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dreamingwithmyadhd · 2 years ago

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I am no father. I am not an uncle, I am not even a man, but rather a trans man. And none of my siblings are the age where I had to care for them. But besides that fact, I had a dream where I had a child. His name was Christopher, and he was a premature baby. In my dream, I held him in my arms, in a cold and dark hospital room. He had a hemangioma on his left arm. I have one on my right chest, so I assume it is genetics that made him so beautiful.

A hemangioma is a benign tumor. They make my skin like the skin of an orange. peppered with pitholes and discolored in some places. Though, my skin is not rough and thick like that of an orange. It is like the skin on the back of one’s knees or under the eyes.

While it is normal for babies to cry, he did not. He breathed in my arms and I watched his small lips pucker to take breaths. I felt my heart swell with anxiety and love for Christopher.

And my head spins as I am swept away from the bed and sat down in a bedroom, my childhood bedroom with Christopher standing in front of me. His first steps. He started speaking before walking, so he cries out for me, the individual who birthed him, in a mushy garble as i watch with pounding anxiety as he stumbles to me. He looks like me, i realize. He has a round face and bright hazel green eyes. his hair curls across his forehead, a bright yellow blond. Red flushes the chubby sides of his face as he is young. He makes his way to me.

Step.

By.

Step.

and i nearly cry. I am no father or uncle, and yet i feel so much compassion for a child i will realize later is not real.

I am a single parent, i realize soon after finding no one else in the house and no record of a romantic partner. I already know i am asexual.

I spend flashing days with my son, my beautiful and intelligent son. he is just like me.

“Christopher, What do you want to learn?” i ask him.

He tells me he wants to study birds and stars. He tells me he likes the way they move in the big blue air, and at night they make their own cities. He is five years old and he shows me his drawing. It is of the two of us, i suppose. I cannot tell, for it is mostly the wild intelligible scribbles of a five year old.

We spin to being in the doctors office and i watch Christopher whimper as he gets a shot. He is eight years old and i feel my skin sag and my bones ache as I get older. I feel my son turn to me and ask me if he’ll get sick or if he’ll be like a superhero. I tell him he will stay the same, loving Christopher he is.

He is my son, my own flesh and blood and it pains me to see him run off to school, and begrudgingly walk home. He spends more time in his room, and comes out for meals or a material object. His eyes dont light up anymore upon the mention of learning and i ponder if it is because of school or me.

My anxiety spirals me down a dark path of fearing i am a bad mother turned father. I do research, i take tests and i ask my friends if i am being too harsh on my pride and joy.

I wish they tell me no, but i cant read their lips as silence floods out of their mouths like waterfalls, filling the room and drowning me in doubt. I gasp for air in the top of the room, but feel the weight of my legs drag me down until the room turns into a funnel and we spin until we fall through.

I ask my own mother if i am a bad parent, if i am doing something wrong for my son by being a trans man, or wanting to teach him, or making foods i think he’ll like but he doesnt.

Utter horrifying silence fills my head as she explains to me in a thousand different languages other than my own about her experience raising me and i hope she is telling me parenting takes time.

Christopher notices how frequently i ask if he’s ok. He notices how often i cry if he gets upset, and it puts pressure on him. His seventh birthday is coming up soon and i cant be a bad parent for this. He shouldnt deal with this at his age. I wish this were a dream, i breathe out and frown at the work in my hands. My own art laughs at me from my insecurities.

My son, Christopher is my Jupiter-hopping space cadet. Saying i love you is usually hard for me, to say to friends, family and romantic partners. But for him, the words slide their way into his ears more than a few times per day, and if i could, more than a few times per hour.

I wont be like my adopted parents, i tell myself. I will hold him with compassion. I will let him figure his way and help guide him. And yet i panic as i set out the cake for his birthday. I forget for a moment the name of his favorite flavor cake, and i ask myself if im bad for forgetting.

I hate myself for spiraling down and coming to the realization that this is a dream. I hate myself for now looking upon my beaming son, now seven years of age and knowing he isnt real. the cake in his cheeks and on the pltes in my hands arent real. My mother is not beside me, celebrating her grandson along with my siblings.

And i wake up. I wake up and i gasp and clutch the air, wanting to go back to the world where my son, Christopher, is real. The world where he turns seven on his birthday, March twenty-seventh.

I am nothing more than a nineteen year old girl in a lilac room with white curtains, the color choices having existed since the house was built before i was born. I gaze upon the dead roses on my dresser- from when i was sick with a life threatening disease.

And I stare at the mirror that faces my bed. My hair is long, Branching and crawling its way down to my shoulder blades. My eyes blur as i feel my nose burn from tears. They prick my face, and they drag me out of bed to clean them up.

I miss my son. I wish to overcome my own insecurities to draw him, to make a permanent piece of work that shows the child I had. The child that lives within me.

#angst #art #writing #writers on tumblr #dreams #dreamcore #manic pixie dream girl #lucid dreaming #children #childhood #inner child

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roughentumble · 5 months ago

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YESSSSS EXACTLY!!!!! YOU GET IT!!!!!

logan and wade both have a pretty bad track record with being taken and experimented on, so once they know what's going on, they have a soft spot for eddie and venom, totally determined to free V!!

and banner, for his part, isnt TRYING to be a villain. he's trying to be a scientist. he separated the two of them thinking he was saving a civilian, he kept venom because he didn't want to murder anyone(even an alien that needs brains to survive) so he "imprisoned" them in a jar, he's doing experiments because obviously these symbiotes are dangerous and an unknown quantity and the more he knows the better they can all defend earth! he doesnt see how all the individual pieces of what he's doing have led to, you know, mad scientist villain behavior. especially with backing from SHIELD, known to be somewhat shady even when its trying to do the right thing.

of course, before they can do anything they have to do recon work, and eddie insists on being a part of everything. normally they wouldn't let a client be part of the merc work, but eddie insists he's done this type of shit before, that he can be useful, and that he's going to need to be there when they get venom back. he explains it, says "V and i have done this type of shit together, we took down an /alien invasion/ together, i'm not incompetant. i may not be able to do this on my own, but im not useless." and then, voice breaking, he says "please, give me something to do." because he'll go crazy if he's just pacing the apartment, waiting. he cant sit in that apartment alone. and wade and logan are sharing a look, and caving.

("well, your funeral. we've already been paid, so if you die no skin off our backs." wade says with a little too much pep. logan elbows him, and holds out a hand to eddie. "we'll make use of you," logan promises, "and we'll keep you safe.")

god and what if they notice how eddie's in a bad way, especially after a night or two alone in that damn apartment, and wade offers "why don't you stay with us? no need to run back and forth between apartments to share information, and if a lead pops up we can share it immediately, much more efficient." but it's really because he can tell eddie isnt used to sleeping alone anymore. and eddie grabs it like its a lifeline, because the apartment is supposed to be THEIRS!!! TOGETHER!!! and its lonely now!!! so he curls up on an air mattress in the corner of wade and logan and althea's tiny shitty place, and tries not to feel like his lungs are collapsing in on themselves from being so crushingly alone

you know what we need? a fic where bruce banner tries to forcibly separate eddie and venom. after all, venom is attacking people, and he knows what it's like to be taken over by a beast that you cant control! and he cant be separated from the hulk, but he can save this human taken hostage by a space alien. clearly, he is helping.

only for eddie to wake up on a gurney after a soundwave attack and be forced to go on a super spy mission to retrieve his love, and shut down banner's sonic weapons

#i loveeeee the headcanon that eddie can feel venom #moving and slipping between his organs #so now his chest literally feels empty #because venom isnt hiding between his organs anymore. hugging him from the inside.#polycule au

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moongirlcleo · 2 years ago

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hi levy! i hope you’re doing well:) feb 15th is my birthday, so i was wondering if i could get a bit of a 3 in one kind of list of headcanons if that’s okay with you!! all 3 headcanons being birthday headcanons on how sting, laxus, and mystogan would go about celebrating their girlfriend/crush’s birthday (fairytail gf/crush ofc!) and what it would generally look like (individually by the way haha). love you always!!

Hi anon!!! Happy Birthday to youuu !! I'd be happy to do this for you <3

Sting x fairy tail s/o (SFW/NSFW CW)

Sting will have had an idea on how to celebrate your birthday at least two weeks before your actual day. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he wanted to make sure he spoiled you rotten because you worked so hard every day.

He asked Rogue, Yukino, Minerva, Natsu and Erza to help coordinate times and details to ensure you would be free and available during his surprise.

Sting would make no indication he even remembered it was your birthday until the morning of.

He would 100% wake you up with morning sex, focusing solely on you and your pleasure.

He'd pretend it was just a normal day, which would make you feel down at first, until he couldn't keep it a secret anymore before having Minerva use her magic to teleport the two of you back to your guild hall, where everyone was waiting to yell "surprise!"

The look of love and surprise on your face was worth it to him. After all, you are his princess.

Laxus x fairy tail s/o (SFW/NSFW CW)

Laxus isn't really a romantic type of guy. As it is, he shows his love for you through tasks and simple gestures to make your day easier.

Your birthday is no different. Erza and Mira both were on his ass about not planning a party or anything for you, and it irked him that they thought so little of what he does for you.

So this man will huff and puff down to the market and buy you your favorite flowers and a chocolate cake because it was your favorite, but to hell with anyone if they gave him shit about it.

Before you woke up, he'd set the flowers out next to the cake at the kitchen table and decided to give you your present to wake you up. (yes, dragon slayers all seem to share one singular brain cell when it comes to thinking sex is the best present lol)

He gives it to you slow and sensual, knowing you preferred it over his rough and vigorous nature most of the time. He really took his time with you this morning.

Mystogan x fairy tail s/o (SFW/NSFW CW)

Okay, lets be honest Mystogan is probably the best out of all three boys when it comes to planning a birthday. He is really intuitive when it comes to your needs and likes.

He hired Mira to make you a strawberry cake for your birthday and commissioned Reedus to paint you a picture of you and Myst's favorite place in Magnolia- where you two fell in love.

He also made sure Natsu and the gang were out for the day so you wouldn't have to mother them - as you tended to whenever your friends got rowdy.

Mystogan wanted a small intimate party for you since bigger crowds overwhelmed you, so Mira, Makarov, Mystogan and Levy were there to sing happy birthday to you as you blew out your candles and made a wish, which caused you to cry happy tears.

After he brought you home, you hinted at wanting birthday sex, so he nervously agreed. (you cant tell me this man is super experienced, sorry shy boi) You two shared your first time together in the candlelight of his apartment all night long.

You couldn't have asked for a better birthday with your soulmate and friends.

I hope you liked these anon! Again, happiest of birthdays <3

#fairy+tail+x+reader #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail 100 years quest #fairy tail #sting eucliffe #laxus dreyar #mystogan

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.

Day 2: That’s Not Exactly Folgers In Your Cup

Warnings: Smut (Oral) and Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N- Hello! I hope y’all are as excited about this holiday special collaboration made with @what-is-your-plan-today and @jennmurawski13 as I am. It all blossomed from early morning (for me) ramblings and we decided to do it. 2020 has been a hell of a year and we all needed a little something to smile about. And come on, whats funnier then imagining Ransom Drysdale trying to be domestic? Plus it gives some feels. There will be smut written in occasionally, so please heed the warnings to each individual fic.

Also, we are alternating, but will reblog on our accounts, if you don’t want to miss any, send a message and we will get you added to the tag list. Happy Reading.

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Ransom woke before you, the early morning light streaming through the window cut right across his face and he swore into the pillow while rolling to his back to sling his arm over his eyes to cut off the annoyance. He was almost there, back in that blissful state of unconsciousness when his body took over and insisted he get up. Any further attempt to return to sleep was now disrupted when natural morning urges overtook him and he sighed while lifting his arm to let the light return, blinking rapidly to adjust to the the most inconvenient thing to plague him at this hour.

Next to him you were still asleep, soundly, peacefully which made him scowl at you for being so blissfully unconscious. He envied you in this moment as he rolled up from bed and trudged into the bathroom to take care of himself. Afterwards once he came back out, he grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and slipped them on. You would be waking up soon, and there was one thing you always wanted before anything else, even before you were pregnant, it was a must have or else. Now you valued this all that much more since his child seemed to just suck all the energy from you, savored it more then he savored his biscoff cookies.

Your coffee. And hell be damned if you didn't get your coffee.

Now typically you make it, liking a certain amount of scoops to get you through the morning, touch of cream and a little sprinkle of sugar just to take the bite out of it. Ransom has seen you make it countless times in the morning, your over sized tee hanging around your thighs and hair piled atop your head. Your eyes would be closed while you measured, you just knew it down to the action how you wanted it. He never tried to mess with your perfection. In fact he learned early on to stay out of your way the first twenty minutes in the morning unless he was taking care of you between the sheets. That was the only equivalent you were accepting of in the morning.

This morning Ransom felt a twinge of affection now that he was awake, seeing you shift into the middle of the bed and pull his pillow into your chest like you were hugging it. Gently he leaned over and brushed the flyaway hair from your forehead and pressed a kiss there before leaving the bedroom to head downstairs.

Typically you just made Ransom a coffee too, it became almost a habit for him to want it, although he didn't need it, not like you did. But yea, he craved it and decided that this morning, since he was already up, he would just do it himself. Regardless of the fact that you had forbidden him to touch the coffee maker for some reason. Which fuck it was in his kitchen, if he wanted to use it he was going to.

“Can't be that hard, dump some grounds in, put in the fucking water.” He flipped off the top of the coffee maker to see if you pre-filled it the night before, sometimes you did. Last night was not the case though. Reached into the cupboard for the precious Starbucks coffee and opened the bag to breathe in the strong coffee bean aroma. Okay, he had to admit it was a pleasant smell, and already he could feel himself feel a bit more upbeat. He ended up setting it aside and searched everywhere for the measuring spoon, leaving a slight kitchen destruction in his path of open drawers and stuff piled on top of the kitchen counter, he just eyeballed dumping the coffee in. Completely forgetting the filter in the process.

Impatiently he waited, fingers tapping on the counter as the drip drip drip started. “It would be faster just to have someone deliver.” He muttered to himself, contemplating how much you would protest possibly hiring a housekeeper. Fran was decent… enough. He thought to himself. Aside from her being the most annoying woman his grandfather had hired. Of course she could be useful when the occasion called for it. Like now, how fucking easy would it be if someone was just delivering you two the coffee in bed.

Already he knew you probably weren't going to go for it, it was fine for Harlan according to you because he needed the help. In fact when he brought it up, your eyes rolled and you scoffed at him. “You are kidding right Ransom? You are a grown ass man, do it yourself.”

When the coffee maker finally gave the last spurt, and sounded exhausted, Ransom shook his head from the memory and turned to pull down two mugs and proceeded to pour into each. It was black, blacker than usual. He sniffed it, and needless to say it was STRONG.

Ransom just kept going, grabbing your half and half, as well as the small bit of sugar you like, he stirred it all together and brought it back up the stairs.

You were just waking up when he reentered the bedroom. Your arms lifting up to hit lightly against the headboard and your wiggling fingers while giving a yawn, you inhaled the strong scent of coffee and immediately pushed to sit.

“What is that? Is that what I think it is?” Your eyes widened as Ransom set the mug down on your nightstand with a roll of his eyes.

“Well good morning to you to Princess.” he stated as you grinned at him, reaching over for the mug while he sat on the end of the bed. You didn't dare take a sniff as if to check, not with the way Ransom was watching you intently and you just took a sip.

It hit your mouth with a ferocity that brought tears to brim to your eyes, and your taste buds screamed in protest at the gritty black death you were forcing yourself to swallow, doing everything you could to keep from spitting it out. You were just thankful that this morning you were dealing with morning sickness, yet. Somehow you forced the bitter liquid down your throat and tried to keep a straight face, as you were touched with Ransom’s act of kindness, something he was still working on. But there was no hiding your expression, as hard as you tried to keep it from Ransom.

His head dropped when he saw your face. “Fucking terrible isn’t it? See this is why you should let me hire a housekeeper.”

“Ransom, it tastes just fine. And we don’t need a housekeeper. This house isn't all that big.” You rolled your eyes as you showed him you were right by taking another sip of his coffee, forcing a smile on your face.

“I always had a housekeeper, and I turned out fine.” Ransom rebutted while moving to a stand. “Put that cup down. You can make some later.” He instructed and you were quick to set it aside, relieved not to have to pretend anymore. Ransom yanked the blankets away, making you tumble a bit in bed with a yelp.

“Ransom! What are you doing?” You looked down at him as he grasped your ankles, sliding you down the bed while he moved to kneel at the end of the bed, smirking at you.

“Cant make coffee worth shit. But I can do this, and I know you like this just as much.”

He was right, the man had a mouth on him that you had a hard time resisting, even when he was pissing you off.

Fingers delved under the band of your sleep shorts and slipped them off before draping your legs over his shoulders and pressing hungry kisses along the inside of your thigh. “Okay, you have me there, maybe I do. I'm a little scared to see what you did down in the kitchen now.”

“Nothing that can't be cleaned up.” He looked up at you, and you opened your mouth to say something about how you were going to have to clean it when he let his mouth press against your cunt and his tongue bury between the folds.

That effectively distracted you, making your words stutter from the tip of your tongue into a moan while he lapped at you, shifting between quick flicks to flattening his tongue and dragging through your folds to suck at that bundle of nerves that made you gasp his name in a needy way. Your hands shoot down to twist into his hair, holding onto his scalp while he takes you apart with his mouth. Toes curled into his upper back when he teased you further, your hips starting to rock to meet the darts of his tongue in your clenching channel. You let yourself fall back into the pillows and quit trying to reason with him or make him feel better. You just let yourself experience this new attempt at treating you.

“Please Ransom, I want to come now.” You whined out while his fingers flexed on your hips, keeping you mostly pinned in place although your body was rippling to arch and grind into him. Your heels firmly pressing into his back in an attempt to lever yourself although he was firm in his hold. Unwilling to let you move just yet. Ransom sucked folds of flesh into his mouth, the lower part of his face slick when he lifted to smirk at you, and shifted a heavy forearm across your hips, careful not to press against your stomach.

“How badly do you want to come, Princess?” He licked at his lips, brighter pink with use then normal and you glared at him down your body.

“Considering I am growing you spawn in me, you think you would treat me better.” Trying your hand at using guilt to get him into giving you your orgasm, he let his fingers stretch your open, pressing into your warmth.

“You know I love you, and only treat you fucking good.” His fingers curled to stroke your fluttering walls, enticing you to come for him with every stroke against your sweet spot. “Come on Beautiful, come undone for me so we can start our day.”

You pressed to arch but he was sure to keep you held down. You started to see stars peppering your eyesight and your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as you came for him, that rush enveloped you to send tingles all along your nerves, and your voice finally broke out in a soft cry of his name while your toes dug into his flexing back, and fingers twisted in the sheets in a weak attempt to stay grounded.

It didn't stop him, he kept lapping at your sensitive bud, sucking and driving you to another with steady strokes of his finger. “That was just one... you know we are not stopping Princess until you have had a couple more.”

Ransom couldn't make coffee to save his life, but he certainly knew how to make you come more than just the one time.

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale fic #amber writes #sweater writes #ransom drysdale au #knives out #knives out au #knives out fic

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fanficwritinggirl · 4 years ago

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This is due to the fact that when i was 14 years old i met Bill Weasley. And when i mean i met him i mean we were only introduced to each other. I was spending the summer at the Weasleys which i did every summer since i started Hogwarts. And this was the one time that Bill Weasley decided that he was going to come and spend a few days with his family and this was when i first met him.

I must admit that seeing him for the first time was like something out of a romance movie or novel. Like time litrally stopped. I remember looking at him and thinking that he was the most beautiful man that i had ever seen. He gave his family a cheerful good morning and kissed his mother on the cheek and then sat down opposite to me. I remember our eyes meeting and he smiled at me and offered his hand to me. "Bill Weasley nice to meet you. You must be Y/N L/N" he introduced. And he said it in the most sweetest way that it made me swoon. I gave him a small smile and a nod and he left it at that. I sat there listening to him talk about his work. And the passion that was in his voice when he spoke of it made me fall for him. I know that it is cleche but that is the only way that i can describe it. I had never met someone as amazing as Bill Weasley and i never shall as i declare that he is the most amazing person that i have ever met. And that might just be my dumb teenage mind but he is in all honsetly as passionate, beautiful individual.

2 years after the battle of Hogwarts i was now 19 years old and you could say that a lot of things had changed since then. Well for a start Ron and Hermione are together. Harry and Ginny are together. And our poor Fred was sadly killed in the battle to sum it up. The dynamic that had taken place in the Weasley house was never the same after the death of Fred. And i wouldnt expect anything less. I miss what the twins had. The pranks that they pulled. I feel as though the light had gone out. That the magic that once filled the home will never be whole again. And that broke my heart. But i am 19 now. An adult and i have to face the fact that life isnt full of happiness and that this was one of the many hard things that i was going to have to face.

Me and Ron sat in the sitting room of the weasley home playing an intense game of Wizards Chess. And once again i was losing. Ron was still the best chess player that i knew even 8 years later. I groan as Ron beats me once again. "Seriously Ron you have to at least give me a chance to win" i whine. He laughs. "Well maybe if you would practice more you might stand a chance of beating me" he boasts and i gasp. "Ronald Weasley dont be such a cocky git" i say as i hit him in the arm and he laughs at me as i sulk.

"What are you doing now Ron" Hermione asks as she walks in. Ron giggles. "She is sulking because i beat her again at Wizards Chess" he tells her. Hermione shakes her head and kisses his forehead. "Im sorry to tell you this Y/N but i dont think that you are ever going to beat him. Trust me i dont like to increase his ego but he is the best chess player and we both know that" she says sympathetically and i groan again and stand up. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. We know" i joke and we all laugh.

"Its lovely to see some laughing in here" a voice says and we turn and see Bill Weasley standing at the edge of the sitting room. I freeze not expecting Bill to be here. "Bill what are you doing here" Ron says happily as he stands up and goes to hug his brother. "Decided that i would stay a few days and grace you all with my presence" he states as he hugs Ron. I look at Bill and can see the bags that are under his eyes. Which honestly he looks better then what i expected to look like after everything that he had been through.

Not long after the battle of Hogwarts. Bill and his wife Fleaur divorced. I guess you could say that with the PTSD and the loss of Fred took a toll on their marriage and it inevetable ended in Fleaur leaving on morning and never coming back and a few weeks later divorce papers showed up at shell cottage and then Bill knew that his marriage was over. After signing the divorce papers he moved back in with the weasleys for a few months getting affairs in order and deciding what was the next move which for him was buying an apartment in the city so that he was closer to work and from what i had been told by the rest of the Weasleys his life had been work ever since. It was heartbreaking to see a man that was once so passionate about his work loose that spark because of a broken heart. I had seen him briefly a few months back when i was at diagon alley at the bank and i must admit he looked better now than he did then.

Bill pulls back from Ron and smiles at me and Hermione. "Its nice seeing you two again. Im sorry i havent been around much work and all" he apoligies and me and hermione shake our heads. "Bill dont worry about it. Works work. Your here now" Hermione says kindly. He grins at us. "Thank you that is really nice of you. I just wanted to come and see you all before i go and see Mum. You know her she is going to keep me stuck in converstation all night at this point" he jokes and we all laugh at that. Very well knowing what Molly Weasley was like. "Go on Bill go and see her now if you want to get to bed at a decent hour" Ron says giving him a pat on the back. Bill shakes his head with a grin on his face and heads off upstairs towards. My mind was racing now. Because all i could think about was the fact that the feelings that i had bedded deep down about Bill Weasley were now coming to the surface.

Which a few days later made me completely and utterly scrood. It started with just little things between me and Bill. One morning Molly asked us to wash the dishes and it was just our hands touching that i could feel the sparks that people talk about. All of us playing a game of ball and him moving the hair from the side of my face and staring into my eyes. Him opening the door for me with a smile. It was things like this that made me relise that i was hopelessly in love with Bill Weasley and i could be. He was one of my best friends brothers and that meant that it was a big no no in the eyes of my friendship with Ron which meant that i was going to have to keep my distance.

I was standing at the sink as i was washing the dishes which was something that i offered to always do as a way of helping Molly out which i didnt mind. I loved the view that the kitchen gave me. Right out onto the garden were Ron, George and Bill were currently messing around in the garden together. Casting funny spells on each other and the laughs that was coming from them was bittersweet as there was one Weasley that would have been there. And yes im talking about Fred. And obviously Percy is another weasley sibling which i must admit that after the battle he has tried more with the family but he is still the outsider in a way. I dont know much about Percy and i dont really want to know him all to well.

But back to the view. I loved looking at Bill mess around with his brothers. There was a look of happiness the old Bill in his eyes which i know that we have all missed. The Bill that i remember falling for when i was 14. But this Bill there was so much more to him and that made me more intregued.

"So which one of my brothers are you looking at and please tell me it is not Ron" a voice asks from behind me. I come out of my daze and turn and see Ginny standing behind me. I look at her shocked before shaking my head. "Why would i be staring at Ron Ginny" i ask her confused. She sighs. "Good that is the answer that i wanted now that means that there are only 2 of my brothers that you could have been staring at. Now is it my brother George who is a hilarious guy even though he isnt much anymore but still can be. And can make any girl fall with his jokes. Or is it my eldest brother Bill. Who is passionate, determined and someone who you have been in love with since you were 14. Now let me see ene meany miney..." she says but i cut her off.

"Ginny! Stop okay i know that you know" i burst and she smirks at me. "Of course i know. I know everything. And just to let you know i think you should go for it" she expalins to me with a smirk. I just looks at her and groan. "Ginny he was barley been divorced a year yet alone ready for anew relationship and anyway what about the age difference" i try to excuse so that she would stop talking about it. She shakes me head and me. "No no no. Dont start trying to feed me all of this age difference bs. Come on like 10 years isnt that bad. Like i mean there are people who get married to others who are like 40 years older than them. Which makes you and Bill normal" she trys to persuade me. I sigh and shake my head. "Like i said Ginny he and Fleaur have barely been split up a year. And anyway he probarbly doesnt look at me like that" i doubt and go back to washing the dishes.

"Look Y/N. I know how you feel i thought Harry thought the same thing about me but hey look at us now. We might think one way about something but you know we may be wrong. And i can see the way that you and Bill are together. The way that you two move around each other its like a dance. Its like you two are meant to move together. That you are meant to be together. And i believe in soulmates and i know that you two are. I never got any of this off of Bill and Fleaur. The connection but i do now. And im telling you to go for it. Trust me" she explains. I look at her shocked. Trying to take everything in. She gives me a smile knowing that i am going to think about it. Once she leaves a bend myself over the sink with both elbows on either side of it and put my head in my hands and sigh. This is just making things harder.

Later that night i lie in bed not being able to sleep. What Ginny had said to me had got me fucked up in the way that now i cant decide what to do. I get out of bed after trying for way to long to get to sleep and head down to the kitchen to get myself some milk to help me go to sleep. I walk down there and grab some milk from the fridge and pour some in a pot to put over the stove.

"Y/N" a voice asks and i turn around and see Bill standing there looking at me with sleepy eyes. "Sorry if i woke you"i apoligise. He shakes his head and walks further into the kitchen. "You didnt i was up doing some work" he informs me and i enternally groan. He needs to stop working so much. "Well anyway then. Sorry for disturbing you. Can i offer you a mug of warm milk i heard that it helps on feel more relaxed. Or at least it did when i was a child" i say and he laughs and nods his head. "Yes please but i have a little bit of a request on how to make it better" he says as he walks to the pantree and i pour some milk into some mugs. He comes back out and has some cinnamon in his hand and sprinkles it on the top of the milk. "Mum used to do this when we are little. It just made the drink feel more at home" he says. He turns his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. And once again there it was. The spark. The connection that i felt was there. To my dissapointment he pulls back and looks at me with intent smile.

"Why dont you try it" he says to me referring to the milk. I break out of the trance that i was in and take a sip of the milk. And he was right. The drink tasted more of home. And now all i could think about when i thought of the milk was him. I see him take a drink of his milk before our eyes meet again. He moves the milk away from his lips and puts it on the counter. He moves closer to me and before i know what is happening his lips are on mine. And a zoo erupts in my stomach. I put my own milk down and wrap my arms around his neck as he deepens it. Devoruing my lips and feeling every part of my body. He moves his hands down to my ass and grabs it pulling me up into his arms before setting me down on the counter.

My breathes are heavy. It is so hard to breathe when i am so intoxicated with him. The feeling of him of my skin. The burning that i feel in my core. This man was a drug. He pulls aways and looks at me. He smirks when he sees me so out of breathe. He moves a part of my C/H out of my face and looks deep in my eyes.

"I have wanted to do that for some long you dont understand. From the first time that i saw you the other day. I knew that you were something else. Something about you was causing me to feel something that i have never felt before and i know now that is because you are my drug Y/N. Your my drug and i hope that i am yours" he asks me. All i can do is nod my head. "Your my drug Bill. And i want all of you" i tell him and once again i am being devoured by him. He lifts me up once again and lifts me upstairs to his room and you can fill in the rest.

The next morning i wake up with Bill lying naked next to me on his back with him slightly snorning next to me. I giggle and turn and stroke his cheek and also planting a kiss. His hands moves up and holds mine and he smiles. "Morning" he says and i smile. "Morning" i say as he kisses me. I sigh. He is my drug. He pulls me closer and groans. "We are going to have to tell them arent we" he asks. I nod as i curl into him. "Yeah we are but i have a feeling that they already know" i inform him and he looks at me confused. "And how would they know" he asks me cheekely. "Well i have a feeling that we may have not been that quiet last night" i say mischeviously. He smirks and leans closer. "I believe that you are correct on that but i would say that it was mostly you calling my name that they heard" he whispers in my ear and i moan. He flips us over and pins my hands over my head. "And i think that for you being a naughty girl and not being quiet last night i might need to punish you" he purrs. The feeling of my core heats up once again. "And how might you do that William" i ask him. I slowly feel him slide his hand down to my pussy and put a finger in and i groan. "I have a few ideas" he says before taking me.

You could say that we were correct. When we walked down the stairs everyone was looking at us. Molly and Arthur looked a little unconfertable. Which i dont blame them. I dont think they preferably wanted to hear their son having sex. Hermione, Ron, Harry and George looked completely shocked and Ginny of course was sitting there with a smug look on her face. Bill sighs. "Ok i know that most of you are shocked right now and i understand that completely. And im sorry that you had to hear that last night. But i just want to let you know that i love Y/N. I love her and some of you might think that it is a bit early after the divorce and all but i know its now. I know that what we feel for each other is stronger than anything that i have ever felt and that will never change. So all i ask is for you please just be happy for us" Bill exclaims. They all just blink at us before Ron is the first to speak.

"Can i just asks. From how hard your bed was going against the wall im surprised that you are even walking Y/N" he jokes. Molly wacks him around the head. "Ronald Weasley" she exclaims and we all laugh. We know that they accept us and Bill kisses my head before we head to the table. We recive some awkward hugs and pats on the back which was expected but at the end of the day i have Bill and Bill has me.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 5 years ago

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Mr. I want suck your blood - Pt 4

Warning: Mentions of violence and Swearing

Word count: 2,451

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In stories, Soulmates were meant to be the real deal. They were forever. They were two individuals who were brought together by the universe so their lives finally made perfect sense.

You'd never heard of Soulmates ‘Taking a break’ or ‘Splitting up,’ it wasn't something that happened. That’s not what happened in the stories.

Thats just the thing though. Life isn't a story. Life’s a bitch.

Y/N POV

It had been 1 Hour 19 minutes and 45 seconds since Carlisle shattered your world. 1 Hour, 22 minutes and 23 seconds since you had ripped out your IV line and stormed out of the Cullen house. 1 Hour, 28 minutes and 15 seconds, since Carlisle Cullen, your SOULMATE, decided to call it quits.

Carlisle’s words were still ringing in your ears. “It’s safer this way.” or “Now you can live a normal human life.” You felt numb.

-1 Hour, 19 minutes and 45 seconds ago-

You looked up as you saw Carlisle standing in the wooden door frame. You smiled and placed a hand on your fast beating heart relieved to see him unscathed. Bella had swiftly exited the room. It was just the two of you now. You could tell straight away that something was wrong. Your heart started racing again.

You sat there and listened, as Carlisle took your hand and proceeded to shatter your world. He’d decided that being together, it was too dangerous. He couldn't put you in danger again, couldn’t watch you bleed in his arms again. You both argued. It was his over protective nature, that was the cause of this.

“What about Bella and Edward? She’s still human?!” Apparently it was an invalid argument. Invalid my ass. He wouldn't budge. He thought some time apart would be for the best, even if saying it did secretly pain him.

You were angry, so angry that you ripped out your own IV, not without gagging of course. The screaming and arguing drew the attention of the rest of the Cullen household. Bella was trying to calm you down and stop your arm from bleeding, while Edward and Esme were talking to Carlisle.

You didn't care anymore. How dare he. How could he do this to you? You didn't ask for this life. You'd been dragged into it head first. You'd accepted him for all he was. Before all of this you WERE a normal teenager, with normal teenage problems!

You didn't want normal anymore. You wanted Carlisle, the Volturi, wolves and blood singers. You wanted it all, but just like that, he took it away.

You hadn't wasted any time running through the house, past Alice, Rose and Jasper and to your car. You say run, more like fast walked, your legs were still jelly from lying in bed the last couple of days. Alice had tried to stop you on the way out but Jasper told her to let you go, he could feel the pain and anger radiating of you in waves.

The first thing you did when you got to your car was check your glove box for cigarettes. You got in and slammed the door, you could see Carlisle fighting to try and get passed Edward and Emmett but they wouldn't let him out. You looked over to see Bella running toward your car. You waited. She jumped in the passenger side and neither of you spoke a word. You didn't have to. You started the engine and it came to life with a roar, you peeled out of the Cullen’s drive way with tears streaming down your face and a cigarette between your lips. You fucking hated Forks.

Bella had made you pull over halfway home, scared the tears were clouding your vision. She was probably right, the road ahead did look quite blurry. You traded places and carried on towards home. She was talking to you but you weren't really listening, just watching the trees speed past in a blur, you were sure you could see other objects moving beside you through the trees just as fast, but blinked and they were gone.

-2 weeks later-

Grand Piano by Nicki Minaj blared through the speakers on repeat, you sat staring blankly at your sketchpad, no inspiration, no drive.. nothing. It had been like this for two weeks. Bella had apparently been the same, but you just couldn't shake it. You'd shut yourself off from everyone. Only coming out of your room to get food and use the bathroom. You felt numb.

You could tell your Mom and Charlie were starting to worry. They'd tried to talk to you, find out whats wrong. All they knew is someone broke your heart bad. You'd started having nightmares the first night you were without Carlisle. They felt like more than nightmares though, so vivid, almost like premonitions. You'd wake up still screaming in a cold sweat clutching your chest and crying. Crying for everything you lost when Carlisle let you go. You'd never been in love before and if it felt like this then you never wanted to be again. You didn't think you could love again.

You were spaced out, the music was still playing in the background but your mind was somewhere else, another thing that had been happening since the accident. You just went places, like you were daydreaming, lost in a trance. This time was different though. It was if you were actually there, watching things unfold, only when you came to you were in your bedroom, your paints scattered everywhere, your sketchbook now covered in imagery. You gasped and flew back from your desk, the page awash with shades of vibrant red and black. You gagged. Blood….. and a symbol, it was an emblem of some sort. You shook your head and closed the book on the now dry paints.

What the fuck.

It happened a few more times after that. The spacing out, coming back to earth having drawn on something or once, even scratched symbols into your desk. You'd practically stopped sleeping. Too many thoughts in your head. Even Bella was getting worried, she knew what it was like to spiral and you were doing it at 100mph. She’d suggested talking to Carlisle but you shouted at her for even bringing him up. He left you and hadn't made any attempt to contact or see you. Why give him the satisfaction.

You'd decided enough was enough. You had to start living your life again, or at least thats what you tried to tell yourself. Today you were going to see Seth. You’d become quite close friends with Seth since getting involved in the whole supernatural side of life but you'd been shutting him out for weeks, he knew what had happened with Mr I want to suck you blood, but he didn't ask questions, which you were grateful for. You thought it would do you some good to get outside and breath in the fresh air. You couldn't wallow in self pity any longer.

It felt weird to be in normal clothes rather than ratty old pyjamas. You parked up, jumping out of your car, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. You had brought your sketchbook with you, you didn't know who to talk to about these things, so you were going to show one to Seth, just to see if he recognised anything.

You couldn't help but breath deeply as the air floated off the salty sea and toward your face. You smiled as you watched Seth running down the beach. His boyish grin was charming and his smile grew as he got closer to you. He wrapped you in a hug and you hugged back desperate for a bit of normalcy.

“Hey Seth,” You grinned, thankful for a bit of human, well in this case werewolf, connection. Yeah you had Bella.. and Alice had tried to stop by from time to time, but at the minute they were just a constant reminder of him….

“Y/N! I missed you, things have been so strange without seeing you around ya know!” You bumped his shoulder as you walked down the beach. It had been strange. You'd moved to Forks, got involved with Vamps and the supernatural and in all this time you'd never had any normal time to yourself, or with a friend.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, you know the whole…. thing…” He just nodded his head. You didn't have to explain, he was just happy you were there now.

You'd spent hours just walking and talking on the beach. While walking you had bumped into some of the others as well, Sam, Paul…. You got along with them too, but they had never agreed with your relationship. They seemed somewhat more comfortable around you now. Catching up was good, you felt a lot lighter when you walked, your heart a little less heavy, he was still in the back of your mind though, as much as you tried to think about anything else.

There was an abandoned fire pit a little further up from where you'd been talking with the others, logs surrounded the ashy mound, placed out like small earthy benches. You'd been collecting odd pieces of wood on the way, expecting to find it there. Yourself and Seth pilled the kindling high and he started a fire, he didn't really need to because of his heat, but it was still fun. As Seth continued the fire you reached around and grabbed your leather backpack, opening the zip and fishing inside for your paint covered sketchbook. He came to sit beside you as you started flicking through the pages. You tried to glance at him from the corner of your eye to read his expressions.

“Y/N, these are pretty amazing, and… somewhat scary…” He looked at the book and then back at you. “What are they?” His finger traced the images and the symbols.

You shook your head and flicked through the pages more rapidly. “I don't know S, I…if I tell you something you have to promise you wont tell anyone, not even Sam, not even Jake….” You gulped and looked up at him. He looked confused. You faltered a little, getting nervous you shut your book and started to shove it in your bag. “This was stupid, I should go…” You stood up trying to leave but Seth grabbed your hand.

“I wont tell, you can trust me I promise.” You relaxed, still hesitant, you sat back down. You took the sketchbook back out and went to the first page, tracing the symbols and images, remembering how clearly you had seen them in your mind.

“I drew these. But I didn’t, at the same time.” Seth just looked even more confused now. “I think…. I think something happened to me when I was bitten S…. Something I cant explain. This symbol, I drew this, sat at my desk, one minute the sky outside was light, the next thing I knew it was dark, and the once blank page was covered in all these drawings!” You flicked through the book and sighed placing your head in your hands. He probably thought you were crazy. You sure felt crazy.

You felt his hand rest on your back as you hunched over sighing. “Y/N I’m a wolf, The Cullen’s are Vampires… crazier things have happened, i’ve just never heard of this crazy happening yet….”

You peaked at him from your hands. “Do you know what any of the symbols mean? I see them in my dreams as well, it’s like i’m watching a movie in my head, it’s like I'm there but no one can hear me or see me.. It feels so real.” You sit up, flicking through the pages, before you can turn to the next, Seth’s hand comes flying down stopping the process as he points to one of the symbols.

“Y/N, I’ve seen that symbol before… I think it’s something to do with the cold ones.. the Volturi to be exact.” You groan. This cant be fucking happening. Not only were you dumped now you were having freaky Volturi dreams as well? You searched in your bag for your cigarettes, you held the packet out to Seth and he surprisingly took one. You grinned.

“Wow Sethy never took you for the rebel type.” He ruffled your hair and you shoved him. “Seriously though what am I going to do, this shouldn't be happening i’m human, I didn't turn, Carlisle made sure of that.” You couldn't hide the bitter tone in your voice.

“I don’t know what it means Y/N, but I promise we will figure it out.. cant you talk to Cull…” You glared at him before he could finish his sentence. “Never mind, stupid idea, ignore me.” You laughed and you both carried on looking through the book. What the hell did this mean?

It was late now, Seth walked you to your car, his body still close to keep you warm, the sea breeze now icy cold on your skin. You sighed, part of you didn't want to leave, it was the first kind of normal you'd felt in a really long time, even before coming to Forks. Life in your old place had been really hard, You didn't fit in anywhere, you could count your friends on one hand and you had a strange relationship with your bio dad. You thought things would get easier, Forks had the smallest population and yet you managed to find yourself smack bang in the middle of all this drama, you'd thank Bella for that later. You thought it would be easier living here, maybe you were wrong.

You turned, looking at Seth as you reached your car, you were about to tell him you'd had a nice time, ask him if he wanted to hang out again soon, but you couldn't speak. The waves sounded louder, the air around you felt thicker and you couldn't breath. You could hear Seth’s muffled voice in the background somewhere and a pair of arms shaking you but in your head you were somewhere else entirely.

Cloaks of black floating across the white pearlescent snow, rivers of red blood flowing all around. Wicked eyes staring into yours, and then pain.

You screamed and grabbed your head, it felt like someone had jabbed it with a white hot poker. Images flashed before your eyes, Volturi, Snow, Red, Carlisle. You gagged, so much blood, so much pain. Then, nothing.

Your mind went dark, no images now, no sound, just the sharp ache as you feel your body shut down and hit the solid ground, then the coldness surrounded you.

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surveysonfleek · 4 years ago

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1581.

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? yes, i have! its one of my favourite cities

What did you have for breakfast this morning? i had scrambled eggs and hash browns

Do you have any loose change in your pocket? no pockets and i hardly ever leave things in my pockets

Do you like Taylor Swift? i dont mind her, she has some catchy songs

What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? camp rock haha

If you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or star struck? id try to stay calm, id probably be super nervous just being in their presence though

Are there any lights on in the room you’re in? nope, its day time

What’s your favorite subject in school? it was visual arts

What’s your favorite holiday? christmas, it always means ill have a week or two off work!

Do you ever have to do yard work? nope

Is your school close to your house? ive been out of school for a longggg time but it was a 5-10 min drive

Speaking of school, how did you get there today? -

Do you think Bad Romance is a catchy song, or an annoying one? its a good song! i dont love it but im not surprised at how massive it got

Do you use perfect grammar online? honestly, in my previous surveys i would but now i cant be bothered. i use perfect grammar day to day when working so i just sorta wna chill and not focus too much when i do these now

Are you currently using a laptop? yes

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? most likely, i used to love downloading them back in the limewire days

Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? i loooooved britney when she first blew up. and i still do! i dont listen to her stuff too heavily anymore but i still love it

Is it a windy day? nope

In the past week, have you ridden in a taxi? no

What shorthand do you use the most? if were talking about typing, i still text/chat people with ‘u’ instead of ‘you’

Do you ever wish on stars at night? no, ive never seen a shooting star

What color are your eyes? brown

What album is the current song you’re listening to off of? not listening to music, i have the tv on while doing this

What are you doing after you finish this? not sure, maybe another survey

In your opinion, what song is the most overplayed right now? i havent listened to the radio in forever

Are you in a band? no

How clean is your bedroom? pretty clean!

Is there a pen within reaching distance of you? no

Are you sitting at a desk? no, im in bed lol

Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? male

Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? of course ol

Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? i feel lik ei have once but i do not remember anything about it

Would you ever dye your hair a different color? yes

Are there any framed pictures in the room you’re in? yes

Have you ever been to a Broadway show? not in broadway... ive seen the musicals lion king and aladdin in my city though

Do you watch So You Think You Can Dance? i did when it first came out

What’s your favorite movie soundtrack? none really stand out to me

Do you prefer group or individual work? individual, id rather just count on myself

Do you have a key to anything besides your house? car

Are you wearing anything with stripes? nope

What time did you go to sleep last night? i think 1am

Did anyone tell you you were beautiful today? no

What show did you last watch? american horror story

Do you think you’ll do anymore surveys today? maybe one more

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? run and raisin

When was the last time you stayed home from school sick? years ago when i actually attended school lol

Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? i probably could, i just wouldnt have the patience

If you could run a red light and not get caught, would you? nah. id rather not risk mine or others’ lives

Do you like to listen to music as you do your homework? i dont have homework

Did you think Adam Lambert’s AMA performance was really that controversial? i dont recall, this survey is probably really old

Do any bands flat-out annoy you? nah, i just dont listen to them

Do you have a mirror in your bedroom? yes

Was today a birthday for any of your friends? yes actually! ill need to greet him

When was the last time you rode in a limo? never been in one :(

Do you take naps daily? no. i wish!

Do you still make Christmas lists? yes haha

Do you watch the show Dexter? i did. apparently theyre rebooting it which is exciting! the ending was pretty trash

What’s the background on your phone? its a dark cityscape of nyc

When were/will you be a a sophomore in high school? -

Are you scared of any animals? cockroaches. also i live in australia so while im not afraid of snakes and spiders, im pretty mindful of them

Have you ever been to any sort of convention? yup! ive been to sexpo and a wedding expo lol

Which song did you last listen to on repeat? probably a kehlani song

Where do you want to live when you grow up? around here still

Are you currently using a blanket? yep

Are there any songs that make you cry? not really

How many siblings do you have? one

What are you doing this weekend? its saturday today. im doing nothing. tomorrow im going on a picnic with friends

Do you prefer swimming at the beach or in a pool? pool, its so much more comfortable than a beach lol

When was the last time you had a haircut? hmm... maybe june?

Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? a harp!

Are you in band or chorus at your school? no

Do you know what you want for Christmas? nope. i dont ‘need’ anything.

Do you watch fireworks on New Year’s Eve? most of the time!

Is your birthday within the next three months? no

How long is the song you’re listening to? not listening to music

Are you anticipating anything this week? yeah, kinda waiting to see if were going ahead with buying some land

Is your mom or dad the older parent? my dad

Have you taken the SATs yet? -

Do you watch anything on E? i dont have e

Are you going to get off the computer now that you’ve finished this? nah maybe one more survey lol

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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playerstarlight · 6 years ago

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velia announcement is dropped.

[ kael to izabel ] iz iz iz, did u hear??? bout vla? [ izabel to kael ] what’s a vla?

the first time she even heard the game was from her younger brother. starlight’s scene has always been more on the horror side if she’s playing video games -- which really wasn’t often. her younger brothers, especially kael, were always more into video games. usually the kind didn’t matter but he a fascination with a world outside of the real one. something izabel never exactly understood but there were times when she felt the passion that the eight year old boy exhibited for some dumb game amusing, even enduring. especially as he talked about becoming the best player -- better than betas. really, it was his own fault izabel hatched the plan to play the game to be one step ahead of him in skills and levels. too bad that would never really happen.

one month before velia is released.

[ kael to izabel ] izzzzzzzzzy. dads still syin no [ kael to izabel ] thugh u culd tlk to him? [ izabel to kael ] it’s a video game kael not the end of the world [ kael to izabel ] buuuuut izzzzzz [ izabel to kael ] cant u wait ur birthday is coming up rght? dad might get it then [ kael to izabel ] thas two far it wnt be fun thn !!! [ izabel to kael ] *too [ izabel to kael ] three weeks is not far moron & if its not gonna be fun in three weeks why get it ?? [ kael to izabel ] thets not he poit

this is a conversation she would end up having with him nearly everyday until may. he was not about to give up on this one video game -- something she really didn’t understand. but little did he know, she was already talking to their dad, setting this entire thing up as some kind of early birthday gift with of course, the unknown knowledge that she was going to be there to ensure that the game was actually appropriate for eight year old -- nearly nine -- to play. she has this entire plan on getting on before he does, working on the skills and just being a far better player than he will be -- all to get under his skin as revenge for the constant messages about this game. which meant she had to get her own copy and headset for this game. a pain really -- and a regret later down the road.

velia release date.

[ kael to izabel ] ha ! i new u wuld talk too dad! [ izabel to kael ] *to [ izabel to kael ] and i have no idea what you are referencing

throughout the day her phone was buzzing with messages from her brother, her parents, the family group chat. everyone had something to say about this velia game, and her kid brother was just so damn excited to get it. her stepmom spent that day letting izabel know the exact moment they were going to reveal the gift to the kid, even sending her a video of him opening the gift. while her dad swore he wasn’t going to let her brother get on until after lunch which gave her some time to set up the trap, or at least set up her own game and get going on building whatever skills or shit the thing even had. fuck, how does one even play things like that? izabel has always been one for horror games, never tried it in a virtual reality world. she wasn’t too focused on the time, wasn’t paying any mind that it was after lunch, after the point where she should be meeting up with him -- wherever that was supposed to be but she told her parents that she’ll find a way. that’s what izabel did, figured shit out.

not anymore.

at first, the players around her just thought it was a bug. the logout button will quickly return. sure there are people out there going crazy over how it’s not there! somebody's getting fired. but those jokes were quickly left aside as panic set in when they were all gathered at this town square. when his voice came on to inform that that this was the real game -- getting out, surviving velia. death was apart of it and you either lived to see the real world again or die. there was no way out but up the floors, clearly them all one by one, working together. funny how all of that turned out now.

the town square filled with every single player meant that there were far too many players to push through the crowd and find one little eight year old kid. her panic wasn’t about the logout button, it wasn’t about the prospect of dying inside a video game -- it was about kael. she was suppose to be looking out for him -- making sure he was going to do fine in this game, teasing him with her level. she was suppose to look so cool with skills higher than his own. but how could she do that if he wasn’t there? if she can’t find him? how will she know he’s safe, away from any harm? god damn it, she needs to find him, to make sure that he’ll survive this. he’s eight years old for fuck’s sake. this game was a mistake. helping her brother get it was a mistake. she has to fix this -- it’s her job as an older sister. her responsibility.

and yet everywhere she looked, he wasn’t there.

present day.

leaving behind luna? a mistake. but one she would make it again if it meant that joining unity would help her find her brother through those orphanages that house so many kids and just be able to be around them who may even know her brother and where he could be. the only sacrifice she would have to make is losing her friend? so be it. it was a sacrifice she had to make. no matter how hard that actually was, no matter how much she wished she could fix things. perhaps starlight could have done something different, perhaps she should have asked luna to join her -- but she wasn’t thinking. no, she was only thinking about herself. selfish, she knows, and so does luna now.

everything that luna says about her is always right. the other had the natural ability to look past her bullshit and see who she really is -- selfish, cruel. everything that her guild doesn’t stand for and yet that’s exactly who she is. unity was far too good, too kind, too caring. the members in the guild were far better people than she ever could be, that she ever was. just because her cursor is green doesn’t mean she’s without flaws.

every moment she spends inside the guild was just another moment to add to her feeling like a fraud inside her own skin. and with her younger brother not being anywhere in sight, this was getting draining. the game, the players, the floors. everything. she hasn’t felt normal since -- well, since seeing abby again. but even that was short lived. normal wasn’t something she knew anymore.

and here she was nowhere closer to finding her brother. all of this was for nothing. pushing away all those she gave a damn about and for what? nothing. absolutely zip. there were the comments here and there, rumors that turned up to be false, players who had the same appearance as her brother for the most part but in the end, weren’t him. was he even still out there or was she just looking for a ghost?

damn, it’s been a while since she felt like this -- this hopelessness. the empty pit in her stomach she feels every time she swallows, the dread she gets every time she wakes -- if she does end up sleeping that night. the burning desire to just -- keep going. not stopping for a second. pushing herself until there is nothing else she can do. nothing left inside of her. but maybe she was already at the latter point. last time she had felt this way where it was overwhelming was when she was with ben -- before they had rebuilt their lesson for the twentith time at least. he seemed to always be there when she really needed him and well, now -- she was thinking selfishly again. if she could turn messages off, she would have done so by now. but instead, she let it sit there. let the messages build up. once again, pushing him away. just like she did with anyone that ever grown too close. distance was much better. distance allowed people not to care. and she cannot keep caring. all caring does is hurt and that’s one pain she’s tired of constantly having.

it’s been three years. three years of this bullshit. three years of being stuck in a game and what does she have to show it? she was meant to find her brother on the launch day just to mess with him -- joining the game to make fun of him only to be here with him, no where to be found. every other player is accounted for, online or not. she would have found him by now. maybe everyone is right. maybe he was dead.

and every time that thought even starts to come up, she forces it back down -- but not this time. this time is different. this time, she believes it. after all, thanatos never has given her a reason not to trust them. things that they have heard, rumors they passed along -- they were right for the most part, those rumors just never lead to her brother standing in front of her. but rather to someone else, another boy lost and forgotten. and now, she’s questioning that a rumor will never hold an ounce of truth.

because this wasn’t a rumor. no one can fake this. written in the library -- it was plain and simple. an obituary pops up and the familiar name, one that she had once spent long hours to help him learn to write each individual letter. a name she’s said in many different tones, with the occasion full name annoyance. a name written in block letters above a door in some house in ohio. or maybe it’s not anymore.

after all. he’s been dead for three years.

this was exactly why she never bothered to come to the library and use the database. she was always afraid of finding exactly this. afraid that searching his name in the library, this would be what comes up. afraid to know that the last years of searching, avoiding, pushing everyone and everything to the side just so the chance to find him was all for nothing. afraid to learn that everything that happened was her fault. she wasn’t there.

and now that’s exactly what she learned.

this information just leaves her -- empty. enraged. tired. this game does nothing but take and take and take. she can’t remember the last conversation that she had with him -- one that wasn’t over the phone. can’t remember his voice. is that what just happens? you forgot those little things you thought you could never forget -- things you thought you wouldn’t care enough to miss?

the day she went to the library -- she just left without a single word. without any further communication towards -- anyone, including ben. including those in her guild. though the latter wasn’t exactly odd for her but she always checked in. how long can she go without speaking to anyone? two days? five? maybe that random player -- goldengurlz -- would be the last one she speaks to before she runs out. runs out of arrows. runs out of healing potions. doesn’t matter which one happens first. was her new little mission now was to just use whatever she must up in her inventory and throw herself into a fight that there was no positive outcome for her? probably. maybe. it’s not like she was thinking straight anymore.

but what she was currently thinking about was creating the most damage she could before going out in flames. use everything that she must before a strike made her turn into dust like she’s seen so many others become. if she really wanted to do some damage to this damn game before she’s out of arrows, out of bullshiting her way through the days, it seemed to her that this was the best, and only, way out now. after all,

it’s not like she has anything left to live for.

#veliasad #—°. ♛ ⁞ development.#death tw #death mention tw #depression tw #// veliasad is just bc i thought it was funny #also sidenote: star is gonna be ... mia for a while (probably for like a day bc i love her and have some things planned #BUT #i hope you all cried #and have a good friday #ps. i queue this for midnight my time friday so if its not friday for u #then #sux to sux #jokes i love u #unless ur dani #i made this icon especially for today #that is all

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szarkais · 6 years ago

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7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

INTERACTION WITH PEOPLE : With other people , it typically depends . ��With a normal stranger thats nice , Sylas in return is kind to them , still keeping his guard up of course but being relaxed and showing content towards the stranger . If the person is confident / dick-ish , Sylas has absolutely no trouble with knocking them down a peg and intimidating them - its only if they deserve it , you know the type - super proud , jerkish NPC that try to get away with bullying . Sylas however is VERY giving / protective over children , he does his most for them without them knowing it , usually by going out at night while the party is sleeping and stealing food/fruits/toys for them .

INANIMATE OBJECTS : Hes rather reserved & respectful , he does enjoy playing with his knives however - usually in the sides of the bar and just idle spinning / playing with it .

ENVIRONMENT : He prefers a more mixed civilized area , he dislikes going in ‘ UPPER / RICH ‘ parts of town . He is also not the biggest fan of the rich , especially those that are corrupt . Hes very akin to a Robin Hood but sporting leather & black , that & hes been framed for the murder of a young boy , so hes been hiding from a few of the larger empires . If he notices shady people hes much more on ALERT & ensures his familiar Khan is always soaring above . If its more of a rural / poor town hes comfortable , knowing very well that the less-likely they are to run into much trouble , an eccentric high end town is very uncomfortable for the drow.

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?

VOCALLY EXPRESSIVE : He can be vocally expression during his charming times or more so when it comes to arguing , however its PRETTY monotone . His voice is deep , a little scratchy but it holds this HANDSOME tone to it , its enjoyable to listen to on certain ears . Hes polite however VERY straight forward & VERY blunt , he doesn’t use any slang unless it comes to speaking in THEIVES CANT . His volume of voice is low , subtle but it can become louder and much more angrier the louder / firmer it gets , even unintentionally spatting out undercommon .

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

Sylas is an orphan , a szarkai . ( As far as I know , my DM is keeping A LOT hidden about Sylas ... so I have to figure it out when he decides to tell me . ) Being in the undercommon & tortured , he has a hard time communicating or ‘ rommancing ‘ . For example , he thinks killing our bards enemy is a way of adoration . ( which is who he has a crush on at the moment . ) He also believes in giving his drow knife to be a romantic gesture , so his romance is much different than a normal elfs or human - he isn’t aware of that yet .

Outwardly & non intimate , Sylas is often pretty laid back albeit voices his reason & issues if he has any . He is not on the best terms with a few in our party due to recent events , so the relationship is strained at best . He is on guard towards them , still speaks with reason but is ready to defend himself even if it means restraining them via magical means or fleeing from the party himself .

A more intimate relationship with Sylas is having his Familiar Khan ( a large black hawk ) perched on your shoulder or near you when you rest . He would do intimate gestures such as resting his forehead on your own , or giving a kiss to the knuckles , or even braiding / brushing hair . This also extends to him being more protective through combat means , if something comes up & youre fighting it alone ? Not anymore , hes here to take some hits & aid you . He also believes in speaking in his native tongue , sweetly , lovingly .

#oh boy.. i can go on and on #duelrite

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unproduciblesmackdown · 7 years ago

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here’s me talking about the month since i was last online

firstly it was/is depressing not to be able to talk with ppl or hear from them. or just to be able to talk somewhere i know people CAN hear. i also mentioned being completely detached from the news. i like to be current about the news. anyways i was like “well not like this is anything new” as its technically unusual for me to NOT be cut off both irl and from the internet. but, shockingly, that doesnt make it not depressing. and having something for even a bit makes it more frustrating to lose it even if its “normal” for you not to have it. also by depressing i mean i was going like hmm i sure am even more tired than usual and i am less interested in my few lingering faint interests. whats up with that! and then i was like oh yeah thats called Even More Depression

it is funny because im someone who has never really had that many friends and when i do we often end up separated one way or another. Very Close friends &/or Very Longtime friends are a foreign concept. basically the heights of my “what i wish it was like” for life involve having a group of friends with whom you can have fun in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night just talking and hanging out and messing around. friends that you feel comfortable being yourself around and like they appreciate you as much as you do them. i do not think this is ever going to happen, but oh well because in reality i can be very picky about people because i am weird, to put it that way for now. my social landscape and language is not always considered normal or even tolerable. and i have a lot of standards for who i want to have around me in terms of traits and personality. theres a lot of things im not interested in. anyways. i also just, in the way things actually are, often prefer to be alone, so that i can be myself and do things i feel like. i dont have to worry about being strange or feeling like i need to please people. anyways. unfortunately i dont ONLY like being alone. i actually really like to be with people and talk with them but i rarely can, and i figure this is bad for me. isolation isnt good for anyone obviously. not being able to be around friends in person depresses me. not being able to talk online either depresses me further.

i think sometimes about how much i dont say. its a funny place to say it, in an overly long text post. but one of the reasons they can be so long is because irl i dont really talk much to people. so it builds up and can come out through writing. sometimes it comes out in talking. i think that in conversations, when i do talk, i talk too much because of this. so one of the reasons i dont talk much is to prevent this, which obviously is like “well that would just cancel out” but there are other reasons i dont talk. but i have loads of thoughts and things to say. i end up keeping so much of it to myself and wonder sometimes if i’ll ever get to say some of it. sometimes i’ll have something to say and bite it back. i’ve been “quiet” all these past twenty some years of talking and i know the reasons i dont talk. i was thinking about the feeling of biting something back in an individual occasion feeling like the cumulation of all the years worth of keeping my own voice running in my head alone. it kind of feels like what you want to say is in your chest and throat and the roof of your mouth.

speaking of the roof of your mouth, theres a weird sensation i can feel sometimes, seemingly at random but mostly in strange times like trying to fall asleep. it is so transient and unlike any actual externally caused sensations that its been difficult to try to get a grasp of how to describe it, but i think i have it thanks to ongoing effort and an unusually long period of it a few days ago during which i was especially alert about it. it’s like having a pressure radiating out from inside your mouth. like an orb pushing outwards against the teeth and roof of the mouth. which i’m fairly sure isn’t anything that would ever happen, so i am assuming its some little neurological hiccup that happens to align every now and then, but maybe a previous life cycle has put something weird in their mouth. or shot into it, because i would be like, well not much has changed.

anyways. words sitting like a pressure in your mouth. i was seeing a thread about how grief is ongoing and reoccurring which also mentioned that people who specialize in knowing how grieving and living with it works often consider it to be a form of grief when someone’s life is affected by something like trauma. they have to grieve themselves because of the possibilities taken away from them. i feel that, sometimes. thinking about how i wish i had a life where i felt free to speak and where my identity mattered and i got to feel like i could be myself and it was important and it was important what i thought and wanted and who i really was. and where i got to have friends and do things and realize what it was to actually feel happy, not try to understand an unhappy existence as what must be okay. its not just what couldve been in the past, but also how that couldve affected the present and future. im not sure who i’d be if my life didnt have to be about survival and escape. i say i never had dreams, which is true, but in retrospect i DO think that when i was fifteen and really bearing down in trying to figure out what i wanted to do, i was already seeing activism as the answer, which made sense why it wouldnt register as a dream or ambition and why it was also impossible to pursue. i still dont think of anything like personal fulfillment through a career/job or anything. but i also dont think of what i want to do as very relevant to anything at all anymore.

anyways. i’m “used” to things, but they still depress and hurt me. i actually have a lot of sadness and anger about some of these things, like never getting to have the friends i wanted or never being able to speak and it not mattering who i really was, and how long it took me to realize this really wasn’t okay and it wasn’t because of some personal deficiency which made me deserve it somehow. also the abuse. i remember i had this how-to book about weaving friendship bracelets which i got sometime in elementary school, and it even supplied some twine and stuff. i had always wanted to have occasion to use it, and i never did, which is just symbolic. the twine/potential friendship bracelets can also be things like positive social connections that feel real and open, or my ability to feel secure in expressing affection because it seems mutual. but anyways. i also just go along.

i was thinking about the Being Gone For A Month thing and the not-talking and holding all my words back even though i think so much about all sorts of junk and thus have too much to say, and about a week ago i just spent like six hours writing about myself. i was debating doing so in the first place because i figured i wouldnt post it. i did write it, but i won’t post it. its just good to talk to myself in the form of writing. getting thoughts into that form requires an extra level of analysis and coherent flow that can help put even things you already knew more in order. so here’s this stuff instead.

there’s not much to say about this past month. the worst of it was that discovering my weird tooth is all janky and broken has made me on edge about teeth. i mean, i’ve already all but stopped worrying about the broke tooth, because i kind of do that sometimes when i can. just worry hard and then stop, because what can you do? might as well try to avoid stressing even worse. and in this case i dont have money and doubt i will ever have a job w dental coverage, so i cant do anything about it. but im always worried about my teeth because, fittingly, my parents dental genes seem to combine into that of a tasmanian devil. i think im in some Dental Report b/c i had this weird situation that needed basically a root canal but it wasnt the normal kind of root canal situation and the dentist said he hadn’t seen it or heard of it even. special. i was horrified about needing the root canal, because of the clichés. but it ended up being fine and i really just sat there for an hour thinking about whatever. dental procedures are truly not what theyre hyped up to be. on account of local anesthetics. anyways. when i left my parents house i was specifically worried about leaving my access to a dentist, but obviously it wouldve been far from worth it. but that doesn’t mean i dont worry about my teeth. so i had these few days where i just had a spontaneously sensitive gum spot and another one which im guessing i caused by jamming corn shards down in there by eating corn on the cob. that happened sort of last year, i got really worried about an angry-looking spot on my gums and finally realized something was just up in there that needed to be flossed out. anyhow. the point is i got overly worried about everything that always worries me even though it used to worry me even before going to the dentist and they’d say the stuff was fine actually. but still. i got

very worried for a minute there and i realized very easily that if i start getting any really serious tooth problems i am out of here. i have no motivation at all to live through it. i don’t want to have to deal with that. it’s way too much. i dont even have motivation to be alive now. but when i was worrying i was thinking about not using my handful of cash to change locations, but instead to get some fancy Dying Equipment. there are still some methods by which im not sure i could try offing myself. but if things got a lot worse, like teeth problems, i could probably lower those standards. i COULD obtain some items for one method, or by necessity do it for free. im less worried about the tooth stuff now. it was just an unfortunate convergence of a couple tiny things. but ive still got a sensitive spot or two, and im always a bit worried. if something bad happens i cant do anything about it except get tf out of this life cycle, right.

there was something else unfortunate i was going to talk about. maybe just the depression.

there were nice, small things. i always knew how to enjoy those kinds of stuff. i like the sky, and i appreciate that its summer. theres a lot of fireflies sometimes and i saw kittens chasing them one day. one of those kittens mightve gotten killed by something since. i got to hear rain on the roof a few times. i like corn on the cob even if it betrayed me. i was wanting some last summer. i also got to make sweet tea and lemonade for the first time in forever. i’d been wanting that for a long time too.

the nicest surprise was that i had been writing extra hard since the start of june. i sort of really pushed at it and got to the dividing point between the section and the next, and i was sure it was shorter than previous sections. but actually it was just over 1000 words short of being 140k, and i’d written it all in about five weeks, and it was abt 22.5% longer than the next longest section i’d written. i’ve since gotten to a point i’ve been writing towards since this whole time, and im right on the verge of another long awaited one right now. it’s nice, but writing has been fun, and i hope i dont get depressed if i hopefully do finish it. i can just write some more, but doing so on my phone isnt the most efficient. it doesnt seem sustainable.

anyways thats it for now before i can think of anything else to say am i right

#talking abt being nervous abt it has made me a bit more nervous abt it...im trying to simmer down...dont have to die just yet...But You Know #also i could.

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charmsoloved · 4 years ago

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today i let go

well, it's been a constant cycle of me trying to let go.

i had to go pick up my things from T today. i can't tell if he's angry with me for whatever happed that night between me and his girlfriend. i'm really not sure. part of me is saying fuck it, whatever happened happened and i blame him because he knew better than to push me to drink when i specifically said i dont drink liquor anymore. especially when you know i'm going through a really tough time right now and maybe i dont need to be drinking to numb out the pain. the other part of me is too ashamed to want to know what i did or what i might have said and of course i hate to have someone not like me and it especailly sucks when i cause it to happen simply because i'm not in my right mind. i knew better than to put myself into that environment.

but honestly, the first part of me is what i feel the most. i mean not necessaarily blaming him but glad it happened and i don't feel guilty about it. maybe this is exactly what needed to happen for us to cut ties. i dont know why we were both obsessed with living the best of both lives with our own and still maintain a friendship.

i've known for a long time that what we had would never work out in the long run. i've known for a long time too that he isn't what i want. he hasn't been since i met kazi. i mean a friendship is great but not at the cost of losing those i love the most over it. we can be friends from afar... really afar. i'm okay with that. i needed this.

i went to pick up my things. i was reeling the whole way there and i caught myself being sort of emotional as i drove away but not emotional in a sad or crying kind of way. more like, i'm okay with this and this is exactly what i want. once i got home, it was clear that i wanted to numb out so immediately i smoked the rest of the blunt from yesterday. but lately smoking has been giving me a lot of deeper thinking. it's been revealing. anyways,i smoked and then got into some sadish music, danced around, felt pretty in the mirror, got in touch with some of the lyrics and then decided it was time to write some thoughts because my head was spinning. it's funny because my initial thought was like if i got over T, kazi would have me back and that would be it. and of course i sat here and spun out because what if kazi doesnt want me back and then i'm just here alone without anyone.

but...it's not about that. it's about me growing and moving forward. and then he came home. he's been home a little more lately and i've tried my best not to let my thoughts get the best of me and allow him to feel comfortable and not attack him while he's here. i've tried to be...pleasant. i took him to the movies for his birthday. we saw don't breate two. it was really good. on the way there i was reeling once again and my anxiety shot up while i was driving. it's been really bad lately. but i was just feeling sooooo nervous to be going somewhere with him. at first i was a little slightly irritated that we werent cuddled up or at least hugging but then i realized that honestly i was just glad to be doing something with him. we talked and hung out a little after. he's been opening up more about what's going on with others in his life. i can tell that he's still trying to not give me too much information but it's fine, he has the right to do that. but he came home today. and he's was smiley and all cute and we joked around and he looked normal for once. i hadn't seen that side of him in a long time it feels like. like even when we were chillin' back then..this side i hadn't seen in forever. i cant read his eyes or not to see if there's a glimpse of his love for me but then as i sit here and read the last few words i wrote, i realize that it isn't about me. it's not even exactly about him. it's about ourselves as individuals and not the other person. it doesn't matter what he's showing me because we still have work to do and space to be had. but that doesnt mean i have to lash out on him or come up with reasons to be irritated by him.

everything that is happeningis exactly how it's going to happen. but if i dont give certain parts of me up, i'll lose everything that i hold dear.

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thexiiithterra · 7 years ago

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Political Rant (love me or hate me, I don't care)

This is the first and LAST time I make a political post, too much bullshit comes with post like these and I don't need anymore shit in my life then i already have. So anyone that sends me hate messages, F*** off.

I'm a proud cross wearing Christian and registered Republican, but ONLY becuase I believe the government should be involved with it's peoples lifes as little as possible.my views though dont sound like a normal Republican. In fact im more in a middle camp that doesn't have a camp at all. I believe there's a God and Jesus died for me, and if I'm wrong then all well. NO ONE knows the truth about what happens after we die or not. I just live my life knowing someone out there is watching out for me, and if not all well.

My Political Views:

Healthcare - People should have it sure, but not from the government and it shouldn't be jacked up prices that a normal Joe cant afford to go to the hospital if he needs to. Healthcare should be tailored to the individual and not a blanket. Go to the hospital/doctor six times a year? You need "this" insurance. Havent gone to the doctor in six years? You need "that" insurance. And if a big company is charging jacked up prices, they need to be slapped in the back of the head and told "get your shit together!"

Immigration - Those who came to this country to escape the problems of their country should be properly legalized and allowed to work where they want. Families shouldn't be torn apart becuase the father and mother tried to escape a drug war and start over fresh. That is just cruel and inhumane. Those that are here purposefully committing crimes (drug smuggling, human trafficking, etc.), those are the ones that need to be rounded up and shipped back to be properly incarcerated.

Gay Marriage - LET THEM MARRY! It's not really effecting my life in one way or another, so why should it effect yours if you dont even know them? Kind of stupid to get upset with people you dont even know. Just let them get married and move on. And if a bakery refuses to make you a cake, say "whatever." And walk out, they're not the only cake shop in town. Theres no need to get upset over something that can be solved by just going down a block and finding another cake shop. Hateful people will keep being hateful people and will get what's coming to them in the end, so just move on and forget about it.

Veterans - We NEED to take care of them. They have seen stuff us civilians cant even imagine. And struggle with every day life whenever they come back, becuase no one but their brothers and sisters in arms understands. And without them, we couldn't go to our local Starbucks and spent whatever we spend on a frappacino gulaco crema verde, or whatever the fuck they serve, carefree and go lucky. Becuase they fight the silent wars we dont even know are going on every second of every day. Listen to "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch and look for the official video. Maybe that will help with your understanding.

"Black lives matter," "Blue lives matter." - ALL LIVES MATTER, YOU ASSHATS! Get it through your f***ing heads. God d*** it! There are bad cops, dont get me wrong, but not ALL cops are bad. Jesus, that's like saying ALL teachers are pedophiles. When did we become so black and white? Doesn't grey exist somewhere in there? I mean come on. Cops should also understand that they cant always do what they've done before. The world is changing and the current climate is not very stable. They need to be able to adapt to every situation and conduct it differently. But Cops should also be equipped to handle every situation, ether theough training or more equipment, they need to be prepared. Plus we all make choices in life, and sometimes we regret those choices, especially when we realize that the choice we made was illinformed. Like the ICE agents, they joined becuase it had been painted a certain picture, but when they saw the truth they had to make a choice. Sometimes we make the choices based on our situations. Maybe that ICE agent is the only money maker in the family. Maybe he has 2 kids at home he has feed and ICE was the best job he could get. And then when they make a choice, people treat them like less then human by keeping them from their families and they already feel bad becuase they're having to do a job they dont like becuase it puts bread in the mouths of their family. Think how you would feel being kept from your husband, wife, son, daughter, whatever back at home becuase you had to make the choice to feed them. Quit thinking so d*** black and white and start thinking of how other people feel! D*** it!

Pay rate - it should very with every individual. A single mother of 2 trying to make ends meat? She should be paid more then a 16 year old kid who's only working part time and going to school during the weekdays. Everyone's situation should be considered when they're being told what they will be making.

School - it shouldn't be so expensive, BUT it shouldn't be free ether. In my opinion, there is no better feeling then working hard to earn your degree in whatever field you're working towards. You should EARN your degree with hard work, determination, and a go getter attitude.

Gun control - we need to make it harder for unstable people to get guns. Guns dont kill people. PEOPLE kill people. And theyll use a gun they can ether easily get there hands on (legally or illegally) or use something else to kill people with. A knife. A bomb (you can find F***ing tutorials on how to make them online for crying out loud!). Whatever they can get their hands on. As Jeff Goldblum once said "Life will, uh, find a way."

Taxes - if you can afford a private island with a jet to fly out to it, you can afford a higher tax percent then the widowed mother working 2 jobs to put her babies through college. Tax deductions should very depending on the individual situation. So shut the f*** up you 1%ers and deal with it.

Goverment Assistence - we should limit it as much as possible and not enable users to abuse it. There are people who never work becuase the goverment supplies them with everything. That pisses me off that I'm working day and night to keep a roof over.my head with two jobs, and the woman around the corner sits on her a** and doesn't take care of her kids gets a check every month with am amount that I couldn't even make with in a month! We have enabled people to be lazy and not do anything, we NEED to stop that. Other wise were going to become like the people in the floating chairs like in Wall-E.

I think that's everything. If you have a question about something, politely talk to me and if we cant come to an understanding then we can just say "good day," and go our separate ways. No hating, no yelling, and no bad mouthing the other person. I believe what I believe and you believe what you believe, and that may never change.

#politics #personal rant #sorry for the rant #goverment assistance #immigration #healthcare #democrats #Republicans #all lives matter

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Hi^^ wow the stories are really good, i really enjoy itㅠㅠ can i requst too? A session in the class, you as a student and wonwoo as a teacher. I seriously cant get over him with that glasses omg he looks smart yet hot :""""

I might have overdone the build-up a little BUT I FELT LIKE THIS NEEDED IT. also I agree with Wonwoo in glasses omg now that is a look!

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”W-Wonwoo, ah–”

As your alarm started ringing, your eyes shot wide open, and you were immediately painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs as well as the dream you had just had, and the memory only increased the heat in the pit of your stomach, and you winced when you got out of your bed.

“I can’t believe I just,” you mumbled, half-asleep, while turning your alarm off, the pulsation of your pussy clouding your thoughts. You swallowed, trying to think about everything but the dream you had just woken up from. Shivering, you shook your head. “Thank god I don’t have his lessons today.”

You went on about your morning as per usual, but you were unable to get your thoughts off the handsome - hot, actually - substitute teacher who had been teaching you literature for the past three months and would continue until the end of the school year, which was still a few months away.

From early on you had found him attractive, with his sharp eyes and rare yet incredibly cute smile, and it hardly helped that he was fairly young, too, and treated each of his students kindly. Sure, you had played with different lewd thoughts before, but you could never have even thought that you’d one day see a wet dream about him.

The worst part was that you weren’t bothered by it, really, and were instead mostly frustrated because the dream was so damn good and left you annoyingly horny: not even a cool shower before heading to school eased it.

Gritting your teeth, you left to school and checked your schedule on your way. When you realized what day it was, however, you froze.

8:05 - 9:00 : Literature

“First thing in the morning?” you whispered to yourself, frowning, and continued walking with your heart beating fast in your chest.

Of course you had mixed up the days - fate just wasn’t on your side.

You got to school, got your books from your locker and went to class, fidgeting in your seat as you waited for Wonwoo to come in.

And when he did, you couldn’t even look at him without remembering your dream.

“Good morning, everyone,” Wonwoo greeted the class and closed the door behind himself, after which he walked to his desk and put his bag down. His lips curved into a smile when he saw at least half of the class yawning. “I’m sure you’re all very excited for this lesson.”

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,” most of the class said in unison, none of it coming from the heart, but Wonwoo took what he could get.

He scanned the classroom and quirked his eyebrow a little when he saw you, your hand covering your eyes so that he couldn’t see them as you stared at your notebook and doodled in it.

“Y/N, what about you?” he asked, his voice steady and the slightest bit husky, which went straight between your legs, especially with the memory of the previous night.

You jolted a little, and without raising your gaze to him, waved your hand in the air, signaling that you were fine. “Yes, yes, perfectly!”

Wonwoo squinted his eyes momentarily, but decided to let it go. It was very unlike you to not look at him - normally you wouldn’t have let any opportunity to look at him pass by, much less any opportunity to look into his eyes.

Regardless, Wonwoo went about the lesson like he always did, but he found his attention drifting to you more and more as you continued avoiding his gaze. It might’ve been partially because he had found you attractive for a while and knew just how much time you spent admiring him during his lessons, but he was also genuinely concerned about what had happened to bring about the sudden change.

“Alright, the class is over,” Wonwoo announced when the clock had, in your thoughts finally, reached 8:59, and watched all of you get up and leave the classroom one by one.

You packed your bag quickly and left the classroom quietly, which again made Wonwoo quirk his eyebrow a little. What had happened to your usual, cheerful “Bye”?

As soon as you were out of the classroom, you let out a sigh of relief. If it hadn’t been the most painful lesson of your life, you didn’t know what was.

The rest of the day was much easier to get through, with your friends effectively bringing your thoughts elsewhere and the lessons, some of which you enjoyed and some of which you dreaded, keeping you too busy to think about the painfully attractive substitute teacher or the wet dream you had had.

When the afternoon rolled by, however, you faced another problem.

“Oh, Mrs. Lee isn’t here today,” one of your friends mumbled when you were seated in your classroom, waiting for your English lesson to start. You hummed.

“Who’s going to teach us, then?” you pondered curiously, and your friend shrugged.

“That would be me.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you slowly turned to look at the door, where Wonwoo stood with a small smile on his face.

You could hardly keep a wince off your face. ’Really? The first and the last lesson of the day?’

Wonwoo took note of your expression and shook his head in amusement as he assumed his position at the front of the classroom and began holding the lesson according to the notes that Mrs. Lee had given him. It was mostly individual work, so you didn’t really mind, and were mostly immersed in your book and assignments that you were doing.

However, it being individual work for the students meant that Wonwoo had a bunch of time in his hands, during which he checked some of the essays he had to grade, although he also spent a fair amount of time looking at you.

He just couldn’t wrap his finger around what was up with you. You were normally fairly active in his lessons, which he enjoyed, but that day you were everything but that.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you were purposefully avoiding him.

Amidst your assignment, you slowly moved your gaze up to Wonwoo, hoping to see him focusing on his own work, just so that you could appreciate his looks for a while.

Yet instead, you were met with his eyes, staring intently right back at you.

Your eyes widened, and you hurried to return to your assignment, but dropped your pen in the process, cursing in your mind as you picked it up from the floor. As if you hadn’t been a mess for the whole damn day, the eye contact truly messed you up to the core.

Wonwoo stared at you curiously, chuckling a little at how embarrassed you seemed. Something was up, and he’d make it his goal to figure out what.

It felt like the lesson ended surprisingly soon, and you were about to stand up and leave when Wonwoo spoke. “Actually, Y/N, could you stay for a bit?”

You froze, and without even looking his way, nodded slowly.

You were screwed.

The others left the classroom one by one, and when the last student had left, Wonwoo went to close the door, which he then leaned against as he looked at you, now seated back in your chair.

“So, would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft yet husky, and looked at you warmly. Your cheeks heated up, and you shook your head while pursing your lips.

“N-nothing is wrong,” you said, painfully aware of just how unconvincing you sounded.

Wonwoo hummed and started walking to his desk, where he began packing his bag. “You’re not like you usually are. Something’s going on.”

“I promise it’s nothing,” you assured with a nervous laugh, shaking your head a little again. Wonwoo squinted and placed his hands on the desk in front of him, leaning forward a little.

“Then why can’t you look into my eyes?”

’Because last night I had a dream where you fucked me into oblivion while staring into my eyes.’

“T-that’s…” your words trailed off at the memory of your dream, and you could feel the familiar heat starting to pool at the pit of your stomach as you remembered it all. Your heart beat fast in your chest, and even Wonwoo could see how nervous you were getting.

He squinted a little. “Yes?”

You were quiet, and so Wonwoo began taking small steps towards you. “Does it have to do with the way you look at me?” Your eyes widened at his bold question, and finally you looked at him, sinfully good-looking with the suit he had on, the round glasses only making him more smart-looking and attractive. Wonwoo chuckled quietly. “No, I haven’t missed the way you look at me. But why is it?”

A part of you wanted to hit him, although only lightly, because you could’ve sworn he knew the answer. With him walking closer to you all the while, you finally sighed, too weak to continue fighting. “Because you’re hot.”

He stopped in his tracks, right by your desk, and processed your words. His lips curved upwards while you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock.

“Hot?” he asked, slightly amused, and took a seat on the desk in front of yours. “Y/N, I’m your teacher.”

“I know,” you grumbled and hid your face a little in embarrassment, feeling just how hot your cheeks were. “Do you think I haven’t told that to myself at least a million times?”

Wonwoo looked at you warmly and shook his head in amusement. “If it helps, I’ve had to remind myself quite a few times, too.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, and you lowered your hands slowly, moving your gaze to Wonwoo. He was smiling a little, and your voice was quiet as you spoke. “…What?”

“I’ve had to remind myself that you’re my student,” he said, sounding the slightest bit nervous but also calm, and it all only made your heart beat faster.

“But why?” you asked quietly, too mesmerized by Wonwoo’s sharp, dark eyes to look away anymore.

You were hooked.

He chuckled lowly. “Probably for the same reason you have.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. Wonwoo sighed.

“But I am your teacher. I don’t want to use my position wrongly,” he said slowly, and his smile got a bitter hint to it.

You found yourself almost pouting a little. “Would it be using your position wrongly if I wanted it?”

Wonwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed quickly, and he cleared his throat. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything. “Wanted what?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you averted your gaze. “…Never mind.”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo began, and you slowly moved your eyes back to his, and were now faced with his slightly hooded ones. “Do you want me?”

The nod of your head was almost automatic, and it scared you. But you were tired of lying, tired of fighting against your desires, especially when it seemed that he felt the same way.

Wonwoo looked slightly troubled. “It’s still ethically questionable…”

“But I’m over 18,” you reminded him, barely even in control of yourself anymore, and gave him a meaningful look. “It would be against the school rules, but I’m still an adult.”

He nodded and bit down on his lower lip, allowing his eyes to scan your body, as if he hadn’t been thinking and dreaming about it enough already.

Wonwoo got up from the desk and got closer to yours, and you found yourself standing up, too, your heart beating fast. The suspense was turning you on fast, and you could already feel your nipples hardening and your pussy getting wet with anticipation.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Wonwoo asked, his voice low as he stood right in front of you, looking into your eyes yet not daring to touch you.

You swallowed and nodded. “I need you, Mr–”

“Just call me Wonwoo,” he interrupted you and chuckled, his eyes playful as he looked into yours. “Mr. Jeon is too… formal.”

“Wonwoo, then,” you giggled and bit down on your lower lip and slowly slid your hands up your school uniform shirt. “But it still stands that I need you.”

He watched your hands move, and by the time one of your hands reached your breast, he was a goner.

Placing his hands on your hips, Wonwoo breathed heavily and pulled you a bit closer. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Intoxicated by his closeness after all the hours you had spent wanting to experience it, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your voice merely a breath when you spoke. “I want it all, and if it does get too much, I’ll tell you. That way we’ll both be happy, won’t we?”

“I don’t want this to be something you’ll regret later,” he said quietly, already leaning down a little until his nose was brushing against yours. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat with how close Wonwoo was and how awfully tempting his lips were, so close to yours. “I’m sure.”

With that, you leaned up to bring your lips together for a kiss that sent tingles down your spine, and as Wonwoo’s tongue danced with yours daringly, the only thought in your mind was that wow, you were really doing it, kissing Wonwoo, and about to make your wet dream come true.

You got up on your desk and Wonwoo stood between your legs, his hands holding your bare thighs as you continued kissing passionately, your hands moving up to his hair and down to his shoulders, broad and attractive yet unfortunately covered by the white dress shirt he was wearing.

The kisses were hungry and needy, and if those weren’t enough to tell both of you how badly you wanted each other, then the way you were touching each other did. Wonwoo’s hands moved up and down your thighs, sliding underneath your uniform skirt and nearly under the thin fabric of your panties, and your hands were restlessly moving on his upper body. Neither of you seemed to be able to get enough of the other, and both the kisses and hasty touches only turned the two of you on more.

“The door is locked, right?” you asked against Wonwoo’s lips as you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he chuckled lowly as he popped the first few buttons of your shirt open, too.

“It is, and this is the time when the school gets empty,” he murmured and pulled back to take a look at you, deciding to open the rest of your shirt buttons, too. Then he moved his hooded eyes to yours. “We’re safe.”

Once you had finished opening Wonwoo’s shirt, you smirked at him and pulled him closer from the tie that was now loose around his neck. “Good.”

Wonwoo’s lips tugged into a smirk, too, as he kissed you again, with even more passion and hunger than before, and placed his hands on your waist underneath your shirt. You shivered slightly under his touch, at which he chuckled softly. “Just relax.”

“How,” you breathed, your breath only growing heavier when Wonwoo slid his hands higher on your body, until he could slide his thumbs underneath your bra. “God.”

He pulled back and bit lightly on his lower lip as he looked down at you. “Should I just… slide the straps down?”

You nodded quickly, and so he slid the straps of your bra down until he could also drag the garment itself lower on your torso, until your breasts were easily reached. He grinned to himself and leaned down to brush his lips by yours again while his hands found their way to your breasts.

“Perfect.”

Wonwoo easily slid his tongue into your mouth while massaging your breasts, teasing your erect nipples just how you imagined him in your dream. You were almost painfully turned on, the pulsating need between your legs only growing more intense with his thumbs rubbing your nipples and his lips so sensual against yours.

“I… I need your touch,” you whispered as you broke away from your kiss, looking up into Wonwoo’s eyes almost shyly. Taking a hold of one of his hands, you brought it down on your body.

He swallowed hard and nodded in understanding as he, for the time being, placed his hand on your thigh that he then rubbed with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

You leaned back a little as Wonwoo slid his hand higher up your thigh, until he could rub your slit through your panties with his thumb. Holding back a whimper, you shut your eyes and clung onto his shoulder with one hand while the other was resting on the desk.

“Damn, you’re wet,” Wonwoo mumbled, his voice thick with lust, and spent a moment just sliding his finger up and down your slit, feeling just how wet your panties were getting and taking note of how good it made you feel.

“That feels good,” you breathed heavily and forced your eyes open so that you could look at him. “But I need more.”

You could see his Adam’s apple bob, which made you feel a sense of self-satisfaction, which was just what you needed to be daring enough to slowly slide your hand down his upper body.

“I take it you could use some attention, too?” you asked with a meaningful raise of your eyebrows when your fingers had reached the waistband of Wonwoo’s suit pants.

“You’ve always been a smart girl,” he noted with his lips curving into a smile and let you unzip his pants and helped you get his cock out of his boxers. You swallowed hard as your hand met his half-hard length, and you gave him a tentative, slow tug. Wonwoo hissed and shut his eyes. “Yes.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you stroked him to full hardness without much trouble, your mouth watering at his size, but felt your composure crumble when he slid your panties to the side and rubbed your swollen clit with his forefinger.

“You’re doing amazing,” he breathed into your ear, grunting quietly as his hips bucked into your hand. “Good god, Y/N.”

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whispered with a whiny edge to your voice when his forefinger would merely tease your entrance instead of sliding in. He chuckled lowly and pressed his lips to your neck, and only gave you what you wanted when you bucked your hips against his finger impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” he hummed in amusement and straightened his back, looking into your eyes as his index finger began pushing into you slowly. “Like this?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you were finally getting what you had been after, and nodded eagerly. “Y-yes.”

Wonwoo nodded in understanding and leaned down to lock your lips in a series of kisses again, which effectively muffled both of your sounds as he fingered you with ease and you stroked him steadily. You were soaked, which he knew more than well, and so it didn’t take too long for him to be pistoning two and later three fingers in and out of you fast, the desk underneath you shaking about as much as you were.

You clung onto Wonwoo’s shoulder with one hand and stilled your hand on his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder when a wave of pleasure coursed through you, and he only stopped fucking you with his fingers when you suddenly shut your legs and took in a sharp breath.

“Close?” he asked huskily, panting a little, and looked down at his fingers, which were coated with a thick layer of your anticipation. You nodded in a daze as an answer to his question, and Wonwoo brought his fingers up, a playful grin on his lips as you moved your eyes to his fingers. “I wonder, what should we do about this…”

Much to his surprise you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his fingers in, sucking them clean of your own juices. Wonwoo bit down on his lower lip and thrust into your hand, cursing under his breath.

You let his fingers fall from your lips and smiled. “That.”

He nodded in amusement and blinked in surprise when you let go of his length and got off the desk. “What now?”

“I’m going to have to sit there tomorrow,” you pointed out with a laugh, referring to your seat, and began walking towards the teacher’s desk. You smirked at Wonwoo when you had reached it and bent over it, your cleavage as prominent as ever. “And this is a more stable surface anyway.”

“I see,” Wonwoo chuckled and followed you to the front of the classroom, bending down over you and bringing his lips to your left ear. “But you’ll also have to see this desk tomorrow and try not to think about what we’re about to do on it.”

You held back a moan when you felt his cock against your ass, and nodded. “I think that’s just going to make school more interesting.”

“Oh, you bet,” Wonwoo whispered in amusement and gave you a kiss on your neck before pulling back and reaching for his bag.

Curious, you turned to look at what he was doing, and clicked your tongue when you saw him casually flip out a condom from his bag. “Do I want to know?”

Wonwoo laughed, grinning so widely that his nose was crinkling in a way you had only seen it do a few times during classes, and shook his head. “One of my friends put it in my bag a while ago and I just never took it out.”

“And you’re sure it hasn’t expired?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow, and felt a sense of relief when Wonwoo nodded and showed you the condom.

“See for yourself.”

You moved your eyes from the expiry date to Wonwoo and bit down on your lower lip. “Then there’s nothing stopping us.”

He hummed and, once he had placed the condom on the desk, reassumed his position behind you and lifted your skirt up so that your lower body only had your panties covering it. Soon he pushed them down to your mid-thigh, however, and squeezed your ass with a quiet grunt. “Damn, Y/N…”

You held back a moan as he merely kneaded your ass for a while, his cock between your cheeks as his hips rocked back and forth. You could already feel your arousal starting to drip down your thighs, and grew impatient rather fast.

“Wonwoo,” you began pleadingly and looked at him with puppy eyes, “please fuck me already.”

He swallowed hard and let go of your ass to unbutton his pants, which fell to his ankles rather fast, at which he stifled a sigh: nothing to be done about that. Wonwoo then opened the condom packet and put the rubber on himself, giving his length a few good strokes while looking at you hungrily, taking in just how wet your pussy was, especially with you swaying your hips invitingly.

“Wait,” you said suddenly and stood up before turning around and sitting on the desk as a small grin spread to your lips. “I want to see you.”

Wonwoo smirked and raised his eyebrows when you got comfortable on the desk and spread your legs, having managed to get your panties off from one leg.

“I can’t say I’d be surprised,” he hummed in amusement and got closer to you, smiling against your lips as he kissed you. “Especially considering how much you enjoy looking at me on the regular.”

Your cheeks heated up - while he was right, your wish had a lot more to do with the dream you had had the night before that you were more than determined to re-enact.

“Ah,” Wonwoo mumbled suddenly, as though remembering something, and started taking his glasses off. You shook your head quickly and took a hold of his wrist, which caused him to look at you in surprise.

“Keep them on,” you said with a small smile, and Wonwoo raised his eyebrows. “They look good on you.”

His expression melted, and he lowered his hand with a soft smile on his face. “Alright, then. They’ll stay on.”

You grinned playfully and leaned back on the desk, propped on your elbows, and watched Wonwoo intently as he moved his cock up and down your wetness, gathering some additional slickness to it. When you wrapped your legs around his waist, he finally smirked and aligned himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked huskily, looking into your eyes as his hands held your hips, and when you nodded, much more than ready, he finally pushed into you little by little.

You kept your mouth shut, but your sated moan was everything but silent as your eyes fell shut and pussy clamped down around Wonwoo’s length, and he breathed heavily, too, hardly able to hold back a grunt with how amazing it felt to be inside of you at last, surrounded by your hot wetness.

The fact that it was all forbidden only seemed to heighten the pleasure for both of you, and it was as soon as Wonwoo had bottomed out that you realized that it would be much, much more wonderful than it had been in your dream.

“Mr. Jeon…” you whispered, purposefully calling him what you always did in class, and moaned quietly when he instinctively moved inside of you at that.

Wonwoo wanted to, at the very least, hide: while he had been the one to tell you specifically not to call him that, having you refer to him as that turned him on. “Shit, please don’t.”

You grinned, mostly to yourself, and got your hands to Wonwoo’s chest, from where they slid up to his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m just messing with you.”

His lips tugged into a smile, and as he began thrusting into you steadily, he leaned down to kiss you desperately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, similarly as your legs were around his waist, and responded to his kisses, both for the intimacy and the attempt to keep your moans muffled.

Wonwoo breathed heavily as he fucked you, one of his hands roaming on your ass and thigh while the other began slowly moving from your hip to your chest, where he began playing with your nipple. Your breath hitched in your throat, and he chuckled quietly when you clenched around him.

“Aren’t you sensitive,” he noted amusedly while rubbing your nipple with the pad of his thumb, his hips meeting yours one smooth thrust after another, each of which hit all the right places inside of you. “I wonder how you’d react if I touched you somewhere else…”

You whimpered at the implication behind his words, and shook your head as your hips bucked against his. “Not yet, I don’t want to come too soon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wonwoo breathed and slid his tongue into your mouth with ease and began thrusting into you a bit faster and harder, by then certain that you were feeling good. You moaned into the kiss with nearly every thrust, and as the knot in the pit of your stomach started getting tighter, your legs began tightening around him, too.

“I-I’m close,” you whined as you broke away from the kiss and hid your face in Wonwoo’s shoulder instead, taking in the faint scent of his cologne. He grunted and slid his hand down from your breast, until he could rub circles into your clit while moving his hips back and forth, reveling in how good it felt on his end, too.

“Just let it go,” Wonwoo muttered into your neck that he was kissing sloppily, intoxicated by both your scent and how you felt, and chased his own high desperately. It didn’t take long for you to come around him, your back arching and your lips parting into a silent cry as your body convulsed underneath his.

He fucked you through your orgasm, and before long, he was coming into the condom, too, grunting against your neck as he held your thigh tightly, his other hand back to your hip as well. His hips continued rocking into yours throughout his climax, until they slowly came to a stop, which left both of you panting, still clinging onto each other.

As you both came down from your highs little by little, you caressed each other slowly, and eventually he pulled out of you and got the condom off, tying it before placing it on top of a paper on the desk so that he could dispose it better later.

“This probably shouldn’t become a thing,” Wonwoo panted, his lips against your neck, but his hands never left your hips.

You held his shoulder with one hand and played with his hair with the other. “This meaning us having sex, or us having sex in the classroom?”

He chuckled quietly and pulled up so that he could look at you and stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Us having sex. I’m still your teacher, Y/N.”

“But you’re a substitute one,” you mumbled with a small pout, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch. “Doesn’t your employment end at the end of this semester? And I’m going to graduate, too…”

Wonwoo blinked in surprise. “It does, actually.”

“So,” you began, shy yet playful, and grinned at him. “Would you like to see where this goes when the summer is here? Then there won’t be any obstacles.”

The kiss he gave you told you more than enough.

Wonwoo didn’t quite take pride in the few times that he gave in to you before the end of his employment at the school, however, one of which he actually was able to end in time after merely making out with you, but one of which ended, much to his shame, with you riding him on the backseat of his car.

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