#I know it’s touchy but I’m 17 and like

[thecoolerantistraight]

So apparently joe fucking his teenage gf was fine but if he had wanted to fuck Keith or even Paul when the clash formed that would have been illegal

[star-girl69]

Love Song

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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a/n: just needed to do some general hc’s to get all my thoughts in order i hope you all enjoy!!

Love song - Lana Del Rey

warnings: the formatting is weird idk why i can’t fix it but y’all will live, swearing, a little itty bitty bit of violence, every facet of clarisse finding its way here and i love them all, tell me if i missed anything!!

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i’m sure we all agree on this

but clarisse is very protective of you

even if you’re a very capable fighter, even if you’re even better than her, clarisse is still so protective of you

i mentioned this in one of my fics (maybe so it goes…????) but like the reason behind this is the fact that clarisse is just SCARED

she is terrified of losing you bc you are the only one she feels like she can be herself with

like clarisse is insane!!!!! in a good way!!!!! but also she’s a 17 year old girl…. she wants TO BE LOVED

she tries to talk to you about how she feels about her dad and about everything else in her life, but even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s locked up like a vault

she knows her emotions are always super intense and she has big reactions

major anger issues but they’ve gotten better with age

the problem is she spent her entire life being told that she needed to calm down, that she couldn’t feel like that all the time, and she just tried to shut down

obviously that did not work

but it still makes it virtually impossible to talk about her feelings

when it comes to you tho she’s an open book

she’s a daughter of ares she’s headstrong she’s proud and her fatal flaw is PRIDE

i mentioned this before but she wants everyone to know that you’re hers and she’s yours

your relationship is partly very public

she’s not afraid to touch you or kiss you

she’s not afraid to show you off and (needs to) show everyone that yes your beautiful self belongs to HER

so naturally she gets very jealous

even when you’re like clarisse you are INSANE

there’s been a few times when you first started dating and you were still getting comfortable and weren’t that public yet so like someone would flirt with you

it went like this

boy: hey what’s up you’re kinda fine

y/n: oh! oh yeah no….. no…..

clarisse: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU—

then she started attacking him

lost dessert privileges for a month, she proudly declared that it was worth it (besides you would sneak her bites of yours like)

now that everyone knows you’re hers her jealousy is rooted a lot more in delusion and insecurity

you’ll be like in a group talking someone and she’ll pull you closer and be like “i think that guys staring at you a little too much.”

“clarisse no the fuck he’s not what”

b/c of the fact that she isn’t a son for her father she gets insanely jealous if specifically a MAN gets even an inch too close however innocently

she doesn’t want to think it but she thinks you’ll eventually realize her father is right and she’s not as useful or good bc she’s a girl

most of the time when she gets jealous bc of her insecurities she just becomes extra clingy

but also any emotion she feels she gets extra clingy to you so sometimes it’s hard to tell LMAO

she isn’t really a big hand holder but that’s only because she’s actually holding you CLOSER to her by your waist

also one more note about your relationship publically

everyone gets whiplash bc like she’s a BULLY fo everyone else and then you walk over and she’s all heart eyes

i hate everyone but you trope save me

save me i hate everyone but you trope

THIS HAPPENED IN IN A GOOD WAY

clarisse: pushes percy over

you: nuh uh clarissseeeeeeee

clarisse: omg hi beautiful gf

you: touches her shoulder, looks at her disapprovingly

clarisse: fine i’ll go, *scares percy*, bye bye beautiful ily

like she’s just being a bitch and then all of a sudden you come around and she’s like hiiiiiii babyyyyy how is my gorgeous gorgeous girl today??

so outwardly clarisse is just very proud and touchy

privately she lets herself be a little more chill

this is where she really touchy you thought before was worse nah

idk if y’all have noticed but in my fics clar’s always holding on y/n’s hips and that’s just me self projecting bc i have the most horrid hip dips but my point still stands

SHE LOVES YOUR HIPS

would totally call them “love handles” IM SORRYY

but she just likes having a place to hold where she can just like kinda actually physically grab you with her hands

like yeah she can wrap her arms around your waist but she likes to GRAB you

cuddling w her is fun bc like this girl cannot get ENOUGH of you there’s only like three ways you cuddle

you on top of her whether just like completely on top of her (one of her favs) or just with your head on her chest

this is what happens whenever you feel scared

like there was a monster attack just near the barrier and you’ve all been feeling uneasy all day

TRUST you are sleeping in her bed tonight

wraps her arms around you so tight it’s like she’s crushing you

also she’s running your back or caressing your head whichever you prefer

she keeps her spear right next to her bed and makes sure you can see it so you know however subconsciously NOTHING can hurt you bc she’s right there (nothings gonna hurt you baby vibes)

or she’s on top of you this one usually happens when she’s feeling a little extra insecure and jealous and it’s like no one can see you if she’s on top of her so then you’re hers

she isn’t the smartest one in the bunch but she has good intentions!!!!

also she lays on top of you if you get hurt

like after so it goes for example when y/n got that little cut on her hand

you’re like “clar pls you’re crushing me”

“um ok you scared the shit out of me today tho you need to LET ME do this fuck”

third option

you’re both laying on your side and facing each other legs tangled together and she’s probably whispering to you

she’s a big whisperer i feel it in my heart

like tracing her hands on your face and saying your so beautiful or telling you how you make her feel

oh lord take me now

also she loves you the way hozier loves

“someone asked me in the end i’d tell them ‘put me back in it’ // darlin’ i would do it again // if i could hold for a minute”

“when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave could hold my body down i’d crawl back to her”

like she BREATHES for you

if she died and then you were like “i miss you” trust she would find a way to come back to life

totally daydreams about going on such a fantastical quest that the gods offer both of you immortality so you can be together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

like if the world ends y’all would still be there having a little picnic date

devotion is the only word that comes close

anyways

ok nicknames she calls you:

baby, angel, gorgeous, pretty thing/girl, beautiful, lovely, dummy (lovingly)

(recently saw a few posts abt clarisse saying mama/mamas i may be swayed)

dates she takes you on:

forces you to train w her even if you don’t like it but she lets you win OBVIIIII, under the stars in the woods, take your dinners to go and sneak back to either hers or your cabin to eat together, secret makeout sessions in the bathroom her cabin your cabin anywhere she can get her hands on you

this is so random but i get horrible migraines and i am ADDICTED to these like headache relief frequency sounds on youtube i swear they work and i was like omg you can’t have electronics at chb I WOULD NOT SURVIVE

so if you are a real one like me and get horrible migraines but this goes for being sick in general she’s like a little puppy pretending to be a wolf barely holding it together

she’ll be like at the foot of your bed begging you not to go into the light while shouting at someone at the same time to refill your water

you like have a cold

she would rub your temples if you had a headache and she would literally be like a doll for you to move around like oh you wanna lay on her chest? by all means

you wanna lay upside down with your feet in her face? as long as you get better you can do whatever you want!

you don’t wanna touch her at all? that’s where she draws the line

you’ll be like “ugh i’m hot get away from me”

“okay ☹️☹️”

“why are you touching my feet with your feet”

she places you above everyone else

like yeah other people are ok…….

but you 😍😍😍😍😍😍

this is slightly cringe but she would fr burn the whole world down and not let a flame touch you

LIKE HAVE YALL SEEN THE ANONS IVE BEEN POSTING AND THE CAPTURE THE FLAG THINGS 😱😱😱😱 (y’all always check my blog im always posting the funniest shit bc i’m funny)

“you’re one opposite teams blah blah blah you get hurt clarisse drops EVERYTHING to help you even if just a paper cut” (i have no chill fic coming soon)

THEN THEN the other one that was like “ok but what if you ACTUALLY get hurt like broken leg”

clarisse just goes crazy when you’re hurt

in so it goes: “what if that cut gets infected?”

you’re her WORLD she literally can’t stand the thought or something happening to you or else she starts literally shaking in anger and sadness

but when clarisse gets hurt it’s a whole other story

LIKE FUCK YOU JUST WANNA CARE ABOUT HER AND SHES ALL LIKE “it’s chill.”

NO ITS NOT YOURE GONNA BLEED OUT 😭😭

clarisse never let’s anyone but you see her true emotions

like yeah when you’re in public and you’re being cutesy she starts smiling and everyone is SO confused

but still

she never lets anyone see her as WEAK

so she always downplays her injuries in terms of how much they hurt, but flaunts them off proudly at the same time?? yeah that makes sense

after a capture the flag game you march her to the bathroom with a first aid kit “ok baby take off your shirt”

she always makes some flirty comment like SHUSH NOT RN

then she has all these bruises and every once in a while a cut from someone’s sword

you’re like 😔😔💔

you’re the only one she will let clean her up

unless she like breaks a bone or needs stitches (which has never happened) no way in hell she’s going to the healers

if you’re a child of apollo or smth she’s like “i literally have my own person healer right here…..”

anyways i think that’s all but i will probably be updating this when i think of more stuff bc as we know i have no chill

thank you all sm for reading and reblogging and liking and commenting and sending all of your WONDERFUL asks they make me so happy i’m always giggling when i get one

anyways bye bye 😘

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[canthelpit0]

Skinny

Pairing: bf!Chris sturniolo x Reader

Wordcount: 700

Summary: you talk to your boyfriend about the internet (literally just the song skinny, by Billie Eilish)

Warnings: really short, angst(?), body image, the internet, hurt/comfort (?), direct quotes, idfk

(Litterally wrote this during a 1h car trip, so it’s rlly short. I was listening to the song while writing this. Hope you guys like it tho <3)

I recently met the triplets in LA. We quickly became friends, but I always felt drawn to Chris the most.

Sure they’re all considerably hot, but there was just something about Chris that made me feel something..

Turns out I wasn’t the only one that felt it, and soon enough Chris confessed to me. Wich meant a lot, considering he has commitment issues, but he was willing to commit… for me?

We dated for a while until I realized,

I fell in love for the first time.

I may only be 20, but those 20 years felt so eternally long. Chris was everything I’d been waiting for all my life, being the hopeless romantic.

I started to go to the gym more often, and eat healthier. Not for any other reason then, I was happy.

I also started to notice that Chris’ Pepsi habits got better, and he started to eat healthier as well.

We were talking one day, both of us sitting on opposite sides of Chris’ bed.

“People say I look happy, just because I got skinny.” I sigh.

The only reason why I look happier is because I have a working healthy relationship, because I’m in love. Not because my body changed.

Chris tilts his head to the side his eyes slightly furrowed as if asking me if I’m serious.

But the ‘old’ me was still me. Maybe even the real me, my actual personality when I’m on my own, And I think she is pretty.

I never really had body image issues. I never struggled with eating.

I got famous pretty young, like 17 or so. And back then I was a kid, of corse I liked to eat. I wasn’t even that big really. I was just a kid, I didn’t care about it too much.

I’m not magically happier than I was before. I still cry.

“People say I’m acting my age now.” I sigh. “Am I already on the way out, am I ‘falling off’?”

Chris tilts his head not saying anything just trying to process my words. As if my words are outlandish to him.

“I feel like a bird in a cage, you know. With all these expectations and rumors.” I sigh softly. All these things have been bugging me for a while.

“I’m sorry.” He looks at me with not pitty but understanding. “You were my secret,” when we started dating we hadn’t told the internet. “- and I didn’t get to keep it”

But like couples do we would go out on dates. With both of us being touchy people, PDA was big. But a random fan took a picture of us kissing and it spread like wildfire.

I sigh heavily at the memories. How betrayed I had felt by those so called fans looking into my business.

“The internet is hungry for the meanest kind of funny, and somebody’s gotta feed it.” I purse my lips closing my eyes briefly.

“I suppose that’s true” Chris breaths out his eyes locked on mine.

“People really think suddenly all my problems are gone and I’m all happy, not because I’m in a healthy and stable relationship but because i got skinny.” I huff working myself up, and getting angrier and angrier at something that seems like nothing.

“Do you still cry?” I ask rhetorically, my previous breathy and small voice now loud and clear. “I mean I do.” I reply to my own question.

I look at my boyfriend and the way he looks back at me with such understanding.

We look at each other in silence. “I love you. And I’ve loved you for so long. And that’s not going to change.”

Chris says firmly a small gentle smile forming on his lips. Chris opens his arms waiting for me to come to him.

I’m not upset per se, it’s just annoying seeing people comment on my body and happiness and whatnot. It’s none of their business.

I’m a content creator. I didn’t ask for them to criticize me.

I sit up shuffling over to Chris. I let myself fall into his embrace.

But in Chris’, the love of my life’s arms, like this, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Masterlist

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[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 13

Hobie’s over and they’re both just lounging on her couch. It’s a rare day she has off and so far, nothing crazy has happened to set off Hobie’s police scanner. He had been coming over more often. When he's not at her flat, she’s managed to wiggle her way onto his house boat a time or two. It’s nice for them to hang out and it not be at her place of work. Not that she doesn’t enjoy the pub, but she can’t have any intimate moments with Hobie.

Not that she’s trying to be intimate with Hobie, but they’ve definitely been touchier as of recent…

By touchy she means actively kissing her friend, who she doesn’t think she’s dating and doesn’t want to ask if they are. Mostly because she doesn’t know how she would even want him to answer.

Which is why instead of over analyzing her feelings for her best friend she’s instead choosing to push it under the surface and try to just enjoy the moments she does have.

She’s laying on the couch but her legs are drapped on top of Hobie’s. One of his hands sits in between her thighs, just holding her in place. His other hand is lazily drumming a soundless tune on her leg. His attention only half on the television playing in the background. His full attention is really on her as she tries to curate a perfect playlist for them.

“Should I organize it in a specific order or just let it shuffle?” She asks mindlessly as she’s scrolling through her music.

“It’s a classic mixtape if ya plan it out yea? Make the order matter right?” He hums to her in suggestion.

“Mmm I didn’t think about it like that. Oh!” She has an idea and sits up to look at him better. “What if we did it like a real mix tape? Side A and Side B, but like we curate one side each.” She says with a bright smile.

He nods in agreement, “I like that. So that’s ten songs each yeah?”

She makes a small noise of satisfaction and plops back down. “Let’s put them on a separate playlist and we can share them together when it’s done, it’ll be a surprise.” She suggests.

They had been doing this for the past couple of hours, just sharing music. MJ suggested they make a playlist to share with each other. It’s escalated into this mixtape.

She’s tapping away on her phone scrolling through song after song, “I don’t know if it’s harder or better that I only get to pick ten songs…” She murmurs to herself.

Hobie’s just watching her with a small smile tugging at his lips. It’s a real peaceful moment between them.

“Choices, choices, choices.” He whispers back leaning toward her.

She looks up from her phone to see him hovering over her with a smile. She pulls her phone against her chest.

“No cheating! It’s not fair if you look before I’m done. That ruins the point of sharing music.” She says giggling.

He rolls his eyes but backs away, keeping his hands on her thighs. “Fine fine, I won’t look.” He leans back into the couch and starts tapping an unknown rhythm against her leg.

Her face scrunches up as she looks through her songs, trying to find the songs she relates to. She is nervous about sharing her stuff with him though… Hobie actually writes and performs music. It’s a small added pressure she wasn’t expecting.

Hobie moves one of his hands to grab her cheek, making her look up at him.

“Relax, you’re thinking too hard about it.” He tells her in a soothing voice.

She rolls her eyes but gives him a soft smile, “I know but, I don’t know, I feel like I’m thirteen and you’ll be hyper critical over my music taste.” She mumbles.

He looks at her with a straight face, “I will be hyper critical.” He says in faux seriousness.

“Oh, piss off!” she laughs shoving him away. She readjusts herself to sit up and face him. “That’s not helpful.” She jokes.

He rolls his eyes, “MJ it’s fine. Whatever you put on there won’t change how I feel about ya. Relax.” He gives her a toothy smile and musses her hair.

She bats his hands away and frowns, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He grabs her waist and pulls her to his lap, wrapping his arms around her and slotting his head on her shoulder. “It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine promise.” He presses a kiss to her cheek drawling out his words. 

She turns to look at him relaxing into his hold. She hums in satisfaction at his response.

“Okay, I need to get up or I’ll get sleepy like this.” She tells him starting to wiggle.

He groans in response and locks his arms around her, “Too late, I’ve trapped ya with my superior spider strength.” He tells her jokingly.

She laughs and tries to worm her way out of his hold. “That’s not fair!” She groans in response pushing down on his arms. Which are definitely not budging.

He just grunts as a reply and keeps his hold on her, his laugh vibrating down her back. It sends a chill through her spine.

She opens her mouth to respond to him but before she can they both hear the buzz of the police radio. Hobie sighs and shoves his face into her back, groaning in annoyance.

They both listen in and catch something about a break in down a block of locally owned storefronts.

He releases his grip on her, “Can’t steal from the giant corporations like the rest of us, gotta be the mom and pop shops.” He mutters under his breath.

She just chuckles in response and turns to face him, giving him a soft kiss.

“Guess you better go then tiger.” She says softly.

His face heats up, “That’s new.” He chuckles a bit looking down at her.

Her face burns red, “Do you not like it?” she asks now a little embarrassed.

“No, no, no! I liked it, just different is all.” He chuckles nervously.

“Oh my god, okay, go go! Moments over.” She covers her face in embarrassment.

He smiles and tugs her hands away pressing a soft kiss to her, “It’s cute, like it.”

He pulls away quickly and backs up to her balcony, pulling on his spider mask, “I’ll be back, promise.” He tells her shooting a web and diving off her balcony.

She rushes over to door and shouts after him, “You better come back!”

She sees him wave back to her before he’s gone from her sight. She sighs and fidgets for a moment before walking back to her couch.

She opens her phone and starts shuffling through her music.

Hobie comes back to her flat, tired and with a sore back. Upon entering he notices she’s laying on the couch. He tries to not make much noise and peaks over the couch to see her passed out, phone in hand and music softly playing.

He gives a soft snort and gently pries her phone from her hands. He opens it and sees she’s been meticulously crafting her portion of their shared mixtape. He grins to himself and starts the playlist from the start. He’s too enamored by the thought of her sitting here the whole time fussing over what songs she was going to pick, it has him grinning from ear to ear.

He sits and listens to the playlist in order, it only take around forty minutes, give or take. He sits on the edge of the couch running his hand lazily through MJ’s hair, she doesn’t move except to turn over once.

She’s a deep sleeper and he’s thankful for that right now. He’s crafting his half of the mixtape as the music pours from her speakers. He’s jotting them down in his head. It’ll be a pleasant surprise when she finds it.

Once he’s done listening he takes her phone and adds his own half. Some songs are easy to add, others he had to think on a little bit. One just makes him chuckle a bit and he doesn’t hesitate to add it.

He finishes adding his half and looks over it, checking it one last time to see if he wanted to make any changes.

He nods to himself and sets her phone down. He looks over to MJ on the couch and decides she should probably be in her bed, it was late.

He picks her up gently, nestling her in his arms. She makes a small noise but doesn’t wake up. She squirms for a moment pressing her face into his chest, searching for his warmth. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead and walks her to her room.

He lays her down and she rolls off of him easier than normal. She sighs and nuzzles into her pillow, getting more comfortable.

He covers his face turning away for a moment, finding the moment too sweet. He leaves her room and goes to take a shower. He knew he was going to stay at her place the moment they were lounging around all day. Her flat was just so comfortable…she was comfortable.

When MJ wakes up she’s in her bed and she feels strong arms around her waist. She turns to look over her shoulder and sees Hobie pressed against her. He’s wide awake and grins as he sees her looking at him sleepily.

“G’mornin’ sunshine.” He murmurs.

“What time is it?” She asks, her words slurring together groggily.

“Probably around one in the morning. Maybe later?” He whispers to her.

She sighs and nods her head. She wiggles herself so she’s facing him and wraps her arms around his waist bringing him closer to her. She shoves her face into his chest and mumbles something under her breath.

“What was that?” He asks amused.

She mumbles again, voice still too low and words mushed together for him to know.

“Missed you.” She says more clearly, looking up at him, face red.

He grins and moves one hand to pinch her cheek. “That’s cute, say it again.” He teases.

She groans and puts her face back into his chest, “Not happening.”

“Aww c’mon? You’re so cute when you get like this.” He grips onto her waist and rolls them so he’s on top of her. He looks down at her, with an amused smirk.

Her face is flushed as she looks up at him. “Stoooooop you’re so-” she rolls her eyes.

“So charming? Funny? Delightful?” He lists off with a chuckle.

She groans, “More like annoying.” She replies.

“Ouch!” He holds his hand over his heart in fake pain. He drops his weight onto her pinning her in place. “Ya wound me! My ego, it’s crushed!” he groans in pain.

She’s laughing but also shoving him off of her, “You’re the one who’s crushing me!”

“Guess I’ll just delete my half of the mixtape then, if I’m so annoying.” He goads grabbing for her phone.

She sits up and snatches it away from him. “What?! You added to it?” She’s immediately opening up her music and looking through what he’s added.

He’s smiling at her and shrugs his shoulders, “Ya had it open when you passed out.”

She whips her head to look at him, “Did you listen to it?” her eyes are wide as she looks at him, almost embarrassed.

He scratches the back of his head, “I did, couldn’t resist.” He leans forward to look at her closer, “Came back and you were napping phone in hand, music playin’… All I could see was your scrunched-up face trying to find the perfect songs.” He grins cheekily at her.

She shoves his shoulder lightly. “Can we listen to it together?” She asks softly.

He throws his head back and groans playfully. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her back down to lay in the bed. Nuzzling his face into her neck.

“So cute…” He mumbles into her. His breath fanning her neck, sending a shiver down her back.

“Hobie…” She drags out his name, almost in warning.

He hums and peaks up at her, “You’re just so cute, can’t help it.” He presses a kiss to her neck.

He pulls back and plucks the phone from her hand and presses play on the playlist. He moves her phone to her bedside table and drags her under the covers with him to snuggle. He slots his head back against her neck, arms clinging tightly to her waist. She in turn wraps her arms him and interweaves their legs together into a knot of limbs. Their breathing evening out as they listen to the music together.

They fall asleep to sound of each other’s hearts and shared songs.

Spotify Playlists can be found here: Mariana / Hobie

Please do not come for the music choices I made, I spent way to long on them and I stand by them. I will not take criticism on this, I will cry. I will add art to them later, but collectively this is about an hour of music.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

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hii can you do where reader comes back home crying because of people at work making fun of her and saying bad stuff about her relationship with ney

of course lovely :)) thank you so much for your request !! I’m not sure if by “people at work” you meant her co-workers or customers but I just made it where the customers were being rude.

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consequences / neymar jr

pairing : neymar x reader

When I said yes to Neymar after he asked me be his girlfriend , I didn’t realize all the criticism it would come with.

We met at my job - a jewelry store. He had went in looking to buy a birthday gift for his mom , I just happened to be the only available employee.

I didn’t know who he was at first , until after he had asked for my number and left. My co-worker basically screamed once I told her and she revealed to me who he was.

And after that everything was history between us. He was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for , the best partner I could ever have.

He had his own way of loving , and it’s one of the main things that made fall for him so quickly.

He’s easily a charmer.

On our first couple of dates he would always surprise me with small gestures - flowers , books that I had mentioned I wanted, small jewelry pieces , and much more.

I would always protest and insist how he didn’t have to buy me any of that stuff - that those weren’t the reasons why I accepted to going out with him but he would always brush me off , saying how he wanted to give me all these things.

He showers me with compliments any chance he gets , making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I also deeply enjoy his touchy side. Kisses everywhere - no matter where we are or what we’re doing. His hands somewhere on me at all times when we were together. He claims he can’t sleep properly through the night if I’m not there next to him - or wrapped in his arms.

But all that aside - he’s very attentive to me and my feelings.

He always makes my feelings valid , he always insists on talking everything out with me. I don’t think there was ever a time where he’s been unthoughtful towards me.

I was iffy at first - to open up to him about everything but he made me feel so welcome in his embrace , and I easily was able to tell him anything that would be wrong with me.

But today - that all changed. I had never dealt with hatred towards me like this before.

When me and Ney started our relationship I made it clear to him I still wanted to have a normal life - I didn’t want him to expose me to the media.

Sure he would post pictures of us , but none ever showing my face.

We thought we were safe up until 2 weeks ago when the paparazzi took a clear picture of me and ney outside his house.

I tried covering my face once I noticed the paparazzi but it was too late.

The media soon found out who I was through Neymars following - I made the stupid decision of not making my account private.

My co-worker had tagged me in a photo of a work party we had - also tagging the location. I’m guessing that’s how Ney’s die hard fans found my job.

Every day since then it was a lot more busy , people specifically requesting me to take their orders.

When the pictures got out to the public , Ney insisted I quit my job and just let him work for the both us - something he’s been trying to make me do for moths.

But me being me - I told him nothing about his fans going to my job and acted as if the paparazzi spotting us changed nothing in my life.

I now realize that was a stupid mistake.

Earlier today I was helping two girls who had walked in and came straight to me for assistance. One blonde and another brunette , both seeming to be around 16 or 17.

It was all going swell until the questions started.

“So Y/N - how did you manage to snatch Neymar all for yourself ?” The brunette asks.

“I don’t discuss my personal life with customers.” I tried to remain as calm as possible , giving them a small fake smile. This was the first time anyone had actually mentioned our relationship to me.

The brunette looks at her friend , turns back to me and laughs.

“No seriously - are you like a you know service girl of some sorts ?” The blonde asks me now, whispering the last part.

Is this what people think of me?

“Excuse me? I am not!” I fight back , trying to hold back any tears. I have no idea what to do or say.

“Come on , Neymar couldn’t have seriously chosen you for no reason - I mean just look at you. You don’t have much to offer.” The blonde continues , her eyes raking down my figure , gaze filled with disgust.

I shamefully look down. My hands start to shake and no words come out of my mouth.

The girls start to snicker to each other. I can’t make out all the words that their saying because of their low tone but I do hear the words -

“If I knew Neymar went for the first hooker he saw on the street I’d been on that street months ago.”

“Security ! Please escort there two girls out.” I finally get the courage to speak.

“What ? We haven’t done anything! We’re simply shopping for a pair of earrings.” The blonde says , putting on a fake voice.

I look up at our security - Marcus , me and him get along very well and he’s been very aware of all the fans coming in and out of the store.

I mouth a “please” to him , just wanting these girls gone as soon as possible.

“Ladies please do not make me drag you out of the store. The exit is that way.” Marcus firmly says.

The two girls look at me and roll their eyes before walking out of the store.

I grab all of my stuff from the back room and clock out , not caring to warn anyone about me leaving.

I get into my car and rush home. As soon as I step into the house I burst into tears , letting myself fall on the floor.

When I left the store I didn’t even check the time - 5 pm.

The exact time Neymar gets home from practice.

My mind was so fogged with everything that had just occurred I didn’t even have time to notice Neymar on the couch.

His eyes look up and meet mine. He rushes up off the couch and comes to my side.

“Amor what’s wrong ? Por que minha linda garota está chorando?” He softly says holding me in his arms. [why is my pretty girl crying ?]

I’m so dumb. I should have went to my friends house or something instead of coming here. The last thing I wanted was to tell Neymar about the humiliating things they told me at work.

I bring my hands up to my face and wipe my tears off , trying to get out of his tight grasp.

“It’s nothing Ney , I’m fine.”

“Y/N everything is obviously not fine. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what is wrong.”

“I’m serious querido , everything is fine.” I try to get the words out and put a smile on my face but my tears betray me.

My thoughts going back to what those girls said of me , making me cry ever harder.

“Look at me” he whispers.

I look up into his eyes , my vision blurry with tears.

“Take your time amor. I’ll wait here for you to tell me what is wrong , you know I am always here for you. What ever it is you are going thru I won’t leave your side.”

He won’t budge , and it’s no use to keep it in , im sure those girls will upload the conversation we had to the media and Ney will find out one way or another.

“These - these -” I try to get out but more tears end up falling.

“Breathe amor breathe , I’m here for you , I’m right here.” He whispers , kissing my temple.

I take in a deep breath and finally calm myself. Ready to tell Neymar everything that had been happening.

“Ever since the pictures got leaked there’s been more and more customers coming into the store , specifically requesting me to take their orders - I’m sure you can figure out why. Everything was fine tho , no one asked any questions just eyed me a lot and looked very excited to be assisted by me. Until today - these two girls came in and told me the most horrible things.”

I can tell he’s bothered by me not telling him about the customers coming in but I continue before he has a chance to scold me about that.

“They asked me -”

“God. They asked me if I was your whore. They said I had to be a worker in that department of some sort because there’s no way you’d choose me out of thousands of girls.”

“Y/N -”

“Before you get mad at me for not telling you about all the people coming into my job , I’m sorry I really am - I should have spoked up earlier. I now see you are right about the whole quitting my job thing.”

“Meu amor I could never be mad at you , specially over something like that.” He begins

“What those girls said is no where near true and we both know it. You know why I chose you-”

“Do I really know why tho? Why did you chose me Neymar? You could have any woman you want.” I interrupt , a wave of insecurity going over me.

He drops his arms from around me and helps me to stand up , walking me over to the couch. He sits down and grabs my arms causing me to straddle his lap ,bringing one of his hands up to the side of my neck and letting the other rest on the outside of my thigh. Reaching up he gives my forehead , cheeks , and lips a small kiss before speaking -

“I chose you because when I walked into that jewelry store my eyes went straight to you. I could not take my mind off of you for the next week after that. I had to make you mines. I found any stupid excuse to go back there and just speak to you.”

“You have changed my life im so many unexplainable ways Y/N. There’s no other woman that I could ever dream of when I have you right here - all for me. You are the light of my life. I love and adore every single thing about you , you have bewitched me mind and soul.”

“I like to believe you were made just for me because there is no other woman on this earth that can make me go crazy like you. I will continue to show you-”

He leans forward laying gentle kisses on my neck.

“Every single day-”

His hand on my thigh starts slowly finding its way to my clothed center.

All my thoughts from what those girls told me earlier completely vanished , my focus now being on Neymar’s words and his hands making every inch of my body hot with desire.

I can tell he’s doing this to take my mind off things and it’s definitely working.

“That you are -”

I can feel his hard on under me so I decide to move forward - just a bit to tease him.

“The most utterly breathtaking-”

His hand at my neck now making its way to my behind , giving it a tight squeeze , causing me to roll my hips forward onto him again.

“And perfect woman for me.”

His face comes up from my neck before he smashes his lips on mine , i kiss him back immediately with everything in me.

I pull away to look him in the eyes and wrap my hands around his neck.

“I’m tired of us hiding linda. Eu te amo , e você merece ser mostrada como a beleza que você é.” [I love you and you deserve to be shown of like the beauty you are]

“Eu te amo mais.” I say back pecking his lips.

“And okay amor you win. But I’m really going to miss our privacy time together.” I add.

His hand leaves my center and comes up to my behind , giving me a squeeze before picking me up , causing me to squeal.

“We can have privacy time all the time princesa, just give me a heads up , the answer is always yes.” He says smirking before carrying me up the stairs while ripping off all my clothes.

“You’re crazy Ney.”

“Only for you meu amor.”

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a/n : okay first off - i had to use the pride and prejudice quote i just had to. i know it’s definitely not something ney would say but this is all fiction so let’s imagine like he would lolll.

also i feel like i drag out these imagines a little too long or i go a lot into detail , that’s how i like my writing but if you guys do feel like their a bit long please let me know and ill make them short or if you guys enjoy them this length or even want them longer please let me know.

finally thank you again for who ever sent in this request i really appreciate you taking interest in my writing and thank you guys so much for 100 followers ♡

[vibratingskull]

Inconsolable

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32

Tags : physical therapy, self-doubt, Thrawn POV, reader is disabled

It's the aftermath of your hot and heavy evening and you want only one thing : your boyfriend affection and love again

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You shiver. 

Why are you so cold? 

You roll in the hope of finding Thrawn’s warm presence and… fall off the bed entirely.  

You rise trying to get up with your dignity and look at the empty bed. Thrawn is awake already. That’s the moment your alarm clock decides to start screaming in your ears. You turn it off with a growl. 

You purse your lips. 

Why didn’t he stay with you? You loved waking up in his arms, looking at his peaceful face observing you lovingly. You took care of taking out some covers for him to be more at ease… 

You enter the bathroom and put on your makeup. No need for Thrawn to see your ugly ‘right-off-the-bed’ face. You apply your cream and powder conscientiously, hiding all of your defaults and exalt your gaze with some discreet eyeliner. 

You have to be beautiful for your man after all. You sniff, thinking back at your mother's comments about how you’d need good makeup techniques with a face like yours... 

You don’t know Thrawn’s preferences for your makeup yet so you choose a natural look. 

You yawn passing on your gown and enter the kitchen to find him, deeply focused on his caff cup between his hands, like he’s lost in his thoughts.  

You creep behind him, ready to jump on his back and steal a kiss, remembering yesterday’s... passionate evening. 

“I know you are behind me.” He says almost uninterested. 

Crap. 

“Will I ever be able to surprise you one day?” You embrace him and kiss his cheek from his back. 

Did he shudder? 

You take his chin to tilt it towards you and meet his lips but he gets ahead of you and kisses your cheek swiftly. He gets out of your hug and finishes his cup, laying against the counter. You’re left arms empty.  

“I made hot caff for you.” He says lowly. 

“Oh thank you! I will need it this morning!” You pour yourself a cup and sit down. 

You look at him and smile, devouring him with your eyes.  

He’s so handsome… 

He’s so intelligent. 

He’s so gentle. 

You giggle to yourself, nose in your cup. 

“I’ll be absent this morning.” You warn. 

“I know, you have a session at the hospital for your legs.” Thrawn tonelessly completes, “I am coming with you.” 

“Oh… Really? You’re not obligated to, you know. I can go by myself.” 

“I am coming.” He closes the conversation, leaving his cup in the sink and heading to the shower. 

You look at the closed door, speechless. Is it you, or was that conversation… quite cold? 

He’s usually warmer and more touchy, holding you close, peppering kisses… He hardly looked in your direction. 

You sip on your cup with little sips, head fuming with thoughts. 

Yesterday he refused to sleep with you and this morning he didn’t bless you with a single glance. 

What did you do? 

Did you anger him when you received meat at the table? Was he embarrassed by your reaction? Did you displease him in another way you can’t recall? 

Did you… 

“I am ready.” Thrawn exits the room, rubbing his hair in a towel, already dressed. 

He opted for white pants and his black tank top that he usually wears under his Grand Admiral jacket but took a simple, anonymous white jacket you bought together to complete the look.  

“I’m almost done!” You quickly gulp down your caff, dress, finish your bag, and enter his speeder. 

He silently drives, but the silence is… heavy. You do not dare utter a word like he would explode in your face. Which is ludicrous, Thrawn is a model of patience. You slowly turn your head to observe him, his eyes focused on the road. 

“Say what you want to say.” He hits you with, not giving you a single side glance. 

“I… Why did you want to come with me today?” You try, forcing an innocent joyous tone out of your mouth. 

“I want to be present for your remission. Is it a problem?” Thrawn cuts dry. 

“No, no, no! Not at all!.” You immediately temper, “On the contrary, it pleases me. It’s just…” 

“It is just?” 

“Are you… feeling good?” 

“Yes. Why this question?” 

“Nothing… It’s just that… You’re usually more cuddly?”  

“Really? I did not notice.” 

“Like I said, it's good! Don’t worry, it’s probably just me…” You try not to rub him the wrong way. 

Maybe it really is just you. 

And like that, the conversation ends, with you having more questions than answers. You dig your nails into the fabric of your bag, remaining silent for the rest of the trip. 

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“Another lap.” The droid orders. 

Your mechanical legs have been readjusted and screwed tight and now you’re aimlessly walking in the gymnasium of the hospital. Those are your final sessions, you’re seeing the end of the tunnel. 

Thrawn is silent, standing next to the droid looking at you walking for a long hour, he occasionally takes your hand to walk with you and encourages you on the final meters of the lap. 

That’s when you notice something. 

“You are really warm.” You say looking up to him. 

“I am naturally warmer than humans.” He tells you, eyes fixed straight ahead. 

“No. You are really warm. Are you feeling well?” 

“I am good. We are here for you.” He shuts you down, letting your hand go. 

You take the stab. You almost want to stop dead in your tracks and demand explanations, but you are in the middle of a gymnasium with other patients, not the best place to start a heart-to-heart or an argument. 

You finish your lap alone, holding on the handrails. 

“Very good!” Praises the droid, “How about some running?” 

Arf! You hate running with those legs! 

And you hate to admit it but you lost a lot of your stamina during your remission. You didn’t have the occasion to follow your usual training routine and your records suffer from it. 

“Ready? Set! Go!” 

You sprint down the track as fast as you can, almost slipping when you reach the end and go the other way. You focus on your breathing and having spaced steps, you already entangled your legs and fell. It was painful enough, no need to do it again! 

“Good! Continue, another lap?” The droid encourages. 

You feel Thrawn gaze on you. 

And something tells you it is not praise he has in his eyes. 

“You are on good tracks! Your remission is complete!” The droid chants. 

You breathe deeply, hands on your knees, Thrawn takes a look at the timer, and his eye imperceptibly twitches. 

But you saw it. 

“You will need to resume your training.” He tells you. 

The tone is not angry or cold but detached like he doesn’t care. Aloof and distant. You raise your gaze to him, panting. 

“I was in bed for several months.” You remember him, drinking from your bottle. 

“Your results are not up to the Empire standards. You still have work ahead of you, we will need to take care of that.” 

You wince.  

Okay, okay, you know it, no need to drag you down. 

At least he said ‘we’... 

“Maybe it is a motivation problem?” The droïd shims in. “It is quite usual after several months of remission.” 

Thrawn looks at him with a raised eyebrow. If someone doesn’t have motivation problems it’s him, this is such a foreign concept for him it didn’t even cross his well-ordered mind. 

“Motivation, you say.” He’s dubious, “Do you think it would drastically change her results?” 

“Surely! Why not try to put yourself at the end of the tracks?” 

“Me?” He asks, even more dubious, “I hardly see how it would change anything.” 

“I saw children make immense progress trying to reach their parents. Reaching a loved one seems like a motivational factor for social beings.” 

“We can try.” You add. 

You’re sure you would run faster if you could throw yourself in Thrawn’s arms at the end of the lap! You had no hug yet today and you want some tenderness. But he doesn’t seem really convinced by the idea. His face is stern, as per usual, but he has this strange stiffness to him today. You thought training with him he would be more supportive of you and your progress but he barely spoke during your session, remaining behind. 

He looks at you in the eyes for a second before agreeing. 

“If you judge it will do good.” 

He’s not happy. 

At all! 

Behind his usual stern expression, you came to know the man and he is not pleased in the slightest... 

But he places himself at the end of the tracks nonetheless, you take your position and launch yourself forward. Your eyes don't leave him for a second, sprinting full speed towards him like a missile on its target. It is surprisingly easier to run with Thrawn’s embrace as a reward at the end of the track!  

He takes a step back to brace himself and you percute him full force with open arms and a laugh. You hug him tight, pressing your cheek against his broad, warm chest. He squeezes you lightly and detaches your arms from around him. You look at him walk away speechless, arms dangling. 

Is he downright avoiding you? 

He speaks to the droids about the timer while you look at him dumbfounded and frustrated. 

What did you do for fuck sake? 

The one thing you pick up on is that he is definitively hotter than usual. No question asked, you were right earlier. 

Is he sick? 

Maybe he has a fever… 

Maybe you shouldn’t try to impose yourself on him like that. 

“Your time is better.” He turns towards you, hands clasped behind his back like he is commanding the bridge. 

But he is not commanding a bridge, he is supposed to support you in your remission and be here for you. But you only received the cold shoulder this morning. 

Maybe he truly is sick… 

You lower your head a bit. 

“Good. That’s good news.” You placidly respond. 

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He sighs. 

He enters the stall and runs the cold water on his face. 

He is sweating despite not making a single notable effort. He has been sweating since yesterday, his body uncomfortably hot and… Tense. 

He already fought this urge before, so why is it so hard today? This primal urge exciting his instincts and reducing his body to a bundle of nerves, painful and irritating.  

He is a Chiss, a warrior, a trained man with a resolve rarely seen among other beings. 

So why? 

But maybe it all comes down to being a Chiss and all the benefits and downfalls of his species. It hurt so bad when your arms embraced him. And it hurt as bad if not more to reject you. A part of him hoped for you not to notice or give too much thought to his behavior, but you're not an idiot. You noticed, he knows you did. You know him better than everyone else. 

He saw the pain in your eyes when he evaded you, he didn’t miss the tension in your muscles when he escaped your grasp, the sadness in your tone when he didn’t humor you in a conversation. 

The water slowly warms up and he sighs, trying to calm down the palpitations of his heart. If only he had his medicine.  

But how could he have known? What were the odds? 

He steps up the shower and dresses back up still drenched. He hopes the cold of the water will soothe his pain.  

At least for a bit… 

He takes a deep breath and braces himself to join you again. 

May the Warrior be with him for this trial. 

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Chapter 17

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•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

A/N: Hey y’all ♡

I’m having horrible writers block. Some pieces aren’t fitting the way I wanted to so I can only do one chapter this week. I’ve decided that one Thursday every month I won’t post unless I’m itching to. My goal for that is to make sure I don’t catch up to my chapters I haven’t posted yet so I have something for y’all to read when I get stuck. Hopefully I get some creative juices in me soon cause there’s so much I have to still write about. I’m so excited for the third seal🫶🏼

Also! Shoutout to all y’all who binged the story recently. I loved seeing each part you were all at! It really helped me write some stuff for the current chapter I’m on. Love y’all’s support!!!!

(3-20-24)

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Levi's Perspective

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"Captain Levi"

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him—the man I despised more than any other. His once proud stature had been reduced to that of a broken man, shackled by his own demons and the weight of his crimes.

I met his gaze with a steely glare, his eyes held a feral intensity, worse from the last time I saw him.

"Alexander," I replied icily, keeping my tone devoid of emotion. His smile widened, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I was in town," I replied curtly. "Wanted to see how desperate and disgusting you looked after all these years."

His laughter echoed off the walls of the cell, a hollow sound that mixed together with the clinking of shackles on his limbs.

"Ah, Levi, always the charmer," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you miss me?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts.

"Careful now," I warned, forcing a smirk. "Wouldn't want to end up like last time."

But Alexander just laughed, reclining against the cold stone floor with a smug smirk.

"Oh Levi," he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're so quick to violence. Makes me wonder if above ground is really meant for someone like you."

"You're one to talk," I shot back, my voice laced with venom. "You grew up in the same filth I did."

But he just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls of the cell.

"You think we're the same, huh?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.

I took a step closer to him, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to suppress the rage bubbling beneath the surface.

"I might be a rat, but I'm not a shitbag like you," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Cut the shit and tell me— who's killing the Scouts again? Is it Carter? You calling the shots behind bars?"

But Alexander remained silent, his smug smirk never wavering as he watched my every move. I gritted my teeth in frustration, knowing that Erwin's orders bound my hands, preventing me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath upon him.

I pivoted on my heel to turn back but the echo of Alexander's voice pulled me back into the suffocating atmosphere of his cell.

"How's Iris?" he jeered, his grin twisting into a smirk that oozed malice. I shot him a withering glare, my fists clenching at my sides.

"You don't deserve to know a damn thing about her,"

His laughter grated on my nerves, a grating sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"Touchy, touchy," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.

"Let me ask you something though. Did you fuck her yet? Or is she still saving herself for marriage?"

"Shut your mouth, scum," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

But he just leaned against the cell bars, his smirk widening into a smirk.

"What's the matter, Captain? Can't handle a little banter?"

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot through the bars of his cell, seizing his collar with a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I yanked him towards me, his body slamming against the unforgiving iron bars.

I watched with grim satisfaction as his face contorted in pain, the metal pressing into his flesh. Yet, despite the agony etched across his features, he dared to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.

"I know she's in Wall Sina right now," Alexander choked out against my grip.

"Stay the fuck away," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, as I spat in his face, relishing the sight of my saliva trailing down his cheek.

His smirk widened into a grotesque grin, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a vulgar display. "It won't be me touching her," he taunted, his words a venomous echo in the dimly lit cell.

Disgust surged through me like a tidal wave, fueling the fury that burned within. The red haze descended over my vision, a veil of fury that clouded my senses and consumed my every thought. In that moment, rationality fled, leaving only raw, unbridled rage coursing through my veins.

This insolent little shit thought he could mock me, thought he could make light of the pain and suffering he'd caused. The audacity of it all ignited a firestorm within me, stoking the flames of my fury to new heights.

My elbow met his face with relentless force, each blow a symphony of vengeance echoing through the cold, stone halls of this damp dungeon. His anguished cries reverberated off the walls, a jarring agony that served as a grim will to his crimes.

I cared not for the ears that heard his pleas, nor for the consequences that may follow. All that mattered was the burning desire to see him suffer, to witness him endure the same torment he had so callously inflicted upon her.

The sight of blood streaming down his battered visage only fueled my resolve of the justice he so rightfully deserved. Though my pristine white shirt bore the stains of his punishment, I cared not for appearances. All that mattered was the relentless pursuit of retribution, a relentless storm of fury that showed no signs of abating.

His screams filled the air, a symphony of agony that still echoed through the darkness of the cell block. But even as the blood began to flow, I felt no satisfaction, no relief from the torment that gnawed at my soul.

I wanted him dead.

As I stood amidst the chaos, the echoes of my own name reverberated through the air, accompanied by the unwelcome touch of another's hands upon my person. My immediate response was sharp and unforgiving.

"Get the fuck off me," I growled, my voice cutting through the clamor as I forcefully shook off the unwanted contact, releasing my grip on Alexander and allowing him to crumple to the ground in a heap.

"We need a medic!"

The urgency in the interior police's voices only served to heighten the tension of the situation, their frantic shouts mingling with the sound of my own exasperated sigh.

"You got blood all over my sleeve," I muttered irritably, casting a disdainful glance at Alexander as I attempted to straighten out the mess he had caused.

Turning my attention to the trembling interior police, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience at their obvious unease. Rolling up my sleeves to conceal the bloodstains, I met their gaze with a cool and unwavering stare.

"His nose is broken. Might want to get that taken care of quickly or he might lose consciousness. Either way, I don't care," I stated bluntly, my words devoid of sympathy as I prepared to leave the scene behind me.

"Hey, you can't leave yet," one of the interior police protested, attempting to bar my path with a shaky hand.

"And why's that?" I countered, arching an eyebrow at the young officer before me, his nervous demeanor only serving to irritate me further.

"You need to fill out an incident report," he explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he attempted to assert his authority.

Glancing back at Alexander, who lay bloodied and battered on the floor, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

"Your incident report is barely breathing on the ground right now, I suggest you take care of it." I instructed calmly, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority in my tone.

The young man quivered before me, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my stare. With a muttered apology, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Smart choice."

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[spopsalt]

The ones I sent earlier I more or leas grouped by a theme of why I hate them. But I can’t really categorize them anymore. So I bring you…

More miscellaneous She-Ra pins I found while sorting through Pinterest that made me want to die and my commentary on them. Pt. 1

Idk if this is a joke about Catra hurting Adora, or a joke about Adora ‘letting’ Catra hurt her. Either way, I don’t like it. I really feel like this is another ‘Adora=Dumb’ jokes.

Congratulations, you found the only four frames of Adora smiling in this scene, amongst a sea of shots of her being visibly uncomfortable. Personally, I don’t see it as a smile, more of her trying to put on a brave or determined face. But you could also easily chalk these frames up to an animation error. Not that a C//A Stan would listen. You get the idea.

A lot of people say Catra is trying to make Adora jealous here. Nevermind the fact that both her and Catra are teens here, and Entrapta is in her late 20s/early 30s. Also, I find it odd how touchy Catra is and how much she manipulates Entrapta. If the ages were reversed, Catra would look like some sort of ephebophile or groomer. But Entrapta is the adult, and autistic. I’m not sure what that’s to imply. All I know is to me, it reads like a weird situation where the teen is being a predator to the adult, because the adult is autistic and therefore ‘younger’ than the teen. I’m not sure who wrote Catra and Entrapta’s interactions or if they realize how fucked up it is, least of all a show for kids. But suffice to say, I don’t like it.

This one is a fun little exception. I don’t hate the meme itself. But I do hate the fact that it’s right. 2018 Sea Hawk on his own is fine, but I’ll now and forever be slightly pissed off knowing that OG Sea Hawk was a badass, and now we have an arsonist who can’t take anything seriously and who’s only motivation for anything is Mermista. I’m not saying the new SH is bad, but I am saying the OG one is a million times better for numerous reasons.

Another case of sexualizing a minor. And would you look at that, it specifically says ‘small Adora’. Good God, they’re getting younger. I honestly can’t think of a better way they could indirectly say they’re doing this on purpose. It reminds me of that one episode of Helluva Boss at the summer camp, and how ‘Milard’ was being sent nudes despite people thinking it’s a tween they’re sending them to. The fact ‘Milard’ made the same meme face doesn’t help.

Wow. thay's a lot. For number 1: Adora literally looks terrified and uncomfortabe when Catra is attacking her??? She isn't thinking it's cute???

For number 2: She was smiling because she was playing along with Catra's act? You can tell that the smile is very forced, but noooo she secretly loved the dance despite the fact that she was visably uncomfortable.

For number 3: Again, like what you said this was in season 1, soooo Catra would been 17 while Entrapta was in her 30s...yikes. Also yeah Catra is wayyyy too touchy with Entrapta, like touching her hair and like leaning up against her and stuff like that...if the ages were reveresed, people wouldn't be thinking it's some cute thing

For number 4: I think this was a joke, but it still literally made me feel sick <3

[writerpey]

Cg!Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven & Regressor!John ‘Bucky’ Egan Headcanons

masters of the air was so good I had to write something for this pair. happy series finale, everyone! sad it’s over but so happy with the show, it totally blew my expectations out of the water. pls enjoy & request more of them if u want! & please be careful reading this if you’re sensitive to the topics of the show. take care of yourselves, everyone <3

John keeps his regression tucked away from the others at Thorpe Abbotts as a secret little part of himself that, before Gale found out about it, he wished he could drop straight out of a B-17. He tried to deal with things the way all his comrades did. He drank, slept around, got into fights with the British soldiers at the bar and placed bets on the Yankees against the Cubs. It just wasn’t enough. It felt close to enough when Gale would wrap a hand around the back of his neck and drag him away from a stupid midnight decision, or when he’d be drunk enough for Gale to walk him to his bunk and help him tug off his boots with a familiar sigh.

Gale could tell when John was close to a breaking point, when his best friend was itching at his own skin and antsy to get in a plane and out of one at the same time. He knew something was different about John, especially when it would get late and John’s eyes would glaze over and he would refuse to leave Gale’s side. Gale had an inkling that sometimes John acted out just to get his attention. And when Meatball would run over John would gasp happily, the joy of a little boy emanating from his excitement.

Gale climbed out of bed one night after seeing John’s was empty, throwing on his jacket and stepping outside. Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, John was sniffling, hands rubbing at his eyes and shoulders shaking.

“Bucky? What’s goin’ on?” Gale questioned gently, concerned for his friend and ready to take any step necessary to comfort John.

John was terribly embarrassed that night. Sniffled and cried and blubbered unintelligibly to Gale about a fog in his brain that wouldn’t go away until he felt like a kid again. That Gale made it worse, but better, and he was so fucked in the head for being like this and—

Gale stopped John’s negativity in an instant. “Bucky. It’s okay. I’m here for you. You know that, I know that. That’s all that matters.”

The pair fell into step with one another with the ease expected for two soulmates. It took a lot of coaxing from Gale to get John to not only tell him when he was feeling small, but to encourage him to regress more often to avoid all the bad decisions that came with John not dealing with war trauma properly.

John had come back to his bunk one night with a bleeding nose from an escapade in town, and the lecture he got from Gale was enough to make him regress instantly. He looked up at Gale with big, apologetic eyes while Gale’s steady hands wiped away the blood under his nose with a damp rag. “Sorry, Buck. Shouldn’t have been bad.”

As a caregiver, Gale is very accustomed to John’s needs and loves to dote on him, though he’s never afraid to pull rank on the other. His stern tone carries an air of disappointment to John when it’s necessary, which serves to make John regress fairly easily.

John has a lot of energy when he’s small, well-rested, and knows his group isn’t going to be called on mission for a couple of days. He’ll tear around base on his bike and steal extra eggs from Lemmons at breakfast, play fight with Gale and beg Curt, Rosie and Croz to play a game of baseball together. He’s at his happiest when he can be as carefree as he wants while everyone except Gale has no idea he feels small.

Gale has to work hard to reign in John on those kinds of days. “Bucky, no. You can’t take without asking. I don’t wanna hear that you’re hungry. You ate a dozen eggs.”

John is a super touchy person in general, and when he’s small he’ll literally hang off whatever part of Gale he can get a hand on. Throwing himself over Gale’s shoulders at mealtimes. Clutching the back of Gale’s jacket while running away from Curt. Trying to stick his finger up Gale’s nose for no apparent reason. He likes to annoy Gale, a little shit-disturber at heart.

On harder days for John, fresh off a mission, he gets far more needy. Gale’s heart always breaks in his chest when he wakes up to John making small noises of distress in the night. He often wakes him up with soft shushing and his hand stroking through John’s dark curls. “Just a dream, Bucky. I got you.” Gale whispers, even while knowing that truly, they lived out their nightmares. But the deep timbre of Gale’s voice and his steadying presence always soothes John, who often stretches his arms out to be pulled into Gale’s lap.

Gale really likes when John is especially small. He flushed red the first time he asked John if “maybe, you would let me read you a story?” Gale loves the quiet, intimate moments they get to have together, tucked up in a B-17 with The Hobbit in hand and the sun setting, whisked away to another world even just for a few moments. He feels untouchable with John’s head under his chin and the sound of Lemmons tapping away under the hull of the plane.

When it comes to nicknames, Gale isn’t the most creative person in the world. And quite frankly, if he even dared to call John something too sappy, John would explode from embarrassment. So Gale sticks to Bucky most of the time, but Johnny also made its way into his vocabulary. John’s ears go red and he grins very, very widely when Gale taps him under the chin with a gentle utterance of “Good Johnny.”

John calls Gale a plethora of names. They range from Buck to old man to a very shy Papa, only when John is super small and feeling especially brave. It makes Gale cover his face in kisses.

All in all, Gale is an attentive, kind, thoughtful caregiver who is stern when he needs go be with the little rascal that John is. And John is a fireball when regressed, but in desperate need of the care that Gale is always, always willing to give him.

<3

[praline-elegy]

Sry I’m new to this fandom (fence) rly but I have a few of these:

#4-Kyle

#6-Harvard

#7-Thomas

#9-Nate

#10-Jesse

#11-Sungchul

#12-Marcel

#16&17-Scott

#20-Nicholas with seiji

Anon is requesting headcanons from this prompt meme.

4 - Driving: Kyle crosses me as the kind of person to be cocky and for good reason. I think he’d get his driver’s license as soon as he turned 16 and actually be a good driver. I could also see him as the type to test well when getting his learner’s permit, but suddenly be faced with the reality of how scary driving is once he’s behind the wheel. So he’d either be one of the first or very last out of his friends to get his driver’s license (but still first for the learner’s permit).

6 - Hugging: Harvard crosses me as either really awkward or really generous with hugs. Perhaps generous with friends and awkward with acquaintances? With arms like that there’s no way he wouldn’t give a great hug, but whether he likes to give them really defines the quality of the embrace.

7 - Kissing: I think Thomas would be shy with romantic pda but would be all for it if it was familial (parents or his brother Aster kissing his cheek or forehead). In private, I think he’d love kissing to an embarrassing degree, to the point that he’d turn pink if he got walked in on, even if nothing below the belt was happening. A very shy kiss-fiend if you will.

9 - General physical contact: Nate is a very friendly character, so I think that his welcoming nature translates to his touch. He’s very comfortable with casual physical intimacy. Because of that, I think Nate could get away with being touchy-feely with people he has a crush on (but whether he’s brave enough to is another question). I also think that he suffers a facet of “nice-to-everyone” syndrome, where he’s so casually physical with everyone, the person he crushes on won’t notice the difference because “Nate does this with everyone.”

10 - General physical appearance: Jesse’s aware that he’s conventionally attractive. He knows it and he lives it. He likes his blonde hair and blue eyes, but sometimes he wonders what he’d look like with more of his mom’s features. Everyone tells him that he looks like a copy + paste of his father when Robert was his age, and at first he reveled in that knowledge, but as he got older he felt a bit confined in that image. He’s probably considered dying his hair to match his mom’s in the past, but never quite went through with it. There’s a box of brown dye sitting in the back of his closet that he bought when he was 15. He’s either never told anyone this, or only told Seiji this.

11 - Wardrobe: While I love Sungchul, I don’t have any concrete opinions about his wardrobe. He probably owns a bunch of good quality basics (like egyptian cotton or pure cashmere) and the only graphic tees that he owns are from Halverton or ones that he’s received from participating in sporting events.

12 - Jewelry: I don’t really think about Marcel too much to have thought about it, but he either crosses me as someone who doesn’t wear any, or wears a couple of rings on his fingers.

16 - Anger: Scott’s a very friendly kind of guy so I imagine he’d be the type to have a simmering kind of anger. The quiet kind that doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s really bad. Scott’s emotions often turn to exasperation or frustration rather than anger, so most of his friends (except a select few) have ever seen him mad, and when he is, he’s furious.

17 - Soft spot: Scott has a soft spot for cats. There’s an outdoor cat that often visits his house and Scott has a dedicated pile of cat treats in his pantry for her. He turns into pudding when it comes to her. She hopped onto his back and laid there once while he was doing push-ups and he Did Not Move until she got off (luckily Scott was already laying prone on the ground, otherwise planking for more than two minutes would’ve been miserable). (He’s also pudding for his crush/boyfriend, but I’d also argue that anyone would be soft for the people they love).

20 - Nicholas’ relationship with Seiji: I like to headcanon that Nicholas is touch-starved and the moment that Seiji finds out, he tries to touch Nicholas more often in meaningful ways. A squeeze of the bicep for comfort, shoulders pressing together to acknowledge the other’s presence, massaging the cramp out of Nicholas’ hand after fencing, and then lingering there after the ache is gone. Intimacy in small gentle touches.

[concernedbrownbread]

Several weeks after Father became Firelord, Uncle Iroh deigned to show up at the Caldera. His usually jovial attitude had become subdued and the air of grief hanging over him redirected the flow of the Palace around him. 

It didn’t deter Azula.

Father had taken to making Zuko sit in on meetings and stay at his side, leaving Azula to be bored out of her mind. It was inevitable she found herself barreling into her uncle’s room.

“Be nice,” Zuko had said, “He’s probably still sad ‘cause Lu Ten’s dead.”

“But he abandoned his campaign! Everyone says he’s a coward,” Azula had complained, “If I were him I’d crush Ba Sing Se!”

Zuko had nibbled on his lower lip, “Well … everyone is different when they’re sad.”

Dum-dum hadn’t even sounded too sure himself, but with Mother gone Azula supposed someone had to be the touchy-feely one. Between fits of blankness of course. But he’d asked, so Azula would try to be nice. Making Zuko upset was always annoying.

(If he could get angry at all anymore, Azula mused distantly, because at seven she hadn’t known how quickly his brother was slipping.)

Uncle was drinking tea when she arrived, writing something down. A reply to someone, Azula noted, before Iroh sweeped it into his desk.

“Young niece!” he exclaimed happily, dark bags under his eyes and his age for once showing, “How nice of you to visit an old man.”

Azula harrumphed. “Where have you been?” she demanded to know.

“Ah,” his eyes softened, something almost content coming across his features, “I have been on a spiritual journey. Which reminds me, my dear, I have bought you a gift!”

“It better not be a doll,” Azula grumbled, “I don’t like dolls.”

Uncle paused from where he was, pulling something out of his drawer, “I thought all little girls liked dolls.”

“I’m not just any little girl!”

Uncle laughed, a warm, rolling sound that made Azula feel something fuzzy in her chest. The somber shadow around him seemed to clear for a moment, and she saw a glimpse of her old Uncle. 

See, she thought triumphantly, I’m being nice!

“That you are not,” Uncle admitted, “Have you ever played pai sho?”

Azula immediately perked up, “I used to, with Mom, ‘cause Zuko is terrible at everything. But I always lose.”

“All things are difficult before they are easy,” Uncle said sagely, “How about some tea while I set up your board?”

They spend that afternoon, and many afternoons after that, playing pai sho.

They never talked about Lu Ten.

-Work in Progress for Lily White, Poppy Red (Ch 17). Please stand by.

UPDATE

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

17 - We’re Trapped in a World

cw: use of deadname, misuse of pronouns, use of f slur, use of t slur, mentions of cheating, [verbal] domestic dispute, threats of divorce

Year: 1993

“Steve, please, for the love of god, turn this off,” Eddie huffed.

“What? It’s just music.”

“ABBA isn’t music!”

“You dillweed, yes it is! Back me up here, Bobbs.”

“I like it,” She shrugged from her car seat.

“Of course the hell spawn takes your side with ABBA. Ugh, what a disappointing day.”

“Sorry, papa,” Bobby pouted.

“I’m only teasing, bug. Listen to whatever you want—as long as it makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

“How come the same logic doesn’t apply to me?” Steve asked.

“Because you didn’t come out of me—you don’t get the free pass.”

“I feel like since I didn’t come out of you I should get the free pass.”

“You put her in me—all your free passes are gone, Harrington.”

“Whatever, ABBA stays on.”

Steve turned up the volume as he spoke, making Eddie cringe in his seat. If the pair were still dating, or just didn’t have a child, he would’ve turned it off, smashed the tape, and chucked it out of the window.

But, alas, Bobby was bopping her head along in the backseat. Eddie would be damned if he turned off the music she liked.

The family pulled into the grocery store as the song ended. Eddie thanked all the gods he didn’t believe in and started collecting their belongings—Steve grabbed Bobby as he grabbed their reusable bags. Bobby was hiked up onto Steve’s hip, clutching at the collar of his polo shirt. As the family walked through the threshold of the store, ABBA’s Voulez-Vous was blaring over the speakers.

Steve smirked at his husband as Eddie blatantly ignored him, grabbing the shopping cart. Steve walked ahead of him with Bobby still on his hip—he was prancing around the aisles, bouncing the little one up and down to the beat.

“Voulez-Vous, aha!” Steve sang, bouncing the toddler up and down with each aha.

Bobby giggled giddily as her father used her as a pawn to taunt her other dad. Eddie started walking ahead of Steve, trying to save himself some embarrassment, but it was no use. Steve continued pestering his husband until the song died out over the speakers. Another pop song began to play, and Eddie just tried to tune it out.

“Okay, I can take produce through soda and you can do soda through freezer section?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, we can do that. Bobbs, do you wanna stay with me or go in the cart with papa?”

“Stay with you,” she pouted. “Sorry, papa, I don’t wike the cart.”

“It’s okay, bug, I understand. No hard feelings. We’ll meet back near the Coke, okay?”

“Sounds good. Come on, bug.”

And with that, the pair split up to complete their shopping list. When Eddie was making his way up his last aisle, before reconvening with Steve, someone accidentally rammed into him with with cart.

“Jesus– watch where you’re going!” he scoffed.

“Sorry, sor… holy shit…” the guy smirked. “Eden Munson?”

“Huh?” Eddie quirked a brow. “Do I know you?”

“Billy… Billy Hargrove. We went to school together.”

“Oh, right. Hi.”

“You look well.”

“Because I am.”

“You seeing anyone these days?”

“Uh, yeah? My husband?”

“Huh, no shit. How long have you been married?”

“We just celebrated our five year.”

“I’m sure Harrington’s kicking himself,” he chortled.

“Why do you say that?”

“His high school crush moved on and is married? I didn’t even date you and I’m upset. Even if you did get rid of your best asset,” he tutted his tongue. “What happened, by the way?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Your chest, Munson– or Missus, whatever. It’s like they vanished into thin air.”

“Are you dumb or just plain stupid?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m a dude, Hargrove. Of fucking course they’re gone.”

“Shit… Harrington dodged a bullet, I guess.”

“What’s with your obsession with Harrington, hmm? Because every fucking interaction we’ve ever had has seemed to be centered around him.”

“Awe, Munson, is it a touchy subject? Is he the one that left you?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffed. “What is it with your obsession with him? Is he the one that got away?” Eddie spat.

Billy’s face fell, brows knitted together, tears brimming at his eyes. He grabbed Eddie by the collar and shoved him into the closest shelf—Eddie gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him.

“Who fucking told you?” Billy grit his teeth. “He said he’d never breathe a fucking word to anyone.”

“You fucked my husband‽” Eddie choked out.

“Husband‽”

“Yeah, husband. Answer the question, Hargrove.”

“I don’t need to answer to some tranny faggot bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Eddie sneered.

“Oh, you heard me loud and clear, Munson.”

“It’s Harrington, you jealous fucking bitch.”

“Oh, you are so dead, Mun–”

“Ed?” Steve whispered, setting Bobby down—the toddler ran herself over to Eddie, tugging on his pants to be picked up. “I leave you alone for twenty minutes and you nearly go and get yourself killed. Bobby, come here, please.”

“But papa!”

“And I don’t know what in god’s name he’s doing, but I don’t want you getting hurt. Come here, please.”

“Papa?” Billy whispered, letting go of his shirt. “You’re a mom?”

“God, you’re an idiot. No, I’m a dad. Come here, Bobbs. Papa’s okay.”

He crouched down, arms wide open, and waited for his daughter to run into them. As she tore away from Steve’s hand, she giggled as she crashed into Eddie, making him tumble to the ground.

“Dear lord, you’re gonna be the death of me, Bee,” Eddie chuckled. “I think you were just leaving, Hargrove.”

“Yeah… I think I was…” He stepped by Eddie and Bobby on the floor, making his way over the Steve. He cocked his head to the side and plastered a shit-eating grin across his face. “Good to see you again, Steve. Next time you should tell a fling you’re married.”

He pinched Steve’s cheek before heading towards the registers. Eddie held his daughter close, steam visibly shooting from his nostrils and ears. Steve screwed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, before heading over to help his husband up from the floor.

“Don’t touch me,” Eddie growled. “Let’s just finished our list and go.”

“Ed–”

“I don’t wanna hear it right now, Steve.”

“Nothing happened!”

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” he snarled. “How was shopping with daddy outside the cart, huh, bug?”

Eddie threw the last few remaining items into the cart, ignoring Steve the entire time. Not wanting to cause a scene in public, or in front of their daughter, he waited until they were home (and after Bobby was put down for her nap). It wasn’t until the couple was unloading the groceries in the kitchen when Eddie exploded.

“What the fuck happened, Steve?”

“Ed, please–”

“I asked you years ago why anyone would hate you. Why didn’t you fucking tell me he was an ex of yours!”

“Because I didn’t think it was pertinent!” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “He also didn’t want me telling people. I was out, he wasn’t—hell, he still isn’t!”

“And how would you know, Steve? Do you just keep tabs on all your ex’s?”

“No, why would I? The only one I know anything about is Nance, but she doesn’t even count! Why are you even so worked up about this, Ed? I chose you. I married you. I had a child with you. He was a dick anyways! It wouldn’t have worked out.”

“It’s not what you did, Steve, it’s what he said.”

“What did he say?” Eddie scoffed and started throwing random things into the pantry. “Ed!”

“Next time you should tell a fling you’re married…”

“Oh my god, you don’t actually think I’ve slept with him since we’ve been together, do you?” Eddie shrugged. “Ed, when have I ever given you a reason to not trust me? Hmm? I love you. I love Bobby. I love our life. I would never be so fucking stupid to throw it all away—especially on an asshole like him.”

“Then why’d he say it, Steve?” Eddie cried.

“Eddie…”

Steve’s heart broke for his husband. He walked over to him and tried wrapping him in a warm embrace, but Eddie kept shooing him away. Steve, however, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He forced his husband into a tight hug where he fell apart in Steve’s arms, sobbing hysterically.

“I love you…” Steve whispered. “I could never leave you. I can’t lose you, Eds.”

“Why’d he say it, Steve?” Eddie continued weeping.

“Because… shit…”

“What?” Eddie sniffed.

“Back when you were pregnant with Bobby, we saw each other at a bar and started talking. You know, catching up, and…”

“And?”

“He made a move on me, Eddie. It wasn’t anything huge, but I was drunk and didn’t stop it right away. I’m sorry…” Eddie’s eyes widened, tears staining his face, jaw hung slack. “Eds?”

“While I was fucking pregnant…”

“Eddie, it was an accident. It literally meant nothing!”

“No, if it meant nothing you would’ve told me about it as soon as you got home! Not five fucking years later!” Eddie broke away from Steve and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Eddie, I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to freak out. You were hormonal and I didn’t want you putting stress on yourself or Bee!”

“Oh, how considerate of you! I think I’m falling in love all over again!” Eddie spat.

“Eddie, it was a drunken mistake, five–”

“What did you two do?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, you heard me.” Steve bit his lip and sighed, staring up at the ceiling to keep his tears in. “Steven!”

“I love you.”

“Steve!”

“Please don’t leave me,” he teared up.

“Oh my god, you fucked him, didn’t you?”

“No…” Steve’s voice was soft, hardly there at all. “It started with him kissing me… then feeling me up through my jeans, then… everything was a blur and the next thing I remember was him on his knees in the bathroom.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried. He fell to the floor, clutching his necklace in his hands, as he wailed out in agony.

“Eddie, please, I’m sorry! It was years ago. I-It meant nothing!”

“How could you cheat on me when I was pregnant with our child!” he sobbed. “I gave up so fucking much for you and that’s how you repay me? I-I can’t even stand to look at you right now, Steven…”

“Ed–”

“I think it would be best if you stayed with your mother for a few days.”

“Eddie, please… don’t do this.”

“You should be grateful I’m not going out and finding a divorce lawyer, you sack of shit! I could so easily leave you and take Bobby with me.”

“You wouldn’t,” he cried.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t… I just… how could you do that to me, Steve? How?”

“I told you, I was drunk,” he pleaded. “I don’t know if he spiked anything or if I just had that much to drink, but I… Ed, it’s been eating me alive for all these years.”

“Good.”

“I love you and I love Bobby. That’s never going to change. I would do anything for you two.”

“I think what kills me the most, Steve, is that since I got pregnant, you barely want to touch me or be intimate with me. But you have no problem doing it with an ex.

“I’m sorry… I love you…”

“I know you do.”

“Please, please believe me when I say it meant nothing.”

“I’m gonna need a bit away from you, Steve, okay? I believe you, but I just can’t look at you right now. After all I’ve done and all I’ve sacrificed for this family, for you to just… it’s insulting.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“Sleep on the couch until further notice. Stay away from me unless we’re together with Bobby—I don’t want her thinking anything is wrong. And for the love of god, find a marriage counselor—a good one.”

“Yes, done! I can do that!”

“Okay…” Eddie sniffed. “Jesus fuck, what I’d give to go back in time to two hours ago. Who ever would’ve thought I’d miss listening to ABBA…”

“I won’t let you down again, Ed… I promise.”

“I know you won’t… now, please just… please leave me alone.”

Dinner in the Harrington home that evening was tense—even Bobby could sense something wasn’t right. Her fathers wouldn’t give each other the time of day, they barely spoke to her, and they sat on opposite ends of the dinner table. At the end of their meal, when it was time for Bobby to get washed up and ready for bed, she ran into the living room.

Eddie let out a tired sigh, just wanting the day to be over, and chased after the little one. She slipped through his grip every single chance she got, laughing relentlessly at her father’s failed attempts.

“Bee, please, papa is exhausted.”

“Papa, I wanna listen to music.”

“Fine, one song.”

“Can I put it on?” She asked as she made her way over to the cassette tower.

“Mhmm, sure,” he huffed.

She sorted through the tower of tapes, finally landing on the one she wanted. She popped it into the cassette player and eagerly jumped up and down, waiting for the song to begin.

Steve was in the dining room, still cleaning up the mess from dinner—until he heard their song. He gently closed his eyes and hung his head back, taking in the music.

“Dance with me, papa!” Bobby cheered, tugging at his hand, as If I Can Dream rang throughout the living room.

Eddie began dancing with his little girl, until she ran away right before the bridge. The little one returned just seconds later with Steve by her side, holding his hand, dragging him into the living room.

“Dance with us, daddy!”

“No, bug, I have to clean up.”

“Please, daddy! Please!”

“Can I?” Steve whispered to Eddie, who reluctantly nodded.

Steve picked his daughter up and began swaying her back and forth to the beat. He extended his hand out to Eddie, pulling him close until his cheek was smushed against Steve’s chest. Eddie began silently crying into his husband’s polo shirt, trying desperately to hide his emotions from their toddler.

But as long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly… Deep in my heart there's a trembling question, still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow out there in the dark…

“There's a beckoning candle,” Eddie quietly sang, “And while I can think, while I can talk, while I can stand, while I can walk, while I can dream. Oh, please let my dream come true…”

Right now… Elvis’s voice finished off.

The family continued to sway back and forth, as the world melted around them. Eddie and Steve had forgotten about their fight—about Billy. All that mattered in that moment was each other and Bobby.

They knew they’d have to fall back into reality—face their fight head on and work together to heal what had been broken.

But that could always wait until the morning.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Kissuary 2023 Day 3 + 17 ~ Worship - Hair

When Jiang Cheng enters his room in the evening and finds Nie Mingjue there, he tenses just like he did all the evenings before. It’s stupid, he knows it, because it’s been a few weeks since Nie Mingjue moved into his room but Jiang Cheng can’t help it.

His fingers itch to draw his robes more closely around himself, even though he’s properly dressed in all the layers and so Jiang Cheng fights the impulse.

“Hi,” Nie Mingjue greets him as he comes close to drop a kiss to his brow, and Jiang Cheng notices the way he’s careful about keeping his hands to himself.

Usually it’s not a problem for Jiang Cheng that Nie Mingjue is a touchy person; he even welcomes it when they are out and about because it never lets Jiang Cheng forget that Nie Mingjue wants to be there with him but it’s a different matter when they are in their private rooms.

The danger of Nie Mingjue wanting to undress him is too high there for Jiang Cheng to take any risks and Nie Mingjue picked up on that shortly after he moved in.

“Hi,” Jiang Cheng belatedly gives back, taking a careful step back from Nie Mingjue who lets him do it without complaint but Jiang Cheng knows that he’s balancing on a very thin thread.

He expects it to tear at any given moment and it’s honestly a mystery to Jiang Cheng how it hasn’t yet.

Why Nie Mingjue hasn’t left him yet.

“I missed you at dinner,” Nie Mingjue says as he goes back to what he was doing before, which is untangling his carefully braided hair.

“Let me help with that,” Jiang Cheng says and steps up behind him, slapping Nie Mingjue’s hands away much harsher than he really should but Jiang Cheng’s scalp is tingling with phantom pain just from watching Nie Mingjue. “There was an urgent matter,” he says as he gently undoes the braids.

“Everything alright?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and Jiang Cheng nods.

“It’s resolved.” He doesn’t give any more details, doesn’t explain what exactly that urgent matter was and Nie Mingjue doesn’t ask.

Jiang Cheng is never sure if it’s because he’s not really interested or because he wants to respect Jiang Cheng’s apparent need for some privacy but he can’t bring himself to ask because he’s scared of the answer.

He’s scared of very many things, Jiang Cheng has figured out recently, and surprisingly enough they all relate to Nie Mingjue leaving him.

It’s not as if Jiang Cheng and he have been together long but Jiang Cheng is already fairly certain that he’s not going to survive it if anyone else should leave him.

Jiang Cheng distracts himself from those thoughts by brushing Nie Mingjue’s hair for him and it has more of a calming effect on him than any kind of meditation, so he does it long past the point of necessity.

“You’re stressed,” Nie Mingjue finally says after maybe fifteen minutes and Jiang Cheng freezes, the brush just halfway through Nie Mingjue’s hair.

“I’m not,” Jiang Cheng gruffly says, yanking the brush through the last bit before he drops it in Nie Mingjue’s lap. He doesn’t like to admit it but he practically flees behind the privacy screen, his sleeping robes waiting there for him.

Jiang Cheng can’t remember if Nie Mingjue ever made use of the screen but he thinks probably not. Nie Mingjue is clearly very confident in his body and he surely never had a need to hide himself away.

Unlike Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng hasn’t properly looked at his body since the Wens got him; he undresses in the dark or with his eyes fixed on a wall and whenever he goes for a swim or takes a bath or goes to sleep he makes sure to keep his robes on and properly closed.

Nie Mingjue hasn’t mentioned it yet, but Jiang Cheng is sure that he has noticed it. Nie Mingjue notices a great many things—especially when it comes to Jiang Cheng—and Jiang Cheng thinks it’s only a matter of time before he brings it up.

So it’s only a matter of time before Jiang Cheng has to tell him that he’s never going to see Jiang Cheng’s body, no matter what, and he already knows how it’s going to end.

Jiang Cheng will have to watch Nie Mingjue walk away from him then.

The thought stings, like it always does, and not for the first time Jiang Cheng wonders if it wouldn’t be better to get it over with sooner rather than later. Nie Mingjue is going to walk away either way, but right now Jiang Cheng might survive it. If it takes Nie Mingjue another month or even longer Jiang Cheng is not sure if he’ll still be able to bear it.

“You’re stressed and you’re distracted,” Nie Mingjue’s voice wafts over to him and Jiang Cheng shakes himself out of his thoughts, quickly dressing himself, his robes tightly tied around him.

“I’m not,” Jiang Cheng repeats himself but the little huff of breath he hears from Nie Mingjue tells him exactly how convincing he sounds.

“What’s going on?” Nie Mingjue asks him, not even pretending to believe Jiang Cheng and when he finally comes out from behind the screen he finds Nie Mingjue sitting on the bed, clearly waiting for him.

Nie Mingjue is not wearing a robe, he’s simply dressed in pants and nothing else and Jiang Cheng can’t help but feel bitter at the easy way Nie Mingjue displays his body.

Jiang Cheng can make out faint scars on him but those are well earned; they are not at all like the marks and scars littering Jiang Cheng’s body.

He earned his by being too weak, by being too young and too dumb and then by losing the only thing that ever gave him any worth. And not even getting his core back healed most of the scars and ever since that hope had been crushed Jiang Cheng hasn’t taken a closer look at his own body.

He knows what he looks like, he knows what kind of story his body tells and he knows that it’s ugly.

And he is in no rush to have Nie Mingjue see all of that.

“It’s nothing,” Jiang Cheng mutters, dragging his eyes off Nie Mingjue’s exposed skin and he feels as if he doesn’t fit into his own skin at all.

“You’re always cagey and distant when we’re alone in a room but it’s never been this bad. What happened?”

Jiang Cheng opens his mouth but it’s not as if he has an answer.

He doesn’t know why it’s especially bad today and he certainly doesn’t know how to even start explaining things to Nie Mingjue.

“Do you want me to leave?” Nie Mingjue asks and now that shocks Jiang Cheng into answering.

“No!”

“Okay,” Nie Mingjue nods, clearly taking Jiang Cheng’s word for it before he cocks his head to the side. “Do you want me to cover up?” he then asks and it’s close to the real issue; so close that Jiang Cheng presses his lips together, apparently giving Nie Mingjue exactly what he wants.

“You should have said so,” he sighs out, reaching for a robe. “I can’t read your mind. If it makes you uncomfortable when I run around like this you have to tell me that.”

“It’s not that,” Jiang Cheng blurts out because it’s not.

It doesn’t make him uncomfortable. It makes him envious, and bitter and sad, but not uncomfortable.

He just doesn’t know how to explain that to Nie Mingjue.

Nie Mingjue is done shrugging on his robe and Jiang Cheng mourns the fact that all that skin is now hidden again even as he breathes easier.

He doesn’t understand himself sometimes.

“What is it then?” Nie Mingjue asks, and Jiang Cheng knows him well enough by now to know that he’s not going to drop the subject until Jiang Cheng either snaps at him or he gets a decent answer.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t feel like doing either of those things at the moment and so he does the only thing he can think of: he steps close to Nie Mingjue, slinging his arms around his middle and burying his face in his shoulder.

If Nie Mingjue is surprised by his action he doesn’t show it. Instead he instantly brings his arms up around Jiang Cheng as well and then he just lets Jiang Cheng be.

And like this it’s so easy to be comfortable, it’s so easy to feel protected and loved and like nothing bad could ever happen to Jiang Cheng; it’s comfortable enough that he speaks without meaning to.

“I don’t want you to see me and think less of me,” he says into Nie Mingjue’s shoulder and he feels cold horror settle into his stomach when Nie Mingjue hums.

He didn’t mean to say that, he didn’t mean for Nie Mingjue to hear him and he certainly doesn’t want to talk about this.

But it’s too late now, Jiang Cheng knows that.

“Why would I think less of you?” Nie Mingjue asks, honest curiosity and bewilderment in his voice and Jiang Cheng presses close, tries to make himself as small as he can in Nie Mingjue’s arms.

Who knows how long he’ll be able to do that, now that he will have to speak about this.

“I—my body is—there are a lot of scars,” Jiang Cheng finally admits, glad that his burning eyes are hidden from view and he shudders when Nie Mingjue tightens his arms around him.

“So? I have scars as well, I know you have seen them.”

“Those are well earned,” Jiang Cheng bitterly says and his heart threatens to break in his chest when Nie Mingjue pushes him away.

“I didn’t earn them,” Nie Mingjue sternly tells him. “I got them because of things that were out of my control and I was just trying to survive. I didn’t earn them and it’s nothing I wear with pride. They are a part of me, yes, but I can do without them, too, and gladly so.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Jiang Cheng mutters because of course Nie Mingjue wouldn’t care about his own scars.

They don’t show a lack of strength like those on Jiang Cheng do. He rubs a hand over his chest, feeling the raised skin even under the robe and he feels sick with it.

“So, what? You think you didn’t earn your scars because you didn’t fight hard enough? Or that you deserve these scars because you weren’t strong enough?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and he seems to get his answer when Jiang Cheng flinches because he shakes his head. “That’s not how it works, though. You didn’t get these scars because of anything to do with you; you got them because the Wens are cruel and sadistic. You think Wangji earned or deserved those scars on his back? He got his because the practices of his Clan are barbaric. It has nothing to do with him and your scars have nothing to do with you and your worth or strength.”

Nie Mingjue says it with a finality to his voice as if there is nothing in this world that could convince him otherwise and Jiang Cheng hates how it makes a spark of hope light up in his chest.

“Are you trying to tell me you won’t care?” he still can’t help but to bite out because that cannot be true. Surely Nie Mingjue will care; if not about the scars themselves then about the fact that they make Jiang Cheng ugly.

“Of course I won’t care,” Nie Mingjue shoots back before he sighs. When he speaks next, his voice is softer. “My heart, I don’t love you because of your body, or because of how you look. Sure, you’re attractive, especially when you glare at me like that, but that would have only gotten you so far. I love you for who you are, and your body has no bearing on that. And if the scars on your body had anything to do with my love for you, they would only make me love you more because you were strong enough to survive everything.”

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng hisses, his face burning up but it only makes Nie Mingjue laugh before he takes Jiang Cheng’s hands in his.

“Whatever you want,” he promises and kisses the high arch of Jiang Cheng’s cheek.

His affection for Jiang Cheng is so plain to see that it makes Jiang Cheng want to give in. Maybe he doesn’t have to be so scared. Maybe his body is not something to hide and maybe it’s not something to shy away from either.

“If you say all of this and then decide I’m ugly and leave me for it I will kill you,” Jiang Cheng snaps out even as his shaking hands reach for his robes.

He doesn’t get very far before Nie Mingjue stops him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I will not leave you, unless you tell me to,” he honestly tells him and then squeezes his hands. “And you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or if you’re not ready.”

“Maybe—maybe I want to find out if I can be ready with you,” Jiang Cheng admits after a long pause, his voice barely above a whisper and Nie Mingjue nods.

“Alright.”

The trust he seems to have in Jiang Cheng makes something hot burn in him and it’s almost not hard to finally undo his robes.

He still feels as if he’s going to die the moment they fall open, baring his ugliness to Nie Mingjue in all its glory and Jiang Cheng can’t help but to flinch when Nie Mingjue reaches out for him.

It makes Nie Mingjue pause in his motion until Jiang Cheng gives a jerky nod and only then does he finally move again.

Jiang Cheng expected him to reach for the scars on his chest, or maybe the one trailing down his side, but Nie Mingjue slides his hand around to Jiang Cheng’s back, splaying it out there, big and warm, before he pulls him closer, close enough to be able to press a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s hair.

Tears immediately spring to his eyes, because the kiss feels reverend, almost as if Nie Mingjue is worshipping him and it doesn’t stop when Nie Mingjue’s lips trail down the side of Jiang Cheng’s face and then his throat, before he moves on to his collarbone, his shoulders and then down the expanse of his chest.

“Stop, stop,” Jiang Cheng sobs out and Nie Mingjue immediately moves back but only so that he can pepper Jiang Cheng’s face with kisses.

“I love you,” he murmurs between each kiss and Jiang Cheng can’t take it so he does the only thing he can think of to shut him up.

Nie Mingjue makes a very satisfied noise when Jiang Cheng’s lips meet his and Jiang Cheng would be mad for giving him what he so clearly wants if he wasn’t so busy kissing him with the desperation of a drowning man.

“I’m here,” Nie Mingjue finally mumbles when Jiang Cheng gives him a second to breathe. “I’ve got you. I love you.”

“I love you,” Jiang Cheng gives back before he dives right back in and he’s not sure how they end up on the bed and he doesn’t care either because he can’t think between Nie Mingjue’s lips on his and his warm hand trailing a path of molten fire up his side.

There is no thought in his head expect for Nie Mingjue and he distantly wonders how he could deny himself this, could deny both of them this.

Jiang Cheng never wants Nie Mingjue to stop touching him.

“Then I won’t,” Nie Mingjue says, his lips on their way down again, and Jiang Cheng is too overwhelmed to even feel embarrassed that he said that out loud.

Nie Mingjue’s lips reach the raised skin on Jiang Cheng’s chest again, but he doesn’t pay special attention to the scars, doesn’t trail them either, he just moves on to the next part of Jiang Cheng’s skin and Jiang Cheng sobs again when nothing but love is pressed into his every inch of exposed body.

Nie Mingjue is relentless and only stops when he seems certain that no inch of skin has gone unkissed. By the time he is done, Jiang Cheng is a wrung out mess, and he is long past sobbing. Now the tears are just silently falling and he can’t even find it in him to be embarrassed by that.

It seems like there is no reason to, anyway, not when Nie Mingjue finally comes back to his face, kissing the corners of his eyes and then nuzzling his cheek.

“You are beautiful. I love you.”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t even know how to argue the first part anymore, not when Nie Mingjue made it so clear with his lips and so he simply slings his arms around Nie Mingjue’s shoulders and pulls him close.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice rough from all the emotions, but he feels lighter than he has in a long time and his heart flutters in his chest when Nie Mingjue gives him a soft smile before he kisses the tip of Jiang Cheng’s nose.

“You’ll get cold if you sleep like this,” Nie Mingjue tells him and quickly fastens Jiang Cheng’s robes around him as if he didn’t just set Jiang Cheng on fire with his touch and then he simply rolls on his side, pulling Jiang Cheng into his arms before he even knows what to say.

It seems clear that Nie Mingjue has no problems going to sleep right this moment and Jiang Cheng can’t decide if he feels affronted or so incredibly fond at that and so in the end he simply snuggles closer, too worn out to work it out right now.

The only thing he does know, though, is that he loves Nie Mingjue more than he ever thought possible and he hopes to stay like this for the rest of their lives.

He just knows that he’s going to work hard to keep it like this and he’s certain with Nie Mingjue by his side it won’t even feel that hard.

Because Nie Mingjue somehow makes everything easier for Jiang Cheng.

Buy me a ko-fi

[thesunflowerdyke]

17, 75 & 78? 🌻

17. Do you like kissing in public?

Hmm, ya know, I can’t say I’ve put much thought into it before now. I’m a very touchy-feely person in general, even with friends, but especially with a partner. I don’t mind the idea of PDA. Holding hands, an arm around the shoulder or waist, a quick kiss here and there. I’d be proud to show off my partner and everybody knowing that we’re together. But I don’t know that I’ll ever be the make out in public type, though. I think I’d rather save the steamier stuff for just us two. 😉

(I will admit, in a fantasy world I kinda like the thrill of fooling around in public or the possibility of getting caught...just not so much in reality. 😅)

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

At the end of the day this wasn’t so much a grand romantic gesture as it was a mutual decision, but I still consider it sweet, nonetheless. My ex chose to immigrate to the US so that we could continue our relationship. Although it obviously didn’t work out between us, at the time her willingness to make such a big commitment really illustrated that she believed in us and our future together.

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

Honestly? Probably this blog. 😳 haha

I think if you told most people in my day to day life that I ran a blog like this, they probably wouldn’t believe you. Or at the very least they’d be quite surprised. I’m a little bit shy in person and although I’m nowhere near prudish, it’s rare that I talk about myself in a sexual context. This is sorta my outlet for the feelings/thoughts I wouldn’t normally express.

[care666bear]

Ok bare with me I swear I’m not crazy like something fishy is going on up in here

My best friend and I have FaceTimed for bong rips before bed since I was 17 & moved out of the city we lived in ok. Never an issue like ever

My mom passed away a year and a half ago, at the one year mark- ish, our calls started getting all sorts of glitchy. We haven’t thought shit all of it until a couple months ago, it started getting really consistent and weird lol. Like it started as, I’d call and it would just ring, she’d say she answered to nobody there though. Figured connection issue. Then, she’d call & tell me I had answered the last call but I wasn’t saying anything even though I definitely didn’t get a call from her. like every night for the last two months, something else answers the first two calls then we get the third ? 🤣 obviously we’ve been joking that maybe it’s mom & she’s just saying hi.

THEN a couple weeks ago, T calls me and her camera isn’t on but the button on phone says it is okay? She jokes and says “are you there ghost?” And while packing a bowl!!! No hands on the phone!! The fucking camera turned on, we actually almost shit ourselves.

Last night, it happened again but I called back after hanging up on accident, we were about to smoke a bowl & I said fuck calling back, we’ll just smoke bc we were ready to go lol. I jokingly said “mom stop fucking with the camera” after we cheers our lighters lmao and while we’re ripping our bongs, camera turns on. I choked so hard 😭

While I know spirits can be a touchy subject for some. I was raised incredibly spiritual & very in touch with the afterlife as a whole concept as my mom reeeeally believed in ghosts & other shit a lot of people deemed a bit peculiar. It was just thought that the world was a much more complex place than just being ppl on earth you know? wisest lady I’ll ever know. So lucky she was my mama. But anyways, I’m sure this is my mother fucking with me bc she said SO many times that when she passed, she was gonna haunt my siblings & I but, not until it wasn’t gonna traumatize us lmfao.

partially, a part of me also thinks I just need a way to have my mama still close enough to say hello but idk as I said, I think something is fishy 🤣🩷