#*: you know that kind of apologism that doesn't involve making excuses but involves going to war against the people that don't

[bredforloyalty]

Tbh the only reason I wanted to watch euphoria was for the weird stuff I heard went on between Nate and his dad.. if you get that far whenever all that is I’d love to hear your verdict

💀💀💀 clocked as expected i see. i mean expected from me and y'all as well (that the clocking would happen fast) and from us but i love us!! <3 i love the way we love watch and read things and discuss them . so the way we love basically

i also just heard from the dear sara @wombesties who is an expert but now that i think about it my sister has been there from the beginning and she was alwaysss talking about nate and how she's sick to death of what people say about him so i trust that she's a nate understander and unofficial apologist* so the apple doesn't fall far from the.... i mean the apples that are from the same tree. hmm well you get it

and omg my verdict..... i get to have a verdict what should i say about it should i say if it was compelling or if it's worth watching for that alone or just my verdict in general. i'm getting flustered here

[primofate]

"Where'd you get that bruise--Oh," in which your Genshin lover gets a good look at the first hickey he left

Warnings: please excuse mistakes as I'm on a time crunch and also sleep deprived, suggestive but still safe for work, humorous in some parts

Other works in this series: (You say I love you for the first time)

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader  

Aether

gets flustered

"Uh-Umm... Maybe, you should..."

he wants to say cover it up but who is he to tell you what to do?

Starts to second guess if he really gave you that

Will start to think about the events of last night and deflates with embarrassment

Finally points it out, feels kind of bad that he left a mark

"It's just...distracting...I'm sorry if it hurt,"

Albedo

stares at it for the longest time.

There's a half smile, half amused look on his face, like he wants to be happy about it but doesn't want to be too obvious.

Just chuckles and points it out without any shyness whatsoever

"It's rather obvious, but do with it what you will,"

Comes up with some sort of concealing potion to help you hide it

Brews about a 100 of 'em

Alhaitham

Sort of does a double take, looks at it for a few seconds then looks you in the eye

"I'd advise you to hide it,"

he really only says that to keep things professional when the two of you go out

but in the next second he snakes a hand up your arm with a small secret smirk between the two of you

"However, I can't say that it won't happen again...Specially when..."

He recalls the events of last night at this moment, and it seems as if he's staring into your soul. He breaks away from you with a slight hum.

"...I best be going now."

He leaves you confused, but he only hurried off because he felt an urge to give you another one then and there.

Ayato

chuckles to himself

"Well, there's no hiding that I enjoyed myself,"

but gives you helpful suggestions on how to conceal it or at least make the colour less obvious, like putting ice against it, or something.

Speaking of ice, you can simply get it from the kitchen but Ayato is a tease... "I suppose my dear sister can adequately help you with that...Though what, pray tell, would you tell her?"

You kind of shrug and say that you'll tell her an animal bit you.

Ayato is amused "An animal," but there's a twinkle and hint of lust in his eyes. "Yes, perhaps that's what I become when it involves you. The statement isn't exactly a lie,"

Cyno

is silent. Not sure if he's happy about it or horrified.

Feels like a crime cause it looks like a bruise.

Does not say anything for a good minute because he simply doesn't know what to say and is talking to himself in his mind

Like Was I really the one who did that? Last night must've been...

Snaps out of his stupor when he's reminded of the events and clears his throat to catch your attention.

"Y/N...You...I...I've managed to leave a mark...on your neck..."

You absentmindedly touch it and let out a small ohhhhhhh in understanding

Clears his throat again and looks away, pretending to be busy with something. Flustered and doesn't know what else to say.

Dainsleif

Eyebrows involuntarily raise up at the marks.

Points it out immediately

"My dear, it seems that I had a favourite spot last night," and taps on your neck to let you know what exactly he means.

"I can conceal it with a little trick of mine, if you don't mind," he says he can make it invisible to the ordinary eye but some "special" people can see it, so...

"I suppose if you run into the traveller that you'd have to be honest about it. Hm? No, I don't quite mind if they know of our relationship,"

Diluc

is surprised, then apologetic

He didn't know is fully aware how rough he had been last night

Apologizes with a slight tint of red on his cheeks and can't seem to pry his eyes away from it.

"My apologies, Y/N. It looks like I was rather...careless...last night. You should wear something with a collar today...or perhaps, my coat?"

Is seriously considering repenting about it

Itto

"Whoa--"

Is legit about to throw hands but then remembers

"Oh yeah. I did that." while scratching his head bashfully

No shame about it afterwards, even has the gall to say

"I'm surprised it doesn't look worse! It was pretty wild last nig--"

You have to cover his mouth to save yourself from embarrassment

Kaeya

smirks and leans in close to brush his fingers against the hickey.

"It isn't the most flattering of marks but... it gives me quite the sense of accomplishment,"

winks, deadass tries to give you another one right away.

"How about we try that again? Just to even it out on both sides of your neck,"

is only half joking

Lyney

mischievous laugh

is more happy about it than shy, embarrassed or apologetic

"That wasn't very nice of me wasn't it?" but is still smiling

"Unfortunately I don't think I have any magic tricks up my sleeve to fix this one,"

Grabs and hugs you by the waist "I guess we'll just have to stay in, the two of us, until it's unnoticeable"

always looking for an excuse to spend alone time with you.

Neuvillette

clears his throat almost immediately when he sees it, like he choked on water

"Y/N," he starts rather sternly but falters and takes a few seconds to think.

"May I suggest wearing a scarf today?" is awkward about pointing it out so goes the roundabout way. You're so confused because it's the middle of summer.

"Well," he coughs once to try an explain to you. "I didn't have all manners of restraint last night...You were simply...irresistible,"

points it out by gently thumbing at it

Scaramouche

shit-eating grin at the sight of it

Doesn't tell you to cover it up, most likely wants you to go parading around with it.

"Tsk. What's the harm if people ask? Just be honest and tell them," he's just fucking around with your head now

but snatches your wrist and looks you straight in the eye with a confident smirk "And be sure to tell them who gave it to you. That'll teach them to back off,"

Tartaglia

laughs but is slightly apologetic

"Couldn't hold myself back, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

You tell him that the next time he leaves a hickey, he should leave it somewhere where it's more concealed.

"Oh?" sudden glint in his eyes. You might have said the wrong thing. "No take backs, Y/N,"

I think you know what or where he's thinking about

Tighnari

Doesn't say anything at first but immediately whips up a remedy for it. Some sort of green paste that helps with inflammation.

"Here," and hands you the bowl of herbs. "For that,"

He doesn't point at it but instead eyes it rather obviously

He also watches you put the paste on "Alright, just leave it for a few minutes and it should heal wonderfully,"

He doesn't exactly feel guilty but he's more worried that people will look at you weirdly.

"I suppose I'll have to be careful next time," with a sigh.

Wriothesley

laughs but bashfully face palms and tilts his head backwards

Recovers quickly and smiles apologetically

"Sorry love, couldn't hold myself back it looks like," lovingly takes your face in his palms

Can't hold his smile back "But can you blame me? I'm not gunna hide that I was way too excited,"

Suggests you to put a bandage of some sort over it.

"I'll try to be careful next time, but no promises,"

Xiao

Freezes while looking at it

For a split second is confused where you got such a mark but then flusters himself when he remembers it was from him.

"...Y/N..."

seriously does not know what to say

stands there staring at it that you finally just check in the mirror yourself. He hears you gasp and he kind of winces to himself and now feels a little guilty.

"I...didn't mean to hurt you,"

You quickly tell him it doesn't hurt, but you were just surprised.

Thinks for a moment, then mumbles, you can barely hear him "...So it's alright to do it again?"

Zhongli

chuckles, not shy about it. just amused.

"It's no one's fault except my own. I merely wasn't paying heed to how...carnal...my desires were,"

he again chuckles as he explains.

"Not to worry darling, I'm sure Bubu Pharmacy has something to remedy it. I'll be back with it in tow,"

brushes his fingers against the hickey as some sort of apology and promise that he'll fix it

End

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

or

mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

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Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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[fiddleyoumust]

I really thought Your Sky was going to be a sweet, silly little show. Honestly, I never expect much in the plot department when it comes to Domundi shows. They know how to cook in the chemistry department, and they lean heavily into how fire their pairings are to carry bad scripts. It's FINE. I'm always going to watch their stuff because FIRE CHEMISTRY.

So, color me surprised that Your Sky is actually saying something to me. I'm not even sure if it's intentional, but this show has really shone a light on the way women are often backed into corners via the pressure society places on us to be kind and considerate, often to the detriment of our autonomy.

And the most brilliant part is they're using a man to show this. It's only episode 4, and we've gotten so many examples of behavior that women can deeply relate to.

- being placed in a situation where your options are to publicly embarrass, humiliate, or hurt someone OR agree to something you don't want to do

The lesson being, you should NOT have an audience for confessions, proposals, or asking someone out. It doesn't have anything to do with anyone else. Leave other people out of it. Teerak has had this happen twice now - with Oh's friends around to pile on in his pursuit of Teerak and with his ex-girlfriend's birthday confession. It was nice to see the ex acknowledge that she was actually the cause of that outcome by putting Rak in an uncomfortable position.

- having your own autonomy and desires mean nothing to a man pursuing you until you involve another man.

Teerak's physical cues should have been enough to tell Oh that he's making Teerak uncomfortable, but Oh doesn't see Teerak as a person. He's a possession, and possessions don't have autonomy. They have owners. And that's why he's suddenly in vengeful pursuit. He was never going to take no for an answer, but now that Fah showed up, the thing he wants has an owner, and it's not him. He can't stand it. How many women do you know who wear a fake engagement ring or use the "i have a boyfriend " excuse to get out of unwanted pursuits? Men don't respect women because to a lot of them, women are possessions. They respect women's owners. 🙂

Fah, on the other hand, is the standard. When he put Teerak in an uncomfortable position by saying he was his boyfriend, he apologized and then asked Rak how he wanted to move forward. He let Rak take the lead and does his best to give him the space to make comfortable decisions for himself. He LISTENS. He sees Teerak as a person and treats him with all the respect Teerak deserves.

I don't know! I'm just loving this little show. It's sweet and heartwarming, but it's also got some things to SAY.

[pearwaldorf]

Thinking about this meta and all the things that have happened this season with Izzy. It's not just that the writers and Jenkins have pushed back against all the nonsense, they've done it in a way that feels extremely targeted towards the, ah, less charitable interpretations. (I could be completely reading into it! I know some of the writers are familiar with fandom, although I do not know if they keep tabs on OFMD fandom.)

Stede's fantasy sequence in E1 is obviously a send-up of not just silly romance tropes, but predictions about what people thought would happen. Y'all, everybody involved in this show is extremely genre-aware. Do you think they'd play it straight like that?

Everything about the previous order has been upset, making room for new combinations of relationships (Izzy and both crews, Izzy and Blackbeard's crew, Izzy and Stede), or inversions of previous dynamics (Lucius).

And Darcy's observation that sometimes you extend grace to somebody who probably doesn't deserve it (because it isn't always about them) struck me. It's such a kind thing you rarely see in media, for people not just to look past harm that's been done to them by a specific person, but to extend the hand they wish they'd been given in the same situation. To the person who harmed them.

It's not apologism or excusing the behavior. It's looking past what was done and extending empathy and community to somebody who is obviously hurting.

And to me, all of this feels like the show tugging at your sleeve and going "Hey. Look at this. Isn't this way more interesting than what you thought was going to happen? Aren't you more entertained? Aren't you glad there's less hurt in the world? Isn't this better?"

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival dealing with a transphobic family friend/ customer (ftm reader)

Warnings: transphobia. Spicy♦️ for Morvay.

Scene:

Your boyfriend decides to visit you at your job because he misses you and doesn't get to see you enough. Just a little visit to see how you're doing. He comes in and takes a seat in the corner of the cafe to wait for you to come over when you get a free minute. What he didn't expect to see was what looked like a family friend to be harassing you and actively misgendering you. Not to mention the invasive questions she has the gall to ask you…

Yakumo

Do you not hear the awful things this person is calling you? Girl? She? WIFE!? No no no, why aren't you correcting her? No sooner does the question run through his mind does he notice the tired and worn down look on your face. Like you've been through this a thousand times before and you're just waiting for it to be over again.

Anxiety be damned, he approaches the table as confidently as he could. Back straight but his fingers were laced together.

“Excuse me, you're making him uncomfortable.” His voice was quiet yet firm.

“Oh sweetie, no it's fine I know her mother.” She tried to wave him off, totally dismissing his presence.

“You're being rude. You should apologize to him.” They go back and forth like this for a minute before he gets really upset. So he turns his back to her and faces you directly. “I love you so much and you deserve so much better. When you're done working I'm going to make your favorite meal and we will cuddle until you feel better, okay?” His words are soft and caring. You know he wants nothing more than to take you out of this situation but knows he can't make a scene at your job.

When you get home he will do everything he can to remind you how masculine and perfect you are to him. He feels regret and wishes he could have done more in the moment, but also didn't want to get you in trouble at work or with your family.

Edmond

It takes him a moment to figure out what he's going to say. He is still cautious about having people know he is in a relationship with you, just for security reasons. So he can't just say “stop calling my boyfriend a girl.”. Ultimately he marches up to the table, stares the woman down, and in no uncertain terms tells her that her behavior is unacceptable.

“He has corrected you twice and you are actively disrespecting him by ignoring his claims.”

“If someone as bigoted as you frequents this establishment I can't imagine how much longer this shop will last.” As if on cue your manager rushes out to see what the fuss is about. Having an incident with the leader of the guards would be terrible for the cafe's reputation. After Edmond explained what happened your manager sided with him and basically gave her an ultimatum.

“Respect my employees or get out.”

She tried for a minute to get other patrons of the store to side with her but anybody who looked at the situation and saw Edmund standing there with his arms crossed knew better than to get involved. Unfortunately, instead of apologizing she simply left the store muttering curse words under her breath.

Olivine

He is probably the most polite of everyone here. He will ask the table if he can sit with them (of course they say yes because who's going to say no to Father Olivine). His heart breaks when he hears her nonsense tangent about “The great God of Klein made such a beautiful girl but she's wasting it by dressing like a man.”

It's so satisfying watching Olivine preach about how the God of Klein values individuals and makes their hearts perfect. “If his heart is a man's, then who are we to deny the great God of Klein’s judgment?” Everything she says to justify her transphobia he politely and lovingly shuts her down. “Those kinds of ideas are corrupting. Please, I think you should visit the temple and reflect on your own judgments.”

It's amazing watching her excuses be chipped away by someone who genuinely wants the best for people.

Quincy

He probably won't be quick to swoop in and “save you”. Honestly, he just wanted to hang out in your cafe while you worked. But now his day is ruined because somebody is upsetting his boyfriend, and clearly not respecting you no matter how many times you tried correcting them.

He quietly walks up behind you, his large frame casting a shadow over both you and the woman.

“See. That's what a real man looks like. Sweetie you could never compare so stop pretending.” The sickly sweet tone in her voice, the false compassion and pity left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes harder than intended. “This is what a real man looks like.” His voice was colder than any tone he's ever used around you before. You could feel the chill in your veins despite not being on the receiving end. You could see she was feeling the same effect you were, but much worse.

She stuttered as she tried to defend her transphobic views. Quincy stayed eerily silent until she was done spewing her bull shit. She took his silence as acceptance and by the end of her justification she gained a shit eating grin.

“If I ever hear you say that nonsense again I'm going to feed you to the bears in the wood territory.” Her face went pale as she realized he was not joking. Slowly she nodded her head, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Topper squeaked angrily at her and without another word Quincy returned to his seat. You could feel the warmth of his hand lingering on your shoulder even after he walked away, and the woman kept sneaking glances at him throughout her visit just to make sure he hadn't gotten up to do anything.

You know he didn't mean that threat seriously…right?

Kuya

He spent the better part of an hour watching you work before this family friend came in, just enjoying people watching and keeping an eye on you. That was until this family ‘friend’ came and started talking to you. Sitting just far enough away to make it difficult to hear what she was saying. Difficult, but he could still hear the pointed ‘she’s and ’her’s she spat. He didn't really care at first, not until he noticed you getting visibly uncomfortable. Normally he takes great pleasure in watching you squirm but this was different. This made him fume in a way he didn't know he could feel. Now isn't the time to think of his own feelings though, now was the time to make them stop.

He called you away from her table and asked you to make him something really quick. Probably something simple like a sandwich, but something that'll take you just enough time to get back so he can work. The moment you are out of the main dining area and in the kitchen he gets up and gingerly sits across the table from the surprised woman.

“I have something I think you should know~” He said in his normal sing-songy voice, curling his finger so she'll lean over the table for him. Slowly and clearly he whispers something in her ear, making sure she understood every word before leaning back in his seat to marvel at the appalled and horrified look on her face.

By the time you came back only a minute later she was gone and Kuya was back lazing in his seat, a sly smile on his face.

Blade

Sweet boy doesn't understand what the person is saying is malicious. It just turns into a back and forth of “darling is a boy” and “no she's a girl.” with both sides escalating until your manager skurries over to make them stop. When she stands up aggressively Blade almost goes into full protection mode.

You and your manager shift your focus from her to him. Blade doesn't stand down until you are holding him back and your manager kicking her out of the store.

When he comes back to his senses all he sees is you hugging him and he is happy as a clam. He doesn't even realize he almost went on a murder spree. Your manager is very tired and lets you go home early with Blade, just so he doesn't have to worry about Blade making another scene.

Garu

He hears everything that she's saying to you. Every nasty use of the wrong pronouns just made his fur prickle. His first instinct is to approach and get between you two but you've scolded him before about getting in the way of your job. His ears are pinned back against his head as he stares at the two of you.

He was patient enough to wait for you to be done taking her order. As soon as you leave her table he calls you over. “Are you okay? Why didn't you say anything? Do you need help?” His bombardment of questions hit you like a flood. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, practically staring into your soul. As you two were standing so close he could clearly smell the anxiety wafting off of you. He wanted to get rid of that smell, wanted the woman who caused it to go away, he just wanted to see you smile.

“It's okay Garu. She'll leave soon and I'll be fine.” You gave him a soft smile. His kindness always tugged at your heart.

“But she's upsetting my boyfriend!” He raised his voice a little as he was getting upset again. Not to the point of yelling but definitely to the point where she could hear you. It wasn't intentional but her face went red anyway. You gave him a quick kiss before thanking him and returning to your work.

She didn't bother you the rest of the time.

Karu

If you don't try to correct her misgendering you he will be confused but can wait to ask you about it later. However when you correct her and she blatantly starts calling you a girl more. He's on his feet ready to bite at a moment's notice.

“Shut up you hag. He told you he's a boy so now you're just being dumb!”

“Who are you calling dumb you little freak!?”

It does not take long for a full fledged brawl to break out between the two of them. You grab Karu by the arms and try your best to pull them off while other onlookers jump in and try to pull the woman away. Once the two are separated profanities are the only thing you can hear being screamed across the room. Both of them are kicked out of the cafe but she needs stitches and Karu successfully “defended your honor” so at least he's satisfied. You are put on clean up duty for the mess your boyfriend made, but secretly it did make you happy knowing just how far he'll go to make you feel seen.

Dante

Her face lit up when she saw Dante staring at you. Dante, the perfect specimen of a man. Smart, strong, handsome, and most importantly powerful. “Oh! Sun lord, don't you think she would make such a good wife!” She points at you, you are clearly upset and uncomfortable and it makes his blood boil.

“Absolutely not.” Her expression immediately fell at his words but she gained a wicked smile when she thought of a response.

“Oh dear, it's because she's so masculine. I keep telling her it's really unattractive and she won't ever find a good-” Dante's hot glare was enough to shut her up for a moment. The way he straightened his back and lifted his chin just to further look down on her gave you goosebumps.

“Let me be clear on one thing. He would make an awful wife, but is an exceptional boyfriend.” The woman was immediately shot down and put in her place. You're relatives that were sitting at the table awkwardly look away like they don't know anyone in this building. It's hard to tell what felt better, the butterflies in your stomach or the sweet taste of justice.

Rei

It's very simple actually. The solution to this problem is to buy a cup of coffee, go over to the table, and dump the hot coffee on the a-hole who insisted on misgendering you.

“Oops I didn't see you there. I must be as blind as you are.” And the entire time he maintained eye contact with her just daring her to say something. She, of course, starts screaming and throwing a tantrum. A string of “how dare you!” and “don't you know who I am!” came out with her shrill screeching.

He just shrugged and replied “I don't care who you are but anyone who disrespects my boyfriend like that means nothing to me. Frankly you're worse than scum and should be disgusted with yourself, but I know your type has no self awareness anyway.”

Eiden

He knows her type, he's dealt with them plenty of times in his world. He hates how she is talking about you, misgendering you and acting like you aren't even there. He's getting mad but he knows better than to make a scene in front of your family. So the next best thing to do is correct her.

He walks up beside you and puts an arm over your shoulder casually. “Oh? There's a pretty girl around here, where?”

She rolls her eyes when she looks at him. “You're leaning on her.”

Eiden looks to you then back to her, his eyes wide in fake bewilderment. “Ma'am are you feeling well? This is my boyfriend. He's very handsome, but pretty is not a word I would use to describe him.”

“Well she was born a girl so she's a girl.”

“Ah, so that explains why you're such a big baby!”

It's hard to hold back your laughter as her face turned bright red. For every other stupid transphobic comment she tried to make Eiden had a witty comment ready to shut her up.

“Well, gender is what's in her pants.”

“I was in his pants last night, so I guess I'm his gender.” Now your face went bright red as you lightly punched him in the arm which only made him laugh. His laugh was contagious, and the look on her face was satisfying.

Even the red hot glare she shot at you after a bit of your laugh slipped out didn't bother you anymore because Eiden was waiting to make her look a fool if she even tried to say something else about you.

Aster

He's not normally one to make a big scene so he doesn't move to confront her until after you've gone back to the kitchen to place her tables order.

“Hi, I couldn't help but notice your super cute top! That’s a Devilicious brand shirt right?”

Her face brightened when someone recognized her expensive brand of clothes. “Yes it is! I shop there all the time.” She bragged.

“What shop do you go to?”

“The one in water territory is my favorite, it has the best shirts but not as many shoes.”

“Hmmm good to know. I'm their supplier so I'm going to have them ban you from the store. I don't need bigots tarnishing my brand's name.” The way her face fell from pompous to petrified made Asters chest fill with pride. She scrambled to try and defend herself.

“What do you mean bigot?! I'm a good person.”

“Weren't you just calling that man a girl? He even corrected you.”

“No, no, you don't understand. I know her family and she is a girl.” When you came out you could see the sweat on her brow.

“Well he's my boyfriend and I don't care what his family lets you get away with calling him. Enjoy getting your Devilicious second hand.” He laughed as he walked past you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at home treasure.” And he was gone, leaving her in her booth on the verge of a crisis.

“What did I miss?”

Morvay

Oh he can feel his blood boiling every time she insults you like that. Not to mention nobody else at the table is even trying to defend you! Unacceptable.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face into your neck. He's practically spooning you while standing up. “Mmmm when is my husband going to give me the attention I need?” he whines into your ear.

“Babe I'm done in an hour, please be patient.” Embarrassed, you try to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn't budge. Instead he nudges his head deeper into your neck. You almost squeak when his lips brush against your soft spot.

“But I don't want to wait that long to suck your dick!” He loudly whines so the whole restaurant can hear. The sound that followed was defining. You firmly ushered him back to his table, begging him to behave until you aren't in public. He sighs wistfully but agrees.

His plan worked though. Anytime the jerk tried to misgender you the entire store of eavesdroppers gave her a collective confused look and she was socially forced to correct herself. No matter what she would try to say people are going to believe Morvays very personal claim over hers.

[professional-yearner]

Hi! Love your content and am excited to read more in the future!

I had a theory involving Order 66 so feel free not to answer it you don't want to delve into that territory. But I was wondering if the order might affect yanderes to a lesser degree, if any at all. The fact that they're able to have such obsessive feelings, and that they don't involve the Republic, already suggest that their inhibitor chips aren't working at full capacity.

Maybe they even use it as an excuse to whisk their darlings away somewhere, in the midst of all the chaos and confusion of a sudden regime change.

Thank you so much!! I love these kinds of questions so don't even worry!

In my eyes, it would be a pretty strong and turbulent inner battle for any clone, but a battle with only one outcome;

Their Cyare.

The clones, even their chip is in fully working order, would only be able to resist the pull to be with their darling for so long. In my book, a clone's obsession with family and love are the most important things he has. In other words; the urge to follow orders is strong, but the need for his darling is stronger.

I definitely think a lot of clones would smuggle their loves away in the chaos, more manipulative ones under the guise of protection and others simply picking you up and going "Karking finally!" Both relived that they can now love you openly and without the weight of a dying republic's programming weighing on their consciences.

Of course, that doesn't mean you're coming out completely unscathed.

Witnessing your friend or partner switch into a sleeper agent killing machine would be terrifying to anyone, much less someone as sweet and good-hearted as you! There would be a lot of apologizing on his end as soon (as he got ahold of himself again) But please, be patient with them, this was almost as scary for him as for you! Losing control, scaring you, maybe even almost hurting you?? No, he has to make sure this will never happen again.

Clones with cyares are the quickest to find ways to get their inhibitor chips out, not above holding medical professionals at blaster-point to get the job done if it means you're safe.

Don't worry dear, he knows he scared you back there with all that talk of "Good soldiers follow orders" and "A new Empire", but please,

Let him make it up to you ❤️

[ave-immaculata]

How can a woman discern the character of a man she's seeing? At the end of the day, can we only take him at his word that he is what he claims and will carry out his promises in marriage? I don't know your relationship history, but I'm hoping you might have some insight.

I definitely think there are things we can do beforehand to help discern, but ultimately there is a leap of faith involved and there's not a foolproof method or test or anything. More than anything, offering the relationship to God and asking for discenment is important - I've also noticed that to distinguish words vs. reality, it's important to have witnessed:

- him angry. him overworked. him stressed out. how is he when he's angry but you're calm? how is he when you're both stressed? how does he approach conflict resolution? how does react when you're angry or stressed?

- his work ethic. especially if he's kind of trad leaning, does he work hard? when he's off work, is he willing to run errands with you or do something that isn't lay on the couch and play video games? what about when it's the third day in a row? what about when it's the eighth day in a row? is he looking at his career path and taking it seriously? is he willing to make a budget? how does he spend his money? is he willing to learn new skills and make sacrifices?

- his spiritual life. does he initiate prayer with you? does he come to Mass and Confession (for the latter, even if you're not going)? is he familiar with the faith and growing in it? can he talk about it?

- him in groups. is he a good role model to those around him? does he serve them? do they ask him for advice? when he's criticized, how does he take it in the moment and afterwards?

- him when it's just the two of you: does he try and overstep your boundaries or take advantage of you? does he depend on you to be the one to recognize when you're crossing a line? does he act inconvenienced or upset when you say things are stopping?

Does he know and take your feelings and preferences into account in his planning and decision making? When he says he's going to do something or be somewhere, does he follow through? If something comes up, does he make excuses or apologize? Is he quick to forgive you when you apologize? Has he seen you without make-up? How does he react to seeing other young women with no make-up/undone? Has he seen you ugly cry?

Obviously, there are predatory and manipulative men who will do everything in their power to present the "right" answers to those questions and minimize the times where that mask has slipped to make it seem like no big deal. We can only prepare ourselves to carry out the promises of marriage, and even then, it's unknown because it depends on our continual cooperation with God's grace.

Also, the recommendation here is obviously not to provoke your boyfriend to anger or intentionally run him ragged or put yourself into an occasion of sexual sin. In my experience these all presented themselves organically, and sometimes one area is weaker than the others and you might need to determine if you think you can live with that for the rest of your life.

If there is something in your gut that, even though he has every reason to be trustworthy and you've known him for a year and a half and seen all those sides of him, you still feel like something is.. off...? Then there's something off. Even if it turns out he is a wonderful young man and not dangerous or mean, that doesn't sound like the man you should marry. Similarly if you feel completely seen and safe and ready to go after 6 weeks, just look into love bombing really really quickly and take a breath before you make any big decisions.

I know this is well and truly scattered but I hope it was helpful!

[nateezfics]

Oh Nattt, I have Hongjoong thoughts for youuu~ (I was inspired by the aventus creed post & an old prompt about having a scent kink).

So, picture it: a Christmas vacation with Hongjoong in any country you choose, and you're in the finest luxury suite they have, because it's only the best quality for his love. You're touring the local hot spots and you're so so busy exploring the sights, and Hongjoong is ready to do all you'd like, but he just can't seem to get you alone. Anything you do involves other people. Touring the sites? It's with a guide and a group. Heading out for a drive? It's with a chauffeur. Going to dinner? It has to be at the fancy restaurant hotel instead of room service. And he's getting a little impatient. He doesn't mind those things, but he just wants some alone time with his baby. And when you're coming back from dinner, he starts to tell you how he feels, but before he can, a man passes you by.

As he passes, you catch a whiff of his cologne. "Excuse me, but your cologne smells amazing." The man smiles, giving you a quick once over before thanking you and continuing on his way. When you turn back, you don't realize that was Hongjoong's last straw. As you take the elevator back to your room, you notice he is unusually quiet. He doesn't say anything as you walk into the room until the door is closed. Grabbing you by the waist, he gently lays you back on the bed, before hovering over you and trapping you with his arms. You're suddenly surrounded by him; his presence, his body, his scent. He floods your senses. He trails his hand slowly over the skin of your throat as he speaks. "Sweetheart, I love that you're enjoying our trip so much. But don't you think I deserve some of your time? Hm? We haven't been alone since we got here, and I'm honestly kind of upset with you."

You're barely paying attention, since all you can focus on is the way he smells. The scent of his cologne is making your brain short circuit; you're reminded of past nights spent in his arms, and you can feel yourself slipping into the heated memories and the absolute need that they bring with them. Hongjoong noticed your eyes glazing over, and he smirked before tapping your cheek. "I can see it won't be too hard to make you forget all about that other guy." Your brows furrow in confusion as you ask him who he means, and he laughs. "Like I said, easy. Spread your legs for me, love."

(the end☺️)

oh bby😭 i apologize for the delayed response;; i’ve been reading this over and over again, and it’s just so hot i have a hard time coming up with words to respond with 🥴

the sprinkle of possessive hongjoong. oh god. that gets me. every damn time. “i can see it won’t be too hard to make you forget all about that other guy” *screams, kicks feet* like sir you’re the only guy i’m thinking about wdym 🥴 the way hong would know he’s the only one who’s got your attention, but would remind you anyways. “spread your legs for me, love” they were already wide open!!!!

i’d like to imagine he’d take you to paris. idk, i just do. he’d love the sight seeing with you,, but like you said, he’d get tired of the lack of alone time with you. he’d be so pouty about it too, and the guy being flirty with you while asking about your scent would be the straw the broke the camel’s back. absolutely would ravish you once he gets you alone.

imagine him doing sensory play, knowing how much you love his scent. blindfolding you, ultimately heightening your other senses by taking away your sight. the way your sense of smell would be even stronger, and you’d be even more sensitive to his scent, his touch, and the sound of his voice.

this is so hot i’m literally malfunctioning thinking about this 🙃🙃

[queeniecook]

January 18 – Part 4

The spell worked. Once at the hospital, James handed Jillian over to the hospital staff and they rushed her into the ER. To his surprise, his sister-in-law Annalise was on duty. He didn't even know she worked at this hospital. He thought it was at another one, granted he hasn't paid much attention to what she does, unless it involves his wife.

He sits down on a couch in one of the waiting areas, feeling physically drained but not wanting to show it. He knows he's reached his limit with his magic for a good forty eight hours.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this, you're not her family member." Annalise tells him after she had helped stabilize Jillian, she was now being prepped for an emergency C-section, which would be handled by her OB-GYN- Dr. Goto. Annalise agreed to scrub in and help if needed. 

"I just want to know if they're alive, Annalise. I'm not asking for all the dirty details." James tells her, rolling his eyes. 

"Jillian is stable though unconscious, the baby is still in distress. They're prepping her for an emergency C-Section as we speak." Annalise tells him, wondering why he even cares. It stuns her that James is the one who brought the pregnant woman in. "It's a good thing you got her here when you did because if you hadn't, both of them wouldn't have made it." She leaves it at that and leaves to go get ready for the surgery. 

James sits there, digesting that news for a few moments. He pulls out his phone, seeing he has service once again. He calls his spy to get the number of Dakota. The phone conversation with Dakota goes as well to be expected and it isn't long before he and Joey are at the hospital.

Dakota wants to see Jillian, to apologize for blowing up at her but he's told that even though he's the father of the child, it's best he not be in the operating room. Dr. Goto is honest with him and tells him he isn't totally sure how it's going to go. Jillian is stable but has remained unconscious and the baby is in distress. Dakota is a ball of worry and blaming himself as James approaches him.

"Umm...thank you for....getting them here." Dakota tells him. It feels heavy coming out of his mouth. He doesn't trust the older warlock and his fight with Jillian was about her not telling him about James' visit but James had gotten Jillian to the hospital. 

James nods, feeling out of place. This isn't his usual role in the grand scheme of things.

"I don't understand what she was doing out in that weather to start with." James voices. In the middle of the night, on the outskirts of town, in the middle of winter no less -is not where you usually find a eight month pregnant woman. 

"We had a fight. About you actually." Dakota admits, it takes a lot for him not to just blame James. He kind of started it but he didn't make Jillian not tell Dakota and he didn't make Dakota yell at her instead of talking to her about it. 

James raises an eyebrow and he thinks back to what his little spy told him. So Dakota found out. Hmm. He didn't give Jillian the book to cause problems - for once - he did it because he knew she'd love it and it's rare to find someone who enjoys books like he does.

"You flew off the handle at her, didn't you?" James asks though he knows the answer. Dakota kind of reminds him of himself when he was younger. He can tell the young man has a temper. James still has one, when he was younger he let it control him at times. He's learned to manage it better with age. 

Dakota crosses his arms "Excuse me?" He asks. How in the world did James know that?

"She's eight month pregnant. Pregnancy Hormones and someone getting in your face don't mesh well." He tells the man beside him. He pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. Young people. "Next time, don't let her leave in the middle of the night, okay? I can't be around all the time."

And with that, James leaves the hospital. Dakota stood there, wanting to punch something or someone. He didn't understand where James of all people got off on trying to call him out on his behavior when Jillian is the one who kept something from him. But that doesn't matter right now. He still loves her and he's worried about her and his son.

Garrett and Denise arrive at the hospital shortly after Dakota's chat with James, Andrew is out of town for his first game with his team. They sit in the waiting room with himself and Joey, waiting for news. Denise goes to the Hospital Chapel for a bit to pray for her daughter and grandson. It seems like time stands still. Naturally Garrett asks questions and Dakota fills him in the best he can without fully getting into his fight with Jillian. He doesn't need her Dad trying to rip his face off in the waiting room of the Hospital. Though Garrett is usually one of the most calm people you'll meet, when it comes to his kids, it's a different story.

Annalise comes out right after Mr. and Mrs. Garrett go to get some coffee.

"How are they?" Dakota asks her. 

"It was close but Jillian and the baby made it through. The baby is doing quite well to be honest now that he's born, we will still want to keep him for a few days for observation." Annalise tells the men. If she had to guess, she'd say the baby has a magical blood coursing through his tiny veins and it's helping him survive. 

"Jillian?" Joey asks as he watches his brother thinking about what he's been told. 

"She is slowly waking up from anesthesia. Given that she was unconscious before we even placed her under, it may be a slow process. We'll be keeping her for a bit, she needs to recover from the operation and she lost quite a bit of blood during it as well." Annalise tells them.

"Can I see my son?" Dakota asks. 

"Of course, only two at a time. He's in the nursery upstairs." Annalise tells the new father. She's sure he didn't picture his son's birth going like this. 

"When can we see Jillian?" Joey asks, he's grown pretty fond of Jillian and is worried about her, as well as his nephew. He's just trying to be strong for his little brother and not think of himself during all this.

"Once she's in a room, you can see her. One at a time please." Annalise says before going to check on another patient.

By the time Dakota gets upstairs to the nursery, Jillian's parents have beat him up there somehow.

"Oh honey, our first grandbaby! Isn't he precious??" Denise asks, carefully holding the newborn up for her husband to see. 

"He sure is and to think our little Jilly Bean wanted to include her Dad in his name." Garrett boosts proudly. Dakota decides to let them have their moment before he swoops in and holds his son for the first time.

"Slade Garrett Laws. Has quite the ring to it." Denise says, cradling the little boy to her. She just prays her little girl gets to hold him soon.

<-previous

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"McMurphy General Hospital" by rubysmile386 is up on the gallery.

[burningdreambanana]

My problem with Alicent Hightower on HOTD

I'm team green but I have to admit I have a hard time with show Alicent and I honestly think it's because she's just not a well-written character. I mean I was rewatching HOTD and sometimes she doesn't like her own character, but more a foil to Rhaenyra. It also feels like she's the product of different writers who had different ideas about who she should be and never really agreed.

First of all, I think that Alicent's support for Rhaenyra as heir should have been changed the minute Aegon was born, as he immediately became a dangerous challenge that Rhaenyra would be forced to deal with. The show treats this issue as if it's a 20th succession story about who's going to take daddy's place as CEO or whatever but it's not, for Alicent to be so chill about it and act like Otto is making stuff up without basis is just wrong and anachronistic.

Secondly the reason Alicent turns against Rhaenyra feels weird and contrived to me. Like I can understand her being upset that Rhaenyra semi-lied about her sex life (not even a full lie since Alicent doesn't know she lied about not going to a brothel with Daemon but she did imply she was a virgin which wasn't true) and not wanting to talk to her anymore but to declare war???? And suddenly in ep6 she despises Rhaenyra and thinks she's going to kill her sons. Idk that's kind wild to me that she went there from a semi-lie, but was still ride or die for Rhaenyra after her son was born and Rhaenyra gave her the cold shoulder for years. I know there's been a time skip but it's not an excuse not to explain why a character became the way they are.

Thirdly, Alicent from ep8-9 feels like a completely different character than in ep6-7 and it's not explained by any logical turn of events. At the end of ep7, Alicent had the confirmation that Rhaenyra and Viserys couldn't care less about her children, Rhaenya saw her little brother maimed for life and asked that he be "sharply questioned" (which btw is supposed to be a medieval euphemism for torture), she lets people believed she murdered Laenor to create fear and married Daemon, who despises Otto. In ep8 they show up at court after 6 years of absence, accuse her of poisoning Viserys (when she's the one who stayed to take care of him), and make Viserys drag his dying corpse to the throne room so he could solve issues created by Rhaenyra's own stupid mistakes. Daemon proceeds to murder Vaemond without a warning or a trial for saying the exact same thing that Alicent, Aemond and Aegon have said many times. Logically, Alicent should be terrified and more determined than ever to put Aegon on the throne for her family's safety. But no, Rhaenyra makes a half-assed apology that doesn't even acknowledges Aemond's eye, doesn't involve a genuine gesture towards her brothers to show that she will keep them safe and Alicent is like you know? you're forgiven ! What I am angry about anyway? You'll make a great queen ! Like what happened? And then because the war still has to happen with the stupid misunderstanding that makes Alicent look really delusional and stupid. Also in ep6 and even at the beginning of ep8 she was plotting to put Aegon on the throne so why is she out of the loop at the Green council? It's just sad, no one has respect for the poor lady except maybe her sons and Cole. Anyway I think her character deserved way better. Personnally I would have keep the safety of her children as her motivation but also a more personal act where she realizes she spent her life catering to Viserys and Rhaenyra who walked all over her and gave her nothing in return, and decided to put Aegon on the throne to finally be free and have power through him.

[hologramcowboy]

I usually stay far away from Twitter and fandom drama and I don't follow fandom groups but given the dehumanizing posts I've been seeing online, I am going on a fairly long rant, this is just my view, of course, so please discard it if not relevant to you:

The people making posts like these:

are at the core of the bully mentality. You are dehumanizing a Human Being with the entitlement that you get to define how a negative experience affects them. You do not, in any universe, get to tell someone who has been affected by something at what level they have been affected. Simply because you are not them. Furthermore, you are biased and discriminating against Jared Padalecki because he is a celebrity. Jared is a human being first and foremost and, as we've seen in the past, he does do social listening. This means death threats and other cyber crimes do affect him, not to mention the very real stalking some of you do when he moves from country to country. You end up following him under his hotel or even worse situations.

This discussion happening within fandom should include him because he is a direct victim. Also, the intent to commit cyber crimes and sending death threats does not get cancelled out just because that person may or may not have read the thread/post. Do you get this? Do you understand that if your intention and energy is vile, whether the content reaches your target or not, your cyber crime is still in effect? "Jared is a big boy and he doesn't care". Really? In what universe would you be okay with receiving death threats, would your family love that for you? Oh, they would not? So why on earth would you say it is alright that Jared received death threats? Fans do affect an actor's psyche, actors live to bring you joy and when they see you go toxic and dangerous it does affect their psyche.

Aside from this, as mentioned earlier, some of you actually stalk him at cons and at different locations and do so with hateful intent. The gravity of your actions is what causes actors to hide in public, avoid open spaces, reinforce their security, have panic attacks and fear for their life. Yet here you are, online, claiming that it's all good because said person is a celebrity so who cares.

If you dislike Jared, that's a matter of taste and your business but if you dehumanize Jared to the point of denying the very real atrocious actions perpetuated towards him, then you are no different than the perpetrators. You are, in fact, the enablers so you are even worse. A bad intention or idea cannot form into action unless people enable it and you played a key part with your bias and lack of care.

Think of all that evil hitting your child or loved one or even yourself, is it still nothing now? Do you see how wrong it is to minimize the abuse people perpetuate? Jared is a kind human being, so he avoids getting into drama as much as he can but that doesn't mean he is not affected. Also, someone not being affected is never, ever, an excuse to abuse said person. It's pretty interesting how someone suddenly doesn't count as human in your eyes. Talking about the abuse Jared gets in no way takes away from the other victims, in fact, it provides evidence of the intent and maliciousness of the people who attacked those victims. So it is highly important to consider as well as discuss. If you actually care about the topic at hand and the people involved that is. If you actually cared about shifting paradigms and improving fandom experience.

Lastly, Jared does deserve an apology too, the behavior displayed towards him is inhuman, degrading and damaging. He's no different than all the other persons at the receiving end of atrocious behaviors. The fact that you cannot comprehend that shows you lack humanity and empathy. If this was you or a friend at the receiving end, you would do the right thing but because you resent Jared, you are trying to twist an important discussion to damage him further. Jared doesn't know you and never did anything against you yet you feel entitled to dehumanizing him.

Then there's this: The people who perpetuated these behaviors displayed them publicly as well, especially towards him, thus providing a horrible example for others to follow. If you really cared about resolving bullying you would know those were seriously damaging paradigms being disseminated online and encouraged. Those people felt entitled to tell others to end their existence and the reason this happened was because you chose to ignore it thinking "people are grown ups and they can defend themselves" and "that's a celebrity, I don't care". So you saw the very clear signs but ignored or encouraged. You enabled. Now you are trying to create drama centered on one of the victims instead of owning your part in all of that and working on ways to create healthier fandom experiences.

Let's look at this one:

"We can attack Jared haters(or Misha haters or Jensen haters) on any other day of the week" Not only is this person directly admitting to being no different than those perpetrators, she is actually saying that attacking is what they do on a daily basis. Is that supposed to be the normal response? To attack? So bullying is the solution to bullying? Since when? Since when has mobbing people become the norm? Behaviors can be addressed without even remotely attacking someone. If you've created vicious cycles where you gang up on each other then that's only going in one direction, the same one those cult girls had.

My point is, please gain awareness and focus on creating healthy paradigms rather than on victim shaming/blaming, attacking whoever you disapprove of (same pattern those cult girls had, silo mentality and one sided views) and stop enabling the people who created such a negative impact within fandom by allowing them to display disempowering behaviors. Stop feeding into negative patterns and starts building healthy ones. Change starts with you and, whether you are aware of it or not, your choices affect others.

It is truly heartbreaking how people can twist their love for a show into hating actors and other people instead of using that passion to connect with like minded souls and create beautiful experiences together.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

accidentally in love

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : so, she said "what's the problem, baby?" what's the problem? I don't know- maybe I'm in love"

Word Count : I called it "mini fics" for a reason hehe

Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!athletic!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), Eddie being a dork (im gonna squeeze him), bullying (defending Eddie isn't enough anymore, I need a gun), Jason Carver appearance( A big "ew" I know-), public humiliation, no use of y/n

What to Expect : FLUFFLY FLUFF‼️‼️Childhood!Bestfriends, friends to lovers

Note To Reader : yup- I had another idea, what if Eddie got accidentally hit by a ball and reader gets to help him and while aiding him, he gets all dramatic and reader gets worried and then realizes Eddie is just playing with her- AHHH YOU GET ME?!? also I'm not an athletic, my apologies if it isn't accurate here but I just wanted to have a scene that involves a sport in it

Author Note : I WORSHIP SHREK HERE ON MY PAGE!!!! I DON'T TOLERATE THE HATE TOWARDS IT 😤😤😤😤

Eddie hates P.E classes

Not that he's lazy to participate in tasks like exercises

He doesn't like to get all sweaty and feel tired more than ever after it

He changed into P.E uniform in the boy's locker room

He took a deep breath to stretch his body and warm up for the activity

He's on the bench with his knee jumping up and down while he shuts his eyes as wishes that his teacher won't pick him

"Mr.Munson? Get in the middle of the court, please"

"Damn" he mutters as he begrudgingly gets up from his seat as he walks through his way into the middle

"Alright, Mr.Elrod, take the serve- on this first round"

His classmate takes the volleyball, he is so seriously so focused when he knew the ball would come right at him, he is ready to spike it until he didn't knew behind from his back someone or purposely hit him with another ball that made the upcoming ball falls right from his face making him tumbled down on the floor

Even though volleyballs are softer than basketballs, it isn't supposed to hurt much but the impact from the both balls are really strong

He groans from the pain that he's feeling behind the back of his head and his elbows

"What a show! Munson!" Jason shouts through the gymnasium his voice echoes while he cackles as the other students laughed with him

Eddie grimaces as he tries to sit up slowly avoiding any part of his body that is hurting

"Oh, go to hell! Jason!" A familiar voice coming from his behind, he can hear the sneakers squeaking on the floor, he was to turn his head around to look up who it is-

"I'll help you get up"

A hand was hanging across from his face as he raises his head to the girl who is bending down slightly, standing next to him

A sweet smile sitting on your face, offering him a hand

He stares at you suddenly all of the needling pain has gone out of the window

Your smile never left your face while you gesture to your hand

He feels like he knew you, but he might be wrong

He blinks and shyly takes your hand, the moment he finally gets to stand on his own feet, you help him to balance himself

He rips his hand off from you as if it's a crime to held hands with a outcast like him

You noticed it, of course, you understood why, he did it

A part of you, slightly disappointed that he couldn't remember you?

You saw his elbow had a fresh cut from the fall and his head needed to put an ice bag on it because you can tell that he winces deep inside

"Mr.Barlowe, I'll take Eddie at the nurse's office"

Eddie raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, he isn't used to having kindness towards him

"Okay, you both can be excused, you can do the activity tomorrow"

You walked with him on the way to the nurse's office

He take chances to glance at you, the moment he recognizes you

You looked at him, the color from his face are all gone looking pale as ever

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm good" he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes

You stare at him for awhile as you turned around to open the nurse's office

He gets even more nervous that you and him are both alone in the room

"Hey, uh- listen- you don't have to do this"

He watches you as you get the first aid kit and other things that you needed

He's waiting for your response, you sat down on the chair, pulled one for him and placed your things on the small table

"I want to help you because I want to" you gesture at the chair

He hesitates for a second, he closes the door behind him and he sats down

You grab the ice bag, holding out for him as you say

"Put this where it hurts" you say as you wash and sanitize your hands

"T-Thanks" he murmurs as he swallowed nervously

"Let me see"

You perk up at eyebrow at him pointing to his elbow as he show it to you

You click your tongue "That asshole, Jason" you shook your head, your face is scrunched up in annoyance

His eyes softens the way you took care of him, your eyebrows knitted together for concentration as you dab the cotton balls with alcohol on the wounded area

"How you're feeling? Any improvements?" You ask while tearing a new band-aid

He's leaning on the table, his head is tilted a little as he watches you work, he blinks when he finally registered that you're talking to him

"The ice helps" he blurted out

You smirked

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!" you chuckled as you placed the band-aid on his cut

He tenses and his cheeks blooms red

"y-you remember that?" he leans closer to you as he removes the ice bag from his head

"Duh!- no- don't take that off!" You giggled from his suddenly cheerful voice as you help him to put the ice bag back from his head

He smiles and his eyes became even more sweeter while he gazes on you

"you're like one of the best partners that I ever had in music class like I'm so lucky that you're my partner on the project that we worked on back in elementary!" You happily reminisce the memory, your eyes gilmmers with such joy and he loves seeing that

"We we're neighbors! and oh- my god- don't tell me that you completely forgotten about that I was also the one who-

"take care of me when I scraped my knee while trying to learn how to ride a bike!"

Eddie finishes your sentence and you widely grinned at him

"and here we are back at it again"

"aaaaaand I'm such a fool for not recognizing you earlier"

"no, it's okay-" you look down fast, you missed the way he always exaggerates his words

"it just that you looked different" he gestures to your face and your clothes

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you shrugged "Yeah- I get that a lot"

You continue to talk as you cleaned up as you discarded the wipes, cottons, wrapper from the table

"I may look different but I won't forget the people who were very dear to me"

He watches your every move, how come he didn't remember- the girl who has always been in his heart since day one

"Especially, the ones who are nice to me" you flick back your hair as you fixed your jogging pants rolling up the hems on the bottom

"Eddie, you don't have to be nervous around me, you're acting like we don't know each other!"

Your voice keep replaying inside of his head as he lights up an idea

He wants to take the risk if somehow and he hopes that you still harboring feelings for him just the way like he do for years

"Ah! It hurts!" He exclaims as he fell down from his seat while holding his elbow as he pretends that it hurt really bad

Well, technically, yes- it's still excruciating painful but it's not as bad as it was earlier

You gasped and your eyes turn into worry

Your knees are on the floor consoling him

"Oh- my god! Eddie- is there anything that I could do?" You rambled as your eyes roam over at the wounds that you took care for-

Eddie is fighting his smirk for this silly plan to go short-lived, so, he continues to act

"I don't feel so good, I think- I'm gonna die" he dramatically stated as he passes out

"No- N-No -No!" Your voiced cracked as you panicked

You keep nudging him and keep shaking him

"Eddie!"

Still no response

Your mind is scrambled, you lean down to listen to his heartbeat

He peeked his one eye open as he smirks slightly down on your action

As soon as you got back up, he is still unresponsive and his eyes are closed

He didn't knew this little evil plan would work and he is laughing deep inside and he really just wants to burst it out anytime sooner

You're just kneeling there and try to look everywhere to help him wake up but you can't moved easily because you're so frantic that it might get even more worse, so-

There is only one thing to wake up him like fast

Somehow, Eddie's acting made you believe that he is unconscious

Your breathing is getting more ragged and your hands are now clammy

Your eyes are misty because this is not just some random person, you know this person

He's your childhood bestfriend

Your path in life and your socialization, maybe different but your bond you shared together?

It will never drift and won't ever fade away

You wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world

Even, you don't hang out that much often, you still and will always cared for him

If only he knew

You pull him close to your body as you carefully hold his head, cradling into your arms

If only he could see the way your eyes sparks speaks the unspoken words that you really wanted to say after all these years

You went with it, both of your lips touched, you lean down and kiss him

Your eyes widen, the second you kissed him, he kisses you back

His eyes flutter open slowly

You can see that he is surprised too but the moment is over when you saw the mischievous glint on his eyes

And oh my fucking god, that smirk, that you always knew

The humiliation and the recognition crosses your beautiful features

As Eddie's grin grows more bigger that his dimples show, you always loved his dimples

Your cheeks are hot on fire, you swallowed shyly as he tries to get up still limping a little bit

You duck your head down as you sat back on the chair

The moment you heard him snickered, you frown at him

You glare your eyes on him as he throws his head back in laughter

You playfully push his chest as he laughs even more harder

"You! Infuriating devious monster!" You angrily whisper-shouted at him- that you almost went out with your full voice as you remembered that you're in school

He chuckles at your state- his devilishly charming smirk sitting on his face as you rolled your eyes at him

As you moved yourself away from him, he catches your hands pulling you closer to him as you blushed at his action

Your heart stuttered and you blinked rapidly

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date-"

You scoffed at him ignoring the way you feel all fuzzy at his announcement

"Are you serious? You pulled that stunt to just ask me out on a date?" You ripped your hands off of him as you step behind back

He shyly admits "Yeah" as he flashes you a cute smile and those doe eyes again

"You liked it, don't you?" He says as he tilts his head at you with a smug smile

You shake your head as you avoid his eyes, the nerve of this man

"Liked what?" You snarky replied back as you raised an eyebrow

You know what he's referring to but you're too embarrassed to admit since

It's confirmed, that you also do like him and that shocks you that you thought after all this time, you're the only one who is falling for him

It turns out that you both did since day one, you and him are just caught up with all of the life that's been going on

You both didn't get the chance to catch up until now

He teases you about the way you fight to not to look at his eyes

Your lips curled into a smile, he points it out

"Oh! See! I knew it! I got a smile, so- that means, Yes" he proudly nods as he dust off shoulder as you giggled

"You're still not forgiven though"

"Aww, you know what- maybe- I should got into another accident so I could get another-" he makes a kissy face at you as you laughed

"Or you could-" you pretend to think for a second

"I could make an exception"

"Ooh? How? Do tell" you sparked interest at him

He walks closer to you, it all seems too much and it couldn't get any easier of your overwhelming feelings at the same time

Your heart hops into so much happiness

"I could do better"

"Do better at what?"

He kisses you once again as you squealed that he caught you off guarded, you kissed him back as you closed your eyes as he sighs in content, his heart soars the way you pulled his shirt much more closer to you as he deepens the kiss

A sudden knock at the door, you pulled away from each other as the room filled with silly giggles from the both of you

"Hello? If you're both still in there, you should get on with your next class, young lady" your P.E teacher spoked outside as you tried to cover your mouth to stop giggling so bad

Eddie tries to mimick the teacher mannerisms as you hold your stomach, you must resist not to cackle while your teacher is still there

"Or it's detention for the both of you"

"I'll choose that anytime" he jokingly whispers as you poke his sides with your elbow

As soon you heard the receding footsteps, you looked at each other and that's where it all let out the suppressed laughter

"you think you can continue to attend classes now?" Your laughter died down as you try to catch up with your breath

"Yeah, I do, thanks to you" he winks at you

You became flustered as you roll your eyes at him again as you tuck your hair behind your ear

You grab your stuff and set everything aside from the nurse's office

As you both went outside of the room, he hugs you from the behind as you melt with it, a fond smile is on your lips

"I love you"

Your heart skyrocketed to his admission as he pulled back as he also couldn't believe of what he just did

"I love you, too, so much" your words are so soft spoken that it almost like it's only for him to hear

His gaze became even more lovingly as he cheesily smiles as raises his fist up in victory as you chuckled to his antics

"Sundaes and French Fries?" He says as he offers his forearm for you to hold as you gladly accept

"Just like the good old days"

You both went straight to your classes sharing the same looks and smiles across both of your faces

:))

[galacticgrunt155]

Look. I'm gonna be honest with you: I wasn't planning to tell you this because frankly you're kind of an asshole and you'd use it against me if you felt like it. I mean.... you've literally demonstrated on multiple occasions that you're not above trying to inflict as much emotional damage as possible below the belt because you're hurt.

THE FACT THAT THERE'S AN INTERPOL AGENT INFILTRATING YOUR RANKS IS A MAJOR RED FLAG. You're in a cult, and I would fucking know. Religion, science, doesn't matter what they use to convert you, it's all the same. I am literally watching the very familiar cult tactics of emotional abuse in real time. You think I didn't try to make excuses for how banged up I was back then? Plasma was my fucking family. The only one I had. And they'd convinced me that I was fundamentally unlovable without them. Our uniforms hid the bruising anyways.

You have a chance to get out. However, watching you is like seeing a train wreck in motion, and I'm pretty sure you're going to report Looker to your superiors because they've convinced you that they can solve any problem. (They've convinced you that you're the problem. Tell me honestly one time they have apologized to you. They haven't, have they.)

Are you seriously okay with what you know they'll do to him if they catch him?

Just... give it a test run or something. Tell Looker you'll go to the hospital, but if he tries to force you into anything, the deal's off.

@gotta-pet-em-all

... I...

You're... Right. I would have. Used that against you.

I still want to now, but it feels. Off.

I know that Interpol being involved is not a good sign. But it, it has to be a mistake. Some sort of mix up. That's why I need to tell the Boss, so he can smooth it all out with them, and if there are people who really do what Looker accused us of, we can kick them out for hurting others when our mission is to help others. I'm not doing this to punish the man for talking to me - I already bit his hand. I will say, he had an astounding amount of patience to talk to me with a level-head after that. And I... I mean, would they really harm an Interpol agent? We just... Need to prove we mean no harm. That's all. And we can't do that if what we're doing now makes people think otherwise.

[sailormoonrewrite]

I Was A Bad Guy

I'm not here to justify myself, because there is no justification. I was the bad guy and I took my temper at someone who didn't deserve it.

I was a bully.

I was the one who didn't control her temper.

I blew up at someone who just wanted to write a story like I do.

The story was not my cup of tea and I threw a fit over it. However, just because it wasn't mine, doesn't mean I was justified in taking my anger out on them for how they chose to characterize someone and it doesn't mean I should've made them or anyone who likes the story feel bad over liking it.

There is a time and place, and a way to say what you think but going nuts at a person is not one of them.

I blew up at this author because I was insecure. I was overprotective of Princess Zelda. I had a bad day.

However, none of these are excuses for what I did.

Being insecure and angry is not an excuse to lash out or get mad because something doesn't go my way.

Being overprotective over a character or a ship doesn't give me a reason to be rude.

Having a bad day doesn't give me or anyone else the right to take it out on someone else.

In the end, all it did was make me look like a horrible person, give me a crippling amount of guilt, and made the author wonder if they should continue which is something I would never want another author to feel.

Despite this though, I did make them feel that and that is something I have to own up to and fix.

So, I want to spread their story around to any fellow BotW Zelink shippers: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60543178/chapters/154568686 They are an incredibly talented writer and I want them to succeed and continue to love their story despite my heinous behavior.

I want to make up for what I did.

I know I have a problem with losing my temper with people, but if anything this experience has taught me, is to be kind to others. Remember there's a person behind the screen who will read what you say and it will hurt them, so remember to be respectful and kind, not lash out when you feel threatened. If you have something to say, then say it politely or just leave. If you still want to say it, there are letters to no one you could use. There are people you can talk to.

The world has enough angry, sad people tearing each other down and this made me realize I don't want to be one of those people. The author, Planetary_No, is entitled to their story and story ideas even if they don't fit what I think. I want them to able to celebrate their creation and I don't want to be a hater.

I messed up during this interaction.

I unfairly lashed out at someone undeserving of it, and I truly regret it, so please if you are a fan of Zelink, check out her story. Maybe it will be your thing, even if it wasn't mine, but if it isn't, don't be like me. Just leave and find a better way of expressing your feelings that don't involve hurting anyone like I did.

And to Planetary_No, if you happen to see this, I am so sorry that I hurt you. I should never have lashed out like that and I want to extend my sincerest apologies. I have no justification or reason and you deserve better than what I did to you. You're a talented, amazing writer with a world of possibilities and I hope you continue to write.

I am not above reproach or accountability, and I want it to be known what I did was wrong and that I'm taking responsibility for the wrongs I've done against the author. I was wrong and I have no right to hide or sweep this under the rug.

[nomstellations]

Gregor ID/EGO HCs? 👀

OH MAN IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS....an excuse to ramble abt my fixation and biggest predcrush. i'll keep them under the cut for courtesy's sake

Identities Liu Greg- A relaxed, lazy kind of pred. Pretty open about eating people and welcomes willing meals, letting them climb right into his mouth! It gets him out of work for a while, so he'll take any opportunity to do so. His insides run hotter than the other IDs, so swallowed prey get tired out fast. Chef Greg- We all know him. The guy that eats people cannibal-style. I won't linger on him for too long but he's very much so a more uncaring pred, he has none of his original self's reserved and worried nature. Cares mostly about the flavor of the prey above all else and doesn't give them too much attention after they're ingested unless they're fighty. Rosespanner Greg- The workaholic who needs to be stopped and reminded to eat constantly. You might have to feed yourself to him just to get him to eat! His job puts him under a lot of stress, so eating probably helps relax him and he loosens up once he's full. Definitely appreciates a good belly massage after a long day of work for the office. Kurokumo Greg- Loves to tease! Since he's near constantly kinda tipsy he teases his prey a lot and is pretty physically affectionate with them. Also has a habit of feeding/stuffing his prey beforehand and drinking over them afterwards...hope you don't mind alcohol and snacks joining you! Despite the aloof attitude, he doesn't forget that he's eaten someone and is rather attentive to them even if he won't tell someone else he's eaten someone. G Corp Greg- Aware, but not really ashamed of his buggy parts. He's a more eager pred compared to his normal stuff and is very attentive towards his prey. He will do anything they ask of them without question and seeks to make sure they're as comfortable as possible with them! He would eat someone to protect them if instructed to as well. Zwei Greg- One of my favorites!! A pure protective pred that's a bit shy and reserved about the more...involved protection requests, but he's serious about keeping his swallowed prey safe. He checks in pretty frequently to make sure they're fine...while also taking longer routes to maximize time spent with his charge. Twinhooks Greg- Another one of my faves. Just as teasy as Kurokumo but with a bit more menace. Willing to play rough with his prey and is def more of a fearplay kinda guy, he likes watching and feeling his prey squirm. I think he definitely has a softer side with his favorite prey though, and likes to fawn over them. Edgar Greg- Probably the most reluctant one there is, he's sickly and won't eat anyone without a lot of convincing first. He's always tense on the inside- he's concerned he might hurt his swallowed prey and won't really loosen up until he gets some internal TLC. He really needs the rest and care, though....

E.G.O Legerdemain Greg- Honestly I have the weakest hcs for this one bc it's a starter ego from a kinda weird abno...but if I had to guess he's a tricky sort! Legerdemain transfers to sleight of hand basically, so he would be the type to use wordplay and tricks to get potential prey down his gullet.... Lantern Greg- VERY clingy. Won't let prey go once they're in his grasp and enjoys holding onto them in his stomach for a while. Likes to fawn over his prey and talk to them a lot while they're inside and keeps them entertained by telling them stories! AEDD Greg- Slightly driven by buggy instincts and sometimes gets cravings for meat, so he gobbles people up and apologizes after the fact. His internals glow because he's kinda biomechanical, but thankfully he's very soft on the inside! His arm centipede will nibble on people when he's feeling hungry, or if he likes them. Bygone Days Greg- GIVE IT UP FOR ANOTHER SAD GREGOR!! He's rather polite about it and ensures his prey's comfort during their stay inside him. He's a bit reluctant to let them go when they want out, but makes sure to take good care of them either way. Solemn Lament Greg- From my personal hcs about the abno proper, this one likes to do a lot of comfort vore. His insides muffle sound very well, so you can just focus on the sound of his heartbeat while you take a well-earned rest. I'm not sure how you feel about any digesty stuff, but I think he'd make for a great pred to do that to help you feel better and "reset" your feelings once you're back. Garden of Thorns Greg- A little bit awkward about being a pred, but it's kind of endearing. He's not subtle about wanting to eat someone and tends to surprise his prey by eating them out of nowhere (or at least, blurting out he wants to at inopportune times). His stomach's a bit snug, but the pressure isn't overwhelming. Weirdly, he smells kinda flowery.