping his forehead to yours. “never been called that, but if you say i am, then i am.”
you smile up at him, tilting your head a bit more so the tips of your noses meet. “it’s not too much then?”
“no, it’s not. i like seein’ your face.”
“that’s why you came to see me, huh?” you tease. “can’t go a day without seeing it huh?”
“yeah.” he agrees seamlessly.
you decide to push more. “you missed me, huh?”
he can only nod dazedly, eyes soft and searching, like he’s waiting for you to say something. maybe that you missed him, too.
you decide to string him along a bit more, pressing a soft kiss to his lips without answering, one that he eagerly returns.
you pull away with a grin. “i’m kind of getting tired of your face,” you say softly, teasingly, no bite at all to your words.
a spark of challenge lights up his eyes. “yeah?” he asks as he splays his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. “i take it the next time i come knockin’, you’ll slam the door in my face then?”
“yeah, surely,” you barely finish your sentence before his lips are on yours again. this kiss is hungrier than the last, his tongue delving in to meet yours in a tangle that says everything you never verbalized—you missed him just as much, you need him just as much. you’re just as scared of being too much, too soon, but by god, you can’t hold back if your life depended on it. 
you’re just as sure of him as he is of you.
“‘m just gonna have to scale your building and come in through your window then, huh?” he pants after you break off the kiss, pressing a few more little kisses on your swollen lips like he just can’t get enough.
“uh-huh, you can try,” you say, sounding just as winded as he does. “i’ll call my big, bad pro hero boyfriend on you.” you grin.
“your boyfriend, huh,” he grins, big and proud, one he tries to stifle as he presses his face against your shirt.
and it’s not like his certainty wasn’t bone-deep from the very beginning. but god. god. now it’s like the first time he realized over again. it’s you.
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I believe Aang was right to end the war by sparing Ozai. But the only (imho) valid reason some people say he should have done it is because they wanted Aang to realize that pacifism is flawed.
I'm gonna disagree with you here, because a lot of the flaws fans talk about pacism and how ATLA in particular handles it as a concept are 99%:
1 - People being ignorant/racist and not knowing the difference between pacifist monks and "make love, not war" hippies.
2 - People being ignorant/racist and refusing to understand that there are different kinds of pacifism, even within the same cultures/people groups.
Aang is very clearly not the type of pacifist to go "You can NEVER react with ANY kind of violence towards someone else, even if it's to defend yourself/someone else" (which does exist, both IRL and in the show, just look at the owl spirit in "The Library").
We see him fight, and even be quite aggressive in said fights, in a lot of episodes. We also see he has no issues with invading the Fire Nation. More importantly, for the longest time the Avatar State was a result of him being pissed off enough at some kind of injustice that it makes him lose control, meaning he is very clearly affected by the horrors of war to the point of RAGE.
What makes him a pacifist is the way in which he doesn't WANT to lose control, doens't WANT go from aggressive to full on cruel, and, yes, wants to defeat his enemies, but not kill them.
And as I keep repeating, the show DOES make him question that last boundary he set for himself. He gets told by a past Avatar, who was also an air-nomad before anything, that, when there is such a large threat to everyone's life, including his own, he has to put aside his own spiritual needs and take a life - provided there isn't another option. But there was, so Aang took that, even after he decided that, yes, if there was no other way, he WOULD kill Ozai.
What people don't like is that Avatar, although questioning some types of pacifism, is far more interested in questioning the way people are WAY too eager to use violence to solve their issues, and, more importantly, expect someone else to get their hands bloody.
Fire Lord Sozin starts the war because he, according to himself at least, wants what's best for everyone and would like to share the Fire Nation's glory and great life with the other nations. He tries to do by invading foreign territories, killing his best friend, and commiting genocide. The fucker even has the dragons, an obvious Fire Nation symbol, to be hunted to extintion.
When Jet is angry at the Gaang for ruining his plan to free a village from the Fire Nation's control by blowing up a dam, Sokka asks "Who would be free? Everyone would be dead."
Zuko is banished because he spoke out against a Fire Nation higher-up's plan to use soldiers as fresh meat to bait the enemy into a more vulnerable position, thus assuring the nation's victory in that battle. He openly says "These men love and defend our nation, how can you betray them?"
When Zhao wants to kill the moon spirit, Iroh tries to stop him by pointing out that the Fire Nation needs the moon too (seriously, if it wasn't for Yue's sacrifice and Zhao's death, the Fire Nation would have had to create a word for "Big-ass wave that wrecks everything and kills people" like Japan did).
When Aang is deliberately trying to trigger the Avatar State because he doesn't want anyone else to die in the war, Katara, who had her life ruined by said war, is against it because while she opposes the Fire Nation, she cares about Aang and, in her own words, seeing him in so much pain and rage hurts her too. When Aang can't force himself to go nuclear, an Earth Kingdom ruler attacks Katara and makes both her and Aang, two very traumatized child soldiers, think he is going to kill her.
More importantly, when Ozai wants to burn down Earth Kingdom cities, he says "A new world will rise from the ashes, and I'll be supreme ruler of everything", to which Zuko concludes that, if they don't save the world before his dad takes over, there won't be a world to save.
And what does he say to Aang when he is about to kill him? "You're weak, just like your people. They didn't deserve to live in world, in my world."
Avatar does questions pacifism, and is critical of it on ocasion (again, watch "The Library"). But it's biggest theme is being critical of VIOLENCE, of resorting to it immediately without considering any other option and acting like it doesn't have long-lasting negative consequences, both to the person suffering it to the person inflicting it (see Azula's breakdown, Zuko's angry outburts only making him more miserable, Jeong Jeong growing to resent being a firebender, Zhao accidentally burning his own ships, etc)
The show is constantly highlighting that, yes, sacrifices need to be made for the greater good - but that CAN'T be normalized because it inevitably leads to a never-ending cicle of cruelty, as well as suffering to the one who has to do the dirty job (because lets not forget there's a big difference in how a soldier that is constantly in battle sees the war and how a king that just gives the orders but never goes into the actual combat sees the war).
The show embraces pacifism, despite knowing some versions of it are flawed, because the narratives themes are:
1 - EVERYONE is capable of great good and great evil
2 - No group has the right to impose it's own lifestyle onto others
3 - If everyone is either dead, mentally (and physically) scarred for life, or preparing to kill someone as revenge, then being killed by someone who wants to avenge that person, who will themselves be killed for revenge later, then the "greater good" you're sacrificing everything for doesn't actually exist because NO ONE will have a good life in a world that is stuck in the cicle of violence.
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Something in the Orange
Happy Valentine’s Day babes! Just a little Bob one shot to celebrate the day.❤️
Pairing- Bob Floyd x reader
Warnings- Drinking, language, smut
Summary- North Island’s new medical officer seems to have caught everyone’s eye, but she has her sights set on a certain WSO.
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Knuckles rapping against the shitty cafeteria table startle you out of your thoughts, looking up you audibly groan at who has decided to grace you with his presence. Jake Seresin, or Hangman as you know him has sidled up to the table of aviators and medics with a cocksure smile and flirty demeanor almost every day this week and to be frank it’s really starting to get on your nerves. Being the head medical officer for the dagger squad isn’t a boring job by any means and sometimes all you want is to just eat in silence, today unfortunately no one is giving you that opportunity.
“What’s up doc?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes, he has got to be the cheesiest man you’ve ever met and you still don’t know how any of his lines get him a date.
“Just living the dream Hangman, trying to catch a break and hoping one of you doesn’t wind up in my infirmary today.”
If he gets the hint that you aren’t interested he doesn’t acknowledge, just makes himself at home in your space and swipes a chip off your plate.
“Hard deck tonight, everyone’s going, you gonna tag along? I’d love to buy you a drink.”
You had in fact planned to go, but not to spend time giving Seresin any more attention than his giant ego needed. You had your eye on someone else entirely, but being the shiny new toy in fightertown (single, under 40, and hot) meant that every available guy (and some girls) on the squad had been vying for your attention the past few weeks since your arrival. It was becoming tedious, you knew you would need to set up some boundaries but you’d been testing the waters and just trying to make some friends, not looking for anything serious yet. Well unless a certain someone wanted that but that was a whole other can of worms.
So you just smiled up at Mirimar’s golden boy and told him you’d see him later that evening, not missing the glare a certain bespectacled WSO had directed in his teammate’s direction. You’d unpack that later.
Bob Floyd had been your one serious boyfriend in your navy career, you’d both been stationed together in Maryland in your mid twenties and had gotten on like a house on fire. But you both were young and not ready for anything substantial so when he moved to Lemoore you both agreed to stay friends and see where life took you. It was hard and you were heartbroken but you knew now it had been for the best, neither one of you were ready for marriage at the time and your careers kept you both on opposite sides of the planet which made things even more difficult. But now you were here, seeing each other every day and it was slowly driving him insane having to watch every one of his squad mates flirt with you on the daily. He knew you probably found it hilarious how it got under his skin, he didn’t have the right to say anything about it anymore and that was what frustrated him the most. He’d been the one to break things off, he’d put you both in the position you were in and he couldn’t stand it. But you two had barely spoken since you’d joined the team, and who knows if he even still had a shot in the first place?
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Hard Deck Fridays had become a commonplace for the Dagger Squad and their crew, and tonight was no exception. The bar was packed to capacity, everyone tossing back drinks and toasting to the weekend, congregating by the pool tables near the jukebox while Hangman and Coyote ran the dart board. You finally squeezed your way through the crowd after getting a beer for you and your medic buddy Carrie, grateful that she had claimed a table with Phoenix and a few of the other girls in your group. You all chatted and gossiped over the news of the week and you could finally feel the tension release from your shoulders, it really had been a good idea to get out tonight you hadn’t realized how much you’d needed the girl time.
“Uh oh girls, Rooster’s headed this way”
You all craned your necks to get a good look, there was no denying that Bradley Bradshaw was hot, but he definitely wasn’t your type. He’d made it known more than once that he wasn’t a commitment kinda guy and you were perfectly fine with viewing him as eye candy and letting that be that. But he had his eyes set on you tonight and his heated gaze raking over your body had you feeling some kind of way. “Down girl, it’s been a while but damn you need to get it together” you thought as he made his way over, one night in the sack with Bradshaw wouldn’t be worth the weeks of awkwardness that would be sure to follow and the repercussions were enough to keep him at arms length.
“Evening ladies,” he said with a lopsided grin, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite being indoors, which should have looked stupid but on him it was definitely working.
“Y/n wanna take a walk outside with me for a bit? I’d love a chance to get to know our new medical officer a little better.”
Well he certainly took the direct route, you had to hand it to him. He knew what he wanted and went for it, you could respect that. But as your eyes flicked up to make your response you noticed Bob at the table across from you with Fanboy, eyes boring into yours with a look you knew all too well. That I know what you look like on your knees kind of look, and damn it you were turned on just at the memories of him. So you smiled sweetly at Bradley and politely turned him down, making your way towards the bathrooms with a slight nod of your head in Bob’s direction. He slung back the last of his whiskey and made an excuse to leave the group, no one the wiser at what was transpiring.
In the dark hallway by the restrooms he found you, nervously playing with your bracelet and eyes darting all over as you looked for him. You sighed in relief when you saw him and he reached out for your hand to take you through the back exit into the balmy summer night.
You felt like every nerve was on fire, you’d been avoiding him the past few weeks, afraid to ask how he was or how things had been. What if he was in a relationship? What if he was over you and wasn’t interested anymore? You’d spent way too many nights with your hand hovering over his contact in your phone, way too chicken shit to make the call. But now he was here and holding your hand and you might explode just from the proximity alone. He had bulked up since you’d seen him last, muscles stretching that white tee just right and his hair was lighter from all the days in the California sun. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks and you wondered if they were along his shoulders and back as well, wondered what it’d be like to be in his arms again, in his bed, listening to him sing to you as you fell asleep like he used to. You needed to know if you had a shot, it was right on the tip of your tongue and you couldn’t bury it anymore.
“Robby, uh I know it’s been a while but-“
“I missed you.”
You blinked up at him with shock now, how much time had you wasted the past few weeks avoiding him? Regret flooded you at the realization that you should have had this talk sooner.
“I missed you too.”
He didn’t wait for you to say anything else, crowding you up against the weathered wall of the bar and leaning in to cup your cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his nose along yours and you let out a shaky laugh, he’d always been so good at rendering you speechless, drunk on the smell of his cologne and heat of his body pressed against yours.
“Can I kiss you sweetheart? Wanna make up for all that lost time we wasted.”
You nodded maybe a little too enthusiastically because he huffed out an amused laugh but pulled you impossibly closer, lips molding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. God you’d missed him, no one had ever filled the void he’d left in his wake no matter how hard you’d tried. The two of you a tangled bunch of limbs and tongues in an all too familiar dance that had your hands roaming and bodies grinding into each other, barely aware that you were in a very public space. The bar door flung open and startled you both, Phoenix peeking out into the darkness to find the two of you still pressed together, chests heaving as you gasped for air.
“So I see you two have kissed and made up” she said with a laugh, and Bob hid his face in the crook of your neck, giggles pouring from him which brought on a round of them from yourself. She smiled knowingly and with a wink waved you both off, of course Bob had told her everything about the two of you, it wasn’t a surprise at all in her mind that she would eventually find the two of you like this; it had only been a matter of time. “I like her” you said as you fixed his crooked glasses. “Yeah, she grows on you, like mold” which sent you both into a laughing fit, it felt good to be with him like this again. No more tension between the two of you and it had you craving domesticity with him even more.
“What does this mean?” You whispered up at him, you didn’t know if you could bear it if he didn’t want to start over and the uncertainty in your eyes broke his heart.
“I was stupid, so so stupid. I love you, I never stopped. I won’t screw it up this time baby, I swear it.” He reaches for your hand and sticks his pinky out, knows your affinity for pinky promises and that they are law in your heart. It’s binding, if you two cross this bridge and he makes this promise there’s no going back.
With a shaky breath you link yours with his and blink back the tears that blind your eyes, he really does mean it. He won’t break your heart again.
“Let’s go inside before Phoenix comes back, she’s relentless and it’s time I introduce you to her properly. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He pecks your lips and then helps you fix your hair and dress, leading the way back to your table. To say the group seemed stunned was an understatement, no one but Natasha had known you even knew each other and now here was their quiet WSO with the new girl in his lap kissing her like they’d known each other for ages. Bradley turned to Jake who gave him a flabbergasted look as well, how the hell had Baby on Board managed to snatch you up when they couldn’t even get a second glance from you? Coyote ever the nosy gossip of the group sidled over to the two of you pulling you both from your conversation, Bob giving him an eyebrow raise clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
“Ease up Bob, just curious about how you two kids know each other, you two look awfully cozy.”
You patted Bob’s cheek and smiled, the rumor mill would swirl regardless so why not get ahead of it now? You leaned in to give Bob a quick kiss and then turned all your attention to the group who clearly couldn’t mind their own business, eavesdropping on your conversation and failing miserably at hiding their interest.
“Not that it’s any of your business Lieutenant Machado but Bob and I go way back. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to have my boyfriend take me home and fuck me senseless so if you’ve gotten your answers I’d suggest you find somewhere else to be.” You smiled a saccharine sweet look at him, laced with a bit of venom as you dared anyone to say anything untoward. You knew the guys liked to pick on him and you wouldn’t have it happening on your watch anymore. Coyote gave an incredulous look but got the hint and with a fist bump to Bob made his way back to the group. Everyone else seemed awestruck until you glanced over the room, then they magically all had something else to do or look at that wasn’t the two of you.
Bob and Phoenix choked out a laugh and he squeezed your side, when you looked at him his eyes were hungry, heat pooling in your stomach at the look he gave you. It’d been so long since you’d been together but you would never forget what that look meant and you gasped for air, squeezing your eyes and legs shut at the same time as he leaned in to nuzzle next to your ear.
“Think we should get out of here pretty girl, what’dya say? Time to go home so you can get fucked senseless like you put so eloquently?” He huffs out a laugh, he’d missed your smart mouth and zero tolerance for bullshit.
Your response gets lost in your throat somewhere, but you follow him out of the bar as he waves everyone off, they’ll no doubt have plenty to ask you both on Monday but he didn’t give a shit, you were here and he’d been an absolute fool to let you go. He wouldn’t do it again.
He’d tried to move on countless times over the past few years, if he was honest with himself he looked for you in every woman he dated but no one seemed to fit the bill. You two had kept in contact over the years and he knew you hadn’t settled down either, hope always in the back of his mind that you’d find your way back to each other.
He’d barely made it in the door before he was on you, wrenching your tiny dress over your head to find you in nothing but the tiniest scrap of underwear he’d ever seen. You were grinding your body all over his and whining deep in your throat as he ran his knuckles up against your nipples. Scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, peals of laughter leaving you and he swatted your ass, God he’d missed this. He’d never had this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was easy, like breathing when the two f you were in bed, always talking and laughing while also rough and dirty, the sex was always hot but the partnership you shared was something neither of you could find anywhere else.
You bounced backward as he plopped you onto his bed, and you were suddenly very aware that he had too many clothes on. You needed him now, there would be plenty of time to talk and take time relearning each others bodies but in this moment you wanted him inside you.
“Robby, please. Please fuck me, need it so badly missed you so much.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the dark. Pants made it just below his ass before he was pulling himself free and sliding into you. You gasped as he manhandled you, grasping his face to lick into his mouth as he slammed back into you with a sharp thrust, you had been soaked the minute you two got in the car and were more than ready to let him have you. It was animalistic the way he was fucking into you, sucking and biting whatever skin he could reach as he grunted praise in your ear, how tight your little wet pussy was and how badly he wanted to mark you up, keep you stuffed full of him every second of every day, needed to fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore and you clenched down on his cock, it was too much and not enough all at once, you needed him like oxygen, so many nights you’d spent pretending your fingers were his cock but nothing could ever substitute how good Bob could make you feel.
He needed you to cum, his resolve was crumbling but he couldn’t let himself finish without you letting go first, needed to see you come undone and watch that fucked out stupid smile on your face he’d missed so much while he took what he needed from your spent body. He snaked a hand down to your throbbing clit and swiped slow circles to build you up, watched your chest and neck flush as you began to wail and thrash in his arms, pussy pulsing around him and he couldn’t hold it in anymore, biting down on your shoulder as he came hard, painting your walls in his release as you cried and bucked into him, still coming down from your high.
Finally the heaviness in his chest he’d had since you arrived felt bearable, he took a deep breath that he swore he’d been holding for days and appraised his handiwork as you sucked in deep breaths. Your chest was littered in what would be dark hickies before the weekend was through, bite mark on your shoulder would definitely cause some looks but you looked like an angel from the orange glow of the hallway light, and Bob finally felt himself relax.
You giggled into his shoulder as he melted into you, broad heavy body crushing you into the mattress and you felt like you were floating from the afterglow.
“So, is it safe to say we’re back together?” He said with a sheepish grin and you slapped his ass causing him to yelp and rub his stubble into your cheek.
“Might have to keep my options open, apparently I’m a hot commodity these days” you cackled and he pulled back to pin you by the hips to the bed, attacking you with tickles as you kicked and fought his advances. The two of you would spend the whole weekend wrapped up in each other, and Bob would spend every day proving to you he was in this for the long haul.
Monday morning came too soon, and when the time came to change in the locker rooms the guys were treated to baby Bob Floyd covered in hickies and scratch marks, needless to say they didn’t pick on him again about his lack of sexual prowess, and the incessant flirting from Seresin and Bradshaw miraculously stopped. You were Bob’s girl, off limits and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tagging- @attapullman (thank you for clearing the writer’s block a little!)
@bobgasm
@mamachasesmayhem
@roosterforme
@sailor-aviator
@sebsxphia
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asillylittleistik · 3 months
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do you have any headcanons for alpha karlach with omega tav? or fic ideas? I love her so much🤭
KARLACH MY BELOVEDDDDD
I have so many thoughts on this, I love Karlach so much
Also, you didn't specify if you wanted this to be SFW or not, so I'm gonna play it safe and keep it mostly clean, but if you ever want an NSFW fic or some headcanons, just send in a new request and I can write some for sure
Alpha Karlach With Omega Reader
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Okay can I just say that you will never in your life be with someone who is both as lovingly gentle and violently protective as Karlach
I have a headcanon that, since Karlach was sent to Avernus at a fairly young age, and hasn't been out for very long at all, that you are her first relationship
She's heard all the horror stories from you and some other omegas about creepy alphas who only care about hooking up, and will take any opportunity or push any boundary to get what they want
And being one of those creepy alphas is the last thing Karlach wants
So she is so gentle with you, almost as if you were made of porcelain
She's so subservient to your every need that someone who didn't know better might assume you're the alpha
But she just cares about your well-being so much
On the other hand, though, she is extremely cautious that none of those creepy alphas get anywhere near you
If she sees someone checking you out, flirting a little bit, or god forbid trying to take you out anywhere, she's at your side in an instant
She usually doesn't even need to say much, her appearance alone is intimidating enough
A tall, muscular, pissed-off tiefling, covered in battle scars, carrying a great axe on her back, and literally on fire is usually enough to scare creeps off
But for those that don't get the hint, she isn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty
And then she's immediately at your side again, cupping your face and asking if you're okay as if she doesn't have blood dripping off her knuckles
She just cares so much that you never feel objectified or pressured by anyone, especially her
When your first heat comes, she, respectfully, tries to stay as far away as possible
She doesn't want to take advantage of you in such a delicate state
It's not until one day, after a long day of adventuring, she comes back absolutely DEVASTATED to find her stuffed bear, Clive, is nowhere to be seen
It isn't until she makes her way over to your tent that she sees you've made a little nest in there of all the bedrolls and pillows you all have pillaged in your journey
And then she sees you, bare naked, dripping with sweat, and hugging onto Clive like it was your lifeline
And when her eyes meet yours, all you can say is "he smells like you."
You know she can't leave after that.
For a little while, there's this torturous little game you and Karlach have to play
You want to be around her, but just being in the same tent isn't enough. You want to touch her and feel her body all around yours
But Karlach on a normal day is too hot to touch, and horny Karlach? Yeah, she's nearly set the tent on fire a few times now
She makes peace with it, with not being able to touch you, as terrible as it is for both of you
But you guys find a few... workarounds...
But oh man, the day that Dammon fixes Karlach's engine
No amount of pulling the blankets over their ears could help anyone keep the noise out
It isn't until day 3 that Shadowheart finally gets fed up and casts a silence spell over your tent
But Karlach can't help it, it's what an entire life of not even being near an omega does to her
At the end of your heats, when your brains are a little less foggy, she's back to giving you everything you could ever need
Water? Food? Maybe a small healing spell to helping your aching body? She is an aftercare goddess
That's all she cares about, anyway. In her mind, her pleasure is always second to yours
After the tough hand you've been dealt in life, her one goal is to make you feel special and taken care of
And, for someone as new to being in a relationship as Karlach is, she's doing a pretty damn good job at it
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daylight- oneshot
a/n: she demanded a logan fic... and i fear i must #serve... @oldmoney-champagneproblems song inspo
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word count: 1602
-> logan sargeant x fem!reader, no physical descriptions of reader
warnings: talks about moving, reader having a younger brother, perhaps misrepresentation of sibling relationships?? don't blame me i'm an only child 😔
happy birthday to my pookie n happy new year to everyone!!
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You and Logan have known each other for what seems to be an ice age.
It all started when your family had announced a few pieces of bombshell information. 1) Your family would be welcoming a younger sibling to the world, and 2) in lieu of your younger sibling's arrival, you would be moving out of your quaint little apartment which was at the boundaries of town to a 2 story home which was in the suburbs of the city.
Of course, everything new in your life was a bound to be something to get adjusted to. You're, of course, excited to meet your new baby sibling, but you don't want to leave the only home you've ever known. However, your parents reassure you that you're moving to a nice, family neighbourhood with plenty of kids which are your age. That manages to reduce your apprehension, but only slightly.
When you finally arrive to the newly renovated house, you meet your neighbours. There's Mr and Mrs Sargeant, who seem perfectly pleasant, and there's an older brother, Dalton, who seems slightly perculiar but nice enough..? And last but not least, you meet the youngest brother, Logan, who comes tumbling out of the house who gives you an awkward smile and a timid wave.
At first, you don't really think much of Logan. You think that he's pretty shy. Perhaps he's just introverted and takes a while to warm up to people. But then, on the first day of school, he knocks on your door, and the two of you walk to school together. From that day onwards, the two of you were inseperable.
When Logan is eight, his dad begins to bring him to Karting competitions. It seems that he's actually beginning to take this thing seriously. On days where his competitions don't clash with your school, your parents let you follow Logan to his competitions, and you're always the one who cheers the loudest.
When he tells you that he's making the move to Formula 4, you're absolutely elated for him. This is always what he's been aiming for, to move closer to Formula 1, but something seems off. "Logan?" You tentatively ask, trying not to set off any alarms. "Yeah?" He replies, seeming quite preoccupied. "Why don't you seem happy?" You ask, the air of the room abruptly shifiting to become chilly, even slightly cold. "I'm gonna have to travel away from home to compete. That means I won't see you that often."
Of course, you still talk to him. You FaceTime him when you can, when you aren't preoccupied with school, and when he isn't busy flying around the track. But then, he proceeds to progress up to Formula 3, and that entails 2 things: 1) He'll have to travel more for races, and 2) He'll probably have less time for himself and more competition.
So natrually, the two of you begin to drift apart. This isn't something that's premediated by the two of you, because the two of you were like peas in a pod, but then again, you're absolutely swamped with you're classes, and Logan's never been more busy in his life with all of the races he has to compete in.
Of course, when you see the announcement that he's been promoted to Formula 2 in 2020, and naturally, you congratulate him on his progress. But the two of you barely have time to talk. You're just about to start college, and he's busy racing. So it remains like that for a while. You see that he does well in races. You congratulate him, and he always replies graciously. But then again, your friendship feels as if it's been displaced in favour of your academics, and his career.
You're in University when you see that he's moving to Formula 1 for 2023. Usually, you'd just drop him the obligatory congratulatory text, but this seems bigger than that. He's moving to Formula 1. So you call him, in between your classes. When you press the call button, he picks up within three rings. "Hello?" His voice, although familiar, sounds much deeper than it once was. Yet, it still warms your soul like nothing else could. "Logan." You breathe out, grinning at the easy familiarity the two of you could fall into at the snap of a finger. "Y/N." You can hear his smile over the phone. "You're in the big leagues now, huh?" You throw yourself on your dorm's bed, looking at the ceiling while chatting with him. "Yeah. It's pretty crazy." He laughs, seeming to be in slight disbelief himself. "Red, white and blue baby!" You exclaim, making him chuckle, "Don't forget about your girl back home, though." "Never," he laughs, "I could never forget about you."
You don't really talk to him after that phone call. Of course, you drop the occasional text, which he's always eager to reply to, but your assignments are pratically eating you alive. Just a little while longer, you tell yourself, just until the Summer break, when you can go home, and enjoy cooling swims in the backyard of your parent's house and return to the people who you love most. Of course, you're absolutely elated to see your parents again, as well as your younger sibling, who happens to be an absolute joy to be around, and Mr and Mrs Sargeant too, who are always so pleasurable to be around, (truthfully, you're not too fond of Dalton. Throughout the years, you've had to tactfully avoid Dalton's passes at you, but hey, who knows about this year?) but a part of you yearns to see Logan again. It's been too long since you've seen him, and actually spent time with him, and you've checked, his Summer break perfectly aligns with yours, so who knows?
You arrive back home, suitcases in hand. Your mother warmly embraces you, and your father greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Your younger brother bolts down the stairs at your arrival, and practically throws himself at you. You're equally as overjoyed to be seeing him after such a long time.
Just as you've finally settled down in your old childhood bedroom, you decide to peer out the window, facing the driveway. There, you see in unmistakable figure of Logan Sargeant. Your heart begins to race, and you practically swear that you're travelling at the same speeds as a Formula car. At first, you don't make your presence known behind him. You just sneak up behind him as he chats with his mother on the driveway, and hold a singular finger up to your lips as a signal to her to keep quiet. She only gives you a knowing smile. But then again, you get kinda tired of waiting around. You tickle him. He lets out a scandalised gasp, and he snaps around to face you, and instantly, you're hit with a barrage of tickles. You laugh until your face is red, your cheeks begin to hurt, and tears leak from your eyes. Then, when he's finally done with his vicious attack against you, he embraces you in a hug, in the warmest hug you've ever known.
You decide to give Dalton a chance. Yeah, maybe he comes off as a little weird at times, but he seems nice enough, so the two of you go out for dinner. Does Logan seem slightly disapproving at the prospect of his brother and his best friend that he's loved since he was six going out? Maybe. But you don't know that. You don't need to know that.
So begrudgingly, Logan let's the two of you go out to dinner together.
Put nicely, you had a shit time at dinner.
You thought maybe, just maybe, after so many failed romances and poor dates that you would've had a chance with someone who was more familiar, and didn't come from a random lecture or a shitty dating app. But no. This was even worse. Dalton won't stop going on and on about the ex he can't get over. Rebecca, or something like that. Then what was the point of even brining me on a date then? You bitterly muse to yourself, gradually learning how 'hmm...' at the right times and tune him out. At one point, he even had the audacity to compare you with her. 'You know, Rebecca was more chatty. You don't talk a lot, do you?" Dalton asks, slight sass in his voice. "No, I do talk. Just about the things I like." You mumble, stabbing into your food.
At the end of the night, you're beyond emotionally spent. You plop onto the bed, and just start sobbing. Not because of the date, which was pretty bad, but just because you begin to wonder, am I really that bad? But just as you begin to expand on the matter, you hear three familiar knocks on your door. This was the secret knock you and Logan used to use when you wanted to see each other, and frankly, you're astounded that he still remembers. "Come in." You wince at the hoarseness of your voice. "Baby," he pratically coos when he sees that your eyes are red and swollen, "Come here," He opens his arms, and you practically fall into his chest. The gentle circles he's rubbing on your back soothes you, "That bad, huh?" He chuckles, wiping away the stray tears on your face. "I could treat you miles better, you know that?" "Do you know what a kilometre is?" You tease, which ellicits a laugh from him. "No, but I'd be willing to learn for you."
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wndaswife · 1 year
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Please please make a drabble about Taylor Sloane being denied to cum by reader because she's been bratty all day 🥺
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「 taylor sloane & gn!reader 」
tags: smut, fluff, fingering, edging, praise, daddy kink, sub!taylor sloane, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.
word count: 1848
summary: Taylor snaps at you for trying to get her to feel sorry for how she treated the waiter at the restaurant you ate at together, and instead of letting her cool off, you decide to teach her a quick lesson.
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“Yeah, this wasn’t what we ordered,” Taylor bit at the waiter, looking up at him with an unamused expression. 
He turned back to your table and flipped through his notepad. “The… the shrimp fettuccine alfredo?” he read out loud, looking up at Taylor.
“I’m allergic to shrimp,” she said, pushing her plate towards him. “I wouldn’t have ordered that.”
You rested your forehead in your hand then looked out past the open balcony of the restaurant.
“I apologise for the misunderstanding,” the waiter apologised quickly. “Would you like me to take this away for you and come back with something else?”
Dismissively, Taylor replied, “Get the shrimp out of it. I want a new one.”
You heard the waiter take the plate from the table and scurry off.
“Can you believe that?” your girlfriend scoffed with the waiter still in earshot. 
“It was a mistake,” you said, straightening and looking down at your bruschetta.
Taylor adjusted the fork and wine glass on her side of the table as if cleaning up the restaurant’s poor presentation. “After hearing the good reviews of these guys, you’d think they’d at least be someplace that pays attention to their orders,” she complained.
Ignoring her continued whining, you picked up a piece of bruschetta. 
“Can I have a bite?” Taylor asked, leaning forward in her seat and smiling at you. 
You positioned the bruschetta forward in front of her mouth and she stuck her hand underneath it to catch its crumbs before taking a bite. She hummed satisfiedly as she chewed.
“That’s really fucking good,” she said when she swallowed. 
“Gonna post a positive review on your Instagram?”
She answered with a laugh, “No. They still got my order wrong.”
Now feeling irritated by her snarkiness, you said, “Taylor, it was an accident, Jesus. It’s still a perfectly fine restaurant.”
“When you have standing like I do on social media, then you’ll realise how important it is that I recommend actual good restaurants to my followers,” she replied, leaning back in her seat and looking over at the restaurant’s kitchen. 
Taylor had good intentions, truly, she did. That knowledge was what kept your head together when she acted out like she did at the restaurant. Here and there, you’d bring certain situations up again at home or somewhere private, expressing how she’d made you uncomfortable. She was mostly understanding and mostly apologetic. 
But not today.
“I didn’t love how you were behaving at the restaurant earlier,” you told her, setting down the house keys. 
Sometimes it helped to be honest with her. You’d discussed this together before, previously setting boundaries about each other’s comfort and prioritising honesty. 
Taylor scoffed and set her boots off to the side. “Behaving?” she jeered. “What am I, a child?”
“Are you?” you asked, following her into the living room where she sat down on the couch. “Because that’s how you were acting.”
She leaned forward, her hands on her knees. “Sure, okay, Y/N, then let’s just let them get away with having shitty customer service,” she retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes and leaning back onto the couch. 
You sat down beside her and turned on the television. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” you told her.
Taylor sat up on the couch, straightening her back and leaning forward with her arms thrown up in the air. “It’s not a big deal!” she said. “You’re making it a big deal. It’s a fucking restaurant.” She slumped back down onto the couch and crossed her arms petulantly.
For a moment you considered just letting her cool off and find it in her to apologise at some point. She would have to apologise for being a bitch sooner or later, because it truly wasn’t acceptable for her to treat those people the way she did simply because they misheard her order.
You looked over your shoulder to her and she was practically pouting, looking over at the window with her arms still crossed.
Then an idea came to you.
You set the remote down, letting some movie the two of you had been watching before you left for the restaurant play in the background. You moved close to her, placing a hand on her knee.
“Come on, Taylor, you know I don’t like to argue,” you said. “I don’t wanna see you all pouty.”
That made her more upset and she pushed your hand away while protesting, “I’m not pouty!”
“Okay, fine. You’re not pouty,” you gave in. “But I know you’re upset.” You moved closer so you could wrap your arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug.
She looked away from you stubbornly.
You coerced, “Don’t be so childish. Tay, come on.”
“I’m not,” she answered.
“Prove it. Give me a kiss to show you’re not being a brat about it.”
While considering your words for a while, Taylor didn’t respond. Then finally she turned her head back to you and pecked your lips. 
“There,” she bit. “Are you happy n-”
You wrapped your hand around her chin suddenly, keeping her face towards you as you continued to kiss her. With your free hand, you pulled her legs towards you so she was no longer balled up on the side of the couch. You carefully mounted her. 
Her protests were muffled against your lips as she pushed at your shoulders and tried kicking you off. Your lips found her neck and Taylor’s squirming ceased. She pressed her lips together tightly and tried her hardest not to show any indication of pleasure. 
But as you looked up at her from the soft slope between her shoulder and neck, you saw the way her eyes were shut tightly and felt the way her hand began to run up your back encouragingly.
Spoiling her a bit more, you groped her breast through her blouse, pulling the collar of it down slightly to slip your hand down beyond her bra, your fingers brushing against her nipple that hardened at your brief contact.
She shuddered beneath you and finally uttered out a quiet, “Y/N, please, more.”
“You want more, baby?” you asked, kissed her cheek.
Your girlfriend nodded quickly and her arms wrapped themselves around your torso. 
Quick to oblige, your free hand ran down her stomach while you met her soft lips with your own, feeling her moan and exhale against you as you undid her shorts and slipped your hand into her panties. 
Your fingers came into contact with her already-wet cunt and you ran your fingertips through her folds languidly. 
“Oh, my pretty girl, this is all for me now, is it?” you inquired, giving her breast a harsh squeeze. Her body arched from the couch and with her hands flattened against your upper back, she pulled you against her so she could feel you close.
“Mhm,” she answered. “Always for you, Y/N.”
You kissed her lips and took her bottom lip between your teeth, tugging at it teasingly before letting go and pressing your lips to her temple. You drew circles against her opening with the pads of two fingers then after a moment, you slid three digits into her.
Taylor moaned and she buried her face in your neck. 
“That’s my good girl,” you praised and felt her clench around your fingers at hearing your words. 
Your thumb began flicking at her clit as your fingers found a pace to fuck her with. The confines of her jean shorts only allowed you to pull out so much, so you supplemented and thrusted your fingers back in with a certain force you knew she liked.
She began to massage her own breast while you worked on the other, clumsily pulling down her bra and collar of her sundress underneath her tits to allow her to tug at her nipple. 
You parted your fingers inside of her, spreading her soft walls apart. You peppered her neck in kisses, moaning against her skin and letting her hear how much you loved she way she felt, how much you loved fucking her pussy. 
“I’m close, daddy, please,” she pleaded, running her fingernails down your clothed back in desperation.
You lifted your head and released her breast to cup her cheek, making her face you. You kissed her swollen pink lips now removed of her lipstick and spoke against them, “I want to see you come for me, baby.”
Taylor was a wonderful lover in bed, simply because anything she refused to tell you you’d always be able to map out with her body. Oh, and how you loved shaping her with your hands, uncovering her secrets with her body and communicating in a language only the two of you knew.
You felt her as she grew close to her orgasm; she hugged you tighter, her breath hitched and nearly caught in her throat, her walls clenched around your fingers, she lifted her hips up and chased that flicking of your thumb against her clit.
You pulled out of her within a blink of an eye, leaving her to pant and catch her breath, feeling the way her heart beat wildly in her chest and the way sweat dripped down the back of her neck. Finding that it would’ve been cruel to laugh at her confused expression, you repressed your laughter and simply kissed her forehead as you pulled her bra and sundress back up and buttoned her shorts.
She stuttered as she sat up, “N-No, but I-I wasn’t… I didn’t-”
“I know,” you answered simply then pecked her lips. You slid your fingers into your mouth, tasting her juices and sitting back down in your previous spot. 
“Better than the bruschetta, really,” you teased once you licked the last bit of her from your fingers.
But Taylor wasn’t even listening to the joke she certainly would’ve playfully kicked you for. She sat up onto her knees and leaned against you, tugging at your sleeve and arm.
“Please! Please, Y/N!” she begged.
But you just replayed the last fifteen minutes of the movie, seemingly having moved on.
“Please, I apologise, okay?” she supplemented desperately. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch at the restaurant. I’ll… I’ll write them a good review on my Instagram, even. Y/N, please!”
You couldn’t hold back your laughter and you looked over at her, trying to pull your arm away. But she had a pretty tight grip on it. “Taylor, oh my god,” you laughed.
“Please!”
Meeting her eyes, you saw the genuine remorse for her actions somewhere past her crazed libido. Not that you were surprised, because like you’d always known, Taylor did have good intentions despite her habit of being a bit of a brat.
Damn.
She had you wrapped around her finger.
Seriously.
You placed your hands on her hips and lifted her onto your lap, uttering a playfully begrudged, “Fine.”
Taylor cheered and hugged her arms around your neck, kissing your face all over. 
“Oka-ay,” you whined. “Arms up. I gotta take your dress off.”
She obeyed quickly, but not before pecking your lips again.
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Astrology Observations and Advice ✨ (TW talks of ED)
From a non professional astrologer who has no idea wtf she’s posting half the time 💕
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Chiron 4th house in Capricorn, Your dad may be very hard on you, like a perfectionist dad. Could have also been abusive. Could be the type to comment on your shortcomings. Remember that you are enough as it is, don’t be so hard on yourself, treat yourself as you would a friend. With compassion and kindness. Its okay to make mistakes in life. It’s common to have daddy issues with this placement, so try not to let that affect your love life, this is a personal placement of mine😜 rlly into toxic men, but they ain’t good for me, so let us be aware of that. Don’t take life too seriously, do the serious shit without being too serious about it. Idk if that makes sense but for example, let’s say u got a math test, do the math test seriously, like study and shit but don’t let the stress of it consume you because it rlly ain’t that serious.
Aries moon, especially men y’all’s temper is unregulated af. Ive seen y’all snap at stuff that energy shouldn’t be wasted on, y’all are one of the most emotionally reactive signs I have ever met. Like a ticking time bomb. This moon sign might have experienced a mother figure that was harsh and emotionally neglectful. Very hard on you, wasn’t that nurturing when raising you. The type of mom to tell you to get up and wipe the dust off when you fall and scrape your knee as a kid. y’all gotta delve into those emotions in a healthier manner. Therapy and journaling could be very beneficial. Go to one of those rage rooms where ppl break shit, I feel like y’all would go all out. There’s definitely some pent up anger. This goes for Scorpio moons too, y’all is more internal though, got some deep dark thoughts and intense internal feelings that could easily overwhelm which is why downtime is needed.
Speaking of some Scorpio moons I have met, don’t let your trust issues fuck things up. This a hard placement, y’all feel things so deeply, but just cause one person backstabbed you don’t mean everyone will. Open up to people, trial and error and you’ll find that person. Obviously set boundaries and don’t just trauma dump on everyone you meet, but don’t build an invisible wall as soon as you meet someone. Not everyone is out to get you.
(TW) Taurus risings I’ve met have dealt with some type of eating disorder. Could have had family members or people comment on their weight as a child or just got rlly influenced by the negative parts of social media. Every taurus rising I’ve met has dealt with body issues, y’all are actually so beautiful though, and I’m sorry you don’t hear it often,no matter the size. You guys are also so photogenic, like maybe I’m just the type of person that sees human beings as cute in general but istg y’all could be making the ugliest of faces and I’d still think it’s charming 😭 my best advice would be to stop comparing yourselves, and to learn unconditional love towards your body at every stage it’s at. We’re gonna be 60 and wrinkly anyways, might as well enjoy what it can do for you now!
I have this friend who’s a Capricorn sun and moon, and as a Gemini sun and moon myself I feel so similar to her in like every aspect. Idk if it’s because we’re both born on a new moon, but anyways, this girl needs to learn to open up😭 like hun I wanna be your shoulder to cry on, don’t get me wrong she will vent, and spill the tea, but when the waterworks come out she’d rather isolate. I’m just like naurrrrrr, come back. I might not be comfortable with tears and shit but il awkwardly pat your back and listen to you. Either way y’all don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, you aren’t a burden and you can’t deal with it yourself. Stop trynna convince yourself that you can. Humans are social creatures and our primal instinct is to receive and give love. M
ANYWHOOOO y’all I rlly ain’t that knowledgeable about this shit, I’m rlly going off my friend’s placements (and mine). I am studying astrology tho so maybe one day 🤠 but I got the memory of a goldfish so it might take a while, I appreciate everyone who’s been liking my posts though THANK YOU💕💕💕💕
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glitterypirateduck · 9 months
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GPD’s CoD Recs - Strong Female Lead
Last Updated 10/8/2023
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Some recs will fall under several categories, so they may appear in more than one list/post
What is a strong female lead? It’s someone who is a bad ass on the battlefield, boardroom, and/or bedroom. They are leaders, take up space, break stereotypes, and push boundaries. In most recs you will find the reader/OC works with or for the 141. I know everyone’s version of what makes a “Strong” female is different. Strong doesn’t mean perfect. In this list you will find women who are strong, physically, mentally, and/or emotionally. Enjoy!
Featuring Ghost
Absolution by @barefoothighlander   - You're a sniper and hostage negotiations specialist in the military, secretly married to Ghost and now you are wanted on a mission with the 141.
Bodyguard by @strlingsav   - Alternate AU - You’re strong, career-oriented woman. Simon is your bodyguard. You’re a bad ass in the boardroom and in bed. ;)
Fortis Soli, Fortiores Una by @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot  - OC is a standout soldier who has been through it, but is still kicking ass and taking names.
Illicit Indulgences by @floralpascal  - You’re new to the 141, a skilled sniper, enough to have caught the eye of Ghost. Chapter 3 is delicious!
Maneater by @strlingsav   - You’re an extremely skilled soldier recruited for a last-minute op with the 141.
Reaper by @barefoothighlander   - You are a sniper working with the 141 and giving Ghost a run for his money. The end will have you smiling :)
Spillways by @barefoothighlander  - You joined the 141 about a year ago, your file is completely redacted. You mysteriously kick-ass!
The Captain by @as-is-above-so-below  - You’re a sniper asked to join the 141 on a mission. Reader goes absolutely feral. I love this one - read it all!
Through the Ashes by @lunarw0rks  - You work for the 141. Reader gives Ghost a piece of her mind in later chapter. It rocks.
Till It Hurts by @halcyone-of-the-sea  - You work undercover for the CIA, 141 is sent to extract you. Reader has been through it, but she is strong as hell. Love this one. Read both parts!
Featuring Alex
Convallaria Majalis by @nightingale-ghost-writer   - You’re recruited by Laswell to go on an undercover mission with Alex.
You Are My Peace by @bloodonmyhands-1221  - Because military spouses/partners are stronger than I could ever imagine. 
Featuring Price
Cheating Heart by @halcyone-of-the-sea  - You work with the 141, you break up with your shitty boyfriend and take matters into your own hands! 
Lake of Fire by @captainfern  - You’re the Captain of another task force and forced to work with the 141. Some light degradation but this female captain holds her own! 
The Killing Moon by @deadbranch   - Hard to explain without giving away too much so I’m gonna leave you with this quote: “In a non-combat arms role you have more confirmed kills than any individual soldier or officer on either side of the pond… now how’s that?”
The Mothiverse by @lunarvicar  - Just read this one, it’s very cool! OC is a defector the 141 finds and helps out. Without giving too much away, it’s a juicy adversaries to lovers series!
Sacrifices by @tacticaldiary - Love watching a strong female take charge!
Waking Lions by @writeforfandoms   - You’re an independent intelligence agent. Lots of teasing and flirting in this one!
Featuring Soap
I’d Fight For You by @mvtthewmurdvck   - You work with the 141 and literally fight Ghost to get to Soap. I’d say that’s a pretty strong female!
Added 9/24/2023
Mind The Gap Series by @darthglitterfanfiction
Added 10/8/2023
Edge of The World Series by @deadbranch - Set in late Cold War era Eastern Europe, Captain John MacTavish finds himself falling in love with Anya Stilwell, a skilled spy and interpreter, in an angsty web of espionage and an enemies-to-lovers plot.
This Fic by @mistydeyes - Working behind the scenes is a group of highly trained and focused women. They're only whispers until the 141 is put into a perilous position and require rescuing.
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Look out its a Linkblr Dashboard Simulator!
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So who was gonna tell me the Surface is Real, huh? Who.
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Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?
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Nah turns out she's my best friend though.
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Hey btw, If I kill a god does that make me one? Is there like. Rules for this? Asking for a friend. (Like seriously. I don't care. He does.)
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Today's Fact: Did you know Trains are the reason New Hyrule has Standardized Time Zones? As citizens needed to know when to get to a train station, the council lobbied for standardized time that could be applied precisely for travel by train! The entire modern perception of time is because of the Train!
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Thanks, I hate it. Lets go back to living by the sun rise and set.
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??? We've always had standard time zones??? What are you talking about. Trains didn't invent that.
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...they literally did. I re-researched this to double check. What are YOU talking about?
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Time zones? Like. The era of Legend, the Golden era, bullfish like that?
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... you can swear you know? I'm 12 not a baby.
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you're HOW OLD? I thought you were a Royal Engineer???
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12? It's in my bio?
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I love you but get the hell off of this website why are you here
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Can we go back to the weirdo who thinks Time Zones are HISTORICAL PERIODS?
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Haha yea total weirdo, what, are they like 400 years old or something? Lol
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Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job
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Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.
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Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!
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Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??
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Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.
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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!
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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:
Hugging
Kissing me
Kissing me directly on the lips
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Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3
And this is NOT okay
Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness
Ignoring me
Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.
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Link. This is not what I told you to post.
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Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!
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Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.
Thanks everybody
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Lol this loser doesn't know how to make sideblogs
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The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?
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The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".
-The Diety
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...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.
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Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard
-Green (?)
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I am going to kill you.
#we have all agreed to not utilize this blog until the poll is complete #so shut up green
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I’m outrageously down bad for him but can you please (if you want to) write a scenario where they’re cuddling and the readers straggling his lap but he gets a little bricked up 🙀🙀
A/N: hey sooo... i did it, i finally wrote an NSFW piece lol. this is my first time posting that type of content here so pls let me know what you think!! and if you're not comfortable reading this content feel free to exit my blog!
Word Count: 1.9k+
Warnings: NSFW, smut, established relation ship (again, if you're not comfortable reading this please keep scrolling)
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Just Me And You
Y/N usually enjoyed rainy days, she liked the cold weather and wearing big hoodies, but not when it ruined her plans with her favorite people.
Dalton, Chris and Y/N had made plans to explore the town and find a diner that made at least decent milkshakes. But with no car and no real destination, they decided it would be the best idea to postpone it to another day.
“One of us should learn how to drive… and get a car” Chris said exiting the elevator, the other two following her.
“And that should be you” Y/N replied.
“No, it should be someone responsible”
“Then I guess we need to find a fourth member” Dalton said jokingly. 
“I know you’re joking but I vote yes to that, being the third was okay for the first few months but you two are unbearable to watch sometimes” Chris opened the door to her and Y/N’s dorm, dropping her backpack next to a pile of dirty laundry somewhere on the floor. 
“What the hell? You set us up” Dalton replied, following the girls into their room. 
“And I will have to live with that for the rest of my life” Chris went straight to her bed, getting comfortable with a bunch of blankets for the current weather “I’m gonna take a nap, it’s the only acceptable thing to do when it’s raining like that” 
“Oh-“ Y/N was getting the feeling that she was being kicked out of her own room.
“I’m sure you’ll find something to do in Dalton’s dorm” Chris said as if she was reading Y/N’s mind. 
“Thanks for the hospitality” Dalton joked, ready to walk out. 
“My pleasure”
Y/N and Dalton left the room and started walking towards the elevator “Guess it’s just me and you then” He said. 
“Yeah” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend “What should we do?”
“We could just stay in and watch a movie or something, it’s raining too much out there” 
“Let’s watch a horrible movie and regret it later” 
They agreed to buy snacks from the vending machine downstairs and stay in Dalton’s room, they didn’t wanna go out in that weather and they definitely didn’t wanna bother Chris. 
After scrolling for a bit, they chose a horrible movie they discovered to be one the lowest rated films on letterboxd, and it was horribly rated for a reason. It wasn’t the type of film that was so bad it was kind of funny, it was borderline unwatchable. They wanted to give it a chance and try to finish it, but when their brains couldn’t take it anymore, they decided to do something more fun. Kissing.
What started like any other kiss quickly became something more heated. Turning into a heavy make out session. They weren’t unusual but something about the weather made Y/N want to feel closer to him.
Y/N moved to his lap almost on instinct, resting her knees on each side of him. Barely stopping to catch their breaths and only for a couple of seconds. 
The minutes went by and eventually Y/N broke the kiss to look at him. She smirked before kissing the corner of his mouth, then leaving a trail of kisses leading to his neck. Dalton let out a shaky breath, which made Y/N stop “Is this okay?” She asked, a little concerned she overstepped his boundaries.
“Yes” He said barely above a whisper. After hearing him say that, Y/N went back to his neck, exploring new ways to pleasure him. 
Dalton was enjoying it, maybe too much. He felt his sweatpants get tighter and his body get warmer. He felt his face burn, getting worried Y/N would know what was happening to him. 
In an attempt to hide his situation he shuffled under her, which only made Y/N notice it. She let out an involuntary moan and Dalton got more worked up at the sound. They have done stuff before, but it never got to… that.
Y/N kept kissing his neck and Dalton was caressing her back, occasionally moving to her hair, while she tried really hard to stop her hips from squirming on his lap. Dalton noticed this and gripped one side of her body to steady her. But that only made her wanna shift more. His touch was almost overwhelming, but she wanted more.
Dalton’s hands moved to her thighs, holding them in their place, which sent Y/N goosebumps all over her skin warning her of another feeling. She was having a hard time focusing on anything, so once she stopped working on his neck, Dalton took the opportunity to return her neck the favor. 
She inhaled as her hands took a fistful of his shirt, quickly moving them to the hem of it. She tugged it asking him for permission to remove it, to which he hummed in response. 
Y/N removed Dalton’s shirt and the sight of her shirtless boyfriend made the feeling between her legs stronger, not being able to hold it anymore she started to rock her hips against his lap. 
“Hmmm…” Dalton hummed quietly. He kept his lips on her neck and the vibrations of her sounds made him drool. He stopped what he was doing to look at her. 
“Are you okay?” Y/N asked him, stopping her movements. She needed to be sure they were both okay with what was about to happen and that they would both enjoy it.
“I just- I’ve never” He stammered. 
“Me neither” Dalton’s breathing was getting heavy at this conversation “Um- Should we-“
He interrupted her “Only if you’re ready” 
Y/N admired his eyes for a few seconds, and leaned in for another kiss “Okay” She whispered. Dalton guided her to the bed, making her lay on her back and placing himself above her. They kissed again for a little while and Dalton asked her “Can I take your shirt off?” Y/N nodded and took it off herself, feeling a little self conscious, but Dalton swears he has never seen a more beautiful girl “You’re so beautiful” He breathed.
He started kissing her torso, and going down to her legs. His big palms ran up the outer sides of her thighs slowly before tugging at her sweatpants. Y/N lifted her hips allowing him to drag them down and taking them off completely “Your turn” Y/N gasped. She knew it was only a matter of time before he found out how damp she was already.
Dalton looked up at her and shyly smiled, but complied with her request. He was now standing there wearing nothing but underwear. This made Y/N squeeze her legs together, aching for some kind of relief. He noticed this and slowly pushed her thighs apart to make space between them “If you want me to stop, just let me know, please” He said looking up at her.
“Okay” She said, and a second later he had his thumb pressed against her clit, already aching for him. A small cry of relief leaving her lips at the feeling. He smirked, clearly proud of himself. He slid a finger under the fabric and smothered it over her skin a few times, eventually getting rid of her underwear too. He looked up at her waiting for consent before bringing it down all the way, and Y/N nodded.
Dalton tossed it somewhere behind him and lowered his body almost all the way, stopping only a few inches away from her “I wanna taste you” She was unable to say something at this point “Y/N?”
“Okay” She forced the words out.
“Tell me what you like” He said before breaking the distance. He was using his tongue, his hands and even his nose. Y/N feels like she’s never felt before, her mind getting dizzy and soft moans being the only sounds she can let out. Dalton would occasionally look at her, to make sure she was okay and enjoying it, and the eye contact drove him crazy.
Y/N felt something build in her tummy, knowing exactly what it was she tried to prepare herself to stay quiet, she didn’t wanna be loud in a dorm. An orgasm washed over her and her hips bucked up involuntarily. Dalton knew it was happening, so he used his big arms to pin her down to the bed. He helped her through it too (or at least tried to) and when he assumed it was over, he went back on his knees and looked at her.
She had her eyes closed as she dusted off the high “Do you have condoms?” She asked suddenly, in the haze of his lustful mind he forgot about that important detail.
“Uh- yeah” He stood up from the bed and went directly to his nightstand, opening the drawer and looking through it for a moment. He came across a sealed box of condoms he bought a few weeks ago and opened it, slowly pulling out one of them. He returned to the edge of the bed and saw Y/N holding in a laugh “What?”
She shook her head “You just happen to have condoms?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for his response.
“I- uh- I thought we might need them one day” Dalton blushed so hard he felt like he was going to explode and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.
“Well done” She said. 
Dalton took off his briefs and slid the condom down his cock, before climbing back up and meeting her lips once again. He put her hair behind her ear before kissing her temple “I love you” He whispered softly.
“I love you” Y/N repeated. 
He slowly entered her, and Dalton reached up to her hand and intertwined their fingers, holding them against the mattress. He pushed in slowly, not wanting to get ahead of himself and hurt his girlfriend but when he heard her say “Keep going” He just went for it.
Both of them were breathing out whispered moans into his dark room, barely illuminated by his laptop with the movie still playing “Shhh, Chris is up there” He said when he remembered.
He feels incredible inside of her and it’s almost impossible to keep it down. He was rocking into her and finally found a steady pace. He managed to somehow angle his hips upwards and Y/N felt him gliding over her sensitive g-spot, pushing in and out over and over again. 
He could feel himself losing his pace with his own orgasm approaching. He tried to increase his rhythm again, as he noticed Y/N tighten around him. Feeling it get closer he forced his eyes shut “I think I’m close” He breathed out.
He groaned deeply and threw his head back when he felt the wave of euphoria hit him. Y/N was a whimpering mess below him, completely giving up on holding the sounds.
They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing deeply. Once they both calmed down, Dalton lifted his head and kissed Y/N on the lips “Was that okay?” He asked her.
Y/N was still breathing a little hard when she nodded her head and responded “Yes”
Dalton was relieved to hear that. He pulled himself out and collapsed next to her, bringing her closer to his chest. He kissed her temple again and whispered a little “I love you” Before returning their attention to the movie.
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lyney-s-bitch · 9 months
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hi, i read your hcs for nagi earlier and i finally got the courage to request something too! :) can i get sfw and nsfw hcs with bachira? thank you in advance, and keep up the good work!
Oh sweetie, there’s no need to be shy, especially not about sending in an ask!! I promise I don’t bite (or do I-?😏)
Thank you so much for sending in this request, enjoy!!
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Bachira Meguru - fluffy/spicy hcs || 18+ (under cut)
sfw:
• Bachira is absolutely the kind of boyfriend where you would say "He’s not only my partner, he’s also my best friend"
• he’s not someone you would call "romantic", but he is just very affectionate in general and will constantly give you little gifts and trinkets (ex.: a plushy that reminded him of you)
• if you go to the beach together, he will come running to you with a new shell that he just found every few minutes; he will absolutely insist on taking all of them back home, he’s a collector (not only of shells, also just of the most random things ever)
• he’s overall a very giving partner and doesn’t expect anything in return, he honestly just loves making you smile and being able to laugh with you
• it’s very important to him that you get along well with his mom, which is honestly not hard at all because she’s an absolute sweetheart (when you first met her she was like "Nice to meet the future Mrs. Bachira!")
• the lock screen on his phone is probably a picture of you drooling in your sleep or something of that sort; he is, however, open to negotiations - you could definitely convince him to take a cute picture of the two of you instead (only if it’s silly enough, everything has to be silly with Bachira)
• he definitely sets that drooly pic as his home screen instead though
• speaking of, his social media is FILLED with pictures of you and him (and pics of just you); he only has one account, his official one, but he uses it like a spam account because he genuinely dgaf - and that’s beside the fact that he just thinks you’re absolutely perfect and wants everyone to see
• it has occurred multiple times that you had to practically beg for him to take a picture down because you think you look absolutely horrendous in it, so now he SOMETIMES asks you first before he uploads anything (you had to give him an actual checklist of things to watch out for that are a no-go, selfies with your sleeping form are one of them)
• Bachira is extremely laid-back because he has full faith in you and your relationship, so jealousy is nothing that would ever even come up from his side
• on the flip side, it’s better if you are not on the jealous side either because Bachira is just extremely friendly and pretty touchy with basically everyone
• he has absolutely no shame and "personal space" is a term that simply does not exist in his vocabulary, neither with you nor with anyone else, so if you value your personal space from time to time, you’re gonna have to be very explicit about it and explain it to him
• he’ll TRY to respect it but I feel like he literally just doesn’t know any boundaries, like, this man would not bat an eye when you’re sitting on the toilet; he would barge in, do what he came to do, wish you good luck and walk back out💀👋🏼 (he strikes me as the type that wouldn’t even close the door behind him iabfosbfls)
• I am convinced that Bachira watches old kid shows from time to time, mainly because they remind him of his childhood, but opposed to back then, he now has someone to watch them with🥺 (pls that’s so sad but so wholesome)
• does the grabby hands whenever he wants cuddles/a hug, his eyes practically staring into your soul and making it impossible to deny him - he’s a very physical person, so expect LOTS of random hugs and cuddles, both at home and in public
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nsfw:
• this man is freaky and NEEDY - can and will go whenever and wherever without hesitation
• he is definitely not against sex in (semi-)public places, in fact, he might actually prefer that over doing it at home - he’s kinda an exhibitionist and no one can convince me otherwise
• he’s utterly in love with you and your body, he literally loves everything about you and he’s not afraid to show it in every way he can; mainly in the form of praising and showing you off
• Bachira has absolutely no shame WHATSOEVER, actually, he definitely has the fantasy of doing it in front of a webcam at least once; he also casually offered some of his teammates to watch the two of you going at it before (they thought it was a joke except for Otoya and probably Lavinho tbh, they wanted to take him up on it)
• ok but hear me out… GOING LATE NIGHT SKINNY DIPPING WITH BACHIRA. that’s it, just think about it.
• his favorite thing ever is pleasuring you with his fingers; eating you out is a close second, but nothing beats watching your facial expressions up close when he’s working you to ecstasy
• he’s not into edging at all, but he’s extremely into overstimulation - both on you and on himself, so the good news is you won’t have to beg him to let you cum, the bad news is you might have to beg him to stop LOL
• you don’t know how the man does it, but he somehow does not slow down at all even after reaching his own climax, and he just keeps going until his body can literally take no more; you better match his libido cause both his stamina and energy are fucking crazy, bro’s a monster (lol)
• Bachira would oftentimes wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny - well, he’d keep grinding himself against you for some relief, you waking up is honestly just a matter of time cause he’s not exactly holding back
• on the contrary, he will keep whispering to you all the while, moaning shamelessly into your ear "Mmmh I really really need you baby… Gonna help me take care of this, aren’t you? Ohhh, my good girl…"
• he genuinely adores the way your body reacts to his touches even when asleep, it gives him some kind of kick, even more so when he manages to build up your orgasm without you being fully conscious - though if you’ve made it this far without waking up, he’ll definitely be waking you up now for the grand finale
• he’s a big fan of finishing together; it’s like the ultimate bonding experience for him, and he’s naturally incredibly good at managing both of your pleasure to time your climaxes perfectly
• his favorite positions are basically all positions that allow him to see your face and to let his hands roam freely all over your body (aka he’s not a fan of positions that require him to hold you in place)
• after sex, he usually just wants to cuddle up to you (preferably still naked), rubbing his face against yours affectionately with a happy grin to make you giggle before settling in for a little (or big) nap
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jackles010378 · 5 days
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Wait Till I Get Home
Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please
I hope this is ok for you 😊
(Beau Arlen x You)
Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜
Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰
Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞
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Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?
She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.
She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.
After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.
Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.
He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.
As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"
By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.
"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.
Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.
Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.
He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.
The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.
Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.
Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.
He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.
He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.
They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.
As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".
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allastoredeer · 20 days
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~Lucifer blanches. He looks around, as if trying to find a sense of Alastor’s words somewhere in the trash-heap he calls a room, before rounding back to him, lips pulling up in disgust. “Are you asking me out?”
“Ahaha!” Alastor laughs, slapping him so hard on the back it nearly takes Lucifer off his feet. “Oh, Heavens no. I’m just proposing we let Hell continue thinking that you and I are,” he waves his hand, searching for the word, “in cahoots. In that way.”~
This is golden comedy right here. Honestly every time I read ur fic I always start wheezing so hard I can’t breathe, u are an amazing writer, hope u know that. When I saw ur last update on the ‘damage control’ chapter i was so excited i devoured it so fast help
Alastor saying he wants to be in ‘cahoots’ with Lucifer it’s so funny to me cause no one use that term anymore, and Lucifer is just downright dumbfounded that they are even having the conversation. I can imagine the shadow rolling his eyes at them, we need more sassy shadow moments, he is so underrated. 😭😭
I love that Lucifer is trying to respect Al boundaries, especially after the ‘incident’ , and doesn’t pry to much on his scars, but now I am curious about what did Al meant. Does he not remember who did that to him? 🥺
Also I am curious about what they gonna tell to the others about their new found relationship. I don’t think Lucifer would want to lie to Charlie, but I also think that it would be too risky to make the whole crew knew they are acting, someone might slip. And it’s not like Al is gonna make it easy for Lucy anyway. If they want to be credible, less ppl knowing it’s best course of action for me.
Last thing~ I really wanted to thank you, cause ur fic really brings me a lot of joy since I recently only been able to find happiness in small things like these , and I I can’t wait to read more🌈
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Hehehe, Alastor purposefully refusing to go into depth about their "sexual relationship," and even side-stepping outright calling it a relationship, is what's going to make it all more entertaining when he actually has to commit to the bit. Cuz you see, they're not fucking. They're "in cahoots."
It's different.
(I love Alastor's Shadow being sassy. If it's attached to Alastor, it has to be. I take no critiques.)
😈 Alastor and his scars is something I'm very excited to get into it. I've been thinking about them for a while, and while it may take a bit to actually get the answer, I'm very eager to get there when we do.
The way I see it, Alastor doesn't want to tell the others (as they already know their not actually dating--as he made VERY clear last time), but Lucifer isn't going to be okay with lying to Charlie. Out of the group, Alastor knows he can trust Husk and Niffty to keep it a secret. Maybe Angel Dust too. But he's most worried about Charlie and Vaggie.
Vaggie isn't a good liar, and Charlie's such an open, bright, heart-on-her-sleeves person, he doesn't trust her to keep up the ruse without letting something slip--most likely by accident.
But Lucifer is stubborn. He doesn't want to lie to Charlie, and if he tells Charlie, Charlie is going to tell Vaggie. If Vaggie knows, well, we already know she has a hard time lying on the spot, so if the others see Alastor and Lucifer suddenly "in cahoots," and ask about it, she's not going to be able to come up with a plausible excuse on the fly.
This is all to say, the next installment is going to be full of silly Hazbin Crew hijinks, where Alastor is forcefully enrolled into Chaggies Dating 101 Crash Course, and he is definitely not setting the grading curve. (And maybe we'll even get a bit of HuskerDust thrown in there, who knows. Certainly not me).
And it warms me so much to know that my fic can bring you joy in a time that such things are scarce 🥺 I can't wait to share more of the story with you!
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