#Help please I don't think it's supposed to be this way

[caseuoiseau]

Please allow me to jump in with a 4th point, because I learned a lot of different fiber arts and craft stuff as a kid, and when you're a kid you tend not to care as much about your lumpy first project because every first thing you've ever done to date has been lumpy, and you tend to lack a general idea of what failure is and focus on the "Yey-I-did-it!"

But the first craft I tried as an adult was spinning, which had the triple threat horrors of being:

a) ...thoroughly unlike any other fiber craft I had ever done, despite being integral to each one (sewing, knitting, crochet--all require fiber to be spun before anything else can be done).

b) ...the first skill I had to pay my own hard-earned, fresh-out-of-college pennies to learn, and

c) ...another one of those things like playing guitar where everyone else before me had decided that the difficult part to be managed by your dominant hand was actually the complete opposite of what I thought.

So my one or two private lessons didn't amount to anything remotely usable, until a few years later when some big-name blogger started posting her spinning. And I got pissed off because I took one look at it and I thought to myself "That's barely better than mine was, and she's getting all these accolades from her followers??? I bet I could spin yarn like that with my shitty wooden-toy-wheel spindle." And man oh man didni sit down and spin.

Now, I didn't start writing this story to tell you that Spite Will Fuel You To Perfection, so don't get ahead of me. Because my fiber had been compacted over the years and I was over-twisting it and I didn't technically understand that "single ply" doesn't actually work with handspun, and I wound up making some pretty wretched curly rope. Totally unusable. But it was the age of LJ, and I nevertheless showed my craft friends my awful attempt so they could have a good laugh at it, and that's where I got the actual best advice I've received as an adult learning a craft.

My friends who spin simply told me to save it. Hold on to that yarn-that's-barely-yarn, put it in a drawer somewhere and just...check in on it from time to time. Because every time you spin, you get a little bit better at it, and it really, really helps soothe your mind to take a look at that first project when you think you haven't improved.

And my next yarn--arguably a bulky two-ply from some high-micron Shetland, still iloverspun and the texture of rope, but definitely more yarnlike. The next was a very uneven two-ply made by plying merino pencil roving back on itself. Overspun in places, but much more reasonable as handspun--if I'd told someone it was supposed to look like that with a sufficiently confident tone, they would have bought it. That was the first handspum that actually became something:

A little tea cozy that I had to alter pretty spectacularly, since I had only spun about 90 yards out of the 50g I had.

And so it goes, each project getting a little bit better than the last, and noticeably better than the first. I either threw out that yarn or I have it packed away in the attic somewhere, but I used to bring that out at the end of my first night of the drop spindle basics class I used to teach. This is what I made first. These are the next three skeins I made. And here's my most recent.

It's a hell of a way to get people to think more fondly about the kitchen twine they think they've been fighting with for the last two hours.

So, to end with the advice I used to give my first-time knitting class: this isn't like being at work. You aren't expected to be an expert in something you learned 5 minutes ago. You have my permission to suck at this.

I hope all new fiber artists know that the "slightly misshapen" object they made that they're stressed about not looking good:

1. Happens to every fiber artist always, you're too zoomed in to its every detail because you're the one who made it and most people would think it looks normal, or at least much less misshapen than you do, stand 20ft away from it and look at it and then see how you feel (true about all art tbh)

2. Gets better and more uniform each time you do anything

and the *very most important*:

3. Can be made Significantly Less Misshapen by just grabbing the fabric and stretching it in a few directions

I keep helping new fiber artists who are like "but my thing looks so bad :(((" by like, taking their object and stretching it sideways and horizontal, and handing it back, and they're like "????? Magic?????" bc it looks perfect.

Trust the process. Trust the stretchy process

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Covering the famous host club!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Tamaki finds himself with his heart set on helping save the newspaper club. ➼ what to expect:  "For the first time in your life it was you and him, not just you." ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part Thirteen | Part Fifteen

You had to admit that the times that the host club was held outside that you actually do find a sense of calm during club hours, there was notably less chaos on days like these.

"Wow, I've never notice that the courtyard had such a lovely stream"

"It's called a yarimizu channel, it is said that during the Heian era, people would better experiance the seasons by watching the petals or autumn leaves that drifted along the water. I had it specially made for all of you, hoping it would express my desire to spend all four seasons with you. so then what do you say ladies? This fall, there's an autumn leaves tea party with alimited number of invitations"

"Oh! Sign me up!"

You roll your eyes through a laugh from nearby, it always catches you offguard when Kyoya lays it on thick for the sake of a sail but you had to admit that the times that he does it is certainly entertaining.

The next thing you know Tamaki comes tumbling through the garden, tackling Haruhi to get her out of the way of a ball flying in her direction, resulting in an argument with the twins. "You think so? Well check this out! Starlight kick!"

The ball disappears it gets launched so far "Take care of yourself! Bye!" however when the ball comes back down it barrels through a window"

"Oh god" you sigh, so much for peace.

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Covering the famous host club!

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"Really. We're terribly sorry about that" you had all found yourselves in the office of the newspaper club after it turned out the ball had hit the president in the head. "Don't worry, it's no big deal. Could've happened to anyone, right? Just a ball flying through a window and hitting me upside the head"

"Please accept our apology"

"Well this works out perfectly, I was just thinking about approaching the Host Club about a cover story I don't suppose you'd be interested?"

"I didn't know we had a newspaper club"

"It's more gossip rag than newspaper"

"Like a trashy tabloid, it's filled with stories about scandalous love affairs, family power struggles and junk like that"

"It's just a lame hossip rag that specialises in stirring up scandal. And everyone knows its all lies, so nobody reads it anymore"

It is then that you realise where you recognise the president from "It's Komatsuzawa isn't it?" The question leaves your lips before you really get the chance to stop yourself, drawing attention to where you had been stood in the corner of the room.

"yes, sorry have we met"

"A long time ago in passing, my father is l/n"

It was slowly starting to become a bit awkward when you realise that Komatsuzawa was the son of your fathers old business partner...one that he betrayed to build up a media empire.

He grits his teeth "I see, I didn't realise that you went here, last we met was out of the country"

You shrug "I transferred, surely with all your fathers experience he would have taught you journalistic integrity?"

"You know I guess we have kind of lost sight of the truth because we've been so worried about drawing in more readers. It's a shame we're just now realising our error, now that the paper's at risk. We've finally realised what we should have been reporting to the students of ouran" He stands up.

"Help us please, for the last paper of the semester, we'd like to do an up-close special edition, revealing the charms of ouran's host clubb members. I'm begging you, without your help, our club will close"

"You can count on us" Tamaki assures.

You and Kyoya exchange eyecontact, silently communicating through shaking your heads.

"On behalf of the host club i accept-" "we have to decline" Kyoya shoves Tamaki out the way.

"But Kyoya he got hurt because of me, what's the big deal?"

"Sorry, we have a policy prohibiting us from sharing any personal information with anyone other than our guests. But we'd be more than happy to pay any medical expenses related to your injury"

"And another thing, what makes you think we'd want to help you spread rumors and gossip? We've got a reputation to uphold and you'd just ruin it"

"Besides you guys cause a lot of trouble for other people, and who would want to get mixed up with that"

"I understand, well, I guess you really can't erase the sins of the past, can you?" The president makes direct eye contact with you. "People won't even give you the opportunity to try and redeem yourself Ow! my head is killing me"

"President!"

"I'm ok, don't worry you two, oh no i'm getting dizzy again" you were starting to think that his acting skills are as bad as his journalism. "I guess all we can do at this point is disband with grace"

"No you don't have to" Tamaki doubles down "You can always make a fresh start. we'll help, we will rally the power of the host club, and we can re-establish the Newspaper club together!"

"Well count us out"

"You're way too trusting boss we can't just go along with everything you do forever" "yeah we've had enough"

Kyoya places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the door "We're leaving too Tamaki, we're holding an evaluation meeting, mostly about you"

"Hold it! How can you be so heartless? These men are about to lose their club. Don't you feel sorry for them? Their family's breaking up! As your president I demand you help them and that is a direct order"

"We're not going to do it"

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Tamaki has been sat sulking in the corner for who knows how long, to the point of concern as the rest of you look on "well it's obvious he's upset with us"

"Yeah, he hasn't even changed clothes"

"I hate it when he ignores us when we're right in front of him. He's such a child"

"Nah, Tama-chan's just a lonely guy, you know?"

"I hate to give in, but would it really be that bad to help them out with their newspaper?" Haruhi asks, grabbing everyones attention. "What?"

"Hey, since when are you taking his side?"

"Since never, just listen okay? I know any moment now, he's gonna look over here with those puppy-dog eyes he always uses when he wants something, and none of us will be able to say no, and so he'll win"

"Let me guess, you're speaking from experience, aren't you?"

"Besides maybe I'm wrong but isn't this the kinda thing you guys usually go for?"

"Well no, this seems like more trouble than it's worth" The twins shrug. "What about you Honey-senpai?"

"Count me out, I have this cake to eat and Takashi sticks with me, right?" Honey wolfed down a strawberry cake.

"Y/n?"

"After Renge's film we leave any and all PR to internal affairs, but also I'd like to point out that this club does have secrets that the newspaper club would go for. If they are sniffing around us all it takes one slip up and it's 'favoured host club member secretly a girl?' or 'Host club member secretly engaged' we would be giving them exactly what they want"

You all look over to tamaki, who pulls out said puppy dog eyes mentioned earlier "those are the eyes"

"Puppy dog eyes"

Kyoya sighs "There will be some conditions"

"The outline for their article will be submitted by us. Interviews are strictly prohibited, it is vital that our client's identities be kept confidential, and no one is to reference Haruhi's identity and y/n's ties to the club beyond professional."

"Do we agree?"

"Well, if you it's cool, Kyoya-senpai" "Then we do too"

"I'll do it since Kyo-chan says it's okay"

"Kyoya, a word please?"

The two of you step away from the main group out into the hallway "I don't have a good feeling about this" you are straight up with him once the door closes behind you two. "Relax y/n i've got this handled"

"But-" "Seriously, relax, trust me, it will be handled"

Suddenly the words from that bizarre dream you had recently echoed in your head

"perhaps the reason you think you can't depend on others is that you reject it"

You know that it is strange to take advice of a strange dream version of Tamaki of all people but maybe he is right.

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"Of course! If you'll allow us to cover you, we promise to observe your conditions"

"Well then, you may start tomorrow"

"Excellent"

"So how is that bump on your forehead feeling?"

"Oh, that? It's no big deal, I hardly feel it anymore. I owe a lot to this bump because without it, we'd never have come together for this article"

"That's true, but we're still very sorry it happened" Kyoya slides a first aid kit over the presidents desk "I brought you a little something as an apology of sorts. This is a first aid kit, made by my family's company"

"That you I appreciate it"

"No problem, please excuse me" Kyoya turns to leave "Oh, it just dawned on me, your family runs the Ootori group right? They manufacture medical equipment don't they?"

Kyoya avoids the urge to roll his eyes "We mostly deal with hospital management"

"I am so glad that we'll be working together, my father is a president as well, of the Komatsuzawa publishing firm"

"Yes, I am well aware of that, so being president of the newspaper club is your way of preparing to take over your family's company?"

"Well yes to an extent but I have this younger brother. He's a bright young man, and my father's very proud of him you seeso now my father has decided to turn future management of the company over tgo my younger brother. And thereby passing over me, the eldest son, first born. However, if I'm able to finish my third year at Ouran Academy as the president of a succesdul newspaper club I think he may reconsider my candidacy as his successor. Do you understand? I cannot allow this club to fall apart no matter what"

"Please excuse me" Kyoya leaves, closing the door behind him.

"Mr president are we to assume you were trying to win over Kyoya Ootori?"

"But of course, you see my plans have expanded now, I can knock out two birds with one stone, not only now do I have the opportunity to bring down Tamaki Suoh but if I create enough scandal surrounding y/n then it will reflect badly on the l/n group and will certainly gain favour from my father"

"But how would befriending Kyoya Ootori help with that?"

"Well isn't obvious? the two of them are always together not to mention their fathers are very good friends, I can use him to get to her" he stands up, looking out the window. "As for Tamaki Suoh he clearly flaunts his power and standing to sucker all those poor girls into that host club. I will dig until I find scandal in all of them"

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It was actually entertaining watching the host club play red light green light out in the gardens, purely for how much Tamaki gets into it as opposed to the rest of the club, you aren't partaking in it, trying to put some distance between you and them, also to keep an wyw on the newspaper club stood nearby.

"President, what on earth are we witnessing?"

"Could it be some kind of new religion?"

"Why are you asking me? How should I know?"

"You know, I can't blame you for being shocked, I was nunfamiliar with it myself, but it's a commoner's game. They have a wide variety , and none of them require spending any money. All you need is a few friends to play with" Tamaki prances over to explain,

"Mhm, and what does this have to do with our coverage of the host club?"

"You need to learn friendliness!" tamaki is very dramatic with his demanding "If you want to clear the negative reputation of the newspaper club, and attempt to capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be more down to earth. I can just imagine the headlines now 'The handsome boys of the host club enjoy commoner's games' wioth pictures of us frolicking in the scenery of early summer. It would be the perfect face life of your front pag. And it gives you the chance to show that a certain commoner is happier now reliving his childhood here with us!"

Tamaki pulls the host club into another game, running back to the rest of the club, the Newspaper club approaching Haruhi for an interview, you watching on noting that they had agreed to no interviews and they are already breaking that however they did not seem to be inferring anything about Haurhi's identity. Still you shut it down quickly when it starts to go longer than needed.

During a game of kick the can, or kankeri the newspaper club wander off while the others hide and Kyoya starts counting until he hits 6, dropping the facade of playing the game and standing up once he realises they are gone, you raise an eyebrow "I didn't think you would cheat at anything as small as a playground game kyoya" you say, assuming hes going to jump to searching for them early.

"I'm not cheating, there's something I need to do" he says, wandering off to follow the newspaper club "Wait!" you call after him, running behind."

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"That's it i'm writing the article" Komatsuzawa seeths, marching down the hallway "But president, you have no evidence, gossiping about suoh or l/n is dangerous"

"I don't need evidence, I'll make evidence if I have to, I can think of all kinds of scandals surrounding them. Everyone will see it, once I'm finished with them they'll both have to flee back to europe"

They slam open the doors to the newspaper club to find the twins waiting for them. "So we were right all along"

"You two"

"well, I guess it was pretty obvious"

"The boss and Y/n are the only ones who haven't caught on yet, well, she'll know soon enough, both of them are quite oblivious when it pertains to anything about themselves"

"I should warn you, if you threaten either of them, there will be concequences" "Are you ready to have the Hitachiins and every other club members' family as your enemy?"

"I knew it, you're nothing but Suoh's lackeys! Tamaki's holding his parents' power over you"

"That's not true, we don't hang out with tama-chan because of his parents. We love him. We all like being around him, and that's why we choose to be here."

"He may be a hopeless idiot but even so" Kyoya appears against the wall the door is on, hand on your shoulder.

"Well what will you do?"

"Please leave Tama-chan alone, okay?"

"I'll get you all! It's not just about him anymore! I'll write an article that will ruin all of you"

The president squints at you and Kyoya, assessing his body language and the interactions he had in the past couple of days. "Oh I see now, it's so obvious I can't believe I didn't see it sooner. Your family's have paired you two haven't they?"

You and Kyoya fall silent, you had to admit that you had underestimated him enough to assume he wouldn't put it together. "That's why you came to Japan of all places, why you're always together, they want to combine the forces of the Ootori and l/n groups"

You note how Kyoya's grip tightens at the words. "How perfect, I can both expose your engagement to drive away host club guests and write an article that will tear the deal apart"

"Go ahead, be my guest" your jaw drops at Kyoya's words as he wanders over to the first aidkit he had gifted them. "Although..." he presses a panel at the bottom of the box, ejecting a disk.

"What should we do about this little disk? You see it's been here since yesterday, and it recorded everything. It would only take y/n one phone call and it would be all over the country. How do you think your father would react to that?"

"President just give up already" He falls to his knees.

"Let me explain it to you in terms you can understand. You would do well to remember that the ootori group and the hitachiin family alone have enough stock to remove your father from his position as president of the Komatsuzawa publishing firm. However, we would never do something like that. We are not like you. What we strive for is fundamentally different."

The president is still on his knees as you go to leave the room "You're just as twisted as your father" you pause at the words. Leaving only him, you and kyoya in the room. You shake your head.

"No i am nothing like my father, I don't betray the people I trust, I am sorry for what he did to your father. But you don't think I'm twisted because I am similar to him, you just don't want to admit that you have started to become like him"

You leave, kyoya following behind.

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Eventually you found where Tamaki and Haruhi disappeared to within the hedge maze, now on the way out for cake. "Why didn't you tell me about planting the bug in the Newspaper club?" You ask Kyoya, the rest of the club ahead. "i didn't know how you'd react, I knew it would be the best way to ensure that no harmful articles came out, I had a feeling komatsuzawa would pull something like this once you mention how you two know each other"

you pause, realising exactly how many times Kyoya has gone out of his way to protect you despite him not needing to.

'You love him, don't you? is that romantic love or something else?'

Mori's voice rang around your head, almost taunting you.

pressure seized itself in your chest as you realise a few things.

You had let Kyoya in. For the first time in your life it was you and him, not just you.

"Come on y/n! We don't want to lose you" Tamaki called from further ahead.

Next time on patience 'A refreshing battle in Karuizawa!'

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[salternateunreality2]

I think I'm going through a Cloud phase (again) + because my birthday's coming up I'm requesting ambrosia straight from the source (saltcanons): How did Cloud usually celebrate his birthday as a kid in Nibelheim vs. as an adult. Any tl you want; canon, AC, agszc, the choice is yours <3

❤️🍊❤️ henlooo pumpkin! Thanks for the ask! ❤️ and Happy (soon) Birthday!

0 years old:

Against tradition, both his parents were there to welcome him. They were both young, both scared, both excited, and when he came out breech, they held each other's hands and their breath until he drew his first and SCREAMED.

He came out the same way he would go through life: feet first and impossible to kill, stubborn as a mule. They were so proud and laughed and cried and couldn't get over how perfect he was.

1 year old:

Papa (Cloud could say his name and Mama's) made a little carrot cake from carrots they grew in their garden, honey from their bees, and a lot of love since they didn't have much else. Claudia decorated it with dandelions to match his shockingly thick and spiky hair (just like hers).

He LOVED it, shoveling handfuls in his mouth with a frown of determination while Mama and Papa giggled and kissed.

2 years old:

Cloud said "NO!" and Mama cried. She tried to make the cake again but couldn't focus because he kept asking "WHERE PAPA?!" and when she told him "I don't know", he started saying "NO!" and didn't stop until he screamed himself to sleep.

3 years old:

They moved to the mountains, Mama said they would look for Papa, and Cloud tried every day, even on his birthday, but couldn't find him. He wanted chocolate milk, so Mama got it for him, but stopped wearing her pretty sparkly earrings after.

5 years old:

Cloud was excited to have friends show up. He helped Mama every day, and this year she said they could make a real cake big enough to share! Only one friend from school came, TIFA! And her mom. And they ate cake and had some left over and it was SO FUN!!!

9 years old:

Cloud asked Ma to please stop trying to invite people; they wouldn't come, not even Tifa since she got hurt and her dad said to stay away from him. So they celebrated together, with a small cake and milk (he was too mature for chocolate milk, but regular had lots of protein, which he needed to grow strong).

14 years old:

After Ma went to bed, he slipped out the back door with a small bag of food and a lot of determination. He left her a note. He didn't realize she was watching from the window and crying, knowing she couldn't stop him.

15 years old:

He spent far too much gil to call his Ma, since she had insisted, and ate the cookies she sent with a carton of milk from the mess hall, all while hiding in a broom closet.

16 years old:

Red-faced, he blew out a candle on the ridiculous cupcake Zack got him, all covered in sprinkles and frosting. Zack hollered and cheered and Kunsel blew a party horn. Absurd.

He loved it.

17 years old:

He stared at the glowing eyes above him, wondering if they would ever make it out alive. A skinny arm braced him, and he could barely hear a warbly, whispered rendition of a birthday song as...Zack? Zack. Sang to him. He closed his eyes, not hearing Zack begging for him to stay awake.

20 years old:

He blinked. One moment he was in the desert with a sword. He couldn't leave the sword, it was important. He didn't know why, but he couldn't drop it, no matter what. He blinked again and he was in a city. He blinked again and he was on a train. He blinked again and there was that girl, who wasn't dead? Was she supposed to be dead? Tifa? Tifa. He knew that, he was a First Class SOLDIER.

21 years old:

He was working on some construction for Tifa when she brought him a big glass of milk and a little cake.

"Happy birthday," she said, smiling softly.

He thanked her and she went inside. It was salty. Oh, no, that was from him, as he remembered Zack, Aerith, Ma...

23 years old:

He thanked Marlene and Denzel for the pictures they drew, and let them help him blow out his candles. He also allowed himself a small smile, until Yuffie strapped a stupid birthday hat to his head and he had to chase her down and mess up her hair. Tifa laughed and gave him a big hug and a little kiss on the cheek, which he thought about for several weeks after. Months. Years.

25 years old:

Tifa took him out under the stars.

"Hey Cloud?" she said, taking his hand. His heart raced. She was always a touchy friend with him and he didn't think she knew how much it made him feel like blushing and melting and wanting to put his mouth on hers.

"Yeah?" he said.

"I've been dropping hints, but I don't think you've been picking them up," she said. He tilted his head.

"Is this about the eggs? You SAID cook less than three, I SAW your text: less than sign, then three. Two eggs is less than three. How was i supposed to know you wanted more?"

Tifa giggled.

"No no no," she said. "Well yes, that was one of the hints. The less than three was supposed to look like a heart. Because I like you."

"Oh. I like you too," he said. More than she knew.

"Cloud, I love you as more than a friend. I like you romantically and want to kiss you and go on dates. It's ok if you don't feel the same! But I wanted to be sure to say it clearly, just in case."

Cloud blinked rapidly.

"You...love me?"

"Yes."

"Romantically?"

"Yes."

"You want to kiss me?"

"Yes. Is...that ok? We don't have to change any-"

"YES!" he squeaked, then controlled his voice and pitched it lower. "Yes, that is ok. Um...can I?" He waved awkwardly at her lips.

"Yes," she said, smiling

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Alternate 25th birthday, because Genesis:

This red-coated, poetry-nerd asshole was on his LAST nerve. Cloud stomped into the bar and slammed the stupid roses and the stupid luxury chocolates onto the counter.

"Oof, someone's in trouble," said Tifa. Cloud snorted.

"He keeps dilly-dallying. It's been a year. If he wants to have sex, he should just say so. He's hot, I'd just do it if he wanted. But he won't just SAY SO, and I know if *I* try to say it, it'll come out wrong and he'll leave because I'm just...not...words...good."

"I highly doubt he'll give up on you over you being bad at saying you want to sleep with him," said Tifa.

"Not sleep, have sex," said Cloud. "And how do YOU know?! Don't you know he's like, super book smart? I ain't had that education!"

"I know because he turned the color of his coat and dribbled the pie out of his mouth onto my nice booth table the minute you said you wanted to bed him," said Tifa pointing to a dark corner behind him.

Cloud whirled around. She was not joking. There was Genesis, in all his glory, fork hovering midair, jaw dangling, red faced, half-chewed pie in front of him, staring at Cloud.

Genesis quickly shut his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Ahem, Strife, I, well, I did not realize, I would be honored, I thought perhaps you would not stoop so low, after, you know," he waved his hand vaguely.

"After you didn't help Zack, basically made me help kill Angeal, and moped in a cave while Sephiroth was trying to eat the damn planet? Well yeah, that sucked, but you were sick and unaware for most of that, and it doesn't change the fact you're h-hot," said Cloud, only stumbling over his words at the end.

"Oh," said Genesis, gazing into Cloud's eyes.

"Yeah," said Cloud, gazing into Genesis' eyes.

"Get a room," said Tifa. "You're grossing out my customers."

Yuffie waved from a couple tables over, making gagging faces as Vincent sat with her looking pained and Cid rolled his eyes.

Cloud had a very exciting birthday after that.

[aventurineswife]

Could I request for a Jing Yuan x Reader fluff? Nothing much, just Jing Yuan and reader being parental figures to Yanqing and loving each other very very much!!1!1! (I love this man sm please help)

Together, Through Time

Summary: Jing Yuan and you reflect on your roles as parental figures to Yanqing, sharing your deep bond and love for each other. As you watch over the city together, you both reaffirm your commitment to guiding Yanqing with patience and care while supporting one another through the challenges of leadership and time.

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Parental Figures, Family, Love, Quiet Moments, Bonding, Soft Romance, Mentorship.

A/N: real 🫣🤭

It was a quiet evening on the Xianzhou Luofu, the kind of evening where the soft hum of the ships blended with the distant twinkling of stars. The clouds outside swirled in the sky, and from the high balcony of the Cloud Knights' headquarters, you could see the shimmering lights of the city below. Jing Yuan stood beside you, his eyes tracing the horizon with the calm, measured gaze of someone who had long ago made peace with the passage of time.

You leaned against the railing, side by side with him, the night air cool against your skin. The silence was comfortable, one that spoke volumes about the trust and understanding between you two. You could feel the weight of the years on his shoulders, but somehow, with him beside you, time seemed to move slower, gentler.

"Are you still thinking about Yanqing?" you asked softly, glancing over at him.

Jing Yuan let out a small sigh, his gaze shifting from the stars to you. There was a softness in his expression, a tenderness that only you ever saw. "He’s been growing so fast. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough… if I’m being the kind of mentor he needs," he said, his voice low and reflective.

You chuckled lightly, stepping closer to him. "You’re being everything he needs. He looks up to you more than you know. And... to be honest, I think you both need each other in ways you can’t fully articulate yet."

Jing Yuan’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I suppose you’re right. He’s a stubborn one, but there’s a spark in him that reminds me of... well, me, back when I was young."

"You were never quite as impulsive as he is," you teased, nudging him with your elbow. "He’ll grow out of it with time. Just like you did."

His smile widened slightly, and his eyes softened as he looked at you. "I do wonder, sometimes, if I’m too old for this. The constant weight of leadership... of being responsible for so many. But then I see you and Yanqing, and somehow, I feel like I can do anything."

The sincerity in his voice made your heart flutter. You reached up, placing a hand gently on his arm. "We’re a team, Jing Yuan. You don’t carry that weight alone. We’re both here for him—and for each other."

He looked at you for a long moment, his gaze filled with a warmth that made you feel as though the world outside didn’t matter. For a moment, the worries and burdens of leadership were forgotten, replaced by something simpler—something deeply cherished.

"I don't say it often enough," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I’m grateful for you. You make everything... easier. You help me remember what it’s like to be human again, not just a general or an arbiter."

You smiled up at him, your heart full. "I’m grateful for you too. You’ve given me so much—your wisdom, your strength... but more than that, your heart."

Before you could say another word, Jing Yuan’s hand found yours, his fingers weaving gently between yours. His touch was warm, steady, a quiet reassurance. "Together," he murmured, "we'll make sure Yanqing never forgets the power of love and patience, of understanding. We'll show him how to walk this path with care... and with laughter."

A light, knowing chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I think we're already doing that. Every day."

His other hand reached up to gently cup your face, turning you toward him, his golden eyes shining softly. "I hope you're right. I never want to stop learning, not with you by my side."

The night stretched on in peaceful silence, the two of you watching over the Luofu below. Somewhere in the quiet, Yanqing’s laughter echoed from the training grounds, the sound of his youthful energy filling the air. You both shared a look—a silent understanding—before Jing Yuan's arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as if the three of you were already a family in your hearts.

"Good night," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his love enveloping you. "We’ll get through this, together."

And as you closed your eyes, the promise of tomorrow—and the bond you shared—felt as eternal as the stars themselves.

[theanxiousbookdevourer]

I feel like people don't talk about the fact that, if we go for the fascist route, we literally can't move our face anymore.

Disco Elysium fascism route spoilers under the cut.

We already had trouble with our jaw. You know. Because of the polio.

Well, now, post-fascist revelation, we're having trouble moving the rest of our face.

Yeah. The whole thing.

It's bad. Really bad. We literally can't move it.

We're in denial. We won't admit we have a problem.

One of the most devastating parts of this is how the lieutenant just tries to understand.

Like... I don't know about you, but this seems a little too familiar. Talking to someone you used to know, seeing them deteriorate before your eyes, all while they continue to steep themselves in denial.

"Please," you say. "Help me understand."

And so? What do we say in response?

Just accept it, lieutenant. This is how we are. This is our destiny. We will never be the same.

Then the anger sinks in.

Push him a little further, and the lieutenant snaps.

And then? We're over it.

Because our brain had been re-conditioned before. The first time. We were led astray.

Or I don't know. Maybe we really were that kind of animal. Maybe that was what we had always been meant to be.

Either way, I think it's very notable that, once we go full fascist and get that sun behind our portrait—which I'm guessing is supposed to make us feel like we're a saint, an icebreaker, a fascist revelation—we look so much... older. So much waxier. So much more pathetic. Especially if we shave.

Is this us? Is it really? Is this really all there is? Because for someone who said nothing can stop the Icebreaker, we sure were... stopped.

I wish it could be that easy. I wish it took just one good talk. I wish it could all be over now.

[socialfakes]

the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 3; chapter 4: naughty & nice

nhl players x platonic abigail celebrini

jack hughes x abigail celebrini

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abbycelebrini | oops 🙊

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colecaufield he's a strange one 😮😂

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abbycelebrini | finally got my tangled moment 🥰 thanks for capturing this special moment william ❤ tagged: eklund_72

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mackcelebrini i want to congratulate you on being happy but after seeing those texts, i don't know what to think anymore 😆 | abbycelebrini just forget you saw anything 😇 | mackcelebrini kinda hard to do so 🙄

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lila.donaghue you guys need to stop being so cute 😩 making me jealous | abbycelebrini we can help you find someone 😊 | abbycelebrini i know a few good looking single guys who you'd love 😉 | lila.donaghue i only love one guy and he doesn't love me 😔 | mackcelebrini wait hold up. i never said that | lila.donaghue 😮 | abbycelebrini wait......wtf 😮 | aidencelebrini dude since when? | lila.doanghue we're just messing with you guys 😂 | abbycelebrini i hate you 😑 | lila.donaghue sorry ❤ | lila.donaghue but for real, set me up please 😊

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jackhughes who's the lucky guy? | abbycelebrini wouldn't you like to know | jackhughes yes i would. that's why i asked | abbycelebrini why? so you can make fun of him? because i do it all the time. he's such a loser 😂 | jackhughes you're so mean 🤣 | abbycelebrini whatever you say 😉

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sanjosesharks our favorite couple 😊

officialsjsharkie love this couple

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abbycelebrini | some best friends are absolutely worth keeping around 😊💙 tagged: beckettsennecke_

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beckettsennecke_ endless amount of love for you, princess💙 | abbycelebrini 💙🥰

jackhughes luke is jealous he's not there 😂 | lhughes_06 I'M jealous? are you sure you're not getting me mixed up with yourself again? | jackhughes 🖕🏻😑🖕🏻 | abbycelebrini have i ever told you how much i hate you?

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user3 i want friends like this

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elblue6 dancing in the rain? hope you didn't get sick. love you ❤ | abbycelebrini i did get sick but beckett took care of me until i was good enough to go home 😊 | elblue6 well that's good. glad you had someone there with you

user5 this friendship is the greatest thing i've ever witnessed 😍

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anaheimducks really truly love this friendship

bboeser we miss you in vancouver. come back soon? | abbycelebrini i will. but damn im in high demand these days 🥰 | bboeser it's because you're a treasure and everyone wants to spend time with you 😊 | abbycelebrini oh i love you. just jumped to my top 3 players of all time mr boeser 😉 | bboeser good 😊 | mackcelebrini curious as to who your top 3 are 🤔 | abbycelebrini beckett, william and brock in that order | mackcelebrini not even top 3? ouch 😩 | abbycelebrini you're top 4 ❤ | lhughes_06 huge hit to the ego there 😔 | _quinnhughes 💔 | jackhughes thought i was your favorite 😩💔

user7 top tier friendship goals 😊❤

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[sofreddie]

Sins of the Past - Part 1

Summary: Locked in a strange facility, Sam and Dean discover their soulmates, the four of them captive victims to an unknown assailant. Can they make it out alive from the mysterious individual hellbent on their suffering?

Characters: Y/N, OFC Imogene "Gene" Sutton, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, The Voice

Warnings: SAW/Soulmate AU, Angst, Violence, Blood, Torture, Traps, Graphic Descriptions

WC: 2,711

A/N: I'm so excited to share this new 8-part series. It's currently complete, so I'll be posting each part regularly. Please heed the warnings listed above. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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The sound of a steady drip in the distance stirred Y/N to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and her pupils dilated as she adjusted to the low lighting in the concrete hallway. A sharp pain alerted her to a wound on the back of her head, reminding her of the random assault that had caused the blackout.

She forced herself to stand and leaned heavily against the wall for support, wincing from the pain that shot through her temple to the back of her skull. She lighted a hand, gingerly caressing the sore spot, finding some tacky blood smeared on her hand from the wound. The last thing she could recall was heading to work, and there was a sudden thud to her head as she left her apartment.

She tried to evaluate her surroundings, but she was more than confused. Everything from floor to ceiling was solid concrete as she stood at a fork in the hallway, dimly lit by cheap flickering wall lamps. It appeared to be some sort of underground utility tunnel, though she couldn't know for sure. Not that she knew anything about underground facilities or tunnels outside of seeing them in film on occasion.

The not-too-distant sound of another person calling for help echoed down the hallway. She strained to hear the sound, which seemed to come from the left fork in the tunnel, the voice distinctly feminine. The tone sounded as scared and confused as she felt herself.

Something inside her told her to investigate and help if she could. She headed toward the source of the voice and stopped in front of a large iron door. The woman on the other side's whimpers and pleading seemed desperate. With a deep breath, she pushed on the door, having to plant her feet for leverage against its significant weight. 

Behind the door was a small room with the same concrete and shoddy lighting as the hallway. In the center of the room, a thin metal table was propped upright at an angle. A woman was tied to the table with three leather straps across her body, and tears streamed down her face as their eyes locked.

"Please, help me," the woman whimpered.

Y/N scurried forward and fumbled with the bindings as she worked to release the woman from the table, "It'll be okay," she tried to reassure herself, and the woman as she struggled with the clasps and her hands shook from fear and adrenaline. "Don't suppose you know where we are, do you?"

"I woke up here like this," the woman stuttered. "I'm not sure what happened."

Once the straps were released, the woman slumped forward from the table and struggled to get her footing, "How did you get here?"

"I woke up in the corridor outside. I think I was attacked when I left my apartment," Y/N responded as she gingerly rubbed at the sore, sticky spot on the back of her head.

The large iron door to the room suddenly swung shut with a thud and a click that reverberated against the concrete walls. The women dashed for the door, but their attempts to pry it open were fruitless. They turned to survey the room when a similar door on the opposite end swung open.

"I guess we go that way."

The woman from the table seemed more confident and took the lead. A thick and tense silence fell between them as they cautiously approached the open doorway and the ominous darkness beyond.

Huddled close, the two women shuffled through the door into the darkness. The door slammed shut behind them, and they both jumped. Dim lights sprung to life, illuminating the small concrete room in an eerie yellow glow. It appeared the same as the previous room and the corridor. Again, the thought occurred that it was an underground facility of some sort.

As eyes readjusted, they could see two men in the middle of the room. They were strapped into chairs next to each other, facing different directions. They were bloodied, and their heads hung loosely on their shoulders.

While Y/N was frozen with fear and uncertainty, Table-Woman rushed forward to check on the men, her hands searching for any pulse on their arms or necks.

"They're alive," she announced before falling back on her ass in surprise when the longer-haired one groaned and began to move. "Help the other one," she ordered as she unfastened the bindings holding Long-Hair to the chair.

As his bindings became loose, Long-Hair raised his head and met Table-Woman's eyes, letting out a groan once he was released and could move. He stood from the chair and took a moment to get his footing, and both women's mouths hung open as he towered above them. As he moved toward the other man, the two women regrouped and backed away from the pair.

"Dean," Long-Hair said as he shook the unconscious man and slapped his cheek a few times. The man - Dean, he had called him - shook awake.

"Sammy?" His voice was deep and rough as he looked at the other man. "What happened?" he groaned. Finally free of the bindings, he stood from the chair with the help of the taller man.

"Dunno," He sighed. "Must've got the jump on us."

Dean's eyes glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings before landing on Table-Woman. "Hey, aren't you the missing hunter, uh…" Dean snapped his fingers as he tried to recall. "Imogene Sutton, right?"

"Just Gene," she responded with an eye-roll. "Sam and Dean? You must be the Winchesters? Just when I thought being trapped in a mysterious concrete Bunker couldn't get any worse. This was my first case. It wasn't supposed to go like this."

“You weren’t supposed to go off alone,” Dean remarked. “Garth called us because your family said you ran off on a solo hunt.”

“Ugh!” She groaned in exasperation. “I’m twenty-six. I’ve been hunting my whole life with them. So I wanted to do one hunt on my own!”

“And how’s that going for you?” Dean smirked.

“Considering you’re here, not so great.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“My family and every hunter I’ve ever met has told stories about you two. And I’ve been warned many times to stay away because you two get people killed!”

"That stings," Dean responded, a hand over his heart. 

Sam couldn’t understand why the two of them were having a hunting argument in the middle of a dire situation. He was determined to break it up and try to calm them down. For some reason, Sam also felt protective of Gene and didn’t want his brother to attack her.

"We were working a case—demons and witches collaborating,” Sam said, stepping forward and removing Gene’s attention from his brother.  “You've been missing for three days," he explained, his tone gentle.

"Three…?" she mumbled, looking back up at Sam. "No, I went to follow a lead, and…I…" she shook her head, and her shoulders slumped. "I don't suppose you know how to get out of here?" Gene asked.

"No," Dean sighed. "But we'll get you out of here. Just stick with us, okay?" 

Dean moved around the room, trying to find anything to help. He tugged as he reached the door the women had entered through, seeing it was securely in place. His eyes shifted, seeing another door at the room's far end. With a determined march, he approached the other door. It swung open on its own before he could reach it.

"That doesn't bode well," Sam muttered under his breath.

"It happened in the last room, too," Gene said. "That's where I was found by -" She turned to look at the other woman and smirked sheepishly. "Sorry, I don't know your name."

"Y/N," she offered with a weak smile.

"Well," Dean said, looking over Y/N and Gene before landing on Sam. "Are we doing this?" 

Sam nodded, ushering the women forward, "Stay behind, Dean. I'll take up the rear," he said as they approached the open door.

Dean walked through first. Another dimly lit concrete room, as all the others greeted them. In the middle of the room were four mid-sized glass jars on a long table, equally spaced from one another. Each jar contained different items. Dean's eyes swept the room before gesturing for the others to follow.

As Sam crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut again. Dean examined the door at the room's far end, but it wouldn't budge. With a sigh, he turned back to the table as the four suspiciously eyed the jars on its surface.

Dean and Sam carefully examined the table and jars, finding them all very secure. Speakers crackled in the room, and a distorted voice came through.

"We're going to play a game," the voice said. "A key to the next door is in one of the jars. You have two minutes to find it before the doors seal permanently."

At those words, a timer appeared above the far door, a countdown in red numbers starting at two minutes and gradually decreasing.

"See, we've got ourselves a Saw fanatic," Dean scoffed. His eyes frequently flit back to the timer before landing on his brother, "Do you think there's a way out of this?"

"If there is, it'll no doubt take longer than two minutes to find it," Sam grimaced, approaching the jars and looking at them closely. "One jar each," he sighed.

As they examined the jars, they quickly realized there was no easy option. One jar was filled with razor blades, one with broken colored glass, one with rusty and jagged nails, and one with what appeared to be needles and pins.

Dean glanced back at the clock, seeing that the timer had been reduced to one and a half minutes, "Alright." 

He sighed and rolled up his sleeve as he stood before the needle jar. Sam moved to the razor blades, and Y/N moved to the glass, leaving Gene with the nails. 

"Find the key," Dean sighed, diving his hand into the jar and trying to maneuver to find the key carefully, but still managing to slice up his hand quickly and painfully in the process.

As Dean grunted and cursed under his breath while he searched, Sam quickly followed, gritting his teeth as every movement caused a new cut from the razorblades. Spikes of red became visible through the jar's glass.

Gene's heart thudded as she stared down at the rusty nails that were undoubtedly about to make her life miserable. There was no time for hesitation, though, as the timer ticked unforgivingly. Squeezing her eyes tight, she slowly sunk her hand into the jar's depths, whimpering as she felt her skin quickly become repeatedly punctured.

"Got it," Y/N announced quickly, holding up the blood-covered key as she passed it to Dean, pieces of glass stuck to her trembling hand.

Dean let out a long sigh as they all rushed for the door. The timer now showed thirty seconds, and he hurriedly turned the key. The door popped open, and Dean rushed them through. By the time they had all passed into the next room, the timer could be heard buzzing as it finalized. The door slammed shut and locked behind them.

The group glanced around the new, featureless, and bare room. They could only see yet another door on the opposite side of the room. Sam removed his flannel overshirt and ripped it into several pieces, handing the shreds to the others before he wrapped his sore and bleeding hands. The others followed as best they could, securing the shredded pieces around their wounds to stem the bleeding and protect them from further damage, if possible.

"Okay," Dean announced, stepping into the center of the room as he projected his voice. "There, we played your little game. Why not come deal with us face to face instead of hiding away like a damn coward?"

"The great and fearless Winchesters," the distorted voice sounded once more. "Well, hunters...hunt."

The timer appeared again, showing five minutes as the numbers began counting. Before they could question it, a part of the concrete wall slid barely open and closed again as another man was thrust into the room. He raised his head, locking eyes on the brothers before his eyes glowed gold. Fangs and claws appeared as he snarled.

"Fucking werewolf?!" Dean growled, backing up and holding out his arms protectively, herding Sam and the others behind him. "Sam?!"

"Werewolf!?" Gene shrieked, staring at the horrific man before her. "What the -"

"Sam, how the fuck do we take it down with no weapon!?"

"Improvise, I don't know!" Sam shrugged.

"Improvise," Dean grumbled before forcing himself towards the creature. "This is gonna suck," he muttered, taking a defensive stance as the wolf rushed towards him. 

Dean quickly moved, causing the lunging creature to roll past him. He turned back on the thing, Sam on its opposite side as they circled the beast.

"I don't suppose anyone has any silver?" Sam shouted as he grappled with the stronger werewolf, struggling to hold him with his injured hands.

"Here," Y/N shouted and tossed them the thick silver chain necklace she always wore for work as it was her only piece of fine jewelry.

The werewolf pushed Sam hard, sending him to tumble to the floor before focusing on the other male. Before Dean could catch the necklace, the werewolf tackled him, causing Dean to clip the jewelry and send it flying across the room. Dean’s back hit the ground with a thud, and the air was knocked out of him as the werewolf landed on top of him.

Y/N screamed, and the wolf turned its attention toward her with glowing eyes and a snarl dripping with saliva. It moved quicker than she expected, and Y/N felt frozen, unsure how to fight something she previously thought was make-believe. Before it could reach her, Gene jumped in the way, tackling the beast from the side.

They grappled briefly before the werewolf ended on top, raising its claw to strike down at Gene beneath him. Before it could strike, Sam grabbed the beast and threw him off of Gene and a few feet away. Dean focused on finding the necklace while the others were occupied. Once he did, he rushed to Sam, who was still fighting.

Pulling the chain between his hands, he threw his arms over the wolf's head, secured the necklace across its neck, and pulled back harshly. The wolf began to choke, trying desperately to fight back as the chain across his throat sizzled. The force of Dean choking him caused a bloody line to appear across his throat as it cut into his flesh. 

After what seemed like too long, the chain had cut through the creature's neck, the head and body falling separately to the floor. Dean huffed, staring down at the thing before walking back toward Y/N.

"Uh...here," he said sheepishly as he handed her back the necklace, now covered in blood and gore. 

She accepted it with shaking, injured hands, stunned and speechless. She struggled with the concept that werewolves were real and that she’d just watched these three people fight and kill it, which terrified her. Why the hell was she here with them? She looked up to meet his gaze, only for something to catch her eye over his shoulder.

"The door!" she exclaimed. 

Dean turned toward the door, seeing it shrink and disappear altogether, leaving nothing but smooth concrete where it had been. The timer above the door also disappeared. As Dean turned around again, the door they had come through was also gone, leaving them trapped within the concrete walls.

"I underestimated you," the voice returned. "Clearly, I've made it too easy."  

Suddenly, a yellowish smoke began to billow from vents in the ceiling, raining down on them. Immediately, they started choking and sputtering from the smoke, falling to their knees as they struggled for breath and fought against the effects that were pulling them to unconsciousness. The last thing Dean saw before passing out was the other three, unconscious and possibly dead, on the floor around him. 

"Sam," Dean grunted before he blacked out.

PART 2

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[menshusband]

What does a man have to do not to live in constant dread

[keeps-ache]

why's all the colorful stuff always in the kids' options oTL

[paleangels13]

Helloo, I still exist did anyone even notice I was mostly gone lol

Anyone interested in ehhh...slightly unhinged work-related talk?

No?

Well. Too bad

Anyone that knows me irl please ignore the tags – I'm embarrassed ✨🥰

[draco-renn]

Man. All I do these days is fail to meet expectations and then get upset at myself for failing to meet those expectations. This sucks.

[skrunksthatwunk]

not to doomer post. but. american politics is like here's a conservative warmonger who wants to burn you alive personally and here's a different conservative warmonger who definitely wouldn't stop someone from burning you alive BUT who might raise the minimum wage by $0.30/hour for you, but only like eight years from now (so re-elect me please!! >w<). yes one of them has to be president they are the only two options we'll let you have. no neither of them will stop the government from killing you or anyone else, but at least one will say "it's kind of bad to kill people :( someone should really do something about that..." while giving the people-killers $20,000,000,000,000 to keep doing it then saying they can't afford to help you at all, but oh shucks, maybe next cycle, if you vote for me again! and also everyone will pretend as though they are extremely different political entities covering two highly polarized ends of the political spectrum despite nearly identical policy views obscured by their slightly different ways of addressing their target audiences, many of whom are also conservative warmongers. and also if you don't vote or vote third party the other guy will win and you will watch as they burn everyone you love alive in the same way they've burned so many strangers so you kind of feel like you have to vote for the other warmonger because even though they both have blood on their hands you'll take a handshake over an uppercut. even if you can still see the bodies piling up behind them. even if you can only save like five people you know and not the thousands of people who are dying in the other room. because you believe the difference between 30,000 and 30,005 is still worth it even though no one needed to die in the first place and no one seems to agree with you. you have to keep living in this world every day. if anything changes it will take decades and it will never be enough. if this takes a toll on you good fucking luck surviving off the generosity of the warmonger state that claims to serve you. happy voting!!

[featherymainffins]

One day I will get stoned to death for publishing an analysis that says that a particular fucked up and evil character fits the diagnostic criteria AND lived experiences of pwASPD and pwNPD, and when that happens I want you all to remember that I did not write that man and it is not my fault that he's both extremely ASPD-coded (and somewhat NPD-coded) and also evil.

Like man if you don't believe me play the game yourself.

[talkorsomething]

Me when everything is hard & i know why and i just have to get over myself But Also

[arolesbianism]

Everyday I see another youtube video or whatever say smth along the lines of "this character is badly written because they're unlikable/annoying/insert negative description here" and everyday I end up massively disappointed because I came here for analysis on the actual writing of a character not just a description of the feelings they made you experience

[lxnarphase]

𓇼 FUCK HER, FLIP HER, BEND HER BACKWARDS !

❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : the church always says sex for pleasure is a sin, and nanami kento is a man of the lord. but fuck, if his wife isn't worth sinning for. wc: 4.3k

❤₊‧⁺...cw : n. kento x fem!reader, religious themes, traditionalist views on sex and marriage, loss of virginity, missionary to mating press, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, nanami loses himself in your pussy, slight cum play, dirty talk

❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : am i unintentionally coping with religious trauma? possibly but it is fun :33 anyways based of this! forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty, it's been a while but enjoy !!

the two of you have spoken about eventually having children many times, but knowing the steps it took...it kept you both pushing it back, knowing eventually you'd both be ready.

after speaking with doctors, asking for advice from the church, and having you grumble about the neighbors who welcomed a cute baby girl, the two of you figured it was time.

you did your best to act normal all dayl, trying not to seem to nervous or too excited as you went about your chores for the day.

it may just be an act to procreate, but...it's still your first time with nanami. you want it to at least feel special.

there was nothing in the bible that went against that, right?

well, you have plenty of time to overthink since it seems that your dear husband will be at work late. to pass the time, you wait upstairs in your shared bedroom, the TV on as a distraction.

you're so stuck in your own world that you don't even notice him in the doorway before he clears his throat, leaning in the doorway. "oh! hi, honey, welcome home!" you go to stand up, but he holds up a hand, making you stop before you can get up from the bed.

it's silent, aside from the noise from the TV, and you can feel your stomach flip in anticipation.

has...has he always looked that handsome?

he continues to stand by the door, still not making eye contact. "you said it...starts today, correct," nanami questions, focused on undoing the straps of his watch. it shouldn't be attractive, it's such a simple task...yet it has your stomach doing flips as you nod.

"mhm, my, uh...ovulation starts today." it's such a weird thing to say, it just makes everything feel so...clinical. but that's how it's supposed to be, right? those who use sex for pleasure instead of procreation are sinners, or whatever the reverend at the church says.

"mm."

slowly pulling it off, he sets the watch on the dresser before shutting the bedroom door

"good."

dear god in heaven, you think to yourself, struggling to swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth as he starts to undress. please forgive me for such inappropriate thoughts about my husband.

he removes his suit jacket—black today, it seems—placing it carefully on his desk chair, followed by his cufflinks and tie. his shirt is next, each button popping to reveal his strong, well-maintained physique.

you have to stop yourself from pumping your fist in the air for getting so lucky with such an attractive man as your husband. too busy ogling him like a horny teenager, you miss him undoing his belt before tugging them down and stepping out of his boxers.

once you do realize he's fully undress, you blush hard once he approaches the end of the bed—it took everything out of you not to stare at that...monster hanging between his legs, dear lord—and climbs onto it, making his way to hover over you.

his eyes roam up and down your body, taking in the pretty silky night dress you had on. It’s a soft blue with lacy white trim with little intricate flower designs.

modest, yet sensual.

"this is new," he comments, voice low and sultry. you can't help but wonder if he meant to sound so...so...

you don't find the correct word for it, but this new tone lights a fire in your stomach that has your r thighs squeezing together just a little bit.

"well, i figured it was an important night...you know, finally popping our cherries a-and starting a family?"

it's a weak attempt at humor, your voice clearly giving away your nervousness. you just pray that he ignores it.

a soft hum leaves him, his fingers playing with the intricately designed lace trim. the idea that you want to make this whole ordeal special, that you want to give yourself to him wholly, and that you want to swell with his child...

it pleases him greatly, a small smile touching his lips.

"well, aren't you sweet, my dearest?"

such simple words, yet they relieve so much tension from your shoulders. you can't help but smile back before a little gasp falls from your lips when his hands start to lift the dress up. his hands, they're so big, so hot on your skin.

It's a struggle to remember that this is for the purpose of producing offspring and nothing else, but you try, you try so hard.

but when you hear the hitch in his breath at the realization you didn't have anything else underneath the dress after he pulls it over your head, it's hard to remember.

the thought just about completely leaves your mind at the way nanami, your usually put-together husband, looks so hungrily down at you, a look you've never seen before in those pretty hazel eyes.

his gaze lingers on your body for a moment, mouth opening before shutting instantly, preventing himself from saying something he'd likely regret.

calm down, kento, he reminds himself, taking a second to clear his mind. this is for the purpose of family, not sinful and carnal desires.

even so, he's drinking in the sight of you, unable to stop his hands from rubbing up and down your sides, the soft skin of you, his wife, warming his palms. all his.

"gorgeous," he mumbles, unaware he even said it.

the moment you feel his leaking cock brush against your leg, a thought occurs to you.

neither one of you has a single idea of how to do this.

sure, you both know enough about putting it inside and moving, but that was about it. is there something else you should do? things you should say, places you should touch to aid in the process?

they never explained the actual process of sex in church, and lord knows your mother and father would've keeled over and died instantly if you were to ask them.

'it comes naturally when god deems it your time' the reverend stated once during a sermon. you fight back a frown, realizing that man probably had even less of an idea of how to do it.

however, the feeling of his tip nudging against your slit rips a gasp out of you, bringing you back into the present.

"are you alright? you left me for a bit there," nanami asks, his brow furrowed in worry. if you weren't ready, he was willing to back off. he may want to fulfill this important aspect of marriage, but...not if you don't want it.

"n-no, i'm okay! just...wondering how all of this is going to work out," you softly reassure, giving a weak giggle.

he can't blame you, he isn't very sure either. but as the man of the house and as your husband, he didn't plan on letting you worry. he would do all the work, you just needed to lay there looking so pretty, so soft, so...he realizes he's doing it again, letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't.

"just...j-just relax, we will figure it out as we go along."

with your silent nod, nanami starts to push his hips forward, hissing silently when he realizes the wetness that greets him.

you were this aroused just from...talking?

the thought of scolding you for letting your mind wander crossed his own, but...it would be hypocritical when his cockhead is dribbling precum all over your soft mound.

you choke out a noise of pain when his cock finally notches onto you and starts to push inside. sure, your wetness helped get the tip and the few inches after it inside, but just that is already too much for you, and you're expected to take all of it?!

you do your best not to move, not really sure what you should be doing. you'd be a good wife and bear with the pain if you had to, your nails digging into the pillow under your head as you braced yourself for the rest of his cock.

but this is absolutely unbearable, how do other women bear with this and have 6 or more children?!

a flicker of concern flashes through nanami's eyes at the sound you made, and he stops moving forward. he may be a bit mean sometimes, but he wasn't cruel.

if you both are going to go through with this, he is not going to make you suffer and nor is he going to force you to endure a painful experience.

no true man of god would do such a thing.

"breathe, don't hold it in," he instructs, his voice somehow calm and collected. one of his hands laces with yours, hoping to provide some sort of comfort as his lips brush against your forehead. "i've got you, darling, the pain will pass, just...tell me to stop if it gets too bad. don't hold it in."

giving a soft nod, you try to match his breathing, your body relaxing and making it easier for nanami to slip the rest of himself inside, a near silent sigh escaping him. the tightness and initial resistance that greeted him nearly made him moan, his cock twitching violently inside of you.

something about the physical feeling and knowledge that you saved yourself for him like you promised years before you both got married sent a surge of possession and pride, knowing he has such a loving and faithful wife who is so willing to give herself up to him like this...he can only hope you feel the same knowing he saved himself for you and only you.

so, as a 'reward'—and totally not because he fears you'll strangle his cock off with how tight you are—he's so gracious to you, not moving to let you get used to the stretch and feel of him inside, the room silent except for your matching breathing.

a few moments go by, and you should feel embarrassed when you feel slick drip out of you and down your ass. the realization that your dearest husband, one of the most faithful men of the church, is letting his cock soak inside of your hot cunt makes you whine a little, slick walls fluttering around him.

he's so fucked.

"a-ah...i'm going to move now," he warns, taking your sudden noise as a good sign. nanami shifts his legs just a bit before giving an experimental thrust, his brow furrowing as he slowly finds a rhythm.

the feeling of your hot and gummy walls is absolutely intoxicating, divine, nothing he's ever felt before.

this is what it felt like?

this is what he waited for?

fuck, it felt...it felt so good.

too good.

for you, the pain completely melts away, and you silently thank god and the angels above for giving you a merciful husband who is so kind as to wait for you to loosen up around him.

little do you know, he would rather kill himself than start moving when you're still adjusting to the pain and stretch.

his gentle movements make you all but melt under him, your eyes fluttering at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through your veins.

no wonder your parents preached about saving yourself until marriage, and thank the heavens you listened.

the very thought of feeling this way with anyone but your kento puts a bad taste in your mouth.

meanwhile, nanami chants prayers in his head over and over again as he tries his best to focus on the 'true' purpose for this.

the sticky, wet, and gooey sensation of your plump cunt sucking him, practically weeping each time he pulls out is just unfair.

the poor man, he's fighting so hard to maintain his composure, to not succumb to the base instincts that those soft moans of yours are beginning to stir within him.

"s-shush, darling," he grits out, hips still following his slow, deep pace. "don't...don't make such noises," he all but pleads, voice tinged with a huskiness that betrayed his growing need for you.

“i-i’m sorry! just, it...feels good, y-you feel good, feels s-so good,” you whisper, hands coming up to cover your mouth and stifle those sickeningly sweet noises.

but of course, that isn’t enough because each push and pull of his cock stirs your drooling cunt, filling the room with wet, filthy squelching sounds.

nothing about this is holy, nanami thinks as he grits his teeth, hands fisting in the sheets next to your head.

look at her.

those soft, muffled noises are truly music to his ears, his pace morphing from the slow, deep grind into a faster pace as your soft body gives into the pleasure.

so wet, so damn tight around my cock., like she never wants to let me pull out.

"k-kento, y-you're goin' too deep, i-i can't be quiet, s'too much!"

messy little pussy, 's beggin' for cum, needs it, needs to feel my tip kissin' her cervix as i pump load after load into her womb.

he knows what that little voice is, and no matter how much he wants to claim that it’s the sound of demons pouring their sinful words into his mind, he knows that it's his thoughts, fueled by those dirty little noises that she can't hold back.

how pitiful, how sinful, doesn't she know she's going against all the teachings they've heard preached every weekend in their church?

doesn't she know she's giving into lust?

doesn't she know her pretty sounds are making his dick throb, painting her insides with his hot, gooey precum?

"hush, 'm not going to t-tell you again, you...you need to be quiet," he growls, the command lacking its earlier authority.

nanami also knows lying is a sin, and he's doing a damned lot of it right now as he tries to convince himself that you need to stay silent. after all, this—this is just a process of giving you both a child, just like you wanted, and nothing else.

but he's lying to himself.

he needs you to be quiet or else he'll lose it.

the poor man is barely holding onto his restraint, and these sweet noises pouring from your mouth aren't helping at all.

"y-you make this so difficult sometimes, my dear..." his voice is rough with need and desire, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. "but, by god, you're...you're. absolutely. exquisite."

he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips into you in a way that has the coarse hair on his crotch to rub against your clit. the pleasure it gives you is electric, your legs coming up to squeeze his hips as you try to grind with him.

his words, his simple praise only makes you hiccup his name, crying out louder as your watery eyes roll back as your needy cunt squeezed down on his fat cock.

you're such a sweet thing, trying oh-so hard to mute your sounds. each snap of his hips is all but driving you insane.

“i-i can’t, ken, y-you don’t understand, i-it feels so good, i-i’m so full! you’re pressing against all the good spots, kentoo, i-i love you s' much, b-but i can't!”

be a good fucking husband and do what you were made to, nanami kento.

his teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to hard to ignore that temptation purring in the back of his mind.

the voice is so much louder now, echoing throughout his mind and muting any prayers or pleads to be mindful of the sanctity of this whole process.

fuck her. give her what she needs, what she deserves.

but it's too fucking hard, he can't his hips are speeding up, his strong hands moving to grip your thighs, unaware of how they start to anchor behind your knees.

breed your pretty little wife and give her a baby like she deserves.

with a deep groan, nanami finally loses all control, fingers digging into your supple thighs to push them to your chest and practically folding you in half.

this new angle has him openly moaning like a dirty whore, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your tight, gummy walls, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each and every deep thrust.

"k-ken, kenny, k-ken," you sob, tears catching onto your lashes as your entire being is assaulted by the endless pleasure your husband is giving you. he doesn't even look like your kento anymore, his pupils blown so wide that you can barely see the ring of greens and brown of his iris.

"f-fuck. 's all your fault, you know that," he hisses, eyes narrowing as he weakly glares down at you. but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he gives in to the pleasure.

his dark eyes bore down into yours, the wet plap plap plap plap of his hips slamming into yours almost overpowering his voice. "if y-you just stayed quiet like i asked, w-we wouldn't be here."

a little spurt of wet gushes out of you, making his fall forward into the juncture of your neck with a groan at the dirty noise it makes,

"god, i-i can feel it, y'know? can feel this sticky pussy—such a dirty little pussy—makin' such a mess. saved it jus' for me, didn't you, baby? mmhm—fuckin' hell, 's tight—thank you god f' giving me such an angel of a wife." nanami is huffing nonsense against your neck, pounding into you with a force that has the bed creaking loudly.

if you weren't being fucked stupid, you would be worried he was about to break the bed.

"you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, b-but you jus' had to have the noisiest little cunt."

he's so mean, but it only serves to make you gush even more, the way juices pour out of you and only make the already filthy noises even nastier.

"she's talkin' to me, baby, y'hear it? i'm...i-i'm gonna breed you," he manages to whine into your ear, pulling away to press his sweaty forehead against yours.

his tongue, so pink and pretty—you want it in your mouth, want to taste it want to feel it against yours—runs over his top lip as he watches drool drip down the corner of your mouth while you nod brainlessly.

nanami's never felt so dirty, so unhinged, but it feels so right, feels so fucking good. he never wants to leave your pussy, never wants to pull out, this is where he belongs, buried deep inside you as his cock pumps load after load right into your tummy, giving you what you need, what you deserve.

"yeah? you want that? i'll give it to you, baby, promise, 'm gonna be a good husband a-and knock you up, gonna make you a mommy."

that has you keening, tears pouring down your cheeks at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. you know you're close, but it's different.

it feels different, feels too much, there's pressure you've never felt before from the few times you'd cave in and play with your puffy, swollen clit in the shower when you waited for nanami to get home from work to kiss you to sleep.

no, you feel like you are about to fucking explode. "ken, i-i can't, 'm gonna—s-something's coming," you try to warn, your hands fisting in his hair as you tug and tug and tug.

the pull of his hair makes him moan like a slut, it sounds so fucking good. his eyes are rolling back before he rushes to comfort you, pressing soft little open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

you don't need to fight it, you just need to give it to him, give him what he needs.

"shh, shh, don' cry, y' look t'pretty, honey. l-let it happen, cum for me, i've got you, angel, cum for me s-so i can fill you up," he coos, his hips growing erratic as he feels your silky walls starting to fluttering around him, feeling you teeter on the edge of release.

he shifts, just barely, just enough to better position himself to fuck deeper into you. but that slight movement has his cock smushing against something soft and spongy that makes you sob, growing softer and more pliant under him, and you know you are done for as all you can do is wail his name.

"please, pretty girl, cum for me, show me how good 'm making you feel, soak my cock, c'mon, you can do it."

with a loud mewl that nearly has nanami soaking your walls in cum, you dig your nails into his biceps as you finally, finally cum. and you're right, it is different, your cute pussy squirting and creaming all over his dick.

the poor man is choking back a whine, eyes wide in shock as your cunt just gushes slick everywhere, clenching around him like a vice as you cum.

your juices are soaking his cock and balls, splattering against his lower abdomen obscenely. the thought of making you do that again crosses his mind for a split moment before the need to fill you up for being so good overpowers any other thought.

not giving you a break, he continues his unforgiving fucking, ignoring your cries and pleads for him to slow down.

"nonono, shh, shh, shush, you can take it," he coos against your lips, no longer caring if this was sinning or not. all he could think about was the constant squeezing and spasming of your poor overstimulated slit that was milking him toward his orgasm.

you try to squirm away, but the way he has you folded in half has you unable to do anything but accept his stupidly deep thrusts that make you swear you can taste his cock in the back of your throat.

"t-tha's it." he's panting, slurring his words, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. it’s so wet, so messy now, but he can't find it in himself to care.

no, all he can think about as he looks down at you is how you'll have that angelic glow as you grow round with his baby, and everyone will know you're his, that he knocked you up, he pumped you full of his cum, that you're his you're his you're all fucking his—

"f-fuck, honey, i-i can't..." his hips stutter as he does his best to maintain his rhythm, but his own release is barreling down on him. his heavy balls are drawing up tight as they slap against your ass, your juices still pouring out and soaking all of him.

"'m gonna fill you up, 'm gonna pump this—this sinful little cunt f-full of m'cum, angel, gonna knock you up, gonna have you drippin' with me, g-gonna give you a fuckin' baby, shit—"

with a deep, guttural groan, nanami hisses your name as he buries himself as deep as possible, his hot tip kissing your cervix as thick, hot ropes of his potent cum pour right into your womb, hips grinding into you and giving little thrusts as you milk his cock weakly despite your overstimulation.

it's—it's so much, he's still cumming, how was all of this inside of him? you can practically feel it sloshing around inside of you, and you whimper when you feel it gush out around his now softening cock, dripping down your ass onto the bed.

a moment or two passes, and he sits up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face and looking down at you.

oh.

you sweet thing, you're an absolute mess. you have tear streaks down your cheeks, your lips swollen from him unknowingly biting them between the little kisses he was giving you, a pretty sheen of sweat on you, and...

his eyes trail lower to where his dick is still nestled inside of you, and it takes everything in him to not accidentally thrust his hips a little bit.

it's a creamy, sticky mess, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out your poor, abused pussy.

"o-oh. sorry, my love. i'm...not quiet sure what happened there. i apologize for such...foul language," he mumurs, his hand stroking your hip. "'s okay," you softly coo back to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath. "i-i liked it..."

but you quickly learn you've married both a man of god and a curious, insatiable bastard who can't help but drag his cum all over your pussy, quickly finding your clit. and the reaction you give him is one he decides he likes, your hips canting up as your soft, oversensitive walls squeeze around his cock again.

"k-kento, that's nasty!"

all you get in response is a grumbling noise in his chest as it takes you weakly slapping your hands against his chest to get his eyes to snap away from your gooey, creamy pussy.

clearing his throat, he looks down at you, that heated look slowly creeping back onto his face. "perhaps we...we should try once more. just to ensure it takes," he states, doing his best to show some semblance of dominance.

but it's impossible when his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pupils blown as he gazes down at your panting form like he's about to devour you whole.

"after all, a...a big family is what god wants from man and woman, right? so we...shouldn't delay and keep trying." his hand trails up your side before finding its way to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh.

his thumb experimentally rolled your nipple, and the way your body reacted, a soft gasp of his name...how is he supposed to explain the feeling he's getting in the confessional booth?

"y-yeah," he gulps, leaning his head down. you can feel his hot breath against your tit, and you swear you feel drool drip onto your breast. "w-we'll keep trying. jus' to make sure w-we do what the scripture asks."

may god forgive him for being such a fucking liar and a damned bad one at that.

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