#Anything short of a happy ending would send the message that some people will always be victims
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You don’t give a character this much trauma…
…just to end their story in more heartbreak and tragedy.
#byler#When I first realized that Will was in love with Mike I was honestly just confused#not because it didn’t make sense for Will to love him#but because I didn't understand why the writers felt the need to make him suffer even more than he already had#He's had enough traumatic experiences to last a lifetime#I thought why add unrequited love to that list#And not just for anyone but for his best friend#and not just any best friend#but his male best friend#and not just in any decade#but in the 80s#It just felt so unbelievably cruel#That is till I realized that it all felt so wrong because that’s not what his story is about#And that’s not how a character arc works#He can’t start the series a victim stay a victim and end a victim#That’s an awful and deeply unsatisfying arc for any character#let alone a child character that has been shown to have endured immense pain and suffering throughout his entire life#Anything short of a happy ending would send the message that some people will always be victims#and that certain people don’t deserve to be happy or get what they want#To avoid sending that message#Will needs a win#and not one that is bittersweet#He needs to finally get what he deserves#which is EVERYTHING considering the poor thing has literally been put through hell#His win is long overdue#so whatever he wants#that’s what he needs to get#and he wants Mike#Mike is part of his win#stranger things
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Forbidden - Part 7
In which you get your happily ever after with Maxie
OH MY GOD HERE IT IS. I'm so sad this is over but this ending feels so good. I'll probably do an epilogue soon too (and drabbles and head cannons too, if you want to see something about these two send me a message) so you'll get more of these babies, not to worry. Also, requests are open so if there's something else you want, send it in!!!)
Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen X LeClercSister!Reader Word count: 1.7k words (kinda short but super sweet)
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“You sure you’re up for this?” Max asks you as he pulls the sleek black Aston Martin into the car park at the race track the next morning. His hand stretches out, interlacing his fingers with yours to give you a reassuring squeeze.
You look over at him, soft smile on your face. “I am.”
And it was the truth. After your reunion last night, things just fell into place. Max had asked you to be all in with him and while you still had some reservations about being in such a public relationship, especially when you had spent your life wanting nothing more than to be out of the spotlight, with Max it just felt right.
You knew that walking into the paddock this morning was going to cause quite the stir. You’d been around the paddock enough this season that most of the media knew you were Charles LeClerc’s sister but today you weren’t showing up for Charles, you would be showing up in a navy blue dress on the arm of Max Verstappen. Tongues were absolutely going to wag.
“If you get too overwhelmed at any point today, let me know. I’ve got you credentials to get into any of the Red Bull buildings but I can always have an intern drive you back to the hotel too.”
You could tell Max was more nervous about this than you were, which endeared him to you even more.
“Maxie, I’ll be fine. I’ve been to how many races already this year? I know how this works. I’ll find Kika or…” You pause. You were about to say Alex but truthfully, you didn’t know if Alex would be a welcoming face today. She meant well and was your friend, but she was Charlie’s girlfriend first. “I’ll find someone to hang out with, don’t worry.” You finish, brushing aside the sudden ache for your brother.
“Does he know you’re here?” Max asks, reading the look of apprehension on your face expertly.
You shake your head before reaching up to take the block M and V pendants between your fingers, rubbing them to sooth the anxiety building in your chest. “No, we haven’t spoken since that day in Monaco.”
“I’m sorry, schatje.”
You shrug, “It’s fine. He’ll get over it once he realizes this thing between you and me is more than just a fling.”
You hoped.
Max pulls the car into his designated spot before hopping out, telling you to wait so he can help you out of the low slung ride. You take his hand, giving it a squeeze of thanks when you see the anxiety playing on his face. “I’m fine, Max. Stop being a mother hen.”
Max’s shoulders droop as he releases a long breath. “I just want this to go well. I want you happy.”
Max had been worried all morning that he had pushed you to go public too soon. He desperately wanted you there with him, but he also knew that things were complicated. You still weren’t talking to Charles, the attention that came along with being his girlfriend still intimidated you, and it was his home race so all eyes were on him even more. It was a lot to take in and he didn’t want anything to go wrong, even though he knew that he couldn’t control everything. He just wanted you to be happy and if you had told him you didn’t want to be there, he would have instantly sent you back to the hotel without him, no questions asked.
Grinning up at him, you ignore the flurry of activity that has kicked up as people realize that Max has arrived ahead of this mornings last free practice. “I’m here with you and I don’t have to hide the fact that I’m madly in love with you anymore. Nothing could dampen my day, mon amor.”
To emphasize your point, you stand on tiptoes in order to dust a quick kiss on Max’s lips, grinning when his arms circle your waist to he can pull you in closer. You hear the click of a few camera shutters faintly and you know you’re being watched. It doesn’t bother you though, much to your surprise. It doesn’t bother you because the moment Max’s hands are on you, the entire world fades away and all that matters is that you’re here with him.
“Come on, I don’t want Christian to blame me for making you late.” You murmur, grinning when Max reaches down to twine his fingers with yours.
You and Max make your way towards the entrance of the paddock, your Red Bull credentials hanging around your neck. It’s weird, showing up to the track in something other than Ferrari red. Part of you wondered if you’d feel out of place or like you were betraying your brother but the moment Max zipped up the back of the lacy navy blue dress you wore today, you knew that this was the right decision.
A gaggle of photographers are positioned just inside the paddock entrance, waiting to capture the drivers arrivals and as soon as they notice Max, several cameras swing in your direction. Max takes the lead, swiping his credentials first and you follow shortly after, swiping in your own Red Bull credentials Max had made sure were waiting for you at the front desk this morning.
“Max! How are you feeling this morning after yesterday’s crash?” One of the photographers asks as he takes a photo of the two of you.
“I’ve got a great team behind me, they worked late into the night to get the car back in shape. I have no doubt we’ll be just fine today.” He remarks, giving the photographer a polite smile.
“And who do you have with you today? Is that…”
“My girlfriend.” Max interrupts the photographer before he can finish his sentence. “She surprised me last night, I didn’t think she’d be here but I’m glad to have her by my side this weekend.”
You don’t miss the looks that a few of the press exchange at his quick claiming of you. It’s been a while since Max has brought anyone with him to the paddock that he’s dating, and people have already clocked that you’re a LeClerc, raising some eyebrows before you even make it to the Red Bull hospitality.
As you walk further into the paddock, you begin to hear whispers follow you, heat prickling at the back of your neck. F1 is such a small world, you know it won’t be long before word gets to your brother that you’re here and that you’re here with Max. Strangely though, it doesn’t bother you. Not with the steady presence of Max by your side, his hand securely covering yours as he leads you towards Red Bull’s area of the paddock.
You have to pass the red building of Ferrari though and you can’t help the stitch of anxiety that fixes itself in your side as you approach the red and yellow building. Max notices the change in your gait as you slow down just a touch. He turns to you, brows knit together. “Are you okay, liefje?”
You nod but your attention quickly shifts from Max to the approaching figure, body going completely still as you realize who is making their way over to you.
“Hi Charlie.” You say, desperately trying to keep the anxious quiver out of your voice as your brother stalks towards you.
Max takes a step towards Charles, putting himself between you and your brother. He’d be damned if Charles was going to ruin this for either of you.
“I just want to say hello to my sister, Max.” Charles holds his hands up to show he means no harm. “I’m not going to cause a scene in the middle of the paddock.”
Max glares at him through narrowed eyes. “One step out of line and I’ll send you into the fucking wall this weekend, LeClerc. Don’t fucking test me, I’ll do it.” Max’s voice is low and dangerous. “I don’t care how many points I cost the team. You’re going to be nice to her or you’re going to leave her alone, those are you two choices.”
Charles’ brows rise at the venom in Max’s voice but he simply nods. “I understand. I appreciate you being protective over her.”
“I shouldn’t have to be protective over her with her own fucking brother.” He grumbles, but you reach out a hand, placing it on Max’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Maxie.” You murmur. “He’ll be nice, won’t you Charlie?”
“I just wanted to say hi and see if maybe we can talk, just the two of us, sometime this weekend?” Charles reaches up to rub at his neck, unable to keep eye contact with either of you. His shoulders slump and you can tell he’s feeling remorseful.
Despite the fact that you know Max wants to tell him to fuck right off and you kind of half way agree with him, you simply nod. “I’d like that, but right now Max and I have to get over to Red Bull’s hospitality. He has a meeting shortly, don’t you Maxie?”
Max takes your hand, pulling it up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it, before turning back to Charles. “See you out there, mate.”
As you walk away, you can't help the pang of sadness that rattles it’s way thought your bones. You loved your brother, more than life, and you knew eventually you’d be able to reconcile with him. But right now? Right now all you could hear when you saw him was the names he had called you and the things he had said that night in Monaco when he had discovered you with Max. It hurt and you weren’t quite ready to let go of the hurt yet.
As you walked away, hand in hand with Max, he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Are you okay, pretty girl?”
“More than okay, mon amor. I am so happy I’m here with you and we don’t have to hide anymore. Now, lets get you to your team. You have a race to win tomorrow.”
Max grins down at you, heart swelling with pride that he gets to have you on his arm all weekend. “I love you, liefje.”
“I love you too, Maxie.”
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You're my emergency contact.
König x reader.
Everything started with a simple favor and it all ended with your emergency contact accidentally attending your call.
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Warning: perhaps it is a very long and not good story, mentions of violence, as always grammatical and spelling errors.
📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
You're König's neighbor, he's rarely at home so he asked you to keep an eye on his apartment, he gave you his number, just in case something happened.
- Danke, I Know I'm asking too much but I will give you my number, just... In case something happens, ja?
Your smile when he gives you his number In a piece of paper, he will never recover from that moment.
- For sure, it's not a problem, and thank you König I hope there's no need to use it for an emergency, I would prefer to use it in other circumstances.
-Ja, totally agree, well I have to go, thank you so much Schatz.
- Okay, have a nice trip König, see you!.
As soon as he left and you closed the door you started to jump with excitement, you finally had his number, you tried so hard for the last months to start a friendship with him and this is a big step for you.
But... What's next? You thought. After a few days you got an idea, you sent him a message.
«Hi König, I'm your neighbor, I forgot to give you my number, so here it is.»
An hour passed, two hours, four... Maybe it was a bad idea, then.
«Danke :D»
That's all? Well, at least he texted you back. You decided to not insist, maybe he was busy, another week passed, you really want to text him, why? Why do you want to be around him?
«captain's log: König's house is still safe, a package arrived at your door. :)»
You sent a selfie out of his door. A Risky move, you were getting nervous when you saw «seen» under the message.
«Hallo Schatz, danke for the notice, can you save the package at your house?, I'll pick it up when I arrive» «P.S. you look very pretty today ;)»
That was the beginning, for months you started to text each other. You send a lot of pictures about anything while he rarely sends you something, usually sunsets or just the sky. When he's at home you invite him to eat at your house or to drink a beer, you don't know yet but for König this is more than he expected, you and him are good together, jokes, loud laughs and a good conversation are always present when you're together, he's happy, he feels better with you, he feels affection for you.
- Well, this week I won't be at home for a few days, I hope you don't mind.
- What? Nein! Don't worry, I won't be at home either, I have some work, just a few days.
- ahh well maybe we will arrive home at the same time!
- ja! It would be a coincidence, a good one. Where will you go?
- Oh, my Mom's house, I'll visit her for a few days, my flight is this Wednesday, and I'll be back on Monday.
- Ah that's really nice, I hope you have a nice moment with her.
(...)
You're ready to take your flight, you were just waiting, when a group of armed men appeared.
- okay everybody, lay on the floor! We will not harm you if you obey!
Some people started to run, others screamed, the sound of shotguns...
The same man was shooting, while the rest of his companions were capturing people, you were on the floor, you took your phone and pressed the quick "emergency button" an old app your mother made you download just in case you needed, you knew it was useless because you and your mother lived far from each other, but after König gave you his number you added him on the emergency contacts list.
König was on his way to a mission when he Received a text. Your app sent a message with your location, an audio and a short video of what the camera phone could record, in those 15 seconds a man was yelling at you and others.
He opened it and saw that your location was the same as where he was going, he froze when he saw you were a hostage, the biggest fear, rage and desire to protect you grew inside him.
He and his team arrived, but they couldn't access the place easily, every door had a bomb, they didn't know if those were real or false but they couldn't take the risk, they started to plan and work.
You and the other hostages were on the floor, the group of men were kicking, yelling and hitting you, one of them was enjoying hurting you, taller than you and corpulent, you couldn't do much to protect yourself, he made you stand up pulling you by the hair, you yelped and asked him to stop.
- Sit this one in that chair, we're going to start the show.
You were sitting, you looked like a scared puppy, why you? What will they do to you? Why are they doing all this? What they want?. One of the men started to record everything, while another was talking and showing a photograph of a criminal.
- (...) Yeah, so we have hostages here, innocent people who are in serious danger, if you don't let this man free, we will start to torture and kill everybody in this place, we have bombs everywhere, don't be stupid and don't try to send cops or any kind of shitty government deal maker, those are our conditions.
Both men walked to you, while the guy who initially selected you to be tortured was ready to play his twisted game, he made you stand up from that chair.
- This pretty one is the first, we need an answer in 15 min or this one will be dead soon. Let's start...
You looked at all of them, scared, begging them to not do it, a knife cutting deep your thighs, a punch on your eye, your nose and mouth were bleeding, your ribs broken, you were crying, yelling because of the pain, one of them was ready to stab you when a big man dressed in black shoot at him, a clean headshot, you fell on the floor while all the men started to run, shoot and fight, you saw more people in black joining to the fight, you can't focus your view, you can't see clearly, you're fainting, you saw this big guy approaching, you can't see his face, he's wearing a black mask or something, he's talking to you but you can't hear him well.
- Schatz! Look at me, stay with us! Do you hear me?
Schatz? You remember that word, but... Where? Who? You're exhausted, your body aches, you're probably hallucinating.
«Hey! Prepare an ambulance!» you hear him yell at someone else then he carried you in his arms, this strange blurry guy in black saved you, you rested your head in his chest, you're feeling sleepy.
- Schatz, Mein Liebling, stay awake, I'm taking you to the ambulance, you will be fine, ja?
You didn't listen to him anymore, you closed your eyes, you just had flashbacks of the trip In the ambulance but that was all.
After two days you finally opened your eyes. There's a white lamp in the ceiling, the smell of medicine and sickness, a hospital? Were you alive?
You tried to sit but the pain in your ribs prevented you and a familiar voice filled the silence of the room.
- Hey, easy Schatz, you're fine, you're in the hospital.
There he was, König was in a chair close to you, he looked tired, and... Was he wearing black? What's going on?
- König? What... What's going on? What happened? Why are you here, what happened with your job?
He just let a small laugh out and handed you a glass of water.
- too many questions, drink some water first please, ja? You are in the hospital because you were hurt after the airport attack, I'm here because apparently I'm one of your emergency contacts... Schatz, Do you remember what happened in the airport?
You looked at him carefully, his voice, his clothes, and that word, «Schatz». Was he the one who saved you?
- I remember I was waiting to board the plane when those men appeared, then I... Well... You're my emergency contact, so I sent the emergency text, I remember those men hitting and hurting me and I remember the man who saved me, you probably will think I'm crazy but... That man looked pretty much like you... But he was covering his face with a mask or something.
He smiled nervously at you and hid his face with his hands.
- Was it you könig?
He looked at you once again and nodded in silence, the surprise in your face made him more nervous, he never told you about his job but you weren't expecting to find it out in this way.
- You never told me about your job...
You were playing with your hands and the glass, he was looking at his shoes, talking almost in a whisper.
- I can't talk about it... For your protection... And because it's better if you don't know how and who I am at work.
You don't want to make him feel as if you were angry or uncomfortable with it, you're just surprised, he looks too shy and kind to work in something like that.
- I understand... And I know it was really a coincidence and that you were just doing your job but... thanks for saving me.
He doesn't respond, he's still looking at his shoes. As if he was a little boy in trouble.
- König?
- Hmm?
- I won't ask you about your job, If you can't tell me about it, I'm fine with it... look at me Kö.
He finally looked at you, he looked sad or ashamed but you smiled at him and took his big hand on yours.
- Thank you for saving me. You're a good emergency contact.
You blinked your good eye at him, He smiled at you and kissed your hand.
- Just call and I'll be there Schatz.
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Hidden Surprise
Here is the Yubin fic that was written from that suggestion sent in by blep. Some face fucking involved. I'm thinking now I should've gone the double GP route because having it be a gp reader instead of m makes little difference because of how I wrote the fic. Regret
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Yubin x GP fem/M reader (Idk)
You sit legs crossed under the table, overhearing everyone talk before the fansign actually starts. You huff, tired of waiting. It had been over a month since you last saw Yubin. You’d send messages and video chat, of course, but it wasn’t the same. When her members told you they wanted to fly you out to their fansign so you could see her, you were ecstatic. You thought they would take you right to her, but, nope, you were sitting under a table waiting for her.
Your ears perk up, “Without further ado, let’s start!”You sigh in relief, knowing they are about to sit down. A pair of legs comes down before you; you recognize them as Yubin’s. A massive smile forms on your face as you scoot closer. To get her attention, you squeeze her calves; they’re soft. Yubin jumps slightly before peeking under the tablecloth and seeing your smiling face. She pretends to drop something and leans down.
“What are you doing here?”
“The others flew me out to see you.”
Yubin looks annoyed, “Mmm, I- don’t get me in trouble.” She says before giving you a peck on the cheek. “I missed you, but don’t do anything.” Yubin pulls her head back and returns to her idol mode. The shuffling of feet behind you gives you a warning that people are starting to reach Yubin. You scoot closer to her, running your hands up and down Yubin’s legs. After a while, you get bored of sitting under the table and playing with Yubin’s legs. A naughty idea pops into your head. You spread Yubin’s legs apart and kiss her thighs. You know how much this turns her on. You kiss her other thigh, moving closer to her special place. While you can’t touch her cunt directly, you can tease it. The tiniest bit of your hand pokes out from under the tablecloth, and you press against Yubin’s slit. She jolts and has to play it off to the fan in front of her as you move your thumb up and down. You peek out from under the cloth, and as the fan behind you moves on to the next member, Yubin looks down at you. She’s angry that you would try something in public but has to return to her happy self as the next fan sits down.
You continue to tease her through the event, growing bolder. You manage to sneak your hand under her black shorts and rub her cunt; your fingers grow wet as they slide between her lips. You feel her grow wet, and her legs shake. Though you can’t see what’s going on, on the other side, you know Yubin has her lips pursed. It’s what she always does. Yubin nods her head as she listens to the fan in front of her talk. You kiss her thighs while you continue touching her, knowing she loves it. You slowly move closer to her center until you press your lips against where her slit would be. Yubin’s body begins to tremble in her seat; she’s on the verge of cumming. You deny her climax, pulling your hand away and touching her thighs instead. You didn’t realize that the event was ending so soon. When you check your phone, you realize it has been over an hour of you teasing Yubin. She stands up with her members and bids farewell to the fans before walking away.
You’re forced to sit under the table until the venue clears out. Hearing someone stomping their way over to you. The tablecloth flies over the table, and Yubin pushes her way on top of you. “You little jerk!” Yubin yells, holding onto your shirt as she shakes you back and forth.
“Ooh, the love birds are fighting,” Yooa teases. “Having fun with your girlfriend?” Yubin stops shaking you and starts dragging you across the floor.
“Where are we going?” you ask her. Yubin stays silent, even as she struggles to move you. You end up in a green room, but it’s empty. Yubin locks the door behind you.
“I told you not to do anything, and you nearly made me cum in front of Miracle.” She says before pushing you against the back wall. “I won’t let you just leave after teasing me for so long.” Yubin places her hand over your crotch, moving it up and down. You gasp at the sensation. “That’s right.” You bite your lip, trying to restrain a moan, and quickly slip your hand into her shorts. Yubin’s body stiffens as she feels your hand move. In a standoff now, neither of you wants to show weakness. Yubin moves her hand along your crotch while you do the same for her cunt. You stare at each other until she blinks first, and you switch positions, pinning her against the wall. You attack her neck, licking it and making Yubin shiver. Your attack increases as you slip your middle finger inside of Yubin. You feel how wet she is; your finger is coated in her juices as you pull it out. You slide it back in and soon add another. Yubin’s growing moans please you, “I-it’s not fair.” She says, biting her bottom lip. “You can’t do this again.”
You slide your other hand under Yubin’s shirt and feel her soft breast through her bra. You feel yourself grow hard after hearing her moans. “Get your shorts off.” You tell Yubin as you continue to finger her. She goes along with it, slowly getting into her submissive role. Her shorts fall to the floor, leaving her in a pair of wet panties, her nectar staining them as you push your fingers deeper. Yubin uses you as support; her legs are growing weak as she nears her orgasm. You pump your fingers in and out of her faster, feeling her walls grow tight around them. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she repeats. You deny her orgasm again, stopping just as she’s about to cum. “Nooo, please let me cum. Do you want me to be a good girl? I can be a good girl.”
Yubin says, begging for you to finish the job. You press your crotch against hers so she learns what you want. Yubin glances down and notices your bulge straining against your clothes. When she looks back at you, you give her a slight nod, and she kneels before you. Yubin wastes no time stripping your lower half and freeing your cock. She opens her mouth wide and slides your cock down her throat, just as she knows you like it. You feel a chill down your spine; Yubin’s tongue moves side to side along the underside of your cock. You instinctively push your hips forward, making Yubin take in more. Saliva drips from the roof of her mouth onto your cock; the warm cavern drives you crazy. You take hold of Yubin’s twin tails; they act as perfect handlebars. You start thrusting into Yubin’s mouth.
“Ah, Yubin, I love you.” You moan, your mind melting from the pleasure. You start slamming your cock down Yubin’s throat; hearing her gag and struggle turns you on. Yubin starts to moan, too; her eyes become half-lidded as you fill her mouth and throat. Saliva splashes from your cock onto her cheeks and chin. You’re nearing your climax; you thrust faster, unable to control yourself. “I’m cumming Yubin. Drink my cum!” You yell as you press Yubin against your crotch. You feel her lips against your pelvis as your cock twitches and unloads wave after wave of cum directly into Yubin’s throat. Your knees are growing weak as you continue to fill Yubin’s stomach with your cum. She struggles to drink it all, and it fills her mouth before spilling from the corners of her mouth onto her clothes. You hold the top of her head and softly thrust twice before pulling out. You leave the tip by Yubin’s lips, and she gives it a kiss. You take a step back and look at your handiwork. Yubin’s a mess, cum is running down her face and neck, staining her top. She’s struggling to keep her head straight as it tilts from one side to the other. You can’t help but smile. You kneel down and cup her cheeks, giving Yubin a kiss and tasting your cum on her tongue as you play with it. You could tell she was a bit cum drunk.
You look around the room; a large rectangular coffee table sits in the center of the room. You use what strength you have to drag it over to Yubin. You hook her arms and place her against it. The cum drunk woman immediately falls forward onto it. You strip Yubin, taking off her shirt and bra leaving her panties till the end. Now completely naked, you take up position behind her. Your cock twitches as you stare at Yubin’s pink lips. You align yourself and push in slowly. Yubin stirs, raising her head and letting out a weak moan as you fill her cunt. She’s tight, her walls fitting around your cock perfectly, as if she was made for you. It’s a feeling you missed. Placing your hands on her shoulders, you start moving. You drag your cock out of her until just the tip is left before ramming back in. Yubin’s back arcs; you run your fingertip along her spine before thrusting in again. “...more. I want more…” You hear her say. Those words are more than enough for you. You thrust quickly, feeling her cunt tighten around you when you pull her hair.
As your thrusts pick up speed, you watch as Yubin’s ass jiggles when you slam your hips into her. It taunts you in a way, so you let go of Yubin’s hair and squeeze the soft flesh in front of you. Your nails dig into her skin, and Yubin moans loudly. “Not…so rough.” You gently rub her ass in response, your hand moving in small circular motions before you lift it up and swat at her bottom. Yubin yelps, “Ah! Wait!” You give her another smack and feel her tighten around your cock.
“You like it, don’t you, Yubin? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper to her as you lean onto her body. “Not that they would get the chance to be with you.” You joke with a playful spank. To give every part of her body some attention, you moved on Yubin’s breasts. Modest as they were, you loved them. You cup Yubin’s soft mounds, squeezing them gently in your hands. Yubin’s moans became a little louder as you teased her nipples. She wouldn’t last much longer as your continued thrusts started to knock against her womb. Wanting to overload Yubin, you pinched her sensitive nipples. You could feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she tried to hold in her moans. She neared the edge, and you were going to push her over it. You kiss the back of her neck as you drive your cock deep inside her.
Yubin turns her head toward you; you press your lips against hers. You can hear her whining as she gets close. “I’m going to cum inside.”
“Mmm, Cum inside me.” Yubin cries. She grips the table's edge, and her pussy tightens around you. Your cock starts twitching inside Yubin, and you bury yourself inside her before shooting your cum into her womb. You feel her pussy milking you; you can’t help but let out soft moans and shiver at the sensation. You turn Yubin’s head around and kiss her again before you pull out. Resting on top of Yubin, you drag her body back and have her sit on your lap. “I…never want you to come to another fansign…” Yubin says in a tired voice. You laugh it off.
“Well, you have to hope your members don’t fly me out to one.” You retort before giving her another kiss. “And maybe come home sooner so I don’t touch you as much.”
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AITA for telling my bff what my ex said about them?
I had broken up with my ex 6 months beforehand and didn't talk about it with anyone but my mom and therapist for that amount of time. My friends knew it effected me pretty bad but didn't pry when I just wanted to keep it private. My ex was very long distance and didn't have many friends, so I introduced her to my irl friend group so she could have some people to talk to virtually at least. I didn't want me wanting to break up be the reason for our friends to pick sides or anything like that.
Now long story short, my ex was not happy I was ending things. She got angry saying I wasn't allowed to do this, telling me how she'd lie to our friends about me to get them to leave me as alone as she was. She gave me an order of names based on how likely she thought they'd believe her. She made "rules" for the breakup that I would still have to talk to her daily and keep an eye on her mental health so she didn't "do something stupid" and how it was my fault she was like this.
I have had previous close relationships where I felt responsible for peoples lives so I agreed. I may not have wanted to be with her romantically anymore, but of course I wanted her to live and move on and be happy. Over the months I was listening to her talk about her declining mental health, her refusals to seek professional help, her angry speeches about how I was living my life, etc. One of these speeches was about my bff and about how she blamed my bff for our breakup. And how if I didn't talk to my bff I would still be dating her. (untrue of course, if anyone blame my mom and therapist lol)
One day, my bff came over for the first time in ages for some one on one time rather than a group hang out. Our schedules were always just all over the place. I listened to her tell me about some life updates, and then she brought up how weird it was that my ex had recently started dming her wanting to be closer friends. Bff made comments about how she thought it was funny because why would she want to be closer to the person causing me grief for this long.
At this point, my mind had gone through the cycles of fearing that my ex had gotten to my bff on her list of "friends to lie to to take her side" and also shock and relief that my bff was able to tell how bad my emotional state had been for months without talking to her about what happened.
I just broke down crying
After some comfort from bff, she asked if I wouldnt mind telling her what happened and I ended up telling her.
Now my bff was pissed at my ex after I told her everything. The next day she had written an angry message to my ex defending me, and told me about it. This had me panicking more because I was scared of what my ex would do.
It turned into my ex berating me for telling my friend that "she hates her" in reference to the blaming her for the breakup because it was something she didnt feel anymore (unlikely, she had told me like 2 weeks before this she still felt that way) so I was just trying to ruin her friendships. she ordered me to tell my bff i was lying about everything
I had grown so tired of this, so I said no. I told her I only told my bff the truth and she made her own opinions. I was not responsible for that. and I told her finally that I was not responsible for her at all and thought it'd be better to go no contact.
At the same time, my bff had removed my ex from our group chats (without me telling her i was gonna go non contact, but because she thought itd be good for me) and apologized for sending the message to my ex as it was just causing more drama.
It still eats me up sometimes though. Was I the asshole for telling my bff what my ex said about her? Given, I could have just told her the exact details of the breakup without what my ex said about blaming her after the fact. Given the heightened emotions of what brought the conversation up, I just let it all out.
What are these acronyms?
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For You, Anything || NakedToaster x Reader
Authors note: I meant to put this in when i posted it hut work got in the way smh but !! This was my piece for the Teahouse collab, which you can find the other entries here !
Warnings: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth
Summary: You've sworn off love. After the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. Or, that's what the plan had been. You wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. And you, they'd do just about anything.
WC: 1.5k
You can tell that the little server is starting to wake for the night, by the sound of your notifications going off at a rapid pace. A smile crosses your face as you head over to your computer, double clicking on its icon that you had previously pinned to the taskbar.
One by one the messages loaded before your eyes, not that you had much time to read them before everyone was welcoming you back.
Nightowl was the first, as he quickly sent 'Hey hey hey! My fellow insomniac is here!'
'You two seriously need to fix your sleep schedules.' Was Onion's way of saying hi to you today.
'Hello to you too, Onion. I swear i'm trying my hardest' you type in response, before pausing and sending another message, 'Nightowl on the other hand…he's beyond saving.'
This earned an appearance from Quest, who came in to defend Nightowl on the low, 'Lets not gang up on the kid,'
'Thanks Quest, at least someone believes in me T-T'
You hummed to yourself, as another message made its way into the server. Though, this time it wasn't directed at you.
'Well if it isn't the ever so elusive Toaster.' Xyx's odd profile picture graced the chat room as he noted that Nakedtoaster was now active in the server.
'Wakey wakey Toast and shakey~' came Nightowl, quick to reference a story that Salo had told the group some few days ago.
'That again? How many times are you going to greet me with that, Owl?' You could practically hear the half-hearted exasperation through Toaster's message as if he was sitting right next to you.
'Is it better than Xyx always following up with "what's shakin bacon?" ' owl asked next, knowing full and well that Toaster really didn't mind either of the terms.
You took the slight lapse in the conversation to greet him yourself, 'good evening Toasty,'
'yeah yeah evening' he sends, then a short pause before another message from him loads, 'specifically good evening to you though.'
Another smile settles onto your features, as you reread his message.
From there the server seemed to find a good tempo in a happy conversation, talking about some bloomic fan-theory that June happened to come across just a few days prior.
You pull your attention away from the monitor for a moment to check your phone, swiping away the notifications displayed at the top of its screen. Outside of the server, you didn't have very many people to talk to. Sure, you had a few friends from work, and maybe one or two acquaintances that you made when you were still in school, but as life seemed to drag on, the less you heard from them. There was a point in time where you had a previous partner, and you had spent most of your free time with him.
And while things had started off nicely, they didn't end that way. He was controlling, you had to dress a certain way, speak a certain way, you had to take interest in the things he liked. The conversations were never about you. He would constantly criticize you, from the way you looked, to the way you'd write your As. By the time you finally managed to escape the guy, he had stripped you of who you were, or who you had been.
Your eyes glance to the date in the corner of your monitor. It had been nearly a year and a half since then. A year and a half of trying to fit cut up puzzle pieces together, in hopes that you'd get to see yourself again. Eighteen months of pushing yourself past your limits just to pick your hobbies and interests back up. Eighteen months of wondering if you could even go back to who you were before the guy.
A quiet ping from your computer broke you from your thoughts, and you looked to see a message from Toasty in the juicy gamers channel, one that only held Xyx, Toaster and yourself. Its purpose was supposed to be for Toaster and Xyx to talk about ffxiv, but by now it was just another chat room within the bloomic server.
As you clicked on the channel, you saw that it had been Nakedtoaster who pinged you, asking if you were alright, since you had gone quiet in the general chat.
'I'm alright! I was just thinking about something a little serious, I guess I got lost in my train of thought for a bit.'
You watched as it showed him typing, then a pause, then that he was typing again. Finally, he sent his message, 'wanna talk in the voice channel? You can share your thoughts with me if you'd like'
You pause for a moment. That would mean telling them about your ex. Not that you weren't ever open about your past with the server before. But, this was different. After breaking things off with your ex, you had promised yourself to do one thing; to swear off love, at least until you were ready to try again. You didn't want to rush into another relationship, only to doubt yourself again. You couldn't get stuck in another situation like that, especially if you weren't ready to put yourself first. And if you were being honest with yourself, you hardly had the words to explain that to someone else.
Yet, you found yourself joining Toaster's call, easily falling into the pattern that the two of you had made in your time in the server.
"You /still/ take forever to join calls," he smiles into his camera, slightly leaned forwards as they spoke into their mic.
You playfully roll your eyes at the comment, sighing as you did, "Not my fault /someone/ is so impatient,"
"Only because it's you,"
Your breath seems to hitch in your throat. Toaster said it so casually, that you almost missed how they actually meant it. You always seemed to misinterpret their words, everything he said always felt like it held more weight. And despite your vow to stay far away from relationships, you could never shake off the ever growing mix of anxiety and something that you didn't want to name that resided within your mind.
"Hey, you alright? I've called your name a few times now," Toasty is leaned back in his chair again, a worried look clear as day on his face.
You blink a few times, fighting off an awkward smile, mind racing to think of any excuse. When you couldn't form the words, Toaster let out a slow chuckle, as if he had understood your train of thought.
"I meant that as in…well." He paused, a heavy blush spreading across his face, "As in, I really enjoy talking with you and I'm impatient."
"But, only me?"
"Yeah. I wanted to say something earlier, but, I think I might have developed..uh..feelings for you."
The feeling was back. A confusing amount of dread, and content, like oil and water, refusing to mix but making themselves known aggressively.
"Toaster I-" you start, feeling your hands begin to shake, "I'm not…well…I don't want to outright say no or anything but..I'm not sure I'm ready for..well for that."
To your surprise, they let out another gentle laugh, nodding their head as they leaned back towards their mic, "I know,"
"Huh?"
"Well, I remembered awhile back that you mentioned a shitty ex, so I figured that this might be the case if I did confess…which is why I prepared myself." You watch as he fidgets with the short microphone stand, his eyes straying to something on his desk as he continued, "I'm not going to rush you. And I'm not going to make you tell me anything about your past relationship. I wanted to tell you that I like you, so that you know that I'm here, if you'll have me, whenever that may be."
You were stunned. Despite spending so much time with the Blooming Panic server, getting to know everyone, and letting them get to know this new, healing version of yourself, you had never stopped to think that any of them would actually take a deeper interest in you. Especially when you seemed to feel so lost in your own self worth and image, like looking into a mirror that was hastily glued back together. And yet they had. Nakedtoaster had looked at the same mirror, and decided that he wanted you.
You hardly notice a small stream of tears that fall from your face, as you speak, "You'd do that for me? You'd really wait?"
They lean back in their chair again, looking towards their camera with half lidded eyes, "I like you for who you are, and I know that. So, as long as I know that I want you, I'm okay with waiting."
He lets you sit for a moment, not commenting on your tears, or on the way you couldn't believe his words. Toasty was true to their words, they'd be okay with you taking your time, in this moment, and in the next. Something told you that you could trust him with that. Slowly, you let a smile make its way onto your face as you wipe away the uncertainty that had come from your eyes. Then, when you bring your attention back to them, they say one more thing.
"So, of course. For you, I'd do anything."
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being friends with barry allen headcanons (timeline)
you meet at the college
barry allen x reader (reaching)
long, with a plot, I liked this format hehe
you actually look for someone to help you with your ***problem***
and you notice this weird smart guy who's kinda sociable but doesn't really have a lot of friends
you hear he's somewhat of a physics and chemistry genius and is going for some kind of super scholarship for his master's
that's exactly what you need
he's happy to get a new friend and it's quite comfortable with him
it's obvious he's not very good with people as he can come off as awkward and obsessive at times
also he talks like a lot and sometimes it gets really overwhelming
however most of the times he says really smart or observant things and soon you find that appreciating him is easy
he's almost always in a good mood and would do anything to make you smile
he's sooo in his own world. you're amazed at how people around don't even scratch the surface on Barry
you share music
the two weird queers vibe
the happy, bubbly, adhd x the moody, approach me and i stab you vibe
Barry wonders why you don't like going out much and when you two talk about all these things you missed out on in your lives, it's apparent he's more accomplished than you, and he's just very sweetly curious about it
he listens to k-pop because it's fast, bright, energetic, like him
he LOVES texting about nothings
it's just beep beep beep all day long
sometimes he starts repeating the same thing and it gets insufferable
he's texting you random things that come to his mind
twice a month though he gets very serious; that's the only thing he doesn't like sharing
you kinda laugh at everybody when you get together
you name your alliance 'loser nerds'
you've no idea how much in common you actually have
he eats all the time and always finishes your food if you have a bigger portion than what you can eat
he's kinda self-aware, highly empathetic and reads people easily. he just doesn't click with them, or, rather, they don't want to click with him
he helps you with science tests
tried tutoring you - you're very unproductive together. you end up watching youtube and deciding to go get food every time
you reeeeaally like his smile, it's so child-like in a good way
he thinks that "like if you were a girl you would be really cute and intimidating, I mean, you are a girl, but not in that way, well, you understand what I mean yeah?"
i mean like if you were... a... and I was...
what I mean is you're very uh, like, your pHYsicAl bOdY...
you cut his torture short by saying you undertsnad he means you're pretty
he gets extremely nervous when you don't prepare for tests properly though
he's like, very focused and dedicated for a guy with such short attention span
has a new 'micro crush' every week and you discuss them, then he forgets about them
he is late everywhere, all of the time
couple of times he just forgets about your plans and you end up waiting for him at the station, or at the park, for an hour
he's a good friend though, he's got otherwise good memory, he is just easily distracted
he remembers important things you tell him, his brain is like a computer
totally judging people together, having the whole gatherings for discussing the tea
when you're bored you send him a message "requesting AI Barry" and Barry pretends to be an AI and messages you a bunch of physics and astronomy facts. he is really good at mimicking AI
he wouldn't pass the Turing test lol
longingly looking at your lunch
he's suspiciously strong and lean for a nerd who just exists in the college, at a coffeeshop and at home, and eats every time you lay your eyes on him
he gets very, very sad sometimes
it takes him a long time to open up about his family
he's surprisingly non-awkward and non-needy when he talks about his father. it feels like the goal of his life is to prove him innocent, and he doesn't even care what you think about it, in a good way
"I'll do it one day"
he generally comes through with his promises, if he doesn't forget
as a friend, he's most appreciative of your intelligence and wit, because he gets bored easily
he may be a bit harsh when talking about people sometimes. like when he starts whining that a line is long
he's very self-sufficient AND clingy at the same time
he looks like a person with a secret, but you can't figure out what it is
huge hugs and awkward supportive taps on the back or the stomach. he doesn't seem to know that you can touch a girl in a friendly way and not make it weird.
he calls you “moody brollerina” referring to your usual unsociable disposition. you call him “science boy”
having a secret code language consisting of shortened versions of slang words
no idea where you'd use it as nobody really gives a shit about you two
after months and months of bonding, you open up to him about the reason you approached him in the first place
you tell him that at eight years old you had had an accident after which you got the most horrible ability one could imagine
at thirteen years old you made your dad vanish during a fight. your father always hated you, your family was extremely dysfunctional; still, it's not a reason to make your own old man disappear together with a kitchen stool, right?
you discovered you had this terrifying ability to make things, and people, vanish. at first, for several years, you 'vanished' nine other people. those were only the people who scared you; the phenomenon seemed to be triggered by extreme fright and discomfort
you lived your whole life trying to come up with some explanation, you were terrified even just to live. because you had no idea where this power came from and what moment it would manifest itself again. every day you spent in terror that some banal occurrence will trigger you and you'll vanish innocent people
Barry is excited, preoccupied, astonished at what he is hearing. you do the confession in the lab, because that's the place you can most frequently find him at
you expect disappointment because, being honest, you specify that you decided to become friends with him in hopes that he'll be intelligent enough to crack this puzzle
Barry only hears "I can make people disappear"
it's a bit scary but, more importantly, "completely balooney and amazing" for him; he sees something in it immediately
but before he gets to the point, his face lights up and he says,
"you know it's funny that you chose me specifically, because..."
he tells you that he also has superabilities and demonstrates it
you stare at each other in the moment of mutual amazement
you're now the 'super loser nerds'. you can't believe you managed to find each other AND both be... super?
you don't consider yourself super, but Barry thinks otherwise
he doesn't really grasp the whole scale of the unending torture this gift brought to you; he just sees sci-fi come true
he immediately assumes you're somehow able to create black holes and control the process of closing them
he gets to work; ideas swarm his head; he gets hyperfixated on it
it's incredible to see that he thinks no less of you; even though you told him everything you've done and how some of those people you vanished, were really bad, and you actually wished them to disappear
you hadn't vanished anyone in ten years though.
now, as you even so much as shared this secret with someone, the iron grip on your mind is loosened just a little bit. it didn't hurt that Barry did not push you away but offered an alternative view
as he's building the device that may possibly help track the process, he says,
you're not just a medical miracle; you're a cosmic paradox
in the middle of building the device, he slaps himself on his face and says
goddamn I'm slow. pun intended. I can actually watch you do it, right? I can observe at superspeed
you're afraid that the experiment, should it be conducted, can go terribly wrong. you had never done it intentionally. you hadn't done it in ten years. no witnesses were ever present. it's unprecedented, awfully dangerous, impossible in your mind
for weeks Barry is forced to beg you; after all, you came to him for answers, and that would be impossible without action. so, you finally agree it's only logical
as you prepare for the experiment, you think about how Barry is the first friend you've had in years. and how the last thing you want to do now is utilize the curse of a power that's been given to you, in any vicinity of him.
you look at how he is putting on his heavy dark red costume he'd built himself and how he is actually even cooler than you thought all this time. he's actually helping people, and he is building his own equipment. he's not some forsaken freak with this demonic, haunting burden. you remember you actually read some quiet rumors on obscure websites about his existence
you don't want him standing in the room while you do this; Barry wants to step really close to the cup you're about to vanish. you argue for an hour before he finally convinces you. he begs you to trust his abilities, showering you with all these physics terms and expressions you don't understand
maybe it's fate? he asks. that we should meet and I will be the one who can actually help you
he clearly doesn't get how deep this sinkhole is; how absolutely chthonic and cosmically scary it is, when you make something vanish. without a sound, or explosions, it just suddenly disappears, never to return again
finally you agree on ten steps. you put the cup on the desk, and Barry gets to superspeed. you see blue electrical flashes engulf him
for the first time in ten years, you do it, and it's easy, like breathing. the cup disappears, and Barry is seemingly still standing on the same spot, only, now his eyes are huge
his best theory is, you do create a macro black hole. the object gets condensed so badly that its atoms begin to dissolve, but for a normal human eye it's too quick. but at his superspeed, he did see it. the cup dissipating in the air while the space around it was warping.
he looks like it's the happiest day of his life, like he's about to cry
he holds your hands, ignoring the trauma this experiment has awoken in you, but you let it slide, because he says that you, and only you, might be the answer to every question in the world. you can operate matter.
this is not about you anymore. this is about the universe
he gets to work again
he builds these multiple devices that are supposed to track the object up until the moment it vanishes through the hole. it shows the characteristic spike of radiation strictly in the spot where the vanishing occurs
single-handedly Barry turns your understanding of what you are, upside down. he says a lot of things he doesn't deem too important, but you listen to his words
he calls you quantum miracle, cosmic phenomenon, the answer to all, the space-time fairy. no one has ever called you that
at the worst days, you debate the moral complications of your power. he is trying to imagine what it's like to not technically kill people but... erasing them
he tells you about one event that weighs on him
when he was 18, right after he got his powers, he still hadn't got the whole scoop of what they really are. he wanted to protect a lady who was being assaulted, and pushed the guy while on superspeed.
the guy, he said, exploded, banging against the building, like a meat bag.
you're trying to imagine Barry the summer child, eighteen years old, looking at what he's done, and realize it must have been very heavy
he looks at you like you're special, not like you're this volatile creature that should be locked away
you bond way stronger than before
you now keep each other's secret and protect each other more
him being Barry, he goes overboard a little
once he scares off a guy from your faculty who's been annoying you
it annoys you instead, you feel like Barry is too close, takes too much upon himself, is trying to control you
you continue testing, experimenting. the device works only as long; the moment the object disappears, the tracking is useless as its atoms get broken down into smaller particles
Barry feels, as he watches the recorded process in electromagnetic spectrum, that this is the most important breakthrough of all time
it adds him a lot of points that he never begs you to reveal your power to the world; to go to the big scientists, or on TV, or start 'saving people together'. he is happy having this huge thing all to himself. there's a lot to unpack and research anyway, before any kind of consistent conclusion can be achieved.
one spring day, as you sit at home, Barry calls you, which is unusual. he's a texting guy
he whispers "So I am here with the Batman..."
he asks if you want to go somewhere and meet someone, some robots, and team, and some apocalypse thing - it's very confusing because Barry is mumbling and stuttering
he is gathering a team of people like you and me! you finally manage to get something coherent out of him
but you're not like him
Barry is fast, he's smart, he can utilize his gift to help people
you can only harm them
he promises to message you asap and the next day, the news start getting out, about some planetary cataclysms.
in a couple of days, you start getting messages from him
in a week, he's at your door
he says that there are others like you and him, you notice how he presses on the 'you and him', like you're similar, but you know, and he knows, that he is only saying it not to exclude you. even optimistic Barry understands that you're not like Aquaman, Wonder Woman or the Cyborg, or even slightly radioactive Superman
you are very proud of your friend. soon, it's the summer of graduation, and now you're both free. you spend days searching for a job and living in this new world, where Barry is on a team of superheroes, and you also have your shred of hope
your new life has begun when he proved that a) you can control it, b) it's not solely apocalyptic, it's also universal
you have fallen for him the moment he offered you his last piece of chewing gum, which happened a month after you became friends
actually
you get really drunk closer to autumn. you do, Barry can't. he just hangs out with you the whole night and has no problem having fun anyway. he watches you get drunk, drags you across the street to a karaoke, where you two sing "dumb ways to die" and become local stars
he brings you to his place in the morning just to be sure you're okay
he hasn't seen anyone in his bed for... ever. he's a nerd, he doesn't get to date.
to make you comfortable, he takes off your shoes, your hoodie (very carefully), and unbuttones your jeans
when you wake up, you're touched by his adorable care
Barry always tells you about the Team, all the time, and you listen to these stories like a child
you watch him mature in front of you
but you still dissect the Justice League and discuss each member; they all get their nicknames and memes associated with them
you both call Wonder Woman the Crush. no explanation needed
Superman is Captain Blue Pyjamas
you come up with the Flash, remembering how electricty flows around when Barry is moving at the superspeed. he is ecstatic at this name
at this point, the physical aspect between you two is still surprisingly awkward. you're not very accustomed to touch while Barry craves it; as a result you do a lot of hugs that are too long, touches that are in all the wrong places, and uneasy, comical, supporting pat-pats.
the only time Barry acts extremely confidently and on point is when he is the Flash. his the Flash persona is just on another level of precision. that's probably because superspeed is more natural to him than human speed.
when he is still hot from the run, he is actually... sexy?
he has a habit of giving you very long looks while he's thinking.
when you ask what he's staring at he says the view of you helps him concentrate
you get sad because you feel like when you look at him, you see super-Barry, your peer, your friend, a pretty guy, a fighter, a geek
but when he looks at you, he sees the quantum miracle, and that's why you inspire him
after a year he's still going on about your power, and black holes, and multiverse travel
he also still makes you laugh and forgets about plans, and then apologizes with huge amounts of food
you feel like the Justice League knows about you, but you're never approached by anybody; you suspect Barry protects you very well, and you're grateful for that
but you inevitably start feeling more and more distant from him. Justice League, his job, the thoughts about his father take so much time that he's constantly running somewhere
you, in comparison, with your part-time job, feel like you do nothing at all
to lift your spirits, he'd give you a pat on the back and say, 'super loser nerds for life!'
but you're not his only friend anymore. he is now friends with Victor, and Superman seems really cool, and the Batman seems to help him out a lot. he meets new people at work, and, as he's more confident now, makes new friends
he's still your only friend because you have an adamant habit of staying away from people
the little weird happy bubble of loser nerds has burst
for the first time in your life, you want to be normal and participate, but unfortunately now Barry doesn't have too much time for it
he is trying, because he still is passionately your friend
you meet in free hours, at the coffeeshops, for an occasional walk almost at night; it doesn't hurt that he can run through the whole city in seconds
you still talk about space, and matter, and movies, and food, and your ex college peers, but now it's more like old people's mumbling because both of you have changed
these conversations are warmer, quieter, Barry acts mature more often, and also touches your hand more
he's still the happy energetic boy
at some point you understand your two worlds drift away from each other very slowly
he feels your sadness more and more often and, in his Barry manner, tries to drill your head through with questions
inevitably, there's a catastrophe next to you sooner or later. in the world where superheroes exist, their presence attracts supervillains and disasters. Barry actually has done some research about the statistics of causes-consequences when he wanted to get a rest from exams.
you ride to the Gotham City on your day off to see the Superman installation.
you like it very much for some reason; it's the open space, the quiet luxury of skyscrapers around, the green park, or the installation itself.
this is the exact day when something decides to crash about ten buildings in the centre of the city
you always dread situations like this because you don't know what to expect from yourself
you'd lived in this eggshell, safe and isolated, for ten years, Barry excluded, and always your worst nightmare was getting in the middle of some big collision
you panic, you rush here and there, the screams and the vibration of the ground, the thundering sound makes you lose your mind
you try calling Barry but he doesn't pick up
not until it's too late
you try to think quickly; if you run, you're a coward; if you try to vanish the damage, people might disappear and die; if you vanish everyone, you'll be a monster
so you freeze
you see three figures hovering above in the sky; looking scary. they look like the evil Justice League: a woman with long hair, resembling a witch; a strong man; and someone little, like Barry
maybe it's time to die, you think. you feel very alone
he calls back and it sounds like he's running. Barry is shouting, begging you to tell him you're not in Gotham
you're stunned he remembers your plans
in seconds, he's next to you, and the shockwave of him stopping actually knocks you off your feet
falling, you're still looking at the insidious figures in the sky, and you get so frightened, that they disappear
Barry panickes as well, he's very good at it, but he's thinking
I'm gonna zap you, okay? I have to zap you and carry you away, you can't vanish all those people
you agree; he gives you a zap of electricity; and finally you're at peace, at least for some time
when you wake up, Gotham City is quiet. You lay in the soft comfort of someone's car.
the Justice League is there and they're finishing with the rescue
regardless of the destruction and the ruins of ten massive buildings, they seem pretty happy
Barry is fucking exhausted, he's chewing something and looks half dead, and still, he's happy to see you
when you emerge and look for them, he runs at you, introducing you to the others. You see Batman, which seems unreal, the Crush is also there, and Captain Blue Pyjamas. Barry's new best friend Cyborg, and hairy, angry Aquaman.
Barry puts his arm around your shoulders, so driven to the edge and tired that he barely understands what is happening
this is my... my... Y/N
you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder like he's about to faint.
he whispers super loser nerds
you look at how the others observe you; some with curiosity, others, with amazement. Diana the Crush is smiling softly
why are they looking at me like that Barry?
because you got rid of half of the Injustice League, brollerina
is that one of our funny nicknames? Injustice League?
unfortunately, it's not
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!
NAME: sam!! yes with the !!. imperative (i'm joking) but I also respond to Zack!
PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them!
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: until I'm comfy giving you my discord IMs will have to do!
NAME OF MUSE(s): Kaeya Alberich. in fact, multiple Kaeya Alberichs. In his Fatuiverse, he named himself Ambroise Petrov. ...... I have a lot of verses ok-
BEST EXPERIENCE: OH, MAKING HIM A FUCKING. HSR VERSE. so many more interactions and people interested in my essential appropriation in the Enigmata path and lore..... sorry hoyov.erse. this is mine now. i'm making him friends and ships and i move the lore now
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:
- Do people still read an heartfelt, emotional reply from their partners and don't come yelling in their DMs about it as soon as they can?? That's the highest thing that puts me off on my list of Things That Put Sam off and you won't get the same effort off me if this happens consistently! sorry.
- everyone but me has square icons...................... where is the rotund. where is the round. PLEASE @ MY FELLOW ROTUND ICONS COME TO ME I'M AFRAID (I love y'alls icons im jk)
- If you start acting weird/spiteful because you assume my actions are sending a message you don't vibe with, your best bet is coming to ask me directly what I was trying to do/say. Me reblogging an ask meme/headcanon I made multiple times during the day is not to desperately attract your attention and coercing YOU specifically into sending me one: most of my rp partners have wonky timezomes but still want to read what I wrote/try to interact and this is faster than sending links to 8+ people. If you don't plot with me/send me ask memes, then there'll always be next time. Don't overthink it and don't make it weird, I exist in my own space and do my own things and I'll be happy if you want to vibe with me.
MUSE PREFERENCES: muses who have been damaged emotionally and still come on top of it ''well'' while hiding some sort of traumas...... muses with masks, multiple layers. onion muses that get vulnerable and get peeled layer by layer, painfully raw by the end of it. muses with skewered morals who learn with surprise that they can think in other ways than the ones they've been taught. in fact, H:SR Kaeya is an amalgamate of everything I like in terms of muse's personalities smashed together
PLOTS OR MEMES: MEMES. faster to plot on, versatile, takes the awkwardess of the first plot off entirely if we're trying to interact, and I can adapt them to almost anything. I wanna say both, but plots are harder to start due to busy lives expecially if those require a starter :( i wanna say that we can mix both... start a plot with an ask meme that turns into a thread. that I can do and is a very good compromise for me
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: 4 paras for each reply or assume I have been alien-napped by weird beings and switched with an impostor who wasn't left a script to follow to impersonate me.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: EVENING... if i'm not drawing or chatting with people or playing, I crack my fingers after my afternoon nap and kick in gear. lock in. ..... then I get distracted but that's another story
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): HOOO BOY I HOPE THE FUCK NOT. maybe i'm more like Wriothesley in terms of muses despite his blog collecting dust: I cope healthily and am normal? I think??
tagged by: i stole it from myself. ultimate thief level tagging: HMMMHMMHMHM who hasn't done this already... mmmmm @predvestnik and @dupliciti as usual but also @aguilareye @glacialswordsman and everyone else who would like to join in!
#from another realm ━ (ooc)#''sam you said youd do the memes you shared yesterday'' ill reblog it once then start at it bc its the wee hours after lunch#peace signs out
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Modern Day Sugar Daddy Penigni AU
Where Carlo set up his twin brother Pinocchio up on a sugar daddy app on his phone and didn't tell him 'til Pino gets a notification that he got a message from someone that was sent with special VIP perks so it got priority.
Turns out it is legit one of the richest, most famous dudes of the time: Lorenzini Venigni. Reaching out to Pino with a very sweet message. Saying how he would like to get to know him more.
OFC Pino is super confused. Then when he figures what must've happened he is furious with Carlo, but being that he is away on a trip with Dad for the weekend, there's nothing he can do but spam him with very angry text messages.
But after some time he gets curious. Is this guy really who he says he is? Because Pino actually has seen him before at fancy, rich people galas and benefits that he was dragged to by his father. And on TV ads. And even on the radio.
But there's no way a guy like that would be using an app to find stuff to spend money on! So Pinocchio makes it his weekend goal to take his anger out on this clearly fake dude by catching him in the act. He's determined!!
They chat for a bit and Pino quickly sets up a meeting. Tries to make him give up when he suggests they go to the most fancy Italian restaurant in town--one that supposedly, Venigni's family OWNS! He is fully expecting the guy to not show up, because that restaurant is booked out for months in advance. There's just no way.
Regardless, just to feel better about himself, he dresses up nice. He makes sure his hair is nice and silky smooth and pulled back in a polite pony tail. He wears his fancy suit that his dad bought him, and he shows up at the restaurant.
Which, he finds, the parking lot is completely empty to. Weird...
He approaches the doors. They're open. P is super confused now, even more when he gets greeted and escorted to a table in the middle of the dining room. All other tables are missing and no one else is in sight: until Venigni--LITERALLY VENIGNI--actually shows up.
Pinocchio is just. Gobsmacked. Can barely say anything. Is suddenly very, very shy. Doesn't know what to do when Venigni offers him a hug, so he just lets himself be embraced before sitting down.
But as the night unwinds, Venigni has a way of getting him to open up and for the first time in their short relations, actually be honest about things. P even admits that his twin signed him up on the app and he wasn't actually looking for a sugar daddy. And the only reason he engaged at all was because he was sure he was trolling or a catfish.
Venigni is relieved. He wasn't actually looking for a sugar baby, either. He was looking for something more stable. Serious. Of course, he'd have no qualms to treating someone special...
Pino is smitten. So is Venigni. They can't get enough of each other, but Venigni never pushes things too far. They don't kiss that night, but they both delete the app in front of one another at the table and exchange numbers instead.
Thus, the relationship commences.
On TV and in interviews, Venigni is this huge personality. In actuality, he is very sweet, and very romantic, and very cute. And sends P boomer memes all day and they always make him laugh because of how stupid and wholesome they are.
Carlo won't stop bugging Pino about how it was HIM who won him the relationship jackpot and Pino has to concede. Geppetto is actually pleased with Pino, for once, because he's found a respectable partner. Even if family dinners with Venigni now consist of very, very boring scientific discussions the whole night long, P is happy! He loves Venigni so much and Venigni loves him!!! THE END!
#lies of p#pinocchio#lorenzini venigni#LoP#penigni#headcanons#this turned out longer than i intended sorry
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New works published, December ahead, and plans for the new year!
Good evening and happy December!
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Happy second night of Hanukkah for anyone else celebrating, we lit our first candle last night and have also been doing a Hanukkah gift box with little bears and accessories, so we'll see if our first bear gets a yarmulke or something to wear tonight.
In the past month, I did go along to the Wakefield Makers Fair and it was a brilliant day, was lovely to speak to lots of other queer people in Wakefield and to chat around - I also did Honeypot comedy at the Room Above in Bristol for the first time, and it was a gorgeous night, super fun!
I am in the end stages of finalising my new apartment in Bradford, and once all the paperwork is done and I have my keys, I will be uploading pictures and videos as I move in and redecorate the place. The building went up toward the end of the 19th century, and while it was converted to apartments a lot more recently, only a few decades ago, I'll of course be decorating in more Victorian styles and with contemporary furnishings, and I'll be documenting my progress as I go.
In the meantime I've been wrestling with paperwork and the whole process whilst being technically homeless and going between partners' homes, so apologies for the delays and periods of quiet, work-wise!
I tend to be quite active in writing and publishing over the month of December because Christmas and the Gregorian new year aren't really my thing, so hopefully if you do spend a lot of time celebrating those or generally being offline, you'll be able to come back to a backlog when you've time to read again!
Speaking of, I have updated my commission guidelines, which are here pinned on my Tumblr page, and I'm in the process of editing and collating some short stories into collections at the moment. There'll be a few eBook and paperback collections of fantasy, horror, & romance short stories, and then depending on what I can do on Amazon, I'll also do some collections of erotica. I will not be able to post most monsterfucker stuff on Amazon because of Amazon's restrictions, but I will probably still do some eBooks and make them available on Smashwords and perhaps on Gumroad or Itch.io.
I will also resume podcasting in the new year too hopefully!
Relevant to restrictions, not everything I might want to write is always going to be permitted on Patreon in line with their own guidelines, so I have set up a SubscribeStar as a backup, and also to permit me to publish anything that might be too taboo for Patreon in future. I will be uploading my backlog of previous works and setting up a tiered system on SubscribeStar, hopefully while we're working on collating other stories together in the next month or so.
In the new year, I will of course be doing various markets and conventions, and if you'd like me to come and be part of any queer or trans events, or any writers' events, where you are in the UK, please do let me know! Definitely always feel free to recommend any events to me, whether they're cons or festivals, or local markets and events, or even stand-up comedy things - you can send me messages on whatever platforms, or my email is always [email protected]. As well as working on new paperback short story collections for the new year and the badges I already sell at events, I also want to work on some sticker designs and similar.
I was super happy this year to submit to a few publications and get accepted, and I do want to keep that up as we come into 2024, so recs for those would also be appreciated!
I'm going to do a list this month of my favourite films and new releases of 2023, but in the meantime, I would just like to recommend Down Low (2023, dir. Rightor Doyle) - it's such a bizarre and unexpected gay movie, horny in the best and most ridiculous of ways, and bittersweet at its end but in a way that really clicks.
December having come around also means there's new prompts on Trans Erotica! If you're trans and write erotica or erotic horror, romance, etc, come and submit!
November's Most Popular Works
November's Most Popular Non-Fiction: Close Reading: A Deep Dive into the Process
An in-depth guide into applying analysis to a piece of text and extrapolating meaning.
Read on Patreon / / Read on The Writing Cooperative
November's Most Popular Fiction: Confession and Penance
A priest takes a hands-on approach to addressing a worshiper’s poor working habits.
11k, cis M/M, rated E! Tiernan, a manipulative workaholic who only ever relaxes during Mass services, is taken aside by Father Mullen when it all gets to be a bit too much. D/s, BDSM-approach to enforcing self-care, spanking, painplay, bit of a priest kink but it doesn’t go into that aspect too much, faith. Also some anal.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium
New Works Published
Erotic short: Enhanced Parts
Bear goes home with a cybernetically enhanced butch.
NB/NB, rated E, 2k. Commissioned by Bear Blue. Featuring cybernetic enhancements, breeding kink, dirty talk, size difference, large insertions, objectification, humiliation, mild dub con, rough sex, struggling, some tears, implied overstim.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium / / Read on Tumblr / / Read on Ao3
Romance & Fantasy Short: The Arena Fighter
An arena brute enjoys one of the attendants.
3.5k, M/M. Nasty violent guys getting off on treating each other a bit roughly. Adapted from a TweetFic.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium
Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction: Repentance & Forgiveness
Held hostage by Blackbeard on the Queen Anne, Frenchie can't sleep.
Desperate to just get whatever he can away from crew of the Queen Anne's Revenge, he knocks on Izzy's door and invites himself in.
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Slowly unfolding relationship between Frenchie and Izzy Hands, as well as an exploration of their relationships with Edward Teach and the rest of their crews, delving for Frenchie into what it means to really experience one's feelings, to get into touch with and truly grapple with the depths of one's worst experiences; and for Izzy and Ed, into what it means to transgress, to repent, and ultimately to be forgiven.
Read on Ao3
Erotic Short: Punishment
A man takes penance over the priest’s desk.
1.8k, rated E, M/M. Featuring spanking, mild anal play, power dynamics, of course the priest aspect, age difference. Tiernan Borel and Marshall Mullen first appeared in Confession and Penance.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium
Romance Short: Sleeper Train
Romance short. Two boyfriends head up north on the sleeper train.
850 words, rated T, M/M. Short, sweet, romance and slice-of-life. Adapted from a TweetFic.
Read on Patreon / / Read in Prism & Pen
Erotic Short: Knight Tactics
An elf serves as a distraction and an exhaustion tactic for a bandit camp. By letting them fuck him.
3k, trans M/loads of cocks, assumed as cis M. Amaethon gets himself stuck in a wall so that the bandits will work out their stamina fucking him rather than fighting off the king’s guard.
Stuck in wall, free use, fully (and gleefully) consensual whilst pretending he isn’t, mild belly bulging and come inflation, gaping, exhaustion, messy and come-spattered, etc. All the fun stuff.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Trans Erotica / / Read on SubscribeStar
Read on Tumblr / / Read on Ao3 / / Read on HentaiFoundry
Erotic Short: Free Ride
An elf is given a free ride — not with a saddle, but under a centaur.
1.8k, rated E, cis M/trans M. Centaurs, belly riding, huge stomach deformation, huge penis, suspension, implied inflation, size difference.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Trans Erotica / / Read on SubscribeStar
Read on Tumblr / / Read on Ao3 / / Read on HentaiFoundry
Erotic Short: Snake Eggs
An elf lets a naga lay her clutch inside him.
2.5k, rated E, M/F. Amaethon helps out his friend Gitte, a naga, with laying this year’s clutch of eggs. Size difference and size kink, belly bulging, vaginal and anal penetration, paralysis from her venom, some banter, oviposition, inflation, impregnation.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Trans Erotica / / Read on SubscribeStar
Read on Tumblr / / Read on Ao3 / / Read on HentaiFoundry
Erotic Short: Mimic Studies
An elf experiences a mimic’s tentacles, and then a reward.
Rated E, 2.5k, trans M/a mimic. Featuring multiple tentacle penetration in one hole, vaginal sex, some mild objectification and dehumanisation, some academic silliness, object insertion, cervix penetration, belly bulging and stomach distension.
Read on Patreon / / Read on Trans Erotica / / Read on SubscribeStar
Read on Tumblr / / Read on Ao3
These last four stories - Knight Tactics, Free Ride, Snake Eggs, and Mimic Studies - are all ones I'm publishing for free everywhere as well as in the usual paid places.
I've been in the mood to do all this sort of weird and monsterfuckery and body horror-y erotica, so definitely feel free to send asks or requests for similar themes!
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Okay here goes telling you about my OCs. (as an ask because this would be WAY too many messages)
The heroes/villains:
Pix: (she/her) short for pixel, she's 4th wall aware and can create and manipulate meta constructs (I think that's the right word?) she like climbs on text boxes, attacks using onomatopoeia, does minor time travel through panels, etc. At this point in the story (I haven't posted anything but I'm working on a first chapter when I have energy) she's a very bubbly person and loves being overdramatic as a joke. Her hero name comes from the rules of her universe being that for plot to happen there must be a "viewer" and until the start of the story she had no viewers at all and was so far removed from being part of the story that she would only ever show up as a single pixel on someones screen. The story has a planned villain arc for her where she tries to get rid of all viewers by making every hero, villain, and vigilante stop being interesting even if it means killing them, so that the plot can stop and there would be no tragedy (this is not what would happen, and on some level she knows it. In reality, the cause and effect are reversed, something big is happening, so a viewer shows up. But oh boy does she think that this would do something.) As she gets more unhinged, she learns more about her powers. At the start she's not that OP, she just hits people with onomatopoeia, climbs text boxes, and occasionally goes through panel borders, but only as little pranks because her 'time travel' isn't reliable enough for a fight. By the end she'll basically be a god of her world.
Okay that was a lot.
Crescent sun: (they/she) They can manipulate light, but work only in absolutes. Technically she CAN do illusions, but does not like to. Their philosophy is that if something's worth doing, it's worth finishing, and to her the light bending won't be finished until it's either 100% light or 100% dark. Their team doesn't have a real healer, so they put a lot of effort into learning first aid because she wants to protect everyone. They also make snacks for everyone. Will congratulate the villain on a fight well fought after winning, and give them bandaids and/or a cookie. Just really happy to be with everyone, didn't want to be a superhero, but this their friend brought them on to the team and they're really glad to be there.
Taunt: (he/him) Sarcastic and rude but cares very deeply for his friends, and WILL admit it. He is always reminding his friends just how much he loves them, and then insulting them to their faces. He would never talk bad about someone behind their back. Really loyal. It takes a bit to get his trust, but once he trusts someone he would follow them to the ends of the earth. Even though he openly mocks people out of love, he has trouble bringing up genuine criticism for fear of offending someone. The least people-pleaser-y people pleaser. As for powers, hyperempathy powers. What power he has depends on what feelings the people around him are having, and how strong they are depends on the intensity of the feeling/how many people are feeling it. Sews a new patch onto his costume every time a villain is beaten, with a smile/frown/angry face/etc. depending on the emotion used to beat the villain. Anger is super strength, pride is fire, excitement is electricity, fear is invisibility, and I'm still working on the rest.
Lily: (he/she) Plant 'villain'. Just wants to be left alone, he lives in a very secluded forest, but for some reason people keep showing up! The first few people she killed were important politicians on a (illegal) hunting trip who were going to shoot her pet deer, so now they just keep sending people to deal with her. she just wants to live in the forest in peace! He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but they just won't back off. He loves fashion design, and makes all his own clothes out of vines and flowers. Literally just minding her own business. Actually a very reasonable person, but people keep coming to kill her so what's she supposed to do?
H2(s) (pronounced Hiss): (she/her) Ice villain! Name comes from her armor which is ineffective but super cool because it's made of hydrogen in it's solid form. Her ice powers are extreme to the point where anything that touches her skin freezes solid almost instantly, but her insides are molten, allowing for movement, eating, breathing, etc. I know this wouldn't actually work, but in my universe it does because I think it's neat. Just wants power. Actually treats her henchmen well, she wants to be the most powerful for the sake of being the most powerful but doesn't really want to use the power. Literally a villain for the bragging rights. She's smart strategically, but doesn't know much about the real world and will have her henchmen doing most of the daily tasks because she gets overwhelmed really easily. Really positive work environment though.
that's all I have for the heroes/villains for now, although I'm working on more characters when I have energy.
The Casino characters:
Murphy: (they/xe) Spirit of bad luck who owns the casino. Believes in cheating at all the games, if you can win against their bad luck aura you deserved it. Somehow everyone loses money, often even the house. Mischievous and fun loving, always looking for new games and making little bets. Xer casino is a place for anyone to be accepted, and xe makes as many accommodations as possible through magic. Repairs of the magical systems takes a lot of time, so the majority of security staff is actually working on keeping everything running smoothly.
Chance: (she/her) Murphy's mom, a spirit of good luck. Loves her kid and will occasionally pop in to the casino while wearing a veil to disguise herself so nobody asks for good luck blessings. The staff all have a big debate going on about who this lady is because she always wins. Murphy will not tell them that "Lady luck" as they call her is xer mom, because it's fun to watch them guess. She can't talk, and communicates either with sign language, an aac device, or magic depending on the person's familiarity with sign and if she has her aac device with her. Using magic telepathy tends to give her a headache so she doesn't like using it much. Her personality is very similar to Murphy, she's always looking for something fun and getting into well meaning mischief.
Connie: (she/they) She's the bartender and also a snake person! She's petty and can snap at people, but she's very kind overall. Uses pet names for people "what can I get you sugar?" or something like that. They don't start anything, but boy can they finish it. Her favorite revenge is to just tell someone they messed up BAD, and let them stress about what she's gonna do. Somehow nobody has figured it out yet. She herself rarely gambles, but she knows the strategy behind every game. Also they have a prosthetic tail and a wheelchair which they use interchangeably depending on how they feel on the day and what types of activities they'll be doing. They lost most of their lower body in a landslide when they were young. She loves chemistry and mixology and her favorite game is to guess what type of drink a customer will want before they order it.
Squeak: (it/its) The only security guard who is actually a security guard, and the only one they need. It's a little mouse person, with huge sharp teeth. It's really protective of everyone and will not hesitate to throw anyone out if they're causing problems. Refers to itself as a feral ratboy. It often jokes about excessive violence, but really only throws people out of the casino. It loves its job so much, and plans on working at the casino until it dies. It loves looking cute and kicking butt. Will dig through the garbage for something shiny. It's pretty good at reading people but often not sure what to do if someone's upset. Normally either "Do you want to pet my head? I'm really soft" or "Do you want me to punch something for you?" are it's two methods of reassurance. Weirdly enough, this usually works.
I'm also still working on the characters in the casino, but these are the OCs I have for now. Thanks for listening!! Probably good I don't have more of them fleshed out yet because this is pretty long, and I'm realizing I'm not great at describing personalities. Sorry it's so long.
Thank you so much for letting me share my characters!! I love the little guys in my brain. ^-^
SORRY I TOTALLY FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS! your OC's are so cool!!!! im in love with crescent sun, im a sucker for characters who could be more powerful, in theory, but can't get there because of their mindset. also an ice villain who has boiling insides is so sick, idk if it would work either but rule of cool wins here in my book. augh they're all so cool!!!!
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My Favourite What If (Chapter 1)
Falling in love with your brother’s best friend is a big no-no, but that’s not why I’m panicking right now.
I’m panicking because not only is Kyle Johnson my brother’s best friend, but he’s also my new boss. I look down at my phone in my hands, feeling like I might faint if I don’t sit down.
It had never been a problem, my crush on Kyle. Of course, it made it awkward hanging out with my brother if he was there too, and it did lead to some embarrassing moments when I would get flustered seeing him shirtless when he stayed over, but those were small things.
The message is from my brother, Andy, who I love, but sometimes he gets me in trouble when I could do without it. Andy is away right now, at university studying to become a dentist. Unlike him, I hadn’t wanted to do any other schooling after I graduated. Which he somehow thought I needed help with, since I hadn’t been able to get a job for the past few months.
Hey Hanna, Kyle said he has a position as his secretary…
Why does he always have to do this? I skim my eyes over the rest of the message, and it’s even worse than I thought. He actually told Kyle I needed the job, and that I would be happy to do it. Well, I guess I’m screwed. I don’t bother answering him; he can’t be stuck in left on read jail, and I instead open my messages with Kyle. Or lack thereof.
I nibble my lip and look at our bare message history. The exchanges we have had were along the lines of talking about Andy or asking for the wifi password. I’m only two years younger, but we don’t talk. Maybe if we had, this wouldn’t be so awkward.
I decided to bite the bullet and send him a message. It’s 8 AM on a Sunday, so I’m not sure if I’ll get a response anytime soon. I put my phone on silent and finish my bowl of soggy cereal. Mum has already left for her job at the daycare down the road, so really I can just lounge around all day.
I check my phone, and my heart drops. No response from Kyle, and it’s been ten minutes. I can lounge around all day, maybe watch some TV, but I can’t. Instead, I shower and dress in a comfy sundress, tying my brown hair into a bun. I start in the kitchen and work my way out until four hours later, the house is clean.
I grab myself a cold glass of pink lemonade and flop onto the couch. It’s only then that I remember Kyle, and I check my phone. My heart skips a beat when I see his text.
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I hadn’t had a job before, but my mother made sure I was prepared to go to interviews.
I walk into the glass doors of the tall building, dressed in a slim pencil skirt, a dark pink blouse, and professional but still cute flats. I look the part, if only I could feel it. I swallow around the scream that wants to escape my throat and walk up to the front desk. A lady is seated behind it, maybe a few years older than me. When she sees me, she smiles, and I feel myself break into a sweat. I don’t know if I can do this, work underneath him.
Kyle isn’t the owner of Liceno Hills Paper, but his father is. If I do anything wrong, if I get fired from this job, not only will I burn a bridge with Kyle, but I will with one of the most important people in Liceno Hills. No pressure, right?
“Hi, I’m here for my first day? Hanna Jones.” The words don’t sound right coming from my mouth, and she shoots me a sympathetic smile. So it’s not just me feeling like I’m dropping the ball on this, am I? She writes on a sticky note the floor, and tells me it’s the door at the end of the hall. Kyle’s office, where I’ll meet him and he’ll talk me over my job. Surely being a secretary won’t be too difficult, right?
I fold the note and tuck it in my purse, and thank her. The elevators are on the left, and I hop inside. I press the third floor. I didn’t need the paper, but it’s nice to have anyway. The ride up isn’t long enough to get rid of all my nerves, but it helps to get rid of most. The hall that the elevator door opens on is short and void of any doors besides the one at the end. I frown and think back on the receptionist’s instructions. I hope I don’t look as helpless as I apparently seem, especially in front of Kyle.
I walk down the hall, feeling myself tremble a little, and knock on the thick, oak door. At first, there’s nothing, and I check my watch. 9 AM on the dot, and from Kyle’s messages, even a little after 9 was fine on my first day, in case I had gotten lost. I knock again, and this time, there’s an answer. The door swings open, and in the doorway, dressed in a suit and tie stands Kyle. I’ve only ever seen him in sweats and loose tees, and years ago in a school uniform. Seeing him in a well-fitted suit, with his hair combed back and face clean-shaven, it’s almost impossible not to swoon. I get myself under control and smile up at him.
Be professional, he is helping you out.
“Hi, Hanna.” He steps out of the door and waves me in. His office is large enough for two desks and a few comfortable-looking chairs against the wall, but other than that, it’s bare. Even Kyle’s desk is bare, with only a monitor on top. No picture frame, no bit of personality. I flick my eyes back to my brother’s best friend and feel myself color as I catch his eyes, already staring at me. Being professional is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
I can hardly concentrate on what Kyle, Mr. Johnson, tells me, but I get the gist of it. For today, answer calls, answer emails, and rearrange his work calendar around said emails. Later on, he says as he leans over my shoulder and types something on my new keyboard, I’ll have a hand in the harder stuff. I breathe in his cologne, and dangerous thoughts fill my head.
I turn to him, and he’s so close that I can count the smattering of freckles over his nose. He goes to say something, and I wait for it. He looks away, and then must decide on something else. Standing straight, Kyle moves out of my space and back over to his desk. I miss his warmth, but I’m also thankful that I didn’t make a fool out of myself.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Johnson.” I give him a shaky smile and toy with the edge of my pencil skirt. There’s a moment of silence between us before he nods and sits down.
I blow out a slow sigh and turn to start reading emails.
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Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange - Seeking Pinch Hitters!
The Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange has the following prompts seeking a good home.
To fulfil a pinch hit, open the Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange, select ‘Post to collection’, then add the recipient’s ArchiveOfOurOwn name into the ‘Gift this work to’ box.
Please claim pinch hits by sending a private message to me on Tumblr, Discord or another platform (since this exchange is anonymous until reveals).
Request 1: Anjak - CLAIMED
Phaere/Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)
Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)
Phaere (Baldur's Gate)
... [B]asically I want a prequel sort of fic. It can be short, it can be long, it can be fanart, but I want to see what Solaufein and Phaere were like before they became what they are. What happened to Phaere to make her this way? How does Charname (no one specific, can by any Charname) fit into this? I'm curious to see other people's take on drow and their complicated society/relationships. NSFW is probaby guaranteed, this is drow we're talking about. Have fun!
Request 2: Ant_Agony - CLAIMED
Any Character
Any Relationship
Baldur's Gate I/II/ToB, original (pre-EE) characters.
Any kind of fanwork would be appreciated.
There are some ideas for you to choose from:
I've always liked Valygar for his calmness, restraint, and kind heart, and I wonder if any of the companions (female, I guess) would get along with him romantically. Would it be a mage, so he should get over his prejudice? Will he affect this character in some way, trying to make their life more... peaceful? Or quite the opposite? I'm open to any point of view you'd like to share.
If you don't know or don't like Valygar enough to make it happen, you can try the same scenario with Aerie. Who among the companions may become very special to her? I don't feel like Haer'dalis will be a decent match for her. There are much more compassionate characters, both male and female. Still, open to anything you'll make up.
This is a very specific one. When I role-play as a lawful neutral or lawful evil character, I always fall into Scar, the second-in-command of the Flaming Fist. The problem is, he and Charname never have much time together due to his role in the game and his fate, so I just can't make it happen in my head. They're both lawful and responsible, and the Charname is such a young girl while he's a seasoned guard, so even if there's some chemistry between them, I can't imagine how they could end up together (even if just for a few days, until the plot goes on). So if you could help me to imagine it properly, with all the details one will need to believe it, I would be really happy.
Content to avoid: toxic or abusive relationships.
Request 3: AvandraTheMarySueSlayer - CLAIMED
Charname (Baldur's Gate)
Rasaad yn Bashir
Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)
Viconia DeVir
Any Relationship
DNWs: BG3 (please no spoilers!), noncon, toxic relationships, underage, unrequested kinks
I'd like a BG2/ToB/postgame piece (fanfiction or fanart, your call) involving these four. Rasaad and Viconia are a mess together in a party, add Solaufein and it gets even more interesting! I'd like clashes of faith, culture, personality, and growth from all the conflict. Whether it's into friendship or something more romantic, it's your call. If you want to make it romantic, I'm well into polyamorous relationships as much as mono. The only requirement is that they're healthy. Which would mean a lot of work, especially on Viconia's part. Feel free to make Charname male or female or whatever you like better! Let them shine with the rest of this group <3 If you make it NSFW, I'd rather have an emphasis on feelings (especially for Viconia, she deserves all the love!) And above everything, have fun!
Request 4: Felkh - CLAIMED
Kivan (Baldur's Gate)
Viconia DeVir
Sarevok Anchev
Anomen Delryn
Any Relationship
BG 2 / TOB fanfiction or fanart, please.
Open to anything, but specifically, my favourite characters are Anomen, Kivan, Viconia, Minsc, Aerie, Sarevok and Keldorn.
As a gift, I would be glad to receive something heartwarming and fluff to the core, family, friendship, humor, any type of bonding between characters.
So, here's a couple of ideas, but I am open to something entirely different (preferably centered about one or two of my favourite characters), if my prompts do not inspire you.
Brotherly bonding or friendship with Sarevok. Preferably, with alignment change. When he and Charname feel like siblings? What is the moment when this warm family feeling occurs, do they play cards, search for a map of this gods forgotten lands around Saradush, engage in a drinking contest, do a sparring match? I would really love to read about that moment.
If you choose something Anomen centric, I would love to read how he seeks and/or receives support from some of the party members. How he feels appreciated and accepted, always thought Anomen really lacks that in his life.
Guilty pleasure time: always dreamt to read more of femCharname / Viconia. I always imagined their romance to be more friendship based than her original "crawl under my boot and lick the heel" type of behavior, when she opens up and allow ws herself to be vulnerable.
Any sweet Aerie & Minsc moment. Pairing or no, that is up to you. Maybe, he allows his witch to bathe Boo? Maybe, he carries Aerie on his shoulders and she is almost flying again? Maybe, they try to travel to Rashemen, problwm is, neither knows how excactly to reach rashemen so they must ask for directions on every crossroad. (All my prompts are somewhere on fluff territory, I'm afraid).
A little peace for Kivan, please. I woukd love to see him amused and laughing, lighthearted for a change. He is surrounded by quite a crazy bunch, after all.
DNW: nothing angsty, no gore / exsessive violence / tragedy / torture etc. Unhealthy relationship or love/hate.
And huge, huge thank you, my gift-giver!
Request 5: MxArpakasso - CLAIMED
Charname/Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)
Charname/Viconia DeVir
Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)
Viconia DeVir
Original Non-Binary Character
Any fanwork, any prompt, use any one or multiple of these characters.
My Bhaalspawn: Mothre (like Mothra with an e) they/them, surface elf, divine soul sorcerer of Bhaal. Description: Looks like a lunar moth (come up with your own design, I wanna see creativity) is disabled and has adventured with a leg brace and walking cane as mobility aids since leaving Candlekeep, is slightly taller than Imoen. Personality; studious, adventurous, performative, cryptid.
Viconia: Mothre met her on the 3rd day they left Candlekeep, and has kept her in the party since, all the way till the end. Favorite traveling companion, would have romanced if she was romancable.
Solaufein: "I could show you the world", Mothre is really sad he couldn't join the party, really wish he could have joined the party. Mothre would have also romanced him if it was possible.
Exclude any content that is kink, nsfw, non-consenting, depictions of abuse&torture (I'm aware both Viconia and Solaufein suffered those, do not describe it), enslavement, pregnancy, gore, multination, child endangerment.
Content that is okay: good feels, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, non-sexual intimacy, unrequited, trauma, depression, addiction, anxiety.
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Hi! I have a difficult time reaching out to people and, when I do, I feel the urge to disappear and then just delete my account. I don't know why I can't handle talking to people but I thought I would just send this anonymously since that is the case
You always seem so lovely and kind and it's really fun seeing someone so involved in toku! I don't enjoy twitter very much... so I don't see people going to the live shows or anything like that. Reading through your days when you went to see the Kingohgera was so amazing, I felt like I was there!! I won't ever be able to travel there, so it's wonderful reading other people's experiences.
I really, really appreciate your translations and I enjoy reading your theories/general opinions! I wish I could be as open with my thoughts as you are here. I hope that you are having a good day, and I wish you all the best in life! Moffun hugs! 🤗
[This ended up a bit long😅]
Your message is so warm 🥺 thank you for taking the time to write this! I can understand the uneasiness of expressing oneself so thank you and good job for taking the step to reach out! It's okay, just do what you're comfortable with.
I'm glad you enjoy my babblings :D I love toku and I LOVE the Kingohgers. I love the familiarity of toku (sentai in particular) and you can just always count on it to feel like a child again. The sense of community. The creators paying homage but always aiming to refresh this genre with a long history. I just want more people to know how wonderful this show and the cast is! After 3 years of Ups, there may not be a sentai for me to be this invested in ever again. Besides, there's only NOW we have them with us! 😭
I can't believe my words have that power🥹 just know that i went partly wishing to be a "reporter" for my buds here. I wish I had written down more but I was way too tired and only had some voice notes and more photos to organise. I really should dust off those drafts. Or at least make a group chat/discord (next time 😏)
One day, one day you'll get there! I never imagined myself being there on my first toku trip either. It was surreal to visit the locations from TV and watch the locals just go by what we fans consider holy ground. and I only get to go from being in the right place at the right time. very spur of the moment but grateful 🙏
I'm too tumblr-old for twitter too so I'm staying in my comfort zone 😅. I also feel a duty because the english fanbase seem to be on the short end with bonus content or cast news that I thought was standard for a fandom this size or necessary context/fun bts (for example Racules *cough cough*) It's great practice to do translation too.
I had my doubts sharing my toku thoughts here at first, so I made this sideblog to balance things out. And it was SO freeing that I got to choose how much I'm comfortable to share.
Above all, I'm really happy toku tumblr is so tight-knit and I've made a lot of first steps because of kingoh this year. It was there for me during a rough time as well. I'm not leaving regrets in order to spend an excellent year with it.
So take your time, if you're being earnest with your passion, I think you'll be gladly accepted! As the great Carrie Fisher said, Stay afraid but do it anyway. Take a page from Himeno and shape the future the way you want! This is what Erica wished to convey with Himeno and the experience made her more assertive too. The power of Heroes™ 🥹
Have a good day! 🫶 Moffun hugs ⊂(・人・)⊃🤗
#2309260112#moffsages#It's really weird. english not my first language. yet I find those in my lang circle intimidating with a different set of etiquette#But here I've made star wars my brand for more than 10 years! ^_^; #my english is slipping cause it's so much easier to switch between jp/canto lol and i'm very sensitive to when my BrE education shows lol
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Brighter to my eyes 6
Summary: Leo is good at reading people, it's what makes him a good strategist, but those blue hues of hers elude his sharp intuition.
Perhaps if they didn't he'd realize he didn't have to change himself for her to see him like he wants her to.
A.N. I wrote this fanfic over an idea of Rise! Leo using a cloacking brooch to hide his true self but it evolved into something way bigger, this fic will takes place in ROTTMNT after "Newsworthy" but April is 18 starting college instead of in High School, while the MC and Raph are 17, the twins 16 and Mikey 15.
Pairing: Rise! Leo x OC, Leo x reader
Warnings: Angst, FLUFF, Sibling shenanigans, MC is a nerd, but a mean nerd in leather.
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It was a few days after team DMV (Name still up for debate) had acquired the buggy and she’d finally gotten a tour of the lair when Vic, sitting on her art history class and smiling politely at a couple of classmates that’d wanted to work with her for a project, thought back to the turtles, who’d been so excited to show her the place they lived in, which she thought was the teenage dream despite its location.
She barely listened to one of her new friends, Andrew?, While he said they should write about Picasso’s blue period for their project.
She hated Picasso.
Once the class was over and she’d said goodbye while agreeing to finalize details over text with her team, she debated in between messaging Donnie or Leo.
She chose Leo and shot him a short text asking if it’d be cool for her to pop up for a bit.
She got a text back saying she was always welcome and that they’d be at the arcade in the lair, Vic smiled subconsciously and started making her way to where April had one of her classes.
Once she found her Vic waved at April and they both made their way to the café they’d worked at during their first meeting while Vic asked April what the boys would like.
“Oh, you’re getting them drinks? Let me help!” April told her while sending her a list of the turtles’ usual orders but Vic waved her off walking through the door of the shop and being received with the heavenly aroma, she fiddled with her phone while they stood in line.
“Nah, I’m buying, also, what’s their favorite pizza?” Vic asked and April glanced up to see she was placing a pickup order through uber eats.
“Um, well, Donnie has this weird specific order of, wait, let me get my phone to check the message with it” April fumbled for a moment “Aha! So, large thick crust, sprinkled with, get ready for it: Pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, sausage, green peppers, black olives and NO anchovies” April made a face while reading the order while Vic just hummed and picked all the toppings, they advanced slightly in line.
“Raph is more a meat lovers kinda deal, both Leo and Mikey like Hawaiian” Vic made a face and April chuckled seeing it while Vic mumbled something about ‘thinking they had good taste’ while April continued “But Leo has a weird order too, onions, black olives, green peppers, and mushrooms, but really you can make them all happy with just a pepperoni or meat lovers.”
Vic hummed as they reached the end of the line before saying “No worries, I already ordered” Before April could say anything, Vic had turned to the barista.
They walked out of the shop with a full tray and made their way to the pizzeria to pick up, Vic’s phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Leo.
Neon Leon: Hey so…ur totally welcome anytime, except maybe rn
Neon Leon: dad’s really sick and it gets ugly real fast
Troya: Oh no, what does he have?
Neon Leon: a flu so bad we never make it ‘til the end of it
Troya: Wait, April is explaining
Troya: 7 stages?? She's explaining some of them and it sounds excessive, don’t you want me to pick you guys something from the pharmacy?
Neon Leon: dw! We totally got this and no way I’m getting infected before the end of the flu
April snorted besides Vic reading over her shoulder.
She wished Leo luck and took the pizzas before walking out of the restaurant, April following her.
“Sooo, what’s the plan? Since the lair is totes off bounds.” April asked making Vic hum again while she looked around, finding what she was looking for Vic changed routes, April noticed she was going towards a drugstore.
“We can just drop this off, and by your reaction I’m getting them stuff to deal with their flu when they inevitably get sick.”
April watched her pick the stuff and take out her credit card for the third time in what had been probably less than an hour.
“You know you don’t have to do all of that you know?” She asked while they both walked out and towards a manhole close to the boys “They’d be totally cool with anything you got them, no need for so many things”
Vic rolled her eyes “Ah don’t worry, I got it because I wanted to, can you open the manhole? I don’t know how we’ll get in without dropping anything…Oh I’ll text Leo!”
April didn’t get a chance to explain her point to Vic who already had her phone back in her hand while the other held onto the tray with coffee and pharmacy bag.
Troya: Knock knock, special delivery for the Neon Leon.
Neon Leon: What
Neon Leon: r u outside??
Troya: Yes, just dropping stuff off
Neon Leon: omw
The manhole opened and a pair of eyes looked back at her before Leo pulled out his whole body making the warm coat he was wearing visible.
“Well, hello ladies, what brings you to such a dangerous place?” Leo asked but his eyes widened throughout as he saw the various boxes of pizza, coffee, and bag in their hands.
“Well, we were already on our way and I’m sure you guys will really appreciate all of this when you’re bed-ridden” Vic smiled offering him the things, which he had a much easier time taking in his grasp, balancing the tray over the pizza’s and the bag over his shoulder before he knew what was happening.
“Me? Sick? No way, I’m already better prepared than the other guys, but really, Vee you didn’t have to” April nodded at Leo’s comment but was stopped by Vic waving her hand dismissively.
“It’s nothing, also, you should probably take some of these drops when you can to avoid the flu, your brothers too, and if you start feeling symptoms take one of these pills, only one every 6 hours by the way” Vic kept explaining some of the many things in the bag to Leo who was overwhelmed by how much she cared, once she finished he grinned a bit sheepishly.
“Ok, sure, got it, don’t even worry your pretty head about this, when this is over it’ll all be worth it, pops can’t say no to anything during what I call: The must say yes stage, we’re totally getting there this time”
April snorted “Sure you are, do you guys even know what you’ll ask for? You’ve only got one shot.”
“Well, I for one got the perfect idea, if I can convince Raph we’re totally getting unicorn onesies.”
Vic thought that was adorable “What do the others want?”
Leo rolled his eyes “Oh Donnie was totally raving about getting uranium, Mikey wants a pizza oven and Raph, our dear leader, has absolutely no idea what to ask for” he groaned.
Vic made a mental note and nodded “Well good luck Leon! Update me later Okay?”
Leo grinned and nodded stepping back to the manhole “I’ll totally update you when we beat this flu, and with all of these things there is no way I’m going down with the sickne—” His foot went directly through the uncovered manhole and Leo went down like Wile E. Coyote, April and Vic rushed to the manhole.
“Leon?!”
“I’m fine! It’s all good!” He yelled somehow managing to hold onto the things during his fall, Vic sighed in relief, impressed with how he managed that.
They finally said bye to Leo and once he disappeared down to the sewers they both started walking away with their own coffees and box of pizza in hand.
“We can go eat at the park” April said and Vic nodded already walking that way.
“Where do they sell those unicorn onesies?” Vic asked and April raised an eyebrow.
“Oh nuh-uh, you ain’t thinking of getting the guys all those things, are you?”
Vic shrugged sitting down at a park bench and setting the coffee down “Well, they can only choose one thing for their dad to get them, wouldn’t it be cool if I just got them the other stuff? It’s just material stuff anyway, I can do that.”
April frowned “Girl, not to be rude, I know your parents are loaded, but I mean it when I say that they don’t need all that stuff from you”
Vic tried to speak but April stopped her with a raised finger before continuing “Look, ever since you got tangled up in all of this the guys have been raving about you, they are all excited to have you as a friend, even Donnie who to be honest, wasn’t impressed with your online presence before, they all just want to hang around you, not what you have.”
It made sense that April wanted to clear that up, only a fool wouldn’t have noticed the kind of environment Vic had grown up in, it wasn’t that everyone was fake or only interested in the material for her, but the guys had already given her life more excitement than she’d ever had.
It was just, her love language, she wasn’t used to physical affection, and compliments had started feeling a little too superficial to her, but she also didn’t know the boys that well, and learning about those things they liked was nice to her.
Vic smiled at April “Yeah, you’re right” and that was it.
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Neon Leon: im trapped against my will
Troya: Were you quarantined?
Neon Leon: it's not even that bad
Troya: Take some Tamiflu, it should help a bit
Neon Leon: already did also, how’d u know my fav pizza?
Troya: I asked April, you guys got some weird taste, I can’t believe you like pineapple on pizza
Neon Leon: no way are u one of those haters too?!
Neon Leon: ugh u got no taste
Neon Leon: I just saw don get quarantined too
Neon Leon: I bet raph still doesn’t know what he’ll ask for
Troya: what stage is your dad at?
Neon Leon: The fanfiction stage
Troya: No. way. That’s real? I thought April was messing with me.
Neon Leon: oh it’s very real, but tbh his lou jitsu meets jupiter jim story is pretty good
Troya: I’d love to hear that omigosh
Neon Leon: I’d share my little quarantine room with u bestie
Troya: Awe, bestie?
Neon Leon: totally, bestest of friends, I mean I was the first turtle you hung out with, I called dibs
Victoire laughed at the text, maybe it was the sickness talking and Leo was on the affectionate stage, but if he wanted both of them to be closer, why couldn’t she indulge him?
Troya: Get some rest bestie, get well soon.
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An Addiction
I had just been told by a boy over a text message, "Marry Me."
He was okay, I didn't know anything about him nor was I interested even though I flirted back and forth. It was the same pattern, people talked to me and somehow got fascinated by all the things I did, but only half heartedly. I knew I wasn't all that I pretended to be but pretend, I did. This person had read my comments on several posts and thought I was a fun person apparently. I thought, that's new.
Whenever something like this happened I would always think about Him. At this point I didn't know what we were, friends? Lovers? Whatever it was, it was everything for me, maybe not so much for him. We talked about so many things I was starting to lose track, we were growing distant. It was sad but inevitable like the last telegram that ever was sent. I think one day people just stopped sending them and that was the end of years of communication, everyone forgot about the messages. Maybe we will stop like that too, suddenly?
For some reason I would always compare our conversations with other people I interacted with. Boys, men, would rush in, I suppose that's what they do, "Send me your pictures", "I was thinking about you","Do you prefer this or that", "Let's go out, meet up", so on and so forth. It was extremely boring, irritating, at times annoying, to put it in a respectable manner. But we all need validation from time to time and the "Marry Me" obvious confession of "I like you so much only from your music taste that I'd like to spend 7 lives with you" was mildly amusing if anything.
But He never did this, maybe because there was not one ounce of feeling in Him for me. But I couldn't stop thinking about Him. Maybe it was because I was the one thinking about Him all the time, he found me boring too? Such a waste. Even when He was sitting in front of me blabbering away, I was only zoning out, imagining kissing him, nodding aimlessly, so he would shut up for once. I think I was falling even harder as the days of Him leaving were getting closer, it was excruciatingly painful. It was as if someone was ripping my heart out, shredding it to pieces and I couldn't even make a sound or cry for help. It was torture of the most profound level, a pain I wish no one had to go through ever. But it was what it was.
I think it was love?
But more than that it was an addiction. I'd like to imagine he was like cigarettes, you know how you know that they're destroying you but you still smoke them because they make you euphoric if only for a short span of time? He was devastating me. But at the same time talking to him calmed me down, He was that kind of a person for me. Whatever he would say washed over me like a calm ocean, like a warm sunset, like soft moonlight. Only to be completely obliterated when reality hit me straight in the face from time to time. When I couldn't talk to him, or if he'd be busy with his many manly pursuits, it was as if I was having withdrawal symptoms. I would be the shipwreck in that calm ocean, the fiery sun of that warm sunset and the dark midnight sky burning with a thousand stars in the soft moonlit night. How could one person be the reason for your happiness and sadness at the same time? He, had managed to achieve that.
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