#i am also a bit wary of the asks i might get after posting this but... em...

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@fifthnormani replied: I want to TRY to answer that question (at least from my own perspective). I do try to avoid adding the Jewish part and just say "zionist" BECAUSE Israel is trying so hard to change the definition of antisemitism to mean antizionism and I want to push back against it, make it clear they are not the same thing.

And also, just like how ISIS and Osama and whatever… led to a lot of good people believing propaganda about Islam being a Bad Religion, I worry too about my fellow goy believing that Judaism is a Bad Religion full of Bad People so I try to push back against that. So yes, I try to just say "zionist" and not "Jewish" for those reasons. And also remind them of the 9:1 ratio of Christian zionists. I hope this answers your question?

hi, replying to your replies in a reblog just since it's a little easier text-wise but let me know if you're not comfortable with this and I'll remove this post.

I do appreciate this perspective. and here are a few thoughts it sparks in me, not meant to be read as any sort of rebuke, just, my own personal feelings in response

I think it is great to understand that "Jewish" and "Zionist" are separate terms with separate meanings and think about which one is appropriate to use in which situation! I would also add that personally, I think being a Jewish Zionist or a non-Jewish Zionist is a distinction that not always but OFTEN can help set important context in discussion of a person or group. I also think what country (or countries) that person lives in or has lived in are often relevant to contextualizing their viewpoint - I often see people conflate "Israeli" and "Zionist" or use them interchangeably, which imo is also unhelpful in most cases. Even Israeli Jewish Zionists and US Jewish Zionists are coming at it from different contexts and while that might not be obvious from the outside, hoo boy, it's a thing. I think MOST if not all discussions of individuals and groups w/r/t this issue require more precise description than simply Zionist or not zionist/antizionist.

"Israel is trying so hard to change the definition of antisemitism to mean antizionism" - Not trying to be needlessly nitpicky here (esp bc you may well know this but were limited by character count in your reply and thus used shorthand) but it's not just "Israel" doing this; it's a lot of different types of people who push this for similar but slightly different reasons. The ADL is a major player in this push and that's a US-based organization (don't wanna get into a dissection of the ADL's reasons for doing that and all the complicated icky nature of it here, that is a whole big can of worms, but in any case they are not an Israeli group). I'm sure you've seen how conservative politicians in the US have pushed that notion, too - not only to help justify US military aid to Israel, but also to seize a chance to attack universities, and especially women (and women of color) in leadership positions in higher education. For another (non-exhaustive) example, that conflation of criticism of Israel with antisemitism is also somewhat entrenched in Germany, at least in part because "Guilt over the Holocaust sits deep in the national psyche. ... Critics say that has become the pretext for unconditional support [of Israel]."

As for the comparison to Islamophobia in the US due to propaganda and the "war on terror"... I agree with you; I think that's a good analogy. But I disagree somewhat with your takeaway from that analogy. I would pose this comparison - which I will preface by saying it's IMPERFECT, but I hope it's still clear what I mean. I would compare the way "zionist" is being used by many people lately to the word "terrorist" in the context of Islamophobia. Like "Zionist", "terrorist" takes the focus away from the person or group's religious or ethnic background and puts it on their actions instead - which is how we WANT to think of things, right? People aren't bad because of what they ARE, but because of what they DO, right? However, as you know, in the last couple decades (and still in the present) "terrorist" starts to have a... certain association with it, in the US. It becomes a loaded word, and in some contexts, a dogwhistle. And it doesn't mean EVERY time that word is used, it's being used as a dogwhistle, that's the tricky part. I wanna be clear here that I do not believe (as some have begun claiming, lately) that "Zionist" is becoming a dogwhistle or slur for Jews overall. But I think it's beginning to enter into a similar territory as "terrorist" in that, while there are many people using it appropriately where it is a descriptor that makes sense, there are also some who have begun using it as a shorthand. A catch-all word for "people on the wrong side of this issue," which then translates into "people who are okay to hate," or even "people that We, as Good People, have an obligation to hate and shun." I will say once more because I don't want to be misinterpreted, I DO NOT MEAN TO SAY THAT ALL USES OF THE WORD "ZIONIST" ARE PROBLEMATIC, nor that Zionism should not be criticized, nor it should not be used as a descriptor where it is an appropriate descriptor. But I WILL push back against using it as a single-descriptor-shorthand, because as I said above, I think that's more harmful than helpful in A LOT of contexts. imo the best practice is to think about a) the context of who the person/org you're talking about is, and b) what specific words, actions, or beliefs they have that prompt you to put them in the category of "zionist" - because people use that label for a huuuuuuuge range of things from like "posted 'i stand with israel' on october 8" to "government or military leader who is an active force extending the ongoing genocide." And that's not even to mention the fact that the word "zionist" itself means completely different things to many self-identified Zionists than it does to self-identified antizionists (i think I've posted about that on here before), which is not to say that holding Zionist viewpoints is fine and chill and shouldn't be criticized, but that this difference of definition further complicates the use of that word as a catch-all descriptor of "people who are Wrong"

gotta go out of bullet points for this next bit because i had more to say than I thought lol. once again, I don't intend for this to sound harsh or angry at YOU whatsoever, just my own frustrations with certain narratives I've seen around this issue in general.

re: the 9-to-1 ratio (which I must disclaim here I conjured from memory from that instagram post so I'm not certain if that's an accurate/exact statistic) of Christian Zionists to Jewish Zionists. So, like i said, that's important info to know, it's good context, I'm not saying anyone SHOULDN'T talk about that. And I can see why that statistic, especially to non-jewish antizionists, feels like something worth highlighting. And I'm sure it feels comforting, too, like that bit at the end of a Scooby-Doo episode when they pull the mask off the ghost and it's just a guy. "ooh, phew, turns out Zionism is actually just a White Western Christian problem!"

But the truth is that 9-to-1 ratio says way less about "Jews are totally not culpable for the harms caused by Zionism" and way more about how small the global Jewish population is.

Jews are about 2% of the US population and 0.2% of the global population. So right away, if we go from that supposed 9:1 ratio, even without doing any math (I WOULD do the math out if I was certain of the accuracy of that statistic, but I also can't remember if it was attempting to break down Zionists solely in the US or in the world), you can tell that Jewish people are a wee bit over-represented in that "10%" of Zionists.

In other words, just because a majority of Zionists are not Jewish, that does not imply that that a majority of Jews are not Zionists.

It's a bit tricky to actually answer the question "what percent of Jewish people are Zionists and what percent are not?" for several reasons, including:

as mentioned before, "Zionist" and non-Zionist/anti-zionist tend to have different meanings within the Jewish community than they do to many outside of it

relatedly, a lot of Jewish people have complicated feelings around this issue and prefer not to explicitly situate themselves in one of those particular categories, which makes it tougher to measure

even determining who counts as JEWISH for the purpose of these statistics can sometimes be contentious (look at the link above to Wikipedia's page on the Jewish population to see some of the breakdown of how and why different people are sometimes counted or not counted)

even when this research is done, sometimes the groups conducting and/or reporting this data have their own agendas which can contribute to misleading presentation of the data. :/

But anyway. With all those caveats, let's look at some of the data that's out there for American Jews specifically. (I'm gonna pull out some of the most relevant statistics from these Pew research polls, but I do recommend clicking the links and reading thru all the data collected - there are lots of different questions asked and breakdowns by age, political affiliation, level of religious observance, etc.)

As of February 2024, 74% of US Jewish adults surveyed supported US military aid to Israel. (lower percentages in the 18-34 age bracket, but still a majority - 61%.)

As of February 2024, 89% of US Jewish adults surveyed said they see Israel's reasons for the war on Hamas (Pew research's wording, not mine) as valid, and 62% of US Jewish adults surveyed said they believed the way Israel is carrying out its war in Gaza is acceptable.

There's obviously even more nuance and detail to dig into there (and I encourage doing so!) but to circle back to the original point of my first post and my response to your response... (deep breath)...

It is true that a majority of "Zionists" (in simplest terms) are not Jewish. But it is also true that a majority of Jews are "Zionists" (in simplest terms).

So, avoiding addressing the relationship between Judaism and Zionism, in my opinion, is not so helpful as it might seem to be to you or other well-meaning allies. Because... If your goal is to avoid your comments being perceived as antisemitic, just saying "Zionist" and never talking about the overlap of Zionism and Judaism might well leave you in the clear with other non-Jews. but it will not put you in the clear with a significant portion of Jews. I am not saying that is my own personal opinion, but it is true that many Jewish people hear statements of condemnation of all "Zionists" as fundamentally antisemitic - (often due to them working with a different definition of "Zionist", as I've written about before). You might be picturing a Republican US Congressman who gleefully calls all Gazan people "terrorists" and takes money from AIPAC to campaign for sending more and more bombs to Israel when you say something like "Zionists need to go", but a bunch of Jews are hearing that and thinking you want them expelled from their homes or killed simply for holding the belief that Jewish people should be safe in their homeland. (Again, that is not my personal belief, but that is the kind of interpretation you will get from some people if you are not specific in your wording).

Plus, a lack of specificity just obfuscates what you're talking about. If you want to talk about an issue that's specifically or mainly due to Christian Zionists, then say that. If you want to talk about an issue that's specifically or mainly due to US oil interests in the middle east and how its military support for israel is largely motivated by that, then say that. Those are real issues that SHOULD be talked about. But... they're not the whole story?? and just like you can't be antiracist without ever talking about race, you can't avoid being antisemitic ('being antiantisemitic', if you will? lmao) without ever talking about Jews, including the fact that many, but not all, Jews, within Israel and in other countries, support Israel's conduct in this war and in the last 100 years with few or no qualms. There are also many Jews who support it with LARGE AMOUNTS OF QUALMS, or do not support it whatsoever. Yep. But learning more and understanding about that range of viewpoints, and yes, sitting in the truth that this is a Jewish issue as much as it is an American/Western issue, is important.

Yes, we should talk about Christian Zionists and US Imperialism, but we should also talk about the far-right nationalist movement in Israel that basically amounts to Jewish Supremacy and, believe it or not, is not the position of all Israelis. And we should also talk about the attitude held by a large portion of both Israeli and US Jews that amounts to some version of, "Well, the far-right nationalists and Netanyahu suck, but Hamas/Hezbollah/Iran are too dangerous and antisemitism is too powerful, so we have no choice but to support the slaughter of Palestinians in order to keep Jews safe", which you may rightfully feel is just as bad of a mindset as that held by the far-right nationalists who actively WANT to kill or expel all Palestinians, but it is a distinct mindset. We should also talk about paths forward that address the fact Jewish people do have history in the Levant, but so do Palestinians, obviously, and both have a right to be there, but Jews' right to be there cannot come at the expense or exclusion of Palestinians. And we should talk about the fact that Zionism as a notion is fueled in part by a legitimate desire of some Jews to remain in a land where they have heritage, as well as a legitimate fear of antisemitism across the world. I believe none of that remotely justifies the material consequences of Zionism, but it is important to understand and acknowledge that those factors play a significant role in the history of Israel and Palestine as well as the present and future, because that is reality. And yeah, a lot of non-Jewish people and forces have become major proponents of Zionism over the years because they find it useful for their own reasons, but it was a Jewish movement at the start. Trying to ignore that won't prevent antisemitism. Antisemitism existed long before Zionism, and antisemitism is not based in logic. So avoiding the fact that some (or even a lot) of Jewish people are, to different degrees and for different reasons, on the "wrong" side of this issue, does nothing to stop antisemitism.

tl;dr I guess you could say BROADLY my frustration is more with a lack of detail and nuance around this issue in general in favor of a black and white, "Israel vs. Palestine," "Zionist (wrong) vs. AntiZionist (good)" framing. but when it comes to the particular area of discussing how Judaism and Jewish people fit in, I believe that more clarity and specificity is the key to addressing antisemitism, rather than just trying to tiptoe around it.

saw a post saying “the only reason Israel exists is because of western oil interests” - and my thoughts here aren’t specific to that one post but a similar Sentiment I feel like I’ve seen a bunch… it feels… off to me when I see ppl on the left express this notion that Israel is wrong and evil BUT NOT Jewish!!! They don’t want to be antisemitic and they know that Israel does not represent all Jews, and they also want to call out other factors that ARE very significant factors in the past & present of Israel’s militarized existence, but they go so hard in that direction that like… it gives me the Bad Vibes in a different way. Different example that gave me a similar feeling - couple weeks back I remember seeing several friends shared an insta post that was all about Christian Zionism with stats and graphs showing the numbers of Christian zionists, how way more zionists are Christians than Jews, like a 9:1 ratio, and it also said something like “ZIONISM IS ANTISEMITISM”. Which - I wanna be clear, I do think raising awareness of that info is helpful, and I do personally feel that Zionism is harmful to everyone including Jews (but I wouldn’t call it ‘antisemitic’ bc I feel that’s deliberately pushing the limits of words in a way that less clear and more inflammatory than it should be).

But anyway both of these examples feel that common thread to me of like - calling out REAL factors that are at play in Israel’s creation, continued existence, relationship with US (and other) imperialism, but also… like… trying so hard to say “it’s not about Jews, it’s not about Jews at alllllllll!” When like. IT IS A LITTLE ABOUT JEWS, PAL? and it’s okay to acknowledge that?? And honestly I think trying that hard to ignore or talk around the notion of Israel as a Jewish homeland EVEN IF YOU DO NOT PERSONALLY AGREE WITH THAT NOTION OR THE WAY ZIONISM HAS USED VIOLENCE AND COLONIALISM TO MAKE IT HAPPEN, just makes it harder to contend w the reality of the situation. let alone communicate w people who aren’t already on the same exact page about this issue as you are. Like this attempt to try to critique Israel while so desperately talking around the Jewish part is well-meaning, I know, and probably in part a practical defense/response against those who continue to lob accusations of antisemitism against any critique of Israel, but at some point you sound ridiculous

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More dark hcs

We have a bunch of asks about some dark-themed hcs, I’ll try to reply to everything today. As always, it took me ages, but I am still grateful for these asks. Thank you to all the Anons in this post!

Ships mentioned in this post: Ortho/Idia (Igni mob/Idia), Floyd/Idia, Jade/Idia, Trey/Idia, Trey/Vil

Anonymous asked:

Do you have yandere headcanons for tweels? Or they are not much different in your opinion?

In terms of darkness and fucked-up-ness, they really aren’t very different; I feel like every single hc list we have for the tweels is somewhat dark, but! A yandere is a bit different because yandere’s actions are motivated by obsessive love and devotion.

And I am not saying that Jade and Floyd with their “now I’m interested, now I’m not” personalities can’t get obsessive, but it’s a bit more tricky for me to think about them in this scenario. But “tricky” doesn’t mean “impossible”, so yes, I do in fact have some yandere headcanons for them! I hope I don’t repeat myself though, sorry if I do.

The target of their obsession in this list is Idia, I hope this is okay with you.

Alright, let’s go then:

Anonymous asked:

Just to complete all of Idia’s evil exes, how about headcanons for the Tweels and Trey as yanderes for him (Sorry, Idia, I swear I do love you 😭)

(Idia deserves all the love, especially if it’s obsessive, Anon….)

Jade+Floyd/Idia:

The more Idia tries to avoid them, the more obsessive they become. They didn’t mind him paying attention to other people and doing other stuff at first, but the more Idia openly avoids the Tweels, the more they want him. At first they just started to get clingier: Floyd literally started touching and hugging Idia all the time, Jade – texting Idia every other minute and cooking for him. It was almost funny and cute at first (not to Idia though): it’s as if Idia just got two love interests at the same time!

One day they would just break every single gadget and machine in his room. For no reason other than they really wanted his attention, and he didn’t give it to them. Of course, Idia would be absolutely distraught after that, but it’s okay, they are here to cuddle him while he is having a panic attack. Or haze him more… these two are such childish jealous brats sometimes. They might even dispose of Ortho if there is “no other choice” for them.

Sometimes they get jealous of each other too, but it’s mostly just Floyd getting fussy. Still, it was Jade’s suggestion to start marking Idia’s body just so they each know which part of him belongs to whom. Sometimes they start arguing about it, but it’s for a show: they know that Idia gets nervous and scared because of that, so if they poke him enough, he might start promising things! Like, maybe he’d give one part of his to Jade first, but then give it to Floyd… what other things Idia could promise them? They wonder.

DMMD Virus and Trip Ending. If you know, you know. If you don’t know: I think they would kidnap him at some point and keep him as their plaything. Sometimes they would take turns, sometimes they would have sex with him together, sometimes they would just sit there and talk about how everyone else is doing while Idia is stuck here with these two. Idia’s body got used to the pain (and pleasure), but the emotional torture keeps Idia’s wounds fresh.

If this is what happens, they would make everyone think that Idia is dead because now he only exists to be their precious toy. Even Azul wouldn’t know that Idia is still alive, and the Tweels would find it hilarious because they would have a somber conversation with Azul about how horrible Idia’s fate is, and then come back home to see him tied to a bed, hungry, miserable and barely resembling a human being. But oh so loved!

Trey/Idia:

Maybe one of the reasons why Trey got so obsessed with Idia is that Idia sees right through him (even though Trey’s also in denial about many things about himself). And while choosing whether to be wary of Trey or to call him out for his lies, Idia chose both… At first, Trey felt confusion, but then his interest in Idia just kept growing, and then he started to show up in his dorm again and again. People started gossiping  that these two are dating, and that Idia probably used some kind of charm or love potion to attract Trey. The second part is obviously false, but the dating part became true at some point… somehow.

Yes, teeth, OF COURSE we’re going to talk about teeth, come on, it’s Trey. Trey brushes Idia’s teeth for him. At first he just checked on his teeth every morning and evening, then one time he brushed Idia’s teeth for him just to show him a proper way to do it… but now he does it 3 times per day every single day. This isn’t just him taking care of Idia’s teeth (even though he always talks about how Idia isn’t going to do a good job if Trey isn’t helping him, and somehow phrase it in a nice way), this is him having a special tradition only for them…

Idia knows that Trey is bad news, and he doesn’t even fully understand why they started dating, but he just can’t resist him anymore. Trey seems so wishy-washy to others, but Idia knows that he could be stubborn and strict in a very sneaky way. They never argue, but Idia still can never “win” somehow – he always has to do what Trey thinks would be best for him. And Trey genuinely believes that he knows best, sometimes he thinks that Idia is a bit… inadequate at living. But he feels it very lovingly, very parentally, but still very-very sexually somehow… in his ideal world, Idia would rely on him so much that he would stop doing anything by himself, even the most basic things.

Idia never talks to anyone, but if he does, Trey gets jealous. He is very jealous of whoever Idia is talking to while he is playing games. Sometimes he wishes he could just break all of his computers and stuff like the Tweels would, but these aren’t his methods. His methods are to poison Idia’s sweets to make him so sick that he wouldn’t be able to do anything but throw up, cry and cling to Trey for a couple of days. It’s okay, when he gets better, Trey will nurse him right back and make sure he eats plenty.

He is very protective of Idia, and if someone is legitimately mean to him, he’ll never forgive that person. For some reason it’s easier for him to stand up against Idia’s bullies than to stand up against Riddle’s mom lol Anyways, with his mind being all messed up because of this obsession, he might actually do the yandere thing of killing a bunch of people for Idia’s sake. He’ll never let Idia know about it of course, but Idia isn’t stupid: he can see that something about Trey’s eyes changed. And he is legitimately scared of him.

Yeah, speaking of Trey! What a smooth segue lol

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your character thoughts! I was wondering if you dive a bit into Trey's darker side and some more TreyVil headcanons? Thank you!

Thank you for enjoying our posts, Anon! <3 Trey/Vil as a ship doesn’t appear here very often, but I feel like whenever I think about them together, they just keep growing on me woah.

Of course Trey is obsessed with Vil’s teeth, that’s a given. And even though Trey doesn’t have Rook levels of dedication to his creepiness craft and doesn’t know everyone’s dental situation, he still thinks that Vil is one of the best ones. He was also lucky enough to witness Vil’s evening routine once, and while Vil found it intimate in a subtle way, to Trey it was so much more than that. He started dreaming about the way Vil brushes his teeth all the time. It’s so elegant, but still a bit messy (a little bit of toothpaste stuck to his lip for a couple of seconds before he rinses his mouth…), but also absolutely perfect, but also so… vulnerable before Trey’s eyes. He really wanted to masturbate while touching his teeth.

The fact that Vil is more experienced and sexually aware than some other potential partners of Trey is something that Trey has to constantly keep in mind. He does enjoy Vil being flirty and even hinting at things at times, but at the same time, if Trey gets too horny, Vil will definitely notice and address it. And it’s great when the timing is more or less appropriate, but if Vil notices that Trey is horned up when they’re discussing things like dental hygiene (embarrassing) or something horrible (like things that happen in the film industry)… then Vil might realise that he gets bad vibes from Trey for a reason and stop talking to him, and Trey doesn’t want that.

Trey has a rape kink, and he wishes it was purely hypothetical. Sometimes he has intrusive thoughts when he chats or hangs out with Vil about how technically he could assault him right here, or at least try to (since Vil isn’t that easy to assault). But would the thrill be worth the risk? Trey usually decides that it wouldn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that sometimes he dreams about different scenarios in which he would rape Vil. And he isn’t always fully asleep when he has these dreams…

One time Trey saw Vil being very puzzled, angry and a bit embarrassed. He knew exactly why, but asked him about what was going on anyway, and after avoiding answering for some time, Vil confessed that somebody stole his used underwear. Trey expressed that this was super messed up and comforted Vil, gently ensuring him that it will be okay… and it’s honestly a miracle that Vil didn’t notice that Trey was lying through his teeth. Of course it was him who stole it. Another intrusive thought.

Trey would love to make Vil obsessed with his cakes, and by “obsessed” I mean “literally addicted”. Vil is way too good at avoiding sweets, but this could be changed if Trey figures out how to make a potion, one drop of which would make anyone who takes a bite addicted to this food forever. Of course, Vil is great at potions, and there is no way just any potion would work on him, so for now Trey is experimenting and using his own dormmates as guinea pigs. This is his private science project that he has to keep in secret from both Vil AND Rook…

Or something among the lines~

Alright, I don’t have a segue for this one, but let’s come back to Idia for a moment because we have another ask about him!

This is related to this post.

Anonymous asked:

I know you went into this in another post but what other ways has Ortho had other students haze Idia?

Alright, a couple of more ideas! Not a lot though, because I can’t share some because I want to draw them, and also I am a bit tired lol but still, I am happy you like this theme, Anon! You’re inspiring me to think about it more…

Ortho didn’t intend it to be a roast, but he made the other students chant at Idia about his love for Ortho when he left his room one time. This poor guy opened the door and got called a brocon by like 40 people. He got so terrified and shocked that he couldn’t move for a minute.

Another one that Ortho didn’t expect to end up being so evil is that he let the other students into Idia’s room at night and let them steal all of his clothes + his blanket, including the ones he was wearing while asleep. Idia woke up completely naked with zero clothes and a bunch of people outside waiting for him to laugh at him and take pictures.

Another time when Ortho let the guys into Idia’s room at night was when he wanted them to wake him up in a fun way! And the guys ambushed his bed, grabbing him, jumping on him, spraying him with water and making loud noises into his ears. After that Idia started stuttering, and it continued for a week… it’s a miracle it went away, to be honest. And also he pissed himself.

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Running into an Idol - Bang Chan

Hello lovelies! Bang Chan posted on his Instagram story, which means (drum roll please) 🥁I get to write a story off the pictures! If you're new here, I like to write short stories based off Chan's photos.

So this one is a bit more delusional, I hope you like it. Honestly, I think it feels rushed but hope you enjoy it. Also, did you get to stay up for his four hour birthday live?? I only saw 30 minutes of it before heading to bed. 😅 But let's jump on into the story, let's go!

Warnings: a tiny bit of cussing, attempted kidnapping (I promise it's not bad but still putting the warning as trigger for any of my readers).

Music recommendation: Beautiful Stranger by Laufey

Work let you go pretty late, having you cover for a few people who called out today. You wanted nothing more than to be home, relaxing in your bed, watching your favorite show after a hot shower.

After gathering your things and heading out the building, you entered the night fresh air, happy it finally stopped raining since it's been raining for the past three days.

Making your way over to the bus stop you felt as if someone was following you, your gut feeling was making you sick, afraid to even look. The eyes felt directly on you and it could be felt burning your body.

The second you turned your head this guy says hello right next you, making you jump in your spot.

"Go away!!" You screamed about to take off running but he grabbed your hand.

"I just want to talk." You shook free of his grip, quickly running away from this random human.

As you were trying to run to the bus stop, you saw another man with a backpack exiting a building close by. You thought he might be able to help.

"Excuse me sir," you tapped him on the shoulder, before hunching over out of breath. You tried to find air so you could explain the situation but before you could the man ran up and grabbed your arm.

"Do you know her?" The man with the backpack and black beanie said.

The man who had a grip on your arm looked at him angrily, "I do, who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend, who the fuck are you?"

You looked at the kind stranger with large eyes, thankful for his lie, until you were able to really look at him. You couldn't believe who was in front of you. A man who's music saved your life, with the help of seven others, was standing right in front of you.

The man panicked and let go of your arm, running away from you both.

"Are you okay?" The kind stranger asked.

"I am now...thank you," you said nervously while your heart was pounding against your chest. You didn't know if it was from almost being taken away or because of THE Bang Chan standing in front of you.

"Are you just leaving work??" He sounded concerned, noticing your attire and bags in your hand."

"Yeah..."

"This late??"

"We had some people call off so I had to help do their work. But your leaving work late too?"

"I am but you shouldn't be out here on your own."

"I know but it's work.. what can you do?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Anyways, thank you for that." You were about to walk towards the bus stop when you heard his feet hitting against the concrete before he reached your side.

"Are you heading to the bus?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll come with you."

"What??" You snapped your neck, looking at him as if he grew two heads. You couldn't believe he would offer to accompany you.

He could see your wary stare, smiling to show he means no harm towards you and genuinely wants to make sure you're okay.

"If you don't want me to...."

You figured he could provide you company and safety on your bus ride home. "No no, I'd love it if you did," you said with a nervous smile because you didn't think to ever run into a member of Stray Kids, let alone them joining you on the bus.

"So where do you work at?" Chan asked, trying to make small talk before the bus arrived.

You told him of your job and how you came to South Korea for it and started talking as if you guys have been friends for years.

The conversations continued on the bus as you both couldn't help but laugh at something he said. You were having your real life Channie's room and thought you would be waking up any second from this dream.

He was wondering why you didn't recognize him. He thought maybe you were being polite but either way he was enjoying his time with you -talking about whatever random thing crosses each other's minds.

"Well this is my stop." You said after looking out the window and noticing the familiar buildings appearing in view.

Both of you wanted to ask for each other's numbers but it's as if you were the same person - being too shy to ask the other. So getting up from your seat, you bowed to the kind stranger you just met, but felt as if you've known for years, and headed off the bus. You did one quick look behind your shoulder to see him sitting there waiting for you to enter your building.

He flashed a cute dimple smile as you turned around to open the door. You bowed one more time and smiled, feeling different emotions but choosing to be excited about meeting a member of Stray Kids.

...

A couple days go by and it's finally Sunday, where you planned to lay around the house, doing nothing before work the next day.

You were watching TV when a notification popped up on your phone screen that was Bang Chan going live.

Quickly turning YouTube on your TV, up popped Chan's beautiful bare face that you saw the night he saved you. Your heart began to flutter, a smile snuck onto your face without your realizing it as you listened to him talk.

He was doing Channie's room like he usually does until he started talking about how he met an incredible person a couple nights ago. "They were really nice and the conversations we had made me feel like a real person, felt genuine. I wish to see them again."

Staring at the TV, with no movement and no breathing, you couldn't wrap your mind around what he said. What the hell??

"I hope to run into them again," he said with a huge smile. "Maybe tomorrow."

Now do I risk staying late again for him or go home without seeing him again? You rubbed your temples gingerly with your fingers, trying to come up with a solution - deciding to stay late tomorrow that way you can cross paths with him again.

[luimagines]

HI PINKY ! 🎻 Anon here ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

My finals went overall quite well! (Except for one final but my overall grade was still fine so we're all good) I did end up having my ceiling of my room collapse though! (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ Gotta love landlords that refuse to do proper house maintenance on century old homes. So right before finals had my ceilings collapse, then had finals while stuck sleeping in the living room (to be fair the couch was comfy but the whole setup is less than ideal), and then literally the evening after my last final flew out to literal other side of the planet for college visits. So needless to say I've been rather tired recently! It's been fun though and I also got to see some family that I rarely see again so that was nice. BUT! I finally have the mental bandwidth to send in an ask again. So enough with the dramatic rambling about my life I have more ideas about the human hero reader I thought of!

So! I learned just the other day that an army captain is actually kinda low rank. (At least in the US military, can't speak to other systems) And you usually get there within like 4 years of your career as an officer. And if Wars is around 24-26ish (at least that's how old I usually imagine him since he's one of the older members of the group but not like OLD) and he would have started his time in the military as like a 17-18 year old, buddy boy would actually be behind on his career. (Stick with me this will all come together I swear!)

So I imagine human hero reader (I'm calling them hh!reader for my sanity to specify from here on out for my sanity) ended up getting pulled into the military after saving Hyrule. They really don't like being there, but the royal family of that time doesn't really give reader a choice. I'd imagine them most likely being a very low rank enlisted soldier. (If you require explanations for anything just let me know. I am more than happy to explain and understand most people haven't been raised around this stuff) But because reader didn't want to join the military in the first place and Warriors is one of the MOST wary member of the chain they would probably butt heads quite a bit. I imagine reader with an attitude of while they're usually a very nice person to be around they can hold a strong grudge and aren't afraid to tell someone if they're being an idiot. Not something that goes over well in the military. So reader probably targets at least some of that frustration to the resident military man. And something that would be rather easy to go for is that fact that he still hasn't been promoted. This would probably devolve into him telling them that they suck as a soldier until reader snaps and said they never had any choice in the matter and they storm off. Probably one of the their merry little band would go after reader. I think Sky might be best since he's a knight himself so he'd have a better idea what they were going through. Wind would also be an interesting option especially if it's after the whole "We're the same since we both made the active decision to save Hyrule!" moment. Both are good chances at bonding. Oh yeah I guess it's relevant that I see reader at an older teen age, like 16-17. Yay sibling dynamics (I say this like my only younger sibling doesn't drive me up a wall). I'll prolly add more later but I am tired. And I have a relatively early morning tomorrow.

Hope this was coherent but I actually had motivation for once so I went for it. If any clarification is needed just ask. Make sure to drink water and eat a snack! Self care is important to help prevent burnout. Have a lovely week. Good day/evening) ┌⁠|⁠o⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠o⁠|⁠┘⁠♪ See you maybe once I've slept and ate. Bye!!

Oh, I thought you going to go the path of Reader outranking Warrior and him not being able to do anything about it. ^.^*

It reminded me of that one post for Marvel where Tony got excited because Rhodey, being Colonel, outranked Steve and could tell him what to do.

I'd imagine if Warrior pulled out the whole "you suck as a soldier" Wild would have to push back a bit because if they suck, what does that make him? He died! Hello? At least Reader had something going for them. They still won in the end with minimal loses on their side.

Wild lost everyone.

So what does Warrior actually think of him then?

[accio-victuuri]

fandom stories that have been on my mind recently…. 📑

as what the title says, cpn things that have been living in my head rent-free for the past days/ weeks. i just need a place to write them down and let them shine on their own ✨

same disclaimer applies. for cpn-loving turtles only. please don’t ask me to elaborate cause as i said, i have very minimal information on hand.

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• The one thing that inspired me to make this post, a bit about WYB’s side account. It’s not a secret that he has one, probably even multiples but for some reason this one got leaked. especially back in 2019 when his phone number got leaked and some people allegedly verified that this same number was used to register the account. they noticed it followed a couple of motorcycle related accounts, bobo’s true love at the time lol and well the most juicy thing here is that he was visiting the bjyx supertopic.

Then by the end of 2019, it gained followers. WYB might have noticed that he was somehow discovered so the account cleared all it’s watch list and never moved again. Everything is gone. That freakin moon profile picture does not help at all cause we all know his fondness for it and how it’s one of the fandom’s symbolism. The way it was created on 3/14 is also very sus.

We have all CPN’d that he visited the ST and why not tbh. Even if you don’t believe in BJYX, i think you can say that he has visited it and at the very least knows of it’s existence. I wonder what he saw tho. LOL. I would love to get more information on this account’s watch list and it’s just so funny to have some confirmation about one of his side accounts.

no i’m lying, there is another alleged side account from 2018. A weifen gave the tip ( allegedly lol i’m gonna use this word a lot ). It is also cleared but people did capture that he kept an eye out on XZ and XZS, and also liked a motorcycle video that was not really popular. So maybe someone who knows about the moto world would recognize. I just noticed the times both accounts were created. I don’t think WYB has the time to maintain his side accounts anymore with how busy he is but i imagine this gremlin having all the accounts and just looking at everything out there.

maybe i can make a post about all his alleged side accounts one day. 😂😂😂😂

• I have always loved personal stories from turtles and while I am wary of some, there are ones that particularly make me soft. this one for example:

My uncle is the kind of staff who works with the crew, he is ten years into the circle. I usually ask him about gossip in the circle. This year (2019 ) I carefully asked Bojun Yixiao if it was real. Uncle said he didn't know them that well, but he knew that the relationship between the two is very good. It is said that WYB & XZ are modest and polite. They have no personality problem and have always been real and not fancy.

He also said (emphasis!) he will help me get Xiao Zhan’s autographed photo in October. The time was right to take advantage of the work appointment, and after the end of XZ’s work, he signed one, my uncle said that “my niece likes you two very much”. Xiao Zhan raised his head in a daze, and said, “huh” My Uncle was about to explain, Xiao Zhan laughed a bit and said, "Is it Wang Yibo?" Uncle also laughed.

What gets me in this is how XZ is confused then it immediately clicks for him — is it WYB? ☺️ I mean, granted that 2019 was such a big year for them as a pair and who could someone be referring to when talking about “you two..” This exchange ( true or not ) lives in my head rent free. and the fact that people in the industry have nothing to say but good things about them really says a lot.

• The COVID test schedules that were leaked actually showed it was the same date and time. down to the second 02:23:38. I know this is bad, people shouldn’t actively seek out things like this but my brain won’t let this piece of information go. 💀💀💀

• WYB’s “Changsha” residence when he was still actively working in TTXS was provided by Hunan TV network. It’s not his, it is located very close to the station to make it easier for him. Other staff also stayed in that same area. The candy is, XZ allegedly sends things to that address.

• This video and fake rumor that is going around recently. People are speculating that WYB’s reaction in this routine was because of something that happened and that the dancers are actually teasing him. The rumor is XZ visited the set of SDC and he was just lounging, WYB was there and was about to kiss him but some dancers saw them, and our boys ended up being embarrassed.

you can definitely give a more plausible explanation of why he reacted like this but that’s not the point of this whole post. it’s the cpn that could be connected to it. and i mean if had someone like XZ, the love of my life just lounging, looking all gorgeous — how can you blame WYB for wanting to kiss him 🥺

• I’m not really a kadian enthusiast like all the other BXGs but the recent 232323 timing is making me 👀. Yes we know you Love Zhan.

Time is 14:30, but it can be 2:30 so it keeps up with the 23. I think the reason why i’m drawn to this CPN is it was posted a day after the whole yibo relationship rumor. If you look at YBO’s page, after the post saying the rumor is fake, the next one is this. So it’s like saying, those rumors are false and I only love XZ. 23. 🤍

• the emoji similarities between xzs and ybo used in their douyin posts. not only that, it’s a match for ones during OOL ( Gu Wei ) and BAH ( Chen Wei ). I mean, do they ship them too?

• I don’t really believe in 🍉 unless they are about upcoming product endorsements cause I think those can be leaked by the brands themselves. but during HB’s initial run, there was one with 2m followers who shared that XZ bought multiple screening slots for the movie.

The melon didn’t say he bought it because of WYB, it only mentioned WYB because let’s face it— his name is associated with it and he is actively promoting. What’s so entertaining to me and makes me grin when i think of it are the people’s comments. HAHAHAHAHA! They know what is being implied. You all know deep down there is some truth it but you refuse and say all kinds of things.

- END.

[grossrottie]

If you’re still into warriors cats would you mind sparing some nsfw bramblefire headcanons

Helloooooo!! I am still in my warriors brainrot!! (Also I didn’t realize until pasting this big ramble here that you asked for NSFW headcanons specifically oOP!! I’ll add those after my rambles!!)

I’ve been struggling to find a way to tag my warriors stuff for my own organization, while also not using the main tag. So I’ve just cut down on posting WC by accident while I try to figure it out ajdhhshrhrb

OKAY SO. BRAMBLEFIRE.

Y’know, believe it or not, I don’t have many thoughts about this one! I’ve seen some posts and I may have even reblogged an artwork or two, but I’ve never found that it really grabs me. It’s cool, but it’s sort of in that tier in my mind that HawkBramble is. It’s nice but it isn’t my usual go-to.

Now, that being said, let’s see if I can get any thoughts going about these two! I like trying to make up ideas even if it’s a ship I don’t usually go for.

This ship has a lot of potential and a lot of ways it can be taken!!

I’m a big fan of the “age-gap ship but the younger one is the pursuer” trope, however I feel like it might not fit here. Not exactly, at least.

My initial thought was of 1) the wariness that Fireheart/star feels towards Bramble as he’s growing up and 2) the desire of Bramble to be accepted, to be loved, to not be feared. To be seen as himself, not as his father’s heir. Not as the kin of the leader-slaughtering, coup-planning beast that was/is Tigerstar.

Bramblepaw/claw is without a father, and even his sister is no longer part of his clan anymore. (I can’t quite recall Tawnypelt’s age when she moved clans tbh, so take this with a grain of salt). Cats fear him. They see his father in his eyes even as he wants so badly to divorce himself from Tigerstar’s influence.

Meanwhile Fireheart/star is wary (my god man, I gotta make a chart so I can figure out what point of time has which cats in each clan, and who is apprenticed vs warriored).

I could totally imagine a few situations, but one of them would definitely be young Bramblepaw/claw desperately seeking out approval. He wants to be liked. He wants to be accepted. Maybe he tries to spend extra time with Firestar. Maybe he tries to catch his attention. Maybe he tries to do the opposite of what Tigerstar had done, to try to distance himself from his father.

I’m not sure who would develop a crush first, tbh.

If it was Firestar: perhaps he always had an admiration for the thick fur and the muscular form that Tigerclaw/star had been blessed with. However due to Tigerclaw’s clear evilness, it never went beyond a vague admiration from the ginger tom. Firestar sees Tigerclaw reflected in Brambleclaw, but there’s also an edge of kindness to Brambleclaw’s actions. He may be clumsy, a bit temperamental, oversensitive to comments about his family, and stubborn, but he also has an endearing factor to him. Maybe Firestar even sees himself in Brambleclaw. A cat who is uneasy and uncomfortable with the roles and titles thrust upon him, who only wants to live in his truth and exist in a place where he belongs. I imagine that Firestar would admire Bramble from afar if he developed a crush. Maybe he’d even distance himself from his apprentice (depending on the ages they are when Fire realizes his own interest in Bramble), not wanting to influence him or act wrongly. I don’t think Brambleclaw would take well to that, though. He’d likely want to know *why*. What did he do wrong? Why is Firestar suddenly so distant? Why won’t he come near Bramble? Why does he suddenly act skittish and uncomfortable when he’s training Bramble? Bramble wants to know and he will do anything he can to figure it out. (And there *is* a risk if he doesn’t figure it out. A risk by the name of ‘Tigerstar’, the cat who will absolutely come into Bramble’s life and take control if he doesn’t have an older role model to look towards for support.)

If it was Bramblepaw/claw: Hmmmm! I’m not sure!! I wonder if he would even realize it was a crush at first. Maybe he thinks it’s competition, or some sort of innate link with Firestar due to the hatred that Bramble’s father felt towards Fire. Maybe he tries to avoid that feeling, because he fears that it’s Tigerstar’s influence that causes that interest!

Firestar has shown a considerable amount of wariness to Bramblepaw in the books due to that same link to Tigerstar. Perhaps he sees Bramblepaw avoiding him and acting odd, so he takes Bramble out for a walk to have a talk. Firestar thinks he’s going to have a serious talk about Bramble’s father’s and his loyalties, or whether Bramble wants to be a Thunderclan cat at all. But Bramblepaw instead explains his interest in Firestar. Firestar is very familiar with the feelings that Bramble is describing and he realizes that Bramble has a crush on him. Still, part of him is unsure whether it might be a trick, a silly childish crush, or perhaps Tigerstar’s influence somehow.

I’m not really sure! I could think of a few routes but I’m not sure what would be most accurate to the characters themselves. Hmmmmm.

Either way, I feel like Fireheart/star would have to grow and learn not to see Tigerstar when he looks at Bramble. That was already a plotline in the books but it’s definitely more prominent if we’re going the BrambleFire ship route, since the closer relationship could be damaged much more intensely by those brief flashes of distrust and recognition in Firestar’s eyes.

So to round out this rambling (which I hope made some sort of sense akdhrbehrhrj) I think Brambleclaw would really have a thing for being praised and appreciated! He’s always been in the shadow of his dead father and the sins that Tigerstar committed, it means a *lot* to him when someone appreciates and loves him for who he is.

Meanwhile, Firestar strikes me as the type to make his appreciation known, *especially* once he realizes how much it means to Bramble.

I think a sign that they’ve grown and developed together, would be when Firestar listens, understands, and helps Brambleclaw through his moments of anger and rage without any distrust or wariness. When Firestar sees Brambleclaw angry and thinks “What happened, is he okay?” instead of “He’s just like his father”, that would be a sign that they’ve reached a point of understanding and trust between them.

ALSO NOW ONTO THE NSFW STUFF BC I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED THAT PART OF THE ASK OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

Okay sO Brambleclaw absolutely has a praise kink. Maybe a daddy kink too. He’s also the type to not know how to accept praise sometimes too, imo!! Depending on how hard the praise hits, he might devolve into chuckles and giggles and coughing as he tries to think of something to say. He also loves being named, I think! Both pet names, as well as his own name. He wants to know that he’s seen as *him*, not as his father’s kin. He wants to be Brambleclaw.

Meanwhile Fireheart/star is definitely willing to give that praise. It may take a while, but eventually Firestar would indulge Brambleclaw with the sweetest cooing and adoration and kind loving words of praise and admiration.

I also feel like Brambleclaw might have a thing for being de-ranked, if that makes sense! He obviously likes his warrior rank and the respect he’s earned, but I feel like he’d really like those occasional moments when he can strip that away and be Bramblepaw. Needing instruction, needing guidance, and needing a warm ginger tom to look up to. However it might take a while to admit that to himself and accept that it isn’t a shortcoming to sometimes want to be protected.

Brambleclaw also seems the type to like worshipping, both giving and receiving! He likes to make his partner know that they’re the most important cat in the world to him. He likes to dote on them and indulge them as if they’re the stars themselves. Firestar also enjoys this!!!

Maybe there’s even a bit of kittypet play, or power swap if it’s a switchy relationship! They’d definitely leave camp to do that though; they wouldn’t want anyone walking in on Firestar bent down, pretending to be a clueless kittypet while Brambleclaw pretends to be an intimidating warrior or rogue who is creeping up on a new victim.

(Neither of them are aware of the similarities to that one instance with Tiny and Bramble’s father, if that does end up happening between Fire and Bramble.)

Oooh! Maybe one or both of them have impregnation or breeding kinks. Or maybe feminization? The options are absolutely endless!

Me at the start of this ask: eh, I don’t have many thoughts

Me looking back at this post: oh, that’s a lot of words. I guess I did!

[kerasines]

VEGASPETE FIC RECS | SEASON 1

Thank you @kprecfest for making me finally start putting together all the vp rec lists I’ve been planning! (And also just in general, let me say it again, what a fantastic idea I love you.) There are so many amazing fics in this fandom, but let’s start with canon compliant fics set during season 1, including everything except the post-credits scene, which will be a separate list.

Package of a Person by @kat8porgs (E, 2.4k) Pete gets put in the vase's box for shipping to the safe house.

Drowning, and other Metaphors by lewdhandholding (E, 8k) Vegas has never experienced an afterglow that burns like an oil fire, a sudden and dangerous thing that he can’t quite remember how best to put out past the panic. It doesn’t help that Pete’s smile is like a torrent of cool water on his feverish skin, making the flames jump higher. It makes Vegas want to do something dangerous that he’s never really been good at before – it makes him want to take care of Pete. Problem is, he doesn’t really know how.

i want it all by devoutpete (E, 5k) “It’s too hot…” Pete repeated. He wanted to cry. This was taking too long. When their eyes met again, Vegas smiled. It was almost…sweet. “I told you already,” without warning, he poked the blade into Pete’s skin, red peeking from the puncture. “You’re hot because,” he carried on with a sudden, slow drag of the blade spanning a few inches, “It’s inside of you.” — Vegas was sick of Pete's inhibitions getting in the way, but he knew just how to fix that.

take me to your planet by @any-open-eye (E, 1.3k) Pete’s face is doing something. He thinks he might be smiling. He feels fucking high. What the hell is happening to him? He knows afterglow and this isn't it. If it was, he'd be way more into sex. There were people in high school and then one long-term girlfriend a few years ago, but she never—it was nothing like this. This is like… that blissful moment between sleeping and waking when you're conscious of your body but not yet of your mind. Just a vessel of receptors and processes. Electrified meat. “That was good, right?” Vegas's hands are on him. “Tell me it was good.”

(more under the cut, it got a bit... long)

Sharing Different Heartbeats by @raelle-writing (E, 58k) Of course Vegas noticed Pete. But not with much weight. Sure, Pete was hot. But so were all of the rest of Kinn’s bodyguards. That wasn’t notable. It wasn’t worth more than a passing once-over, or an absent glance at the man’s ass in those suits they insisted on wearing. He had a nice ass, but it didn’t stick in Vegas’ mind. It was passing lust, nothing more. And he certainly wasn’t hotter than the other bodyguards– not Porsche, for example. The only thing notable about Pete was that he had a surprisingly soft, cute face, and a sunny, disarming smile. He looked far too soft for his job. But he was Tankhun’s head bodyguard, and one of the men that Kinn often tapped for important missions. Which meant that the cute, soft face was hiding real talent and skill. So yes, Vegas noticed Pete. But it didn’t mean anything. — Or: a retelling of the story from Vegas' POV, from first impressions until after the hospital.

How Deep it Goes by @giraffeter (E, 4k) It’s only been a couple of days but Vegas is already coming to crave the way Pete looks at him when he enters the room, the alertness that enters his body, the wary skitter of his eyes to Vegas’ face. “I want to watch a show,” Vegas says. He sets the tote bag he’s carrying down on the bed. Pete stares at it. “And you’re going to put one on for me.” — Vegas decides to bring some toys for his new pet to play with.

write somewhere deep. by @evashougouki (M, 2k) “All clean,” Vegas says, like Pete doesn’t know what he’s planning. “Am I?” Pete asks, though he’s unsure why he says it, why he pokes. Vegas is silent for a second, silent enough that Pete can hear his breath hitch. His laugh has an air of breathlessness to it then. “You’re such a fascinating creature.” Lips come to lay up against the side of his neck, just resting. Or lingering, maybe. Pete shivers but does not have the energy to fight it. Slippery hands slide between his thighs, pushing stinging soap into the still too-raw burns there. The shock of it is rapturous. — Vegas washes Pete in the safehouse.

ain't nobody trying to save you by @incendir (M, 1.9k) Vegas is splitting Pete open on three fingers when Pete gets the idea. Or, some additional details on KPTS 1x12.

A Close Shave by @fleet-off (M, 4k) The bathroom walls feel claustrophobically tight, and Vegas’s stomach is a ball of leaden frustration poised to turn molten. He wants to shatter the mirror with his fist, to yell at Pete to stand up straight, to curse his uselessness--just another one of Vegas’s failures. The razor sits on the edge of the sink. This was a bad idea. — Vegas gives Pete a shave.

Dare to be Bad by @raelle-writing (E, 7k) “I think you want a reason to have to hide your skin, don’t you, Pete?” Vegas drawled, and Pete made a sudden, surprised, unmistakably aroused noise as Vegas shoved a knee between Pete’s thighs, pressing suddenly, threateningly against his groin. Pete couldn’t stop his breaths from coming a little faster, heart racing, cock already responding in his pants, even as he tried not to let it. Fuck, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. Vegas’ lips curled up in another lazy smirk, dark gaze still locked on Pete’s face. “Aren’t you tired of playing the perfect little bodyguard, Pete?” he murmured, voice low and sultry. “Don’t you want to be bad for me?” — After failing to mark Porsche at the auction, Vegas runs into Pete and decides to blow off some steam.

An Interlude in the Space Between Light and Shadow by lewdhandholding (M, 3k) One of Kinn’s guards is a step ahead of Vegas’s attempt to flee the diamond auction venue, so Vegas decides to indulge his anger and frustration for a moment. After all, Pete makes such a perfect little chew toy. It might make Vegas feel a little better if he can get him to squeak.

splinter by @lu-sn (M, 2.8k) Pete has managed to lie to Khun — and Kinn, and Porsche — about where he's been. He knows without a shred of doubt that he will not be able to lie like that to Chan.

past the last exit by jumun (M, 1.6k) Pete thinks about Vegas’ face, wonders what Vegas would have done if he’d brought the knife just an inch higher, wonder what would've happened if he hadn’t goaded him. He knows he did it intentionally, because being able to push and prod at someone isn’t something he’s indulged in in years, because it's difficult to talk about that with someone much less have a mutual understanding. Pete did not have a mutual understanding with Vegas.

stay with me a minute (swear i'll make it worth it) by @incendir (M, 2.3k) Pete hadn’t anticipated how much breathing would hurt. Or, an unseen moment in 1x13.

cleans up nice by Lirelyn (T, 2.1k) Vegas likes his pets clean, so Pete gets a shower and a shave. It's fine. Nothing Pete can't handle.

when he comes by Anonymous (E, 3k) “Hm,” again. Vegas has stopped twisting, but he hasn’t let go, still tugging idly, crouched over Pete like a predatory bird. The pain is cold and strange and Pete thinks his dick might be leaking. “I want to eat you,” Vegas says absently. “Cut you open and eat you. How did that feel?”

cut me open and tell me what's inside by @wegathpete (E, 3k) In retrospect, Pete will find it funny. A self-proclaimed man of honesty, yet so unwilling to look deep within himself, afraid of what he might find beneath the carefully crafted and polished surface. Keeping so much of himself locked away, behind bars, like a condemned prisoner, a chained up, feral animal, unworthy of being seen by the world. Is he hiding from himself or everyone else? Would the world like him for who he is or hate him for who he isn’t?

like a trigger (get me ready to shoot) by @veliseraptor (M, 6k) sadism: psychosexual disorder in which sexual urges are gratified by the infliction of pain on another person. (Encyclopaedia Britannica) — As far as Vegas can tell, there are normal people who want normal things, and then there's whatever he's got going on.

First Impressions to Love Expressions (Ch. 12) by @iffervescent (E, 6k) “Don’t try to hide it,” Vegas murmurs, in the voice that has started doing weird things to Pete’s insides. “I know you’re suffering. Let it out.” Pete wants to hit him, wants to scream, wants to yank these stupid chains down from the ceiling and set fire to this house and wants to kneel at Vegas’ feet and beg him to whip him again. And – fuck –  he wants Vegas to cook for him some more. And to sit in the garden together, for a nice reason this time. And to tease him about having stupid books. And to feed him another pill with his breath warm on Pete’s mouth and all that tightly-leashed strength hovering above him and make Pete hard because of another person for the first time in his life.

while I do my thing in the background by @judiwench  (G, 2k) "I have a gift for you. This is Pete."

[merrivia]

your essays of literary analyses for captive Prince  fascinate me, amuse me, entertain me (in the "wow, this is so cool" sort of way and "maybe I'll read this whole thing again"), educate me, and get me thinking harder about my own reactions to the books.  I believe that I do my own level of analysis as I read, seeing many but far from all of the same things, and stopping as I go to say, "hey, waaaait a minute" or go back and reread relevant passages earlier in the book or in earlier books. but I am very far away from being able to put things together the way you do. 

 I do a few simple things, like collecting multiple examples of something (I did that for showing that Damon is the kind of guy who gets "annoyed" about things that might or might not send the rest of us into a rage), and another too-long one why I thought "I speak your language better than you speak mine sweetheart" comment happened.

… I do have a question. Here it is. How much of the content of your essays are you consciously aware of while you're initially reading,? How much prep do you do for your essays – – outline? A few of your own cliff notes😁? Or or do what I mostly do, to the detriment of my material but not yours, and just start writing?

Oh wow, thank you so much that’s such a huge compliment! I’m always so happy to hear people enjoy the metas/essays I write, genuinely. I would love to read the posts you mentioned you wrote! I’ll hop over to your page and find them after I post this.

So I don’t really do any prep at all! No notes, no outlines, no plans. I’ve re-read the books 4 times solidly in a row, and want to do a 5th soon (I’ve given myself a little bit of a break, so I don’t lessen my love of it through overfamiliarity!). I think at this point my mind just picks up on patterns and starts to weave things together, subconsciously? Something will just occur to me and I’ll get the urge to write about it. I’m a big believer in that coming from the texts; I still find lines or paragraphs in the books so interesting and intriguing and the way Pacat writes…it’s so rich that there are many aspects to explore.

I also really believe in the power of reading around and seeing where that takes you too. Originally my essays were completely just what came from my mind, but I’ve started leaning towards letting other ideas shine their light on the books too. With my latest post, I knew that Damen’s trauma was different to Laurent’s but I also knew that I was no expert in trauma responses and wanted to read more about it, happened to stumble on Tick’s work almost immediately which just felt like such a powerful connection as it draws partly on classical traditions and I started to put the essay together.

I always come from a point of ‘things are more complicated than they seem’ about pretty much anything and I’m always very wary about people that try to oversimplify discourse. A simplistic reading of Damen’s character would say ‘he’s not got emotional complexity, he’s just a horny jock dressed up in Akielon clothing’ and honestly that’s just so reductive and not true but also…boring, and is essentially a discredit to Pacat’s intelligence and skills. Once you start thinking there’s more under the surface here, you can start to plumb the depths.

I do follow a rough introduction/main/conclusion structure as per any essay, which helps? I’m pretty much trained mentally in the English way of writing literary essays so I do it automatically. I hadn’t realised this till you asked but because I really enjoyed the books and don’t really see myself negatively critiquing them, my conclusions reflect the happy ending of the books where I tend to see things positively? So the end point is kind of already in place. I think the points I make follow similar essay style patterns; start more broadly, then narrow down like a funnel or start a little more chronologically and then move forward (like establishing who Damen is first, and his warrior status is going back to how he was raised, then we can use that to inform his initial reactions in CP before following that thread all the way to The Summer Palace). I’m fond of what appears to be a tangent but is actually a loop back, that illuminates (like I talked about violence as an intimate act, having read that in Tick’s work, and how Laurent particularly provokes that from Damen but that led me to realise if you do choose violence over love as a form of intimacy, you are going to have to pay a price for that).

Ideas do reveal themselves through the writing. Once I’d read that warriors could heal and reintegrate through society recognising them (Edward Tick actually performs these “Warrior Welcome Home” ceremonies for combat veterans, as part of a healing process) I thought well Damen had that in Akielos, and then it was like a little lightbulb moment of ‘Ah but by being in Vere, and around Laurent, he’s gone from hero to villain’. And Laurent has suffered the anguish of being vilified and having his character destroyed, and actually doesn’t realise he’s doing the same to Damen (I didn’t put that in, as there’s only so much you can write! Sometimes holding back on your ideas is good too, to keep the essay tighter. Incidentally one day I am going to do more metas on Laurent and his feelings towards Damen but I’m so respectful of his labyrinthine mind that I want to be very certain of my ideas before I do!).

I hope that kind of answered your question! If you ever want to chat about CP stuff you can absolutely dm me, I love talking about the books ✨

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Center Ice

Summary: Jack is hit badly during a game and loses consciousness. When he wakes up, he finds himself in an unfamiliar hockey rink together with another player. That player is Jack, from the future.

Notes: Hello hello hello and welcome to this fic! Now that the creators have been revealed by @omgauplease, I can finally post it here as well! Thank you for hosting this fun fest.

I am very excited about AU Please! and I loved this anonymous prompt. I hope the original prompter enjoys.

AO3

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Jack’s always felt at home on the ice. It’s the one place where he belongs. He skates around with the puck and all he can do is focus on the game. He knows Kenny is somewhere behind him, waiting for Jack to pass. They’ve perfected their plays. Jack’s made sure of that.

He has his eyes on the puck. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Kenny approaching.

But if there’s one downside of laser focus and getting lost in a play, it’s that there isn’t much room for things to go differently.

“Zimms-”

He hears Kenny before he feels the hit. His body hits the glass and fans of the opposite team roar. This isn’t new. Jack’s life has consisted of hockey ever since he was a baby. He knows how to take a check, but this one is different. He slides down the glass and he closes his eyes.

He needs to get up.

But instead, everything goes dark.

When Jack opens his eyes, he is alone. The stands are empty. There are no other players on the ice or on the bench.

Did they just leave him here?

He shakes his head. That can’t be right. Sometimes Jack has the feeling that everyone apart from Kenny secretly hates him, but no one would leave an injured player behind. He takes off his helmet and he gets up, which is surprisingly easy. It was a tough hit, so it shouldn’t be this easy.

Once he’s up, he takes in his surroundings and he realises that this is a different rink. The letters on the boards read Samwell and there is a huge S at center ice. This makes no sense.

Where is everyone? Where is he?

“Oh.”

Jack turns around. He’s not alone after all. There’s another player wearing a deep blue jersey and helmet. The beam of sunlight reflects on his visor, so Jack cannot see the player’s face. He tries to get a better look by squinting, but it isn’t working.

The other player holding a hockey stick with pride tape taped around it, and Jack tries to suppress the feeling in his chest, but he can’t help but feel a tinge of hope when he sees it. The player uses his other gloved hand to take off his helmet and when Jack sees the player’s face.

He’s staring at himself.

The other Jack’s hair is shorter and he has a beard, but it’s unmistakingly Jack.

Jack backs away and he hits the glass.

« Who are you? » he asks, even though he knows the answer. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be speaking Quebecois.

The Other Jack looks equally confused, but after a few seconds of staring at each other, calmness passes over Other Jack’s face.

« Ah. I see » Other Jack says, and it’s weird to hear Jack’s own voice coming from someone else. Or is this even someone else?

« Who are you? » Jack repeats.

« I know this might sound strange, but I am you. You, from the future. »

Jack shakes his head. He must’ve been hit very badly. Why else is he hallucinating another version of himself?

Other Jack skates around the rink with a smile on his face.

« It makes sense that we meet here. » he says while he skates.

« Do you know where we are? » Jack asks. A part of him wants to ignore this Other Jack, but he also wants answers. Besides, this probably isn’t real.

 This isn’t real.

Jack feels like he can breathe again.

 This isn’t real.

He has nothing to worry about.

It’s comforting to know, because if it were real, then Jack would have to deal with that. Jack is still a bit wary of this Other Jack that he created with his mind, but hopefully he’ll come to his senses and he can go back to playing hockey.

« Were you hit? » the Other Jack asks instead of answering, « I got hit during a match in late 2007 when I was in the QMJL. I don’t remember much of it, but I guess I now know why. No worries, you’ll be fine. »

Jack realises that Other Jack is talking about the hit that has led to this hallucination. It makes sense that it gets brought up. The hit is the reason Jack is making this all up.

« Yes. It wasn’t nice. » Jack responds. He skates after Other Jack. « Why does it make sense that we meet here? »

« This is Faber Memorial Rink at Samwell University, our mother’s alma matter. »

Jack remembers Samwell. He’s never been there, but his mother has talked a lot about her time here. He wonders how his subconscious has recreated a place he’s never been to.

« Okay? »

Other Jack has a smile on his face. He looks wistful when he skates around, as if he’s reminded of something.

« This is a middle point » Other Jack says, « Samwell is a middle point between the QMJL and the NHL. I’m not on Falconers’ ice anymore, you’re not on juniors’ ice. This is center ice, in a way. It makes sense. »

« It doesn’t. Not really. »

Other Jack stops suddenly and Jack almost crashes into him. He looks at Jack with an easy smile. It is weird to see. Jack can’t remember the last time he looked so relaxed. Every photo of himself shows him with a tense face, or an empty one. On some days, Jack prefers to take some extra pills just to stay calm. An empty feeling is better than a tense one.

« I don’t know the rules for this » Other Jack laughs awkwardly, « I don’t know what I can tell you. »

Jack shrugs.

« If it makes you feel better… this isn’t real. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. »

Other Jack’s eyes widen slightly.

« That is a terrible way to think. »

Jack shrugs again, but he relents.

« Fine. Hockey matters. Hockey is all that matters. »

Other Jack smiles again, but this time it’s a sad smile.

« You really believe so, don’t you? » he asks.

Jack tenses up and he crosses his arms. He doesn’t feel like defending himself. Hockey is all that matters. That’s how it has always been and Jack’s tired of people questioning his love for the sport. Even other players are sometimes put off by Jack’s devotion. Sure, Jack declines invitations to go out so that he can come up with plays or so that he can watch tapes. And yes, whatever he has going on with Kenny is fun, but they both know that hockey comes first. That’s probably why Kenny is his best friend, since he gets it.

« If you really are me, then you’d understand. »

« I did. » Other Jack says. The past tense doesn’t go unnoticed. Other Jack lets out another awkward laugh and he gestures towards Jack. « Oh, look at you. I know you feel offended. I was you once, so no need to explain. I know hockey is everything to you, because it used to be everything to me. »

It’s a small admission. The Other Jack, the future version of himself, just told Jack that he will no longer care to the same extent. The thought horrifies him.

« But you still play. » Jack points out and he nods toward Other Jack’s attire. Jack doesn’t recognise the team, but Other Jack did mention the NHL. Everyone knows that Jack’s going to get drafted next year, when he’s eighteen, so Jack isn’t surprised to find a future version of himself playing in the NHL. But then why does this future version of himself look at him with, well…

Jack’s never been good at reading other people’s emotions, but he knows himself, and he recognises Other Jack’s pity.

« I will play as long as I can » Other Jack says. Finally, this version of himself says something useful. « I am 27. I hope to reach 53. »

« So I can beat Howe. » Jack adds. He knows what Other Jack means. « Technically, I need to reach 52 and 12 days to beat him, but 53 sounds better. Well, you’ve already played in the NHL for 9 years. 26 years to go and you’ve played as much as him! Well, he did take a small break for two years, so technically you need 24 more year. »

Of course Jack knows all of this by heart. He’s memorised all of the best players’ seasons.

Other Jack has another awkward smile on his face. Jack never knew it looked so weird on him.

« I, uh, started two years ago. If I want to beat Howe’s entire playtime, I need a bit more time. »

« You… what? »

Other Jack looks away and he avoid Jack’s stormy gaze. What does Other Jack mean? Does this mean that Jack’s NHL career starts at 25 instead of next year? The thought of that alone makes Jack feel uneasy and he clenches and unclenches his fists. He closes his eyes, because suddenly everything feels too much. He can feel the anxiety rise, which is weird, because Jack knows he took an extra dose before the game so he shouldn’t feel this way. Do the effects of his pills wear off in this hallucination?

Wait, he tells himself, This isn’t real.

 This isn’t real.

 This isn’t real.

 This isn’t-

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Jack jerks away, almost slipping. He’s still on the ice, after all. The Other Jack catches him.

« Woah there! » Other Jack looks alarmed, « Sorry. I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, I forgot I used- Are you okay? Maybe we should get off the ice and sit somewhere. »

 This isn’t real.

Other Jack guides Jack to the penalty box, since that is the closest by.

« You want some water? » Other Jack asks, and he sounds so worried, it almost makes Jack laugh. No one ever worries over him like this.

And Jack is fine. He is fine, usually. He has hockey, he has pills, and sometimes a drink. All is fine. These anxious moments rarely happen anymore.

« Where does a hallucination get water from? »

« I know this rink like the back of my hand.»

Other Jack doesn’t correct the hallucination thing, and Jack feels like something heavy has been lifted from his chest.

« I’m fine. You’re not real. »

« So you keep saying. »

« So whatever you say, it won’t mean anything. »

« If that’s what you want to believe to stay sane, sure. »

Jack frowns. Other Jack isn’t wrong. It’s indeed the thing that keeps him calm, but Other Jack didn’t have to say it like that.

« Then I can ask you anything I want about your life, and I can ignore it if I want to. »

« … I guess. Does my life really sound so terrible to you? »

« Yes! »

Other Jack looks away for a small second. The pity is back and Jack hates it.

« Why? » Other Jack challenges him.

« Because hockey! If you were real, which you’re not, are you telling me that I don’t get drafted next year? »

Other Jack nods and Jack really has to focus on the fact that this is a hallucination. Maybe the hit shook his brain and now his subconscious wants to torture him by presenting him with this bad future.

It feels so real, though. Which is ridiculous.

« Then, what am I going to do instead? » Jack asks, acting as if this future is going to happen. He’d still like to know how this Other Jack ended up in the NHL if he only started 2 years ago.

« I, uh… Well… » Other Jack trails off. He tries to talk several times, but nothing comes out, as if Other Jack knows Jack won’t be happy to hear it.

« It’s fine. This isn’t real. You’re not real. »

« And so you believe. »

« You can tell me. It won’t matter. »

Other Jack looks down and he closes his eyes. Jack knows that move. Jack also closes his eyes when he wants to shut out the world.

« You go to rehab. »

Jack jumps off the bench in shock.

« Rehab? »

« You have a drug problem. You are addicted to pills. You overdose the day before the draft. »

« I don’t have a problem. » Jack bites back. In the back of his head he keeps reminding himself that this is bullshit, but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing to hear.

« Yes you do. And it almost cost you everything. If Kent hadn’t found you that day… » Other Jack trails off.

Kent.

That’s a thing Jack understands.

Kent is still there.

But the rehab thing weighs heavily. He tries to remind himself that this isn’t real, but it is hard. The Other Jack notices, and he tells him to breathe. For something that supposedly isn’t real, the panic does feel real. The panic is the reason he is on medication. He needs it.

He’s never considered that too much might be dangerous.

Other Jack is still sat on the bench. He must realise that Jack doesn’t want to be touched, but he’s still there to comfort him, which is admittedly nice. No one has ever been here for him like this, except maybe Kenny, but Jack mostly tries to stay away from him when he feels like this. He doesn’t need Kenny to know that he’s weak.

Jack has one more question that’s on his mind. He’s almost too afraid to ask, but he can’t stop thinking about it.

Other Jack raises an eyebrow.

Jack takes a deep breath.

« The overdose. »

« Yeah? »

« Was it accidental? »

Or was it intentional? is what is left unsaid, but judging by the look on Other Jack’s face, he knows what Jack is asking.

« It happened. »

« That doesn’t answer my question. »

« I know. »

Jack lets out a frustrated huff. What’s the point of this hallucination if the other him isn’t going to talk? This is his own mind!

Jack waits for Other Jack to hopefully elaborate, but Other Jack doesn’t. He looks into space.

« What does Kenny think about you not being drafted? »

« Does it matter? » Other Jack snaps and Jack’s momentarily thrown off guard. Why is Other Jack acting like that?

Jack’s eyes fall on the pride tape on Other Jack’s stick. So far he hadn’t really given it any more thought, but now he does. Is Kenny no longer beside him? Jack and Kenny have an agreement that hockey goes first, but the tape on Other Jack’s stick says that maybe Other Jack can have both.

« Are you gay? » Jack blurts out and Other Jack looks up in shock.

Then he burst out into laughter.

« Wow, way to change the subject, kid. »

In Jack’s defense, this hallucination is kind of upending his entire life. He has the right to not make any sense, since nothing about this makes sense anyway.

« Are you? » Jack asks. Am I?

« We’re bisexual, but no worries, you have some time to figure it out. » Other Jack answers.

« I do? During rehab? »

Jack still has to wrap his head around this rehab thing. It sounds ridiculous. But also, if he’s not playing hockey, then what else can he think of? According to Other Jack, his identity.

« Partially. And college. »

Other Jack looks around again and the wistful look reappears on his face, and Jack gets it. Other Jack called this rink a middle moment between the QMJL and the NHL.

« I will play in the NCAA? »

And finally, the easy smile returns to Other Jack’s face. Jack realises he missed it.

« For four years, yeah. Best years of your life. »

« Well. It’s still hockey. » Jack sounds unsure. It isn’t what he hopes for, and the rehab thing is still there, but it’s hockey.

« I know it might sound strange now, but there is more to life than hockey. »

That does indeed sound strange. Jack tells him that and Other Jack snorts.

« Then, what else is there than hockey? » Jack asks, and when he asks it plainly like that, he has to admit that it sounds a bit stupid, but Jack genuinely doesn’t know the answer.

Who is he without hockey? Everything in his life leads to hockey, even non-hockey things. His teammates are his social circle. He fools around with Kenny, but because Kenny knows it’s about hockey. His family has always been supportive of his hockey career.

Everything is hockey.

« Friendship. Comfort. Photography. »

« Photography? »

That sounds like an odd one. Friendship and comfort sound reasonable, but photography?

« Pies. » Other Jack adds and his eyes light up when he says it.

 Pies?

« Pies? »

« Oh Jack, you have no idea. So. Many. Pies. » Other Jack says with a chuckle.

« How are pies relevant? »

« Bitty. Bits. Love. »

“Bites?” Jack exclaims.

“Que?” Other Jack frowns when he sees the indignant look on Jack’s face.

Jack turns red. This is such an embarrassing conversation to have, especially with a made up future version of yourself.

“Bites,” Jack repeats the French word. God, this is terrible. He can feel himself feel red.

Jack can see the moment Other Jack realises. Other Jack looks horrified for a second, but then he hides his head in his face and he laughs.

“Ouais. Ça aussi.”

Other Jack has a smug look on his face. Jack coughs. Alright then.

“… Trés bien,” he squeaks out.

This is so weird.

Other Jack quickly says: « I didn’t mean that. B-I-T-S, not B-I-T-E-S. Bits.»

« … what is a bits? »

Other Jack he looks radiant.

« Bitty. Eric Bittle. My husband. »

Did Jack hear that correctly? They just had another linguistic mishap, so it might be possible that Jack has misheard another thing, but how else can he interpret ‘mon mari’? Did Jack mean another name? Mary? But who the fuck is Mary? And who the fuck is Eric Bittle?

« I’m sorry… what? »

“My husband,” Other Jack says in English, as if he can understand the confusion. Then he takes off his left glove and Jack’s eyes widen when he sees a ring on Other Jack’s finger.

« Can I? » Jack reaches for Other Jack’s hand. This is surreal.

While Jack inspects the wedding band, Other Jack talks about his husband. His husband. What the fuck.

« We met here, at Samwell. I was in my junior year and he was a new frog. That’s what we call freshmen at Samwell. He played hockey as well. I was kind of terrible towards him, because I thought he was a bad player, but once I got to know him I realised that he wasn’t and that I was a dick. And despite my attitude, he still gave me a chance and we became friends. I think I fell in love with him in my senior year, but I didn’t realise. We’re really bad at understanding emotions, don’t you think? »

« … Yeah. » Jack agrees. He slips the ring off Other Jack’s finger, so that he can inspect it more thoroughly. Other Jack lets him. A date is engraved in the ring, together with the text Halo.

« Yeah. It’s the autism. »

« What? » Jack almost drops the ring in shock.

Other Jack doesn’t dwell on it, since he’s lost in his story. He looks absolutely smitten.

« But once I realised, I ran after him and I kissed him. He’s been with me ever since, through thick and thin. I love to rile him up. He teaches me so much. We cheer each other on, and when I won my first Cup, I kissed him in front of everyone and I don’t regret it. And almost two years later I first kissed him, I proposed to him, here at center ice. We initially planned on a long engagement, since Bits just graduated college, but we realised we couldn’t wait any longer. We got married recently, but we will do a bigger ceremony later. Again, we just… got impatient. He’s so good. He’s gorgeous and he’s funny and he’s an amazing hockey player and he’s working on a cookbook now and we recently adopted our dog Amélie and… »

It's as if Other Jack remembers where he is and he trials off.

« Sorry. I got lost in the moment there. »

« It’s… fine. » Jack forces himself to say. It’s not fine. He feels uneasy again.

If Jack had any doubts about this being a hallucination, then those are now out of the window. Other Jack is bisexual and he can get married to a man while playing hockey in the NHL? This isn’t real.

But beforehand, Jack found that thought comforting.

Now, he’s not so sure, and it makes him feel weird.

Other Jack is still reveling in the memories of his life with this Eric Bittle, and he looks so content. Jack watches how relaxed and happy Other Jack is, and for the first time, the thought of this not being real makes him feel sad.

Jack is jealous. He is yearning.

This life of Other Jack sounds nice. He has hockey, but he was right when he said that there are other important things in his life. It sounds like a life Jack can never have. He looks at the ring in his palm and it feels heavy, so he quickly gives it back to Other Jack. He can’t have it.

Jack must look distraught again, because Other Jack asks if he’s alright.

« Your husband sounds lovely. » Jack says back.

« He is. I can’t wait for you to meet him. »

« But this isn’t real. »

Other Jack has a kind look on his face.

« Do you still believe that? »

Jack nods miserably.

« What part of this is so hard for you to believe? Not joining the NHL at 18? »

That is still a hard thing to accept, but Jack realises that that isn’t it.

When Jack does realise why it’s hard to believe, it hits him like a ton of bricks. It’s an unwelcome epiphany.

« You’re happy. » Jack says to Other Jack.

Other Jack sucks in a breath.

Other Jack is happy, and that is hard for Jack to believe. It’s a depressing thought, but it’s there and Jack doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t want to be unhappy. He always believed that once he’s in the NHL, he’ll be happy and nothing else will matter, but now that he’s heard Other Jack talk about how in love he is, Jack realises that yes, Other Jack was right. There is more to life than hockey.

Jack thinks of Kenny.

They have something going on, but it’s fun. It’s physical. It’s, fuck, it’s hockey. It’s not like Other Jack, who is besotted with his husband.

« You are going to be happy, Jack. »

Other Jack pats the free space on the bench. Jack sits down, but he doesn’t meet Other Jack’s eyes. Eye contact is always shitty, but now it’s especially painful.

« I am not you. »

« Aren’t you? » Other Jack asks. « Aren’t I? »

Well. Shit. Isn’t he? Aren’t I?

« If- If this is real… » Jack trails off. He’s in the danger zone now. He’s letting himself think of the possibility.

« Yes? »

« If this is real, then what do I do now? »

« Well. I, uh, don’t remember this. But I barely remember the time I got that bad check in 2007, which is probably why. You’re going to wake up and you’ll have a concussion. You’ll have to sit out the next couple of games, which will piss you off. »

Other Jack chuckles at the memory, but it does indeed sound miserable.

« And then you’ll have the overdose and the rehab. »

« Ah. »

Other Jack puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

« Not going to lie, it will be tough. You will be angry. You will be sad. It’s not pretty. But it does get better. You’ll find a therapist you trust, and you learn how to use your meds in a responsible way, and you… you will get clarity on something during the process. »

« The autism? »

« Oh. Yeah. Did I say that already? »

Jack doesn’t really know how to feel about that. It’s not like there is anything wrong with him.

« You’re going to hate that too. » Other Jack says, as if he can read Jack’s mind. Or Other Jack probably remembers that he hated it too. « It’s weird. On one hand, it isn’t a surprise, but on the other hand, it does change your life. And you’re going to think that it’s a bad thing, but trust me, it isn’t. It will make things make sense, and just because it’s different, that doesn’t mean it’s bad.  That’s basically my life in one sentence, ha. »

Jack looks at Other Jack. Jack doesn’t really know anything about autism apart from some things he sees on TV. Other Jack is nothing like the people he sees on TV. Other Jack is a full person, and he has a happy and fulfilling life.

Other Jack said it wasn’t a surprise to him, but it is to Jack. But maybe Jack will learn more about it. It looks like Other Jack did.

« Things will occasionally get shitty, and then I mean shitty-shitty, not my best friend Shitty- »

« What? »

« You will still have bad days, but the good days will keep coming and they don’t stop coming. The good days won’t save you from the bad days, but in the same vein, the bad days won’t spoil the good ones. There is more good than bad these days. In the end, you’ll be happy. You’ll have friends for like, a career you love, a comfortable home and the love of your life. It might sound unrealistic now, but that’s not true. Don’t give up. This is real. »

Jack wishes that it were real. He closes his eyes and he lets himself imagine Other Jack’s life. Images flash before his eyes. He sees himself at a frat house with a dude that isn’t wearing a shirt. He sees himself skating around this rink. He sees himself with a fancy camera and he’s walking around campus with a small Asian girl. He sees himself being tackled by two D-men during practise, but it seems like a good-natured tackle. He sees himself going out for coffee with a blond guy. He sees himself hug this blond guy. He sees himself laugh at something that the blond guy said. He sees himself kissing this blond guy in an empty bedroom. He sees himself kissing this blond guy on an ice rink. He sees himself marrying this blond guy.

It's weird. He’s never seen this blond guy, or any of the people in these images, but they feel so real.

If this is real, then maybe life won’t be so bad. He feels himself drift off and a smile forms on his face.

Someone is squeezing Jack’s hand. Jack focuses on the grip. He needs to wake up.

“Sweetpea, are you here?”

Jack slowly opens his eyes. He feels a bit groggy and his vision needs a few seconds to focus, but then he sees Bitty sitting next to his side. Tater’s on the other side. A medic is standing behind Tater.

“What happened?” Jack asks, slurring slightly.

“You got bad hit, Zimmboni,” Tater sounds relieved to see that Jack’s up, “You were out for short while.”

Bitty looks equally relieved and he throws his arms around Jack’s neck.

“Oh honey, I was so worried! You were lying on the ice, unconscious. The doctor says you might have a concussion but she’s going to run some tests, alright?”

The medic moves closer. She looks kind.

“Can- Can Bittle and Tater stay with me?” Jack asks quickly.

“Of course,” the medic answers.

Bitty and Tater do give her some space, so that she can do her work. The medic explains what happened. He was about to pass the puck to Thirdy when one of the Sharks gave him a nasty hip check that catapulted Jack into the air. The game got halted.

“The other guy feels really bad about what happened,” Bitty says, “He’s one of Chowder’s friends.”

Jack shrugs. That’s hockey. This isn’t his first bad hit and it probably won’t be the last. The medic continues her tests and she asks him questions.

“Do you remember what happened, or was this news to you?”

Jack tries to think. What does he remember? He does remember getting hit by someone, but it feels like something else happened. One moment he was on the Falconers’ rink and the next…

The next moment he was at Faber with his younger self.

“Mon dieu,” he mutters.

“Hm?” the medic asks.

Jack shakes his head. The medic finishes her tests and she leaves to document her findings. Tater also decides to go so that he can tell the others that Jack’s awake. That leaves Jack and Bitty.

Jack moves to the side so that Bitty can lie next to him. It’s a bit tricky, since this bed is narrow, but they make it work. Jack wraps his arms around him.

“I was so worried,” Bitty says again.

“I’ve been hit before, love.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t get up!” Bitty sounds strained. It must’ve been scary to see. Jack will probably rewatch the tape to see what it looked like.

Jack pulls Bitty even closer.

“Bits, something weird happened.”

“No shit, honey.”

“No, I mean, I think I had a weird dream, but it wasn’t a dream. I think it was real.”

“You need to give me more than that, Jack.”

“I was in Faber. I remember getting hit and losing consciousness, and when I woke up I was in my old stall in the locker room all alone, which freaked me out.”

“Oh, sweetpea.”

“So I started to search for other people, and I found my younger self on the ice.”

Bitty turns his head to look at Jack. He has a frown on his face.

“Yeah, I know right?” Jack says, “Me, at 17. It should’ve made me freak out even more, but it made sense in a way.”

“It did?”

Jack doesn’t really know how to explain it. When he saw his younger self, it was as if he knew that this had happened before, but as he also said to the Younger Jack, he doesn’t really remember that it happened. He was so worried about giving away too much, but on the same hand, just like his younger self, he wondered if it was real.

He tells Bitty that.

“So, it was like you travelled back in time?”

“I suppose,” Jack says, “Or more like I went back in time by five years and he travelled five years into the future, and we met in the middle. I don’t know. Maybe it was a dream, but it felt so real. He felt so real. And it was hard.”

“Oh?”

Jack nods.

“It was hard to see me. Past me. God, Bits, he was… He was so unhappy. I was so unhappy.”

“Oh honey…” Bitty trails off and he tightens the embrace.

Jack relaxes in his husband’s embrace. If only his younger self could see him now. He has someone he loves. He has someone who comforts him.

Maybe Younger Jack did see it, in a way.

“I’d like to believe it was real,” Jack tells Bitty, “I’d like to believe that I gave my younger self hope, even if it was just for a little while.”

“Even if he forgot about it?” Bitty asks.

He thinks so.

It’s weird to think back to his younger self. Seeing him was jarring. There was a form of anger behind Younger Jack’s eyes, even though Jack doubts that Younger Jack realised. Well, Jack knows for sure that Younger Jack never realised, since he was Younger Jack once. Jack remembers being so fed up with everything around him, while also being afraid of constant failure. He remembers the omnipresent anxiety, and the confusion with the world. He no longer feels lonely, but he remembers the loneliness of thinking that no one would understand him.

Jack doesn’t like to think this way, but when he remembers it, he understands why his past self reached for the pills. It hurt too much to think. It was too anxiety inducing. And back then, Jack didn’t have the support and the knowledge about himself.

Younger Jack is (was?) a seventeen year old closeted guy with undiagnosed autism. All the attention on him didn’t really give him a chance to stop and think about who he was. The world was too much, so he needed to it to quiet down, so that he could focus on the one thing that did make sense to him: hockey.

Jack no longer lives like that. Sure, hockey is still a big deal, but there is more to life. To Jack, it’s almost weird to think that it wasn’t like that. He knows he wasn’t always true to himself, but by now he is. He’s comfortable with his bisexuality and his autism. He talks so openly about it now, since it is part of his life, but Younger Jack must’ve felt so weird to hear him talk so casually about it. Jack didn’t even stop to think about that.

Jack showed Younger Jack a future. A happy one.

“Yes,” Jack answers Bitty, “Yes, I think so.”

“Yeah?” Bitty looks doubtful, “Cause if I would have the opportunity to tell past self that it’d all be okay, I would be pissed to find out if my younger self wouldn’t remember it.”

Jack gets that. He does. Life was rough, and as he told Younger Jack, there are still bad days, but he’s happy. He’s followed the joy and it led him here. Jack doesn’t believe in fate or higher power, but maybe it was meant to be this way.

Besides, he wouldn’t want to jeopardize his life. If Younger Jack had remembered, would things have changed? Would he still be here, like this?

“As I said, if I could give my past self some peace of mind, even if it was temporarily, even if it wasn’t real, I am glad. But I am also happy to be back here in the present with you.”

“Oh, honey!”

Bitty leans in to kiss him.

The two of them lie there, snuggling. Eventually the medic comes back, and a few minutes later, Tater returns to tell him that everyone is happy to hear he’s okay. The medic tells him that he’s indeed concussed and that he needs to take it slow. He will have to sit out a couple of games, and Jack almost laughs, because that is fine with him. Younger Jack, who got hit in 2007, was pissed, but current Jack doesn’t mind too much.

Once he’s clear to go, he says goodbye to his teammates. They’ll discuss the details with the coaches later. Now, he wants to go home with his husband. Jack takes Bitty’s hand in his, and they walk out of the rink.

If only Younger Jack could see him now.

Or, well, he does. Kind of. Younger Jack just has to wait 10 more years, but it’ll be worth it.

--

End notes: Thank you for reading.

And thank you for Jack Zimmermann, anno 2018, for helping me realise I'm autistic. One day I will write a more in depth fic about it, but I was happy that the original prompter encouraged me to add it here as well. I hope you enjoyed.

[magical-glimpse]

I am not seeking any validation. I was wrongly portrayed by someone here. So I just wanted to make my stand clear. That's all. What would I gain by being acknowledged as his tf/fs. Nothing.. Nada.

I think it is a bit harsh to judge a person whom you haven't even met in real life. If being honest felt like I was trying to be a wanna be I don't know what to say.

Earlier I said I was feeling all angsty and heartbeat rising up. I took some time off. I needed some solitude to reevaluate my thoughts. Why would I hate a person who has no idea of my existence? The best thing to do is to detach. I felt better after that.

Everyone is reading only the parts they want to read. It is always the case. He is not even my type. I would rather have chosen Namjoon or yoongi who are actually my type if I wanted to "fantasise" as being a BTS fs . We don't even know if they will ever marry at all. So why JK? I am not someone to fall for all that grandiose.

I don't watch his lives nor his videos nor his interviews. Out of all the lives he has done I have seen maybe one ? Still you say I am obsessed with him. Tell me how?

Aww he is so good looking he sings so good he is good at everything, he is the heartthrob of millions of girls. Let me make him my fs. So that I get some leverage. U think this is the case for me?

Why would I want him as my fs. Is it money? I would rather use mine. I would only want things which I can afford. So pls. Is it the status he holds in society? Again no it is not it. Is it the looks, nope. I am sorry. Also pls don't ever fall for looks guys. It is not everything.

Do I spend hours looking at his photos or videos? again nope. Still there is some undeniable pull. I can't explain. Pls don't start picking me on it. I beg you.

I can't say if I have a connection to him unless I meet him right? I repeat I did not talk like yeah I am his tf what about it. I just wanted to write there (on YouTube) as a warning to other girls who might be having similar experiences to be wary of what they are experiencing and to be mindful and now I am a wanna be??

I don't care if the whole world is against me. If I am truthful to myself it is enough. To people still nitpicking on me I have nothing to say. Pls stop trying to portray someone as this and this when you don't actually know them in person. It is easier to point a finger.

On an ending note I will write a poem here

Can I love you?

Not for what you are;

Not for what you were;

Not for what you are going to be;

Can I love you

For just being you?

Oh! Let us rest for some time,

Letting go of all this chase,

On my mind all day;

Can't free myself from you,

You are the drug that keeps me high;

Baby you are my fantasy,

I am too drunk on your love.

It is a lame poem but I wanted to end this post on a good note. Bye!!

Why do you feel such a need to justify yourself anon ? If you wanted to talk privately with me i can answer not anonymous asks privately and my DMs are open.

The reason why people on the blog currently act about you as if you were a wannabe is because according to all the information you have given them anon, you are one. YOU are the one burying yourself deeper and deeper in your justifications. It would have been enough to just read my PSA silently. If you felt targeted that is between you and your conscience. If you are the person I think you are, i told you specifically what behaviors you had and why they would put you in danger. You chose to act dodgy again, not my problem. You chose to come here multiple times, to justify yourself for no reason, to expect emotional labor from strangers.

Im gonna repeat myself again, but i dont give a shit about what you think or dont think yourself as.I dont give a shit wether you are more attracted to jungkook or yoongi or namjoon. I DONT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOUR YOUTUBE HISTORY EITHER.

What i care about is your actions. And what you did, anon, is repeatedly come into my asks box bc you felt targeted and wanted to justify yourseld repeatedly for things no one accused you of but your conscience. And if you are the person i think you are, your actions are trying to create "hints" inviting people to think you are jks fs, or at least a bts fs. Repeatedly. I warned you of the risk to be harassed or bullied, of falling into spiritual psychosis or obsession. All the cards are in your hands now.

I will not take this matter publicly anymore. You either come talk privately in my dms or I block you, but I will not play this public,guilty telephone game anymore.

[nyxlaufeyson]

The Verdict (Pandora's Box)- Chapter 7

Main Masterlist - Pandora's Box Masterlist

A/N: I did not forget to post chapter 7. Totally not. Could never be me. Imagine. (Sarcasm)

Pandora awoke to a soft knock on the door, followed by a voice. “Pandora?” She heard Loki call, and she reluctantly got out of bed to open the door.

Thor and Loki were standing in the doorway, and Thor smiled at her. “Did you have a good night’s slumber?” He asked, and Pandora nodded. 

She had, in fact, actually had a decent night’s sleep compared to her usual sleep schedule. The comfortable bed, along with the melatonin released from a few tears, must have helped her drift off.

“Great.” Thor said, grinning. “Me and my brother have come to escort you to breakfast.”

Pandora strummed her fingers through the air, and she was dressed in what Asgardian men would usually wear, because it was more comfortable than the Asgardian dresses. She kept her hair down, something she rarely did. She stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“Let’s go then.” She said, and walked between Thor and Loki as they made their way through the halls.

They were silent for a moment, before Pandora spoke once more. “Do we know when the council is planning on continuing our lovely discussion?” She inquired, and Loki nodded. 

“Odin and his court plan to meet later in the afternoon, and he does expect us to be there.” Loki said, gesturing to all three of them. “Which means it’s probably best we come up with some things to say in response to all their complaints.” 

Pandora nodded. “Shouldn’t be that hard.” She said as they made their way to a table and sat down. There were traditional Asgardian breakfast foods that filled the table, and Pandora’s mouth nearly watered at the sight.

Thor began to pile his plate with all that he could fit, before she and Loki followed. The three of them sat down, and Pandora noticed others fill the room and grab their own plates, several of them throwing ugly glances towards Pandora. 

Frigga came up to her, smiling. “Did you sleep well, dear?” She asked, and Pandora nodded with a small smile. 

“I did. Thank you for…” she paused, considering her words, “... your hospitality.” Pandora replied, and Frigga put her hand on Pandora’s shoulder. Pandora had to control herself from flinching, not exactly delighted by the physical contact.

“Of course. I must get going now, I shall see you all later in the day.” Frigga dismissed herself, and Pandora continued to eat with Loki and Thor. 

After she had finished with her food, she started thinking about what the council might bring up against her. “Do you know what they plan on using against me?”

Thor shrugged, while Loki thought the question over before responding. “I am not sure. Odin isn’t exactly transparent when it comes to what he has planned. But, I am certain he will bring up how you managed to evade Heimdall’s all-seeing eye.”

Pandora bit her lip, looking down. Truth was, she had no idea how Heimdall could not see her. Ever since she had made it out of Helheim, she had expected to be inevitably found. In fact, when nobody came after her, she had begun to grow wary.

She added another sugar cube to her tea and stirred it with a spoon, watching as the white cube melted into the steaming tea and separated before dissolving. She didn’t answer, because she didn’t know what to say. What could she say that wouldn’t sound like a blatant lie? If she told them that she honestly hadn’t had a clue, then they would presume that she was lying.

“Also, when you said you had help escaping, and told Odin he knew who you were talking about, what did you mean? I meant to ask you yesterday, but didn’t want to make things more… stressful for you.” Loki asked, and Pandora took a sip of her tea to delay her response.

Considering the fact that before arriving in Helheim, Pandora had no idea of her ‘helper’s’ existence, she seriously doubted that Loki and Thor had any idea of their existence. And, not wanting to stir up any old drama before their current problems had been solved, Pandora was not going to be the one to alert them of said person’s existence.

Once Pandora knew she was out of time to sip her tea without looking suspicious, she answered. “Another person who was banished to Helheim as well. She was, is, substantially powerful.”

“Do you know their name? Anything about them that we should know?” Thor asked, and Pandora bit her lip before shaking her head.

“No, she never did give me her name. She said that it was unimportant” She lied, and she was convincing. After all, she’d had centuries to practice the craft of lying. 

She only felt a twinge guilty at the lie. Thor had shown her hospitality and didn’t turn her in to Odin and leave it at that. However, she knew that if she revealed too much information that Thor was unaware of, that it would influence him to make irrational decisions. 

To make up for the lie, Pandora followed it up with a truth. “But she was Aesir. A goddess.” She said, and Thor. “I’m sure Odin knows who helped me, I know that she had… history with him.”

Loki didn’t seem entirely convinced with the fact that Pandora knew that her, for lack of better word, ‘companion’ was an Aesir goddess, but not the simple knowledge of her name. Nonetheless, he didn’t say anything.

“I’m sure it will all go smoothly.” Thor said, optimism lining his voice. “The council is composed of… reasonable people.”

Loki and Pandora locked eyes, both clearly trying not to snort. Thor might have faith in the council, but Pandora and Loki were significantly more doubtful.

Pandora smiled, dropping the napkin that she had used to wipe her mouth onto the plate in front of her. “I admire your hope, Thor.”

Thor returned her smile. “Hope is always a good trait to have.” 

“Yes.” Pandora said, tilting her head ever so slightly. “I suppose it is.”

Hope was a beautiful thing. Hope was what had helped her through some very difficult times. However, it also seemed to let her down. She could hope all she wanted, but that wouldn’t change reality. It was alright, though, because she had other ways to alter reality.

~~~~~

Pandora had once again found herself sitting at the large ebony table surrounded by people that were either scared or annoyed by her. She felt more confident than she had yesterday, now that she was no longer being surprised by any long-lost siblings.

As Loki had predicted, the council had asked her how she had evaded Heimdall’s watch. She had prepared an answer, one that she had thought about for around an hour, despite its simplicity.

What she had not expected, however, was for her to lock eyes with Heimdall right after Odin asked the question. Heimdall looked uncomfortable, and a little bit nervous. Now, Pandora almost excused his look as him being upset that he hadn’t been able to see her. But, when she met his gaze, Pandora seemed to understand.

She hadn’t been out of Heimdall’s sight. He had seen her the entire time. He had lied to the king. He had committed treason. Why he had done such a thing, Pandora hadn’t a clue, but she wasn’t going to reveal his secret, especially since it was probably the only reason Pandora hadn’t been caught sooner.

So, Pandora gave the answer that she had rehearsed. “Magic.” She said, and for good measure, she continued, “A simple but adequate spell that broadcasts a different location each time someone tries to locate me.”

She noticed Heimdall slightly relax after she had answered, confirming her suspicions. “I see.” Odin said, rubbing his beard. He didn’t look like he believed her, but it was obvious that it was what he expected her to say. After all, it made perfect sense.

Pandora had expected all of the questions that had been thrown at her thus far, but what she didn’t expect was for Frigga to ask her the same question that she had asked Pandora in the cells. “What do you want in life?”

It wasn’t clear to Odin or anyone else why Frigga would have asked such a question, but it was obvious to Pandora: sympathy. The council didn’t have much of that to give, all things considered, but she considered that some of them might feel guilty for sending her off as a child. Banking off of their small bits of sympathy might prove beneficial, so Pandora knew she needed to answer.

But, even though she knew she needed to say something, Pandora froze. She could tell that she wasn’t the only one uncomfortable with the question, as several of the council members were beginning to whisper. 

She felt a hand grab hers under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked to her left to see that the hand belonged to Loki, although his gaze wasn’t focused on her, he pretended to be fully focused on the council and their questions.

This gave Pandora the confidence she needed, so she drew in a breath. “I would like to have some sort of stability. People that care for me, and vice versa.” The answer was a less emotional one than what she had given Frigga, but it still made her feel partially vulnerable.

The council hadn’t been expecting this answer, nor had they accepted it. Someone even had the nerve to laugh, although they quickly turned it into an awkward cough once the Allmother glanced their way.

“I know you all don’t believe me, but it’s true. To be fair, I was a child when I was kicked out. I haven’t exactly had any sense of stability since then. I’m sure you all would feel the same if taken out of your posh lives and forced to survive on your own.”

After that, the whispering stopped and the council’s awkward glances turned downwards. They were the ones that had sent her off in the first place, and they deserved to feel awkward.

Nobody spoke for a few minutes, until finally Frigga broke the silence. “I suppose we all would feel the same way in your situation.” She mused, and to Pandora’s surprise, a few people mumbled agreements.

Odin cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention towards him. “Well then, what did you do in Midgard while you resided there?”

“I took different jobs at different places, moving every now and then to avoid any suspicions. I’ve been a barista, a sales associate, a private investigator; I’ve collected several jobs over the years to keep me busy.” Pandora explained, recounting her experiences. Some of her jobs had been wonderful, while others had not. Whenever her work involved customer service, Pandora found it more difficult as she had to handle a plethora of stupid people.

She hadn’t done anything particularly violent on Earth, and nothing that was too illegal. Some Midgaurdian laws seemed to be too constrictive, so it wasn’t entirely her fault that she occasionally did something that was against the law.

“What would you do if you were to go back to Midgard?” Frigga asked, folding her hands neatly on the table. 

Pandora wasn’t entirely sure what she would do if she was able to go back to Earth, but she had some ideas. It would certainly make it easier that she wouldn’t have to worry about someone finding her, now that it had already happened. “I suppose I would continue what I have been doing. Move around and get new jobs, and then just repeat the process.” 

What she really wanted to do was settle down, but nowhere in the mortal world she had felt entirely at ‘home.’ She wasn’t sure what ‘home’ was supposed to feel like. Was it supposed to feel like when she was a child with her parents?

Plus, with her being hunted down, she couldn’t have risked it. “Maybe if I find somewhere that I like, I’ll be able to settle down.”

Frigga nodded and looked at Odin, who seemed to be deep in thought. Could he actually be considering letting Pandora go? If so, she would be indebted to Frigga. Pandora had doubted her chances of being released, as she had already been hatching an escape plan. She could probably get Loki to help, but she wasn’t sure how loyal Thor would be to his father and his decisions.

Odin looked over to Thor. “My son, you said that your group of… heroes didn’t find any crimes or deaths connected to her?”

Thor shook his head. “No father, we did not find anything connecting the lady to any sort of wrong-doing on Midgard.”

Suddenly, the hall doors burst open and King Njord walked in. Pandora had to literally bite her tongue to keep from saying or doing anything that would get her in deeper trouble.

Njord narrowed his eyes at Pandora, walking over to Odin and greeting him with a bow. “I apologize I could not make it earlier, Allfather. I had business to attend to in Vanaheim. I see you have found the prisoner.”

Njord walked and took a seat directly in front of Pandora. “I’m surprised this matter is not already closed. I thought we had a clear understanding of what was to happen if the girl was ever caught.” 

Frigga frowned at the man. “An execution without a proper royal trial? Now, Njord, that doesn’t seem very just to me.”

Pandora wasn’t exactly surprised that they had planned to execute her before Thor and Loki stepped in. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. Even with her magic being stronger than ever, she didn’t know if she would have been able to take all the guards alone as they brought her to her doom.

“I didn’t know that a trial was needed when she was clearly guilty and escaped Helheim.” He said, and Pandora grimaced. She wanted to punch him square in the jaw, but that would have to wait until another date. She grabbed a hold of her necklace locket, twirling it around in her fingers.

Loki was about to say something, but Frigga subtly raised her hand to stop him. Loki took note of the gesture, and held his tongue.

“Thor has just explained to us that Pandora had done nothing of malice on Midgard. The only crimes we have her committing were centuries ago, and surely those were not entirely her fault.” Frigga said, but Njord didn’t seem to give her the same respect he gave Odin. 

He didn’t even need to come up with a response. “She was a danger to the nine realms, and we did what needed to be done. She still is a danger, and I thought that you both would be able to see that.”

Pandora scowled. “Tell me, Njord, how exactly was a kid that much of a threat that you had to banish her to Hel?”

Njord seemed taken aback by the fact Pandora did not address him with his title, but he quickly composed himself. “Seiðr is a dangerous art and should not be in the hands of those we can not trust!” 

Pandora was about to make another retort, but a beautiful goddess walked in. Everything about her screamed that she was powerful, and not someone to cross. It was Freya, Njord’s daughter.

Njord seemed surprised by his daughter’s arrival. “Freya, what are you-” but he paused as she strutted right up to Pandora and offered her hand. Pandora stood up, firmly shaking Freya’s hand.

Freya smiled, eyeing Pandora up and down. It wasn’t a glance of judgment, but one that was of assessment. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Pandora. I have heard a lot about you.”

Pandora attempted to smother her surprise with a calculated smile. “The pleasure is all mine, my Princess.” The fact that Pandora called Freya by her title and not him clearly pissed Njord off, which made Pandora smirk.

“I know I’m not usually on the counsel, but as Princess of Vanaheim I invoke my right to have a say in this matter.” All around the table, members wore shocked faces. Even Loki was surprised. Neither him nor Pandora had seen this coming, although it was not unwelcome. Since Freya was a magic-wielding goddess, she would be easier to convince that Pandora meant no harm to the realms. 

Odin, after recovering from the initial shock, shushed the court from their conversations. “Very well then, Princess Freya, please take a seat.”

Frigga tasked herself to bring them up to speed on the situation. “So, we were just learning of how Pandora wishes to have a stable life without being on the run. As you know, much of her life has been devoid of that.”

Freya nodded. “Perfectly reasonable. I don’t see the problem with it.” Njord looked at her, livid. 

“Don’t see a problem with it?” He spat, throwing his hands up in the air. “She is dangerous. She’s killed, probably more than we know of. How can we let her loose when we know she could bring death and destruction?” 

Freya leveled her shoulders, not looking bothered. “So have I. Lots of people are dangerous, but that doesn’t mean that they will inflict harm. The death she caused centuries ago was the result of a child discovering something that was buried within. Did you forget how it was when I discovered my magic?”

This seemed to temporarily silence Njord, and Thor used that time to speak. “Father, what if I kept an eye on her? You send Pandora back to Midgard, and I will check in with her and ensure all is well.” 

Frigga seemed pleased with the plan, and Odin didn’t immediately reject it. Njord, however, was not easily swayed. “Absolutely not. She would just run away like she has before.”

Pandora narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t speak. She could not find words that would be nice enough to describe her point, so she opted for silence. 

“Pandora, will you please follow one of the guards back to your room? I will discuss the matter with the council and we will come to a decision.” Odin said, and Pandora nodded, walking towards the exit with a guard. 

She turned back towards the table, the royals, her parents, and smiled. It was somewhat forced, but it was a smile nonetheless. “Thank you for considering my case.” She bowed, locked eyes with Loki, and her smile became a tad more genuine. “Thank you.”

The guard led her out of the great hall and back to her temporary room. Now, all she could do was wait. She rested, knowing that if the outcome was not in their favor, she would need to have all the energy she could muster.

~~~~~

Three knocks sounded at the door. The pattern sounded rushed, but not dangerous. If they had denied her request to return to Midgard, would they have the courtesy to knock? She would have assumed them to run in and seize her.

However, she did not want to push her luck. She moved closer to the door, ready to go into a defensive mode. Would they want to execute her? Or would they lock her up for all of eternity?

Pandora pushed the door open, finding just Loki and Thor. They both had smiles on their faces, and Pandora dropped her defensive state a little bit. “You are free to live!” Thor shouted.

She didn’t know how to react. She didn’t exactly plan it all out this far. She had mostly expected to be fighting for her life at this moment, but the fact things had gone right? How was one supposed to react? Finding out that she would no longer have to run, after running all her life?

“Of course, there are restrictions, and you’ll have to stay in touch with me, but you won’t be stuck in a cell…” Thor began to ramble about some of the things the council would expect her to do, and that she would need to check in with Thor often. Pandora, still in shock, pulled Loki and Thor into a hug.

She hadn’t hugged anyone in a long while, but it felt right. It was a little awkward, her between two men who reacted very differently to the hug. Thor returned the embrace, but Loki was hesitant and stiff. After a second, though, he caught his wits and wrapped his arm around her. “Thank you.” Pandora whispered, afraid that she would wake up and be in a cell, or worse, in Hel.

“You're welcome.” Loki and Thor said at the same time, locking eyes with each other. It had been a while since they had worked together to achieve a common goal, and it felt strangely satisfying now that they had. Maybe their strained sibling relationship needed this.

Pandora pulled away, letting a tear fall down her cheek. “We will return to Midgard in the morning.” Thor said, and Pandora nodded. He bid his goodbyes, leaving Pandora and Loki alone.

“Will you be coming with us?” Pandora asked, and Loki frowned. He hadn’t ever dreamed of returning once his assignment was done. But after getting to know Pandora, even as little as he had been able to, he was intrigued.

Intrigue wasn’t all that influenced his decision. In truth, his mother had talked to him about it. She wanted Loki to go with Thor and help out the Avengers more, to try to build a better image for himself. He wasn’t ecstatic about the idea, but he could always come back to Asgard and say it didn’t work out.

“My mother talked to me, she wants me to go with Thor and continue to help out the Avengers. Something about ‘reforming my image in the public’s eye.’” He made a face, and Pandora laughed, looking relieved.

She smiled. “I’m glad. I’m not sure where I’ll go when we go back, but I hope we can remain in contact.” 

Loki smiled and nodded at her. “I would like that.”

And so, Loki left Pandora to pack a couple of dresses that she had found in the closet along with the vase of flowers. The flowers had not shown a singular sign of death, and they were as vibrant as they had been when she first received them.

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[rainbowsky]

After Cheng Yi posted those comics many people doubted that she is doing this to gain attention/followers.

 Because of this did you doubt that Huang Ziteng’s heart mole with covid swab drawing may also be posted only to gain attention without any truth in the drawing?

[Personally I think that Huang Ziteng did not do it to gain attention. He has posted out of appreciation towards XZ-WYB.]

Hi Anon!

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Well, a lot of people did question his motives when he posted that. There were people, including c-turtles, who were suspicious that he might be trying to get attention. This is just a normal thing that happens whenever a celebrity does anything appearing to link themselves to other celebrities in some way. Even publicly wishing a happy birthday to someone can get them accused of that.

There are a couple of things, though, that separate what he did from what she did. For one thing, he never mentioned or implied GG and DD in any way in his post. Fans deduced it from the situation/timing (just after the whole trip rumor was running wild), his words (talking about 'loving bravely'), and from the image that he posted (using GG and DD's colors with a yellow background and graphical elements that are related to the rumor). There was no way a random passerby would ever associate anything in his post with GG and DD.

Cheng Yi, on the other hand, was directly talking about a romantic relationship between GG and DD in her post. She was talking about the recording of Wuji, which she was present for, posting video of them, posting cartoons depicting them, etc. So even though she never mentioned their names, she did directly connect herself to them in no uncertain terms. Anyone viewing the post who knew who GG and DD are would know it was about them.

I think that's why people were a bit more suspicious of her than they were of Huang Ziteng. Not just because she was identifying them as the clear subject of her post, but also because she was talking openly about them being in love - as someone who knew them personally - without labeling it as fake.

I talked about that in more detail in this post. My post about Huang Ziteng is here.

As for my position on all this - I don't think Huang Ziteng was trying to get attention. He almost never posts on Weibo, but he posted that. If GG and DD had any issue with it, they would have asked him to take it down. It's still up there last I checked. And I think GG drew the picture, too, which I talked about more here.

Cheng Yi is a different issue. I am still a bit wary about someone who personally knows them speaking so openly as a turtle, without labeling it as fake. That's mainly just my turtle brain throwing up alarms when something isn't following normal turtle protocol to protect GG and DD. I talk about my feelings about all that in detail here.

[goldenworldsabound]

If I can send in a s/i meme, ⏰️, 🌼, and 👀 for the tensura inserts ! My tensura s/i is a fairy, though I like completely took the Canon fairy lore and treated it like putty to mold, specifically she's exiled and Ramiris's grand daughter, and lived in the ogre village before joining Tempest with their gang. She's a pretty tiny gal, her main duty in Tempest is being master of the arts, she's pretty creative and has done a lot to bring more style to the kingdom. She's a sweetie, a lil ditzy maybe but she's not stupid, a snack sized ball of light and excitable, she's often found happily swinging her legs and sitting in her garden of flowers, lmao

Oh yes Tensura YESSSSS! Friendship Asks Fairy SI 👀

For some context before I dive in, with regards to the plot and timeline of the main LN/manga/anime, Wendy actually goes to Tempest not long after Milim first does in order to investigate (and because they're curious about the otherworlder Rimuru who they met offhand before he got all strong - I am behind on posting that fic oops). So Milim knows who Wendy is, Rimuru doesn't know that they're associated with Clayman, and neither does the rest of the town (and don't worry, they don't betray Tempest! promise). Because Rimuru introduced Wendy to Milim, Milim decided to play along and not reveal the truth (part of the non-interference agreement anyway, since Wendy seems to not be interesting in interfering with Milim).

ANYWAY ASKS

⏰ - When/How would our S/Is meet? How were first impressions?

Your SI joins the village first so I bet Rimuru would introduce us! Rimuru is pretty excited because Wendy is an Otherworlder who doesn't immediately go "a slime? lol wtf" fkjdsahfkjsa

Wendy would be a little bit worried that as a fairy you might know who they are and that they associate with Clayman - but they're really here on their own desire and not his orders anyway. So they might be a bit wary. It doesn't sound like your SI would actually have reason to know this though so I think Wendy would end up being touched by how welcoming you are!

🌼 - What does your S/I like about mine?

CREATIVITY!!! ARTISTIC!!! THE EXCITEMENT AND ENERGY!!! That is super fun and they haven't been feeling that themself lately. ALSO I bet you're real sweet to Wendy's fox Yuzu (think Ranga level intelligence) and that endears you immediately to them! But really like Wendy was artistic in our world (cause they are Me lol) but there hasn't been a ton of chance to execute on that in the past century, what with things happening with Clayman (there's a light novel spoiler that explains why he's behaving odd during the course of the main plot) and mostly just executing his orders. So your boundless enthusiasm for stuff like that makes them so happy 🥺 they want to join in!

👀 - What does your S/I think about my F/O? Does it affect the relationship between your S/I and mine?

Benimaru, Soei, and Diablo right? :D well...Wendy is a bit wary of how perceptive Benimaru and Soei are at first, and can't fully let down their guard around them since they are in town despite being affiliated with a (unfortunately hostile) demon lord, so...that may just influence the amount of wariness exhibited around your SI too, being aware that anything they let slip could make it to those two protectors as well!

By the time Diablo is in the picture- well actually this merits another context dump. Clayman is still killed in my time (I focus mainly on the Clayman's Revenge timeline nfkjdashfkja where things are different) and after that Rimuru keeps me captured rather than killing me. Diablo is fucking terrifying. Even once I sort of turn a new leaf and agree to be part of Tempest, Diablo is still not fully sold on me and he scares the shit out of me :D Wendy is fully afraid to go talk to your SI again at first cause like what if Diablo gets protective and kills me- fkjdshfkjhsakj so you know. At this point I'd have similar concerns about how strong Soei and Benimaru are too but Diablo is just...so terrifying and actively watching them more aggressively so XD

[mindrole]

Yo, I somewhat lurk your blog because you make very fun and interesting posts!! Your takes are nice to read and your art is very nice; I simply avoid to reblog because I had this...vibe? I guess? That you wanted your posts to remain a little more hidden away.

That doesn't change the fact that I surely can't be the only one who lurks but certainly loves your work!!!

first of all, thank you for the kind words!!

tbh i kind of just rattled the post off and went to do stuff so i forgot about it, i didn't expect a response, so im super flattered!! (and a little embarassed, perhaps bashful)

its quite kind of you to send this...

the issue of reblogs: i dont mind at all!! as you may have noticed there are two or three posts i have locked reblogs for.. those are obviously NG (mostly either "my interpretation changed drastically so im disowning it" or "ill go back and fix it (<-art)") but everything else is A-OK ❤️ if i don't want something to be reblogged i will lock it. (usually i will leave in the tags or edit the post with the reason)

i love when my stuff is shared around!! and getting nice nonnies like you is always a lot of fun. to be honest i think because those dried up for a while i got a stir crazy

really i'm like, a very sociable person, i like to bounce ideas off of others even if its indirect and even i get really neurotic about stuff. so i read every tag and interaction with a big goofy smile on my face. i like feeling seen, and most people would not disagree that it's nice. so it's like this... i am... a huge geek

i want to be less sheepish about posting in the main tag too. the initial bad experience i had (and caused myself, i don't wanna deny that) can't really be helped anymore, but eventually i wanna be brave about it. i wanna shake off the weird mindset of "i've already ruined my shot so i should stop posting in the tag, everyone probably already has a big ❌️ on me anyway." (if someone doesn't want to see my stuff they probably already have me blocked... so its fine!!! or they can just scroll past. im not taking up any space i shouldn't. i have to learn this!!!)

there are a lot of things i don't tag because either i'm afraid my sense of humor is too esoteric and/or mean spirited or because it is a junk doodle (not in a self deprecating way, its just not something i wanna put in the tag). also cuz i post a lot, it is kind of spam-y. recently i got an ask asking why i hate httr... of course i don't!!! but i love making fun of that baby man so much. so im also wary of maybe, i might upset someone without that context and they think i'm openly posting character hate. that kind of thing, i worry TOO much

(don't worry, that ask was really funny, even if it scrambled my brain a bit)

i think a lot of people who might enjoy the blog also may bounce after reading my pinned and seeing that i don't tag spoilers. that's ok, i hope someone translates the interlude soon because somehow even in its short duration i love it a lot. com is coming out soon too!!! eventually the stock of those characters will rise and they will gain more fans and they will come across my blog and go, woah, this crazy person drew so much art prerelease!!!!. azuma's stock... will also rise!!!

at the end of the day my philosophy is that fan works are things we share out of love and passion, loving the works of others and making are like a symbiotic relationship, one cannot exist without the other. seeing other people's stuff makes me wanna make too. that kind of thing. this applies to both fan work and original work actually.

sorry you got subjected to my mentally ill ramble... im really thankful to have gotten this ask genuinely.. it super made my day

i hope you continue to enjoy the blog ^^

[punkrockgirlalmighty]

5, 6, 11 for the fanfic asks

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I really want to get part 2 of Square One finished ASAP ... it has been hanging over my head for so long that it is becoming a block aha

there's a snippet below the cut ;)

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

ahh so many... but the one I am most excited for is a turn of the century style, forbidden love au - mainly because I have the last line in my head and it's a fucking banger!

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

i'd like to get more comfortable writing smut definitely and I would love to be able to write something genuinely fluffy with no angst...

but I also love reading angst and sometimes I think this fandom is too good to the boys or wary of keeping them apart.

My favourite trope is one person fucking up and the other forgiving them and I will continue to write that over and over I'm sure aha

“Have you been with anyone else? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want but… there hasn’t been for me. I mean not since…” he winced.

Carlos’ shoulders tensed up as he thought back to his ill-intentioned hook ups. For the briefest of moments he thought about lying, whether to protect TK or because of his own shame he wasn’t sure but either way he knew he owed them both honesty. “There was a few guys. Right after we broke up, but no one that meant anything.”

TK let out a deep exhale and he felt him shuffle down the bed until he was sat next to him. “OK.”

But TK didn’t look like he thought it was ok, he looked upset.

“You can tell me what you really feel you know? Even if it’s bad,” Carlos said softly.

TK’s eyes searched his and Carlos watched as unease turned to hesitation and then finally with a shake of his head he relented. “OK I hate it. I know I have no right and it’s hugely hypocritical of me but the thought of you with someone else… hurts.”

“I only did it to get back at you… I thought it might make me feel better but to be honest it just made me feel empty.” TK was keeping his expression carefully neutral but he was gripping the comforter, his fingers twisting and untwisting the fabric. “I’m not proud of it, but I won’t apologize for it either.”

Carlos closed his eyes and bit back the desire to say sorry for not saying sorry.

“Hey, Carlos please look at me?” TK urged him gently after a few moments. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see TK smiling at him. “I will never ask you to apologize for anything that happened while we were broken up. You did what you needed to do, and you don’t need my permission or forgiveness to not feel bad about it, ok?”

He felt a little stunned, it was not the reaction he was expecting. Not from TK.

“You’re not the only one who has changed Carlos,” TK said, like he knew exactly what Carlos was thinking. “I know it will take time for me to prove it and I need to earn your trust again. We can take this as slow as you need.”

“I know you’ve changed,” Carlos said and it was true; he had already seen plenty of proof of that. “But you are right, trusting you again…it’s not easy.”

He hated admitting it.

Being angry had been easy; TK hurt him and it felt simple to resent him for that. Forgetting him had been impossible so he hadn’t even tried. When they were just friends he gave himself a strict set of rules to follow that made it manageable.

But this? This scared him. He was stuck out on a tight rope; he could still go solo back to his comfortable life, or he could move towards a future with TK but regardless of what option he picked now he risked losing his balance and plummeting. Rock bottom.

TK was looking at him, half hopeful and half resigned, and Carlos experienced that same magnetic pull he had felt before in his presence. He picked up one of TK’s hands and clasped it between both of his own. The feel of TK’s fingers squeezing back sent a wave of calm through him and it was suddenly easier to breathe.

“I can’t promise anything,” Carlos said, “but I can tell you that I want this. I want you.”

 Yes, it was messy and complicated and confusing but, if the way every cell in his body seemed to rejoice when TK’s face split into a bright smile was any indication, it was also worth it.

“You want me,” TK said, “and you don’t deny yourself the things you want anymore.”

Carlos grinned back at him, “Exactly.”

[rinneverse]

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱. · · · ♡

— pairing: thoma x f!reader

— warnings: service dom thoma, sub reader, afab reader, praise, oral (f. receiving), v. fingering, overstim, facesitting, i am so in love w thoma it hurts. this was written with a chubby reader (me) in mind so be wary of that. (there’s only like 1-2 mentions of it i promise)

— wc: 1.1k of pure indulgent smut LMFAO

— synopsis: thoma takes care of you after a long day.

— notes: old post from my old blog!! i love thoma a lot tho so i’m reposting it here teehee. i also revamped it a bit to post on my ao3 LOLOL . DNI IF U DO NOT HAVE AN AGE VISIBLE ON UR BLOG.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI. ♡

when thoma knows you’ve had a long and grueling day, prepare to be coddled to the max. as soon as you’re through the door he’s already taking your coat, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as he murmurs, “welcome home, love.”

you let him whisk you away to your shared bedroom, his lithe fingers massaging circles into your aching shoulders. “thoma, dear, what are you up to?” you ask him, a curious look on your face as he nudges you towards the bed. he smiles prettily down at you as you sit on the mattress.

and then he kneels in front of you, large hands grasping your plush thighs as he settles between your legs. you knowingly smile at him.

“just want to make my sweet flower feel better, s’all,” he hums, massaging your legs. you let out a soft sigh as he presses kisses up your inner thighs, nimble fingers sliding under your skirt and hooking under the waistband of your panties as he tugs them down. the cool air against your heat has you shivering and he chuckles.

“thoma... c’mere.” you open your arms for him, hearts in your eyes as you stare at the blond kneeling before you. the love you felt for him was overwhelming and you thought you might go insane if you didn’t get his lips on yours right now.

he rises without hesitation, long arms encasing you in a warm embrace as he leans his head down to slot his lips against yours. the kiss you share is passionate and full of love for one another. you can’t help but smile as the two of you separate, breathing one another in, foreheads pressing together.

“i missed you.” you speak softly, not wanting to shatter the close atmosphere the two of you shared.

“we saw eachother this morning,” thoma replies with an amused chuckle. you shake your head mirthfully.

“still, i hate being away from you. today was too long.”

thoma nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and your hands move to run up and down his back. your fingers run over every groove and dip, appreciating the muscles of your boyfriend’s back. he lets out an appreciative sigh as your nails gently scratch him through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

he kisses you once more, this time more desperately, before he’s pulling you in his arms and adjusting the two of you so that he’s sitting and you’re straddling his lap. you can feel the growing bulge in his pants nudge up against you.

“let me make you feel good, flower.” thoma’s voice is breathless, shaking, and you know it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back from shamelessly rutting against you. the thought makes you giddy. “sit on my face?”

your breath stops. the question has your mind reeling, and your mouth gapes at him and he has the audacity to smile as if he were just asking an innocent little question when it really was everything but.

“okay.”

thoma’s smile widens, a hint of smugness in it as you hurry to shimmy your skirt off. he helps you diligently, expert fingers hooking under the fabric of your clothes until you’re sitting there, completely nude, his own shirt discarded somewhere else in the room. he lays back and grasps at your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re straddling his face. you have a white-knuckled grip on the headboard as you stare down at him.

“don’t be so tense, baby. i’ll make you feel great.” thoma reassures you, calloused hands running down the small of your back, continuing even lower to cup the globes of your ass. he squeezes them playfully and you pout down at him.

“thank you for the meal,” he hums before he grabs a hold of your hips, pulling you down so that your cunt meets his waiting tongue. the sensation sends you reeling, and thoma fucking groans as he licks a line up your slit, stopping to swirl his tongue around your clit. he can feel his cock throb at the sounds you let out, and he inhales sharply before saying, “keep making those noises for me, pretty. you’re so hot, baby, let me make you feel good.”

your back arches as he circles a finger around your weeping hole before slowly pushing two in. he curls them in the way he knows you love and it has you seeing stars, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. thoma kisses your aching clit before taking it in his mouth, sucking, and you’re sobbing his name, little curses and praises falling from your lips.

your taste alone has his eyes rolling up in the back of his head. he swears he could cum from getting you off alone. and when you rock your hips against his face, he prays to the archons that he doesn’t actually cum in his pants.

“thoma, thoma, thoma,” you chant his name, reaching a trembling hand down to thread it through his soft locks. he groans in your pussy when you tug, and the vibrations make your thighs clench. “m’close, so close, don’t stop!”

he doesn’t stop. he pumps his fingers faster, and when he prods that spongy little spot in you, you let out a sob as your walls spasm around him. he fucks you through your high, leaving little kitten licks on your clit, his fingers slowly thrusting in and out. you’re panting harshly when you come down, twitching from the stimulation. “s’too much, baby, hold on,” you whimper, but he doesn’t listen.

“thought you didn’t want me to stop. c’mon, one more for me, pretty?”

you don’t think you have it in you, but when he attaches his mouth to your sensitive clit you can feel the coil in your tummy tightening, and soon he’s making you see stars again. he pops his mouth off your clit with a wet pop, and you can see that his lower face is drenched in your juices. your face warms at the sight.

“you taste so sweet,” thoma hums as he licks his fingers clean. you tug at his hair with a pout and he laughs.

you shuffle back, giving him room to sit up, smiling as his arms immediately wrap around your waist. he brings a hand up to grasp your chin gently and he presses a kiss to your lips — the fact that you can taste your arousal on him has you weak in the knees.

“told you i’d take good care of you,” thoma chuckles and you roll your eyes playfully.

“i never doubted you. now... let me return the favor?”

thoma grins.

“i’d never say no to what my little flower wants.”

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