#trust me most of you guys have not seen a fraction

[mumblesplash]

just how it is

#mumbling #sculk #minecraft #sorry it will happen again #trust me most of you guys have not seen a fraction #the people in the minecraft discord know #and even they have been spared #actually that writing snippet i posted earlier reminded me #i had this whole thing a while back where i was trying to figure out how to depict signing in this setting #bc it seems kind of self evident to me that everyone in the ancient city would be fluent in sign language #and i’m willing to go with ‘they use asl for the same reason i depict them as speaking in english’ #but even then im not actually sure how to draw it

[thelaughtercafe]

Soul Eater Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Soul/F! Reader, Death the Kid/F! Reader, Black Star/F! Reader, Maka/F! Reader. Tsubaki/F! Reader, Liz/F! Reader, Patty/F! Reader, Stein/F! Reader

Length: 1.5k+

Summary: N/A

Soul Eater Evans:

Soul is very casual most of the time and I feel like tickling someone to pieces wouldn’t be any different. 

Like Maka, takes it in complete stride which his Lee likely wouldn’t expect if they’d hidden it from him out of fear for any length of time. 

He finds this hysterical and incredibly endearing at the same time, leading to him laughing at you good-naturedly. 

“Damn, you went that long without something you wanted out of some misguided sense of feeling weird? You could’ve just told me, ya know. I tickle Blackstar and Maka all the time, Hell you’ve seen me do it. You had to know I wouldn’t mind.”

When you fumbled to explain it was different he sighed and rubbed his head. 

“Man, you’re hopeless. Least now I know why you ran away all those times. Must’ve been really embarrassing for you, huh?”

He grinned, wiggling his fingers at you eagerly as he cornered you.  

“Welp, guess all we can do is make up for lost time huh? C'mere so I can help you experience what you’ve wanted so bad first hand!”

He’s not a chaser, prefers for you and him to be more stationary. 

Admittedly gets a kick at seeing you try to hold your arms up or not struggle too much, even though a cool guy like him could totally overpower you.  

Reassures you in his own way too, bringing it up casually after wrecking you after you both had a stressful test that day. 

“Y'know, the others won’t mind tickling you either. Even on the fraction of a chance they’re not willing to- they wouldn’t make fun of you for it. Even if they did, they’d have me to deal with!”

He flashed a shark-toothed grin your way. 

“You like being tickled. So what? C'mon, say it. I know you can!”

Messes with you for a few days and sessions until you finally spit the words out. 

He doesn’t tickle you directly till you get it out- only giving a quick poke or huff of air along your neck or ears to make you jump, around the others that prick-until you crack. 

He’s kind’ve mean about it, honestly, but he does it to help you not hide who you are from the others. It’s all out of love in the end. 

Rubs it in your face so hard when he ends up right. Doesn’t let you live it down ever. 

Expect group tickle sessions for a while too just to be extra sure you got the message it’s not a big deal. 

Maka Albarn:

Maka is really intuned with everyone around her and that translates to when she Ler’s too. 

She senses the little things- the way someone leans into her touch when they like a spot. 

She’s kind too- not the type to call you out and tease you for it like Soul or Stein, and if she does it’s playful and she’ll immediately admit she liked it just as much as you.  

She loves to make others happy, and this is no exception. She views it as perfectly natural and normal and just about Maka-Chop’s you anytime you put yourself down. 

You learn to accept your little quirk with her and the rest of your friends help. 

Black Star:

God Blackstar is a rough one. 

Good luck, the second he finds out you’re ticklish I hope you like it because he’s gonna use it to mess with you constantly. 

Getting out of things, making you forgive him for small mistakes, you name it he’ll implement tickling somehow if it fits. 

And when Tsubaki finally spells it out for him that you like it? 

Even training isn’t safe then and he is merciless in that environment when he’s focused so trust- you both do and don’t wanna be caught by him. 

He’s loud when he teases so you have to be direct and tell him not in public, and remind him if it bothers you fairly often otherwise the whole damn school is gonna know. 

Speaking of teasing, KING of teases.

I’m blushing just thinking about it. 

“Wow, is this really all you can handle? I know it’s a tall order because you’re up against a big star like me, but I’ll have to help you build up your stamina and endurance.”

“You’re lucky there’s no Kishin who tickle their victims; otherwise you’d be a goner for sure! Luckily you have the great Blackstar to help you as a failsafe precaution! Aren’t you lucky?”

300% uses his Ninja skills to fuck with you.  

Sorry I don’t make the rules. 

You called his bluff when he was just starting out and assumed he was loud and obnoxious with no other mode and boy did that backfire on you horribly. 

After finding out you like being tickled, guess who now has a way to show you just how well he can sneak up on people whenever and wherever he wants?

Uses tickles as a reward/motivation too, to keep you training with him just that little bit longer than you usually would. 

Tsubaki:

Gosh she’s so flustering as a Ler without even trying. 

It’s because she’s so sincere and gentle. 

It makes her amusement and sweet teases all the more effective. 

“Aww you’re so precious like this! I’ve gotta do this more often!”

She’s one of the easiest Lers to go to, especially if you want relaxing tickles. 

She’s so gentle technique wise, really only using spidering and stroking but it still tickles like Hell. 

The only one who can reign Blackstar in with either tickling him or just talking sense.  

Death the Kid:

Kid is generally very put together and that translates to when he lers. 

Of course, he has to tickle symmetrically which means his poor Lee will have to put up with either both his hands or two tools at once. 

The only good thing is that means you know the sensations are predictable. 

Unless he has Liz and Patty help. Then? Then they’re really in trouble, because they’ll do the same, but as long as they keep the same technique? Kid’s fine letting them have variety from him. Predictability neutralized. 

Unintentionally so flustering, holy shit. 

Kid is naturally very logical and serious, and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. That man’s smirk is lethal. 

Absolutely uses this to his advantage. After all, he has to make both of your cheeks the same pretty shade of red, and what better way to do that then make it cover your whole face~?

“Oh come now, surely it can’t tickle that badly? You’re flattering me.”

Can’t stop at an uneven time- works together with his Lee to get to 88 minutes for perfect symmetry. 

He’ll stop before that if needed of course, but it’s typically best when the numbers match. 

Patty:

Brings out of her Lee’s childish natures with her own. 

Tends to giggle happily along with her Lee and is one of the Lers most often to start tickle fights and the like. 

Adores how much fun it is to make her friends, family and s/o’s laugh omg. 

It’s why she does it so often. 

Most think she’s not smart but really, she’s quite aware. She just chooses to embrace her more childish side openly. 

Loves to tease her Lee’s and pouts when she has to stop or gets pulled away by Liz. 

“Aww but why? They’re so cute like this!!”

“Yes Patty but you kind of need them alive to tickle them more yeah? Let ‘em breathe, k?”

She salutes her sister all cute-like.

“K!!”

Switches spots often and has to get reminded by Kid to be more symmetrical if they’re Ler'ing someone together because she forgets a lot and it always makes her Lee jump in their grip. 

Liz:

Queen of self-care/self-comfort tickles, for both her Lee and herself. 

Compliments galore she’s so damn nice.

“Your laugh is so pretty, I swear. I’m so jealous!”

“Oh my God your nails are so cute!! You have to paint them for me later! Maybe if you agree to I’ll stop~”

Her teases are like that, mixed with her genuine compliments. 

The most merciful between her sister and Kid. 

Kid tends to get lost in the symmetry while tickling his Lee so if she’s helping or knows he’s gonna be Ler'ing someone she always reminds him to set an alarm so the poor Lee isn’t stuck there for 3 hours.

Definitely hasn’t happened more than once, nope. 

Not that the Lee was complaining-

Absolutely loves using her nails as a tickle tool. It’s her go-to method and she is good.

Stein:

Unsurprisingly, the scientist who loves to experiment, also does so when tickling. It’s just his nature. 

In addition to that he’s perceptive as Hell so good luck hiding your reactions. 

In all likelihood, he knows instinctively if a Lee enjoys it thanks to seeing their Soul and being able to sense their nature better than most. 

Let’s face it; Stein’s a complete sadist- and not only that- he’s very open about that fact. 

Which means if it gets to you that he’s like that he’ll absolutely call you out and mess with you with it, switching between his typically playful and analytical self and his more cruel side. 

Knows every tool out there, and relishes testing more unconventional ones too like back scratchers, combs and the like. 

That goes for enhancement methods too. Everything from oil, sensory deprivation, and bondage. Whatever he can think of, really. 

#soul eater #soul eater tickle headcanons #soul eater evans x reader #soul x reader #soul x you #soul eater evans x you #death the kid x reader #death the kid x you #maka albarn x you #maka albarn x reader #tsubaki x you #tsubaki x reader #stein x reader #stein x you #black star x reader #black star x you #female reader #patty x reader #patty x you #liz x you #liz x reader #tlc: tickle headcanons #tlc: brown sugar boba

[saturnianautist]

Placements I have as an Autistic person that just make sense to me pt. 1

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and you can’t diagnose yourself through natal placements, though if you suspect you could be please do the actual research even if you’re self diagnosing <3

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🧍��‍♀️Virgo mercury and Aries in the 3rd house- the bluntness is real let’s just say that, and Aries energy put in a place of communication is known to not be able to hold our tongues, as well as Virgo mercury’s cannot for the life of us hide our facial expressions. We don’t even know we’re making one tbh, it’s all love tho.

🧍🏻‍♀️Virgo stellium- the analytical ness, the observation skills of how people act and why they do what they do, paying attention to the details (most people think we lack social skills but what they don’t find in their outdated information, is that we have actually more social skills that others don’t have. This just gets seen as the opposite when they don’t understand what we’re seeing), thriving the most when there is some type of order, acts of service to a fault bc we just wanna help but it being taken advantage of because of a lack of boundaries from us that we didn’t know we needed.

🧍🏻‍♀️Neptune in the 1st house- the self identity issues go crazy. But Fr autistic people especially those who don’t know they are till later on, tend to take on bits and pieces and of others in real life, and fictional people’s (Neptune=illusion/fantasy) personalities until we lose ourselves. Also constantly being misunderstood by others when we exist because of a perception they made out of assumptions of what we said when we actually just meant what we literally said with no hidden meanings 😭

🧍🏻‍♀️Combo of cap rising and moon in the 11th house- coming off completely unapproachable meanwhile needing and craving close connections friendships.

🧍🏻‍♀️Pluto dominant but also having a mars in Pisces- Being the black sheep everywhere you go, most relationships and friendships turning into negative experiences unless they are with others like me. Being a mirror for other’s insecurities, projections, hatred, fears while also being peoples designated trusted person for their secrets/trauma dumping, (bc autistic people don’t usually have that thing where we think of sharing someone’s secret and don’t gossip or don’t have anyone to tell anyways lmao) and therapist friend. Having a bullshit detector and seeing through everything while but still getting taken advantage of by people and ending up being gullible anyways (it’s a hard knock life 💀)

🧍🏻‍♀️ Mercury second dominant- the constant intake of an obnoxious amount of info swirling around in my brain while simultaneously trying to share that said obnoxious amount of info with others and it being too much at a time, (like that was just a fraction of what’s happening in here guys)

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That was the end of this post I hope you enjoyed

it! This was fun to make and I wanna make a pt.

2, let me know if you guys would like that too <33

#astrology #actually autistic #astro observations #zodiac #autism

[marshmallowprotection]

Can you please write a one shot on vet yoosung having to deal with a patient like this guy

"Dr. Kim, you should be warned, the patient today was listed as a bite warning."

"I'm sure we can handle him. He might just be anxious at the vet. It's no problem! I'll take it at his pace so he doesn't feel crowded. I'd hate to feel cornered when I don't feel good and I can't communicate why that is, too! Is it the mastiff from last time? He wasn't as bad as they'd claimed, you know! He just needed some belly rubs before he turned to butter."

"Dr. Kim, I'm starting to wonder if you're afraid of any animal at all!"

Yoosung chuckled. "No, no. Of course not. I don't have anything to be afraid of! Animals can sense your anxiety, you know. That's one of the first things I learned before I even got far into my studies. If you're as calm as you can be, they'll feel better about trusting you. It isn't clear cut and perfect, but it does make a difference in my experience."

"You might be surprised with this guy."

"C'mon, how bad can he be?"

The nurse nodded and went to wet the patient from the waiting room. It wasn't long before she turned with a crate that was filled with the howling and growling of a dog. Yoosung noticed that the nurse was wary, trembling as she went to the unlock the crate and free the beast from his cage, but he offered her his hands.

She took that offer in an instant and took a step back so he could do it.

A fraction of a second later, a Chihuahua burst out of the crate and began to bark at him in incredulous speed. He didn’t seem happy to be at the vet, that was for sure, but the rate at which his body was shaking was bound to make anyone assume he was filled with rage the likes of which no human had ever seen. 

Yoosung knew what most people assumed when they saw a yapping Chihuahua. They expected to see a dog that wouldn't stop trembling or howling in disgust. Frankly, a quick Noogle search would tell them that the reason why their dog was responding the way it was because they were overstimulated, overwhelmed, or cold.

They weren't filled with anger nine times out of ten.

He knew these animals weren't filled with rage, and it was sad that most people were afraid of them for that reason. He had to imagine that it would be frustrating to be a small dog, constantly poked and prodded as if you were nothing more than a toy, and anyone would angry after being treated that away—even if you didn't want to be. 

The Chihuahua yipped at him but Yoosung was patient. He took a seat in front of the dog and kept his hands to himself, seeing how long it might take his patient to get the barks out of his system with the space to do what he needed to do. He knew that wouldn't be all the comfort the dog needed to feel better, but it was a start, and he wasn't the type to rush an appointment if it wasn't an emergency to start with!

"Hey there," his voice was gentle as the dog continued to shake and tremble. "We've got plenty of time to figure out what's wrong, little guy. I won't poke and prod you until you establish your comfort level. I don't like going to the doctor, either, but the least I can do is make the trip less cold."

The growls continued. 

This wasn't his first rodeo with an animal that wasn't comfortable. But, this was assuredly the first time he interacted with a tiny dog that clearly hadn't had its boundaries respected. He knew what that felt like... and it wasn't fun to have his buttons pressed until he felt cornered!

Undeterred, Yoosung continued, "I would give you treats to help you feel a little more comfortable, but for us to run the test today, you can't have anything to eat. But, I promise if you let me take care of the scan, I'll give you something fresh to eat. Your owner said we could do anything to make sure it was comfortable for you if we could and I bet a plate of chicken will do the trick, huh, little guy?"

Quietly, he offered his hand to the Chihuahua. Most people would have expected the dog to bite them on impact, but he didn't let any fear show on his face. "Don't worry, I won't grab you without asking first."

He was somebody who took care of animals for a living, and he knew that showing fear over a bite or a scratch wasn't worth it. He could take it, and he would rather take it if it meant they trusted him fully instead of feeling like nobody listened to them. It took a moment, but the dog sniffed his hands, and the growling suddenly subsided with it. 

A smile appeared on Yoosung face as he let the dog nuzzle its face against his hand. "There we go, that's much better, huh? Let's get you taken care of so you can go home and eat to your hearts content all night long, hm?"

"Dr. Kim... how did you do that...?"

"Simple! I let them decide that I'm trustworthy on their own before I go poking around. They're just like you or me, you know? That's what I told you before. Patience helps."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #drabble #crybabysunflower

[tsarisfanfiction]

Braids: Chapter 1

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Michael Yew, Apollo Cabin Five times Michael braided a sibling's hair, and one time a sibling braided his. It was pointed out to me that I don't give Michael much by way of fluff, so to prove I can write fluff, here is some Michael&siblings, well, fluff. I've also wanted to write a 5+1 format fic for years but could never come up with a concept that fit - until now! Also you guys get to see some of my Apollo kid ocs again, and also a few for the first time! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! Character ages in this chapter: Michael - 10 Ceri - 17

1) Ceri

“Michael, can you give me a hand?”

Michael jerked his head up from where he was sorting out straight shafts from bent shafts.  The arrow that had been spinning on the palm of his hand toppled as it ran out of momentum and he fumbled the catch, almost dropping it onto the floor.

“Huh?” he asked, setting the shaft down in the fucking bent pile – much larger than the straight pile.  “With what?”  He twisted around to face the older Apollo kid that had walked up behind him and baulked at the sight of a fucking hairbrush in her hands.

“Can I sit?” Ceri asked him, gesturing at the floor next to him.  It was strewn with shafts that Michael still needed to check, and with a grumble he nudged a few out of the way until there was room for her.

“Whatever,” he muttered.  “What do you want?”

Ceri settled cross-legged on the floor next to him and held out her hairbrush.  “Do my hair?”

Michael stared at her.  “You can do your own fucking hair,” he said.  He knew she could – her hair was long but he’d seen her twist it up into a messy bun in the blink of an eye when she got called to the infirmary.  “You don’t need me to do it.”

She gave him a soft smile.  The hairbrush didn’t move from in front of his face.  “No,” she admitted, “but I’d like you to.”

“Why?” he snapped, wondering why the fuck she’d want him to do her hair – why anyone would want anyone else to do their fucking hair.  Did she want half her hair torn out of her head?  Now that he thought about it, he’d seen Baird and Emily and several other Apollo kids perched on Ceri’s bed with her before, doing something with her hair.

Ceri’s hair was a really pretty red that fell in waves most of the way down her back.  Michael couldn’t understand why the fuck she’d risk it like that.

“Just because I can do it myself doesn’t mean it’s not easier if someone else does it,” she told him.  “And I like it when other people do my hair.  So… please, Michael?”

She sounded earnest, like she actually did, for some fucking reason, want Michael to do her hair.  She looked it, too, light green eyes fixed on his as she tilted her head fractionally to one side and gave him another soft smile.

Michael didn’t get it.  It didn’t make sense.

But Ceri was asking, and the fucking hairbrush was still in front of his face, unwavering, and part of Michael’s chest felt warm that she was asking him.  That she was trusting him not to fuck her hair up.

“Fine,” he huffed, snatching the brush from her fingers.  She let him take it easily, her hand falling down to her lap, and then swivelled on her butt until her back was facing him, complete with the mass of red spilling down it.  Michael shifted so that he was facing her back and not the strewn shards on the floor and raised the brush, before pausing.  “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

She didn’t laugh at him, which was a good thing because if she had, Michael would’ve thrown her hairbrush somewhere, likely out the fucking window, and then run off into the woods with the intention of never coming back.  (Baird, or Lee, damn them, would probably find him and coax him back because they were getting good at that, to Michael’s frustration.)

“Start by just brushing it,” Ceri said.  “It’s the same as brushing your own hair.  Don’t worry if it tugs a bit.”

Michael still felt unsure, but reached forwards with the brush until the bristles were touching Ceri’s hair, then pulled down.  Immediately, it caught, jerking Ceri’s head back, and Michael instantly dropped the brush.  It stayed where it was, snagged in red hair.  “Fuck.”  He scrambled back, but Ceri reached behind her and snagged his wrist.

“It’s fine,” she assured him, lightly tugging him back.  Tentatively, Michael settled back down again, and watched as she extracted the brush from her hair.  “Try again.”  She handed it back to him.  “My hair is quite thick so it might be easier if you do it in sections, like this.”  With deft fingers, she grabbed a small part of her hair and lifted it away from the rest, offering it to him.  “Hold it with one hand, and brush with the other.”

Not quite believing that Ceri was letting him continue – wanted him to continue – Michael cautiously did as he was told.  The brush still wanted to get stuck, but it was easier to stop it from actually getting stuck, and if he was hurting Ceri when it snagged, she didn’t show any signs of it.  Eventually, he figured out that it was easier if he gripped the sections at the top and brushed underneath where he was holding it.  Ceri’s head stopped jerking around when he did that, even when he tugged quite strongly on snags.

There was something satisfying when he passed the brush through her hair and it didn’t snag on anything, all the bristles running through smoothly with no resistance at all.  It was especially satisfying when he finished doing all the different sections and could run the brush smoothly through the entire bulk of Ceri’s locks.

He let himself brush all of it a few times, before stopping.  “Done.”

Ceri didn’t accept the brush when he tried to give it back to her.

“Can you plait it?” she asked him instead, and Michael frowned, confused.

“Plait?”

Now she let out a small laugh, light and airy.  Michael scowled, crossing his arms.  “Sorry,” she said, “I forget Americans don’t call it that.  I meant braid.”  He huffed – he still hadn’t worked out what Ceri’s accent was – and shook his head.

“Why the fuck would I know how to braid hair?” he asked.

“Do you want to know?” she countered, peeking back at him over her shoulder.  “You might find it useful.”

“Huh?”

She gestured at his own hair.  “You’re growing it out, aren’t you?  Plaits – sorry, braids – are useful for keeping long hair out of the way.”

Michael chewed the inside of his cheek.  She had a point, he supposed.  “Fine,” he said, and she turned her head back around so that he was once again just facing the waterfall of red hair.

“I’ll talk you through it,” she promised.  “They’re easier than they look.  Split my hair into three sections.  The more evenly sized, the better.”

Michael reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, and then another handful with his other hand, leaving a bunch free in between.  Despite being brushed out, the hair still clung to each other, making his three sections messy.  He scowled at them and dropped one side to tidy up the other, which worked fine until he realised that to do the other two sections, he had to let go of the one he’d just done, which would make the neat one messy again.

Ceri came to his rescue.  “Here,” she said, “I’ll hold this one while you sort the others out.”  Michael gladly let her take the neat section, although he was sure people didn’t normally need to do that.  “You’ll find separating the hair out easier with practice,” she assured him as he pulled the rest of her hair into two sections, running his fingers through the strands until they looked neat.  She offered him the third section back again, and after a moment, Michael dropped the middle section to take it.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Move one of the outside sections until it crosses over the middle one to become the new middle one,” Ceri instructed, and Michael did so, scowling in concentration as he had to drop one section and pick up another one, and they tried to tangle together again.

This did not seem fucking easy.

“And?” he prompted once he had the two sections somewhat behaving themselves.

“Do the same with the outside section on the other side,” she told him.  Michael obeyed, finding it no easier to keep the two sections from trying to merge together.  “Then take the outside on the other side again and do the same thing.”

Michael figured out the pattern after a few more passes, although that still didn’t make keeping the hair in its different sections any easier.  It seemed determined to mingle back together again, and more than once, Michael realised too late that he hadn’t managed to restore them properly.  Ceri didn’t tell him to stop or redo anything, though, so he carried on, frowning at the mess he was creating.

If he squinted, it probably did look like a braid, but it looked bad.

“Now you tie it off,” Ceri said, as though she didn’t realise her hair was a mess.  “Here.”  She handed him a hair tie.

Michael hesitated.  “It’s fucking awful,” he admitted, because it was behind her, of course she didn’t realise.  She couldn’t fucking see it.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Ceri told him.

“It’s not-”

“And you worked hard on it,” she continued, ignoring his correction, “and that’s more important, so tie it off, Michael.”

“Not that fucking hard,” Michael muttered (lied), but took the hair tie and looped it around the end a few times.  He knew how to do that much, at least, and when Ceri actually looked in a mirror and realised how fucking awful it was, she could take it out and redo it.

Ceri ignored his words as she stood up again, the tangled mess of a braid swaying with her movement.  “Thank you, Michael,” she said, smiling widely at him.  “I’ve got an infirmary shift, now, so I’ll let you get back to your shafts.”

He shrugged.  “You’re welcome, I guess,” he said, and picked up another shaft to spin on his palm.  Still, he couldn’t help watching Ceri out of the corner of his eye as she left the cabin, not even checking her hair in the mirror before she went out.  He wasn’t stupid; he knew she’d fix it soon, and while he knew it was a mess and deserved to be fixed, the thought still made him a little sad.

Michael spun the next shaft super-hard, ignoring the feeling of the point trying to bore into his palm.  He was just being stupid.

The next time he saw Ceri, several hours later when they were getting ready for dinner, he stared, feeling that something warm in his chest again.

She was still wearing his braid.

Chapter 2>>>

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #michael yew #cabin seven #apollo cabin #ceridwen priddy #original character #tsari writes fanfiction #braids

[spidermanifested]

this is not my usual type of post but ive been rotating some thoughts and i guess my blogs as good a place as any to get them organized. okay so this is basically my take on the entire discourse surrounding the "feminine (presumed cis lets be honest) women are uniquely oppressed for being feminine/making female characters quote unquote Less Feminine is antifeminist" thing. which i keep seeing come up. on this internet of ours

context being im a trans guy. grew up largely seen by others as female, probably, sort of. was about as far from a cishet womans feminine as you can imagine. not in a cool tomboy way. not in a way that society had a box for. and thats the thing, is that when you fail at gender, whether youre conscious of it or not, theres this extremely profound loneliness that comes with it. part of it was the autism but i made like 6 real-life friends total from ages 4 to 18 and there were no examples of anyone with an even remotely adjacent experience i could find in the media or irl. anytime a female character skirted a little too close to actual masculinity in a tv show or movie shed get that makeover eventually. i was bullied by both boys and girls but the girls who bullied me were uniformly very feminine.

and so i see people talking about how hard feminine women and girls have it, how the world hates them for being beautiful, and on the one hand its like okay, Misogyny Exists. thats not really refutable thats just the reality of it. society hates women. and as for eurocentric femininity specifically i understand its a hard tightrope to walk!!! you have to put on all these masks BUT make them seem natural, youre forced into these narrow boxes of acceptable behavior and appearance and desires, and if you under- or over-shoot then people get reminded the whole thing is a farce and get mad (often violently!) at YOU for it

........but then my thing is, that on one side of the tightrope, the "overperforming eurocentric femininity" side, the tradwife or girlboss or blonde bimbo side, theres an entire history of structural trope-crafting to break your fall, right. like its a shitty box but its the box society WANTS you to be in. they look at you and go "yep thats a woman. we dont like those but that sure is one". there are known social niches to carve out. theres a script.

on the unfeminine side theres just. nothing. its stone cold concrete down there. and apparently twitter would have you believe its actually that the "more masculine" somebody presumed female appears the more society respects them but that to me is the wildest and most nonsense take on the planet because if people see you as a woman or girl who has not taken the needed steps to justify your place as one of those things you might as well be an alien, or even a monster. theres no script at all. and i feel like this is one of the major experiences that trans and gnc people of every gender share-- god knows trans women get the brunt of the vitriol-- and from my knowledge a lot of nonwhite people too, and also fat and disabled people, like. there are SO many things that affect your ability to achieve even a fraction of success at this aspirational femininity.

ive had to see people for real make the argument that princess peach making an angry face is masculine. i think the most masculine woman anyone on twitter can imagine right now is like a businesswoman in a form-fitting pantsuit and light mascara. maybe the struggle of succeeding at femininity under patriarchy deserves exploration, ive seen plenty of coherent and reasonable points, its not without worth as a discussion. but i do not trust the general public with the topic without immediately sliding into bog standard gender policing and transphobia, and so in closing, when the mainstream feminist take on the whole thing seems to be "the more you perform the femininity expected of you the worse you have it", i get the sensation that nobody told me it was opposite day and im about to feel real silly

[bonesandthebees]

I heard your asks were open for this kind of thing, so why not (I don't mind a late reply, anyone can take a break. Trust me, I've taken a few days off myself. No need to apologise if that is the case)? Things have been pretty damn hard for the community, and I admire you for what you've done with the character. Your work has always been amazing to read, and I'm glad you're going to continue your ongoing work at the very least. I've seen you speak about how the community is gone... Which I'm not so sure of. So many people came together to support the victims in this situation, and so many people have taken c!Wilbur in as their own. There was very little involvement of that man in the Minecraft community in the first place... At least toward the end of everything. Sure, he was still referenced and included, but most work was not his (work from the QSMP admins or the fans of the Dream SMP). It's certainly sad to see people move on, but I can fully understand why they're doing that. All of this has sucked for me personally, given that I'm an Introject. My head mates have taken to calling me the "better one" because I'm actually fucking normal. I often see the Dream SMP as my work, and I've been working on perhaps putting a rewrite out there someday. This community is beautiful, and I don't think it will ever truly die out. If it's a group of people in the future, drawing c!Wilbur or fan art of a fan fiction... Or if it's only one person, just having a good time. You all are far more powerful than you think, and you all are beautiful. I respect everyone so deeply for the work that they've put in to everything. Remember, you didn't know and you couldn't have known. It wasn't your fault. There were no signs... There was nothing. Sincerely, the better Will (Good God, it's like that fucking meme).

aw thank you, yeah I didn't want to lose out on a story I'd been so excited to write for so long because That Guy turned out to be a shithead. I refuse to let him ruin that for me.

I'm definitely exaggerating a bit when I say the community is gone. you're right, there are plenty of people who are reclaiming the character and I think that's fantastic. but from what I've seen, it's a minority. the majority of the community has decided to move on, whether that be by focusing on other characters (like the uptick I've seen in bedrock bros content lately, or those of us shifting to qsmp) or by leaving for other fandoms entirely. and the community is never going to be what it was, or even a fraction of it. I'm mourning what it used to be, I suppose.

also, I can't imagine how tough this must be for introjects like you (and I'm sure any fictives based off c!wilbur are also struggling, though I'd imagine not to the extent of introjects). I hope you've been holding up alright!

I also have so much respect for this community and I'm just so glad I got to be a part of it at its peak. I definitely think it's always going to exist in some form, it's just going to be much quieter than it used to be.

#ask #anon

[always-andromeda]

HELURRRRR I hope ur having a wonderful day!!!! Or night BUTTTTTT now hear me out I was listening to hellfire from hunchback of Norte Dame what if the riddler(Dano) felt that way of the reader 👀👀👀 but the reader also felt the same way? If yk what I mean but if u don’t or can’t write that’s fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope you have good day/ night :))))

Hellfire | Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count | 893

Author’s Note | I need him to pine over me. I need him to feel the most eerie obsessive possessiveness over me. And I need him to feel soooo guilty. Edward Nashton is not a want anymore he’s a need. Also, even though my requests were closed by the time I got this, I listened to the song and got such a little burst of inspiration so I couldn’t just be like “ahaha no.” So indulge in my fantasy and pretend this boy wouldn’t absolutely die over having a one night stand lol.

Warnings | allusions to smut near the end, Edward is unhinged and possessive, nothing else I can think of!

How dare you look at him like that. Like he could ever mean anything more to you than what a fraction of a night could offer. The way you sway hypnotizes him. The bleary eyed glazed over, weary haze that seems to hold everyone in Gotham hostage. It's a look he's become so familiar with since you started working in his building. If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

He might’ve allowed you to escape. But you had luck on your side. Or perhaps a curse. Depends on your persuasion.

Either way, creatures like you cannot possibly comprehend the darkness that engulfs this city; the darkness that he will eradicate. He will set you free.

You don’t go for guys like him. Can’t tolerate nervous little outcasts who stare from across bars at pretty people, imagining what they’d do instead of just doing it. Maybe if daylight were peeking through the windows and he was at his day job, he’d stay like that. But it seems the shroud of night gives him courage to properly approach you.

“Could I get you a drink?”

“No,” your smile is tight and close lipped. It signals to him that you’re smart. That he’d need to work a little harder to see the real grin that he bets is right underneath the surface.

Edward muses, “Good choice.”

“Hm?” You heard him make some sort of sound. Of course he mumbles to himself. Even if he'd had a drink or two, he was still the same nervous Edward you'd barely spoken to more than a handful of times in the break room.

He clears his throat, “Nothing. I was just thinking…it’s a good choice.”

You laugh once, not finding an ounce of amusement other than in the way he fidgets with the hem of his jacket. Still as clueless as ever.

“Why? Were you planning on doing something to said drink?”

It’s a morbid joke that Edward waves off ferociously. His face pinches up in disgust, “I would never hurt someone like you.”

As if there’s a spirit behind those thick rimmed glasses that could hurt someone. And you were simply fortunate enough to not be considered a target. His tone sends a chill up your spine and inspires a fluttering flame deep in your belly.

The Edward you knew from the accounting department wouldn't hurt a fly. He simply hunched over his desk, working through numbers you were sure you'd never understand. He's not exactly a threat. But still unknown enough to you that you weren't sure which psychical sensation you'd let take over.

“If you’re trying to pick me up…I’m not sure if that’s a good reason for me to actually trust you.”

“Then all I ask is for your time.” The words come out like a promise. Curled around the edge of the sweetest little smile you've ever seen. Colored lights flashing off his glasses and staring right through you, Edward looks almost boyish. A shadow of some sort of child you may have recognized within yourself.

It has you following at his feet as he drags you to a bathroom. Has you clenching your teeth through a wince as he lifts you on the countertop and pushes you all the way back against the wall with the sheer weight of his body. No matter how much he had towered over you, it had never once struck you that he could be this strong. But you bend at his will and submit to the fire igniting inside as he kisses you.

The rough pad of his thumb holding your chin in place, it allows the warm muscle of his tongue to take control of the situation. He's obviously inexperienced; dry lips only being helped by the spit he can't control. Yet he's nowhere near nervous as he paws at the most hidden corners of your being under the dingy bathroom light.

His frantic mouth pauses long enough for him to whisper, “You have a choice.”

You miss the lingering taste of alcohol as he pulls away only slightly, “I do?”

Edward's voice shifts into something different. Firm and eager to pry into your darkest secrets. “You can choose the pyre of this city. Or you can choose me.”

It's an intensity that only fans the flame; turns it white hot and blistering. This single bathroom is far too small to hold all the energy that has built between you and him. The air depletes so quickly, your brain won't even let you second guess how this will snuff out in the end. Because, surely, it will. Connections like these rarely leave their subjects unscathed.

Would it be so bad to submit to his untamed power? To let him wrap himself around you entirely? To feel him suffocate you with all of the love he can possibly manage to give? Put it that way and it sounds as romantic as it does dangerous.

Still, you reply breathlessly, “You. Only you, Eddie."

This time, he is clear as day as he says, "Good choice."

As his mouth returns wetly to your pulse, all you hear is him giggling, the jangle of his belt being unbuckled, and the relentless pounding of a roaring hellfire consuming you.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman 2022 #the batman #edward nashton #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[nevada-got-screwed-over]

Taglist: @averagejoey2000

Original Inspiration / Masterpost

Chapter 13 / Chapter 15

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 14

Words: “the biggest barrier to posting stuff is actually posting it apparently” (2,527)

Meg pursed her lips, swallowing back tears, eyes avoiding South’s own.

“You know he…he had a hard time. Adjusting, back here. With civilian life.” Her strained voice had softened, growing stronger as she spoke but still barely a whisper. “He took up some…nontraditional work for the city.”

“Nontraditional?” South raised a brow, trying to keep her expression neutral as Theta’s thoughts crowded her own.

“Bounty hunting.” Meg said quickly, eyes darting to South’s face before finding the flicker of the lamp a welcome distraction. “With some other soldiers who were also struggling with civilian life.”

“And you were okay with –”

“Absolutely not.” The laugh that left her lips held neither amusement nor venom. “I – we almost didn’t make it work but…” Her voice trailed off, South’s expectant eyes prodding her along. “But my work at the clinic doesn’t – the money was good, and we always talked about moving out of the city, so…” She grimaced; the words sour. “Fuck it sounds so selfish.”

“Nothing selfish about wanting good things.” South shrugged, leaning back on the couch and hoping to ease the tension that seemed to crush the room. “I mean, when you say the money’s good, how good is good? I might have to –”

“They fucked up.” Megan’s voice was tightening, eyes settling with glassy tears. “A – A few months ago. There was a dirty cop and the records of the guy they grabbed got wiped and,” Her chest shuddered. “And the only way out was…bad.” Her expression softened. “I nearly strangled him when I saw those bruises…”

“Theta –”

“If I jump to the holo-system she’ll see me.”

“I’m assuming he assured you the other guy got it worse?” South managed a small smile, Theta sifting through her blurry thoughts for any mention of notable murders since he couldn’t access official records without exposing himself to Meg.

“Oh, certainly. They killed every last one of them.” Meg’s eyes widened a fraction at the flicker of concern that crossed South’s expression. “They were – you wouldn’t know the Lozanos, crime family downtown –”

“No, I’ve definitely heard the name. Sketchy folks.”

“Sketchy doesn’t scratch the surface.” Meg wiped half formed tears from her eyes, breathing still shaky. “I…I made him promise. Promise that he was done, and that he would get a job with the clinic – you’ve seen the garage, he makes custom prosthetics better than any the UNSC producer – and, and I thought he did. We worked the same hours; he came home for dinners but…”

“You think he’s still out there?”

“He’s been…going out. For drinks with his ex-coworkers, he says. And – and most nights I trust him and he’s back before midnight but…”

“He didn’t come home tonight?”

Meg whimpered, holding her head in her hands.

“Have you called him? He might have lost track of time,” Theta’s suggestion felt awkward on South’s lips.

“He – he didn’t pick up. I always make sure he remembers his phone and he never turns it off when he knows I might call.” Meg sniffled, exhaustion painting her face. “I was going to…I need him. I need him to stay. I can’t do this alone.”

South took a moment to look at her friend in the soft light of the apartment: shaken, haggard, and haloed in gold from the lamp behind her. Theta slipped a whisper that was confirmed by Meg’s pleading gaze.

“You’re…oh shit, I’m gonna kill him. After I get that potsticker recipe he refuses to share.” South let her frustration slip through, glad to see Meg crack a smile at her characteristic callousness. “How long?”

“A – only a few months. I, I was going to tell him tonight. When he got home. Explain why I…I just need him to be around more.” Her smile fell and her breathing shuddered. “I…I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if – I don’t trust the police – I can’t just go out looking in bars and clubs hoping to stumble upon him…”

“Theta, jump. I need you to help.”

“Are you sure? We trust her but…the UNSC…”

“Yes.”

The holo-system chirped to life; purple light illuminated the various projectors as Theta resynced with the system. Megan jumped at the sound, reaching to South who held her gently as the small, purple hologram flickered to life on the projector in front of the couch.

“Um. Hi?” His tinny voice from the speakers matched the small wave he offered, nervously wringing his hands as Megan gaped at the AI.

“Theta run the cameras. Cross reference historic Lozano locales.”

“On it.”

“What?” Megan’s anxieties had melted instantly, the shock and confusion of the little holographic soldier breaking her from her spiral.

“Your husband’s a bounty hunter on bad terms with the cops. I was part of a black ops project that specialized in using compatible AI enhancements. Secret for a secret seems fair.”

“Fair enough. Um,” Meg’s eyes followed South as she shuffled to the kitchen pour cold coffee for herself.

“You want some tea or something?”

“Oh, yes. Um, do you have peppermint?”

“Tea?” South snorted, rolling her eyes as she rifled through the cabinets. “Somewhere, probably. Cravings kicking in already?”

“I told you, it’s been a few months.”

“South,” Theta asked, emerging from the projector in the kitchen as she set the kettle to boil.

“Got something?”

“An idea,”

“Can…can he do that?” Meg piped up from the couch, watching the pair with curiosity.

“Yeah?” South shook her head. “What’s your idea T?”

“His prosthetic leg. The core is UNSC construction even if he’s made modifications to the shell.” Theta flickered next to Meg, who startled at the sudden appearance. “Do you know if he ever tampered with the RFID tag?”

“The, the what? I – I don’t know,”

“I’ll run a scan, couldn’t hurt to try for a ping.” His hologram flickered out; energy diverted to running his code.

“So,” Meg said as South handed her a still steeping cup of peppermint tea. “AI, huh?”

“If you tell anyone I will kill you.”

“I wouldn’t!”

“I know.” South smiled, sipping her cold coffee as she settled back on the couch.

“Got him!” Theta announced proudly, pulling up a map of the city and narrowing down a small red dot on the outskirts. South would have been proud too, if she had at least gotten to finish her coffee. The dot on the map was far from the city center, resting at the intersection of the barrens surrounding the city and the last remnants of urban sprawl.

“Where abouts?”

“No address, let me pull up satellite.” The road map zoomed in on the location as the image shifted, revealing the blurry delineation of scattered buildings. “Looks like part of the abandoned industrial district – south of the old granite quarry – hey, hey! Wait for me!”

South looked over from where she was lacing up her boots.

“No. You stay here.”

“But –”

“Meg needs the company little buddy, besides –”

“Don’t little buddy me.” The snap in his voice was cold but not hostile, despite the silvery light in his projection. Megan had flinched away from his tone, looking between the pair in anticipation.

“Your more useful here than in the field in this case. I need someone to give me real time updates if there’s any changes.” And he was safer here, but that sentiment went unsaid. Theta processed her words, hologram shrinking slightly as the tension in his shoulders eased.

“Okay. But,” He flickered to the projector by the door as South shrugged on her jacket. “But! I want to try something. Just, a little upgrade for your helmet.”

---

South’s bike screamed through the near-empty city roads, the dull light of morning creeping between the streetlights and fading glow of neon signs. She ran a red light or two, but with Theta’s upgrades to her helmet, she was well aware of police positions throughout the city and easily avoided them.

Without an AI the interface was a little overwhelming, but her standard civilian helmet had been updated to reflect her familiar HUD. Theta and Megan’s voices kept her updated through the newly secure audio channel.

“It hasn’t moved, keep following the path I highlighted. There are no cameras within 100 meters of the building unfortunately, so we’ll have to rely on your visuals once you’re there.”

“Piece of cake,” South grumbled, though a smile tugged at her face. For the first time in months, maybe more than a year, she felt present. Alive and comfortable despite the ache of hunger in her stomach and the damp leather jacket that weighed down her skin.

What was hunger but the tight ball of anxiety before any mission? The weight of phantom armor in the form of her jacket? She was once again following a mission objective with North watching her back.

She breathed deeply as she shook the bittersweet nostalgia from her mind. She needed to focus.

South stopped her bike two blocks down the street, tucking it between two half collapsed buildings. The building was similar to the factory she worked in (she was going to miss her shift today, she thought with a twinge of guilt and annoyance). Rainwater still dripped from the crude tin roof, and the concrete walls were black with damp. Shattered windows were still protected by iron grates, and the graffiti across the ground and walls echoed of children who once terrorized the world with red paint rather than blood.

Two hostiles ahead. Theta was already running background scans. Ex-military (who wasn’t these days?), the pair were associated with a rising gang in the city. Something needed to fill the power vacuum left behind by the Lozano’s, and apparently this violent collection of drug running, human trafficking idiots thought that they best suited the role.

“You’re sure he’s in there?” South asked, voice soft despite the distance still separating her from her targets.

“Yes.” Theta answered, his voice distant as he spoke to Megan. “You, you don’t have to watch. South can be scary sometimes, when she wants.”

“No. Don’t worry about me. Get my husband out of there, whatever it takes.” Any tears were banished from her voice, hard and calculated.

“O-Okay! Okay, uh, South,” Her HUD cleared, focusing on the two hostiles down the road. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She stumbled from her hiding spot, lazily shifting her jacket off of one shoulder and wandering down the road as though in a daze.

“Never told me you were such a good actor,” Meg’s voice laughed, but silence fell as the two hostiles approached.

“You alright ma’am?” One asked, sly smile spreading across the woman’s scarred face to reveal gold and silver plated teeth in her prosthetic jaw.

“Sorry, think I’m lost,” South slurred, still swaying on her feet as Theta appraised the threats. Both the woman and the man behind her were handily armed, silenced pistols held loosely in hand and flash grenades on their belts. They had no earpieces or radios.

South worked brutally and efficiently. In an instant her body language shifted and there was blood spraying from the woman’s sliced throat, the knife traded midfall for the woman’s pistol. Already loaded and primed, the bullet sank into the man’s skull before he could raise his own weapon. The only sound of the fight was the solid thud of two bodies hitting concrete, and the soft splatter of blood as South stepped over them to the unlocked door.

After she took their grenades and ammo, of course.

“Remember, try to be stealthy. We’re at a disadvantage without cameras here; if we can extract him quietly that would be ideal.”

“Since when has anything worked out ideally for us?”

“Good point.”

Inside, a pair of lookouts trudged toward the door, ready to take on the morning shift. The first one to open the door would be lucky. South grabbed him by his mouth, muffling any attempt to scream as she pulled him out and pinned him to the wall. The man behind him slumped to the ground with a bullet hole weeping blood between his eyes.

“You scream you die. Am I clear?” Her faceless threat was met with a wide eyed frantic nod. “Good. There is a man in this building I need; he has a prosthetic leg. You know him?” Another frantic nod. “Good. Do you know where he is being held?”

“South, I have a more accurate fix on the RFID tag.” Theta’s voice trembled, but he knew that the sooner they found Mason, the safer both he and South would be. “We don’t need information from this guy.”

“Copy.” The man beneath her gave a muffled cry before her knife sank deep and smoothly into his throat. A few seconds of twitching, then he stilled. South pushed a few even breaths through her chest before withdrawing her knife. Killing up close was never really her style, but she was no stranger to the way the man’s glassy eyes grew dim as she rose and began to follow Theta’s track through the building.

It was going to be a bloody morning.

Two more hostiles taken down in quick succession, South saw no reason to slow her dogged assault on the compound. She had no need for information – Theta’s thermal scan, though limited, showed her any living threat. The group of three that shuffled around the corner would be no different.

“The tall one has an earpiece,” Theta informed her as she glimpsed them around a corner. “Best to take her down first –”

As though in slow motion, a primed flash grenade seemed to float over her shoulder. She saw the new assailant’s face, twisted in rage and teeth bared before he ducked away from the imminent blast. Theta’s processing worked faster than her sluggish human brain, triggering her helmet’s visor to insulate her eyes as the flashbang detonated.

Her visor quickly reverted, assessing the new threats as South reoriented her priorities. She was unharmed but had lost the element of surprise. So much for an ideal extraction. Theta had adjusted her HUD’s overlay to account for this.

The man who had thrown the grenade rounded the corner; submachine gun raised. The bullet he caught in his throat thankfully stopped him from squeezing the trigger. Footfalls from the trio down the hall were incoming.

South snagged the machine gun and fired indiscriminately, forcing them to take cover behind the corner and giving her a moment to remove the pins from several flashbangs. Theta drew the angles at which they needed to be thrown, and in an instant the grenades skidded to the feet of the guards around the corner.

They detonated in quick succession, and South rounded the corner to fire at the incapacitated hostiles. Luckily, her shots had missed the earpiece. She raised it to the side of her helmet, Theta picking up the feed.

“How many?”

“Two – three? Maybe more. How the hell are they –”

“We need backup in the north – now! We need –” Static interrupted the various communications, the channel scrambled. South dropped the earpiece and marched forward, thermal scan reaching out and around her. Mason was in the room ahead, and he wasn’t alone.

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I was not made to write fight scenes - I hope they’re readable. Debated rewriting this whole chapter at several points, and am still considering it. I use tumblr on mobile and write on desktop so I assure you every time I open the app I think ‘oh damn gotta update my fics -’ and then I proceed to Not Do That.

#rvb #red versus blue #theta!south au #rvb fanfiction #rvb south #rvb theta #rvb megan #rvb siris #agent south dakota #theta ai fragment #megan wu #mason wu

[doberbutts]

HOWEVER things that I’ve seen complaints about that seem silly and I’m not touching the racism currently because I’ve been harping on it for like a week now.

Galadriel jumping out of the boat and swimming back across what is effectively the Atlantic ocean seems silly until you remember she crossed the Helcaraxe on foot and that’s basically an ice bridge across said Atlantic ocean. Like yeah my first thought was “girl you are in open water tf you gunna do now without a boat” but at the same time like. She’s been in worse situations and made it out tbh. Elves are made of tough stuff and we see this even with the power of the elves waning by the time of LOTR with Legolas being mostly unbothered by various events along the fellowship’s journey that left others exhausted. And he’s not even Noldor like Galadriel.

Speaking of elf clans idk where Celeborn is and thus where Celebrian is but personally I didn’t view her interactions with Elrond as flirting? Old friends, friends who know each other hideously well (esp if you consider Elrond can see the future and Galadriel can read minds I’m sure they’re going for the “finish each other’s sentences on an eerie level” type of relationship). Also they canonically get along really well especially once Elrond and Celebrian get hitched in the Third Age so it’s not like she ever really voiced dislike of him either- she even lives in Rivendell for a long time before settling down with the hubby in Lothlorien. Their relationship isn’t yet that of what it was by LOTR but also they’re missing a huge amount of personal and political events that happened in the like 5000+ years inbetween hold your horses.

Galadriel IS proud, she is described as being incredibly proud and strong and fierce several times. Boromir specifically says he and most of Gondor fear her. He dislikes the time he spends in Lothlorien because he’s afraid of her powers and because the elf/human relationship has always been very strained. Humans don’t like elves and are largely intimidated by or resentful of them outside of a spare few. Elves find humans to be beneath them. This is established over and over. Legolas plays nice with Aragorn but fires back at multiple high-ranking humans. Galadriel’s company had a less than warm welcome for the fellowship despite knowing who they were and liking a few members of their crew. This is established Tolkien lore where distrust between humans and elves was furthered by Morgoth and Sauron, but not invented by them. Elves have always been fairly elitist and there’s even passages about elves hunting dwarves for sport, elves deliberately screwing dwarves out of fair deals, elves making enemies with human kingdoms just because, etc. Galadriel hovering between proud and actively hostile when talking to humans or even elves she views as beneath her is just peak Noldor behavior in complete honesty. She was nice to the fellowship after letting her men threaten to kill them a few times.

AND this “she was never a warrior” thing is BS. She participated in the kinslayings. She was known for her strong magic. She was nicknamed “man-maiden” because she was so tomboyish. It’s absolutely ridiculous to have read all of that and think she can only be what she was shown to be in the PJ movies, at a mere fraction of her power and might, compared to when she was actively involved in the politics of the world instead of hanging out in a treehouse with her husband.

AND she was always obsessive about Sauron, refusing to trust him even when he was at his most “no don’t hurt me I’m a totally trustworthy guy just a poor little meowmeow” and alerting everyone to watch out for him even when they laughed her off. That’s not an Amazon invention, that’s just a Galadriel thing.

And this weird “I can’t believe Harfoots just leave people behind if they get injured/lost” look idk what to tell you, that’s nomadic life when you’re little and everything wants to kill you. Do your best to stay together but you will be left behind and we will not look for you if we get separated. Hobbits in general are distrusting of the world of the Big Folk and they’re literally like 3 feet tall with the exception of very few, meaning even a large dog running loose could easily hurt or kill them. We saw in the very first episode that straying too far from the others can lead to wolves and other unsavory things killing you, we know for a fact that even thousands of years later in the Shire it’s just expected that if you leave the Shire something will pick you off. Hell, just remember that Bilbo’s relatives had just basically shrugged and assumed he was dead and started taking his stuff because he took too long coming back from his adventure. That’s established lore my dudes.

People complaining that the elves look middle aged also look really silly when Hugo Weaving didn’t exactly look young in the role of Elrond and neither did Marton Csokas or Craig Parker. Yes, Celebrimbor’s actor does have a lot of lines and wrinkles on his face and yes, it makes him look older. But that’s also just his face, because looking at younger photos of him he still has sunken eyes, a prominent brow, and lines on his face. At some point y’all have to decide if you care more about traditional beauty standards for men or accepting that some people’s faces just look like that. Same with Elrond’s actor, yeah his jaw juts out a bit and he also has a strong brow, and that’s also just what his face looks like, either accept that real people do indeed have some variations in facial structure and that shouldn’t affect their ability to portray beautiful characters, or admit that you’re more addicted to traditional, eurocentric beauty standards than you’re willing to let on.

Costuming’s fine. Some little details will annoy longtime fans (hello why are non-Feanorians wearing the Feanorian star just because they’re elves) but will be completely missed by newcomers. It’s less detailed in some aspects than the PJ movies which is a shame because of the huge production budget but I wouldn’t say anything looks like plastic or cardboard or like it came out of a Spirit Halloween. Same with the CG- there’s yucky bits here and there with the CG but overall it’s been better than the Hobbit movies, which I know is a low bar but people are taking PJ as gospel right now. Accents is a valid complaint but lbr it’s largely lost on an American audience and most of us have needed to have it pointed out to us, don’t lie. And don’t act like that’s not coming direct from the source either- y’all loved the PJ movies and they’re guilty of the same thing.

The dialogue complaint is weird to me because it’s largely accepted within universe that elves speak solely in allegory and riddle (Bilbo directly says this to Elrond in PJ’s Hobbit trilogy in an extended scene) and so Finrod deciding that he’s going to sound smart by saying stones look downwards or whatever is, again, peak Noldor behavior. Elves just do that. Wizards do too, we just haven’t met any [official] wizards yet [tbh I think the Stranger is a wizard, idk just which one yet because any could fit the current description], or do we not remember Aragorn’s “there goes Gandalf talking in riddles yet again” and Frodo’s “for a dude pretending to be A Regular Guy, you use a lot of doublespeak”? It’s Tolkien, of course there’s going to be allegory and riddle where there didn’t need to be, that’s like 80% of the prophecies and misunderstandings in the books guys. The Hobbits and dwarves stand out because they’re the only people who speak plainly, and they’re largely regarded as rude for doing so.

And Rs get rolled sorry. Orlando Bloom’s Legolas was doing the same shit (”a Balrrrrrrog of Morrrrrrrrgoth”), it’s just that he’s a singular elf the story’s not technically about and thus you don’t notice it as much because it’s just him. Now that we’re surrounded by elves and two of our main characters are elves, you’re gunna hear it all the time.

ALSO it’s super bizarre to me that people are on one hand complaining that it’s not like the PJ movies enough, but then on the other hand are complaining when things are very similar to the PJ movies saying they “ripped off” PJ’s vision. Well which one is it? Are you unhappy that it’s not like the PJ adaptions or are you unhappy that it holds some similarities? I get that y’all wanted PJ to help with this but honestly there were complaints about the PJ movies too that y’all are just pretending didn’t exist.

ALSOOOOO I keep seeing people complain that the orcs aren’t supposed to be like vampires wrt the sun??? Uh. Again, did we read the same books? Orcs can’t move in the open in sunlight, it hurts them and burns their flesh. Not on-fire-turn-to-ash vampire lore “burns their flesh” but it’s absolutely a thing that orcs cannot spend long amounts of time in the sun and literally that’s why A: Mordor has a permanent dark cloud of ash and dust over its sky to allow the orcs and goblins and everything else to move freely even in the daytime and B: Saruman and Sauron bred Uruks from orcs to create a larger, stronger, more intelligent, orcish creature that could move in daylight because it was easier to use them by the time of LOTR. There’s a lot of suggestion that Uruks are crossbred orcs (aka super fucked up elves) and humans (mostly of the enemy bad-guys-only POC-dominant races) though there’s some argument over that. Either way, yeah orcs are supposed to flee at sunrise and it’s supposed to hurt them to be out in broad daylight. Multiple times as the climax of LOTR swells people express surprise that orcs are moving in huge packs and in broad daylight, because this is not normal orcish behavior.

ANNNNND the warg is supposed to look really fucked up, same as orcs. They’re not really new living creatures but fucked up versions of already existing creatures. Orcs are fucked up elves. Wargs are fucked up wolves. Balrogs are fucked up wizards. Dragons are fucked up eagles. And so on. The forces of evil could not create new life, only corrupt what already existed. So the warg having a really fucked up face and that includes the really inbred chihuahua look? Yeah they’re not supposed to look like Wolves But Bigger, they’re supposed to look like really fucked up wolfish creatures. Again, for everyone saying “read the Silmarillion”, it really feels like y’all haven’t read it with some of these complaints.

[audio-luddite]

Don't you hate it when they're right?

I mean the test instrument people.

Bouncing around the internoise I hit upon a site I have seen before once or twice.

It is, as the name suggests, a science based band of brothers interested in audio. If they can get a piece of equipment they run it through a lab and evaluate it. Listening may be involved, but more likely FFT of distortion spectra and noise.

This time I was tracking down an ARC D300 amp. It is a solid state power amp by the kings of tubes. It has a following and is respected. These people did a test of it and it did not do well. Far more distortion than a "good one" should have. Part of the idea of voicing electronics to suit prejudices and preferences. Yup people do that.

They have a scoring system that ranks devices by the type and magnitude of distortion and some other stuff. Many "classic" pieces do not do well at all. The D300 was mediocre.

The most interesting thing is if you scroll down to the rank chart.

If you look to the far left the best ranking belongs to the Benchmark AHB2. That is the one that uses the THX license for feed forward error correction. Hmmm, I guess that really works. Golden ears don't particularly care for it.

Makes you wonder what it is they do care for?

This list is by no means comprehensive as they review devices on loan. If they know somebody who has a piece they can get for a while then good on ya!

On the shitty end there are some audiophile darlings including a Dynaco ST 70. The review is interesting if you track it down. The Pi filter power supply earns some specific negativity.

Exploring the site you will find they even test fancy power cables (spoiler alert they do no good and may invalidate your fire insurance) and speaker interconnect wire (spoiler alert they are no better than plain heavy gauge wire.) Of course this is what science says not a highly experienced industry insider who gets stuff free or at big discount!

Very thorough it seems. The speaker cables for example. They ran tests on just the cable, and with an amplifier running amp test protocols and comparing it to plain wire. Sounds fair to me. Recall that nobody has ever published a blind cable test in any mainstream platform as that would hurt the business model.

That brings to mind a comment that Paul McGowan made on one of his You Tube things. He said that switching out cables can make a sonic difference because loosening and tightening the ends to the amp and speaker clear corrosion from the faces. This guy is an engineer, and pretty up front about stuff. He makes some Rolex level stuff too.

I like when bullshit is removed from the discussion.

There is a bit of a trap in audiophile stuff. You have to believe and trust opinions while not believing them. Its not just reading between the lines it is reading the shadow on the wall behind the guy writing the lines. A company with a long history is a good clue, like Dynaco, and Hafler and Audio Research. If their stuff was respected at one time that helps. Trying to perceive price point exercises is also important. My SP14 was a cheaper version of the SOTA ARC preamp of the day.

ARC are pretty too. Love the brushed anodized finish.

Then you have to rely on your own prejudices. For example McIntosh which I never cared for. It may be the transformers on the outputs, the very significant expense or just that everyone I knew with one was an A-hole. So just never on my list of likes or wants.

Some things you must buy from big companies as only they can build them for reasonable prices. A Chevy Corvette costs a fraction of what a Ferrari does because Chevy makes more units in a week than Ferrari does in a year. So my turntables have been Sony, Pioneer, Harman Kardon, and Dual. (that is the whole list)

This is fun right?

#audiophile #audioblr #cheap audiophile #high end audio #tubes vs transistors #vinyl #audio test instruments #science in audio

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Dreams of Coffee and K-pop pt.2

Pt.1

An: I found the emoji!

Tw: yandere, implied murderous intent

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not love.

Art cred: Kackaorz1 on Twitter

It was the day of the concert. You had been listening to the 4NEMO music that your friend had been recommending you and had gotten quite familiar with it. Now, you were dressed in your favourite outfit, ready to attend the concert with your best friend. It was two hours before the concert started, but Venti advised you to come early so you and your friend could hang out with them and watch them warm-up. 4NEMO had gotten closer to you in the time before the concert. The boys texted you constantly and you got attached, welcoming them into your tight little circle of trust. You even all had a group chat with just you and the boys. They proved to be a pleasant way for you to blow off steam from your classes and relax so you welcomed them. Just a week after you all had met, 4NEMO had a new hit album called "Coffee Dream". It had become your new favourite album from them, containing all of the things you loved in music. Almost as though it was made with you in mind. You even set your ringtone to the instrumental of one of the album's songs. A beep resounded from your phone as you looked yourself over in the mirror. A text from Venti, " Hey cutie, just wondering if you need a ride to the concert, I'd be happy to give you a ride!" The nickname 'Cutie' had been something that sort of just happened, no inside joke, just Venti teasing you. You smile and chuckle a bit then answer him. "Yeah sure, I'm already ready so you can come now and I'm sure that they're ready too so you can pick us up now." Five minutes later you received another text telling you that Venti was now at your apartment. Making sure to fix your hair, you went outside. Outside was a black limousine waiting for you. "Get in, cutie! The others are starting warmups!" Venti called to you as you got in the limo, admiring the interior of the vehicle. Vent pulled you to his side, thighs touching. You were confused at his actions but then Venti slung his arm around your shoulder and explained. "Well we've got to make sense for your friend, right? Ehe." He giggled at the end. In return, you shrugged but it did make sense so you didn't mind. Plus, this was Venti, he's always like this. Once you got to your friend's house you saw them with a 4NEMO glow stick in hand and wearing a 4NEMO tee with the group's logo on it. "Hey, bestie! And Venti!" You laughed at the stupid nickname and replied. "Ok, you know you are my best friend and I love you platonically, and that I would die for you if necessary, but do not call me bestie. You can call me anything else, hell I'd even prefer if you called me your 'stupid butt-kicking partner in arson,' than whatever that was. Now, let's pretend that never happened and erase that from our memories. 'Kay?" This was just harmless teasing as you two had done much more stupid things and had many more inside jokes that no one except for you two knew about. "Aye aye, captain!" You talked about random subjects as the car ride went on. And Venti held onto you the whole way, almost as if he thought you might disappear. Maybe even a bit more than usual. Once you got to where the concert would take place, Venti escorted you both to the private room where the boys were practicing. "Hey, guys, I brought a little something!" Venti called to the other 4NEMO members, a hand on your shoulder tugging you to him. All the group looked up from what they were doing. From Kazuha trying out different chords on the electronic piano to xiao going over some dance moves that you hadn't seen yet, to Aether doing vocal exercises. Aether and Kazuha meeting you with soft smiles. Xiao looking away from you after he met your eyes. "So that's what you went off to do, and I almost thought you were trying to skip out on practice." Xiao retorted. "Well it is nice to have you here with us, and you too." Aether addressed you and your friend. It was surprisingly relaxing watching them warm-up for the concert. The practice was flawless, clear that everyone had already gotten everything down to the most minuscule detail. "4NEMO, you ready? Shows about to

begin." One of their workers called, you fairly remember her name being Rika or something along those lines. The boys nodded already dressed in their beautiful yet casual costumes. "Wooh! Go 4NEMO!" You called to them as you and your friend headed for where the audience had already situated itself. (On the other side) That past week, they had been almost three times more productive with you as their inspiration. Starting and releasing a new album dedicated to you in just a week. With you on their brains, inspiration was abundant. They were more devoted to you than even some of their superfans, Kazuha even stalking your social media in secret so he could make sure that his next compositions were to your taste. 4NEMO had been trying to express their love for you in the clearest yet unsuspicious way they could. Even referencing the day you met with the album. Nevertheless, you seemed to be only interested in friendship. No matter, everything would go their way in the end. Venti had put in so much effort to have you by his side, even if it was for just before the concert. Having to sneak away from the group without being noticed to go get you, paying the limo driver extra as he was only supposed to have driven 4NEMO there. Even holding back what we wanted to say to make you ditch that lousy friend of yours. Just for you to voice your feelings of devotion for them while he was in the same car!? So oblivious, so innocent, he had to protect you. The other boys were also surprised to see you but welcomed your presence. They all thought you would only show up at the concert, not before. But they all loved to indulge in you, so no one really minded Venti's little stunt. 4NEMO appeared on the stage. Smiling at the crowd with meaningless movie star smiles. At everyone except for you of course. All their eyes scoured the crowd for you, happy to see that you were close to the stage. Close enough, to tempt them into pulling you up to be with them. But, they had an image to uphold. So they held off on the longing looks at you and just focused on impressing you. "Hey, guys! Who's ready for a 4NEMO concert!?" Aether grinned and asked the crowd? The audience wooed back, even you, something the boys genuinely smiled at. "Well then, we've ought to get this party started!" Venti cried as the first song started. The boys knew that this had been your first concert as you preferred more quiet, secluded ways to spend your time while your friend was the one dragging you to interact with the outside world. And they were determined to make it special. Make this day the one that makes you as head over heels in love with them as they are. They started with a fast fan favourite, the one that you had as your ringtone. The one they created as a way to only express a fraction of the passion they felt for you. Xiao moved beautifully and elegantly as he sang. Venti hit a flawless high note that even most female singers couldn't reach. Kazuha harmonized with them in such a beautiful way that it could take one's breath away, rapping clearly and rapidly. Aether was the one who pulled it all together, he was the leader after all. 4NEMO was pleased to find that you were enjoying the change of environment. Moving your head and singing along with some of the songs you knew. Just one small problem. Though it was an irritation, the boys kept up in the perfect way only they could achieve. The problem was that you just had to bring your friend with you, Venti told the others what he had heard in the car, about how you would even die for them. And they just had to separate you two, it was too much jealousy to handle. It drove them even further, made them crave your praise even more. Even just a small compliment would suffice. So they worked their hardest at this concert. Making sure you have the time of your life. The concert was finally over and now you could be reunited with the boys. They swarmed around you once you had arrived at their private room. Asking you how the experience was and was delighted that you said that it was "absolutely

surreal" and that you loved it. It might not have been a direct 'I love you.' But it would work for now. Though they couldn't be with you in public due to their status, they would still have you. They would still make you theirs. They would remove anyone to make that happen. And it seemed like your friend was going to be the first.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere blog #yandere male #Chill pill's yandere haven #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere kazuha #yandere aether #yandere venti #yandere xiao #genshin au

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Paul's Lullaby | part two

<previous | next>

It had been a few days since your attack on the beach. Since then, Paul really didn't like when you were home alone. Or walking to work alone. Or anywhere alone really. It didn't have to be with him, but he needed to know he, or someone he trusted could get to you in time.

He was worried that the leech had caught your scent, and would come back. Sam didn't think so, Sam was under the impression that this person was actually testing their lines, and he wouldn't let the same mistake happen again. You were still waiting for Paul to tell you the whole truth, but you were being patient, as he had been with you. It was clear that whatever it was, was hard for him to say.

Your couch was permanently occupied by Paul, who picked you up from work to drive you home. And if he couldn't make it, he'd send one of the pack, or one of the imprints to pick you up and bring you to Emily's house.

You were cautiously optimistic about where things were going with Paul. There was still some trust issues, but you were working on it together. And no matter how much Embry or Jared talked about Paul's anger issues, you didn't really see it.

Currently, you were at Emily's, sitting on the couch and trying to stay awake until Paul got there. He made you feel safe.

"Have you seen this?" Emily asked holding a newspaper. There were missing people all over Seattle. It's what had Paul working overtime. He was pulling more than his fair share, and you knew that had to do with you. But you didn't understand what.

"Is anyone ever going to tell me what's going on?" you asked, but your tone was light, joking. Emily laughed, and sat by your legs on the couch.

"Paul really is taking his time, huh?" She gave you a sad smile. "He's doing that for your benefit."

"I know, I know," you said. "I'm just really confused. I swear the scenarios I'm making up in my head must be worse."

"Probably," she said. You both laughed this time.

"Well he better snap to it."

"I'm heading to bed," Emily said, patting your leg over the thin blanket. "You okay out here?"

"Yeah, thanks Em. Goodnight," you said.

"Goodnight."

"Wake up honey."

Paul was gently shaking your arm. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to wake you up as nicely as possible. Jared laughed in the background at how soft Paul was around you, but quickly said his goodbyes as he took the night patrol. It takes a tough guy to make fun of someone and then rush out the door. But Paul didn't care.

"Paul?" you asked, finally coming to. "What time is it?"

"Late, it's very late."

"Take me home," you said, holding your arms out to him.

"I like you when you're sleepy, you're very nice." Paul picked you up, and said a quick goodbye to Sam as you closed your eyes again. It made Sam smile.

Paul carried you to his pick up truck, and got you settled into the passenger seat. He even did up your seat belt. You woke up a little more, but your squirming and stretching was the cutest thing to him. He was so enamoured with you. He didn't really care how long it took until you trusted him. Or even if you never wanted to be with him, he didn't care. As long as he got to be around you, he would be fine.

"Let's watch a movie tonight," you said, yawning right after.

"I don't think you'll be able to stay awake," he said, smiling.

"Can we try?"

"How about we watch something tomorrow, after work?"

"Okay," you said, closing your eyes again. "Tomorrow."

You fell back asleep before you got home. Paul was driving slowly, and the cool air was filtering in through his open window. He was listening to some folk band, and the whole thing just lulled you to sleep.

When he parked the truck, he did everything he could to get you into your room without waking you up, and he was pretty successful. But as he was tucking you into bed, you woke up a little. He moved to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

"Goodnight Paul," you said, not letting go of his wrist.

"Goodnight honey," he said, daring to lean down and kiss your forehead. You made a happy sound as you rolled over, getting comfortable in bed.

Paul would've done anything in the world to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep. But he was happy just to be here.

So, Paul went back to the couch. And got as comfortable as he could, and fell asleep, reminding himself that you were safest when he was here. And that he was doing a good job protecting you.

The next morning went better than most mornings. You woke up in a good mood, and decided to make breakfast for Paul. He'd been working so hard to protect you, that he deserved at least a fraction of that devotion back.

You made the lot, pancakes and eggs. A small fruit salad and a plate of bacon. While the pot of coffee finished, Paul wandered into the kitchen stretching.

"Mmm," he groaned, "something smells good."

"I made you breakfast," you said, a smile on your face.

Paul was in love with you, that much he knew for sure. And today he got his first sign that maybe you were at least starting to fall for him too. It was a good day.

"Eat up," you said. "I have to work in a few hours."

"You're going to eat too, right?" he asked.

"Of course I am," you said, stopping before you left the room. You turned on the radio against the wall. It was some band you'd never heard of, but it was nice enough. Paul was already filling his plate, but you went to pour two coffees. "Cream, sugar?"

"Just black," he said, mouthful of food. "Just come sit."

"All right," you said. "But for the record I wanted the coffee."

You chose the chair beside him, instead of across from him, and he took note of that but didn't say anything. You smiled at him, and he smiled back, like he always did.

Breakfast was relatively quiet, you made small talk about what was going on that day, but mostly you just enjoyed the silence. It didn't feel awkward, it felt right. It felt comfortable. When you were done, Paul wasn't. So you carried your plate to the sink, and rubbed your hand across his back as you passed. His breath hitched slightly, and it made you smile, thinking about how different Paul was.

Maybe it was time you cut him a little slack.

When he finished, Paul helped you clean up. And even shooed you away to get ready for work while he did the dishes.

"Thank you," he said, as you walked back down the hallway. He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and dropped it back on the counter. He leaned back, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he is.

"Thank you for being here," you said, suddenly self conscience under his intent stare at you. You pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, keeping the fabric pinched between your fingers.

"I uh, packed up the rest of the fruit salad. I thought you might like to have it at work." Paul had one of your Tupperware containers sitting on the counter.

"And the bacon?"

He looked guilty. "I ate it."

"It's okay!" you said, laughing at his face. "It was made to be eaten."

He drove you to work, and although you missed to walk, you knew you'd get back to it eventually. When he dropped you off, you hesitated to leave. Paul sat patiently, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

"I want the truth tonight," you said.

"Honey..."

"Just, think about it from my perspective. I have no idea what it is I should be scared of, I have no idea where you work or why you're gone all the time. I'm worried about you, and I'm scared."

"I'm scared too." Paul took a deep breath. "I'm scared that something will happen to you. But mostly I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll be scared of me."

"I wouldn't."

"You don't know that," he said, he looked terrified. "You hated me earlier this month. Couldn't even look at me throughout high school and I am so embarrassed about that. And it's going to be even more embarrassing when I tell you everything because then you'll know that we didn't make eye contact from two years attending the same school."

"I'm sure we made eye contact," you said.

"No." He looked at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "We didn't." The look on his face made you hurt. It made your heart deflate, and you would've done anything to see him smile again.

You unclicked your seat belt, but didn't move as it sprang back into place. It didn't feel right to leave the air like this.

The heat he gave off seemed to float right into your space, and there was something about his presence that made you feel more settled than you had in a long time. You wanted to touch him, so you leaned across the middle seat, and placed a tender kiss against his cheek.

"Just think about it," you said, sliding back towards the door and starting to get out. You didn't want to leave him feeling sad, but you had to get to work.

"Have a good shift," he said, watching you leave. He hated watching you walk away.

"You too."

Work had been horrible. Your boss was kind of a jerk, and waiting tables had really lost it's appeal. You'd been serving tables in La Push's best diner, but when the new owners took over, it quickly began to lose it's charm. You wanted to buy it when they were selling, but coming right out of high school you didn't have that kind of cash.

You just felt kind of miserable, so when you saw Jared and Kim waiting for you outside, you just felt annoyed. You were under the impression you and Paul had made plans.

"Hey," Kim said, smiling from the passenger seat. You got in behind Jared. "Don't worry. Paul said another hour, tops."

"Can you guys just take me home? I had a long day and I just want to relax," you asked, pulling your upper body between Jared and Kim's seats.

"I don't know, Y/N," Jared said, making a worried face. "I don't think Paul would like that."

"C'mon Jared," you said. "I'll lock the doors, and I'll call you if I get nervous."

"Jared, she wants to go home." Kim smiled at you. You really liked her.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. "When he freaks out on me, I'm throwing you both under the bus."

"He won't get mad at us," you said, "he said himself. An hour tops."

Jared and Kim were actually really great travel companions. Kim always made sure you were included in conversation, and Jared was not afraid to sing at the top of his lungs which was hilarious. They really cheered you up.

And of course, they waited until you were in your house to pull away.

Inside, you were tired, and cold. And you had wanted to spend some time with Paul. But he said an hour, and you figured we wouldn't lie about that. It wasn't too late that you couldn't give him some of the patience that he had given you.

So you spent the time bringing out some blankets, and pillows. When that was done you made some popcorn and fresh lemonade.

Paul should've been there any second. So you just spent some time tidying up the place. You saw some fabric poking out from under on the blankets, and you yanked on it, pulling out one of Paul's shirts. You laughed. Because it seemed rare to even see him in a shirt.

You pulled your shirt over your head, and put on his instead. Your shorts were hidden by his baggy shirt, even baggier on your small frame.

Twigs snapped outside the window, and you gasped. You knew you locked the door, but decided on checking the windows too. Just so you could say that you did. They were all locked. When you walked back into the living room, Paul was standing there - jaw clenched tight just like his fists were. But you could see the restraint. You could tell he was actively calming himself. You took a step closer.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking. He closed his eyes, hating the way you stop dead in your tracks. He didn't want to scare you. "I told you that I didn't want you here alone for a reason."

"I was so tired after work," you explained. "I wanted to sit on the couch and watch a movie like normal people do."

"I am trying to make things as normal as possible for you," he said, the anger was already washed away, but it wasn't gone. Not entirely. "You just have to trust me."

"How can I trust you when you don't trust me?" you said, voice starting to raise with unavoidable frustration.

"You think that I don't trust you?"

"I'm not allowed to be by myself, how else would you like me to interpret that?" You felt tears brimming at your eyes, the confrontation bringing out your anxiety.

"If we're going to fight, I need you to take three steps back."

"For what?"

"Your safety."

"What does that mean?" you shouted. "Are you scared you'll hit me?"

"I would never hit you," he shouted back. "How could you even think that?"

"I don't want to argue," you said, quietly. "I'm sorry I shouted."

He saw the sad look in your eyes, and could've kicked himself for driving you to this. He nodded, prying his eyes away from your sad ones to look anywhere else. He looked at your shirt, for the first time, and even though he was angry with you, he loved the sight. It calmed him down knowing it was you, in his shirt, a couple feet away.

He held his hand out, palm up for you to take. You did, and he guided you, as if you were dancing - not fighting, to the couch. You sat beside him, and he kept your hand in his.

"I need you to really listen to me," he said, his eyes glossing over with the realization that if he loses you, he'd never be whole again. "For now, I need you to follow all my rules. Even when they seem excessive, or dumb. And in return I will explain everything. And I won't keep any secrets from you."

"I can do that," you said. "If you're always honest with me, I'll be honest with you."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything. You're off, right?"

"Yeah," you said, shuffling over so you could lean your head against Paul's shoulder. "Can we watch our movie now?"

He put an arm around you, and you fit to him. Like you were always meant to be there. Well, technically, you were.

"Yeah, honey. We can watch a movie now."

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[hellhound-whisperer]

Rumor Mill (Part Five)

Pairing | Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings | spn-level violence, little MoC!Dean but not much, smut

Prompt | “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

A/N | This is my first time writing any MoC!Dean, so please let me know what you think. I hope I did alright, and you enjoy.

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Working the nights was usually easy at your roadhouse – you knew all the locals, and when to cut them off, and hunters tended to want to sit and drink alone or in small groups, shoot some pool, maybe hit on the bartenders if they were on the younger side. Most knew your face, if not your name, and knew you weren’t to be seriously messed with, either because it was known you could hold your own, or who your friends were. It was surprising how quickly word got around in the hunter community when you were seeing a Winchester.

Every once in a while though, you’d get the odd group of strangers come through, and in your opinion, they were the worst. Usually drank way too much, didn’t tip enough, and were often the cause of problems at the Mill, the few times you had them. Tonight seemed like it would be one of those nights.

You were taking another round of shots to a table of four, tequila. You could tell by their carefree demeanor and OSU sweatshirts they weren’t hunters, and they weren’t with any of your local regulars. Though you checked their ID’s, you’d taken to thinking of them as Ken and Barbie, and Barney and Betty, based on their attitudes and appearance. All four had Oklahoma licenses, and you guessed they graduated recently, if that. Ken and Barbie were trying a bit too hard to look like they weren’t from the Midwest, with their blonde styled hair and designer jeans, but Barney and Betty seemed to be more at peace with their roots, with their cowboy boots a bit more worn. Likely, they were ones that recommended Rumor Mill in the first place; they looked familiar, like they were family of someone nearby.

Barbie and Ken were all over each other at the table, while Barney and Betty were in the middle of another game of pool as you walked up with their latest round of drinks.

“You guys need anything else?” you asked, setting the shot glasses down on the table.

No one answered, so you took your tray back behind the bar to resume your earlier conversation with Tommy, a hunter from Texas, passing through towards Montana.

Tommy was at the tail end of his story about a cursed porn magazine he’d had to save someone from when you heard the foursome slammed their shots, Barbie and Ken cheering as they finished. Ken waved at you, earning himself a glare from Barbie. She peeled herself off her boyfriend, stalking over to you at the bar before you could make your way back to them.

“He wants another round, not you,” she barked, or tried to. Came out as more of the yip a Yorkie makes, you mused.

You shook your head as you uncapped four beers. “Trust me, I’m not interested in your boyfriend.”

Her hand whipped up from her side, showing you a ring on her right hand. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my fiancé!”

You saw Tommy stiffen a little out of the corner of your eye, ready to jump in if he needed to. You shook your head a fraction, to let him know you were okay, and a cat fight wasn’t in your plans for the evening.

“Lucky you. By the way, the diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” You smirked, handing her the bottles. That seemed to shut her up, and she spun back towards Ken in huff. After that, it didn’t take long for Barbie and Ken’s arguing to escalate, ending with Barbie storming out of the bar, Ken close on her heels. Barney and Betty left some money on the table, and followed.

“Civilians,” Tommy said after their exit.

“Tell me about it. Hey, maybe the stone really was fake.” You chuckled, pouring Tommy another whiskey, in thanks to him for looking out for you earlier. “Now they idiots have left, please continue. You knew where to find the magazine, and were about to bust into the house?”

“One of the scariest sights I’ve ever seen. This guy…” Tommy busted out laughing, before he could finish his tale.

He left not long afterwards, and since he was the last to leave, you’d decided you had enough for one night.

You texted Dean, smiling as you asked him to come pick you up so the two of you could head to your apartment, as planned. Once you got his response, you busied yourself with wiping down tables, lost in thought about the rest of your evening. You were almost done putting all the chairs up when you heard the door open behind you.

“You’re quick,” you commented, turning around. You stopped quickly when you saw it was Ken that had just walked in. “We’re closed.”

“You bitch, you think you can talk to Karen like that?” Ken was seething, his hands clenched into fists.

Seeing he was blocking the door, you started to back up to the bar, where your gun was. “Wait, is her name seriously Karen?” You really couldn’t help your mouth sometimes.

His jaw twitched, and that’s when he sprung towards you, landing a clean hit to your jaw and knocking you to the ground. You managed to catch yourself as you hit the floor, pain shooting up your wrist as you did. You heard him coming up behind you, so you kicked backwards, catching him off guard. He stumbled, giving you enough time to start getting up when you heard Dean speak.

“Back away from her,” Dean said coldly, cocking his gun. You stood, meeting his gaze. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“I’ll be fine.” Dean stood deadstill, hand tight around his gun, pointed at the back of Ken’s head.

Dean nodded, walking closer behind Ken, gun still pointed. To his credit, Ken looked about ready to piss his pants, so he knew he fucked up. Grabbing his shoulder, Dean spun Ken around, hitting him on the side of his face with that pearl-white gun handle. Ken went down, and Dean picked up right back up with lightning speed, slamming him against the front wall. He looked ready to kill him when you interrupted.

“Once is enough, Dean. He’s not worth your energy.” You could feel the anger radiating off him, and knew if you didn’t stop him, he’d probably actually kill the idiot. Still holding Ken’s shirt in one hand, you saw Dean take a deep breath before shoving him towards the door.

“You got fucking lucky. Get out,” Dean commanded, and Ken ran as fast as he could out of there. You followed, locking the door behind him, and took your own deep breath to bring you down from your adrenaline high. You heard Dean coming up behind you, and turned, coming face to face. His hand cupped your good cheek, his other lightly tracing the bruise you knew you’d have come morning.

“I’m sorry I was late, Y/N,” Dean whispered. His hands shook a little, and you thought back to what Sam had said. You’d be damned if some dumb kid was the reason Dean snapped tonight.

“You weren’t. Take a breath, I’ve had worse,” you tried to reassure him, but the dark look that flooded his eyes told you that was the wrong thing to say. “Hey, I’m alright. I’ll get some ice, and you can take me home. Okay?”

Those pretty green eyes lightened a little, probably at the mention of taking you home, but you’d take it. They searched yours, looking for any sign that you were lying and more hurt than you let on, but after 30 seconds, he nodded, placed a soft kiss to your forehead before releasing the hold he had on you.

As soon as his hands dropped from your face, he grabbed yours, leading you around the bar. He made you an ice pack with a clean towel and gently placed it on your jaw. You hissed a little, and saw his eyes cloud over again.

“It just stung for a second, it’s not that bad,” you tried to sooth.

He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, thumb trailing across your skin as he did. You could feel his hand still trembling. “Let’s just get you home, sweetheart.”

You gave him a half-smile with the unharmed side of your face. “Please. I could use a drink with my knight in shining armor.”

Dean smiled at that, placing another kiss to your forehead before leading you out to Baby. As you locked up behind you, your mind started racing again, thoughts of the Mark running rampant in your head.

You were in your small kitchen, pouring two glasses of whiskey into tumblers for you and Dean, still trying to quiet your thoughts. He seemed to have calmed a bit on the drive, his hand on your thigh most of the way. At first you thought maybe the fight had riled him up that way, but the way his fingertips danced over your jeans wasn’t horny. It was almost like he was trying to ground himself, remember that you were safe next to him. And then again, maybe you should lay off on all the romance novels. You rolled your eyes at yourself, bringing the drinks to the couch.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Dean downed his in one gulp, so you pulled the hand you had hidden behind your back with the bottle.

“Thought I would save myself the trip,” you teased, smiling. You saw the first real “Dean” smile you had that night, and you relaxed a bit, pouring him another.

Dean slung his arm behind the couch, inviting you to lean into him. You were happy to oblige, tucking your legs underneath you. He was still quiet.

“Dean, it’s okay. Really,” you looked up at him, seeing he was staring straight ahead. “If you weren’t there, I would have gotten up and handed pretty Ken’s ass back to him, and then some. But I appreciate the assist,” you added.

He looked down at that last part, and smirked. His hand dropped to encircle you, fingers stroking your arm softly. “I know, Y/N/N, I know you can handle yourself. It’s just…” he trailed off, and you waited patiently. “No, you know what, not tonight. I just took a, no, my beautiful woman home, and I have been looking forward to seeing you since…” his eyes rolled upwards, calculating, “well, the last time I saw you.”

He leaned forward, setting his glass on the coffee table. He pulled you up to meet his lips, and you moved with him, pushing him to lay on the couch, your body laying on top of his. You kissed like you were teenagers, hungry for each other.

While you could keep kissing him like that forever, he seemed to need something else tonight, his hands inching up the bottom of your shirt, pushing it up. Trapping his hips with your legs, you used those muscles that yoga gave you, lifting your torso to pull the shirt over your head, feeling his cock stiffen against his jeans.

Biting your lip, you reach back to unhook and toss aside your bra. His hands were on you instantly, kneading your flesh, thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them almost painfully hard. You moaned his name loudly, feeling it right down to your core.

“That’s it, baby,” he responded, tongue flicking over his pink lips. You could read the desire written all over his face, rewarding him by unbuttoning your jeans, pulling down the zipper. You rose up a little, and that’s when he pounced, flipping you on your back. He pulled your pants off, looking at you with wonder when he realized you weren’t wearing panties.

“Thought you might like that,” you breathed, and he crashed back down on top of you, bracing his frame with his hands surrounding your head, the simple grinding of his hips against your core making you wet. Your lips reached to meet his, tongues entwining. One hand moved to release his cock from his jeans, and you could feel himself coating his head with your wetness. He lined himself up, pausing to read your expression, if you were ready. Your heart swelled a little at that.

“Please,” you begged, and plunged deep into you, your nails digging into his clothed back, screaming his name. He wasn’t sweet after that, fucking you into the couch thrust after thrust. His lips trailed down your face and neck, making you bite the inside of your cheek, since he happened to choose the side you’d just been punched on. Still, you weren’t interested in him stopping anything he was doing. He was hitting the exact right spot over and over again, and you were cumming in minutes, pulling him somehow even deeper as you did, legs trapping him in place as he grunted his own release.

Dean stilled, all his energy leaving him as he did his best not to crush you under his weight. You were both panting as you came down, and you trapped his scruffy cheeks between your hands, his gaze meeting yours. It was quick, and it was rough, but you knew it was what he needed at that moment, and it was definitely worth being a little sore come morning.

“Gorgeous…” he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips with yours. “And mine,” he almost growled. You pulled him down to kiss you properly, relishing in the feel of his body against yours, his softening cock still inside you.

“And to think, that was just round one,” you smiled despite the stiffness in your jaw, so thoroughly lost in your own haze of pleasure.

Dean chuckled, kissing you again. “Oh sweetheart, round one of many.” He reached over, balancing himself over you, to pick up and down his drink. He sighed, finishing it. “Shower?”

You placed your palms to his chest, pushing him. “Damn right.”

You’d decided in that moment, talking could wait until the morning.

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[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 4

Am I insane for posting another chapter? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Should you message me about how you feel about Spills & Francis? YES!

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I've gotten so much love over this series and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you guys love these two idiots as much as I do. <3

(Feo means ugly in Spanish but it can be used as a term of endearment between [male] friends)

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, alcohol (Spills gets wasted)(Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age: 17

“No Francis I don’t wanna watch this - I’m gonna get scared.” It was late, you were both sitting in his cozy living-room, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Why, are you chicken? It’s just The Shining, it's not even scary.” He put it on and despite your protests, he settled and let the movie play, You gave him a pout.

“Okay if you really don’t want to I’ll change it you big baby.” He rolled his eyes to grab the remote but you stopped him.

“Promise you’ll walk me home?” You knew it was one of his favourites. He smiled wide.

“Of course! If it’s too much I'll change it.” He gave you most of the blanket that was draped over his legs and you sat very close to him. He was taller than you remembered him being, having gone through a growth spurt over the summer and he towered over you now. All knees and elbows.

When the room scene came on you burrowed your face into his neck and he wrapped an arm around you, you were so pretty. Your hair smelled so good and he buried his nose into the messy bun you wore. You practically clawed at him, trying to get closer - he made you feel safe.

“Is it still scary?” You spoke into his neck.

“Yes - don’t look yet, just a little longer.”

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**Present Day**

Pope was holding up a shot-glass full of something and there were shots lined up for the three of you when you walked in.

“Catfish, I never thought it would happen for you feo, but I’m glad it did. Claudia, he’s lucky to have you.” He raised his shot glass and a chorus of ‘To Frankie and Claudia’ rang out before everyone tipped the liquor back.

The burn in the back of your throat couldn’t just be from the tequila, you’d swallowed a lump. You’d forced back the tears stinging your eyes when he dipped her back to kiss her. With her laughing and grabbing his neck they were the picture of romance and the smile you had plastered to your face must have looked manic. Popes eyes caught yours then and his eyebrows raised, a question in his features that you couldn’t quite read but he looked away and left you with your thoughts.

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You got very drunk. Fall-down drunk. Forget about everything drunk.

“Spills, I think you should stop - you’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He was softly taking the shot out of your hand and you tried to fight him but his grip was iron.

“St-op t-telling me wh-what to do Francisco.” You tried to take it back but it seemed like the floor was coming up to say hi. An iron grip around your middle stopped you from losing a couple of teeth.

“Jesus Spills, okay - that’s enough. I’m cutting you off.” He held onto you and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him but you also wanted to throw up. Decisions decisions.

“I-think-imgonnabesick…” you brought your hand up to your mouth and part of you expected him to let go but he didn’t.

“Take a deep breath, it’s okay, Pope can you get me some water?” He was holding onto you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and you tried to focus on his hands on you as the whole room spun dangerously. A few minutes later he was holding a cold glass of water to your lips. “Drink the whole thing, I'm going to hold it because if you spill it I'll kill you.” You chugged it down and he put it on the table.

“When did you get so strong, Francis?” Your words were slurred and you felt his chest rumbling with laughter at your question. “You smell so good.” You said it lower- more to yourself, but he heard and the laughing stopped.

“Oh no! Are you okay Spills?” Claudia was there now, her hands pulling your hair away from your face and before you could succumb to the urge to tell her never to call you that Frankie spoke up.

“She’s okay, just need to get her home. You’re okay right, Spills?” His voice was lower, so soothing you could fall asleep to it.

“Hey Frankie, you and Claudia should stay, tell me where she lives and I’ll get her home.” It was Pope, Frankie must have trusted him immensely because before you knew it he was putting you into the front seat of Pope's rental and buckling you in. Claudia was tying your hair back and putting your purse into your lap.

“Be careful please - this is her address, just make sure she gets in and lays face down. There should be a bucket somewhere in her bathroom - water and some aspirin on her night table.” Frankie was talking as you closed your eyes. When you opened them you were parked in front of your place.

“Hey honey, come on let's get you inside. I’m just going to look for your keys, okay?” Pope was taking your purse out of your lap. You nodded vaguely.

He helped you in and guided you to your bed. You could feel him taking off your shoes and throwing the blanket over you.

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Someone is driving an ice-pick into my skull.

The light was intense and you swore out loud when you cracked an eye open. You stretched and felt a piece of paper beside you on the bed.

“I locked your door - keys are in your mailbox. Drink the water - take the ibuprofen. Let Catfish know you’re okay when you wake up- he was worried. - Pope”

You groaned.

[Francis]: Spills, are you okay?

[Francis]: Can you answer me please?

[Francis]: Don’t tell me you’re still asleep? What, are you a teenager? Getting drunk and sleeping until 4pm????

[Francis]: Sorry Spills, just worried - can you please let me know you’re okay before I show up?

You could see the three little dots signalling that he was in the middle of typing another message and you quickly called him to stop him.

“Jesus, it’s about fucking time.” He sounded worried and relieved and it pulled on your heart strings in a way you both loved and hated.

“Stop yelling Francisco, I am begging you.” You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light as you lay there, in yesterday's clothes. You didn’t even want to know what you looked like right now.

“Feeling all that tequila aren’t you? I haven’t seen you that drunk for a long time.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice.

“Yes yes I know - so fucking embarrasing. Did I do.. Or say anything..?” You were trying to ask him without asking him.

“You almost threw up, but if you’re asking me if you started table-dancing you’re good.” He laughed and you sighed with palpable relief. All you needed was for him to tell you that you’d confessed your love or told Claudia to fuck off.

“Thank god. That would have been all I needed. Can you tell Pope I said thanks? Okay, I'm going to go shower for a million years now.” You wanted to hang up, your head was pounding and you needed a few hours of silence and about a gallon of water.

“Okay - see you in a few hours.” You didn’t want to deal with both of them together, not with how you felt right now.

“No Francis I don’t want to entertain, I already embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”

“It’s just me coming and I’ve seen you much worse. I haven’t been home in a long time so, take a shower and do what you have to do and I'll be there at seven.” He hung up and you could have thrown your phone across the room.

Fuck.

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The knock at the door at exactly seven didn’t surprise you.

What did surprise you was how nervous you were that he would be coming over.

You were literally attached at the hip at one point, he’s seen you at your worst.

“You’re looking much better than you did last night, Spills.” He laughed as he walked past you and into your home.

“Oh god.” You groaned as he laughed, why had you been nervous? You watched him as he set down the bags of what looked to be way too much food on your kitchen counter. Grabbing napkins and forks - completely at ease within your space. “What did you bring?” moved to peak into the bags.

“Chinese - “ He looked to see your eyes wide and the big toothy smile you were giving him and laughed. “Did you think I’d forget you always get Chinese when you’re hungover?” He laughed as he took out what looked to be all your favourites.

“You’re a lifesaver Francis, truly.” You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you served yourself.

“I know, I’m practically a saint.” He walked over to your couch and plopped down, an egg-roll in his mouth as he turned on your TV and looked for something to watch. This was it - this was how it was supposed to be.

This was easy.

He had come over in comfy clothes and seeing him on your couch in sweats and a soft flannel was almost too much. His hair had gotten longer than he had worn it before he went away and it looked so soft; practically begged for your fingers.

“Are you still a baby about horror movies?” He asked without looking at you, you saw that he had put on some cheesy zombie movie. A big smile on his face.

“No, I’m okay, as long as you check every single corner of this place before you leave.”

“God I love horror movies, Claudia hates them so we never end up watching.” He sighed. Her name cut through the air like a knife. An ice cube casually dropped into your shirt.

“That’s too bad.” You quickly shoved food into your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret but he knew you too well. He looked at you then, eyes narrowing a fraction.

“Do you like her?” He asked, point blank and your eyes widened at him.

Fuck, don’t make me answer this right now.

“Yeah, she’s great.” To your credit, you tried. You really tried to sound genuine.

“Why don’t you like her Spills?” He sighed heavily, putting his plate down onto your coffee table to face you properly.

“What are you talking about? I said she was great!” You could feel the flush creeping up your neck and licking at your face at the lie. She was great, that wasn’t a lie - you just didn’t like her.

“Seriously? You’re going to act like I can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth? Just tell me! I’m going to marry this girl. I have to know why you don’t like her.” He had a little frown on his face and you could see that he was worried, but what would he have to be worried about? Worried you’d picked up on something he’d missed maybe?

“I just don’t know her, Francis, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with her, you know I'm just weird. She seems really nice and I’m sure I’ll like her once I get to know her better.” You smiled at him sadly, you didn’t want to talk about her anymore.

He smiled back at you and picked up his plate, happy with your explanation.

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It always seemed to happen this way, ever since you’d been teenagers. He’d put on something scary and you would end up with your face buried into his chest.

“Oh god - that is disgusting!” You shut your eyes as he laughed, his chest rumbling underneath you at a particularly gruesome scene. You felt his hand rubbing your arm, and it was such a comfort that you sighed lightly. The words bubbled up without your permission.

“I missed this.” You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head.

“Me too Spills, I always missed this while I was away, missed you.” He spoke into your hair, you could feel his breath ghosting along your scalp and your heart raced, you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him. His hand stilled, and you felt his heart beating under your ear. You wanted to do it, your whole body seemed to tense with want and you turned slightly to look at him through your lashes. He was already staring at you, his mouth was so close.

His phone rang, snapping him out of his trance and you moved away from him reluctantly.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He smiled apologetically. “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be okay. I’m on my way.” He hung up and gave you a look that said I’m sorry. “Gotta go, wedding emergency.” He sighed heavily as he got up, taking both your plates to the kitchen with him.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to grab him and sit him back down on the couch and straddle him. Grab the soft material of the flannel while you kissed him but you didn’t. Instead you smiled and thanked him for coming and for the food.

He made his way through the apartment before he left, opening every door.

“Just checking every corner, so you can sleep.” He smiled.

I love you too.

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[iamdarkness]

Taboo

Alfonse x Summoner.NSFW 18+

This one goes to the people who wanted an Alfonse Summer atl. At least we got Freyr.

 Taboo: from Tongan tabu ‘set apart, forbidden’

 Summoner POV

As a person who comes from the “World of Steel” I am be very used to most levels of nakedness in people. I mean, when you do P. E. at school or when you go to the gym or running at the park, or the beach, and watch TV; we are all bombarded by all kinds of nakedness. We are used to looking at other people’s bodies as something normal.

   When I got to Askr I met heroes of all kinds and many of them are just like me in that they find levels of nakedness normal. Take Hawkeye for for example. He is quite a gentleman and in his culture it is quite normal to be half naked.

 Leading the heroes I got used to them and their bodies enough that I view most of them with a more clinical eye, like a doctor would. When they are wounded and I help treat them, I see their bodies just as a doctor would. The same goes when I see them in the beach or the spring. This make them much more comfortable around me. So much so that some of the heroes have tried to play tricks on me and see me crack.

  Like the time the most unlikely pair, consisting of Niles and Henry played a trick on older Ike. They took his clothes when he was in one of the baths, locked his room and hid his clothes in my office (which is attached to Alfonse’s). They told him not to worry “ The Summoner is asleep.” I was definitely not asleep and saw the guy in all of his muscular glory. Did I get flustered? Not really. I mean at first it was like “WTF”, but I was not ogling the guy! He was all freaked out, and I got worried. Besides, I have seen him almost naked before. What is a little more skin? Well it wasn’t little to be fair…it was actually quite a lot…

  I was quietly reading a report on my writing desk, all hunched over, when he came silently in and stood right in front of me. I waited for him to talk. I thought it was Alfonse at first, coming to get my report, so I did not even say anything. I am used to him just coming in and sit to wait for me to finish my work quietly. Then Ike stands just in front of the desk and I look up to see a mop of dark blue hair over his “Ragnell”. I look all the way up to see Ike looking over at the bookcase behind me. He was not yet aware I was awake.

   -Ike? What are you looking for?- I ask calmly looking back to the bookcase behind me to see what he was looking for. I hear a yelp and something heavy falling down. I look around and find him on the floor covering himself with his hands. His eyes were wide opened and he could not talk for a second. He just kept opening and closing his mouth and said “ I can explain.”in a strangled voice. Alfonse chooses that exact moment to come inside and finds me standing up to give Ike my coat so he can cover himself up. What does he see? I am undressing my self in front of Ike and Ike is naked on the floor.

 ...NICE…

   Yes we were able to clear that up. Alfonse even laughed about it and still does sometimes, but that was only the beginning.

   Some time later Dieck comes inside the study Alfonse and I use in the library. Now we all know Dieck always uses the bare minimum on clothes, but this time he is wearing only his pants and boots. As soon as he comes in, he starts taking his pants off (And of course he is not wearing underwear) and looks at Alfonse and say.

   -Oh Your Majesty is here too? Oh don’t worry; I don’t mind.- He now is butt naked and kicking his boots off. I turn to Alfonse with a ‘WTF’ face and I see him tomato red and very angry. He looks at me and…Why…is he angry at me too? What did I do?

   -Dieck… what the hell is going on?- I ask calmly because I feel Alfonse is going to blow a gasket and any loud noise will set it off.

   -I am here for the check up.- He says simply and his smile falters a little, looking sideways at Alfonse. I focus on his face like it is a normal conversation. Doctors and nurses can do this and so can I.

   -What check up?

   -The one you ordered to check our birthmarks and scars, just in case we are killed and there is no other way to identify our bodies.- I turn to Alfonse and I give him a questioning look, but he appears to not have heard anything except the “the one you ordered”. He is looking at us both angrily back and forth.

   -Umm…Well now that you mentioned it… It sounds like a good idea, but I have never given that order. Whoever told you that? -Still focused on the face.

   -One of the soldiers…so it is not true?- He asks now red in the face, which is very weird because this man has no sense of shame when it comes to showing off. Then he goes to cover himself with his hands, but too late Dieck, I already saw it all.

   -Well no, but it is a good idea, right Alfonse?- I say thoughtfully. He seemed to have regained his senses and is now still red, but his face is lowered and he just nods.

   -Oh…I should go then and find that (he whispers some curses under his breath)…I… -He takes his pants and puts them on. I start making a note about the idea to tell Anna.- I am sorry ______.

   - Don’t worry Dieck. No harm done. This has happened before and just so you know I liked the idea, but if we do make it happen, it would be a member of the healing team doing the check up.- He looks skeptically at Alfonse who is pinching the bridge of his nose and has his eyes closed. You know, that face he does when he is about to lose his patience? Well that one.

   -Oh! Thanks for letting me know.

   -I want to know if you can identify the soldier that told you this. Please see me tomorrow after breakfast,at the training ground.- Alfonse tells Dieck and there is a determined look on his face. Dieck looks back at him and with just the same look, agrees to it.

   At the end we did use that idea, but meanwhile I had four other heroes coming in to undress in my presence. One of them being Lady Camilla who agreed to dismember whoever was the culprit of the trick. The other was Libra who looked about to faint when he was informed he had been tricked by someone. King Claude, who laughed about it and congratulated whoever had bested him in his kind of game; and finally Sonia, who paraded around the room, even after I told her it was not necessary for her to undress. The culprit ended up being Xane ,and Marth was not lenient with him. Neither was I. I mean whoever plays a trick like that on Libra?! Yes! He is a guy!

 This keeps happening periodically, specially with new heroes. It is like some kind of hazing ritual.

   At this point I have seen at least one version of all the heroes naked for one reason or another and like I said before, they seemed to be very comfortable around me and my professionalism.

  Yet I, being myself can’t get used to showing much of my own body due to my insecurities. I mean I may exercise and maybe train but I keep myself still kind of covered up almost all the time. It is a uniform after all. I even have to wear that tiara they gave me. I look like royalty XD

  Askr itself has it’s own norms and they are far more conservative when it came to dress codes and overall behavior. I mean Alfonse sometimes sounds like I imagine my great grandpa sounded back in the day. And this is when I realized something. I have never seen Alfonse in any kind of undress and…It kind of bother me. Why? Because he was the only one person I was attracted to in all of Askr. I loved that man’s mind, heart, personality and skill…in everything he did.

 I knew I was in love with Alfonse at this point, but it had taken another Alfonse showing a little chest to understand that I was the the most sexually frustrated of all my life and that looking at his chest was doing things no one else had done in their entire nakedness. Hell not even porn or hentai had given me the high I got from imaging my Alfonse in that outfit. I mean…not that I used to watch porn or hentai. I know what they are, but the time I did watch, it was all meh. I even thought it was funny. I mean, who isn’t curious about that ? I suppose we have all gone at least once and taken a look at it? Right?…right?

   I remember plain as day I stood there stunned into silence, and probably mouth agape the whole time. I must have looked like an idiot or a pervert! My Alfonse was red as a tomato and trying so hard to avoid my gaze. At the end of the day, the only thing I got out of him was a little laugh and a small  “I am so glad, we do not share that costume here in Askr.”

 …..FUCK!

   I find my self starting at his UN-globed hands when he is drinking tea or eating. I try not to, but the white smooth surface of the back of his hands contrast with the rough calloused fingers, so used to gripping sword and shield. They can also play the sweetest of sounds on a violin and I find that so sexy. Those same long white fingers so tempting and beautiful in their strength and skillfulness. Sometimes I stop my self from wondering how they would feel and...<<What them fingers do Alfonse?!! No ! Stop!>>

  It is true I touch him often. Touch is my love language and even though I always make sure to give people that do mind, their personal space, I do know that Alfonse does not mind. Alfonse may not be a huger, but it does not mean he does not enjoy being touched by people he holds close to him or for them to be near him. Also yes, I have helped him with his wounds but, most of the time I am to damn worried to actually take time to enjoy the touch of his skin and to be hones I find that quite a violation of trust, so I do not indulge in it.

   Sometimes he has caught me starting at the brim of his scarf and under-armor for a glimpse of his neck and I feel so embarrassed by it, but the thought of kissing him there is so tempting to me and I long so much to see past that barrier. He always covers himself again when he sees it is revealing more that that fraction of his neck… And Lord above! Is he smiling?

   The curse of all of this is, that yes we have Summer here in Askr, but it is not as hot and you have to travel to the beach to be seriously hot. He has never gone to the beach with us, since I arrived here.  I am not counting the times we do go, because Anna comes up with some scheme to raise money for the order, because we all wear the uniform then. Whenever he goes to the hot spring; he does it by himself, when Sharena and I are doing something else. Even while going to the river he wears long sleeves, because …bugs. I have asked Sharena and she just answered that she had not noticed and why I was interested….Oh you know…scientific purposes Sharena…

  At first I feel so sad and rejected. Fine…I get it. You are not interested in me and do not welcome my intrusive looks…but…he gives me so many mixed signals! Why is he so close at meetings and I can feel his fingers touching mine. He has taken my hands in his many times. When another hero flirts with me he always appears out of nowhere with knitted brows and a disapproving stare. Prince Hrid came to say ‘Hi’ once and to talk to me, and next thing I know Alfonse drops everything to be next to me as well. Hrid even asked me if we were engaged ! I wish Hrid!

 Well I suppose that is what friends do right? Maybe he does not want me falling in love with a hero and leaving Askr while they need me here. But I talked to him already. I am not returning “home” and I am not leaving…because…How can I leave and not see him again? Not that I wanted to return “home” to begin with, and it seemed impossible to fall in love with someone else other than him.

   I have seen heroes flirting with him as well, and he seems unimpressed by any of them. I have heard other heroes telling the rejected ones, “He has eyes only for the Summoner.” …But what had they seen that I don’t? So I go and ask Sharena and she just laughs it up and says to give him time. He is shy and self conscious.

 …So he does like me, but is very shy and very busy and very self conscious and insecure? OK…I can work with that. Like a great elf king said once; “I am patient; I can wait.” But not that much cause I’m not an elf.

   Then Lif came and I thought “Hell! Even his grandpa show more skin than him!”

 Lif came like a shadow from the grave that will take your last breath. To be honest, he looked more like Death than Hel herself. Except… He was HOT. I felt bad for even thinking that, when the Goddess of Death was trying to end us all, and most specially Alfonse. And you see, that is when I got angry. How the heck was an ancestor of the Askr royalty helping that crazy witch, end his descendants?

   Lif attacked us and tried to, I suppose…kidnap me? He made a bee line to where I was standing and fell all the soldiers on his way. It was weird! I was about to bolt, because the training I had, would not stop the guy who just felled like twenty guys on his way, but something, not fear, took hold of me and I just…those eyes… It was like ten seconds in which I looked into his eyes and saw so many emotions in them, that I could not understand and then I could not move….ten seconds and he was already there in front of me, not attacking but there!

   Alfonse came before Lif had taken me or whatever he was going to do. He ended up with a bruised knee and ankle. I went to help him with some salves and bandages when we were done with the rest of the more serious injured people. He took off his shoe and rolled up the under armor. His ankle was not swollen and his knee was bruised but it was not swollen. I put some salve any way.  

  -What happened? I saw it from afar and felt I would not get there fast enough. Where was Dimitri?- He said a little angry, since King Dimitri was one of my supports alongside him and he was tasked today with being my guardian. I was still massaging his ankle not even thinking about it.

  -They were circling us from the back and Dimitri had to fall back to take care of it…Umm…I don’t know what happened. It was weird. He looked at me and he just…

   -I saw it too.- Said Sharena who came to stand behind Alfonse.- It was like he hit you with a spell.

   -It didn’t feel, like a magic attack. I was more like… I don’t know…- I felt weird about it, so I just made some stupid joke to lighten the mood- Why didn’t y’all tell me your grandpa was so hot? Heh , heh, heh heh! What? It’s not my fault! He kind of looks like you Alfonse.- Hey I was nervous and I do this when I get nervous!

   At first They gave me their “ Seriously?” stare, but Sharena catches on quick and starts laughing out loud. Alfonse? Well he scowls and close his eyes and then takes his foot away from my hands. What?? wait I didn’t get the chance to enjoy that! Damn! Next thing I know, he is taking his sock and starts putting in on. I see his smooth white skin peppered with… is that golden hair? Does it have a blue in it? and my throat closes dry. I follow his movements, as hypnotizing as a dance, rolling up that white sock that is taking away my hopes and dreams. Then the under armor goes down and boot on. It took him like ten seconds, that I totally did not count. Then his hands were covered as well.

 I look up at him with my hands still hovering in the same place as when he took away his leg and see him smiling sideways. I compose myself and…Wait…What? Is he doing this on purpose? Seriously? And the worst part is, that it should not bother me at all, but the truth is…I am very bothered by it. He has become a some sort of taboo to me and GOD how I love the guy! If it was someone else like Robin who never looses that coat of his and globes; I would not care! But I love him Lord. Why is he like this? I used to thank God I was not one of those feet fetishes people, and now I will be dreaming of his feet.  Thanks Alfonse!

 Joking. I respect feet fetish people. To each their own.

 The point is that I feel like those people in Victorian novels, where they get all hot and bothered by someone’s ankle showing more than normal! Oh but what an ankle that was tho’. Stop. Focus!

   I resolve to see him as clinically as any other hero and not stare at the shape of his ears and think of how I want to whisper how much I love him while kissing it…Grrr…I’m doing it again.

   Days later we see Lif again and Alfonse is cursed…We have nine days. Good thing Hel has not seen The Ring or it might have been only seven. Yeah I joke now, but back then I was about to commit murder and then kill myself…or something just as dramatic.

 We searched for days, a way to undo the curse and we found nothing. You’d think I would have taken a page from Dean Winchester's book and played the “last days on Earth” trope to get into his pants; but to be honest nothing like that even crossed my mind at the time! I was so desperate to keep him alive that nothing else matter to me. He could have paraded naked in front of me at the time I was at the library and I would not have noticed…Well, maybe I would have, but it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count

   Until the sixth night of the curse.

   There was a knock at the door to my chamber. Oh! Did I mentioned we have a shared study? Because we do. It is between our chambers and it can only be entered from our rooms. It was his idea and it was for safety reasons. The nights I have spent sitting by the chimney staring at his door…but never mind that. He knocked at my chamber door and when I opened it, he was about to leave. He was wearing sleeping pants, a long sleeve night shirt and socks, all in white.

   We had fallen asleep next to each other at the library before of course, especially during the days he was cursed. And yes we used to huddle together during our march through Nifl. It was effing cold OK. We also usually had our sleeping rolls next to each other during campaigns, because we fall asleep while talking or after a watch,but we had never slept together on a bed. Beds are…intimate to him I suppose.

This night however, he came in and he just goes on and sit on my bed. He said nothing. I sat next to him and reached over to give him a hug. He took this as his cue and hugged back and didn’t let go. He clung to me with such force I was starting to feel dizzy. I asked him to stay the night. He nodded and still said nothing. I blew out the candle I was using to read and we went to sleep while he hugged me tightly. It was no surprise to me, but it was not so much fear that I could see in him. It was so many emotions, that fear seemed to be the least of his problems; but of course he was afraid. We spend together the following nights of his curse. Funny thing is …all those nights I dreamed of his Grandpa, watching over from my balcony window.

  And did I had a glimpsed of something while sleeping together? No. He came in and blew the candle out and by the time I woke up he was already awake. Not like I would have gone and taken advantage of his sleeping form to explore or something. I just thought later that if I had woken up before him, then may be I would have seen his shirt riding up or his pants lowered a little or maybe his sock had fallen off or something. Oh well…They were still the best nights of my life, even if they didn’t feel like that at the time. I mean, I got to be held like I was the most precious and sacred treasure in the world by my beloved. I would care for nothing else.

 Then…Grandpa is actually Alfonse from the future…

 Lif, as he goes by now, told us everything that had happened in his Askr. Which is weird because I had been dreaming of something like that and I thought it was stress.

 We spent some days in that dead world and I got to see Lif a few times. He looked curious about me, but at the same time I noticed he was avoiding me. The way he looked at Sharena really broke my heart every time I caught him starting at her. In turn Sharena looked ready to adopt him, if only he would let her do it.

One of those night I was having a nightmare about me dying while I saw Anna drop dead as if by magic. I woke up to find Lif watching me from afar. I got up and went to talk to him before he ran away.

 We talk for a while. I do not want to intrude on painful memories, but he seems to know me so well it feels natural to talk to him, just like it is to Alfonse.

 -You two…you are not lovers yet?- He asks eyeing me sideways.

 -No. Where you…?

 -Yes. After the first attack. We spent some weeks fighting Hel together. Is he still playing hard to get then?-Oh and there it was.

 -Oh! So it is not my imagination! God I thought I was going insane! Oh that Bunny suit messed me up! I love that chest!…wait. Is that why you have your chest out? - He nods.- And the glow…I noticed Thrasir does not have that glow and I love glow in the dark…ermm… It is an awesome design I have to say. I like it. It is sexy.- I felt bad for the lack of tact but at the same time he needed to know I did not find him ugly or scary any more.

 -You were always odd like that Summoner.- He says that in his deep voice, and it conveys a lot of feelings.

 Did he let me touch his chest? No…and I didn’t really ask to be honest. My respects to Lif. He gave up everything for us. I owe him a lot.

 Well, now I knew for sure and I could confront him or let him keep doing it, or maybe just seduce him. It was strange. I always thought it only worked on men, but I guess it does work goes both ways! At least it help me to fall in love with his mind and heart first, not his body.

 Next day we were walking out of Lif’s castle when the floor gave in and Alfonse and I fell through it. Luckily it was not even high, but I am not as tall as Alfonse and with my luck, part of my coat and shirt got caught on a sharp part of a broken stone pillar, and I was left hanging about one feet off the ground by one shoulder. I tried wiggling off the coat but I could not do it.

 -Are you hurt _____?- Alfonse asks worriedly getting up from where he landed on the floor.

 -No! I think I just got scratched! But I can’t unhook my self.

 - Only you _____.- Says Alfonse smiling and getting dust out of his uniform.

 -Thanks Alfonse…Can you help me down?

 He looks around and up for a while and then stares at me for a few minutes. Probably thinking how to approach the problem, but seriously I think he could just reach up and unhook me. He is tall enough for that.

  He comes close to me and circle my waist with his left arm and places his left leg between my legs to find leverage on the pillar behind me. He reaches over my head with his right arm to unhook my coat. Being this close to him is so exiting. My heart begins to race and I start feeling kind of hot. I try not to think about it and avoid my gaze from his face, but I can’t help looking at him.

 There was not much light coming down from the hole above us, but I could see the side of his face and ear…yeah the same ear I wanted to…OK! Not now! He took this time to move his leg up to hold my weight up, and I was left straddling it. He kind of wiggled it to adjust and…Oh boy! It felt good, good.

<< Oh no! Don’t move it anymore…>> I was praying for him not to move that leg, because God in heaven, I was going to come right there and then.

 …And he moved it again but higher and harder…

 -Mmmn- Oh GOD! I did not just moan into his ear. I mean, I am not horny all the time, come on! It is just that, he is so close I can smell him. He smells so deliciously manly, and his leg is touching just the right places!!

 Meanwhile he is frozen in place. It seems like he is thinking about what to do or maybe just not thinking at all. I personally think he will be leaving me hanging there to be hones. I am so embarrassed, I lower my face to hide it, but we are so close, I end up hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

 He gasps and I can feel his arm tightening on my waist and I get even closer to him. I feel him moving his head a little as if to see my face and then…he moves the leg again as if testing it. This time slowly. I tried and fail to stifle another moan but it still comes out. He moves his hips upwards and keeps moving the leg. It creates just the right amount of friction needed. I feel my hips move on their own to meet him.

 -Alfonse…- My legs tighten around his and when I come close to his manhood I can feel his arousal as well.

 -_________- He whispers my name softly as my leg touches him. All this while he is still moving that blessed leg back and ford. I am panting at this point and he feels like he is in the same situation. All of this brought me to my knees. I came hard. I sat there shuddering in his arms and biting my hand because the stone caused every little noise to sound louder. I felt him kissing my hair.

 We heard some loud footsteps up above us and then…

 -Hey! You need help down there!- I hear Barst’s voice over my head. He does not sound or look like he heard anything.

 -We are fine…I just need …to get her down.- Alfonse’s voice sound a little strained but Barst takes it to mean he es working on helping me down. Just like that, he unhooks my coat and lowers me down gently, still not letting go.

 -I’m getting a ladder!- He’s gone and we can hear his footsteps getting farther away.

 Alfonse steps forward still with me in his arms ,until my back is against the pillar and then looks at me and kisses me hard.

  I am dizzy by the time he lets go. - He is coming back.- He says against my neck and bites into it. I am sure they could hear that whimper that left my mouth. And can you blame me? He just bit into my neck and at the same time moved his hips in a way that I could feel his manhood rub against me. Both his hands were lowered to my hips and he used them to have me closer to him. All this while, he gave this utterly sexy guttural sound that almost sounded like a growl… He lets go, takes a step back and turns around, a moment later a ladder is lowered.

 -You go. I will explore down here a moment.- He says in a firm voice not looking at me.

  I go up the ladder still a little shaky and flushed. I tel Barst to let him explore to see what he can find, but to leave the ladder for him to get up. Darn I wanted to go “exploring” with him. Just imagining what he is doing down there is doing things to me. Good thing everyone thought I was scared of what had happened. I only had a scratch to show.

 He came back much later.

 …Well that was a lot of “exploring”.

 He comes to the camp outside the castle and we are ready to leave just after lunch. At first he seems reluctant to be near me. I am freaking out because well, overthinking and anxiety mixed with insecurities is a bad mix. Finally after half a day of travel, we make camp and post the watch. He comes and sit by my side when I am eating. We don’t talk about it until we are left alone to go to rest.

 -I…I apologize Alfonse. It wasn’t my intention. I…it just happened.- I tell him when he doesn’t speak.

 - It wasn’t my intention either…you don’t have to apologize. I have been wanting to tell you. I…have feelings for you. I just did not want to say it in a situation like that and not at a time like this. I wanted it to be special. I am in love with you _____.

 -I love you too Alfonse. I have for a long time… I’m sorry I ruined it…but I could not help but enjoy having you so near.- He is scarlet red, but smiling.- Which by the way, is your fault.- He looks puzzled.- Sir you are playing dirty.

 -How so? - He asks.

 -You are playing hard to get with my heart.

 -Oh that game you started playing with mine?-He asks arching an eyebrow.

 -What? Me? When? You don’t even let me see your hands for God’s sake. I never saw you flirting with me.

 -I…hold your hands.- He says blushing. Well that was so Alfonse of him.-…erm…You used to never take off that coat or those pants. You were all mysterious and unreachable- Mysterious? Well, firs time someone said that about me.

 -You wanted me to take off my pants?- He turns red again -I was…insecure. I mean look at those gorgeous women out there and I get all jealous and insecure. I felt safe with my coat on. What was your excuse?

 -The same…I am jealous and insecure…Well, I was at first, but then I noticed something about you. - I give him a questioning look.- You could look at any hero in the nude and not get flustered by it. When I asked you why; you told me they where just natural human bodies to you. You sounded like they were nothing special; like you had analyzed bodies so much you did not find them beautiful or sacred any more. You said you studied them at school and everyone paraded half naked in musical shows and the like. Later you told me you did find them beautiful in an artistic or scientific kind of way but it did not make it better to me.

 How to make someone like you fall in love….with me? I listened to you and how you praised my intellect and skills, and I knew you were attracted to those qualities, but there are other men with intellect and skills at home too. I needed to find a way to be special to you.

  It was only when we met that other Alfonse dressed in a bunny costume that I understood. The way you looked at him made me so envious and jealous. What was so special about him? I saw you ogle his body like he was the most sinful of apparitions, and he looked just like me! I was frustrated. That same evening I saw you looking differently at me, and I could not help but feel elated about it.

 I spied you looking intently at my naked hands and when I put on my globes, that look of disappointment did not escape my eyes. It occurred to me that you had never seen me in any state of undress and it must have been strange to you. I understood how you felt now. I have been watching heroes for years. Beautiful women I have been watching on a daily basis and none of them feel spacial, even if they have beautiful bodies,or incredible skills. Yet the day I saw you wearing regular clothes I …well I…- He blushed, lowered his face and left the sentence hanging.

 I flirted with the idea of letting you see more of me, but then I would just become like any other hero, and I wanted more than that. I want so much more.- Now he looked at me, and there was so much love and affection in his eyes, I could have melted in the spot.

 I have to confess I enjoyed seeing you flustered when you could see a little of me. That made me feel special, but I did not want to be just a mystery to you either. I wanted your heart and soul,your love not only your lust. I needed to to know you loved me.

  I had a talk last night with Lif. He told me they were lovers …His summoner and him. He told me I was being a fool just wasting time. He said that if you were anything like his ______, then you loved me, jut like his summoner did him. _______, I want what they had…I want everything, but I am afraid. Between this situation and the war with Embla…You understand me, don’t you?

 - I understand you. I suppose the time is not right. I don’t want to look back on the day we finally are together and remember all these tragedies. You know Alfonse. You were right about me and my take on “nakedness”. I guess we are on the same page now about desire too. To us, Desire comes from love. That is what makes you and your body especial to me. I fell in love with your sharp mind and your heart first, but also thanks to your “efforts” I can understand and appreciate how special a lover’s body is. You made me understand, that what I feel for you is true love, not just infatuation or lust. Thank you. We can wait if that is your wish…if not…I will not say ‘no’ to that to be honest. I leave it to your discretion…But Alfonse, next time you go “exploring” , I want you to know, I can always lend you a hand. ;)

                                     ~*~

  I write this on the day of Devotion. Alfonse and I had another talk and at the end, we decided to wait. Alfonse’s position is a little difficult, and now even more so after his father’s death. His personality makes me forget he is royalty, but the weight of his crown is a lot. He has more responsibilities and images to uphold. I want to think we have time to enjoy each other’s company, hearts and mind before we rush things any way.

 Well, I have to go, my family (Yes they are my family now) is waiting for me. Sharena informed me there is a huge surprise for me. Well, Anna did owed me some favors and she designed the costumes for the Royal family.I can’t wait see Alfonse! I hear he is wearing sandals XD Wink, wink!

 PS: Wait! I just realized something! Lif was actually spying on us!?

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