#(I grew up with a really complicated relationship to clothing for some complicated reasons)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[sillysymbol]

who's your favorite criminal clownery character to draw? favorite to write/think about? favorite dynamic? and can i get a fun fact or something you havent shared yet about them :]

YES YESSS SICKOS HAHA YESSS

my favs to draw are pirplexa and shirley for some reason. pirplexa because she's like a weird son to me (i'm very attached to her! shes like my favorite oc ever! i went off when i designed her!) + shirley because ever since i changed her hair style shes been a lot easier+more fun to draw. i think also carni i love drawing her w different hair styles and clothing.

my favorites to write for are pirplexa/carni/prince. that makes sense cuz theyre like. the Main protagonists+villain, but its really fun to explore their different personalities/backstories. Dude writing backstories especially for pirplexa and prince is so fun for me. also recently writing xio has been really fun n interesting to me. in general i think its fun to explore Why A Character is like That, why do they behave like that!

i got a lot of dynamics i like exploring but my favs are carni/pirplexa, carni/trill, prince/shirley, prince/xio and babs/miles. for carni dynamics its fun because she's one of the more happy/chipper characters, contrasted with pirplexa being more cold/untrusting and trill being more calm and collected. i plan for carni and trill to really dislike eachother at first, but eventually start to understand and fall for eachother <3 while with carni and pirplexa its more about pirplexa learning to trust and make friends again.

prince and shirley are siblings with extremely different world views and thought processes, they really dislike eachother. they grew up in the same enviroment yet reacted to it completely differently.

prince and xio is fun to me, ive been trying to give xio more of involved in the story+cast&crew while prince just thinks of her as his cute secretary. he sucks real bad! she doesnt like him she barely tolerates the others but he pays her to kill people so shes like whatever i can deal with this. and then she finds out he wants a consensual workplace relationship and shes like YAY HOW CAN I MANIPULATE THIS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

babs/miles are dating at the beginning of cc, but their relationship gets a bit complicated due to babs being a little crazy about him and miles struggling with his sense of masculinity, its really not a relationship thats meant to last for long, its a bit tragic. (also why they are in love by david byrne is in both of their playlists LOL)

a few fun facts:

i dont think ive shared here is that prince and shirleys parents were movie stars! they met on the set of a film and had multiple movies with eachother. prince and shirley both had an odd childhood under a lot of surveillance from the public, plus their parents weren't very great parents. they both react to their trauma very differently, prince being "grateful" for it, giving him media training and feeling like his parents crafted him (even when he knows his parents didn't have much faith in him and bet a lot on shirley), while shirley absolutely despises the rest of her family. of course she'll go to the annual family dinner with prince, but that doesnt mean that she won't loathe every second of it.

pirplexa is a dog person! he loves dogs! he doesn't own one because he doesnt think hes in the right headspace to have one yet, but he will pet every random dog on the street. i like to think a few years after the events of cc when he's mentally better, he does adopt a dog.

miles and shirley don't get along very well, shirleys kinda like a bully older sister, she puts him in headlocks and stuff.

if you get the color symbolism (heh) in cc i will give you a badge. idk

shirley likes to write, babs likes to sing, miles likes to draw and design.

trill originally got a degree in botany, but realized she wanted to pursue comedy/acting instead. she can still correctly identify plants!!! yay!!!

[eggman91]

So feel free to delete this but I got this idea from this comic called “Miss Kitty and her Bodyguards” where a young child humanoid cat is the hero’s to a mafia group and is raised by the bodyguards who are protecting her. It’s a pretty good read so I suggest you give it a chance but anyway back to my request.

I was think of Atlas having a daughter before he died (you can choose if she was born before Atlas met Mitzi or if the daughter is their biological child) and she’s raised by the Lackadaisy crew.

Thank you for your time.

Nah fam it fine and anon I like this idea

I’m going with the idea atlas had this child before he met Mitzi she would be like around Ivy age so I’m gonna just write their relationships because yeah also apologies this might be lazy

-atlas (your dad die lol)

you and your dad well, complicated you know he love you in his own way but he was a mix of distance and stoic probably because of all the booze empire, but he did pay for all your school and toys and stuff but still his death was hard but he did try to teach you some skills of his

(I feel like atlas, wouldn’t care about gender as long as you knew how to shoot a gun and run a business so he would’v try to teach both genders)

-Mitzi (your mom got it going on)

she just mom well you haven’t called her mom in a long time. Just Mitzi but when you first met she spoiled you alittle you never met your actual mom and well she became your strongest mother figure (one reason she liked you is she didn’t have to have a pregnancy to ruin her figure and especially if you’re like a girl )

but yeah but after atlas death you was one of her rock (well once she didn’t really use a lot but still) you learn lot of charisma from her even learning to play the ukulele

-Ivy (your “little” sister)

your sister from another mother and Father both of you grew up in the speakeasy. It was a little over there, so she was like your little sister, but little by little bit but you guys are thick is thieves and still are (if it male some people say you should dated, but that would’ve been weird) you’re a little overprotective of her but she a clever girl…

(if girl she would probably get you in to the more fashion sense buying clothes, for the both of you making me wear these flapper outfits and if boy the same but she get this pinstripe suits)

-viktor (uncle with big divorce, energy)

I’m just gonna do it again it’s the same with the IV but like there’s two IVs now you see the both of you like his metaphor children but to you he like your tall gruff slav uncle Ivy have a definite has a better relationship with him I guess but you understand him a bit

(like Ivy you learn some mechanical stuff from him )

-Mordecai ( estranged brother with big divorce energy)

well he like your older brother kind of he was more busy with Atlas (honestly made you a little jealous) but it was a OK acquaintance, but you did share a nice appreciation of crossword puzzles, to be honest you weren’t really close to him but he seems like he was an OK guy a serious weird OK guy your dad liked

but then he left after your dad death you don’t really have much feelings on him. Yeah, you were bit sad that he left but he kneecapped Viktor that oathbreaker

(he probably try to pass some more refined, intelligent words to you. Most of them went over your head, but some stuck)

-zib (your mess of a uncle and …..your mom ex)

oh boy this mess of a cat at he didn’t talk to you and try to ignore you didn’t know why but after you and Ivy shenanigans he open up a little more and more now he’s just zib you did play ukulele for the band from time to time when you was older he was just zib

then boom you found out he was your mom ex and your dad cucked him hard which was fucked up (he did teach you how to bum a cigarette )

-rocky and freckle

They’re both relatively new Rocky been here for a year and freckle only for a short while (also dating Ivy ) to be honest, you don’t mind honest….. anyway you rocky freckle and Ivy are the club main rumrunner now you know rocky better then freckle and freckles, a bit weird at least rocky is honest weird but freckle he has something in him those eyes when he get a gun

you sometime play with Rocky he with the violin you with the ukulele

(Sidenote rocky x Atlas daughter you alway thought rocky was cute in his own manic way he was one of your rock when Atlas died you cry on his shoulder and well you wouldn’t mind to date him )

[bichristian]

Why do you believe in god/ christianity?

I'm gonna level with you, it's midnight, so I make no promises on how articulate I can be. The last two paragraphs are really the answers to your question, but I feel this needed some explanation since I haven't made much effort trying to explain what's been going on the past six years.

I've gone through a lot of changes since starting this blog. When I started I was a very devout Christian that was very steadfast in her beliefs who was very sure she was a lesbian. I made this blog to cope with being a queer Christian with a very traditional Christian upbringing. I believed in most of the traditional doctrine: no sex before marriage, hell was real, the Bible is true.

Then I went through a lot of shit. Dropping out of grad school, burnout, health crises, deaths in the family. All of this happened in about the span of two years, where my life burned to the ground. I then spent the next four years rebuilding. I still deal with some sort of health thing every year.

I also started getting exposed to deconstruction and learning a lot more about the history of Christianity, like how we got from 1st century CE to now, universalist theory (is there a hell), that sort of thing.

Some people might say this strengthened their faith. I'm sure my sister would have. But in all of it, I felt very ignored by god. I stopped attending church. I became very angry at god. I never stopped believing that there was a god, but I would describe it to friends as god and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment.

One might say that not attending church and having that sort of relationship with god would probably get your christian membership revoked, but A. I was very private dealing with it and B. after 24 years it's very hard to extricate my existence from Christianity. My entire family is Christian (yes, everyone). I spent literal years of my life (once you count all the hours) spent in church. I am a tangled ball of yarn and

It's a very long story (four years worth), but to make it short I now attend church specifically for the community (I deal with a lot of social anxiety and self isolation, to the point that my atheist friend thinks it's a good idea for me to go). You can do good in a church if their goals align with yours and I go to a liberal one that believes in social justice and caring for the community. In regards to belief, a lot of it I haven't parsed yet and don't know if I will. I don't believe in hell anymore and am basically a universalist Christian. I think there are tenets that are worth following: act justly, love mercy, walk humbly. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, welcome strangers. Love your neighbor. So I call myself a Christian. Partially to avoid making waves in my family (it's complicated, I love them but I also like avoiding making time around them more stressful than it has to be), partially because I don't know if I'll ever be able to see myself as not a Christian. It's like a birthmark.

This may or may not have answered your question about the Christianity bit, though maybe less so on the God part. As for that, I'm sure in many ways it's influenced by the fact that I grew up believing in a god. I'm rational, I can concede that. And I could talk about the years I spent studying chemistry and biology and how it's hard to imagine that everything that exists as we now know it didn't have some sort of cosmic hand to guide things into place. But really, if you held a gun to my head and asked me to really search deep into why I believe in god, it would be because trying to conceptualize that there is no god is like peering off the edge of the Grand Canyon and trying to walk off the ledge. It leaves me untethered, falling. I can't imagine a world in my head where god does not exist for me. But that's for me. Other people can't conceptualize a world where god exists and that's for them. Perhaps some might look down on my reason as not a very good reason and perhaps it's not. But it is why, even through all my anger and screaming, I have never been able to stop believing that there is a god who hears it. Whether he's doing anything about it is another discussion entirely.

[starcrossedjedis]

HI! Please tell me everything about Sun/Mira, including her fave food, does she ever get sea sick, if she has a hobby and does she see any of the crew as family and if so in what roles? (like adopted brother, son, daughter, sister, etc).

I had every intention to do this for both Mira and Sun, but the brainrot is real and Mira's part got sliiiightly out of hand and I had to stop myself at right around the time that her father dies (22 years prior to the show) which means there's probably a lot more to say, but this got LONG... 😅

so here is a whole lot on our favourite Mary Sue and her flaunting herself at Shanks and Buggy 😈💜

Gol D. Mira - "Beyond the Horizon"

A baby girl

actual pirate princess and the apple of the whole crew's eye

Her favourite food is kimchi ramen and things that you miss first on long sea journeys like fresh fruit (her favourite is mango). She also has a sweet tooth and loves chocolate and cakes. Same ballpark - light weight as she is, she can drink with the best of them, very probably because of her Devil Fruit that comes with a side of extra endurance

Mira doesn’t get sea sick, she's been born to be at sea - which makes it extra sad when she learns that she can't go in the water anymore because she ate a devil fruit

since she grows up on her father's ship, the crew is pretty much made up of all uncles - except for two special boys

Her mother was expecting when Roger found infants Shanks and Buggy at God Valley (a few years earlier than they did in canon, simply because I want them to be older for obvious Nora Roberts Tribute Act reasons). He thought it would be great to have other children around once his "little mate" arrived.

He also didn't think this constellation would grow to come with complications when it turned out his little mate was a girl, but oh well ^^

For the most part of their childhoods Mira, Shanks and Buggy grew up like siblings probably would in a living situation like that.

But there were plenty of things that always served as reminders that they were not, in fact, siblings / the same. While they would share a lot of the chores on the ship, there were certain things (🤢 like scrubbing the toilets 🤢) that were simply not asked of the captain's daughter (she would still be a trooper and at the very least keep her boys company though) and she also had her own cabin on the ship whereas Buggy and Shanks slept with the crew. Naturally everyone was extremely protective of the captain's daughter in a way that the boys didn’t know and that suffocated her to a point that had her look to break away and ultimately lead to her kidnapping.

Things between the three start to change when Mira comes back after her long abduction. When she was taken all of them had been slap in the middle of their awkward teenage years - Mira was all comically long, skinny legs and a changing body she tried to hide in baggy clothes, the boys' voices sounded absolutely hilarious, Shanks was all extremities and knobby knees and it seemed that no matter what, Buggy wouldn't stop sweating. But now they're all grown up. Mira is devastatingly beautiful - curtesy of good genes, but also of that Mythical Zoan she had forced on her in captivity - Shanks is all tall and dreamy and poor Buggy doesn’t sweat as much anymore, but is pretty damn aware that he has mostly grown into the third wheel in this new explosive mix.

They are also not as tight knit anymore after Mira's return. The boys had to spent a long time without her and it turned out that she used to be the glue of their little group, which results in the boys' relationship being a lot more strained when she comes back. And no one really knows what happened to Mira when she was gone - not even herself, except for some flashes and nightmares - so a lot of effort is made to find out more about her Devil Fruit and its powers and to help her deal with whatever changes this brings. And she doesn’t want her boys to know about what she is now or what she can / might be able to do with it, so this puts a distance between them that wasn't there before.

and then "tragedy strikes" for the whole sibling dynamic - Mira and Shanks fall in love. And adventurous, happy go lucky Shanks for once is too terrified to do anything about it. Being in love with your Captain's pride and joy is scary enough as it is, but what would this do to their little found family of three? What if it doesn’t work out? What if it does? Mira on the other hand feels increasingly alienated from herself ever since her change and her feelings for Shanks are a lifeline in this, because they tie her to the Mira she was before and so when she realises that he has no intention to shoot his shot, her pride and stubborness get the better of her and she begins to come up with increasingly more infuriating ways to try and make him break first.

Eventually ofc they do end up together and are very much, very sweet and very... appealingly 😏 in love.

After some initial "how do we break this to Buggy?" drama the dust settles and to their dismay and mild annoyance, Buggy developes a devilish joy in trying to get the two of them caught.

He might or might not have "accidentally" started a fire during night watch in the hope that people would catch Shanks sneaking out of Mira's cabin when the alarm went off xD

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas!!! It’s wedding anon. Real quick, CONGRATULATIONS! My partner and I are both young teachers, and I have to say, i’m SO happy for you. My fiancé moved schools after they treated them badly, and didn’t allow her to use Mx. instead of Ms. (which is really important to them). 

Idk if you’re still taking advice, and i’m from England so there’s definitely some differences, but I teach 11-16 yr olds and honestly?

I’ll always say the best thing to do is be on their side. If they get caught in a hallway, oh they’re on their way to me. If they’re uniform is wrong (idk if it’s non uni in the US but like, breaking uniform rules) then I already punished them and they can’t change it (jewellery wont come off/don’t have spare clothes). If they’re eating in classes, yeah i told them, i’ll talk to their teacher. 

Obviously you have to be careful with serious issues but the silly small rules really freak out the youngest years and really piss off the oldest years. As long as you have boundaries to how far you’ll help them, say for example, any kids can always come to my room and chill out- but if they make anyone uncomfortable they are not welcome back. 

Also at my school there’s big queues for lunch, but you can get an early lunch pass to skip it. There’s a kid in my tutor base (idk if you have those) whose friends all have early passes for dinner cause of a club. So I gave her one so she can eat with them and then come to my classroom and do her homework. 

Oh and try to not set group tasks with a fixed number of people. If you’re alright with it, all group activities go better when they’re with friends. Especially at that age. But not if you limit the number. “It’s supposed to be two, but i’ll allow three.” “Groups of four, yeah okay you guys can be a five.” As long as they DO the work, it’s easier for everyone. 

(And when they’re dicks, remember that they’re learning from their parents and the internet. It’s not their fault. I know you know that, but the most important thing at that age is more than one second chance. Cause they’re gonna be teal annoying basically all the time) 

ANYWAY- there’s a new development you WONT believe. 

Also, WOW, your mum tried to wear a wedding dress to YOUR wedding, damn you really get it then 😭

(Oh god I haven’t even begun to worry about what she’ll wear if she comes).

I feel like parents get a free hand at  being a dick more than others, but for good reason. My mum sacrificed so much for me, and grew up in a totally different way than I did. I don’t blame her for her attitude, but I’m getting a little sick of the guilt tripping.

I stopped going to church every weekend during university (once i moved out) about six years ago, and my mum DROVE UP to my dorm and sat me down and gave me a three hour speech about how she CANNOT STAND me not going to church cause then i’ll go to hell and she just wants me not to go to hell and why don’t I just go to church and pray to god so that she can know I won’t go to hell.

And not to get into a thing- but the reason i’m against being a christian is because of christian’s. Like it’s fine if you decide the way you live is what will get you into your heaven, but like- don’t act like everyone else you meet who also isn’t a devote christian is going to go straight to hell. In fact, trying to decide who does and does not go to hell feels incredibly not christian. 

Anyway, as you can see I have a complicated relationship with my mother and with religion. So I sat my mum down yesterday and told her that I want nothing more than her at my wedding, and that i’ll happily take whatever suggestions she has, but that where I get married has to be up to me and partner. I also tried to explain that we literally CANNOT marry in a catholic church due to their rules but she just yelled more about our queer marriage. 

At one point she said “since your wife is only half a women can’t she just become a man for your wedding” and then she had to sit through my own thirty minute speech about how to not devalue my partners identity… but like- can trans people marry in catholic church’s if they’re just a straight couple and the trans person just doesn’t tell anyone???? I feel their system is flawed. ANYWAY. 

She’s not coming. She won’t be at a wedding “facilitating the devil”… WE’RE GAY, by her standards just standing next to my partner is “facilitating the devil”.

I know her tones though, I think she’s gonna change her mind. 

So my dad hasn’t been around much of my life. He’s coming to the wedding only if my mum is. I don’t really care whether he’s there or not. I’ve already told him he’s not walking me down the aisle. He doesn’t give a shit (he never has). He’ll show up if my mum does, or not if she doesn’t. 

(It’s a long story but when I was in second year at university, I lost my campus dorm… and this annoying bartender guy took me in when I almost became homeless and cooked me food and stuff and like- he’s my dad now, i’m a found family girlie). 

ANYWAY. So yeah, but he’s also super catholic. So he, who doesn’t give a shit about ANYTHING, who never supported my mum, who laughed when I told him I was engaged cause he NEVER KNEW i’d been dating my partner… of five years. HE wants to find me a wedding venue. And this isn’t to be nice by the way, it’s to exert his power in any way he still can. 

And naively I had thought maybe he was being nice. BUT THAT PROVED NOT TRUE. Just… let me build up to saying this… 

So my sister has helped me find actual potential churches that would accept our marriage (“only if YOU want, don’t listen to mum”) and my dad has… are you ready… PUNCHED A FUCKING REVEREND. 

Yep you heard that right.

And NOT because he was homophobic. 

No no, they were ALREADY mocking me and partner, saying how funny it was that we were going to hell for BEING US. 

No, he punched our CHILDHOOD churches reverend (not the same person we had back then but still) because he has the audacity to call my dad a BAD father and husband for- everything (apparently my dad got to gossiping with him about cheating on my mum, and that time he hit me, and that time he smashed a beer bottle over my sisters cat).

You forget how psycho your family is when you’re away for so long (I know my sister forgot too) until your back. Around them again. 

But ANYWAY. He’s sort of invited. He’ll either come with my mum if she comes. Or not if she doesn’t. I don’t care if he’s there. Unless he punches someone again, i’ll probably never even notice him. 

The funny thing about all of this is, while yes a venue is one of the most important things, we’re not actually getting married until January 2026, that’s like a year and a half away (my partners always wanted a winter wedding cause they’re fucking adorable). 

Anyway, that’s the update. A year and a half until my wedding and my dads punching reverends and my mums yelling about the devil. 

I shouldn’t have invited them.

Hi hon!

Thank you so much for the advice, I really appreciate it. I'm definitely going to keep all of that in mind.

As far as your update- OH MY GOD

Well, I am SO proud of you for standing up to your mum. That's NOT easy. And your dad sounds...wow. But I'm glad your sister is being so supportive!

But I do want to say- I think you were right to invite them. And the reason is because if you chose not to invite them, you would never know if they would be supportive or not. You would be assuming the worst. But by inviting them, you're giving them the choice to be supportive, and you're assuming the best. Is it going to hurt if they don't show? Absolutely. But now you know that they chose to not be supportive. And that was them. Does that make sense?

But again, I am so proud of you for standing your ground and standing up to your parents. And for defending your partner when needed! You're amazing <3

[x-ceirios-x]

Ebony Neave

General

Name: Blaine “Ebony” Neave

Nickname: Ebony

Age: 17 (v1-2)

Gender: cis male

Race: human

Symbol:

Affiliation(s): Team NCRM. ruby’s group, formerly Beacon Academy

The Character’s Appearance

Height: 6’3”

Eye Colour: blue-gray

Hair: black, cut short in the back but some bangs hang in his face. Usually parted in the middle. Very straight hair

Complexion: medium-light tan

Picrew 1 2

About The Character

Status: active huntsman, alive

Occupation: huntsman, former student

Handedness: ambidextrous. Will use this to drive people nuts when taking notes

Clothing: white shirt, black bomber jacket, dark blue/black jeans 

Outfit Colors: whites, blacks, browns, a little blue for the jeans

Accessories: silver dog tags, black aviators, has his ears pierced in a few places & has an affinity to occasionally wearing rings

Personality

A generally charming guy, and he’s easy to get along with. He’s pretty much an open book and enjoys getting to know as many people as he can. Ebony has a certain wanderlust and wants to travel everywhere he can, as well as learn what he can. Upon first meeting, he doesn’t seem like the academic type, but he genuinely loves learning, despite his average grades. He’s never gotten along well with school and prefers to learn things practically than from a book. He’s confident and knows he’s attractive, and uses this to chat with girls (and occasionally guys). 

Likes: water, swimming, being outdoors, sparring, practical exams

Dislikes: reading & homework, generally dry/hot places

Fatal Flaw(s): Naivety. He doesn’t really understand how the “real world” works and his want (almost need) to keep everyone happy all the time makes him a little easy to manipulate. 

Strengths: long range combat, communication, talking his way out of tough situations

Weaknesses: close quarter combat, video games, essays

Weapon

Weapon Name: Arciere

Weapon Description: glorified water gun. His weapon is in two pieces that attach to become a bow. The string and pieces that hold it to the rest of the bow come off and attach to his belt, and with the pull of a lever it turns into a gun that he loads with water. His semblance makes his ammo so he rarely runs out. 

Relationship With Others

Reputation: People generally enjoy talking to him. He gets decent grades and teachers like him when he’s paying attention, though they don't appreciate his enabling of Coal’s antics.

Friends: His friends enjoy his company and he’s typically the life of the party, while also being a voice of reason. He’s not likely to get into too much trouble, but a little danger is good for the soul. He’s an enabler and will let people do stupid things and help pick up the pieces later. 

Team: The people closest to him. He and Coal get along famously, with Ebony being able to talk him out of trouble pretty often. He feels like Matina is hard to read, but he cares about her like a little sister. Roza…his feelings about her are quite complicated in the beginning. Lots of good complicated feelings though. Over time, they become more than just teammates and partners, but fall in love and no one’s ever made him happier. 

Enemy(ies): He’s a skilled fighter and doesn’t back down from a fight, so if a rival is challenging him, he’ll be ready to go. 

The Character’s Abilities

Agility: 6/10

Swordsmanship: 7/10

Long Range Accuracy: 9/10

Defense: 5/10

Offense: 8/10

Aura: 7/10

People Skills: 9/10

Semblance: Water manipulation. He can create shapes out of water near/around him, pulling water off or out of things nearby. He uses it mostly to make ammo for himself, but also to entertain friends with miniature dolphins flying around the room. 

History

Ebony grew up in one of the smaller towns inside Vale, dreading the school year and enjoying summers like any average kid. Typically, he spent summer at his aunt's house, swimming and playing in the lake she lived on. There wasn’t an evening he came in without his fingers pruned into raisins, and he didn’t want it any other way. 

He decided, after years of filling his head with fairy tales and stories from his mother, he wanted to become a huntsman around 12, wanting to live a life of danger and adventure. Whatever he got wrapped up in along the way, he could figure it out later.

Trivia

Really good swimmer & was a lifeguard over summers as an older teenager for some extra money

More to be added

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before him, val had been very careful about her interactions with humans. she had to be, both for their safety and hers; though her self control had greatly improved over the decades, to the point where she felt confident going out in public without the need to feed, the closer she got to a person and the longer they spent together, the greater the potential craving grew, and she could never be too careful. not only that, allowing a human to get close to her would open up to the possibility of being found out, and god knows what someone would do with that kind of information. for as long as she'd lived in her sprawling estate, she'd never had a human on the grounds, so bringing charlie there wasn't something she took lightly. they hardly knew each other, and still, she felt it was her duty to personally ensure that he was restored to full health in a safe and comfortable space— the fact that she was already yearning for another taste of his blood came secondary. it was her fault he ended up in this incredibly weakened state in the first place, and therefor it was her duty to take care of him. she could sense his mounting uncertainty, verging on fear and souring his heavenly scent, causing her to frown in dissatisfaction. had she come on too strong? perhaps she should've given him a bit more space, but she was just trying to be as attentive as she could to help him get his strength back as soon as possible. even before she'd been turned, val had always been told she could be a bit much. she felt things too strongly, loved too hard, and cared too much; too clingy, too desperate. she didn't take rejection well, and had issues with control. it was for those very reasons that she avoided relationships altogether as a vampire, having already been hurt enough times for one lifetime, and she knew it would only get worse when the complications of immortality were thrown into the mix. the thought that she could be losing him before she'd even really managed to hook him caused a bit of a panic, though she tried her best to mask her emotions so she wouldn't startle him further. "it's ok!" she reassured him, a bit too hasty in her efforts to assuage his worries. "no, no, no, it's totally ok! i'm not mad. i mean, it was kinda nasty smelling like beer all night, but it's really not a big deal... it happens! i've got tons of clothes, so don't even worry about it. and it was black, so... it probably won't stain." except for the fact that it was silk... she'd begun to regret even sharing that detail with him— seeing as he'd reacted so poorly to it, you'd think she reminded him that he accidentally ran over her pet cat. it only confirmed to her just how good of a person he was, that he was so remorseful over something as petty as a spilled drink. "you seemed like you felt really bad, and then i felt bad... so don't apologize, please. you did enough of that last night." a spilled drink really wasn't all that damning in the grand scheme of things, least of all when she had much darker sins to be sorry for. what they both needed to focus on now was his health, and so she broke off another chunk of the protein bar, repeating her prior actions and helping to sprinkle the crushed bits into his mouth. "are you feeling any better? you look better. got some of your color back... how about another little drink, hm? you're probably dehydrated."

the longer he was in her company and the more cognisant he became, charlie could see that there was something strange about valerie, more to her than what met the eye. wasn’t that always the way with beautiful women? charlie didn’t consider himself bad with women, not exactly. he’d had a few girlfriends and they’d all ended in the same way, with them growing tired of his reliance on vices and how that affected the attention he could give to them. at the end of the day, he’d only ever met one or two people who could be more important to him than drugs were to him and even then, it was never enough. val was too caring considering the circumstances they’d met under. it was one thing to make sure a stranger didn’t spend the night passed out in an alley, it was a whole other ballpark to take them home and nurse them back to health. it wasn’t a complaint, it was hard to let his wariness get the better of him when he was enjoying her soft pets so much, but it was something he was growing more and more aware of as she got more comfortable with him. “yeah…” charlie reaffirmed softly, though mostly to keep val from questioning the sort of person she’d allowed into her home rather than boosting his ego. before he had the chance to question what she was doing, her freezing cold hands were pressed to his cheeks and she lamented that sweet pet name again, the one that would’ve had him squirming if he had any control over his hips. “o-oh-“ no normal person could be so kind with wanting something in return. maybe he did something that she’d yet to remind him of, maybe she was lulling him into a false sense of security and once he let his guard down she’d strike and take whatever it wad she wanted. he was already so weak though and unable to fight back. why wait any longer? to tease him? had he really acted that poorly? he blinked up at her like a dazed animal, something that wad waiting to be eaten, and winced only a little as she leaned in and kissed his forehead. his stomach both filled with butterflies and churned with sickness and suddenly he lost the appetite he had for the protein bar, however, he had little choice hence it came to eating it when val was so insistent on hand feeding him. picking any sort of fight felt like the worst of ideas and so charlie decided to play subservient, just until he started to feel better and could take care of himself. “y-yeah that sounds like me.” he cringed and nervously bit down onto his bottom lip. “i’m sorry, val, i-i’m a shit drunk and i- it’d been a long day and i must’ve drank way too much-“ and done one too many lines off the back of the toilet, an irreverent detail. “if i ruined your clothes or- or if i was a dick about it, t-that’s not how i am usually. i’m- a good guy, like you said. i’m not usually that messy.” he said wth a grimace, lying through his teeth. the way she’d found him wasn’t all that unusual for him, the hangover was new but he was accustomed to ending the night in a state of disgrace.

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𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader, engwnt x reader

summary: you and leah have been friends with benefits for quite some time but what happens when you both win the euros and spend an eventful night with each other?

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving) | minors dni

word count: 5.9k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a long time and i completely forgot to post it so sorry about that. this is also my first time writing anything to do with woso so bear with me as I learn the ropes of it all. 

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You and Leah had a complicated relationship. The two of you both playing for Arsenal and being a part of the England team meant the two of you spent a lot of time together. In more ways than one.

You had met Leah when you first joined Arsenal. Being transferred from Man City meant you had to move across the country. You felt a little out of place at first but once you stepped foot onto the pitch and felt a ball at your feet you became unstoppable.

Your position as a striker meant that many of your drills were against Leah. The two of you soon grew your friendship over the simplest of things till one day it became something more.

It wasn’t planned and it was very out of the blue but after one of the girls invited everyone out after the season ended, everything changed.

After many drinks and karaoke songs later you found yourself waking up the next morning in a random hotel room with Leah fast asleep beside you. You would've thought everything was platonic till you noticed the lack of clothes.

Remembering the night before, dancing, singing and a whole lot of alcohol. Trying to pick bits and pieces apart to figure out how you got in this situation.

Drunken kisses, impatient touches, fogged minds. The two of you didn't care about the aftermath, only the present. The feeling of your skin on one other, bringing you both to an ultimate high.

Watching the realisation cross Leah's mind as she remembered all what happened the night before left you dreading what was to come. Having a sinking feeling that Leah would want nothing to do with you, it came as a shock that she wanted a different arrangement.

Friends with benefits. The three words circling your mind. Heart racing at the thought.

Dumbly agreeing, you had no idea what was to come for the up and coming years.

“You ready?” You asked as you sat beside Leah on the coach.

“As I can be.” She smiled, turning her focus away from her phone and solely onto you.

The two of you were sitting on the coach with the rest of the England team as you waited to be driven to Wembley for the Euros final.

“I never really imagined I'd be here.” You confessed.

“Why's that?”

“It all feels a bit surreal to be honest.” You shrugged. “I feel like someone else should be in my place.”

“You deserve to be here, you were chosen for a reason.” Leah said comfortingly.

“Enough with the soppy shit.” You chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” Leah chuckled as she held up her hands in defence leaning away a little.

“Ask me something random, this is going to be a long journey and I’m already bored.”

“Ouch, you wound me y/l/n.”

“You’re not boring me, just the journey.”

“Mhm, okay.”

“Promise.” You said as you gave Leah a silly smile.

“You want a question?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, what would you say is your favourite food?”

“You know this!”

“You told me to ask you a question.”

“I thought it’d be more exciting than that.”

“Alright, favourite sex position?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Oh my god.” Leah groaned.

“You know that one too.” You said giving Leah a wink.

“I give up.”

“Let me ask you questions.”

“No.”

“Please.” You said dragging out the ‘e’ at the end.

“Fine.”

“Have you ever had a sex dream about me?”

“Are all the questions going to be sexual?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes.”

“Perhaps.”

“That’s a yes? Right?”

“Yes, I’ve had one.”

“Wow, I thought you’d be more reluctant than that.”

“We’ve had sex, I don’t think it really matters.”

“Fair point.”

“Next question.”

“Ever thought of being called captain in the bedroom?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just for the pitch?” You laughed.

“That’s just wrong.” Leah laughed along.

“Any plans for after the game?”

“I've got a surprise for you.”

Seeing Leah give you a flirtatious wink and a cheeky grin, you knew what she had in mind. Immediately wanting to be in that hotel room already.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do.” Leah chuckled, causing you to break out into a smile.

“What does the surprise entail?”

“That's for me to know and you to find out.”

“You love messing with me, don't you?”

Leah didn't say anything, just shrugging her shoulders, biting back a laugh threatening to escape from her lips.

“Maybe.”

“Alright, you just wait till later.”

“Can’t wait.”

As you made your way to Wembley you and Leah conversed about all different types of game plays and anything that could make you european champions even if it did mean that you’d get sent off. You were willing to do anything and everything for your team.

“I mean, if it comes to it I’m willing to get a red.” You said.

“No way, we need you up front.”

“You don't, there's Russo, Beth, Ellen and Miss England herself.”

“You're not getting yourself sent off.” Leah said in an authoritative tone.

“Fine. No promises though.”

“Don't be difficult. I’ll just get Sarina to bench you.”

“Hey! You can't do that.” You whisper-shouted.

“I’m captain, remember?”

“Still-”

“No, y/n.”

“You're no fun.”

“You're a little shit.” Leah joked.

“I’m taller and older than you.”

“Only by a couple months.”

“Mhm, you have to respect the elders.”

“Just don't get yourself sent off.”

“I won't. I want to be on the pitch for the final whistle.”

“And help me lift the trophy?”

“One hundred percent.”

Stepping out of the coach, walking past mass amounts of paparazzi, you made your way into the locker room. Seeing your name and number on the back of an England jersey will never get old and you feel a sense of pride every time you look at it.

Looking to your left you see Leah looking at hers, the captain's armband standing proudly on top of it. Sensing someone was looking at her, Leah looked around the room till her eyes landed on yours.

Nothing needed to be said so the two of you smiled at each other. Walking over to the blonde you placed your hand to the small of her back and leaned your chin on her shoulder.

“You should be proud of yourself.” You said, smiling softly as Leah leaned back into you.

“I’m scared.” Leah admitted quietly.

“There's nothing to be scared of. No matter the outcome, you led us here, we are here because of you and we’re going to win because of you.”

“But what if we don’t.”

“Then we’ll figure it out, but if you want my honest opinion, I don't think Germany stands a chance with you as our captain.”

“I hope you're right.”

“When am I not?”

You and the rest of the girls were soon called out for the warm ups and that's when it started to become more real, the pressure, the game and what was at stake.

Fans started to fill the stadium, the seats flooded with white and red, each and every one of them giving you that extra confidence boost fueling you up for the game.

Heading back to the locker room you and the rest of the girls put on your kits with pride and waited for the match to begin. Slipping on your boots, you made sure your shin-pads were in the right place, your socks at the right height, your shorts tightened and your top proudly showing off your number on the back.

Shaking off the nerves, you follow the rest of your teammates out to the tunnel. Rolling your shoulders back you put your game face on before you walked onto the pitch. Standing side by side with your teammates singing the national anthem proudly, all you needed to do now was win.

Easier said than done.

When the ref blew her whistle you kicked off the game. Straight away you could tell that both teams were on the offensive. Ellen had an early chance but it unfortunately went over the bar.

Each team going back and forth, you put your maximum effort in to help out in any way possible. After your shot was blocked by the German keeper she threw the ball to Hendrich. Wanting the ball back you sprinted after the defender in hopes of regaining possession.

You knew it was risky, you being a little rough a slide tackle would most likely end with a yellow or even a red but you did it anyway. Your foot tapped the ball out of the Germans way and off the pitch.

The woman tumbling over the top of you, led to a foot to the head and a very angry defender pushing you before you could have a chance of getting up.

Sitting on the floor you looked up at Hendrich who was going off at you. She was yelling in German so you couldn't understand a word she was saying. Standing up, you wobbled slightly before you squared up to the defender.

The two of you went back and forth, pushing and shoving each other before your teammates arrived to split the two of you apart. Lucy managed to pull you away and calm you down before you did something you’d regret.

Lucy led you towards Leah who gave you a disapproving look before she took you to the side lines and to a medic. You soon found out why when you looked at the monitor in the stands showing the tackle.

As your head was knocked by Hendrich’s boot her studs caught the side of your face causing a cut to form. They cleaned up your face before applying some cream then sending you back onto the pitch.

You managed to not receive a card, god knows how, but you didn’t question it. You gave one last look at Leah before moving back into position. The game continued on and half time hit not long after.

It was still 0-0 at half time and your determination only grew stronger. The medics gave you a check over to make sure you were all okay and you sat down to listen to Sarina give her talk and impression of the first half.

You hadn’t spoken to Leah since your little accident and it looked like she didn't want to talk or even look at you. You had a little over four minutes left before the second half started so you went and sat beside her.

“What's up?” You asked. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t, just concentrating on the game.” Leah said, brushing you off.

“You seem pissed.”

“I’m not.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you on the pitch.” You muttered as you stood up but before you could walk away, Leah grabbed ahold of your wrist and stood up herself.

She ran her finger gently over the cut on the side of your face before looking you in the eyes.

“You can be so stupid sometimes.”

“It's all a part of my charm.”

“Please be more careful next time, my heart can't take it.”

“You falling for me Williamson?” You joke.

“In your dreams, y/l/n.”

“I’ll be more careful or at least try to.”

“Remember what's at stake.”

“That feels like it has a double meaning.” You said. “Does it have a double meaning?”

“You tell me.” Leah smirked before she walked out of the locker rooms with a couple of girls, ready to start the second half.

Once the second half started you began to notice a theme. Whenever you got a hold of the ball or even if you didn’t have the ball you were being targeted.

Maybe it was payback for the slide tackle but this was starting to piss you off. You let it go, after seeing the look on Leah’s face and what she had told you in the locker room you didn’t want to upset her.

There was a bigger game to be playing.

At the 62nd minute Keira sent a lovely through ball to Tooney and she scored an absolute worldy. The whole stadium was practically shaking. Running straight to Ella you jump on her back screaming in her ear before the rest of the girls bundled ontop of each other.

Just a minute later Beth was subbed off for an injury and Chloe came onto the pitch. It was going well until the 79th minute when Germany equalised. This however, made you more determined to get the win and finally be able to say ‘it's coming home’.

There were no more goals leading the match to extra time at 1-1. As extra time continued the abuse from the German players didn't falter and you were slowly getting to your breaking point. With one nasty tackle from Huth you finally lost it. Milking it a little you rolled on the floor earning England a free kick.

The free kick led to nothing unfortunately but you aren't backing down now, each tackle you made was harder than the last, each pass was more precise, each shot coming closer to goal.

Germany receives a throw-in and Rauch passes it to Oberdorf who then passes it to Waßmuth. Big mistake. The German forward was closest to you so took it upon yourself to get the ball back.

Coming from her side, you hit the German with a hard slide tackle that immediately sent her rolling on the floor. You knew you were in the wrong, it was very unsportsmanlike but you had enough of being targeted.

The ref ran over to you two, Waßmuth still on the floor, smacking the grass repeatedly. Quickly checking on the German, the ref waved the medics over. Taking a step away from the woman, the ref made her way towards you.

“I let you get away with the first one but this cannot happen again. Got it?”

“I got the ball.” You said back. “It was clean, she’s just taking the piss.”

“I’m not going to argue with you, from my angle it didn't.”

“Alright but this is bullshit, I've been targeted this whole time and you’ve done nothing.”

“Stop with the swearing, and what do you want me to do? It's football, you're going to be targeted every once in a while.”

“So when I tackle a player it's classed as a foul but when they clearly foul me it's not? How does that work?”

“Look, just get on with the game, you're on your final warning.” The ref stepped back a little and reached into her pocket to pull out a yellow card. You couldn't really argue any more, the tackle was a clear yellow.

It was soon enough the end of the first half of extra time. You all took a quick breather, Sarina having a word with you telling you to calm down and not let them get into your head.

The game started up again and it was like the gods had answered all your prayers in the 110th minute we got a corner. Hemp sent in the cross, the ball bounced off Lucy and Chloe managed to tap it in.

You couldn't believe it, watching Chloe run around the pitch waving her top in hand before being huddled by all the girls. A thought crossed your mind. England might actually win the Euros.

From then on your main goal was to keep the ball out of your half. You passed the ball back and forth with Lucy when a player came from behind and took you off your feet. You hit the deck and grabbed onto your ankle for dear life. The ref immediately blew her whistle and ushered the medics onto the pitch. A couple of teammates were surrounding you as you rocked back and forth.

Everyone asks questions about how you were feeling only for you to not pay attention to them, your soul focus is on the clock, 2 minutes left. You knew you were completely fine, but what's wrong with a little time-wasting masterclass?

Jumping back up, you assured everyone that you were completely fine and fit to continue. After a bit more shit housery, the final whistle blew and you fell to the floor. England had done it. You had just won the Euros.

You soon felt someone sitting beside you, patting your stomach gently. You took your hands off your face to see Leah looking at you with tears in her eyes but with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen.

“We did it.” She smiled as she pulled you up to hug you.

“That we did, captain.” You grinned.

Keeping her as close as possible you soon felt your shoulder get wet. Smiling softly you pull Leah back to look at her properly.

You used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her face before you held her face in your hands.

“I think you owe me a surprise.” You said.

“Just you wait.”

“Lets go lift that trophy.”

A party was in full swing and all the girls were

singing their lungs off. Bealting ‘three lions’ over and over again. Dancing on top of tables, spraying drinks everywhere and just overall having an amazing time, finally being able to bring back the trophy.

You were currently watching the girls from afar, trying not to get too involved knowing there will be a killer hangover the next morning. You’ve had a couple of drinks but deciding you have had enough, sticking to a water or a coke from now on.

Whilst you talked with Lucy and Keira you tried to keep your focus on what they were saying however it kept being drawn to a certain blonde defender, who consequently wasn't anywhere to be seen.

“She's up in her room.” Keria said, her voice just being heard over the loud music.

“What?” You questioned.

“Leah, she's in our room.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not sure. She hasn't really told me anything.” You knew Keira was lying, you could tell by the corner of her lip fighting back a smile.

“I’m going to check on her.” You said as you downed your drink and placed the glass to the side.

“Just to let you know, I'm rooming with Lucy.” You said into her ear and out of shot from the defender next to her.

“So?”

“Have fun.” You smirked, sending her a wink.

“I don't understand?”

“How about we swap rooms for tonight? I know you both want some time together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just promise not to have sex on my bed.”

“Y/n!”

“I’m joking, a little, not really. I’m going now. Bye!”

It didn't take long for you to get to Leah's room and before you knew it you were standing outside her door, trying to figure a way to knock.

“Leah?” You questioned as you knocked gently on the door. “You okay?”

The door opened a tad and you heard Leah's voice telling you to come in. Entering the room you close the door behind you before you walk further into the room and to where Leah was.

“You alright?” You asked once you turned a corner and you were met by the most beautiful sight known to mankind.

Leah was laying down on her bed in nothing but her red underwear. A smirk plastered on her face, the setting sun hitting her skin perfectly giving her a glow that made you want her even more.

“Surprise.” Leah said, her smirk cracking into a full blown smile.

"Wha- um- For me?” You asked dumbly.

“Yeah.”

“God.” You whispered under your breath as you made your way to the edge of the bed where you waited as Leah got up and crawled her way towards you, kneeling on the bed in front of you.

“I’m going to make you come as many times as I can.” Leah said in a sultry tone.

“No.”

“No?”

“I am going to make you come as many times as I can. Captain.”

“You’re so annoying.” Leah chuckled.

“You love it.” You smiled as you pulled Leah closer to you by her waist.

“Just don't call me that again.”

“I won't.” You laughed caressing your hands up and down Leah's sides. You brought her into a kiss at first it was slow and passionate but it soon turned heated and messy.

Tongues battling against each other, teeth clashing. But you both didn't care, only wanting to feel more of each other. As the kiss continued, you pushed Leah back gently and she made her way backwards on the bed so her head hit the pillows and you were towering over her. Wrapping her legs around your middle and her arms around your shoulders she brought you closer.

"Y/n." Leah whispered between kisses, sounding breathless.

You leaned forward to kiss her neck and she groaned slightly, her grip on your shoulders tightening. You smirked when you felt her shiver under your touch when you nipped at her pulse point.

You pressed your lips to the side of her neck, one arm holding you up while the other ran up and down Leah's sides, along her ribs and to the tops of her thighs. She grins, a soft hum falling from her lips at the touch.

The defender craned her neck so you could continue to kiss Leah's warm, smooth skin, making her sigh in content. Your fingers made their way over her abdomen, lower than she expected, and her breath hitches.

Chuckling softly, you rest your lips on her jaw to whisper to her, "You need something?"

Leah pauses, you can practically hear her thinking out loud. She could beg, and have you take her right now, or she could play along and let you take your time for something a little lengthier. Her fingers squeeze around your shoulders before she moves one hand taking ahold of yours and tugs it south.

"Lower. I need you lower."

"Oh?" You smirked. "Drop your hands, baby. I'll do all the work."

She nods, a soft, quiet whimper escaping as she lets her arms rest by her side. "Okay."

"Good girl," You mumbled, gentle and just about audible. It makes her buck her hips, hands grabbing onto the sheets to keep herself calm. Moving onto your knees you look down at the women in front of you.

Your hands move, teasing at the waistline of her panties and moving to graze at the lining around the top of her thighs. She moans, a shove of her hips into your hand, and you grip her a little harder with the free hand on her waist.

"Please stop teasing me."

"I'm gonna take care of you, I promise." You whispered, fingers brushing over her panties, giving you only a mere taste of how wet she is.

"Please."

You slip one hand into her panties and she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider and creating a gap for you to touch her more accurately. You fingers brush her clit and she releases a filthy groan, accompanied with a whimper of your name.

You breathe deep, breath hitching once you feel how wet she is when you move your fingers lower.

"Y/n, please."

"Alright, sweetheart, I got you." You whisper, pressing your lips to the lobe of her ear. "I've got you."

You continued your ministrations on her clit for a few more moments before you pulled your hand out of her panties and rested it beside her head, propping you up.

Before Leah could speak you kissed her again, running your hand up and over Leah’s rib cage towards her breasts, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. Leah was unable to stop the groan that slipped past her lips.

You broke the kiss and attached your lips to her jaw. Leah’s breathing was laboured, soft whimpers tumbling from her lips as your lips travelled down to her neck.

You rolled her nipples between your thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her bra as you sucked on Leah’s pulse point. Even though Leah was loving every second of what you were doing she still needed more, she bucked her hips up trying to gain some sort of friction but the attempt was stopped when you removed your hand from her breast and placed it on her waist.

"So needy." You chuckled in her ear. "So impatient."

"Y/n, please. I need you."

You didn't say anything but you used one of your hands to spread Leah’s legs apart but you didn't touch her. Instead you brought your leg up so your thigh came in contact with Leah’s core. Letting out a loud moan, Leah threw her head back at the sudden contact that she was finally receiving.

"Show me how much you need me." You said as you continued your assault on Leah’s neck.

She wasted no time and began to rock her body against your leg relieving the pressure that had started to build. But it wasn't enough and the pressure started to disappear when you moved your leg away from her centre.

"Please. I need you so bad. Please."

"You look so sexy when you beg." You said as your lips trailed further down Leah’s body. They softly grazed her hardened nipple underneath the fabric of her bra and she shuddered at the attention that they were getting.

Arching her back slightly, one of your hands snaked around to her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room, you took one of her nipples into your mouth whilst your hand went to the other. Alternating between the two as you left hickeys across her chest.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, whilst your other hand travelled to the top of Leah’s inner thigh. Watching Leah intently as your hand finally reached its destination. How her chest was littered with dark hickeys, how her breathing was ragged, how her eyes were clenched shut. Leah let out a gasp when your hand finally came up and cupped her centre.

"God, you're soaked." You whispered as you easily slid two fingers inside of her. A ripple of pleasure soared through Leah’s body, making her tilt her head back into the pillow. The moan that she released was long and loud and she couldn't have stopped it even if she tried.

You curled your fingers and they hit a spot causing Leah to let out an almost pornographic moan. You pulled them out and repeated the action again, continuously getting the same reaction.

"Fuck that feels so good." Leha said to the best of her ability.

She threw her head back harder when she felt your fingers push harder into her and your palm dressed against her clit. With every curl of your fingers Leah thrusted her hips forward to meet you, wanting nothing more than for you to give it to her as hard and as fast as you possibly could.

Leah felt incredible and the added sensation of your palm pressing against her clit was heavenly, causing her stomach muscles to contract and her legs begin to shake. Leah’s breaths began to become more uneven and shaky with each passing second. Her muscles tightening around your fingers as you push them into her over and over again.

Moans and curse words were falling from Leah’s lips as she was begging you not to stop. One hand gripped your shoulder and her fingernails dug harshly into your back through your t-shirt whilst the other gripped the bed sheet beside her.

Leah was so close to her climax and once she was about to come tumbling down you removed your hand completely making Leah open her eyes and let out a whimper.

"Wh- why did you stop? I was so close." She panted.

"I didn't say you could cum yet." You said as you got up and off of the bed to your clothes before going back on top of Leah.

Slowly pulling off Leah’s panties you could finally see just how wet she was, clenching around nothing.

“You’re so beautiful.” You smirked as you felt Leah shudder and squirm underneath you.

Slowly, you re-entered a finger at an antagonising pace. You took in her appearance, noticing her eyes were dilated, her cheeks coated pink and her lips were swollen. You distributed kisses along her neck and collarbone before you picked up the pace of your finger inside her.

Pulling your face up, Leah kept her hands on your cheeks as you two kissed fervently. Biting on your lower lip, the blonde pulled away slightly, just so your noses were touching.

"Don’t stop."

You chuckled as Leah kissed you, trying to conceal her moan. You added a second finger into her and she bucked her hips up into your hand. Leah’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater.

Moving your lips down and away from Leah’s mouth, you trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck, between the valley of her breasts and along her stomach. Stopping just before you reach her clit.

Placing one kiss on the sensitive nub you feel Leah's body immediately react with pleasure. You let out a little chuckle whilst shaking your head before diving in, licking a long stripe up her pussy.

Your tongue flicked her clit making her squeeze your head between her legs from the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Oh fuck." Leah muttered as one of her hands gripped onto your hair and the other gripped the sheets under her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling.

You angled your head up towards her and went further under her to lick more of her lower lips. You moved her legs so they were over your shoulders, allowing yourself more access. You held her firmly in place, inserting your tongue into her, licking every inch of her walls that you could.

It got to the point where Leah couldn't hold back anymore, and told you she was about to climax.

“Y/n- fuck- I’m gonna come.” Leah moaned.

“Hold it.” You said as you continued your onslaught.

“I can’t. Please. God! I’m gonna come.”

You moved your head away from Leah and replaced your mouth with your fingers once again. You easily slid back into her and continued to pleasure her in the best way possible. Leah's head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat was dripping down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

One hand went to grip the pillow and the other was tightened around your wrist as you fingered her.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You whispered.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, her legs tightening either side of your hand and a noticeable tremble to her body.

It was obvious she was close and you wanted nothing more than to feel her cry out in a pure state of euphoria and come around your fingers.

“You can come, go on, I wanna see you come for me.”

Your encouragement seemed to be the only thing she needed to tip her over the edge as with a final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the bed with her eyes screwed shut and her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

You continued what you were doing, letting Leah ride out her high and waited for her breathing to regulate before you pulled your fingers out of her. Leah let out a small whine but let a smile take over her features. You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them whilst keeping your eyes locked on hers.

Leah bit her lip at the sight and pulled your hand away from your mouth so she could pull you into a kiss. You both moaned as you could taste her present in the kiss.

Pulling away, your face was inches away from hers. Your hooded eyes both met, both of your mouths parted eliciting pants trying to regulate your heartbeats.

“That was amazing.” Leah smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” You said and you couldn’t help the grin appearing on your face. “Ready for round two?”

It was a couple of hours later and Leah had fallen asleep since your little rendezvous but you couldn’t find yourself able to settle. Checking your phone it was around 5:34 in the morning.

Huffing to yourself, you carefully pull yourself out from Leah’s grip, placing a pillow as a makeshift you. You made sure that Leah was covered with the duvet before you walked out onto the balcony.

Your fingers grasped the cold railing, causing a shiver to be sent down your spine. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the multiple thoughts running around your brain.

After a deep breath out, you re-opened your eyes and took in your surroundings.

“You alright?” Leah’s voice was heard from behind you.

Turning around slowly you saw the defender wrapped up in the duvet still, her hair sticking up in all different directions, eyes so close to closing from the serious lack of energy but to you she still looked like the most beautiful person to ever walk the planet.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Go back to bed, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Somethings bothering you, y/n. I can tell.” Leah said as she took a step closer to you.

Sighing to yourself you turned around to look back at the scenery, feeling Leah stand beside you, placing a comforting hand on your back.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Don't change the subject. Tell me whats up.”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

“Please, I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything.”

“That's the problem.”

“What?”

“I don't want you to be my best friend.”

“Y/n?” Leah asked, her voice cracking slightly. “What are you trying to say?”

You took a quick cleansing breath before you spoke again knowing this can go one of two ways.

“I want you to be more than that.”

“More?”

“I really like you, Leah. So much, but I can't keep doing what we’re doing.”  

“You want to stop having sex with me?”

“No, well yes. But I don't want to be friends with benefits. It hurts too much.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I'm not actually yours.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You know what I am trying to say.”

“No, no, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” You said, picking the skin on your hands as a nervous habit.

Placing her hands on top of yours, Leah smiled to herself before replying. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Snapping your head to the side, you hadn’t thought Leah would say that. “Really?”

“Yeah. i’ve liked you for a while now, i was just worried that because of our ‘friends with benefits’ situation you wouldn't want anything more than that.”

“God! We’re so stupid.”

“Hey! Not me, just you.”

“I’ll take the blame, I don't care. I just want to kiss you.” You said, turning to face the defender.

“No ones stopping you.”

“I really like you.” You whispered as you felt Leah's breath on your lips.

“I really like you too.” Leah smiled. “So much.”

[sukirichi]

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

[kinky-candyland]

Wanda Maximoff x reader (Medieval)

Read some info over here. Just in case, here’s a pic in question.

Warnings: 18+, smut, wlw, table sex, fingering, oral sex, clothed sex, power dynamic, boss x employee, teasing, eludes to more sex, cliffhanger, sensual massage, choaking, wedding proposal

Wanda was busy in her chamber as the newly coronated queen walks in. Startling Wanda, making her spill a potion ingredient on the table. “Oh, I’m sorry, your majesty. I didn’t see you come in.” Wanda frantically apologizes as Y/N shuts the door.

Wanda picks up a rag and cleans the table, not wanting Y/N to see the messy state of her chambers. “It’s completely fine, Wanda. By the way, you can call me Y/N.” The queen takes another rag and helps Wanda out.

The two toss the rags into a nearby bucket before they sat down at a nearby bench. “What brings you here, your maj-” Wanda cuts herself off, fixing her sentence. “Y/N. What brings you here, Y/N?” She was clearly nervous. Y/N softly laughs. “Just wanted to see my favorite person in this castle.” Y/N gently rests her hand on Wanda’s thigh, causing her to suck in a breath as she runs her hand over the fabric of Wanda’s dress.

The two have had a complicated relationship that had resulted in unattained sexual desire towards each other. Y/N was too scared at what her father, the late king, would think, and Wanda didn’t want to loose her job as the royal family’s personal witch. With both of her parents out of the way and her being queen, she wanted to change things.

“Why did you want to see me? Really?” Wanda asked, trying not to react to Y/N’s movement. Y/N watches as Wanda gets up. “Remember the old times, Wanda? The two of us always spending time together. We understood each other, you understood me better than anyone in this godforsaken kingdom.” Y/N gets up and follows Wanda.

“We grew apart for good reasons. Your parents were killed and I needed to continue my work.” Wanda continued working, trying to get away from the conversation. “Things change, Wanda.” Y/N moves a bit of Wanda’s hair back to show one of her uncovered shoulders. “Like the law on who I should marry.” She gently massages Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was confused by the statement.

“I’ve always had this attraction to you, Wanda.” Y/N gently places a kiss to Wanda’s shoulder. “How could I not?” Wanda turns around to face Y/N, wanting to know where this was gonna go. “Really? You’re not joking?” Wanda’s eyes lit up with hope that this wasn’t fake. “Really. I’m not joking.”

Y/N nods, watching Wanda gently smiles. “It’s always been you, even with those princes coming here and trying to convince me to marry them only for them to get my thrown, you’re the only one I want.” The two gently kiss as Y/N’s hand gently wraps around Wanda’s neck.

The two pull away as Y/N’s hands moved down to Wanda’s waist. “Let’s clear this desk off, shall we?” Y/N whispers into Wanda’s ear before placing a soft kiss to the corner of Wanda’s mouth. Wanda nods and immediately gets to putting the potion ingredients away as Y/N puts the book back on the shelf and setting her crown down on the bench. Wanda walks back over to Y/N and pulls her into a heated kiss.

As the two kiss, Y/N picks Wanda up bridal style before setting her down in the desk, the kiss not breaking until the two needed air. “I love you so much, Wanda. I hope you’ll have me.” Y/N gently kisses Wanda’s neck, causing her to moan. “Of course I’ll have you. Just you.” Wanda’s hand grasps onto Y/N shoulder.

Y/N moved away from Wanda’s neck, leaning down to take off Wanda’s heels. The perks of working so closely to the royal family is the most gorgeous dresses and other accessories she could ask for. This specific dress and accessory combo was Y/N’s favorite. She loved seeing Wanda in red dresses.

Y/N stands up and bunches up Wanda’s dress in her hands before looking up at Wanda. “May I, Wanda?” Y/N gently asks, causing Wanda to get even wetter. Wanda nods. “Yes, you may.” Y/N pulls off Wanda’s undergarments before lifting up her dress, showing her wet pussy. “Oh my gosh.”

Y/N kneels down and licks over Wanda, causing Wanda to gasp out a moan. “You’re so pretty, honey.” Y/N praises before going back in, licking and sucking on Wanda’s most intimate area. Wanda continues moaning as Y/N works on her, fully laying back on the table.

Y/N pulls away. “You’re very pretty down there.” Y/N gently kisses Wanda, Wanda grasping onto her shoulders. With both their eyes closed, Wanda couldn’t see Y/N hand moving down to where her mouth once was. She slides a couple of fingers in before thrusting. Wanda moans into the kiss.

Y/N starts thrusting her fingers and pulling away from the kiss, letting Wanda moan out loud. “Oh my gosh, Y/N! Please don’t stop!” Wanda whines out. “Please, make me release!” Y/N softly smiles. “Since you asked me so nicely, I’ll gladly make you release.” Y/N thrusts faster and deeper, causing Wanda to moan even more.

Wanda releases onto Y/N fingers, letting out a very loud moan, embarrassed that someone might have heard her outside the window. Y/N takes out her fingers, sucking one into her mouth. Y/N moans at the taste as Wanda sits up. Y/N pulls out her fingers and gestures for Wanda to suck on them. Wanda does so, loving the taste of Y/N’s spit and her own juices in her mouth.

Wanda moves away as soon as the taste was gone. “That was fun, Y/N.” Wanda says out of breath. Y/N smiles. “Agreed. I hope we could continue doing this, but as wives.” Wanda was confused until as saw Y/N kneel on one knee and takes a ring off her finger. Wanda slides off the table as her dress fully covers herself again.

“Wanda Maximoff, personal sorcerer to the L/N family, I made my first legal action as queen to change the law so I could as you this. Would you make me the happiest Queen in the world and rule by my side? Will you marry me?” Y/N asks Wanda, who immediately rushes into her arms. The two gently hug, Wanda softly crying in happiness. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Y/N slides the ring onto Wanda’s finger as Wanda pulls her into another kiss. Y/N stands up and picks up Wanda like she did before. The two pull away from the kiss, smiling at each other. “Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” Y/N asks Wanda, who nods in excitement. Y/N carry’s Wanda up the stairs that led to the shortest tower, which was Wanda’s room.

[cartoonrival]

im caught up on the manga as well, i just have a super vague memory of some like resurrection adjacent artifact that was found in the ocean. or something. idr.

yeah i get what ur saying, i think i just immediately looked to compare their relationships because imo naruto's relationship with sasuke is the most emblematic of the type of person that he is and how he's suffered, and his obsessive sort of love (which isn't just reflected w sasuke (tho def w him the most), its also in him eating iruka's letter and feeling deeply deeply betrayed by sakura trying to kill sasuke because he thought they were on the same ridiculous page and couldnt wrap his head around her changing her mind) is the biggest thing he has in common with what's currently (imo) most interesting about kawaki.

i def obv agree that the adults have failed ToT tho i think the manner is sort of interesting bc boruto is like. very pampered. there was the scene where sasuke and naruto were talking about how he always has clean clothes and stuff. like he has a mom and dad and little sister who love him and he's annoying and bratty because everything comes easily to him and therefore he's never had to dedicate himself to anything in his life. sasuke hates his life so goddamn bad he can't stand to be around his wife and daughter for longer than an hour, he only got married because he didn't know what else he was supposed to do and he still hasn't and will never forgive himself for what he did and doesn't ever think that anything can make up for it, he doesn't think he deserves to be alive and thinks his only purpose is protecting naruto (because naruto is the hero who saved the world and sasuke is the fuckup who at least has the power to back naruto up), he'd sacrifice himself for naruto on a dime because thats how much he doesn't give a fuck. but this is all written in a different post that ill rb just for you<3. at the same time idrk how the fuck you should anticipate the shit that happens in boruto like how do u even prepare ur kids for that. what the fuck even

i'd say theres grounds for a VERY loose comparison between kawaki and itachi in terms of how the way they were raised caused them to love in a really fucked up way, though i think trying to make that comparison sort of dismisses the deep societal reasons that itachi grew up the way he did; not to say that kawaki growing up in poverty with an abusive father wasn't societal, but whatever the fuck with those bags from the ceiling was definitely not. itachi is the poster child of everything wrong with konoha and with the ninja system in general, and it resulted in him being put in an absolutely insane position where he had to balance his entire clan against his village against an all out war, and his twisted ideas of what safety and rightness actually meant, along with debilitating guilt, caused him to fuck sasuke's entire life. like itachi is a very complicated case and honestly i think kawaki is just sort of weird. its possible that a connection could be drawn maybe by someone who liked kawaki more but again i think itachi is similarly much too complicated to draw a satisfying comparison between him and anyone in boruto

ok + for goodness' sake sasuke so that the screenshot takes up less space

1)parallels between naruto/sasuke and naruto/kawaki. i think honestly carrying over and actually bringing attention to the love-obsession thing that was going on sort of mostly unaddressed in the original series (in terms of no one called naruto as insane as they frankly shouldve) has the potential to be very interesting, especially because bringing it into the sphere of a father-son relationship rather than a platonic/romantic one is not really something i've seen before, along with the fact that kawaki doesn't actually know naruto much at all, making this very much an idolization of an idea of the person who saved you, someone who can do no wrong and is so without flaw. it was what this dude said:

like kawaki's obsession is weird and emblematic of how he grew up. also, the way that both of them sort of end up treating the other like a thing to be protected or owned or passed around, kawaki trapping him in time prison with zero regards for the fact that no one wants to be in time prison, and naruto's famous "give sasuke back/dont talk about sasuke like you own him in front of me/i'll get sasuke back/ill break your legs if i have to", there is the dismissal of actual personal wants However.

kawaki does this because he thinks that naruto's life is worth more than anything ever, and the reason he thinks this is because he thinks naruto is the most perfect person in the world and the only one who can save the world from evil. in naruto's case, even though he has a habit of possessiveness, sasuke is very much still a person to him, someone he violently and desperately wants to be close to. he doesnt think sasuke is perfect or can do no wrong, he just doesnt really give a fuck what wrong things sasuke does because he loves him too much and wants him too bad to ever hold anything against him. anything sasuke does is understandable and forgivable. naruto wouldnt put sasuke in time prison to protect him because then they couldnt hang out, and he knows sasuke wouldnt want that anyways. while i think naruto's obsession is insane, its more possessive than dehumanizing, which is def the angle kawaki is taking. again, i think this could be interesting if it was expounded upon but i dont think anyone in boruto is enough of a character for this actually do be pulled off in any satisfying way.

2)boruto/kawaki vs naruto/sasuke. i think honestly i just dont really have it in me to even act like kawaki and boruto have a dynamic that even comes close to the bullshit naruto and sasuke have going on, but if i were to attempt to explain why i dont think this is the case than i think at least part of it (beyond the fact taht ever character in boruto is painfully undercooked) is that boruto and kawaki's bond is based almost entirely around both being marked by karma. like they become friends sort of on a more surface level same way boruto is friends with anyone else, but its definitely not the same as naruto and sasuke's inexplicable pull towards one another since they were kids. even though kawaki has like sort of stupid convoluted internal strife going on, boruto doesnt honestly have enough inner issues to even shadow the bizarre knot that is sns. boruto and naruto both didn't want to kill their wayward friends because it's hard to kill someone you care about, i don't think that reads as a strong parallel because its like . what kind of story would it be if boruto was just like Okay lets kill him... now! also if kawaki dies naruto stays trapped im p sure so if he kills kawaki he is also functionally killing his dad

3)naruto and sasuke are both terrible parents but sasuke is leagues leagues leagues worse and he sees boruto has his son more than he will ever see sarada as his daughter. to him, she is his daughter because that is the only way she should have the sharingan. he can't really stand being around her and any interaction he has with her is out of guilt. boruto is his son because boruto is naruto's son

4)why did they bring up that jiraiya might get resurrected and then just drop it or is this me forgetting since i watched boruto 6+ months ago

[starseed-twenty]

Houses determining an 'age stage' 🔮

Okay, so this is a random long post, but.... do you ever think that perhaps the houses in our charts represent the stages in our life? From birth to death? Cause I do.

So basically... the first house (the ascendant) is our energy as soon as we leave the womb. But through life and its dynamic changes, our energy can change into the traits of the sign in the following house because circumstances drive us into having that sign's traits/vibe.

Personally, I'm starting to believe that each of the houses in a person's birth chart holds a stage or period of time in your life where your energy is more focused in that area/house. That's why you'll hear for example "if your 4H is in Sag, you most likely grew up in a carefree home"... cause at the time you were growing up, your energy was focusing on the 3rd and 4th house. And so you transcend into Sagittarius energy because it is in your 4th house.

For example, a person with a Capricorn Ascendant. At birth, they're calm, reserved little babies, who tend to get upset pretty easily. Until they get a little older (around 3 years old) and start developing these Aquarius traits/energy because of their 2nd house [unless Capricorn is in both 1st and 2nd house]. But once they get to an age where they're making sense of the world and developing a sense of being and being aware of the things they have, this is their 2nd house age stage activated.

Okay, so let me put it like this:

1st house age stage [birth to around 3 years]: Since the 1st house is the house of 'self' and revelation (or showing yourself) to the world, this is how it correlates to birth and being a newborn. 1H rules beginnings, the body, and approach to life. The sign you have in 1H is the sign you act as in your approach to life from the beginning to the end. [Side-note: This is because every house you enter that stage in is carried on with you until you're old and die. So you don't necessarily let go of the house because you're in a new age stage, but it merely becomes dim. It's there, but it's not ruling like the age stage you're currently in].

2nd house [around 3 to 6 years old]: This is the age or stage when you're making sense of the world and develop a sense of being and becoming aware of the things you have, as I mentioned. So you're basically becoming conscious about yourself, whilst adapting to the values, possessions, and skills you have. So the sign you have in 2nd house is how you handle that. For example, if you have Capricorn, you're more stern, careful, and calculative about all the possessions and skills you hold. You normally put those things at a high standard, and it can take a while for you to attain certain things because Saturn (Capricorn's ruler) encourages you to earn all that you have.

3rd house [7 to 10 years old]: At this point, you know who you are, what you have, and how you normally approach life. In trying to develop yourself a bit more, you look around you at who the people around you are. 3rd house is Gemini's house, and Geminis are very conscious beings; of people, things to learn, and their word (a bit too conscious, and that's where the 'two-faced' cliche comes in). So this age stage then comes with using the mind a lot. Learning stuff and getting ideas, speaking about them, knowing what friends are and being close with siblings, if any, and sharing stuff. The sign you have there is how you acted through all of this.

4th house [10 to 13 years old/puberty]: This is when you start grounding yourself and knowing where you come from, who your real family is, the foundations of your soul's intentions (life path), and where you feel secure.

This, I would say, is the basis or core of a person and who they eventually become at their peak or in the public eye. So if they grow up in a home that isn't too stable, they grow to oppose that to become more stable in order to bring balance [because 10th house is the 'aftermath' that's opposing of the 4th house]. So the sign you have in this stage is the sign you live out as [e.g, Sagittarius 4th house had a more free-spirited way of living in their pre-teen age].

5th house - [14 to 18 years old]: Now this is where a lot of us begin our adolescence age, and this is because the 5th house comes with this 'being a teenager' energy. 5th house is about creativity, hobbies, exploring, romance and love affairs, self-expression, and drama. A whole lot of drama. We dramatize the things we go through, our bodies and its changes, things that happen at school and at home, and sometimes the 'situationships' we're in. Everything's just such a story. And that is 5th house energy in act. The sign you have in 5th house is how you'd find yourself going about all of these things.

6th house - [19 to 24 years old]: At this stage, you've seen the world from your perspective and played around with your interests & hobbies, so you come to a point of either wanting to capitalize/profit from those hobbies or talents, or settle on simply trying to make money to become stable because now 'you're an adult'. So with that, you're more focused on working, routines, productivity, and self-improvement. For some, body changes also occur here because the 6th house is also about health and body.

Now the sign you have in your 6th house is most likely how you'll make that money or what your career will be like. For example, a person with Gemini in 6th could pass off as a Youtuber, Instagram Influencer, perhaps a Tiktok star, or anything in a field of communicating to people and spreading ideas or trends in a cool way.

7th house - [24 to 27 years old]: After developing yourself, your career, and your financial health, you then find yourself wanting to settle down romantically and start creating a home. So here come relationships becoming more serious, sharing stuff (your ideas & values going forth, your assets, and your whole life) with someone, and basically getting the real feel of marriage or long-term pairing. But the 7th house doesn't only rule love, it also rules partnerships, contracts, and alliances. So how you are one-on-one with people and merging with them is your 7th house influence at play. The sign in your 7th house is how you present yourself through all of this.

8th house - [27 to 30 years old]: The 8th house is a pretty complicated house, but nonetheless it's very good for growth [through changes]. At this age, many experience events that bring depth or deeply felt peak experiences. It's as if it's this rebirth of some kind where you rediscover yourself. From another standpoint, this is where there's more depth in a relationship/marriage, joint ventures or goals coming together, inheriting some money or assets, and also perhaps feeling really sexually liberated or just simply getting to the point of procreation (and this why most people have or picture having kids at this age). From any of these standpoints, the sign you have in the 8th house is what comes out the most as your energy.

9th house - [31 to 35 years old]: This is the age of you finding the true meaning of life and what your beliefs and values are contrary to what you've been taught, but really establishing your own and sharing them with your significant other or/and children.

This is when you're most philosophical, and have a bit of time for journeys, travel, expanding your knowledge, your taste/style, your beliefs, etc. This is why when you look at a lot of people at this age, they're a bit more settled down on who they've become and there's more of a visibility of what their life is about. The sign you have here manifests as the vibe you give out. For example, a Cancer 9th house more or less has nurturing and maternal energy at this age. They have this motherly or homey vibe towards their expanded mental state in a way where they feel like they have a lot to teach and it comes from a compassionate perspective.

10th house - [35 to 42 years old]: Once you're at this age stage, you're pretty much at the peak of your life because this is when all that you are, where you come from (your roots and home), who you've established yourself as and everything you've worked for reaches its final stage and becomes the real end phase of who you are. Anyone who starts knowing you at this stage can navigate the type of person you are (from your past) and not have a reason to think you'll still change into new characters. There's nothing much to come up with after this as you're practically done creating yourself. All you do now is mainly enjoy the fruits of your labour whilst simultaneously working on the career you been building, and also maintain the public image you've established. Your authority, your power, and your achievements are at their peak here. So the sign you have here is how you show all of this.

11th house - [42 to 50 years old]: This is when you're growing old and out of your peak. You're still a valuable part of the world and play a good role in people's lives, but you're basically leaving that zone of only focusing on yourself and you instead focus more on helping the community or leaving a legacy. The 11th house is about humanitarianism, social/global awareness, the community, social groups, end goals, and the future as a whole. So as you're more focused on these things because you're at the age where there's nothing much else to do but help out and be a great member of society for your final years. The sign you have here though can determine how you act out in all these instances. Cause if you have a Sagittarius 11th house for example, then you could be quite youthful and lowkey a rebel against societal norms. So in you helping out the community, you let people to see this vision that's a different version of norms. Like normalizing stretch marks or bringing a new genre or idea of music or wearing clothes that are weird at first but end up being quirky and cool.

12th house - [50 years old to death]: And at this final age stage of life, you're about to transcend out of your body and purely to your soul, so your soul innately/naturally starts feeling connected to its end stage where it's about to retreat from the world. This could be through last acts of service to humanity, deep connections with spirituality, healing, contentment, confinement, self-reflection, understanding karma, and dreaming. These all occur the most once you get to this age. Depending on the sign you have in this sign, you could experience a deep or light transcendence when you get to this age stage.

BUT - huge disclaimer:

The ages vary according to the maturity of a person's life. So for example, for one person, Cancer is in their 6H but they only start developing into their Cancer age stage at 21. At 19 or 20 they still present their Gemini age stage, because everyone differs, including the maturity of their age stages. So they feel more Cancer at an older age.

So... it depends on your life.

But this is most of the route or path of life many people go through.

Also, I'm starting to believe and see that wherever Cancer is in your house is where you feel pretty maternal/paternal, or you're just really loving and caring towards the people around you.

And wherever Leo is in your houses is most likely your shining point or prime of your life; things work out for the best for you at that Age Stage.

For example, Beyonce has her 10th house in Cancer and right now she's pretty much experiencing her 10th house age stage cause we can see how she's pretty maternal and motherly. Cancer is also pretty emotional so we've seen that after the whole cheating saga, she released all her emotions through an entire album. And Angelina Jolie has Cancer in her 1st house, and like I said 'the sign you have in 1H is the sign you act as in your approach to life from the beginning to the end', we can see how she's always felt pretty maternal, so that's why she's grown to have a lot of children (by even adopting some).

Another example, Rihanna having Leo in her 5th house, that's when she was practically discovered (16). And Kim K, she has Leo in her 9th house and that was when she was at the peak of her fame, from 2013 onwards, when she was beginning her 30's. And Ariana Grande has Leo in her 8th house, which I'd say is the age stage she's in currently, considering how she's the female pop singer that's topping charts the most lately.

So, conclusively, this is why I'd really think Age Stage in the houses is a thing.

And if you are trying to understand why your life is going hella sad and boring for the past 4 or 5 years, try and look at the sign in which your Age Stage is at in the houses. Cause it could be Pisces, Scorpio, or Capricorn. [Their rulers] Saturn, Pluto and Neptune can bring tense and deep energy that can make life pretty hectic. But, there are also profection years, so you can look at those too.

[koolkat9]

FrUk Week 2021: Day2

@hetaliashipsweek

Prompt: Childhood/Old Age

Paring: FrUk

Word Count: 2012

The Luckiest Man Alive

They had been married for fifty years. It still was hard for Arthur to believe. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful, but at the back of his mind, there had always been that lingering thought that Francis would finally notice all his shortcomings and leave him. At least over the years, that voice had quieted immensely and Arthur learned to allow himself to be happy without worrying that it would be taken away from him.

If someone had told five-year-old Arthur that the annoying little French boy in his class would eventually become his lover, he would have kicked them in the shins. No way he could ever like someone as snobbish as Francis. The boy never failed to insult Arthur’s ‘fashion sense’ or steal his pencils. Then again it probably didn’t help that Arthur had the tendency to pull Francis’ hair and steal his books. By the first grade, things had escalated to the point the two physically and verbally fought on the daily. There were a lot of punches, bruises, and meetings with the principal during those elementary school years, but for some reason, they always kept coming back to each other.

Middle school rolled around and life got complicated. During the final years of elementary school, Arthur’s mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness. What that illness was was never revealed to Arthur even after her death, but that didn’t stop it from tearing the family apart. He had never gotten along with his brothers, but with their mother being in and out of the hospital and pressure being added onto all of them, especially Alister, they began taking out their stress on each other. They fought every day with some confrontations turning physical (on both ends). After a particularly bad fight, Arthur showed up to school with a black eye. At lunch Francis inquired about it, pushing him until he snapped and shoved Francis against the locker, hissing, “My mom’s sick and my brothers hate my guts so shut up or you’re going to be my punching bag.” 

For once, Francis was shocked, and instead of shoving Arthur back, his gaze softened as he said, “I’m so sorry to hear that Arthur.” Before he could do anything else, Arthur pulled away and took off down the hall. It wouldn’t be the last argument that ended with secrets being revealed. At least both had enough respect not to bring them up again.

By the time high school rolled around, the few friends Arthur had made over his childhood years had moved away or went to the other high school in town. The only person he knew going in was Francis and once more the two of them gravitated towards each other, but this time it wasn’t for a fight. Arthur was tired. His mother had passed away a month before school had started and the feeling of home left with her. The Brit had become a shell of his former self, often isolating himself in the school library during his free time and throwing himself into his school work. He didn’t socialize unless he had to for class and began avoiding Francis like the plague. It began to worry Francis and around Christmas of their first year, Francis cornered Arthur in the library, ready to get to the bottom of whatever was eating at his enemy. Surprisingly it was easier than he thought as the Brit quickly broke down and through tears began explaining everything. The fact his mom died, that he was sick and tired of arguing with his brothers and has been couch hopping for a couple of weeks because he didn’t want to go home, and every other minor inconvenience that had been building up in his life. 

Francis was stunned into silence, but before Arthur could run away like he always did when things got too personal, the French boy pulled him into a tight embrace. And Arthur let him, too tired for any struggle or to push his emotions deep down again. Francis had invited him to stay over that night and Arthur had accepted though he was hesitant. There were no arguments or fighting for once and instead they talked about other things, interests, classes, other normal teen stuff. It was nice and for the first time in the past three years, Arthur felt safe and comfortable. 

After that fateful day, fights between them grew few and far between. They still bickered and argued, but it was now a more friendly matter. Francis introduced Arthur to his new friends Antonio and Gilbert and the four would remain friends well into adulthood and even old age. They were annoying just like Francis, but they also cared about him and were there for him when he needed it. But he could really do without the constant jab that Francis and he were like ‘an old married couple.’

College is when Arthur’s feelings of friendship started becoming feelings of romantic love. Francis had found a cheap apartment not far from their school and the two decided to rent it together to save money. They fell into quite a domestic routine. Francis cooked for him since Arthur could never make anything not burnt while Arthur did the dishes. Francis did laundry while Arthur folded and put the clothes away. Arthur would go out to the small garden on their balcony and Francis would join him a few minutes later with water or juice and a little snack for them. Francis had a lot of morning classes so Arthur would wake him up with a cup of coffee or tea. Arthur finally felt at home and he realized he wanted to live with Francis for the rest of his life. He tried to deny it at first, but each time Francis smiled Arthur felt his insides melt and whenever he called his name in the soft moments of the evening, he imagined being called to cuddle with him. He loved Francis, but he was too scared of possibly losing him if his feelings became known. After all, their relationship had already been turbulent, why shake it up even more?

Although they may have been getting along better than they ever had, they were still Francis and Arthur, prideful through and through and unable to go too long without some form of argument. Things were starting to build up on Arthur again with school and his growing feelings and he was starting to become more snappy than normal. They had had a few of their friendly arguments before, but eventually, everything became too much and Arthur went off at Francis when the Frenchman pushed a little too hard. “I thought we told each other everything,” Francis screamed.

“Shut up!”

“No. Not until you get it through your thick skull that pushing things down until they boil over is not healthy. I don’t even know why I bother? You’ve never listen-”

Next thing either of them knew, Arthur had Francis pinned against the wall, silencing him with a heated, angry kiss. As soon as Arthur noticed what he was doing, he pulled away, but not enough to let Francis go. The Frenchman looked at him, cheeks red, hair a mess, and eyes wide. Without a word they leaned in once more, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. 

The following morning, Arthur awoke, wrapped up in Francis’ arms in Francis’ bed, clothes strewn around the room. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire the sleeping man next to him. Even with bedhead, Francis’ hair still looked beautiful and soft. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed, bare shoulder slightly exposed. He looked so peaceful and content which made Arthur’s heart flutter.

“Like what you see?” Francis asked, his eyes opening halfway and a soft smile spreading across his face. 

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.” 

And Arthur did, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss on Francis’ lips. When he retreated back, embarrassment and doubt began setting. What did this mean now? Were they lovers? What if things didn’t end up well? He couldn’t bear to lose this man after everything they had been through. Maybe it was best to just forget what had happened and go back to being friends. 

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” Arthur stuttered out. He pulled the covers up defensively, trying to avoid that kind loving gaze.

Francis was quiet for a moment and when Arthur stole a glance at him, he almost looked disappointed. “You know?” Francis began, his smile quickly returning, “We don’t have to call it anything you don’t want to. You liked what happened last night right?”

“I-I suppose…”

“I did too. Would you want to do more than just that? Like cuddle, kiss, and all that?”

Arthur was silent as he thought it over, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “If it makes it easier,” Francis continued, “I wouldn’t mind doing that kind of stuff, but if you don’t want to...I won’t push.”

Francis really was perfect. Attentive, loving, respectful when it mattered. What did he see in Arthur who just seemed to be a ball of anger and pent-up feelings? But the knowledge they wouldn’t be making this an official thing (at least not yet), put Arthur at ease and he decided to accept it. 

A couple months later, Arthur had worked up the courage to accept Francis’ offer of a date, and of course, being the thoughtful lover the man was, Francis provided him with the ideal date. They had gone to the park for a picnic lunch before heading to the theatre for a show. At night they cuddled up in Francis’ bed and fell asleep. It had been a pretty good day, but Arthur’s competitiveness had been sparked. Next date, he was planning it and he was going to impress Francis.

He got a reservation at the new French restaurant in town. Francis seemed to have enjoyed the food, but he said he could have always made such a meal at home. Arthur only rolled his eyes telling him that he was doing something nice for him so be grateful. Francis had giggled, making Arthur realize just how deep he was. It was exhilarating and a little nerve-wracking. After dinner, they headed out back to a garden area where a wishing well stood. “Do you have a coin?” Francis asked, peering into the well. 

“You’re lucky, here.” 

Francis pulled the coin to his chest closing his eyes before tossing it into the well with a plop. 

“What did you wish for?” Arthur asked, peering down into the well.

Francis brought a finger to his lips with a wink. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

Arthur’s nostalgia trip was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a firm kiss being pressed into his neck.

“What are you doing mon amour?” Francis asked in a low voice.

“Just...reminiscing.” Arthur lifted his hand, admiring the silver band on his finger. “Who would have thought we’d be here, like this, all those years ago.”

Francis chuckled. “Mhm. At least my wish came true.”

Arthur twisted his head to get a better look at the man behind him“Are you talking about that one you made on our second date?”

“Oui.”

“And what was it?”

“I would marry and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You big sap.”

“Peut-être, but you love me for it.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Oh, you wound me,” Francis exclaimed, clutching his chest. 

The two lovers erupted into a fit of laughter before going in for a kiss. It was sweet and quick, matching the playful moment. I couldn’t last forever as Arthur noticed the time. “We better go pick up the boys from the airport,” he suggested,  “they’ll be landing soon.”

Francis planted one more kiss on his forehead, before taking Arthur’s hand and pulling him out the door. Truly, Arthur was the luckiest man in the world and he had over fifty years' worth of evidence to prove it.

[drwcn]

Hello~ may i ask you something about Chinese culture? i'm a white person and i know that wearing traditional clothes from other cultures (for example as a street wear) simply because it's beautiful is disrespectful because it's also a form of cultural appropriation. A few months ago one of my friends and i were talking and exchanging facts about our cultures and lifestyles and i made a comment about how stunning some hanfu she showed me were and her first reaction was " oh you like it? what's your favorite color i can buy you that one! " and she was quite gleeful and seemed to be unaware of the ethical problem behind me wearing these clothes.. i kindly refused but it's been puzzling me for some time now and so I'd like to know a bit more about it so i can maybe educate myself on this matter and explain my position better next time such as why I can't wear these clothes. i'm really sorry to drop this important and not so simple ask on you but i actually don't know anyone else i could ask, also know that you don't need to answer this if you're uncomfortable or anything tho! it's such a long text omg again sorry for taking up so much of your time aldhsks i hope your day will be great 💝

Hi friend! 

From where I stand if you want one, you should get one, especially if your friend is willing to help you pick a nice one. :) 

Here’s the thing about culture appropriation - everyone has a different opinion on it, so even if I say something, another Chinese person can disagree and that’s valid. 

I have a feeling, just a feeing, that if you go to China and buy a hanfu and put it on and walk around in it, most Chinese people aren’t gonna come up to you and say hey! this is cultural appropriation! In fact they might ask to take pictures with you.

That’s gonna be different if you did the same thing in New York, or Montreal, or Sydney, or London. 

I’m not a sociologist or anthropologist or political scientist, but I am a young person who has a lot of incongruous feelings towards cultural appropriation. There are obvious answers. Any action whereby an item/accessory from a certain culture is used in a mocking or offensive way, or is used as a costume or a gimmick, is of course entirely inappropriate. This is the obvious answer. But, the question that is often asked, and the exactly thing you are getting, is: what if I’m not intending to be offensive? What if I just like it? What if I want to honour it and support it? 

And the answer to that is complicated. 

I am a CN diaspora, and from what I’m seen and experienced, the term “cultural appropriate” comes from a place of fear and feeling of threat. For countries like the US where the population is very diverse and there’s a pressure to assimilate and fit in, there used to be a time when immigrants felt they had to do everything in their power to be more integrated into the new community they landed in and that meant turning their backs on the culture that they’ve left behind. 

The movement we see more and more nowadays is the reclaiming of some of that lost culture and the embracing of every aspect of one’s identity. However, the part of us that’s not quite “white enough”, that we’re just starting to build up the courage to be proud of, is still so tender, so raw, so vulnerable to any kind of assault from outside forces. The fear that we used to feel, the fear of being completely ourselves, it never truly goes away. It’s in the memory of being embarrassed to bring cultural food to lunch at school and wishing your mom could just pack you pizza. It’s the awkward moments when you can’t wear the shorts you want like the other girls in your class because your immigrant mother/father says it’s not appropriate. It’s loving a wuxia story and having no one to share it with because all your friends are non-cn and you’re 14 and everything is embarrassing. Imagine carrying that your entire life, that heavy mixture of shame and fear, and waking up one day and suddenly some pop artist is using aspects of your culture in their music video. Just for the aesthetics. And for that they’re getting millions of hits on youtube and making a fuckton of money. 

The very thing that had caused you so much grief, so much mockery and stress, is being used and monetized. How could you be okay with it? Especially when commercialization often comes with sexualization and objectification as well.  Now what if it’s not some famous person, what if it’s just a random citizen who wants to put on a kimono or a hanfu? Is that okay? Then it really depends on who you’re asking and what their relationship is with their cultural identity. Personally, I don’t really care because the community that I grew up in was very accepting of my culture. I never experienced as much cultural threat as other cn disasporas in other communities. So, like your friend who is CN (I’m assuming), I don’t feel as though my own identity is being infringed upon if you were to wear hanfu. In fact, I would take it as you being interested in my culture.  But imagine someone who comes from a community where they weren’t allowed to freely express their unique cultural idiosyncracies, where they felt much more pressured to assimilate and fit in. I would think that you wearing hanfu would be absolutely seen as cultural appropriation in that case. Because the bottom line is, if they wore hanfu in their community, they would’ve probably been mocked for it, and so a person who is non-cn wearing hanfu just for fun, cheapens the struggles and the pain that they must’ve experienced ongoingly in their life. In simple words: imagine an unpopular kid at school had a mole on their face, a mole which earned them constant mockery from the popular kids. One day, however, one of the popular kids decided having a mole is “cool” and “sexy”, and drew one on their face and began sporting it around. Suddenly everyone is doing it. That kid with the mole is probably thinking having a mole is my thing, it’s part of who I am, I can’t change it, and you made my life hell because of it. Now, not only are you being a complete hypocrite, you’re also taking away a part of my identity. You’re removing the mole from it’s origin, from its context, and you’re drawing it on your face just because you like the look of it. 

There’s a reason why Chinese people from China don’t care if you go to and buy all the hanfu you want. A) it’s generating business, but more importantly B) Chinese people in China are secure in their cultural identity. Being Chinese is their every day life, it’s their norm, their background, their default. By you wishing to try Chinese clothes, eating Chinese food, to them you’re simply going with the flow of their society. Diasporas on the other hand have a completely different relationship with our culture. We’ve had to fight to carve out a space that’s just for ourselves, and no diaspora’s experience is going to be the same as another. Therefore, our relationship with our culture, and with the term “cultural appropriation” is going to be very different. 

[jbbuckybarnes]

Scared & Sacred - Ch. 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: pregnancy, angst, lots of emotions, canon typical violence NOTE BEFORE READING: Din is already heavily questioning what he grew up with in this story. If you don’t like that or think it’s too ooc then please don’t read it.

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 1 - Scared

You were scared, so scared. You‘d been under Din‘s protection for a couple months now as you were part of a royal family that was hunted by the Empire. Both of you had danced around each other a lot, sharing tiny details here and there. You had grown closer to each other fast. It was amazing how fast two people could develop feelings without talking to each other much. The little gestures here and there were enough. But now you were finished counting the weeks on your holopad and you knew something was wrong. You were healthy after growing up in privilege. You didn‘t just stop having your cycle without a reason. The connection you had to your own body was a gift that you knew others couldn‘t indulge in, but it made you frantic even more. If something was off in your body you would‘ve noticed. 

You hadn‘t been private like this often. Only three times. 3 months ago, after the tension in the Crest had risen way too high. 2 months ago after you got hurt by a mercenary coming for you. 3 weeks ago, when you knew he needed to sleep and wouldn‘t give in so you took it into your own hands. You‘d like to think it was the second time. It was out of pure love, concern and passion. 

It was almost a given that he would react negatively if you told him. You weren‘t in a real relationship, you were constantly on the go with a dangerous job and you happened to be hunted for, not something that got easier with a child. But then you also knew that children are sacred in Din‘s religion. He told you when you were talking about Grogu. He also managed to survive with him, even though he got captured twice...and had magic powers to defend himself somewhat. A sigh left you as you sat up and typed into the holopad to figure out how to be sure that you were with child without a physician.

After you went through all the little things you‘ve found on the databanks, you were pretty sure. Still needed to see a nurse droid somewhere, but the signs were almost all there. All you were missing was nausea, but you knew not everyone had that. Your mother told you once that she never got sick with you. That must be the case with you too. 

„Dank ferrik,“ you murmured and heard a coo below you before you saw Grogu peak up to you. „Oh, hi Grogu.“ He answered with the coo he always made when called by his name. You picked up the little child and went over his big ears as he angled his head. „I‘m okay, just a little overwhelmed.“ You gave a reassuring smile but it didn‘t satisfy him. He wiggled to sit on your lap, put his tiny claws on your tummy and closed his eyes. You could feel a tingle for a couple seconds before he opened his big inky eyes again. „I know.“ You gave a smile with weak eyes and watched him snuggle against you. „I know you‘ll love them.“ You smiled and went over the back of his head, knowing that at least one being was happy about these news.

The next planet you landed on was a mix between Sorgan and Yavin-4. A little more modern than Sorgan, but not quite as full of people as Yavin-4. You parted ways at the ramp. He was searching for an old friend with Grogu in his arm and you were about to get supplies for the further fly with a blaster and a knife beneath your cloak. He taught you how to shoot right in the beginning of your shared journey and it had saved you a couple times already. 

A ball-droid solemnly rolled past you like a little child and you crouched down in front of it to get its attention. A whirr was audible and you started smiling. „Hey, do you know where I can find a nurse droid?“ The astromech turned its head towards a small grey building and beeped. „Thank you, little one.“ You saw him wobble a bit, happy to have helped you. On the way to the building you got a couple of rations and veggies for the soup you planned on making in the evening.

„How can I help you?“ A small orange-pink woman asked when you stepped into the house. „I was told I could find a nurse droid here?“ You smiled at the old woman. „Yes, you‘re in luck. Second room to the right just got finished. Go ahead.“ You calmly walked towards the room and looked around for threats before stepping in. „What brings you here?“ The nurse droid beeped. „I suspect I might be pregnant. I wanted to make sure it‘s true and it‘s healthy.“ You gave a shy smile. You were told to lay down, the droid hovering next to you and slowly scanning your lower belly a couple times. „Yes, yes. You are with child, human. 2 months old, I don‘t detect any mutations. Do you have any symptoms?“ It looked up at you. „Not yet, thankfully.“ You nodded and the droid hummed. „You will need a lot of rest, dear. I will give you a bacta spray and pain killers, you seem like you travel a lot. You will need it.“ It turned around and went to get the things she mentioned. „It should be checked once a month if possible and bed rest is essential in the last 4 weeks of pregnancy.“ It continued while returning with the supplies. It seemed to have worked here for as long as the women at the front desk. Read you like a book. „Thank you. I‘m very grateful for what you do.“ You bowed your head a little as you took the things. „Stay healthy and come back here if you ever need anything, human.“ You nodded before stepping out. The two things she handed you landing in your bag. On the way back to the ship you got a few buns of bread, a bit of meat and treats for Grogu.

After you had unloaded your back inside of the Crest and put away all the food you sat down in your cot with the things the droid had handed you. An emergency bacta spray, a bottle of pregnancy-friendly painkillers and a tiny booklet. You opened the booklet. *Human babies need to stay in the womb for at least 36 weeks to be birthed without big complications. 40 weeks is ideal. Pregnant women should check up at least once a month and every week in the last two months of pregnancy.* You scanned over all types of information about your body, what you would need in each month, when it would start moving and how to prepare for birth. Now it finally set in fully. You were having a baby. With a man that you‘ve only seen with a damn beskar helmet on. Your eyes went down on yourself before you put a hand on your belly that didn‘t show yet. „We‘re gonna be okay.“ You whispered before you heard the ramp open and hid the booklet away between your pillow and the thin material you called a mattress.

„And?“ You looked up at him when he entered your eyesight. „Not much, just a lead on another Mandalorian.“ He shrugged before grabbing a bottle he got, turning around and lifting the helmet enough to drink a little. The child looked up at him curiously, like he always did when Mando did this. „I‘m gonna make soup in a bit.“ You mentioned and got a little hum back before he went up the ladder to take off again. Grogu slowly made his way over to you as you got up to get the veggies ready. He always liked to help with making food. Mainly because he could steal away little bits of it everytime. You put two different veggies in front of him and pointed at them, „Do you think it‘s a brother or a sister?“ He grabbed the one you pointed at for sister and held it up with babbles coming from his tiny mouth. „I‘d love that too.“ You smiled at him with fondness before grabbing the veggie from his hands to cut it up.

Din came down the ladder shortly after, taking off his main armor and putting away some things you had laying around. He was a little neat freak inside of his ship. Understandable when you‘re locked in here the majority of your life. He organized clothes back to where they belonged, checked through his weapons, made his bed and then went over to make yours. You didn‘t see him for a while after that.

The soup was done in no time, the wait for it to finish being filled with tiny giggles and a hovering ball. You brought Din his food up, slices of bread decorated around it. You knew he appreciated the extra work you put in, even though he never said it. He squeezed your hand before you walked out and got food for yourself and the child. You talked back and forth. It was your favorite part of the day. Grogu babbled between his sips of soup and you answered as if you understood what he said. It made him happy and tired. After you were done you washed both of your dishes together. He was allowed to wash them and you dried them and put them away again. And then his eyes started to get heavy. Every single time. You hummed him to sleep before putting him in his little hammock to sleep. The door hissed and closed and you stood there for a second and justed breathed. Up until you heard a „We should talk.“ and jumped at his voice. „Why, yes, of course.“ You followed him to the cockpit and sat down in your seat and he in the pilot seat facing you.

He sighed, „I found this in your bed while I made it.“ He held up the tiny booklet you had hidden between your pillow and the mattress. Your eyes widened and you couldn‘t form words. „I know you‘re having strong feelings for me, cyare, but we‘re not this far along. It wouldn‘t be safe here anyway. I really want this with you one day, but I don‘t want to get your hopes up. Yeah?“ He explained and put the booklet into your lap. How could you tell him the news after what he had said just now? He wasn‘t ready for this. Hell, neither were you. But you wouldn‘t get rid of it. You couldn‘t. You figured you‘d have to leave before you started showing. He didn‘t need the work and worry of another child around him. You expected it, but it still hurt. „Yeah.“ You nodded, grabbed the booklet and headed out without looking at him again. It wasn‘t like you. Even when you were mad or upset you looked up at him to make sure he was aware. You were direct like that. But right now? It felt like you had just built walls of ice around you. You would need them.

You got into bed, grabbed your holopad and started making a list with what you would need to pack and prepare. You figured two more supply runs where you bought some extra food and another bag would be enough. You‘d take one of his weapons he never used and a couple clothes. Then all you had to do was wait for the right planet to just disappear on, while he was busy. You‘d make your way back to the planet you were on today and go from there. You‘d miss Grogu, you‘d miss HIM, but you would miss yourself the most if you had to decide against your unborn child.

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