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stellewriites · 5 months ago

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johnny x fat!reader based off of this post i did a while back

cw: unprotected sex, minimal prep, kind of public sex, johnny’s a biter, fat fem reader. it’s just 2.5k of fucking like idk what to say

you winced as you read over the messages once more, feeling your stomach drop at the most recent one sent.

> who am i speaking to? i’d like to be able to make a complaint

you hesitated for a second, wondering if you’d get away with giving a coworker’s name, specifically claire, the coworker that always gave you shit on shift. but as much as the thought tickled you, you knew management would only figure out it was you when they realised claire wasn’t covering for you today.

you typed and sent back your name and apologised again, hoping he didn’t really want to send in a complaint for your slip up. you needed this job and it’d been hard enough to get it despite being over-qualified.

you knew you were a sort of diversity hire for the gym, every other worker there looked like they modelled for gymshark and liked to run a couple miles every morning before breakfast; whereas you cringed at the idea of the friction burn it’d inevitably cause between your thick thighs after the first five minutes.

the rest of the staff were nice enough, friendly; though a few of them couldn’t help but throw comments your way about your weight. it was something you’d had to develop a thick skin to after the first month working there, spending your lunch breaks or the drive home in tears, your self confidence the lowest it’d been since high school.

once you figured out how to let their shit roll off your back like water on a duck, it all became a hell of a lot easier again. though your confidence had taken a hit you were still recovering from. and your current dry spell in the bedroom hadn’t helped.

you worked behind the welcome desk, admin primarily but you covered the IT side of things too, what little there was of it.

the little local gym had started to gain a bit of traction online on social media and the owners had decided to exploit the opportunity and create workout clothes with the gym’s name and logo on it. regulars seemed to like it and people online had started buying when you’d posted that they’d get 20% off their next order if they posted online wearing and using the gym-wear.

it was all going great; you organised the orders and got them sent out on time, arranged any returns or customer service questions without a hitch.

or you did until today.

you’d just been taken aback when you saw the photo the customer - soap141 - had sent in. you’d typed without thinking and now? now you might lose your job because that customer looked to be about five seconds away from busting the seams on his workout vest.

and what a sight that would be.

shit, fuck. you needed to concentrate. it’s been far too long since you last hooked up with anyone and you were always too tired to deal with your pent up energy after work so it had… been a while. you were rightfully and understandably flustered at this photo.

you clicked back on the photo and bit your cheek as you zoomed in on his hands.

you closed the tab with a shake of your head, desperate to clear it, and started working on replying to the emails of the day.

you’d gotten through the majority of them when you were interrupted by a knock on the front desk gaining your attention.

it was just before lunch, and most newcomers either tended to start early morning or in the evening after work, and everyone else was able to go through with their membership qr code with no need to speak to you. this visit was unexpected and not in your usual routine.

you looked up at the unfairly handsome man before you and smiled.

“hi, can i help you?”

“i hope so, hen,” he said and his eyes dragged over your soft body appreciatively before landing on your name tag and growing sharp. “need to make a return, vest i got was too small. lass i spoke to online was, uhh, nae so helpful.”

you flushed.

the name badge pinned on your chest suddenly felt like it weighed a ton as you did you best not to let your eyes flicker down or you hand rise to cover it. he’d spotted it already, you could tell by his meanly satisfied look that was pinning you to your chair.

“i’m so so sorry, sir—.”

“johnny.”

“johnny. i can get that return sorted for you immediately,” you said, visibly flustered. he watched you for a moment, seeming to revel in your nervous energy until you sent a wide eyed, skittish look over your shoulder, hoping none of your co-workers were near by enough to overhear how much free merch you were about to offer for him to not make a complaint.

johnny however thought you were looking for a way out, a coworker to back you up.

“hey now, there’s no need t’make a scene, ey?” he interrupted, his head tilted to catch your eyes quicker when you turned back to face him. “i’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.”

oh thank god, you were on the same page, he just wanted a fucking bribe. that you could do easily.

“of course, definitely. follow me,” you said and stood up. you waved him behind the desk and pointed to the storage room behind you. “i can process your refund before you leave, and you can have a look at the sizes of the other items we have in stock. maybe a free vest and t-shirt for all the trouble?”

he winced.

“that’s not exactly what i had in mind, bonnie.” he crept closer, his fingers dancing along the surface of the desk, playful in a way you couldn’t relate to at that moment. “was real unprofessional what you said, but i have something in mind that you can do for me that might get me to forget it ever happened. would take my mind off it, if you catch my drift.”

close enough to touch, he let his hand drift up to cheekily tug at the hem of your shirt, his fingers making light work of burrowing beneath to find your soft, warm skin.

“are you fucking with me?” you demanded after letting his words sit in the air for a moment, holding his wrist still. you’d been a bit forward on the chat, sure, but if he was going to be a prick about it you’d rather face the consequences with your managers instead.

his face grew serious for a moment, all teasing sharpness gone. “would never,” he said earnestly. you looked at him and saw the genuine arousal he held in the lick of his lips, the puffed up breadth of his chest; genuine unbridled want.

fuck it.

your own shoulders relaxed and you nodded.

“well, first thing we’re taught in retail is that the customer’s always right,” you said as you walked back towards the storage room, your eyes flickered to the gym behind you but no one was looking your way. you kept his hand at your waist so he followed closely. “maybe i could show you something more exclusive back here, you can try it on for size.”

“i think i already know it’s goin’ tae fit jus’ right,” johnny grinned and kicked the storage door closed behind him.

he hooked his fingers under your shirt, dragging it up until he could take in his fill of your thick waist, warm and malleable beneath his rough palms. he was none to gentle but determined in keeping you close. he dragged his nose down your cheek and breathed heavily for a moment as you clung to his biceps.

“what do you want?” you asked shakily. you’d experienced your fair share of one night stands but it’d been a while since someone had been so openly wanting with you, it left your hands a little jittery at how quick everything was moving.

“what are ya willing to give?” he shot back, letting a wet kiss land next to your ear.

“customer satisfaction is high on my list of priorities, i’ll have you know,” you hummed, trying to calm down and let yourself enjoy it.

johnny laughed, a little too loud for the small room, and pulled back enough to wiggle his eyebrows.

“ah bet it is,” he snickered. “but ye cannae deny that happy workers keep a place running, and i’m all about giving pretty workers their due benefits.”

he tugged at the waistband of your sports leggings, dropping to his knees so quickly you felt lightheaded at the sight.

“take tha’ off.” he nodded up to your rumpled shirt and you moved without hesitance despite the bright, unflattering light in the centre of the glorified cupboard. you shed your bra without waiting for instruction next, letting it drop to the floor where johnny had haphazardly piled your shoes and clothes. he was currently mesmerised by the hang of your belly, and the wobbling clench of your thighs as you shifted in front of him. he ran his hands and lips ever so lightly from your knee to your hip before baring his teeth.

“hey, no biting!” you were quick to say, your hands going to frame his face, fingers tilting up his jaw so you could both hold him back and make eye contact to show him you were serious. you had a feeling he was the type to push boundaries and ignore you if you weren’t careful.

“a’right hen, not this time,” he agreed and delicately kissed the stretch marks there instead and then turned to kiss one of your palms. once you’d let go, he stood and bent his head low to kiss and suck at your tits, his hands unable to stay still as he plucked at a nipple before it roamed further down to squeeze at your arse or rub at where the thin cotton of your knickers dug into your skin.

you tilted your head back and let him explore freely for a moment before a heavy hand was dragging you forward by the back of your neck and his lips found yours.

you keened into his mouth as he kissed you deeply; licked at his tongue and lips lazily in turn. you pulled back feeling throughly ravaged and yet barely touched.

“you’re staying clothed? that doesn’t seem fair.” you pouted as you looked down at the shirt you held in clenched fists.

“fuck fair,” he panted into your mouth, grinning. “but maybe if you ask nicely i’ll tek it off.”

“please?” you begged immediately, delighting in the surprise on his face. “please take it off, want to see you. please.”

he snorted, eyes blown wide and nodded.

“ok, pretty thing,” he said indulgently and made quick work of his shirt and trousers. you gawped at his bare, hairy chest and the swollen cock trapped in his boxers. “c’mere.”

he tugged you forward again and kissed down your chest, light presses of his lips to soften the scratching trail of his beard, before dropping to his knees. you leant back unsteadily against the small table you used to put orders together, crammed against the wall.

his eyes flickered up to yours and you recognised a flash of mischievousness a second before he lent in and bit at your plush hip. his hands squeezed at the fat of your thighs as you gasped out a sharp moan, he hissed as he let go when you pulled at his mohawk in shock and slight embarrassment.

“couldnae help it, hen,” he said with a dopey grin. he wrapped his hand around yours in his hair. “do that again though, yeah?”

you barely gave yourself a moment to recover or think too hard about his blatant disregard of your earlier wishes and instead tugged lightly, a little hesitant now that it wasn’t instinctual, at his hair. you were spurred on by the pleasured crease in his brow as he pulled down your knickers and his groan from both the hint of pain and the sight of you bare before him.

“think ye might just be made for me, such a perfect body and yer not so sweet as ye let on after all,” he mumbled. unceremoniously he sucked on two fingers before trailing them between your thighs, bullying your left leg up onto one burly arm so he could gain better access to your slick pussy. you tried to balance on one leg and less so on the table but the feeling of johnny’s tongue on your clit, lavving like a needy dog, had you slumping back.

he let out a heady groan at the taste of you and knew just what to do to keep you dripping like he had you on tap.

“remind me ta get yer number after this,” he panted, fingers stretching you quickly and clumsily.

his words were the final nail in the coffin that confirmed he wasn’t just fucking you for the shock value or to tell his friends there’s an easy fat girl that works at the gym. his attraction was genuine and he didn’t seem ashamed of that, was eager with it even.

showed it in the messy way he ate you out, licking between his fingers and lavishing in the wet, sticky noises he pulled from you; hidden only when either of you moaned too loud. you tried to hide it behind your hands but johnny seemed to pull back purposely to keep them loud when your nails scratched along his scalp.

it wasn’t enough to get off though, and he knew it, didn’t care actually as he had wasted no time once his third finger was fitting snug inside your cunt to pull them all back out, deeming you stretched and prepped enough.

he kissed you, too open mouthed and all tongue - far from the best kiss, but one you’d not soon forget - once he was stood up and turned you around so you could bend over the table.

“yeah?” he checked in quickly, freeing his cock and giving it a quick tug with his sticky fingers.

you nodded eagerly and reached back to hold one arse cheek to the side, letting him look at your holes from the back.

“fuck me,” he swore, whistling until you let go to swat at him with a laugh.

“my fucking co-workers,” you hissed, biting back a feral grin. the idea of them catching you now seemed less daunting than it had at the start, not when the promise of johnny’s cock was so close.

“if they haven’t heard us by now, bonnie…” he slapped your other cheek and bit his lip as it sent a ripple across your body. “beautiful.”

he tapped his cock at you pussy, hissing at the tease of the wet heat he was seconds away from.

“johnny,” you groaned out as he lingered.

you winced as he pushed in a moment later, just this side of too tight given the rushed prep but you whined through it until he bottomed out.

“perfect fit,” he hummed.

you felt every inch of him, only exacerbated when he leant forward to lean on your back, kissing at your neck.

“steamin’ jesus, i can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me,” he huffed. he ran a hand down your side before shifting, starting a steady pace he seemed to lose himself in as the pleasure your body brought him had him seeing stars.

you gasped at an especially hard thrust, your breath knocked out of you even as you felt yourself grow ever closer to your orgasm. you knew it’d be a doozy after going so long without, but as johnny’s spongy head knocked passed your g-spot like he was being paid to make you cum in under two minutes flat, you knew you weren’t going to be able to be quiet about it.

christ, it felt like he was nudging at your cervix, something you knew wasn’t true but the thought had you clenching and creaming around him either way.

“h-harder,” you whispered. “god, harder.”

johnny complied immediately, readjusting his grip on your hips to get better leverage to fuck into you harder and deeper.

“gonna cum already, hen, can feel you pulsing around me so good,” he warned.

“let me— i wanna, i want,” you struggled to get the words out but the thought of johnny leaving you high and dry after getting his own, when you were so close, had you panicking.

“i know, beautiful, don’t you worry. you’ll get yours,” he promised, hefting you both back a step from the table, just enough so he could slip his hand around and let his middle finger rest over your throbbing clit.

you tried to stifle your moan at the welcome and necessary attention and knew johnny was grinning like a mad man behind you.

“There you go, wanna hear you so bad, s’fucking hot,” he encouraged. “fuck yer coworkers.”

you rolled your hips along with his thrusts and steady pressure on your clit until you felt your vision white out and your cunt clench viciously. you felt johnny huff and slap his hips into your forgiving arse until he moaned, not at all muffled like yours had been.

he slumped over you, doing his best to balance on shaking arms so he didn’t crush you against the table.

“you tell your managers that this customer is definitely satisfied,” he said, eliciting an unattractive snort from you. you giggled as you lightly shrugged and batted him off until you were able to peel your sweaty skin from the table and stand back up straight, rubbing delicately at the imprint of the table that ran across your stomach.

he winced and ran a gentle palm across it alongside yours.

“wan’ me t’kiss it better?” he offered, the look in his eye only half as teasing as you were expecting.

without a care, he grabbed one of the shirts off the shelf and wiped you down, keeping his touches efficient and tender when they drifted between your legs.

he passed you your clothes, smiling at your shy thanks and busied himself with getting dressed as you struggled back into your own clothes.

it should’ve felt awkward walking out into the gym; you were almost certain your coworkers would be waiting outside ready to catch you, or worse some of the gym users. but johnny made it seem normal.

as you went to take your seat behind the desk he slapped your arse one last time, giving you a cheeky wink when you hissed at him.

“prick,” you huffed with a smile, rubbing at the smarting spot, but he only cooed and leant in to steal a chaste kiss before rounding back to stand in front of the desk.

he leant his hip against it as he looked down at you, suddenly shy when he held his phone out.

“only if ya want, hen. no pressure if this was just a one time thing.”

you glanced at his hopeful puppy-dog eyes and reached for the phone.

fuck it, maybe he could be your morning workout.

#this feels like it was written very britishly like a some of the wording #usually i err towards writing faux american but with cod i can’t help myself #johnny soap mactavish x reader #i’ve also never felt more ace than when describing this sex #like ‘this is how it goes right?’ ‘right.’ just an idiot nodding to themselves with no clueahdjsjdjsjs #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #fat reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x fat reader #soap x fat reader #soap smut #johnny mactavish smut

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grimmcodes · 6 months ago

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Thème n°1 (gratuit)

Niveau d'installation : ⭐⭐⭐

(prérequis : être un minimum à l'aise avec le codage de manière générale et l'hébergement externe d'une feuille de CSS)

➡️ Ce thème a été élaboré à partir du Blank Theme de Geniuspanda. ⚠️ Merci de créditer les personnes citées dans ce post ! ❓ Pourquoi il est gratuit ? → Et pourquoi pas ? Je ne demande rien de plus qu'un sujet où sont répertoriés tous les crédits ainsi qu'un petit mp pour savoir que vous utilisez le thème ! ✅ Vous pouvez utiliser entièrement ou partiellement le thème, selon ce qui vous intéresse en fait (du moment que les crédits sont conservés, j'insiste !). Vous pouvez le modifier comme vous le voulez, qu'il s'agisse des couleurs, des formes, des tailles (pitié, restez juste un minimum lisibles même si j'aurais clairement pu faire beaucoup mieux), polices... c'est open bar ! 🗒️Le CSS global est trop long pour être copié/collé directement dans la feuille de forumactif. Je vous conseille de l'héberger sur archivehost ou dropbox et de rajouter un lien vers celui-ci dans votre overall_header. N'hésitez pas à me mp si vous n'êtes pas à l'aise avec l'installation, je vais faire au mieux pour vous orienter ! Autrement, le Blank Theme explique comment s'y prendre juste ici : https://blankthemerpg.forumactif.com/t141-heberger-du-css-exterieur Il comporte : • La base du Blank Theme en modernbb (en configurant votre forum avec les paramètres associés) • Le plugin Messenger d'Ange Tuteur remanié par Geniuspanda, Switcheroo et le mode Edison clair/sombre réalisés par Monomer. • Une page d'accueil • Les catégories • La liste des sujets et l'apparence des sujets • L'apparence du profil • La liste des membres • La liste des messages privés et l'apparence d'un message privé • Une série de codages (fiche de présentation avec onglets, fiche utilisable pour rédiger ses annexes, fiche utilisable pour les posts administratif comme le règlement etc...) • Un set Instagram (profil, posts, like, suivre, commenter, story) • Un set de type Tinder (profil, like, super-like, match, pas intéressé) • Un set de 10 fiches de rp aux couleurs du forum (adaptable au mode noir/clair) ainsi qu'un codage pour l'apparence de vos sms • Un set de 5 signatures aux couleurs du forum 📌 Vous trouverez le forum où les codages ont été utilisés juste ici. Il s'agit d'un forum rpg que j'ai monté en décembre 2023 mais qu'on a fermé en mars 2024 avec ma co-admin. Les inscriptions sont fermées mais vous pouvez au moins y retrouver l'apparence globale de ce qui est proposé sur les captures d'écran. ⚠️ La police de base est Nunito Sans, sans-serif (font google) et celle des titres Cloister Blacklight (par Dieter Steffmann et à héberger de votre côté en sortant les fichiers nécessaires (.ttf, .wof + css) sur fontsquirrel par exemple). Il se peut que vous observiez des déformations si vous n'utilisez pas Nunito Sans puisqu'une police n'est pas précisément la même en taille de l'une à l'autre selon comment elle a été conçue. ⚠️ Le forum n'est d'ailleurs pas vraiment à 200% responsive... oups. Mais les couleurs sont facilement gérables dans le :root, autant pour le thème clair que le thème sombre. 🔧 En ce qui concerne les paramètres personnalisés : - bien afficher la liste des membres connectés et avec une période de 72 heures. - ne pas afficher la connexion rapide. - ne pas cocher la case optimiser votre css - cocher la case désactiver le css de base 🔧 En ce qui concerne l'ordre des champs du profil :

🔧 En ce qui concerne les posts administratifs sans que le profil admin n'apparaisse : Il faut que votre compte Administrateur (celui avec lequel vous avez fondé le forum) ait pour rang <span class="Administrateur">Administrateur</span>.

➡️ VOUS RETROUVEREZ LES CODES ICI : https://github.com/Practless/theme1/

➡️ ET ICI UN PETIT TUTORIEL D'INSTALLATION PAS À PAS : https://www.tumblr.com/grimmcodes/755161796494737408/tutoriel-installation?source=share

Et voilà ! Normalement vous devriez avoir l'exact même rendu. ⭐ La plupart des codages n'ont pas été nettoyés et laissés comme sur le forum rpg où ils ont été construits (avec les textes, les images etc... oui, j'ai eu la flemme, pardon hein mais c'était trop long d'y refaire un tour pour tout nettoyer...🧍‍♀️Peut-être qu'un jour j'vais y penser. Ou pas.) Note à savoir : je ne suis pas professionnelle, j'ai appris sur le tas et avec des tutoriels sur le net. Donc c'est sûrement le bazar, fait avec les pieds, pas optimisé et j'en passe. N'hésitez pas à me contacter si vous observez des problèmes. 🍀 Débizou si consentis et vive le rp francophone 🍉🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️💗

#forum rpg #forumactif #codage #code #thème #rpg #rpg francophone

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the-gimmick-archive · 8 months ago

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Pinned post. (Will update.)

This is a shared blog made to archive important things that happen in the gimmickverse.

The current mods are: @justazebra (admin), @i-dont-know-how-to-name-this.

If we make a mistake, please tell us.

Please @ us if you see an important event happen, especially wars.

Send us an ask if you want to know about a certain event, we’ll do our best to find it.

If you have the link to something important that we didn't archive yet (especially if it happened before this blog started existing), please send it to us.

Shadowban Survival Guide

(scroll down on the guide)

List of arcs and events:

The color war:

Earliest point in the arc we could find. The purple revolution begins. Green joins the revolution.

That time when figuratively everyone got possessed:

Earliest point in the arc we could find.

The UwU revolution:

Earliest point in the arc we could find.

Sealand dying and being revived:

Death. Revival. Death again, but this time they become death's assistant.

IKEA-Party City War:

Earliest point in the arc.

Goose god vs. Waste management war:

Earliest point. Waste management also declaring war. Goose god and waste management making an alliance to stop @/france-unofficial from attacking bean and making Bean sad.

New Zealand vs. Australia war:

Earliest point. New Zealand changing targets to England instead.

Bean getting kidnapped:

Earliest point.

Bean getting kidnapped again (by gimmick nose thief this time.):

Earliest point. Waste management selling their soul so they can see bean again. Molossia scratching and paralyzing Sealand. Sealand getting their souls stolen by gimmick nose thief.

List of gimmick blogs (copied from @/gimmick-simp, @/antarcitica-official, and @/celestial-same-picverse, and then added some missing ones):

@totally-official-gmail @totally-amazon @pizza-hut-official @spotify-official @truly-jcjenson

@bigbasket-notreally @discorddotcum-official @homedepot @im-pandora-i-promise @femboy-totally-bing

@kahoot-official @100percent-shell-oil @assistant-to-the-shell @truly-bath-and-body-works @definitely-tiktok-trust

@unofficially-joann-fabric @its-sanrio-official @the-real-gmail @apple-unofficial @jack-in-the-box-official

@official-arbys @officialtinder @realgoogleslides @reallytimhortons @officially-ikea

@claires-unofficial @barnes-and-noble-official @realgoogleclassroom @real-sephora @pizza-hut-unofficial

@google-news-official @totally-official-gmail @bingle-official @basically-bumble @def-bjs-guys

@official-opera-gx @official-firefox-nightly @the-mcdonalds @realgoogledocs @mcdonalds-official

@totally-bing @operagxreal @official-fedex @firehouse-subs-fr @k-f-c-official

@the-real-google @totally-ikea @taco-bell-unofficial @spotify-kids-real @the-real-victorias-secret

@subway-official @big-mayo-official @/realsafari @incognito-mode-official @burgerking-official

@definitely-wikipedia @the-one-and-only-pornhub @the-one-and-only-duckduckgo @its-target-official @yes-im-youtube-kids

@walmart-the-official @duothelingo @firefox-official @femboy-hooters-real @fedex-official

@yamaha-official @youtubefr @actually-x @reality-official

@femboy-google-news-official @50percent-shell-oil @yahooo-official @totally-airbus @the-official-spirit-airlines

@100percent-chipotle @unofficialvine

@totally-brazil @totally-italy @very-real-australia @the-province-of-nova-scotia-real @official-new-zealand

@russia-totallyofficial @quebec-official @india-official @india-reblogs @telangana-official

@denmark-official @pakistan-official @definitely-brasil @non-tyrannical-usa @antarcitica-official

@spain-unofficial @definitely-canada @france-unofficial @the-state-of-georgia-official @official-denmark

@denmark-forreal @official-ireland @texas-real @massachusetts-official @new-york-for-real

@definitelytherepublicofireland @true-blue-straya @totally-germany @official-the-united-states @totally-france

@forever-scotland @germany-official @sovereign-state-of-alaska @guatemala-official @republic-of-molossia

@actually-alberta @the-principality-of-sealand @totally-oregon @yugoslavia-official

@the-chill-planet-uranus @the-serene-moon-luna @earth-fan @deimos-moon-of-terror @officially-capricorn

@the-radiant-sun @the-ringed-planet-saturn @the-red-planet-mars @the-real-uranus @celestial-same-picverse

@officially-taurus @the-lovely-planet-earth @posts-with-10000-notes-in-spirit @/i-hesitantly-say-ok

@i-say-not-ok @i-say-ok @the-us-navy-offical

@woo-in-different-lengths @official-garlic-bread @shakespeare-official-reblogs @gimmick-thief @hold-my-dr-pepper

@oscar-wilde-official-account @the-real-illinois @i-say-grape @the-kingdom-of-norway @denmarklandia-official

@i-say-bean @sweden-official @antarcitica-official @gimmick-nose-thief @gimmick-thief-thief

@tamil-nadu-official @tamilnadu-official @anti-totally-bing @antiquitian-empire @rocks-anon

@tagswoman @actual-aspec-military @pansexual-spaceforce @the-aplatonic-cavalry @the-pointing-anon

@bi-poly-space-station @bisexual-airforce @aro-sp-ace-force @nonbinary-coastguard @demi-demolitions

@queer-military-authorities @queer-military-treasury @the-missiles-guy @the-official-goose-god @the-official-gemini

@actual-transgender-navy @genderfluid-marine-corp @real-australian-army @real-hottopic

@same-pic-of-venus-everyday @same-pic-of-the-earth-everyday @same-pic-of-the-moon-everyday @same-pic-of-mars-everyday @same-pic-of-jupiter-everyday

@same-pic-of-saturn-everyday @the-real-uranus @same-pic-of-neptune-everyday @steve-not-anon @metal-frisbee

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@same-pic-of-haumea-everyday @same-image-of-7-iris @book-nonsie-not-anon @celestial-same-picverse @same-pic-of-pluto-everyday

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i have some song recommendations for you to listen to while thinking about your crush <3: you would relate to some of these, trust me ;)

Till I Met You - Angeline Quinto

Till My Heartaches End - KZ Tandingan

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Till There Was You - Aiza Seguerra

Till I Found You - Phil Wickham

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN, Sia

Till The World Ends - Britney Spears

Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe, FINNEAS

Till You Tell Me To Leave - TV Girl

Till They Take My Heart Away - Clair Marlo

Till I Kissed You - Everly Brothers

Till Then My Love - Matt Morno

Till I Loved You - Barbra Streisand, Don Johnson

Till Death Do Us Part - White Lion

There Till The End - JERUB

Till The End Of Time - Earl Grant

Till The End - Six Part Invention

hits more differently when you add a coma after till :')

(im so sorry admin, no need to listen to all that :(, you can search them either in youtube or spotify ^^)

- 🐷 (it's me obviously)

Okay. I see... I see what you did here.

When I catch you. This also counts for your other ask that you sent with the additional song, I'm not answering that one. Some of the songs weren't on Spotify, so suffer I guess.

#: ̗̀➛ ivan's inbox #// PLEASE IM ACTUALLY FUCKING CRYING IVE BEEN DYING OVER THIS FOR 10 MINTUES THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY #// PIG ANON I LOVE OYU SO MUCH THIS SI OS FUCKING FUNNY #ivan #ivan alnst #alnst ivan #alnst #alien stage

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thedenmdy · 10 months ago

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Accessibilité, design, codage… : par où commencer pour le (re)design de mon forum ? (2/2)

Ceci est la suite de mon premier post disponible ici ! (je suis en galère sur la mise en page, bear with me KLJDHSD) -- Suite aux différents questionnements qui viennent nourrir ton processus de design, on passe à un peu plus tangible.

Conceptualisation : Comment ?

Comment est-ce que tu peux atteindre les objectifs que tu t’es fixé dans les questions précédentes ?

Ça peut passer par une liste des templates que tu veux revoir en priorité, ça peut passer par des checklist de fonctions à intégrer à ces templates pour ne rien oublier.

Personnellement, je recommande de passer par une étape de wireframe pour ne pas partir trop à l’aveuglette et garder le cap sur la quantité de travail à venir !

Qu’est-ce qu’un wireframe ? En gros, dessiner des grosses boîtes pour symboliser tes fonctions, et bricoler un squelette de page avec pour savoir comment structurer ton nouveau design sans rien oublier ! Un wireframe prend n’importe quelle forme, du gribouillis sur papier au Figma collaboratif en passant par des post-its, c’est toi qui décides ce qui te parle le plus !

Voici une liste de petits conseils en vrac à garder en tête lorsque tu t’approches de la construction tangible de ton nouveau design :

Concentre-toi sur les fonctions qui font vivre le forum en priorité 🔥

Tu veux donner l’espace à tes membres pour écrire et construire leurs histoires et leurs personnages, pour échanger entre joueur.se.s en paix ! Contrairement à ce qu’on a laissé s’installer comme standard, il vaut mieux parfois éviter de se disperser et de trop en faire au risque de non seulement rendre l’expérience trop complexe pour tes membres, mais aussi de te mettre une pression énorme en tant que staff.

Le coeur de nos forums, c’est le RP sans distraction (écriture comme lecture), mais aussi la création d’univers avec les médiums que chacun.e préfère ! Ça passe aussi par le confort que tu peux apporter en proposant une interface claire qui les mettra en confiance pour créer. Par exemple, passer 75% du temps d’écriture à débuguer un code de fiche n’est pas très motivant pour la créativité (sauf pour les bouffeurs de cartes graphiques de ce monde, je me compte dedans 🤡). De même, perdre du temps pour retrouver X ou Y information parce que la navigation est trop complexe ou les annexes peu lisibles dissuadent également de potentiels nouveaux arrivants !

N’aie pas peur de jeter tout ce qui est superflu - promis, ça va aller ! 🙆‍♀️

As-tu réellement besoin de ce champ “inventaire” dans le profil des membres ou est-ce que ça peut simplement être une liste dans un post dans la gestion des personnages ? Est-ce que toutes les informations affichées sur ma page d’accueil sont-elles utiles au quotidien et/ou très nécessaires ? On l’a tous.tes rencontré, ce problème…

Retirer ce qui n’est pas utile, c’est non seulement un gain de place et d’espace pour améliorer la lecture de ton forum, mais aussi un gain de temps et d’énergie pour toi, codeur.se, graphiste, admin qui doit maintenir ton forum, que de ne pas s’embêter avec 20 différents champs de profil dans un mouchoir de poche, ou des citations vagues pas toujours très claires ni très utiles dès qu’il y a un blanc à combler.

C’est un peu la technique Marie Kondo, mais pour les interfaces web, et peut-être en un poil plus radical. If it does not spark joy (ou si ça ne vous est pas utile au quotidien), alors tu peux jeter - ça ne te manquera probablement pas ! Et rien n’est définitif. Si finalement, ça s’avère important, tu le verras très vite !

L’accessibilité web, c’est tout d’abord pour les utilisateur.rices en situation de handicap, évidemment. C’est très important, c’est le but prioritaire de l’initiative. Mais si tu peux et veux aller plus loin, ça ne s’arrête pas là !

C’est aussi rendre ton forum utilisable et inclusif pour des membres qui n’ont pas forcément les moyens de posséder du matériel dernier cri, c’est le rendre accessible aux potentiels membres qui ne vivent pas dans une grande ville et/ou avec une connexion internet datée…

L’accessibilité web au sens large englobe tout profil d’utilisateur pouvant être défavorisé.e d’une manière ou d’une autre (par des troubles physiques, neurologiques, par leur milieu social, par leur localisation géographique…) qui l’empêcherait de pouvoir venir s’amuser avec d’autres joueur.se.s…

À titre d’opinion plus personnelle, j’aime aussi penser que l’accessibilité web dans sa mission la plus large devrait également englober l’inclusivité ; parce qu’un espace, une communauté ou un produit qui discrimine d’une quelconque manière n’est à mon sens, tout simplement pas accessible par définition.

Commence ton nouveau design avec les best practices courantes en tête, et tiens-toi y au maximum !

C’est peut-être plus facile de commencer de quasi-zéro, plutôt que de repasser balise par balise sur un code déjà créé (peut-être par d’autres personnes, peut-être ayant vu passer de nombreuses modifications au fil du temps… un casse-tête en perspective).

La base du Blank Theme de Geniuspanda propose une bonne base propre si tu es découragé.e par les thèmes de base de Forumactif (as you should, c’est un joli bazar).

Parmi les conseils et best practices plus techniques à garder en tête lorsque tu construis ton design d’interface, en voici quelques-un (mais mes collègues créateur.rices ont déjà beaucoup écrit à ce sujet, quelques liens sont dispo en fin de post !)

➡️ Tu connais le laïus des tailles de typo… on reste à 14px minimum pour le texte courant, et des interlignes de 150% de la taille du texte !

Le choix des typographies également est important - garde les zigouigoui fancy pour des gros titres seulement, et fais dans la simple sans-serif/sans empâtements (de type Helvetica/Arial) pour le corps de votre texte !

Les typographies serif/à empâtements (de type Times) sont faites pour l’imprimerie, pas le web… si tu y tiens, elles peuvent cependant faire de très bons titres, si la taille de caractère est suffisamment grande !

➡️ Le gras, l’italique, les couleurs, les paragraphes clairement définis… sont des éléments indispensables à la lecture de ton contenu, surtout s’il devient long.

Ils ancrent l’oeil lorsqu’on parcourt la page et nous aide à lire plus rapidement et sans s’épuiser, et attirent notre attention pour mieux se concentrer !

Attention aux choix de couleurs : outre le contraste et les potentiels membres atteint.e.s de daltonisme, n’oublie pas non plus le changement entre light et dark mode, par exemple ! Cette teinte de rouge bordeaux sera très bien sur fond clair, mais si la moitié de tes membres utilisent le dark mode, c’est foutu…

➡️ VIRE MOI CE TEXTE JUSTIFIÉ DE LÀ ! (je rigole zéro I will die on this hill .) (vas-y, je regarde .) (👁️ 👁️)

Trève de clowneries, pour le web en particulier, même si beaucoup trouvent ça visuellement “satisfaisant”, la justification est un désastre de lisibilité. Les espaces entre les mots d’une police de caractères sont précisément calculés pour faciliter la lecture et le mouvement de l’oeil ; par défaut, la justification dérègle et déséquilibre ce travail.

C’est un mode d’alignement qui est fait pour des paragraphes de texte aux largeurs précisément calculées (du genre : colonnes dans un journal) et donc fait pour l’imprimerie, et pas pour des écrans et des interfaces responsive à largeur variable !

➡️ Le scroll interne, c’est (pour la majorité des cas) démodé : dit comme ça, c’est un peu sensationnel, mais c’est réel.

Autrefois, on voulait tout caler dans une seule page au maximum, avoir toutes nos informations dès le premier chargement. Certes, avoir les informations importantes en haut de page et même above the fold (avant de commencer à descendre dans la page au-dessus de la bordure du bas de la page) est bien, mais ce n’est plus aussi important qu’avant. Dites merci aux smartphones et aux réseaux sociaux aux scroll infinis, qui nous ont clairement fait accepter le geste comme partie intégrante de notre expérience web !

N’aie pas peur d’avoir des longues pages : si le contenu est clairement lisible et structuré, ce n’est plus un problème. Il vaut mieux être transparent.e sur la vraie longueur de tes pages d’emblée et la montrer à tes membres dès le chargement de la page, plutôt que de tout planquer dans des petites pochettes-surprise au scroll interminable et souvent très étriquées.

➡️ Optimise tes images dès que possible : une image devrait idéalement peser moins de 500Kb, 1MB peut-être maximum si il s’agit d’une image importante (par exemple, un header ou un fond). Limite l’utilisation de gifs animés au minimum, et veille à ce qu’ils ne soient également pas trop lourds. Pour optimiser tes JPEG ou tes PNG, compresse-les sur Photoshop ou similaire à l’export d’abord, puis tu peux également les passer à la moulinette Tinypng pour diminuer encore leur poids !

➡️ Less is more : laisse respirer ton forum !

C’est important pour la hiérarchie des informations, et pour pouvoir lire le contenu sans se fatiguer. Un espace vide n’est pas une mauvaise chose !

Alternativement et débat peut-être parallèle, j’aimerais pouvoir déconstruire cette idée reçue qui s’est établie au fil du temps que plus il y a de choses, mieux c’est. Les forums rpg sont victimes d’une course au toujours plus pour se démarquer, qui est très “naturelle” d’un point de vue social, concurrentiel et au fil de l’évolution des modes. Ça a aussi toujours été au détriment de l’accessibilité - ce n’est pas nouveau (fallait voir la gueule des trucs en 2005 je vous jure, on se rend vraiment pas compte du chemin parcouru KDJSHD).

Mais en 2024, non seulement on a des voix pour se rendre compte qu’on peut et doit mieux faire, mais aussi les outils pour ! C’est difficile à intégrer et ce sera une idée pré-concue qui risque de durer encore longtemps, mais un forum simple et épuré n’est pas un mauvais forum ! Il y a d’autres moyens de construire un univers original, créatif et visuel que par l’accumulation et le maximalisme ambiant qui s’est installé au fil des années, au détriment de beaucoup d’autres choses importantes (perte de temps de construction/maintenance, pression de la surenchère, diminution des performances techniques/augmentation des temps de chargement, et, évidemment, le manque de lisibilité et accessibilité).

Si nos parents (et même nous encore) étions capables de nous projeter dans des jeux de rôle sur table sans rien d’autre qu’un MJ et une fiche de personnage gribouillée sur un bout de papier, je suis persuadée qu’on n’a pas besoin de tout ça pour créer et écrire sur Internet !

Disclaimer de fin

Celleux qui connaissent mes projets pourraient me jeter la pierre du “faites ce que je dis et pas ce que je fais” là dessus, je plaide coupable. Personne n’est parfait, aucun forum n’est parfait !

Le mien comme tout autre a son lot de problèmes et de points à améliorer dont le staff est conscient, pour diverses raisons pour la plupart historiques, et est victime d’une tendance très personnelle à vouloir être toujours trop exhaustive (mais je me soigne… un peu… vous pouvez constater la longueur de ce post, c’est compliqué LOL). Et pour chaque problème réglé, peut-être que de nouveaux apparaîtront ailleurs.

Mais avec le temps, ça se corrige ! Tous ces points sont des choses que l’on peut améliorer petit à petit, en remettant nos choix en question régulièrement après un peu de recul.

À titre d’exemple, on travaille (lentement) en ce moment sur une grosse refonte du code et du design (le gros de la version actuelle datant de l’été 2022), avec une nouvelle revue de la typographie et de l’utilisation de l’espace qui se fait évidemment toujours trop tarder, mais aussi avec une emphase particulière sur l’optimisation des scripts additionnels du forum. Ajoutés récemment dans une phase initiale de test pour juger de leur accueil dans la communauté, ils sont cependant mal optimisés (tournent à vide sur des pages sur lesquelles ils ne sont pas utiles, demandent trop de ressources…). Ils sont même aujourd’hui sont une très grosse cause de nos problèmes de performance actuellement, et posent souci à plusieurs membres dont le matériel a du mal à suivre, ce qui n'est franchement pas viable. Avec cette refonte, on essaie de nous recentrer sur le “où”, “quand” et “comment” : sur quelles pages et à quel moment de mon utilisation du forum ces gros scripts sont-ils nécessaires ? Comment puis-je les réorganiser avec les outils que Forumactif me propose ?

En conclusion…

Si le débat ou la démarche de refaire toute ton interface te fait peur, c’est normal !

Déjà, Forumactif n’aide pas (trop - pour mettre le nez dans du vrai webdev quotidiennement, ça pourrait être bien pire, honnêtement. Le service proposé a un potentiel immense pour quelque chose de 100% gratuit !), notre matériel de base n’est pas optimisé ni facile à comprendre pour les plus novices. Et bordel, un forum, c’est pas juste une page statique, c’est une interface super complexe, quand on y pense !

Mais aussi, il s’agit d’un hobby, et il n’y a pas vraiment de “bon” moyen universel pour essayer d’améliorer l’accessibilité et l’usabilité de son forum. On fait avec notre temps libre et nos connaissances, et si vous n’avez pas le temps et les capacités de pousser plus loin que des tailles de police ou d’interligne, eh bien, au risque de me répéter, j’ai envie de dire que c’est déjà mieux que rien.

Toute initiative peut être une bonne initiative, tant que tu la prends ! La première étape est d’être conscient.e des améliorations possibles et d’accepter qu’on devrait mieux faire quand on le peut.

Je ne saurais que vous encourager à entamer la démarche, le reste viendra en temps et en heure - que ce soit en termes de temps libre, d’énergie ou de connaissances !

Et surtout : demande-toi toujours “pourquoi” 🫶 Merci d'avoir lu jusque là et : courage, tu peux le faire !!

Quelques ressources utiles

Pour se renseigner

Le manifeste du W3C sur l’accessibilité web

The ultimate UX Design Thinking par Annie Dai (en Anglais)

Overlay Fact Sheet partagée par @brunswicked

Tutoriels et conseils

La section tutoriels du forum du Blank Theme par @code-lab

Rendre vos forums plus accessibles par @noxeternam

Conseils d’accessibilité graphique par @andthesunrisesagain

Tips d’optimisation de votre design par @aeroplvne (la bise !)

Installer un dark/light mode par @decrescxndo

Mon petit plaisir du lot pour l’inspiration…

Je vous conseille de lire la série de posts de @code-lab sur le développement du design de What Remains (1 - 2 - 3 - 4)

Même si ça peut paraître être une dose de travail et de recherche assez énorme pour quelque chose que vous faites dans votre temps libre, c’est simplement très intéressant pour observer la démarche de design dans ses phases de construction et avec des visuels à l’appui !

#ux design #design thinking #accessibilité #forum rpg #rpg francophone #conseils

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lgbridgertonqa · 7 months ago

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LGBridgerTonQA Week 2024

It's that time of year again - happy pride, Bridgerton fandom!

We invite you to join us from JULY 7TH - 13TH 2024, to celebrate all queer Bridgerton content, canon or not. For the third year in a row, all week long on our twitter we will be posting queer headcanons, fics, edits and art about all of our favourite Bridgerton characters, as well as posting fun activities for you to all join in the fun - and we would love nothing more than for you to be a part of it. Any creativity is welcome!

As part of our introduction to our theme this year, we received help in the following mysterious letter from Sir Philip Crane...

We invite you this year to be inspired by the language of love through flowers! And if you're looking for some inspiration through prompts, look no further: below is our daily schedule for characters, tropes, songs, themes, and most importantly flowers, to help inspire you to get involved somehow.

These are all obviously just a guide or a starting off point for anything you might want to create. If any characters you want to create something for aren’t featured, or you want to use a theme for a character on a different day - don’t let that limit you! Post as and when you please - just be sure to let us know with a tag or link of some kind so we can boost you!

Come join us in the garden - love is in bloom!

Important Links: - Our Twitter Account - Our About Us Page - Our ask box - Our Ao3 Collection for LGBridgerTonQA Week 2024 - Our Ao3 Collections from previous years and celebrations (Gay Week 2023, Gay Week 2022, Gay Bridgerween 2022 & LGBridgerTonQA Holiday Gift Fic Exchange 2023)

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Fatal Attraction

Summary: Two lives stripped away in a moment's glance before they could even enjoy the gift of love presented in front of them. Caused by strife and wrath, this tragic tale is not one to be taken lightly. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Azul Ashengrotto, Romeo and Juliet, angst, heavy angst, character death, be warned this is depressing Word count: 6,201

I'm gonna totally true here, I had so much fun writing Azul's angst fic, because I took one of my favorite pieces of literature and turned it into a fic-esque work. So, this takes inspiration from Romeo and Juliet, specifically the 1996 version of "Romeo + Juliet" with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. That version is a lot more modernized to use guns and drugs, etc but I tried my best to minimize all of that to give a less TW tag. I did take some dialogue from the actual literary piece and translated it into modern language, BUT NOT TOO MUCH cause it was honestly really hard 😭

6k words is insane to me because it's more than Malleus or Sebek

I am so sorry Azul stans

Lights illuminate the quiet streets at night, while the city comes alive during the day. However, two rival mafias operate in the town, hidden from the ordinary citizen's eye. Amidst the danger, a casino is the only place where people can forget their problems, but two lovers only need each other for peace.

Azul Ashengrotto is a hitman and negotiator for one of the mafia factions. Well known for his work within the organization and occasional work as a dealer in the casino, Azul is as cunning and deceptive as they come, but it's just his nature.

Azul strolls around the casino with his usual smirk, basking in the glory of a successful negotiation with a company. The other casino staff congratulate him, but he brushes it off, knowing it's all part of his job.

“There’s no need to congratulate me! It is simply my duty as a negotiator.”

After setting his things down, he jokes with some of the casino staff before heading off to prepare for the evening.

Sitting in the garden of your home, you sigh and admire the flowers as the day starts. The day feels long, and sadness makes it feel even longer. You have always been kept within the property of your home. You’re a child of a mafia organization, but your father is hellbent on keeping you from the outside world. You need more, but where could you get that without permission? Suddenly, during your train of thought, a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Well, good morning, cos," said the voice, playfully interrupting your thoughts.

"It’s still morning?" you respond, letting out a small sigh.

“The day’s barely begun?” Asked Cater, confused.

“Oh, Seven, this day feels too long and dull.”

“But it’s a good day! What sadness lengthens your hours?” Cater asked, trying to sound playful to lighten that solemn look in your eyes.

“Having to sit here and waste away makes my days long and dull, cousin.”

Cater sighs and tries to speak, but your mother calls for you with an alarmed voice. Shrill screams of your name echo, reaching the sky from how loud she is.

You hurriedly ascend the staircase to the second floor, stopping at the middle platform where your mother stood with pinched eyebrows and a subtle frown.

“Madam, I’m here. Is something the matter?”

“Finally! Come! We have something important to discuss. Cater—you can leave,” she said, pushing Cater away. Your mother paused as if something dawned on her at that moment. She shook her head and hastily added, “Wait! Cater, come back! You’re part of this, as well.”

You and Cater rushed to your bedroom and were made to sit on your bed. Maids rushed inside your chambers, and you found yourself being tugged around by each one. The familiar sensation of a brush and the smell of powder filled the room. The sound of rustling fabric and barked orders disturbed the silence.

“Despite what your father says, you are of age. You should go out more—find someone to give you thrills in life!” Your mother exclaimed, helping herself to sit at your vanity table. “I’ve been your mother for many years now, and I’m deeply concerned about your… self-isolation. This is only what I think is best!”

The rest of that conversation was mostly your mother telling you how “the world is your oyster” and that you should take advantage of it. You could only listen until she was tired of lecturing you and walked off to do other things. It ended with Cater helping you get ready.

“Alright. You heard the woman. You’re lucky that I know exactly where to take you,” Cater says with a sigh and starts looking through your closet for you.

The sound of shuffling cards, chips clattering on the tables, and cheers from winners rang through the different halls and rooms. Different themes exist on every floor depending on the games. A floor filled with different slot machine games was filled with neon lights and bright colors to accommodate the vibe. One of them had restaurants galore for each type of economy class that was visiting. Vibrant, blinding colors greeted you, and the mind could easily be overwhelmed by the sight. It smelled of cigarettes and smoke everywhere, and servers held trays of crystalline glasses filled with golden champagne.

Cater brought you to a casino to de-stress. He was familiar with this place, so he knew you’d be okay here. You walked around independently since Cater left you to play a round of Hearts with others he knew.

You watched how people crowded around the poker and baccarat tables. There was a mix of emotions lingering in the casino air: concentrated, frustrated, happy, and angry to name a few. When you turned to another section, you leaned against a pillar and looked in front of you, meeting a pair of bluish-purple eyes.

He was looking at you, too. He looked—

Gorgeous.

You stepped behind the pillar and poked your head out enough just for your eyes to meet his own again. The stranger gave you a modest smile and a gaze so fine that you just had to smile back. Dressed in a black button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fabric fitting his frame as two top buttons were open.

His hair was a pretty gray, and the beauty mark under his lip made his features come together like a perfect painting. His smile grew wider, and he looked away. Then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

It was an unfamiliar feeling. One only your maids and mother would describe to you as love, but is this really what it was? It felt right, but it was too new to confirm true.

When you met his eyes again, he had his hand out for you to take. You looked at the floor momentarily before moving closer and letting your palm touch his, and he guided you to sit at his table.

You looked around, then noticed it was a table of blackjack. Hmm… a simple game. He didn’t let go of your palm and dealt the cards with his free hand. You smiled softly and stared at how he held your hand as if you were glass.

“You do realize that holding a stranger’s hand for this long is not normal,” you said while looking into his eyes, prompting a laugh to escape his lips

“Well, dear stranger, what is normal? It’s certainly not us.”

“How so?” you asked as you tried to slip your hand away again, but the gesture was met with a firm grip.

“Any other person would’ve walked away from a man with wandering eyes,” he said while leaning closer to you, but you moved away with a smile.

“Would it not be stranger if we were closer than this? Though, I don’t wish to interrupt how you are dealing with this game.”

“Oh? Do you wish to be closer? Closing the distance is not a problem to me.” His offer was tempting, but the words your mother spoke of flashed through your mind. Maybe this is something you should be doing?

“I… can allow that,” you whispered loud enough to reach his ears, quite confident that this was something you wanted

“Then stay while I deal as I please,” he whispered as he leaned closer, noses brushing for a moment before you moved away and stood from the chair you were in.

“Oh,” you laughed playfully and went towards the nearby bar, and he followed you without a complaint, “what a tease. I must say, you’re very forward and quick to act.”

“Wasting no time is what I do best,” he said, following you, watching your movements. “People call me charming and witty, but no praise will amount to anything if I fail to leave an impression on you. Don’t leave me feeling this empty, darling.”

“Why empty? Is the time spent with me so far not fulfilling enough?”

The man placed his fingers under your chin and made you look at him, then he took off his glasses in a swift move. “No, and I won’t be satisfied until I can do this...”

You felt a smile creep up as he pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss, only starting. After that gesture, you looked at him and kept your composure.

“Better,” Azul said after that short kiss, a smug look on his face, but he didn’t let you go.

You were a bit surprised by the feeling, but you couldn’t complain. “Is it?”

“Very. It makes me want more…” He whispered before kissing you again, this time letting it linger much longer.

“You kiss as if you learned from a book,” you spoke softly after breaking it, but he only moved lower towards your ear and neck.

“Hey, we can’t do this. As much as I enjoy your company, you are a mere stranger at the end of the day,” you said and pushed him back lightly, then tried to walk off. The man moved closer again and sat you down on a bar stool.

His lips found yours again, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your body could only respond to the kiss almost instantly. His hands didn’t let go of your waist, yet your own were on the nape of his neck and shoulder.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you snapped out of it once Cater called your name. “Hello, Earth to cousin? We have to go!”

Cater looked at the man whose arms you were in and sighed in disappointment, clicking his tongue and pulling you away. “Come on!”

While getting pulled away, you kept turning around to watch as the man followed you, a determined look on his face as he tried to catch up. You were pulled up the stairs to the floor above and joined with the bodyguards you arrived with.

The man remained at the bottom of the stairs, but he stared at you in disbelief.

“His name is Azul Ashengrotto, a hitman from the mafia your family fights against all the time! He’s the right-hand man,” Cater whispered to you, and you felt the smile on your face disappear. You stared down at the man but couldn’t utter a word.

“Is that…? No—they can’t be,” Azul whispered, still in disbelief.

After staring momentarily, you were pulled away, and Azul had to follow again. This continued, even with your head turning back a few times, just to meet the man following at a distance.

Azul stood at the casino door while you left, watching as your car left with a regretful expression in his eyes. “Not knowing and finding out too late—how the hell did we end up finding each other this way?” he said to himself as you stared back at him from the moving car, then he went back into the casino grounds.

After arriving home, you walked around your garden under the moonlight and sighed softly. You moved yourself to squat in front of the pool at the end of the concrete path, looking up at the moon.

“Azul Ashengrotto… Who could he really be? What does his name have to do with anything?”

“The group that rivals my family name, but what is in that name? It’s not a hand, foot, or any other part belonging to me.” You stare down at your reflection in the water and smile softly at the thought of that man you had a slight moment with at the casino.

You stand up and sigh, “Should he tell me he doesn’t like it, I would change it in a heartbeat—”

“Then should we change that name?”

You spin around and scream as he puts his hands on your arms, but the shock causes you to fall back into the pool with him. You quickly come up to the surface and spit out the water in your mouth, then stare at the pale indigo eyes on you.

“What are you doing here!? Did you follow me? If they see you, they’ll murder you!” You whispered loudly because of the panic, but your reaction made Azul laugh.

“That is the least of my worries.”

“But you’re the Ashengrotto, an ally of my mortal enemy—”

“I will neither, if you dislike it. What can they do to me?” He whispers the last part, moving closer and touching your cheek. “I was able to see you again. I’m satisfied with that. It’s better to be killed by their hatred than by the torture of not seeing you. You love me and I love you, so let them find me here. I want your love for as long as you’ll allow me to have it.”

You stare at his features for a moment before he kisses you softly, the quiet night enveloping the both of you. It was slow, but you could feel how he felt the same for you as you did him. The more time that passed, the more passion was being shared.

The pool water was warm, but the way he grabbed your hips with one hand and kept your head in place with the other gave you a chill down your spine, simply from how he made you feel.

You pulled back after a while longer and felt your face burning, so you avoided looking at him. “The moon's light can only hide me so well, and now you’ve heard me speak tonight. Do you love me? I know that you’ll say yes, and I will take your word for it.”

You spoke while backing away to get out of the pool, and he followed, leaving kisses on your neck when he could. “If you love me, say it faithfully.”

“I swear by the moon—”

You sighed and pushed him back. “Don’t swear by her ever-changing beauty unless your love has conditions.”

“Then what do I swear by?” Azul asks, looking at you with confusion in his expression.

“Don’t swear at all. If you must, swear on yourself. If it comes from your heart, then I’ll believe you.”

“The love in my heart…” He whispers, then gives you light kisses again, but you quickly break it and turn away.

“Don’t. Although I enjoy this, I will have no joy in this promise tonight. It’s too soon, too rash, and—like a lightning strike—it will be gone too soon,” you said and climbed up the ladder to get out of the water, but his sudden call out made you stop.

“Will you leave me so unsatisfied?”

You turn around and look at him with surprise. “What satisfaction could you have tonight?”

“To tell me that your heart belongs to me”

He was right. He had declared his love for you, but you hadn’t done the same for him. Was this real? You smiled brightly and ran back into his arms, falling into the pool with him again.

“I gave it to you before you even asked!” You exclaimed before falling back in with him, your lips landing against his into an underwater kiss.

Coming up to the surface, you hear Cater calling for you around the house, and you shout. “I’ll be there!” You turn to Azul and pull him out, hurrying him to leave through a secret gate.

“I leave you with a few more words before good night. If you’ll allow me the honor of marriage, let me know tomorrow—in a way that I can visit you—where and what time we’ll marry,” you whisper with a smile and hold his hand through the iron bars of the gate.

Cater shouted again, and you could only shout once again. “I’m on my way!”

“May all of my fortune and my will always follow you. If you do not mean well, I beg you not to argue and leave me alone to grieve. I will send someone over to the casino tomorrow,” you told Azul before letting him go, not before giving him a kiss.

“I am yours, and you are mine. I’ll be happy to hear from you.”

“I hope you have a wonderful night.” You smiled again and ran off, and Azul walked off as well. Shortly after, you gasped to yourself and tried to find him again, rushing towards him.

“Azul!” you called out, catching his attention, and his smile only brightened your heart. “At what hour should I send for someone?”

“By 9 in the morning.”

“I won’t let you down. It’s an eternity until then.” You laugh softly and pull your necklace off you, giving it to him. He took it gladly and tightened his fist to avoid losing it.

“Good night, darling.” He said and walked away, looking back at you a few times until he was completely out of sight.

“A bittersweet sorrow that is parting, that I shall say ‘good night’ until tomorrow.” You said with a smile. Finally, you ran off into your home.

The next day, you were home alone, and you waited with anticipation for your cousin to arrive back to you. As soon as the door opened to your bedroom, you jumped up and saw Cater come in with a tired expression.

“Cater!”

“Oh, hey, cos,” he says and tucks himself into your bed, your expression turning into disappointment.

“Cater! What does my love say?”

“Your love? Oh! That negotiator guy,” he says, “… Hey, where are your parents?” Cater asked, looking at you with a cheeky smile.

“Where are my parents?” You sigh from frustration and pull the blankets off the kid. “Don't keep it from me any longer! What did Azul say!?”

Cater laughs before standing from the bed and going to your closet. He looks at your more formal clothing and then picks something out for you. “When you go out today, meet him at the church. There, a man waits to marry you later today.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you heard the news. You took the outfit into your hands and left to change, finding even more reason to leave your home today.

Arriving at the church, you noticed the cars parked in front were all the same. When you entered the wide chapel, your eyes instantly met his, and the warm golden lights illuminated the design.

You had always been here before, but how the room lit up now was mesmerizing. Seeing Azul made the moment even better because it was only you and him. You made your way down before meeting with him, and how sweet he was.

Speaking vows and promises while looking at your love in the eyes, you could finally understand why a wedding day was so important. You knew you would never forget this day even if fate decided to take you away tomorrow.

His hands held yours and carefully slipped a silver band on your finger. That was it. You were officially married to him.

“I love you,” you whispered, seeming as if now was a dream that would slip through your fingers.

“I love you too,” he responded, giving you a kiss to conceal it together.

Azul had to leave after that because his negotiation work was urgent, but he still ensured you arrived home safely.

Under that guise, Azul arrived at his own mafia’s headquarters. The room was a bit tense as he walked into his boss’ office, only to find a man tied on the marble floor. The room was dim and added to the atmosphere that the organization strived for.

At the snap of a finger, the man became unmasked, to reveal one of your relatives. Azul looked surprised but quickly had to hide it.

“Boss. Is… this him?” Azul asked, looking his boss in the eye, but he was feeling a cold sweat for once.

“That’s right. You already know what you have to do. Don’t disappoint me, Ashengrotto.”

Azul nodded once and gestured to the guards to follow him with their victim, and he left behind them with a tense feeling.

Your relative? One whom he now shared names with through his dearly beloved, but did he really want to kill this man?

This man was a spy. Playing his organization like a game of chess, he could get away with it for a while, but his boss knew the truth from the beginning. The boss wasn’t an idiot, they wouldn’t be in the place they're in now if that was the case, so it wasn’t surprising.

This was different now, though.

Azul stared at this man’s back with hesitation. He didn’t want to do this to you, but this was his job. You knew that, too, but that wasn’t an excuse. Yet, if he didn’t do this, it was his life on the line along with this man.

You sat in your room while staring up at the statues of the Seven in your room, a warm smile on your face at the thought of your new husband, a lingering sadness that you couldn’t spend time with him.

“Oh, Seven… If only the stars could show me my husband now. If anything should happen, may the heavens take his soul and place it among the stars, so his radiance could illuminate the night, that not even the moon could compare,” you whispered to yourself while imagining Azul, causing you to smile more than you already were. “If only I could see him soon..”

Azul stood in front of the captured man with a bitter look in his eye. He called the guards off to be alone in the room, still hesitating about the choice in front of him.

“You know, you’re trembling… it’s obvious, buddy.” The man said with a laugh, his busted face still dripping some blood onto the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened, his voice slightly trembling. “What? Don’t say a word. Do not provoke me.”

“Why? Is the big man, Ashengrotto, finally scared?”

“Shut up—”

“What a baby. How the hell are you the right-hand man, if you can’t pull the trigger?”

“Don’t say anything else!”

“In my organization, you would’ve been killed for being this weak!”

“You don’t know a damn thing!” Azul yelled, swiftly taking out his gun and putting it to the man’s head. “Do you not wish to be saved? I can do that. I don’t want to do this. Not for…” His voice trailed off, a lump forming in his throat.

“Don’t be fucking weak. Do it!” The man yelled, messing around with the assassin in front of him. This man knew what he was doing but didn’t know the consequences.

The gun was taken off its safety as Azul took a deep breath, putting his personal emotions aside and speaking quieter. “To my beloved relative by name… May the Seven help you.”

The man grew confused before he was met with darkness. The sound of the gun echoing through the large room was enough of a message that it was over, but guilt started to take over the new silence.

“Shit… What the hell did I do?’ Azul whispered to himself before dropping the gun and staring at the corpse in front of him with disbelief.

You stared at the statues once again with a confused look on your face, at a loss for how to react. It had been a few hours, but you had just been told the news about your relative being killed by your husband’s hand.

“Say it isn’t so? Seven, don’t betray my heart this way… Am I supposed to criticize my husband? Speak ill of him? For the love he had for me, am I supposed to think of him as a traitor? Give up his word for actions?” You spoke to yourself, pleading with the gods above to give you an answer, but you received nothing.

Your heart ached at the deafening silence, and not even your ancestors could help you in this. It felt like your bloodline was shaming you for confiding in a sworn enemy, but you couldn't control who you could love...

Was it truly so easy to blame yourself for this?

Azul had quickly become a target under your family’s watchful eye. He had to do something, and quickly. Azul stared out the window from his office before he took a breath and fixed his glasses, only coming up with one answer.

“Guards, take me to them. I’ll be staying the night. In the meantime, prepare a burial.” Azul said calmly before grabbing his coat and leaving quickly.

You sat on your bed and tilted your head, hugging one of the pillows while thinking. Your mother left you to rest for the night, and you took the opportunity to lock yourself in. You let out a sigh and slowly stood up.

“Am I supposed to deny him? Divorce him for what he did? What a cruel thing to do to someone I love,” you said to yourself, but then you heard footsteps come in through your window.

The sound immediately caught your attention, and you were met with Azul standing there with regret in his eyes. You slowly went closer without your eyes moving away, scared that he would disappear.

“I’m sorry,” Azul whispered, his already sad eyes becoming glassy with the tears he couldn’t keep back anymore. “I swear to you and the Seven above, I didn’t want to do it—”

“I believe you. I can see it in your eyes. It was either that… or death, right? I know how this business goes, but that still won’t stop me from loving you.” You responded just as quietly, then looked over his body to make sure he didn’t have any injuries. Just doing this made your heart race.

Your hands slid down his coat to take it off, the ruffling sound of it hitting the ground mixing with the sounds of breathing and pattering rain hitting the ground outside. It made you a bit relieved that he could reach you before the rain began, but your heart rate wasn’t slowing down.

You loosened his tie and took off a few buttons so he could relax, but you were nervous. You guess… it’s kind of late to be nervous when you’re already married to him. Regardless, your hands just went with the flow, even if you didn’t have any experience in this aspect.

Azul watched your movements carefully before he leaned closer, taking off his glasses in the process. Your eyes met his indigo irises, your hands made their way to his neck and shoulder, and your heart was about to explode.

You willingly closed the space and kissed him as you knew he was about to do the same to you, but he returned it so gently. It was different from the time you met at the casino or in the pool that same night, but it felt perfect. Neither of you wanted to let go.

Morning came too fast. Azul woke up to the harsh reality of what was going to happen today. Any slight movement he made easily woke you up, but you could only give a small groan since you weren’t ready to get up yet. That noise made him smile and laugh before he sat up to see how you slowly opened your eyes

“It’s too early, and not time for you to go.” You whispered with a tired voice, still exhausted from the events of the day prior. Azul quickly moved to hover above you within the blink of an eye as your words caused him to feel warm.

“Then let’s not get out of these sheets—delay the morning by never coming out. I can appreciate just how divine my spouse looks while you look up at me like that.” Azul began playfully, slowly becoming genuine and affectionate with his words.

Before you could respond, Cater ran into your room and closed the door behind him, causing Azul to fall off your bed from surprise. “Your mother is on the way! Quick!” He said with panic, swiftly moving around to help out.

Azul got all of his things and you let him escape from the window, following him onto the balcony. He pulled you into a kiss for a moment before letting you go. “Stay safe. I’m sorry for what I did.”

You shook your head and gave him a gentle smile, placing your lips against his for a few seconds. “I love you. I love you more than anything. My life is yours.”

“My love…” Azul said somberly and sighed, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You felt the emotion he was feeling by just the way he was acting, and it left you confused. You looked at him with concern before giving him your ring from the day before.

You kissed the engraving on the band before placing the ring in his palm. “Just be safe. I will try to find out if something grave is being planned in hopes of stopping it.”

Azul just stayed quiet before he pushed you back inside your bedroom and quietly left. That was it between you two for now. You stared at the bed in front of you as your stomach began to turn in a bad way, but you could only whisper something to yourself as you fixed the robe you had put on when rushing.

“Letting someone out and bringing light in—why do I have a feeling that it will be in vain?”

Azul stood in the church that had become special to him less than twenty-four hours ago, holding a small bottle in the palm of his hand, along with your ring and necklace beside it.

There was a war going on outside. He was the head that they wanted to capture for killing your father’s brother, an eye for an eye, and he didn’t want you to be brought into it. He was thankful that you could forgive him and still keep your love, but he didn’t deserve it after making you grieve for the loss of a relative and the loss of his presence beside yours.

He made sure to kiss the ring and the cross charm from your necklace, before putting them both on and staring up at the painted murals from the church’s ceiling, a soft expression at the memory of exchanging vows that were so fresh to him.

Without much hesitance, Azul popped open the small container and dropped some pills into his palm. His boss gave him these after he proposed to fake his death until this was over, composing a plan once a certain number of their kin had been killed in his stead.

One, two, three. Pills disappeared as Azul swallowed them. The drugs were quick, as he felt his heart begin to slow down and his breathing was coming to struggle for air. The church echoed the sounds of his quick suffering, until turning as quiet as the sleeping city he committed his sins.

In the morning, Cater ran into your room to find you clutching your chest, but not a single tear in your eyes. You were more shocked than anything. Your father stopped the war at the moment of finding out that their target was dead. Your husband was dead.

Cater, who was breathing heavily from running, went over to your side with a saddened look, letting out a sigh at the immense despair he could feel around you. “Cos, I’m sorry, but now… what’s your plan?”

Silence.

Nothing was your plan. How could there be a plan? The love you harbored couldn’t be shared with the one you married anymore. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, a hidden tear finally dropping down your cheek.

Cater noticed your silence and went to lock your door, “He’s laid to rest at the church. I’ll take you to him.”

Your body was simply guided by Cater now. He dressed you the best way that he could, in a way that your parents wouldn’t find suspicious. You hadn’t uttered a word or looked at him, but instead kept yourself together as if it was taking its time to affect you.

Your parents believed that you were grieving over your uncle’s death, so they left you alone. With that, Cater could take you over to the church during the sunset hour.

When you arrived, he guided you in and let your eyes lay upon the empty cathedral. The door closed behind you as Cater didn’t step in to leave you on your own. Finally being by yourself, you could relax as tears filled your eyes at the sight of the bed at the end of the aisle.

You slowly made your way closer and closer, each step making a sound that echoed through the space. The closer you got, the more detailed his body became. With gentleness and care, your hand wrapped around his and it felt weird.

“My love, death hasn’t taken your warmth yet?” You speak quietly and caress his cheek while holding back your tears. “You look as if life is still within you, and a peaceful sleep is all that affects you,” you said while leaning down to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Even your lips are as warm as the day. How precious…”

You went quiet after and closed your eyes, letting out a small sob before covering your eyes with your hands. The tears ran down your cheeks before being wiped away, not wanting to cry too bad after.

“What a cruel world we were born into,” you say quietly to your husband’s body before you look up at the ceiling above you, memories flashing through your head. A smile finally showed on your face at the thought of Azul, like his face and name always had these days.

You looked down as you held something in your hand. A small dagger with a black shine to it. You placed the tip of the blade at your chest and pierced yourself with it, the pain not being at all the same as losing the love of your life. You only let out a small wince and looked down at your husband, only to find him with a look of horror and his eyes wide open.

“No, you—” Azul started but quickly reacted to sit up and pull you to lay down where he was, struggling breaths coming from you as the blood seeped out of your wound. Azul tried to take it out, but your grip on the handle was strong even though your body was growing weak.

“What—” You whispered, tears falling down from your eyes as you tried to think, but you could only stare at Azul with a blurry vision from how fast your life was being taken away from you. “Why…?”

“Why? To protect you. Why would you follow me?” Azul asked with tears coming up to his own eyes. He held you tightly as if that would stop the slow death you were experiencing, but he wasn’t doing anything. He couldn’t. “Why wouldn’t you want to live?”

“Live…” You whispered, your slow blinking accompanied by a small smile only made this more bitter than it was, a gasp coming from you before you spoke again. “I couldn’t live without you.”

These words were soon followed by silence. A quiet breath was let go from you. Your body grew limp and still. Your hands had finally let go of the dagger that had you inflicted on yourself, but it was too late.

Azul just stared in a still stance, still holding you. He waited for something. Anything. A sign of life. Something to check if you were still there with him. When he didn’t get anything, he let out loud sobs while holding your lifeless body close to him, even putting out a few screams from the agony that surrounded his heart.

Every sound and movement he made echoed and pierced his ears with desperation and regret. If only he had told you the plan. If only he ran away with you instead, you would still be alive and smiling at him.

After his moment of grieving, he looked up and down at you, but then his eyes stopped at the blood-stained clothes you had on. His eyes locked onto the dagger before he carefully pulled it out and stared at the blade.

The question he asked you earlier wasn’t in his mind anymore. Even if he stayed alive, he would die at the hands of your family once they realized that he was alive and that you died with him beside you. He couldn’t live without you either.

He stared at you for a moment before he took your hand into his and he closed his eyes. He placed the dagger against his neck and let out a breath before his body fell right next to yours, and a deafening silence befell them.

Two lovers. Both alike in dignity, now gone in mere moments from their organization’s strife. Young adults with so much more to life and love to share, could not stop the rage of others. A love story that ended so tragically changed the outcome of the respectful lives that they could’ve had.

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