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miizuzu · 5 months ago

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Sorry for the long wait again... MDNI, not proofread, sorry for mistakes... This is a long one...Enjoy?

Part 7

Xavier sits at the cash register while constantly darting his eyes to the clock on the wall, the time was 11:21 am, his mind keeps playing back the line of you telling him you would bring him lunch for watching his friends shop. It had been a slow day with not many people coming in, he sometimes wondered how his friend could still make a living by selling second hand books. His eyes looking up at the clock again, 11:24 am, only 3 minutes had passed? It felt like hours already. He wanted to go home and be with you instead, he took his phone out to see if you'd sent him a message about what food you would bring him, but there was nothing to his dismay.

He started going through his phone, looking through the gallery, it brought a smile to his face just looking at pictures of you. He scrolls through the pictures he got from Rafayel, which he has to give him credit for since he always manages to capture the best of your smiles. His eyes stopped at the video, the one he took while you were sandwiched between him and Rafayel, his thumb hovered over it for a moment, eyes became darken and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He finally tab on it, the volume of his phone on the lowest possible setting, just in case a random customer walks in. His breath quickens and he could hear his heart beating out of his chest, just as it got to the part where you took him in your mouth, the front door opened and he panicked and locked his phone instantly and placed it face down on the counter.

You walked into the store and saw him look flustered, one of your brows raised as a questioning look overcomes you. “Why is your face so red?” you looked at Xavier while slowly walking towards him, Zayne following close behind you. It was as if Xavier was trying to back away from you, his back leaning further back on the chair. “I’m just happy to see you.” He replies as he puts on his innocent smiling face. “What did you get me for lunch?” “I bought you some dumplings and fried noodles, would that be ok?” You were worried if it was not his preference. “I’m not picky, anything you get must be delicious.” He's letting out a genuine smile now.

Just as you were about to put the food down on the counter, you stumbled over your own foot, it was fortunate that Zayne was there to catch you before you fell. Your face burns red with embarrassment as you get back on your feet and put the food down. Zaynes' phone started ringing, it was Dr. Greyson wanted to meet up with Zayne to return some of the books he borrowed from him. Zayne thought Xavier could use some time being alone with you, Zayne is so considerate for people around him and he knows how much Xavier meant to you as well. “I will be back in a while, I will leave Y/N in your capable hands.” You smiled at Zayne as he walked out of the store.

Xavier was getting you a chair, placing it beside him for you to sit as you unpack the food for him, he extended his hand over to you to guide you over to him. “Have you eaten?” Xavier asks as he snaps the wooden chopsticks apart. “Not yet, there's enough food for all 3 of us, but I guess it's just the 2 of us now.” You opened your mouth, gesturing Xavier to feed you, Xavier picked up a dumpling and carefully guided it into your mouth, your face looked so happy after eating it. Xavier starts eating as well and your eyes start looking around the shop, you notice they don't open on Sunday, meaning Xaiver wouldn't have to come help tomorrow.

“So, how was business today? Was it busy this morning?” You asked Xavier before helping yourself with some noodles. “It has been pretty slow, it felt like forever until you showed up.” He picked up the container with the noodles and was about to take a big bite out of it. “But you had your phone with you, how bad could it get? Were you playing games while waiting?”

You reached for his phone and he panicked, but with him holding the food and chopsticks, there was no way he could stop you in time before you unlocked it and saw YOU, with his cock in YOUR mouth. Your eyes widened and face instantly red, you quickly locked the phone again and placed it down in a hurry before glaring at Xavier while he turned his blushing face away from you, trying to hide himself with the container he was holding. “I can't believe you…” your brows furrowed as if you were angry and your cheeks were puffy and red. “I'm sorry… I swear I was just looking at your pictures Rafayel sent me before it got to the video.” Xavier finally puts the food down and turns back towards you, also trying to hide the growing tent in his pants.

You drank some water trying to calm down but you noticed Xavier getting hard by how awkward he was sitting. A mischievous idea struck you, you got on your knees under the counter and reached for his clothes crotch. Xavier sees what you were trying to do so he inches closer to you as he spreads his legs open a bit more. You unbuttoned his pants and slid it down enough for his length to spring free. Xavier helped push your hair behind your ears and kept his hands on your head. Your hands gently ghosted his curves and as you were about to put your hand around him, the door opened and 2 ladies walked in. Xaviers' hand shot back up above the counter as he welcomed the customers. “Do you mind if we just look around? We aren't really looking for anything in particular.” One of the ladies asked politely, “no problem, feel free to read anything you like. There are also a couple of chairs at the back of you that feel like just reading.” Xavier answers as you suddenly wrapped your soft fingers around his cock. You could feel him jump by surprise, cute you thought.

As the ladies ventured deeper into the store and got the books, they made it to the back where Xavier pointed out the chairs were and they both sat down, starting to read. Your hands start to slowly play with his cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum off his slit and stretching it between your fingers as you look him in the eyes. He couldn't bring his hands down because of the ladies being there, he was stuck with not being able to touch you and had to put on a straight face as you tease him. Your smirk sent him another shock, he knows you're planning something mean and there is nothing he can do. He reached for the store's stereo control and started playing some music, loud enough to drown out any of the sound you could make but not enough to disturb the ladies from reading.

His dick kept leaking like a loose faucet, you could tell he was excited just by how much he was twitching in your hands. You finally decided to direct his cock to point lower before playing soft kisses to his tip. His ears were getting red, he was lucky with the lighting helping hide his blushing features from the ladies at the back, they were too absorbed into the books they were reading to notice anyways.

The moment your soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he swore he was about to get sent over the edge. His hands are now fists, clutching so hard his knuckles are white, he's still trying to keep a straight face. He thought it would actually look more natural if he leans back as he grabs his phone. Your tongue swirling around his tip and you could see him fidgeting, you gave him a playful suck before running little licks between his slit, you had him panting quietly with his mouth open. You started pushing your head close to his base, your soft moans sending shivers down his spine. The slurping sounds and moans were drowned by the music as you continued taking more of him down your throat, and once you finally reached the base you could feel him twitching madly, stretching your throat. Tears were forming and dripping down your face but you didn't move, until Xavier finally reached one hand down and rubbed the top of your head gently.

You slowly pulled away from him, feeling his cock gagging you but it didn't stop you from pushing your head back towards him, Xaviers' cock felt so hard in your mouth you know he was already close to his release. You place your hands on his inner thighs and push them apart a bit more before giving it a hard squeeze, a bit of cum shooting into your throat. “MMM!” You heard him moan, as you started moving your head more, thrusting yourself into him as you tried to milk him. He didn't let any more sound escape his lips but he was cumming, cumming so hard his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. Finally he looks down at you, with him still in your mouth as you swallow every last drop of his cum, smiling back at him as he rubs your jawline. He was getting very sensitive and he was getting overstimulated while still feeling your tight throat, and warm tongue as he tried to pull out without whining.

Xavier almost didn't notice the ladies walking towards him but leaned back forward as they got close, they wanted to purchase the books and Xavier started ringing them up. One of the ladies noticed the change in the atmosphere and her face started to blush while staring at Xavier, “Do you work here often, can I visit you again?” She asks as her friend starts nudging her by the arm as she tries to talk to Xavier. “I am just covering for my friend. I don't work here.” Xavier answers. “Then can I get your number? Maybe we can go grab some coffee some time?” She was not giving up. You were debating if you should come out from under the counter but Xavier answered “Sorry, my girlfriend would not appreciate that.” As he handed over the books and changed back. “Sorry!” The ladies said before grabbing their stuff and running out of the store.

You finally popped your head out of the counter and sat back up beside Xavier. He started kissing you, and rubbing your knees. “So popular.” You pout between his kisses. “My heart only belongs to you.” He places both his hands to your face to cup your cheeks, wiping away any remaining drool/cum off the corner of your mouth. “I will also only let you do this to me.” He leans in to kiss you.

Zayne returns after 2 hours and by then you fall asleep, leaning on the front counter as Xavier sits beside you, keeping you from falling as he also struggles to stay awake. Zayne sees you sleeping and thinks he shouldn't wake you since you need all the rest you can get. Zayne walked around the store and looked at what books there were.

When you woke up, you were not at the original spot anymore, Zayne and Xavier had to move you away from the counter. The store was filled with people, and Xavier was busy helping people with their purchase while Zayne helped him. The customers were mainly female, guess they saw the 2 gorgeous men here at the shop, almost like a celebrity signing session. The ladies looked like they would want to ask but seeing you behind them, they kept their mouth shut and were satisfied with just receiving help with their book purchase.

After what seemed like a chaotic few hours, Xavier finally closes up the shop. “Where should we go now? There are still a few hours before dinner time.” Xavier comes back towards the counter after flipping the ‘We are Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ “Oh Right! I was going to mention, it is Rafayel’s birthday this coming Friday, there will be a birthday exhibition for him. Since it’s a weekday, I’m planning to take the day off and go to the event.” You looked at both of them, “I was hoping we could throw him a birthday party on Saturday, with the 4 of us.” you stood there, twirling your fingers, not knowing what they would think about the idea. “We better go shop for some birthday presents then?” Zayne says as he helps Xavier clean up. “We could head to the mall after locking up.” Xavier chimes in.

You were happy that they both agreed about the party, you wanted to be able to hang out with all of them together again, you had fun last time and you’ve been wanting to be able to all hang out together again but somehow someone is always busy.

The 3 of you went to the mall as planned, trying to look for the perfect gift. Venturing into different stores from clothing to tech, no one seems to be able to decide what to actually get him. He has enough clothes to open his own boutique. There was a new shop that caught your eye, a new accessories store with stylish hi-tech accessories. You were looking at the smart watches, checking out their features. “Weren’t we looking for a present for Rafayel? Looks like you are trying to get something for yourself.” Zayne watches you jokingly. You flustered and answered with “Well, I’m just looking… not like I’m actually trying to find something for myself.”

Xavier waves you both over, “How about these?” You and Zayne walked over to take a look at what Xavier found. It was some earrings with special features, they were silver but each had a small gemstone embedded, there were colors that matched their evol. “I thought we could each get one, just a symbol of our unique relationship.” Xavier explained. “That doesn't seem like a bad idea.” Zayne answers. “But you and Zayne don't have piercings…?” You looked at both of them. Maybe they have necklaces instead, you started looking around and they actually did.

Zayne looked at the features of the accessories, one of which he thought could come in handy, it could track your heart rate through a phone app and all the accessories are waterproof so they actually won't have to be taken off. “Since we all got you a necklace before, “Maybe this time you should get the earrings and we would get the necklaces.” Xavier nods in agreement. The price is actually not too expensive and you thought you would pay for it, until Zayne and Xavier stopped you saying it would be their gift for the 2 of you. They went and paid for the items and you all decided to have dinner before heading home.

You were kind of relieved that they were able to find a gift for Rafayel, you are excited for Saturday's party. When you got home, there was a box sitting outside your door. The item you ordered arrived early, but there was another box, with fancy ribbons along with some flowers. Rafayel had sent it to you, the outfit he wanted you to wear on Friday. You filed a vacation request for Friday and was almost instantly approved. Rafayel actually sent invites to Zayne and Xavier as well, but knowing Zaynes' busy schedule he wasn't expecting him to show up. Xavier might be there if you were going to be, but Rafayel secretly hoped that Xavier would just go to work instead so he could have you all to himself.

The days fly by while you were excitedly waiting for Rafayels' birthday. It was already Wednesday and you have been back to the field with Xavier thanks to Zayne's note to Jenna. You made sure you were extra careful, not wanting to get injured so you could make it to the party. Your period also finished and you were glad it did, finally free of pain and could get back to your daily life.

You and Xavier walking home after work, you were in a very good mood and Xavier could tell by your playful hums while your fingers intertwined with each other as you walked. “Is there anything you would like to eat?” You cheerfully asked Xavier as you walked past a few restaurants. “Actually, there is.” Xavier leans into your ear and whispers. “You.” you turned to him flustered, then you pouted and said, “I mean actual food!” Xavier chuckles, “in that case, I want the dumplings you brought me a few days ago. Let's go pick some up.”

Finally arriving home after getting the dumplings, you went to put your things down as Xavier put the food on the dining table. “We should eat first before the food gets cold.” You went and washed your hands then hopped over and sat down beside him and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag. “Ahh~” Xavier opens his mouth waiting for you to feed him. You held the dumpling with the chopsticks and placed a hand under to catch it if it falls, he leans in and takes a bite, the juice of the dumpling dripping down his chin, you tried to wipe it down with your thumb, only for Xavier to grab your hand and licked your thumb. “Xavier!” You were surprised by his sudden gesture, he only smiled and kept eating after.

Xavier helped clean up the table after dinner was finished, there weren't any dishes since you 2 just ate out of the container and used one-time use chopsticks. You washed your hands and headed to the bedroom, Xavier followed after you. You were grabbing a change of clothes wanting to shower first, as you turned around towards the direction of the bathroom, Xavier blocked your way and caged you in his arms, “let’s have dessert.” “We already finished all the ice cream, what else-” he kisses you before you could even finish the sentence. “You're my dessert.” He whispers into your ear and starts kissing along your jaw, moving down towards your neck.

“Wait Xavier, I want to go shower first, I'm still covered with dirt and sweat.” You whined. “I don't mind.” His kisses were more demanding and he shoved you towards the bed while he undressed you. You were reduced to only your undergarments by the time your back but the mattress. Your breaths quicken as Xavier still has his lips latched to yours, not willing to let go. He had already removed his own top, unbuckling his pants to release the tightness in his pants. You placed your hands on his toned chest, feeling up his muscles, running them down his abs and onto his clothes crotch, rewarded with one of his muffled whines. He removed his pants and dropped them beside the bed.

He had you pinned down right where he wanted you, his forearms on the sides of your head, his face hovering right above yours as he finally released your lips. “I can't hold back any longer, I want to be inside of you.” He stares his dilated blue eyes into yours', licking up from your collar to your neck. You wanted him inside of you as well, pussy clutching at nothing, as you rub your thighs together. One of his hands finally moved from beside your head and headed towards your drenched pussy, his hand was suddenly stopped by one of yours as you tried to shove him to lay back instead. Xavier picks himself up then flops back against the mattress, head resting on the backboard with pillows on his back. “Hmm?” He looked at you with his confused puppy eyes, “Why did you stop me?”

You saddle yourself onto his thighs, he watches you patiently as you tug on the waistband of his boxers, lifting himself off the bed enough for you to pull it down as you scooch closer to his bare length. You reach for your own panties and Xavier's eyes travel down, waiting for you to take it off. You pull down your panties at a slow teasing pace, Xavier was so turned on you could see his cock throbbing painfully. His hands were reaching for your panties and you swatted him away, he was biting down on his own lips, trying to control himself. “You are not allowed to touch, got it?” You smirked at Xavier, he frantically nodded “yes, ma’am.”

You finally remove your panties and Xavier lets out a relief sigh, looking at how wet you were, already dripping. You took one of Xavier's hands and hooked your panties on his wrist before grabbing his other hand and doing the same, binding both his hands with your panties. You then pushed his arms up over his head and placed his hands on the backboard of the bed. “Don't remove your hands from the frame.” You demanded. “Got it.” Xavier confirms, his ears are turning red, not knowing what you are planning to do next.

You lowered yourself to sit your folds onto his cock, you could hear him whimpering and see his hands clutching hard on the bed frame. You started grinding forward and back on his length, your pussy was so wet and warm he could hardly wait, he has been holding back for so long and he needs to be inside. “No more teasing, I want to be inside that sweet sweet pussy.” Xavier says with darkened eyes, like he was about to pounce on you any second if you don't let him have his way.

You finally lifted yourself up, lining his cock up to your pussy, stretching your folds open with your fingers as you slowly lowered yourself down. Without him preparing your cunt, you felt as if he was splitting you in half with his cock. He watches your facial expressions twist with the painful pleasure as tears start forming in your eyes, mouth gaping wide open trying to catch your breath. Your hands are now on his abdomen, holding yourself up as your hips shakingly sink down slowly. “You're too b-big mmhn” you said as you pant heavily, you were only halfway down his length but felt like there was no more room. “You are doing great my star, keep going, you can do it.” Xavier starts encouraging you, “I can't, it… it's too much!” You whined. “You can, and you will. You're always my good girl.”

Xavier started bucking his hips up towards you, making your head flung back from the sudden movement. “Ahhhahhh!” Your moans kept escaping from your lips, so loud that your other neighbors might be able to hear you, but Xavier did not stop, he took back control and he continued to thrust upwards into your core, you were pretty much lifted off the bed fully and was bouncing on his hard rock cock.

You couldn't keep yourself up as your upper body comes crashing down onto his torso as his rough movements continue. His hands have moved from the bed frame and are now on your lower back, while still being binded, he grabs onto your ass cheeks and slams you down towards him, driving you closer to the edge. Your moans are echoing loudly in the room as he keeps up with his unforgiving pace, “ahh! I'm-m cumming! Gonna cummmmm!” you screamed out as you released all over his twitching cock, finally slowing down a bit as you rode out the wave of your orgasm.

Xavier rolls you onto your back while still being inside of you, you close your eyes, catching your breath, he pulls your legs together and loops his bound arms around your legs hugging them thigh into his embrace as his hips starts moving again. The friction had you overstimulated and your head was thrown back once again into your pillows. “Xavier!! Wait, n-not yet… mm too sensitive!” You begged. “Sorry star, I'm also at my limits…” Xavier's hips started thrusting faster and harder, his hot, heavy pants huffing against your legs, your hands clutching on the sheets as you moan louder, unable to form words. Xavier's cock keeps hitting your sweet spot as your walls squeezed him, you were about to cum again and he was there with you as well. “I-I can't hold it… I'm cumming!” Xavier shoots his hot cum inside you, making you cum as he fills every inch of your pussy with his seed while he slowly grinds the rest of his load inside.

Xavier sat there, still holding onto your shaky legs, still not wanting to pull out and separate from you. Your legs were shaking so much you knew you wouldn't be able to walk for a good while. He finally slips your panties which binded his wrist off, he leaned in towards you, folding you in half as your ankles hang on his shoulders.

“Xavier… no more… I can't take it anymore.” you quickly begged, you could feel him getting harder again. “Xavier!! Are you even listening to me?” You started moaning again. “Yes, I heard you” he rested his forehead against yours, “I just want to stay like this a while longer, I won't move.” He was not moving his hips but you could feel him throbbing inside of you, making you whine and moan, Xavier was trying so hard to not start thrusting into you again, you could see his body physically fidgeting as a painful expression overcame him.

“... Fine, just… one last time, but be gentle with me…” you said as you turned your head away from him while your eyes stayed watching him with the corners as you blushed. His facial expression changed, as if he was a kid and it was Christmas. He grabs each of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, he leans in to kiss you gently on your lips as his hips begin moving again, this time at a slower pace like you asked.

His movements were sensual and passionate, he made sure this time that every thrust was to make you feel good, he would pull out all the way until only his tip connects the two of you, and slowly push his way back in, making you feel his full length and every throbbing vein. Your hips began to meet his movements, grinding yourself against him as he bottoms you, making him whine. He kept at the slow pace, he could feel his cum from the last round flowing out as he tried to push it back inside. You felt like you were melting, like you were floating on a fluffy cloud as your third orgasm of the night starts building up. “Xavier… I feel like… I'm going to cum soon…mhgn” you moaned into his ears and he answers. “Me too, let's cum together.” His thrusts are gaining speed, but not rough like before. You both felt so close to your release and with a couple more thrusts you both came undone.

Xavier came so much and it was slowly leaking out of you, your sheets were a mess and you felt sticky all over. “I want to take a bath.” You softly whisper to Xavier, he finally pulls away from you. “Alright, let me go get the bath ready.” He carries you to the bathroom, placing you sitting on the toilet as his cum drains out of you. He got the warm bath ready and carried you into the tub, sitting closely behind you. The water felt so nice, making you both relaxed and Xavier was trying his best to not fall asleep so he could care for you.

“Thank you, my star. I'm sorry I went overboard.” Xavier hugs you tightly from behind. “It's alright, I know you've been holding back for a while now.” You said as you lay your head on his chest. “You really do spoil me too much.” Xavier chuckles, “I love you so much…” he continues. “I love you too.” your eyes were closing, you felt spent and you couldn't stay awake any longer. The last thing you recall was Xavier telling you to rest and leave the rest to him.

It was already morning when you opened your eyes, you felt refreshed after the bath and it seemed like Xavier had changed the bedsheets before going to bed. You see Xavier sleeping peacefully in front of you, his head was buried in your chest, his hair tickling your chin. His arms are wrapped around you like you were his personal plushie. Your hands started running through his soft blonde hair as he rubbed his head against your bosom. “If you keep up with that, we will be late for work.” Xavier warns before tilting his head up to meet your eyes. Your cheeks turn red as his eyes meet yours, “we already did so much last night…” you shy away. “It's never enough, I will stick to you forever if I can.” his arms wrapping around you tighter.

Xavier gets up and gives you a light kiss on the lips, “shell we get ready for work?” he asks. You thought it was weird that he didn't try to keep you in bed, “Are you feeling alright?” You were concerned, your hand cupped his cheeks, “Mmhmm, I promised Zayne that I would control myself around you, shouldn't start breaking promises should I?” He lightly chuckles, “unless you also want it, I'm more than happy to provide my services.” He smirks. “Nope!! Let's get ready for work!” You quickly got up but stumbled back down, your legs were still a bit sore from the night before. “Are you going to be ok?” Xavier was worried. “Yeah… I'll be fine… just got up a bit too fast.” You blushed embarrassingly.

Once you arrived at the office, you found files on your desk of the mission you and Xavier need to take care of today. There wasn't too much since the two of you have been clearing them out at a timely manner. You and Xavier managed to clear out everything today with time to spare, going back to the headquarters to file in the report. It was nearing the end of the day but you've only managed to do half of the paperwork. “You can leave those with me, I will take care of them tomorrow.” Xavier made his way over to your desk without you even noticing. “Are you sure? There's still a lot that needs to be done.” You didn't want to burden Xavier with your work. “It should be fine, unless there is an emergency, we’ve already taken care of all our targets. Plus, should you be home getting ready for tomorrow?” Even though he tried to hide it, you could still see a sad pout from Xaviers' face.

“I have all of tomorrow morning to get ready, I was hoping to go home and spend some time with you.” You playfully pouted. “Unless you rather stay here and-” “No, let's leave on time.” His eyes were sparkling, he didn't expect to be able to spend time with you tonight. “Just make sure you don't go overboard…” you looked away blushing, “Anyways, there's still some time left, let's finish what we can!” You started working on your paperwork again and Xavier smiles and goes back to his desk, working on his own papers.

Xavier was at your desk again when it was time to go home. You told him what still needs to be done and made sure everything was taken care of for tomorrow. You decided to buy some groceries and cook at home instead of ordering take out and Xavier insisted that he would make dinner, which had you worried but agreed anyway.

Xavier told you to go take a shower while he gets dinner ready, you were worried about your kitchen but he promised the meal would be ready and delicious when you get out. You put your faith in him and took a long shower, you came to check on him right after you got out of the showers. He had the table set and food ready when you came out, he pan fried some steak and even made a small salad to go with it.

Dinner was delicious as promised and he was about to clean up and do the dishes when you stopped him and told him to go take a shower as well. He obeys you and went to shower as you cleaned up the kitchen, which he managed to keep quite clean. He came out of the shower with only his sweatpants, “are you trying to seduce me?” You jokingly said, knowing full well you are wearing his last clean t-shirt he has down at your place. “Is it working?” He had a smirk on his face. “why don't you come here and find out?”

You sat on the couch as he walked over, sitting down beside you and leaning in for your lips. You grabbed he hand and guided him between your legs and towards your folds. Xavier then ran his finger over your clothes cunt and realized you were already soaking wet. “I guess someone is being needy.” His eyes darken a little as his breath quickens. “Already so wet for me, such a good girl.” You moaned, clinging to his shoulders, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “What do I get for being, MMM your good girl?” you started kissing up his neck, making him moan weakly. Your hands had traveled to the tent in his pants, you tugged at the waist band and he lowered it together with you, setting his cock free.

“Someone is feeling very egear tonight.” Xavier chuckles and playfully shakes his head. “I just wanted to make you feel good, think of it as a thank you for making dinner.” While sitting beside him, you lean down to kiss his tip. “Wait” Xavier stops you, “I want to see your face.” you adjusted yourself to kneel between his long legs and playfully licked his shaft from the base to the tip. His cock is twitching out of control, and you could see him biting his lips as he tries to hold in his moans. You kept your pretty eyes on his as you gently sucked on the area near his base, sending shivers down his spine.

“I thought you said you wanted me to feel good but all you're doing is teasing me.” Xavier lifts your chin with one hand and lines his cock to your lips with the other. You smiled at him as your lips parted, letting his tip enter as you lap your tongue around it. You took your time, slowly taking more of him into your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, making your mouth water more and he entered more easily. Your throat felt so full when you finally reached his base, Xavier just sitting there, still staring into your teary eyes, burning the image into his brain.

He puts both his hands on the side of your head, signaling you to move. You started pushing away and Xavier's grip got stronger, pulling you back like a gentle tug of war. You start moaning, and the vibration makes him throb in your throat. “Haah… taking me so well, your mouth feels so good, my darling.” He finally breaks eye contact, panting heavily as his hips start thrusting against your throat. Your own hands circling your clit quickly as you chase the same high as Xavier gets closer and closer to the edge. “I-I'm… mmm close, haaa… so close, I'm gonna-” he couldn't even finish his sentence as he came, shooting ropes after ropes of hot cum into your mouth, leaking out the corners of your mouth.

You took a few seconds to swallow everything you had in your mouth, your fingers catching the cum that rolled down your chin as you pushed it back into your mouth. Xavier was so turned on that he crashed his lips onto yours sticking his tongue to meet yours as the two of you swished the remaining cum in your mouth. A string of saliva connected both your lips as you pulled away, looking down to see his cock, standing strong, throbbing and waiting for your touch. You were shocked at how fast he recovers, it always amazes you how he is always so ready for more.

He pulled you up and had you laying your head on the arm rest, “Time to please you girl down here.” his hands reaching to take your panties off, which was already soaked. He ran his middle finger from your entrance to your clit, pinching it and pressing his thumb on it as he rubs circles. He wanted to get you ready but it seems you would be able to take him with ease with how wet you were.

He pulls one of your legs up as he plops it over his shoulder as your other leg hangs off the couch. He lines himself up and pushes his way inside of you. “...aahhhhahHHH!!!” You moaned out as he bottoms you, your mouth gaping wide with your head thrown back, your neck was fully on display, skin so soft and vulnerable, he leans in and starts kissing you sloppily. Xavier was fighting his inner demons, wanting to mark you all over, but knowing you had to go to Rafayels' ‘birthday party', he did his best to refrain himself.

You felt that he was distracted so you tried getting his attention back, “Xavier, please, give mmghn give me more…” you stare your big doe eyes into his. How could he possibly refuse? His hips started thrusting, first at a slow pace and he started picking up. “Harder, Xavier!! Harder!” And he pounds you, as hard and deep as he can. “Yes!! Ahhhn nngh ahh! Yah! Yah! Yah!!” You were so cockdrunk you couldn't even form sentences anymore. “MMM, babe, haaa… y-you are gonna Hmm make me cum again” Xavier also pussy drunk as he keeps thrusting hard as per your request. He didn't want to cum yet, since your pussy felt so heavenly, but the way you were squeezing him made it hard for him not to, he could feel you tightening as your orgasm quickly approached and he was also at the edge. “Babe, cum with me, let's cum together.”

He keeps thrusting as you both come together. Your grip on him was so hard he could hardly keep moving. Your pussy milking every last drop of cum out of his cock as he finally pulls out and collapses over you, both in a panting mess.

You could feel Xavier starting to drift off to dreamland, and you asked him to bring you to bed, he slowly gets up and picks you up in a bridal carry and brought you back to the bedroom, placing you down then flopping down right beside you, his arms snakes around your waist and pulls you into his embrace as he falls asleep. You also felt tired and sleepy and ended up falling asleep shortly after.

Rafayels' birthday is finally here, you woke up early and sent Xavier off to work before packing your things and heading out to the hotel where the exhibition is being held. You had what you ordered online inside a bag and carried the box with the dress Rafayel got you. There was a card key for a hotel suite that Rafayel was staying in; you plan on dropping the things off there and getting changed.

You saw Thomas in the lobby. It was still quite early and he was double checking the final details, he finally spotted you and walked over. “Rafayel is still up in his room, do you mind helping me fetch him?” Thomas asks you, knowing he could completely trust you to get him ready. “Sure, he already gave me the key. I'll see you shortly.” You headed towards the elevator and went up to the penthouse suite. You opened the door of the suite and it was beautiful, you've never been to places like this so everything looks amazing, the view of Linkon City was breathtaking. You quickly put your bag away and put down the box with the dress as you walked over to the king size bed, with Rafayel sleeping soundly in the middle.

You were thinking what would be the best way to wake him up, you were crawling onto the bed, leaning in closer as you see his face turning beet red, “When did you get up?” You questioned him, “Oh come on! Why can't you just pretend I was still sleeping and just kiss me al-” you leaned in for a kiss, cutting off his sentence. His face was so red even his ears are red now. “Happy birthday Rafayel.” You cupped his cheeks as you stared right into his beautiful blue-pink eyes. “Thank you, my love.” He leans in for another kiss.

“Thomas told me to come wake you, but it seems you've been up for a while.” You said. “I was waiting for you. I knew you would come find me first.” Rafayel smirks, “Thank you for the dress, it's beautiful.” You thanked him. “What were you planning for the make up?” You froze in spot, that was something you forgot to plan, last time Tara did your make up since you weren't used to putting it on. “Don't worry, there is a dressing room downstairs for me and I brought things here for you. I even hired a makeup artist in case you forgot. Thoughtful, aren't I?” Rafayel smirks confidently. “You're the best!” Rafayel looks away blushing.

“I guess I should get changed and head down before Thomas comes up here…” he sighs as he walks over to his white suit, it looks extravagant, the gold trimmings shine as bright as the sun. “Are you going to keep gawking or help me?” Rafayel playfully teased. You helped him remove the shirt he had on and put the dress shirt on, buttoning it up. His ears turn pink when you reach down to his pants, and you know he will become instantly hard if you touch him. “You better do that part by yourself.” You said as you turned away grabbing the box with your dress. “Tsk, fine…” he pouts and you could hear the disappointment in his tone. He finally got himself changed and was walking towards the door. “I can't wait to see you in that dress.” He blows you a kiss and leaves for the exhibit.

You opened the box again, taking out the long silky white dress. It also has gold trimmings, perfectly matching what Rafayel is wearing. You removed your clothes and slipped the dress on, perfect fit just like the lingerie he picked out. The dress has a big open back and the fabric was skin tight, showing off all your curves. There was also a mask in the box, just in case you didn't want to end up on the front covers of some flashy magazine or newspaper. He wasn't sure how open you wanted your relationship to be, and you secretly thanked him for planning ahead.

You got your heels on, grabbed the mask and headed downstairs to the dressing room Rafayel mentioned. You didn't have your makeup on yet but people who were passing by would stop and stare at how beautiful you are. There was already someone waiting for you in the dressing room, “you must be miss Y/N! I’m Kaya and I was hired to help with your makeup and hair!” Kaya looks full of energy and super excited. “Your skin is beautiful! You must take great care of it, and your hair is so soft and silky, I just can't wait!”

She sat you down and started with your hair. She suggested tying it up, so you could show off the golden ribbon that was around your neck and your back. You told her to go with her judgment and she braided your hair and put the rest in a bun. There were 2 stray strands that slightly covered your ears and you thought it looked really nice staring at the mirror. It took her no time to apply makeup on you, you choose a reddish gold for the eye shadow and the same color lipstick. She applied a small amount of glitter on your shoulders and back. You thought you looked great, and Kaya thought the same, happy with her masterpiece. “You're all ready to go! I will be around until the event is over, give me a call if you need anything!” She quickly hands over her name card with her contact information. “Now go and enjoy yourself!” You thanked her and put the mask on and walked outside.

People had started to gather, this was an invitation only event but the staff are aware of you and let you through with no issue. You started walking around and saw others in masks as well, not everyone but there were some who wish to keep their identity hidden. You see Rafayel, at the center of attention, everyone trying to get close to him and wish him a happy birthday. His eyes find you right away, and you see him smiling and ears turning pink, there are still too many people around him for you to approach. You decided to go around and admire the paintings while he entertained his guests.

You were near the entrance when you heard some commission, you headed there and saw a guy, bagged to be let inside, stating he is one of Rafayel's biggest fans and just wanted to see the paintings up close since he was an art student. “Please, please, please!!! I just want to look, I won't bother anyone!! I didn't know where I could get an invitation, but please!!!” The man begs, looking like he was about to cry. “It should be ok if we just take his personal information down and hold his ID until he leaves?” You question the staff. “But!!” The staff was concerned, it was above his pay grade to make the decision. “I’ll even personally walk him around and bring him back.” You offered. The staff sighs and writes down the man's information before taking his ID, letting him inside as you walk him around the exhibit.

“Oh my god, I can't thank you enough!!” The man excitedly says, “thank you sooooo much for helping me, I've been dying to see Mr. Rafayels' artwork up close for god knows how long. My name is Felix by the way.” “You're welcome, I thought Rafayel wouldn't mind if you just want to see the paintings.” you smile sweetly at Felix. Felix sees Rafayel but doesn't dare approach him, just being in the same room was enough. Rafayel see you at the corner of his eyes and saw you accompanying someone he doesn't know, he has to keep his focus on the guests who are talking to him but can't help to feel a hint of bitterness in his mouth.

You walked around with Felix and he saw everything he didn't want to waste anymore of your time so he headed back to the entrance, he wholeheartedly thanked you again before grabbing his ID and leaving. You started heading back to where you last saw Rafayel, there were so many people around and someone bumped into you, making you lose balance and a tall stranger caught you, you smiled and thanked him and saw he also had a mask on. Rafayel sees all this and is starting to get impatient, he excuses himself and walks towards you, quickly placing his arm around your waist and pulls you away from the stranger as he sneaks away to the dressing room with you.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, angrily walking towards you, backing you onto the couch in the room and cages you in with his arms and leg. “Who the hell was that?” He angrily asks. “??? I don’t know? He just helped me while I stumbled.” You were confused. “Not him! The other guy! The one who you were walking around with!!” Rafayel puffs. “Oh, you mean Felix. He's actually a big fan of yours and wanted to see your artwork. He didn't have an invite so I walked with him to make sure he didn't cause any trouble.” you tried explaining yourself, you can see he was still upset.

You took your mask off and looked up at him, his heart skipped a beat from how beautiful you look without the mask being in the way. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, making him flustered and moans softly. You secretly thank Kaya for using smudge proof makeup. He finally pulls away, grabbing your wrists and wanting you to stand up so he could see you fully with the dress. You and him swapped places, he is now sitting on the couch and you standing in front of him.

He admires you for a few minutes before placing his arms on your waist, pulling you in to stand between his spread open legs. His hand travels down to your hips, he had a questioning look in his eyes as his ears started turning pink again. His hand slides inside your dress from the split at your thighs as he runs them up again, his eyes widened and shot up to your face when he noticed you didn't wear any panties. His face is now fully red, “How could you walk around like this?” His cock is throbbing hard inside the restraints of his pants. “What if others see??? You belong to me!”

You giggled at him, bending your body forward to kiss him again, this time he's panting heavily, a total mess. “How are you supposed to go greet your guests with the tent in your pants?” You placed your hand on his crotch and he jolted. “Hey! This is all your fault, you know.” He starts making his pouting face, looking so adorable and makes you want to just tease him more. “Then I guess I better fix it. Which do you prefer?” you pointed at your lips, and Rafayel bites his own lips. Your other hand travels down to your side where the split of the dress is as you pull it aside, letting him see your dripping core.

His hand travels between your legs and gathers up the wetness with his index and middle finger. “You are so wet already? My love?” You let out a quiet moan as his fingers flicked against your clit. “So? What's it going to be?” you ask again. “Of course I'm going with her! She's literally drooling for my cock.” Rafayels' hands rushing to his buckle as he impatiently pulls down his pants and boxers as it sits around his ankles. He quickly pulls you over and you hand your knees on the couch and him between your legs. One of you hands still holding onto the dress as the other clutching the back of the couch. His hands are on your hips, starting to pull you down towards his throbbing heat.

You lowered yourself and your entrance kissed his burning tip, making both of you moan. Rafayel couldn't hold it anymore, he kept pulling you down towards him and you stopped fighting against him, slamming down all the way to his base in one quick move. Both your heads flung back by the intense pleasure. “Shit!! Hhahh, it feels… so, so good.” Rafayel huffs and mumbles. “Yea…ahhhn” you agreed. His grip on your hips tightens and starts pushing you up only to slam you down again. You let him control the rhythm, he was gritting his teeth and you tried to be as quiet as possible, not knowing who would be outside the door.

Rafayel kept pumping into you, thrusting upwards towards your core. You were both so very close to your release, his speed picking up and you started squeezing him a little tighter. “I'm cumming Raf!” You kept whining. “Me too, my love!” ‘Knock knock knock!! Rafayel, are you in there??’ Thomas was looking for the 2 of you. Rafayel and you both came from the shock of someone knocking and possibly getting caught. “Yea!! I’ll be out in a minute!!” he shouts at Thomas.

You get up and his cum starts dripping out of you, he wishes he could take his time to capture the image in his mind, but right now he needs to quickly clean up and get back to the event. He reached for a box of Kleenex and started wiping you down first, gathering your accumulated cum into the tissue before throwing it in the bin. You helped wipe him down and both of you smooths out your attire, puts the mask back on and heads back into the crowd.

Rafayel keeps you beside him even once you are back out at the venue, his arm not leaving your hips, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Thomas finally finds the 2 of you, “Rafayel!!” He said with a hint of urgentness to his voice. “I received an offer to buy out every single painting here, the amount is very tempting.” “They can buy them except for the one, I want to keep that piece to myself.” He gestures to the one in the center of the room, the one with the pink inspired by you and his blood. “Well, that's the thing. The buyer insists that THAT is to be included. And he would pay double, if not, triple the amount for it.” Thomas sighs, knowing Rafayel will not change his mind, he looks to you for help convincing Rafayel.

Thomas's puppy eyes were getting to you, you pulled Rafayel closer to you and you whispered in his ear. “If you sell it, we can always do it again to give you inspiration for a better piece.” “Sold.” Rafayel instantly agreed with a serious look on his face. Thomas was curious what you told Rafayel for him to change his mind so quickly but he didn't question it, knowing they made bank just now from selling everything. “Who's the buyer anyways?” Rafayel was also curious who insisted on buying that painting. “I don't have their full name but they go by S.” Thomas answered as he walked away to confirm the sale. The both of you watched as he walked back towards the tall figure who caught you when you stumbled earlier.

“Are you hungry? Let's go grab something to eat.” Rafayel walks you over to the hors d’oeuvre table. Your eyes start shining as you see all the different types of food they have. The 2 of you ate some as Rafayel continued to entertain his guests with you right next to him, feeling proud to have such a beautiful partner beside him. It was getting close to the end of the event, Thomas asked Rafayel to make a quick speech. Rafayel was reluctant but you gave him the push he needed and he walked over to the little stage they had prepared. Staff going around the room to hand out champagne to the guests.

“I would like to thank all of you for taking time to come to the event. Hope all of you enjoyed yourselves like I have.” Rafayels' eyes landed on you as he said the last line. “Thank you for being here and sharing this moment with me.” Rafayel then raised his glass, everyone else in the room also raised their glass to toast, everyone shouting at the same time, “Happy Birthday Rafayel!!!”

The event is finally over, but Rafayels’ birthday was not. You both get back to the hotel suite, Rafayel finally lets out a stretch as he finally gets to relax, you close the door behind you and he is right in front of you, taking the mask off so he could finally see your beautiful face. “Finally some alone time with my darling.” He places his hands on the small of your back and pulls you in. “Don't you want to get out of that suit?” You hinted at him. “You know what? I’ve been wanting to take this off as soon as we got into the dressing room downstairs.” He whispers into your ear, making you flustered. “Well go and take it off, I actually have something to prepare for you.” You shyly looked away. “You're not allowed to peek until I say though.” he nods and walks into the bathroom to undress and give you space.

You went to get your bag and brought it to the bed, quickly taking off your dress and putting on the outfit you bought online. It turned out just the way you would hope, you hid yourself under the covers and called out for Rafayel to come join you.

“Why are you hiding under there, why did you already take off the dress? I wanted to undress you…” Rafayel sighs as he removes the covers, only for his eyes to pop wide open, face turning bright red as he sees you, laying in the middle of the bed, with a goldish pink Lemurian tail. His heart almost stopped, you could see him struggling to keep himself from jumping at you right this second. Your face turns red from his reaction, his bathrobe unable to hide his raging boner as his cock peeks out.

His bathrobe finally slides off of him, landing onto the ground right at the edge of the bed as he quickly crawls towards you, planting heavy, wet kisses to your lips and his hands working quickly to remove the white bikini top you had on, throwing it to the side. His dilated, hungry eyes are eating you up. “You're the most beautiful being I've ever seen. If only your tail was real, I would sweep you away to the ocean, it would just be me and you, forever.”

He starts kissing you again, this time with more heated passion, making you moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth and the 2 muscles dance. His one hand cups one of your breasts, pinching at your hardened nipple as the other slides down to your covered clit. Your hands reached for his hardened length and he twitched at your touch, releasing the hold of your mouth. “Wait, wait, wait, I need to take a picture. Can I take a picture?” Rafayel begs you for permission this time. You said yes and he quickly went to grab his phone, telling you to do different poses. He kept taking pictures but you wanted to do something else. His cock was still rock hard and you decided to reach for him while he was still glued to his phone.

He jolted from your touch and you leaned in closer, body between his legs and his cock in front of your face as he twitched in anticipation. You wrapped your lips around his tip, he moans out loud as he tries to take more pictures of you. You take him deeper into your throat, your hand starts fondling his balls, making him whine and hiccup as his hand lands on your hair, releasing the bun so your hair flows down your body. You look absolutely breathtaking, Rafayel looked like he was about to cry. He pulls your face up, making you let go of his cock. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep going.” He said panting, he wants to cum in your pussy.

He got on all 4, with you beneath him right where he wants you. “Can I take this off yet? It's kind of hard to move around.” You thought he had his fill of pictures. “No, I want you to keep it on while we do it.” His eyes becoming feral, he licks his lips like you were his prey. He rolls the hip area of the tail down enough to expose your pussy but your thighs were in the way, “Turn around and get on your knees for me.” He whispers in your ear, making you gasp. You did as he asked, your pussy drenched as he rubbed his length along your ass.

“It almost looks like you're a real Lemurian, so beautiful…” Rafayel was in a drunken state just from the way you dressed, he lines his length up to your pussy and slowly pushes his way inside. “Nnnnhg!! You're so, fu-fucken tight!! His upper body weight leaning against yours, pinning you down on the bed as he pants heavily at your ear, “This feels mmm so fucken great..haa..MMM!” His words and pants were sending you quickly over the edge, your walls tightening around him and he winced, “You're gonna snap my dick off, so argh!! So tight!” Even with your walls squeezing hard, he still manages to thrusting his way into your deepest parts.

You were both losing your minds from how good it felt, one of his hands reached for your clit and started flicking it with his thumb. You felt overstimulated, you couldn't hold for much longer, “Raf-Rafayel!! Cumming!!” You warned him but he kept thrusting, faster and harder. “Mmnhg!! Ahhhn!!” We're your mast moans as you came all over his cock, he was not finished yet, still thrusting at his unforgiving pace, he had you screaming, you could no longer use your words, just mumbling moans as he chased his climax. “I'm cumming!! Gonna fill you up, make you all pretty with my cum inside your tight pussy.” He comes shortly after, spilling his hot cum inside your twitching walls. “Now you are perfect, my masterpiece.” Rafayel lets out a satisfied smile.

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mrghostrat · 1 year ago

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ok gamers lets Interact

(answering asks) (bc i get self conscious abt spamming the dash)

@goblin-named-sam: oh my goddd that would be SO RAD!!! i would love to see this, you have my full permission! (and same re: reading everything out loud omg i do that too htphfpt)

also my bestie is the same with human AUs so i completely get it, and am so pleased & proud my work can be considered so in character to bypass that worry. i agree that the 6,000 years of pining, as well as their separation from the rest of humanity, is a massively integral part of what makes aziraphale and crowley. but imo their lil everyday interactions are just as important, like their flow of conversation and all the temptation vs resistance.

so as long as human AUs recreate that dynamic in some way, they can be sooo fun to read. and then you unlock a whole new range of stories for when you get tired of the same/similar End Of The World narrative. it's hard to get it right, especially when writing a completely different medium like twitch chats and discord messages, but soooo rewarding when it lands 😭🙏 thank you again.

@froggyliciouz: thank you so much holy shit!!

Anonymous: i live for this. ur sustaining me. every time i open my inbox and look at this message, more of my age lines disappear

Anonymous: thank you for telling me so! 🥹

Anonymous: dying over all the ppl rereading it even when it's just come out!!!! so freaking flattering i can't even describe <3

Anonymous: it's lil messages like these that i worry im gonna be annoying if i publish them all to my dash but they bring me SO MUCH LFIE i love every single one kiss kiss thank you for messaging me 🥺

Anonymous: oh how naive i was to think that all this positive reinforcement wouldn't make me keep writing at such a desperate speed 😂

Anonymous: I SWEAR I REPLIED TO THIS ONE... well i hope the cards turned out well! i am 100% here for dangling my fic like carrot and string to get you through chores and tasks >B) phase 2 of the plan is getting us all on a healthy sleep schedule

Anonymous: all hail the stream worm 🙇🪱🙇 and you can thank all the tasty comments people are leaving (and asks like this!!) for making me doubly feral about getting new updates out. must--please--the worms--

Anonymous: AYYY THERE YOU ARE I'M SO PROUD OF YOU 🎉 thank you so much for comin on back and sharing such lovely thoughts about my work 😭💛

Anonymous: ty for reading!! so many fics have done the students' reaction to their relationship better than i ever could 💛 but i love it when they're in total shock and maybe don't even believe it at first 😂 adam would definitely think crowley is pranking them at first (but it would also be so sweet if they all started being a little more personable with aziraphale — i imagine that after the trip, they already would, since they got to see this fun snarky side of him. but even moreso once they realise he's their favourite teacher's husband)

@quinnie28: thank you soooo muchhh for recommending it!! some of my favourite all time fics were sent to me by my bestie. very honoured to be read by someone who doesn't usually read wips <333

Anonymous: he'll always be our lil meow meow

Anonymous: I'm so happy i could bring you a lil joy 🥹 lots of love to you

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scarubaru · 5 months ago

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I've never read anything by Charles Taylor, but based on this review I have a few disagreements:

He worries about the modern conception of the self—what he has called “the punctual self”—which he takes to be rooted in Enlightenment thought, and about the primacy it accords to autonomy, reason, and individual rights.

Really don't like that. Ok autonomy, reason and individual rights should be secondary to what, exactly?

We once lived in an “enchanted” universe of agreed-upon meaning and common purpose, where we looked at the night sky and felt that each object was shaped with significance by a God-given order. Now we live in the modern world the Enlightenment produced—one of fragmented belief and broken purposes, where no God superintends the cosmos, common agreement on meaning is no longer possible, and all you can do with the moon is measure it.

I'm making a critique of a writer through another writer's critique here, so maybe that's not fair, and maybe Adam Gopnik's reading of Charles Taylor is producing a skewed version of what the man is really about. But the notion that we would be better off by having our individual reasoning of the world subsumed by appeal to a sense of 'enchantment', and that this enchantment is in turn the product of a God-like authority's design strikes me as both terribly regressive and naïve.

Also, not to make this another STEM vs Humanities discourse post, but why is it such a common refrain that understanding the physical world makes it less enchanting? Do the people who make these claims ever bother to study, say, celestial mechanics, and think 'wow, it's pretty amazing that a theoretical framework established over 300 years ago allows to not only predict the motion of the planets, but also to land on the moon?' Like yeah, we can do a bit more with the moon than just measure it. We can go there. I don't know, but I feel there are plenty of scientists and engineers who deeply appreciate art, but not many writers and philosophers who do the same for say, physics or chemistry.

The last fifty pages of “Cosmic Connections” pivot decisively from the intricacies of poetic imagination to the specifics of contemporary American and Canadian (and, secondarily, European) politics—toward the social interspace, so to speak. A long section turns to questions of white supremacy, civil rights, national identity, the rise of Trumpist populism, and so on. A successful self-governing republic, Taylor believes, requires a community of shared purpose and a common space of deliberation. Antagonistic groups must go beyond the narrow aspiration of winning a contest against adversaries and come to one another with a sense of mutual recognition and regard. And the people best able to make this case, in Taylor’s view, “are people who are deeply rooted in their spiritual sources, often religious.”

Yes, we could certainly solve our ideological divides if disparate groups could establish consensus. I am just deeply skeptical that this consensus is attainable through increased religion and spirituality. This feels like an appeal to the notion that religion, and only religion, inevitably establishes social cohesion. I don't think such a notion forms the basis for a liberal society. I don't think it is necessary or wise to have to appeal to divine authority to establish moral norms and regard people you disagree with as people.

Again, I'm writing all this through another writer's view of Taylor, but if this is an accurate view of his ideas, I disagree with those ideas strongly as regards to politics and the natural world.

#philosophy #charles taylor #the new yorker #politics

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gethooked · 10 months ago

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Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

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ennaku-sirri-da · 2 years ago

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i thought this time

this time, I'm gonna make it

why I thought so, I really don't know

maybe something in his eyes just told me so

tell me lies, and i'll come runnin'

[ ID: Traditional fanart of Kamal Bora and Dr. Habit from Smile For Me the game. The style is semi-realistic.

In the artist’s redesign, Habit has a gaunt face with protruding furry cheeks, cotton-stuffed ears, then red fur-ruffles under his makeup-applied eyes, then a thin pencil stache with surrounding hair on the chin and neck. He is balding on one side of the head. On the neck is a visible Adams apple. He has a X-like scar near his mouth, and stitches on his neck, scars on his ball-jointed, wrinkled hands. He has on purple eyeshadow and red claws plus lipstick. All his hair is in shades of rose-pink. Habit wears a fur-like blue coat with rougher yet still soft material for teal sleeves. A rose is kept in a stitched-in chest pocket.

Kamal meanwhile looks mostly the same except for a more aged appearance-- wrinkly face and white streaks in grayish hair. Some acne and sharp stubble, hair on fingers, gaptooth is visible. He sports a single gold earring. His full sleeve shirt is red.

They are colored somewhat roughly with a mixture of colored pencils and sketches. From the front view, Habit has his arms around the other, bending down and touching Kamal's hair. His own hair surrounds the both of them. Kamal rests one hand in the other's, the palm of which is soft, patched cotton. His other hand is held up to one side of his face which bears a weary, pained expression. Eyes closed, tears escape. Habit smiles( he has broken teeth) in a way that's taking strain. He too weeps in much the same way.

BG is a messily painted vivid deep yellow overlaid with many ribbons of red swaying through. Habit and Kamal are below the top of the BG, mostly encircled on the outer lines by encroaching red paint. Lyrics to a mashup of Viva la Vida and Pompeii read, in slightly different fonts and colors( blue pen, black and purple sketches)--

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

I was left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'

Roman cavalry choirs are singing

But if you close your eyes

DOES it almost feel like NOTHING changed at all?

Above the two is a line from Habit- " Trust me, trust me tomorrow is the day. " end ID]

Oh uh talk under the cut!

People, I'll admit, if I haven't before-- and if I have, then I request pardon, because my memory isn't that great-- I worry about posting stuff like this. I worry I'm being too emotional, too attached, too personal, just weird....

But I must be the one to tell my story and share it. Take it or leave it. I'm just another face in this crowd with my own trifles. If you'll listen to my passing songs, all is good and well just the same as when you don't.

Well I guess I can start with how I'm amazed that I've drawn this. This is nearly 10 years of improvement. I'm proud!

And OK, yeah, this was drawn for my birthday. But it has more of a New Years feeling in my head. Something like..." oh my god, we survived ". Something like a beginning but not a wholly new one; the road you have tread so far is still behind you. Strewn with all manners of things. How I think about it. The days were there when I think and think about them and forget to go forward. And sometimes it will all catch up to me and break away the forward path.

It's incredibly painful.

I won't go too much into that but imagine my mind when I heard a soft, sweet acoustic cover of Pompeii by Bastille. It's a song I've previously associated with those bottomless pit-like emotions. So this was like a sign from God himself--not even exaggerating. It felt like a glimpse into when everything could be over.

When Heaven is real, and the angels have said, " Your journey is over, now rest."

But still I am on Earth. The moment is brief and finite, however long. Happiness after pain and then pain to continue.

Here that is. I have painted it for myself.

Words are hard...

It had begun again. You don't mind.

That's what friends are for.

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#my art #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #kamal bora #dr habit #roseverse #s4m au #habismal #personal

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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I've seen Motionless live many times, and I definitely love their vibe. They really put on a show. You would NOT be disappointed at all. I promise you. Heres some song recs if you're interested.

Motionless song recs:

"</c0de>", "Rats", "Eternally Yours" (watch the mv for this, you will not be disappointed), "Headache" , "Sign of Life" , and "Cause of Death". There's so many more, but those a great place to start. I love Chris Motionless. I have a funny story about one Warped Tour which was my first one with my sister and omfg. If you wanna hear it let me know. It's so funny to me now lmfao.

I love Amity but I know they're not for everyone. I know the lead singer, we talked a few times. 🤭But, listen to their song "I Bring The Weather With Me" and "Drag the Lake" . Those are two of my favorites of all time.

BESTIE I LOVE THOSE SHIRTS!!!!! OH MY GOD! I will never NOT be astounded by the shit people can make. I'm so not creative. My sister is a fucking Martha Stewart ass bitch who can make anything. It's so crazy to me the things people can create 😭😭😭 THE GUCCI ONE! YASSSSS GAGA!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

wait ARE YOU EXTROVERTED TOO?!!?! SHUT UP I am always so afraid that I'm "too much" too soon and i'm like GOD I HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. 😭😭😭😭😭 LIKE NOW, I'M LIKE OMFG THIS IS TOO MUCH SHUT UP BITCH. lmfaoooooooooo

dang you really pr-ed motionless in white to me AHAHA ok anyway have a love letter <3

: i like it lyrically, reminds me of in the end by black veil brides because of the melodic progression in the chorus, i like the feel alone part by 3:17 and the lets get this fire started by 3:27. i like the end part too.

Rats: the beginning synths sounds like something i'd do on my digital audio workstation where i make music lol. i like this more than the first one because there are more musical elements. i also like the ending of this one

Eternally Yours: from the intro i immediately i knew i was gonna like this one. the chorus is so emo HAHHAHHHAH love that for them AHHAAHAH. ok i forgot to watch the mv imm a watch it now. immediate thought their drummer is hot T_T RIP at this point i have no idea if i actually find drummers attractive if theyre attractive or if they're drummers (i have a thing for drummers) T_T 3:05 🧍‍♀️ is that the lead guy in the bun??? that must be why his bob is so thin thought he wa going bald T_T HAHA. so they just boutta get freaky in a casket. //: ok. if he doesnt want me in my casket then i dont want him. random addition: i pressed another vid after, angel eyes by new years day ITS COOL AND HOT TOO LOL

Headache: i like this one too because of the .... chromatic scale (it goes up half a note). wAIT I REALLY LIKE THIS. i like this the most i think

Sign of Life: this one is good. ngl the emo pronunciation T_T had i not seen the lyrics i would have sorely misunderstood

Cause of Death: interesting beginning. WE LOVE HALFTIME. i love all the parts that was got faster. also the cinematic part with the violin slay. i like the lyrics too!! i think i like this album too

I Bring The Weather With Me cHURCH BELLS AND RAIN WE LOVE FOLEY omg the intro is that an organ>??? slay i love the scream with the background vocals. i like THIS SONG TOO!!! i like the final ill sleep with the stars then silence. THEN TH ENDING WITH THE BELLLS SLAAAYY

Drag the Lake: i like this one too but in like a .... its a rock song kind of way AHHAHAHAHAH lsafhl'ashfasf i like the part were its soft with piano and atmosphere then it get heavier.

im glad you like my shirts!!!! im really excited to make the other ones. my mom likes them too, which is a great indication cos my mom has high standards and doesnt like a lot of things that i do because it's neophyte or basic. i was surprised that she really liked the gucci one and said she would pay for it cos she doesnt like adam driver 💀💀💀 the slander this man has gotten from my mother T_T she said she didnt like the font of the daemon one and i was like ok and? HAHAH LOL.

im not sure why you used martha stewart as an example, is it because martha's a cook and your sister cooks too, or that martha is an all around entrepreneur and so is your sis, but either way, slay for your sister.

i dont think im extraverted T_T im more of an extraverted introvert, or a learned/forced extrovert. i used to be really quiet but then i would be alone T_T and i dont like being alone, so i kind of forced myself to be more outgoing. also, idk, i think about my place in the world like... nothing really matters so i just do what i want LOL and i mention this because i talked to someone on the train just cuz. thats more on impulse than extraversion methinks.

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Also for WIP Wednesday - I'm working on some original fiction. It's smutty, it's introspective, it's mostly for me, but if you wanna follow along I hope to be posting the first chapter, session #0, soon.

Shoshana seeks out Adam, a grossly attractive sex worker, to help her see herself in a new light. She's never felt helped by conventional therapy, doesn't have friends, and her family couldn't care less about her. Alone in the world, she grasps frantically for any thread to tether herself to, and Adam not only throws her a lifeline, he sets her back on dry land. A story of letting go of societal expectations, mourning the person you thought you should be, and welcoming the person who is.

*this is still pretty rough, please excuse any typos and meandering prose

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Shoshana tasted blood in her mouth.

She had bitten her lip so many times since she sat down she was certain the man sitting across from her could see the color seep between her teeth. Yet still she worried the flesh while her eyes traced the wood grain on the lounge door. It was a cozy room: plush, oversized couch, soft fabrics, low warm lighting. She could easily drift among the warm tones of the room, watching the sunrays track across the walls through the blinds on the window, drawing her into safety from the current moment.

It was too curated, though. Cozy, but obviously designed to be that way, to lure occupants to feel safe. To feel comfortable. To let their guard down. It reminded her of a therapist’s office, complete with ulterior motive. Was Shoshana safe here? Physically, yes. Emotionally, well… that remained to be seen.

“Shoshana?” the man said gently, coaxingly, patiently. He was practically sunk into his oversized loveseat across from her, one ankle propped atop his knee, one arm resting casually across his middle as the other swirled a glass of water.

Her eyes flicked up to him momentarily but she couldn’t bring herself to keep them there. They wandered back to the main door behind him, then tracked to another on her left. Through there must be where they would…

The man, Adam, leaned forward, propping his forearms on his knees and lacing his fingers together, “It’s ok to be nervous,” he said, again in that infuriatingly soft tone. It made her want to relax. It made her want to look at him.

Why was she doing this again?

She took a deep breath and braced herself. She had to make this work.

“I guess I am nervous… Could we go over it again?” She spoke quietly, betraying just how anxious she was. The corduroy fabric of the couch beneath her was starting to feel less soft and inviting, and more stinging and stifling.

“Of course,” Adam said with a mild smile, leaning back into his seat. He was too pretty, which is what made him perfect for this. His demeanor, his infuriating softness, was probably going to kill her.

Adam was the sort of man Shoshana saw in a club and immediately dismissed as out of her league. Men like Adam didn’t look at women like her, didn’t talk to women like her, didn’t really even acknowledge their existence. In her experience, they knew what they looked like, and what those looks could get them. Shoshana didn’t factor into that at all, and never would.

He was tanned, blonde, lean, and had dimples when he smiled. His hair was wavy and a longer cut that gave him the look of a romance novel love interest. He wore casual jeans that fit him as if they were tailored, and a forest green wool sweater. He had glasses perched on top of his head, for reading, which may just be his only flaw. A man like this didn’t talk to women like her, and when they did, they were overbearing. But Adam… Adam spoke to her like he knew everything about her already. Like he saw right through her. Maybe he did – she hoped he did. Otherwise this contract may not work out.

“We’ll meet once a week, but there’s no pressure to keep to the schedule. If you need to cancel or move things up, just contact me and we’ll work it out.”

Shoshana’s attention snapped back to him, her brown eyes meeting his grey as he spoke, trapping her in his lulling cadence.

He brought his glasses back down to his nose briefly as he skimmed through a few notes on the small table beside him, “I’ve got your negative STI screenings here, confirmation of contraceptives, and our signed agreements to keep up both during our time together.” He looked back to her, “And you have copies of these and my own information?”

“Yes,” Shoshana breathed. His negative screenings, their agreements, and all the other necessary but impersonal paperwork.

“Good,” Adam smiled softly at her again, the word sparking a little something in her chest as he said it. “At this stage we should go over boundaries and anything you know you’d like included. Basically a yes/no/maybe list.”

“I…” Shoshana trailed off, her anxious energy growing despite his soothing voice. Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips, the sting from her bites grounding her only fractionally. Her eyes left Adam’s again, falling to the beige carpet where her feet shuffled restlessly. She felt untethered to her body, as if she would float away any second.

Adam leaned forward again, bending down to catch her eye, “Shoshana… May I take your hand?”

She nodded numbly, struggling to bring herself out of this spiral, letting their eye contact entrance her. She felt Adam’s warm, long fingers take hers away from her lap, holding them gently between them as he spoke again, “I know you really want to do this, Shoshana, but you can always change your mind. At any time. Do you want to continue?”

Shoshana nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, “Y-yes.”

“All right, take a deep breath for me.”

Her ribs and abdomen expanded with a shaky inhale. She focused on the movement of her sinews as they moved to accommodate the air, letting it out with control. She could do this, she wanted this. Adam was going to help her in a way no one else could. She just needed to conquer this damned anxiety.

“Good,” Adam praised softly, a small smile gracing his full lips. There was that little spark again – she couldn’t examine that right now, was a little afraid to honestly.

Shoshana opened her eyes, giving Adam eye contact now, noticing that he still held her fingers loosely between them. “S-sorry. Let’s keep going.”

“You never have to apologize for anything that happens here with me, ok? I’m here to help.”

She nodded shyly, “Ok. Um… the list?”

Adam released her fingers and settled into the loveseat again. “Yes,” he said with a short nod, “So to cover the basics, we’ve consented to sex together. I will reaffirm consent each time we begin, and may check in during. By check in, I mean asking in clear words if you want to stop or change anything. As I said before, you can change your mind at any time. I am guiding you, not holding power over you. Does that make sense?”

Her lip screamed at her as she began gnawing on it again, but she kept looking at Adam, determined to take control of her nerves. “Yes, I understand.”

Adam smiled approvingly, “Great. That being said, however, I have my own boundaries and limits. We talked before, but just to be clear, I don’t explore themes of assault or abuse. I have colleages I can put you in touch with if you think that’s something you might want to do later.” Adam took a sip of his water, the crystal refracting the warm light in the room and distracting Shoshana momentarily. She watched his throat work when he swallowed, a flash of guilt flaming her cheeks as she caught herself ogling.

Get it together, Shoshi.

“Now, I’d like to discuss your boundaries.” Adam said as he placed his glass back on the side table, his jeans rustling as he crossed his ankle over his knee.

“Um… similar to yours, for sure.” She said quietly, “U-uh… beyond that… I-I’m not really sure.” Her eyes returned to the carpet, her fingers picking at her nail beds in her renewed intense nervousness.

Adam chuckled very lightly, leaning forward again and taking her fingers, stopping them in their assault on her skin. She looked up, caught by his unsettling gaze. “I’m worried you’re going to bite a hole in your lip, Shoshana. I have many skills, but stiches aren’t one of them.” Adam said, one side of his mouth quirking up.

She immediately released her lip, still tasting a bit of blood, and ducked her head sheepishly.

“It’s ok not to know. We can try things together. I’ll always check in with you about it, and you are free to suggest things to me.” He paused, thinking. “Would seeing the room together help?”

She thought for a moment. It might, she conceded. Seeing the room they would be together in before their first real session might take some of the mystery out of it. Her eyes lifted back to his, and she nodded silently. He smiled at her, nodding in turn, and helped her up from the couch by tugging on her fingers in his hand. He led her to the door on her left, letting go of her hand to open it and step aside.

The room was dark as Shoshana stepped inside, shifting just to the right of the frame to let Adam inside. He flicked the switch behind her, the overhead light coming on to bathe the room in a clinical white light.

“I’ll use lamps and candles when we are in session; it won’t look this stark. I thought seeing it like this might take off some pressure.”

She gave him a little anxious smile over her shoulder in appreciation. It did help, being able to see everything without the suggestive warmth of ambient lighting. The bed was large and simply dressed, practical but comfortable with its many pillows, short poster frame, and simple soft blankets. A picture window let natural light in on the far wall, but it had been expertly frosted to obstruct the view. Heavy curtains with a neutral geometric pattern were ready to close off the room to the outside entirely. There was a skinny table next to the window with a water pitcher and glasses. I didn’t think about needing water, good lord. A dressing table with a mirror sat just to her right, off center enough so that the mirror wouldn’t show what was happening on the bed. Unless you wanted to see, she supposed.

#wip wednesday #original fiction #writing #original characters

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eva-reviews · 3 months ago

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All About Love by Bell Hooks -- A Review

Trigger Warnings: Sexism, misogyny, abandonment, mentions of homophobia, child abuse, spousal abuse, emotional mutilation, gaslighting, death, grieving, racism, mentions of addiction, brief mention of suicidal ideation, body shaming, mental illness.

My Rating

8/10. This was such an introspective book, it made me question and reflect on myself and how I view love, and it made me question society. How the patriarchy is so detrimental to our act of loving, how pessimistic younger generations are towards love, and how toxic love can be when it is not truly love.

Some people feel it is too religious, however; I feel she mentions Christianity in passing, using it as an example. Other than the last chapter, Hooks does not rely on the Bible heavily, even then it is used as a reflection of her own life, and an example of love.

Overview

What is Love? Why are we so affected by love and why does it hurt so much when we experience hardships in love, even when we know it is hurting us? Love is so complex, how do you describe such a multi-faceted idea? Bell Hooks not only describes what love is, but she also teaches us how to change our idea of love, how love has gained such negative ideation due to the patriarchy, and why men have such a bad view of love. Learn how to change your idea of society and relationships in 13, insightful, chapters.

My Thoughts

Although this is my first review of a non-fiction book, it is not my first encounter with Bell Hooks. I have adored her work ever since studying her in my Women and Gender course in University. Each time I read her, I learn something new about myself or society, and I am always intrigued by her insights.

I never thought that I viewed love with such a negative connotation until I read All About Love: New Visions. And let me tell you, I learned a lot about myself, society, how I viewed love and how sexist society's ideas of love really is. One of Hooks’ main points that she was very adamant about getting across, was the definition of love. “To truly love we must learn to mix various ingredients-care, affection, recognition, respect, commitment, and trust, as well as honest and open communication” (pg 5) when love is defined as this, I realize how past partners and family, truly did not love me. To love someone is to wish them to be the best versions of themselves, no matter what. People have a hard time watching others succeed where they could not, this drives people to diminish or even destroy others' accomplishments. This could be a daughter graduating College/University and getting their dream job, and her mother remembers how she struggled in school and had children, so she gave up her dreams. Now she is bitter and belittles her daughter, jealous of her life and achievements. She still loves her daughter, but she has let her hurt cloud her love so it is no longer pure.

Hooks states that childhood is the first place we learn what love is. This is what shapes us into the adults we become, this can be so detrimental because as adults who have normalized abusive tendencies from their own childhoods now teach their children it is ok to gaslight or manipulate people for love. Most young children don't understand love as a complex idea, most think love is the good feeling you get when someone praises you or says something nice to you. Children think, “Dad said he is happy I cleansed my room, that makes me feel good. That must be love” or “Mom is happy when I let others go first, that makes me happy, that must be love”. Many parents praise children for good behaviour, good grades, or putting others before themselves, which are good things, but when this is the only thing that you are praised on, later on as adults, you have conditioned yourself to be a people pleaser, or to expect greatness where it is not possible, or that you are not worthy of love if you put yourself first. This is where we get self-destructive tendencies, university students burning out because they can’t always get 90s, and they run themselves into the ground by “disciplining” themselves if they don't meet their absurd expectations.

By changing our idea of what love looks like, we can allow ourselves compassion, sympathy and understanding. To love ourselves is truly the way to love others, we must heal to be able to nurture another. And to heal we have to accept that we have been hurt by those we love, it does not make you a bad person to think of your childhood as abusive. Although love can not exist in a place where someone is hurting you, this does not mean that they do not care for you and you don't have affection for them. To heal, you have to understand that not everyone is able to love fully and completely. This does not make these people broken, merely hurt. They must confront their own mistakes and past hurts and traumas to be able to love completely and fully. Hurt people hurt people, whether they mean to or not.

Bell Hooks always gets me thinking, and I really appreciate that. This book has been profoundly reflective for me and has changed my view on love and how the patriarchy affects everyone, not just women. Love is truly transformative and not as mystical as people often make it out to be. I have also learned not to accept being treated poorly under the guise of love. I deserve much more and need to respect myself as much as I respect others.

Conclusion

I think this book is important. Even if you are hesitant because you think you know everything about love, find it cheesy or stupid, or feel that love is not important to you because you are single, there is much to learn if you are willing to acknowledge how much you don’t know. What society has taught us about love is so muddled and rooted in misogynistic thought that it will surprise you.

#all about love #all about love: new versions #bell hooks #book review #books #psychology #non fiction #self love #fuck the patriarchy #fight the patriarchy #feminist #dismantle the patriarchy #feminism #the patriarchy effects women to

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the-gift-of-submission · 2 years ago

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Inside a Submissives Soul -

Dear Diary -

The weekend before move in day we spent locally. Time to relax and mooch about whilst we walk around talking about any moving plans and planning for the future. We both want this, need this, we both would like to explore and share life together to it's full potential. Not just as DS couple, although that was our primary baseline in seeing eachother way in the beginning, but as a couple, fully committed, companions, partners, lovers and a DS couple too. It will take some time and that's ok, our connection is a unique and special one. Despite the worries and concerns I've had and still do have from time to time - I just need the occasional reminding reassurance, I am ready for this more than ever. Moving day comes just a few days after the weekend and it is only as stressful as I make it, cleaning and tidying the house, organising the space, moving bits in with him. I am experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions, I just want it to be perfect for him. He is constantly reassuring me, as I am him, we manage to get things sorted to be the best of our ability and everything is else will fall into place bit by bit as we settle in together.

Fast forward to now, we have been living together almost 6 months, which I intend for us us celebrate. Although it seems we have been together longer it is still technically early days. He makes me so incredibly happy, he is my everything, my all. We have done so much in the way of making the house our home, it is only temporary so it will do what it is meant for for the time being, as well as being out and about. We have spent time a great deal of with his parents, they are amazing, alittle time with my family, shopping, dinner out, nights out, time away in Scotland, the East Coast and other various place, a couple of concerts and general time together etc. It has been wonderful. We spend nearly all our time together apart from being at work and sometimes life has other callings upon us, generally we are in eachothers company. He is always doing something if we aren't doing anything inparticular. He cooks, he cleans, he does washing, the DIY, making things from scratch or recycling. He is currently making me a jewellery box, he has spent weeks to months now working on it, I have said, it will be perfect for my collars, it is something special that he has made for me. He is making a chain harness for me to wear, he helps me arrange my outfits, adds to them, assists with getting myself into them, and out obviously. He is so very helpful, so very thoughtful. He tries to spoil me, he does to be fair but I am resistant much of the time to him spending money on me. I understand why he does it, I just struggle with it for many different reasons. All in all he is simply just perfect. My love for him goes much deeper than that though, I must stress this. It is soul deep, something within the connection we have. That something is so very, very uniquely special. So very much.

Our first Christmas together was tough, for me it was just that it was our first and again, I wanted things to be perfect for him. It was much harder for him, so many memories for him, a really tough time of year. I know this will possibly always be the case and that is OK because I will endeavour to be here and support him through it all in any way I can. In any way he will let me. He is difficult to buy for and as much as I'd like to spoil him with gifts it was difficult to as a result of him not wanting or needing much of things. He has said if anything, buy experiences and so I found an experience and he said that would be a good gift - The Rock Orchestra by Candlelight - we really enjoyed it too. I can't wait to buy many more experiences for him and some for us to share. I enjoy all my time with him, I hope he feels the same way, he is often adamant that he enjoys his time with me, that he is happy with me. He spoilt me despite me asking him not to, he got me something very special which I wear alot, a few things actually but this piece tells a story, a pandora bracelet with various charms, the stars, the sun, the moon and things I love - pawprints for my cat companions, a bear for my hometown and a couple of random nerdy space things - the death star, the rebels logo. A couple of charms with stars, he has called me his star on a number of occasions, a charm with the sun, moon and more stars, alittle piece of the universe, our universe. Most of all, charms that say 'I Love You' and 'Love You Most', 'Love You More'. A story of love, the love he has for me, a story of him wanting everything with me, an ongoing story, our story. I will keep this close to my heart and soul forever. He also gave me a silver necklace, I wear this often too. I also have been given many collars for play as well as the one he made me - my first, my last, my comfort, my unique most favourite piece. I can't recall if I mentioned this previously but he also gave me a ring, a belated birthday gift that I wear permanently. It is a collar ring, a thick silver band with an Oring on it. It symbolises the commitment and love of our D/S relationship as well as our relationship as a whole. I love it deeply, just like I do him.

I tried to make his birthday as special as possible, he doesn't like fuss, neither do I but it is important that I do fuss alittle, or should I say, alot! His parents came down for the weekend, we went out for dinner, it was really lovely, I do enjoy spending time with them too. We recently went up to Scotland to spend a couple of nights with them whilst they were having a break up there to celebrate their birthdays and anniversary. I really love it up there, it feels like home. Back to his birthday, I had some Star Trek comms badges made for him and put in a frame by someone who is very talented over in Ireland. We both really like the Star Trek franchise and these were all I could think of at the time, he isn't the easiest to buy for and I wasn't sure what experiences were around at the time. A couple of days before I gave him something special I had custom made in America and shipped here. Within a week of moving in, the van was broken into and mainly tools were stolen and various bits and pieces, most of it was replacable but still upsetting. The worst of what was taken was the safe and in there was his passport and his two sentimental jewellery pieces, the silver engraved heart and the silver necklace with the bound human figurine dangling from her foot. I can't imagine how he must have felt, it was incredibly special for him, I felt heartbroken that it was taken from him and I felt responsible in some for it. I have and keep hunting for it online hoping one day it may show up and I can get it back, it's a long shot but I will always hope. So I went online and contacted a few various jewellery makers about the piece I wanted to have made for him and I found one. This wasn't about cost or about replacing, it was about showing and giving him that sentimental piece of mind again, how special his piece was, still is. What it represents is powerful or at least it is supposed to be. The piece came over, she turned out beautifully, I couldn't wait another 3 days till his birthday, it had been long enough already. She is silver, bound with rope and dangling by her foot, she is the evolutionary version of herself, for him, for his heart and soul. I think he was happy with it, a few tears and smiles. I think I did something good for him, I really hope I did.

Amongst all the good days, we have had some rough days, I'd say we have had arguments - disagreements and I guess you could call them that but not like the classic 'having ago' at eachother. More than anything it is the adjustment and figuring things out, figuring eachother out. The past haunts us from time and time, I just want to make him happy, to make him feel wanted, needed, desired and loved because he really is wanted, needed, desired and loved. It can be difficult to find the balance so it isn't too much and it isn't too little. I'm a needy person and I don't want to ever be overbearing or difficult in any way. If we need to, if we need to address things, he has me sit staddling him on the sofa, laying over eachother, laying side by side on the bed, stood face to face to talk. This is really important, it should be I every relationship but we will make sure we do this in ours. As long as we are as eachothers arms to go through things, we can get through it. The touch of one another grounds us, we are very affectionate towards eachother, there are snuggles, cuddles and kisses, there is always physical contact with eachother. That alone is immensely important for us both.

My mental health has become an issue to the point I have had to take a break from work and I have had to resort to medication. I feel so defeated, I feel like an absolute failure. I said I wouldn't go on medication and I've had to. I have breakdowns - meltdowns over alsorts, my head overloads, spins, my thoughts race and I become overwhelmed. I have panic attacks, moments of complete despair and turmoil, I want to hurt myself, I want the pain to stop and leave me. There have been times he has had to support me through this, sometimes gently, sometimes harshly, regardless, he is here, supporting me. He often tells me he is has his big hairy chest for me to cry on, that's what it was made for. My doctor says I've had some huge changes to my life and even though I have physically implemented them, the mental and emotional parts of me haven't caught up yet and I have taken on more than I realise, I have put more pressure on myself than I first thought. I lost all motivation, I don't want to do anything, I am tired all the time, teary, angry at myself, I feel like I'm always cranky and mean towards him, I hate my body and the way I feel. I am just a mess all the damn time. I think the medication has taken effect in some way but I now may have to up the dosage, I really don't want to, I just want to snap myself out of this. I started in the past couple of months, getting back to exercise 5 days a week, pole practice and pilates mainly, sometimes additionally using the rowing machine and trying to get 5k-10k steps per day. I feel better for doing it, I really need to keep at it, I am working hard to keep going. I am working hard to get better. I am slowly getting back into work, hoping it lasts, we will see I guess. He is ways supporting me, constantly giving me praise, compliments and encouragement. He does his upmost to take care of me. He helps me with so much, from things in general even when I don't ask for it or feel I can't, if a break and need to be kept safe he will hold his close to him for ask long as it takes or times before I reach crisis point and I'm overloaded and just need to move away from everything, he guides me. He supports me unconditionally. I just need to believe I am attractive, that I am enough, that I am worthy. I believe in him, I just need to believe it in all, as in life, for him and most of all, for myself.

He is back working after taking a break for a few months and seems happier in himself now he is, however not so much who he is working for and how the operate. He will find what he needs and wants in the near future, I know he will, he is excellent in what he does, he has a brilliant mind and shows such dedication. I know it was bothering him not being able to 'provide', that's not something I allow but it is something he will do anyway whether I like it or not. I like to contribute, pay my way, provide and be independent as well. He knows this and we work together in respecting eachothers feelings on this, we still have a lot to learn from eachother, respect and support in this area. We know we can both have whatever of our own but make our best efforts to share everything we can. He is often having to reassure me and remind me it is 'us', not him and I, we are a couple, partners, lovers, we are a team, we are building a future together. He often tells me I need to talk to him about everything, all of it. I try, I don't know how I'm supposed to talk about what goes on in my head, I don't want to cause problems because I can't think straight and/or rationalise things from one day to the next. I say everything in my head, full blown conversations but I think the worst and in the end in freeze up and can't find the words because I'm terrified I may say something wrong. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt him. I've said and done too much previously when everything was turned upside down, inside out and I thought I had lost him forever when after all this time we had finally met and the chemstry, the connection, the bond was instantaneous. The smallest of things, one tiny thought can explode, sending my head into a spin and I spiral down into alsorts of a mess. I am working hard to become a better version of me, I'm still not 100% sure what and who I I supposed to be, to become. All I know is I just want to be better. The things that I talk about here is but a fraction of everything, there is so much I could talk about, this is as alround of everything as I can get in a manner of speaking. And as much as I talk about the negative, there is so much positive. We both say, "Even when I'm not ok, you make me ok, I am OK when I am with you". It is so very true. The positive is a dream come true, the way we talk, the way we laugh, smile, even cry. The way we spend time together, whether that's cooking, shopping or whatever else in general. The way we snuggle, hug and kiss, the way we are emotionally intimate and physically intimate. He sets my insides alight, the burn is scoldingly hot, the shine is blindly bright, he makes my soul dance. I can feel my body pulsating and continously yearning for him even when he is right there. His presence makes me weak at the knees, he doesn't even have to touch me for my insides to tingle, then just one look, just one breath of his upon my skin and my soul is on fire, it radiates through every single atom and fiber of my being. He touches every part of me without touching me, the very core of me belongs to him, all of me is his. He says to me often, when I am in his arms, "Mine". I respond, "Yours". He will then pause for a moment and say "Yours", I respond, "Mine". He tells me often, "You are my reason", I respond, "As you are mine". The way he is with me, the way he is as an individual, all of him makes me see life, feel life in a way I have never seen and felt it all before. I am happy, happiest with him, so very much so.

The hardest part of all this I feel is me, the mess that I am. Over a year ago, we met after 10 years of messaging on and off and it came the time for me to finally explore B.D.S.M, I had suppressed in myself for so long, it has been long enough. We started exploring, my journey began with him only to suddenly stop. He saved my life only for me to feel like it was ending all over again. Despite the anger, hurt and pain, I said and did awful things, I wanted him back but more than anything I wanted to support him through the god awful time he was going through. He is still recovering and will for sometime, maybe forever and I will stand by his side in every capacity I am able for as long as he will allow me to. Not only did he come back to guide me through on my exploration of B.D.S.M. He came back to me, to be with me permanently, to travel on a journey we will now share together for the rest of our lives. The one I trust, the one I love, the one I want and will give my submission to. I am his, he is mine, we belong to one another. We are not a him and I, we are a 'we', we are us. He is incredible, he is wonderfully amazing, he is my all. Everything I wanted, I needed, I desired with him is right here infront of me, it's happening, we are doing this. So why am I such a mess? Why am I so unbalanced? The past doesn't matter, the future doesn't matter, I have to live in the present. As always, it is small steps and one step at a time... He is my partner, my Mr, my lover, my Sir... He is my always and forever... He is my happy ever after... Finally, it is our time... Now is our time...

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0ciestiel0 · 10 months ago

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Ok. I have many Alastor thoughts. Outside ship related things. So I figure I can share my Alastor theories here as well. Alastor is my favorite character and I love so much about him.

Starting with his leash. I still think it’s Lilith who controls him. Perhaps being the mother of demons she helped him rise to power, he took out a lot of problem overloads and Lilith wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty. Alastor rose to power quicker than any mortal soul had before or should have been able to. He likely had a little help. I’m not sure what else Alastor would even take a deal for if not quick claim to power. He’s ambitious after all.

Along with that there’s two options for why Alastor suddenly shows up to help Charlie right after she fails her tv interview and calls Lilith in the original pilot.

Option one: Lilith sent him there to look after her. That would explain his willingness to help and make sure Charlie succeeds. Despite him not thinking it will work and all his other irritations. And he figured perhaps Charlie may also be his freedom as he did Lilith’s biding.

Option two: When Lilith disappeared he spent the last seven years looking for a way out of his deal with her. And when he saw Charlie flopping and failing he saw his loophole. If he can make a deal with her he can have her get Lilith to let him out of his deal. Plus, he had time with Lilith out of hell to get Charlie to agree to a deal. This is the option I’m more partial to at the moment.

I don’t believe he cares for anyone. Any care or friendships he has is a facade. They are a means to an end. He knows he needs to have people in his corner so he knows how to charm them or intimidate them. To me he is much like Hannibal from NBC’s Hannibal. A complex psychopath cannibal who sees everyone as beneath him and as food, a pawn, or both. In his solo part of the end song in the season one finale I saw him not calling himself an altruist but that’s how he would have been perceived. Not who he actually is. But of course he must disappoint as that’s not what happened. Everything he does is a calculated play to garner himself more power, have a little murderous fun, and lead to his freedom.

Like I said in my other post I think he could only ever care about someone if he saw them as an equal. And really only Lucifer has that potential. And also mentioned in that post, these things about Alastor, the complex psychopath things, land him in demisexual territory. He needs to see someone as his equal before he could ever find a romantic/sexual desire or connection. But I think it’s a possibility, the percentage is low but not zero. And from what we’ve seen only Lucifer has that potential. I’d say maybe Lilith but if she holds his leash he could never get past that I don’t think. Someone who had control over him would probably end up on his dinner plate to be fair.

However, I’m not sure the show will ever go the Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham route for them. Lucifer also irritates Alastor to no end I think because he has what Alastor wants. Power and freedom. And Lucifer wastes it. He also has no fear. No fear of Lucifer, or Adam for that matter. Though if his leash limits his power taking on Adam was not his smartest move. But the confidence he had says to me he could kill an angel without an angel weapon. I mean of course it wasn’t his smartest move as he lost. But the potential if his wings weren’t clipped is there. Which loved seeing him be super pissed in the finale when he gets back to his radio tower. He lost, he blames his lack of freedom, and he’s now like 100x more motivated to get out of his deal. And I love that for him. I am so curious to what he would do without his leash. Without limits. How evil, how creative, could he be.

How connected is his cane/microphone to his powers? A question I’ve been pondering. When Adam broke it, it did change his voice back to normal briefly. But he was still able to get away and at least use his shadowy teleportation without it. But I do wonder it’s importance. Is it a focus? Does it hold some of his power? Or is it just for show but really really strong? Like not the key to his power but made by his power, and that’s why he was shocked when Adam broke it? So shocked his radio voice slipped?

Also. Saw an image going around and I have. Thoughts. When he’s making the deal with Charlie we see these stitches all over him. His face shoulder. Also in his part of the song where he’s singing I’ll make you wish I stayed gone he has more stitches in his back/neck. Is that from when he died as a human? And I wonder if the stitches are a way to make sure he always has the smile. Like he told Charlie the smile is way to keep control by not letting anyone know what’s under it. And if he died in a way that damaged his face/body this could make sense that he would stitch his face up in a way that’s basically a permanent mask. Does it hold in a bigger deer demon form? The thing his shadow is constantly portraying? Did he have to stitch that body together when he made his own deal? To contain the bigger form? I have many questions why he has so many stitches all over his body.

It’s funny to me in the rebuilt hotel that Alastor and Lucifer has towers on completely opposite ends. Just amusing.

Also amusing. To me. As a NBC Hannibal fan, both Alastor and Hannibal are connected with deer imagery. It just is an added hey he really has a lot in common with Hannibal thing.

Also also amusing is anytime Alastor swears. It’s timed so perfectly. Also this man NEEDS a whole ass song for himself.

Might add updates if I forgot something.

Hazbin Hotel has given me a new ship. Ok hear me out. RadioApple or Alastor/Lucifer. If you bear with me I think I can even make this work within a canon context. Alastor in ep 7 was told he’s an ace in the hole (tho he had no idea what she meant) but Rosie which is the audience clue to him being asexual but that’s also a spectrum.

I think Alastor lacks interest in sex and love and relationships because he is a complex psychopath. He very much gives me Hannibal Lecter vibes. In particular NBC’s Hannibal Lecter. He sees everyone as beneath him. Pawns, food, or both. How could he ever feel something for others when he has no equal. People are just means to an end for him. A tool to aid him in gaining more power. He understands putting up a facade. But underneath is something much more sinister.

Now. Lucifer. Lucifer has the potential to be his equal in Alastor’s eyes. Lucifer has the power that Alastor wants. The freedom Alastor wants. That’s also why I think he provokes Lucifer so much as well, because Lucifer has all those things but he’s wasting it in Alastor’s eyes. But we (not Alastor unfortunately) see in episode 8 just how powerful Lucifer can be. If that was the Lucifer Alastor saw I think he could see him as an equal. Or it could lead to that path. Give it another season maybe.

And like Hannibal with Will develop feelings for Lucifer. Well as much as a complex psychopath cannibal turned demon could anyway. If all we have in canon is an offhand comment by a friend of Alastor, I think it’s fair to theorize he could be demisexual. And if he found someone who he could see as his equal, much like Hannibal did, he could have a kind of romantic (loving to the best of his ability) and possibly even sexual relationship.

(Tho it’s fiction, if people wanna still ship him with people and draw fanart, write fanfic, have all the headcanons, regardless of canon I think that’s totally fine as that’s what people do with fictional characters. Most ships I see don’t follow canon anyway. And the canon will always be there.)

I really love these two as a ship. Such enemies to lovers vibes. And the way they provoke each other is gold. I love that Alastor the only one who wasn’t Adam to have no fear or admiration of Lucifer. Also because he’s a cannibal I’m very amused by how much RadioApple shippers have decided Alastor bites.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #Hazbin hotel theories #hazbin hotel theory #alastor the radio demon #alastor theory #Alastor character analysis

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years ago

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Where was he?

Jaune opens the door to his house and walks in, he takes off his jacket and puts it on a coat rack, then closes and locks the door, then proceeds to the kitchen.

Only for a light to come on as he passes the living room, Jaune turning his head to see Pyrrha sitting in his loveseat, her hand on a chain connecting to the lamp.

“Where were you, Jaune?”

Jaune scrunches his face in worry. “How long have you been waiting there?”

“Don’t try to sweet talk you’re way out of the question.” Pyrrha says coldly.

Jaune’s brow raises. “Alright, not that I was?” He shakes his head.

“I was just getting in some practice before I came home.”

“So, you weren’t out being mentored by someone else were you?”

“No, Pyr you’re the only sensei I need.”

Another light comes on, Yang sitting on a ottoman, with her hair slightly iridescent in weak flames. “So you weren’t out drinking then?

Jaune stares for a moment. “Why are you in my house?”

“Don’t try and sweet talk me, lover boy.”

“What?” He pushes his hair out from his eyes. “No, you know I would never drink without you, Yang.”

Two lamps comes on, Ruby sitting with Weiss on his recliner, their small size almost filling his comfy chair.

‘How many lamps do I own?’ He stares at the one in Ruby’s hand. ‘That’s a flashlight.’

“So, then weren’t playing video games with any other best buddies?” Ruby said

Weiss frowned at him. “Or reviewing your financial plan for the month, with any polymaths?”

“Ok, this is starting to get weird.”

“Don’t try and sweet talk us,” Ruby said.

“Your sweet lies fall on deaf ears,” Weiss followed.

‘This has to be staged.’ Jaune thought with a grimace. ‘I must have forgot something, I hope it wasn’t a birthday.’

Jaune sighed. “No, Ruby you’re the only best buddy I can play games with, and Weiss, shut up. I don’t ask you to do my taxes, but here you are anyway.”

Another light comes on, this time from the top of the stairs and Blake comes walking out from a steaming bathroom. “What do you have to say to me?”

Blake shrugged. “My hot water heater is bust, so I’m just borrowing yours.”

Jaune nods. “Alright fine.”

Then Blake switches on the lights up stairs. “Don’t try your poet tongue on me human, were you hanging out with any other token faunus?”

“Blake, I’m friends with Sun, Illia, Adam, your parents, Fiona, and acquaintances with several others, I have no brain sane clue what your talking about.” Jaune says tiredly.

“Oh... Who else are you editing for then!” Blake accuses.

Jaune looks at her blankly. “Nobody, I don’t have the time.”

The lights in his kitchen come on, Nora sitting on the countertop. “Oh, don’t try and seduce me with your lustwords, Mr. Arc, you weren’t weight lifting with anybody else, were you?”

Jaunes eye starts to twitch. “We just got done with a workout fifteen minutes ago!”

The refrigerator open, revealing Ren. “Then you weren’t hanging out with any other sworn brothers then?”

“No, I fucking swear!” He then turns to look his friends in the eyes. “Why are you all so insecure?! You make me look tied up and strapped down in comparison!”

They all look awkwardly around.

“Besides, all I did was go lead another team, and hang out with another all girl team for an afternoon.” Jaune says plainly before opening up some yogurt.

Shocked gasp and wails open in Jaune’s living room.

“You traitorous bastard!” Nora wails.

“You were supposed to be our leader, Jaune!” Pyrrha screams.

Tears go down Ren’s face. “You son of bastard, how dare you!”

While team RWBY was similarly betrayed.

Jaune sighs. “Am I not allowed to work with another people that aren’t you guys are team RWBY?”

“NO!” Was the overwhelming answers.

“Maybe you guys should calm down?” Jaune says taking a bite of yogurt.

“Jaune, I thinks it for the best, you leave for now.” Blakes says comforting Ren.

“This is my house, I bought the land, the resources, and built it myself, so no I don’t think I will.”

“Then, I think you should sleep on the couch, while we take the master bedroom.” Weiss says.

Jaune takes another bite. “No,”

“Then you should sleep in the guest bedroom, while we-” Yang begins.

“Alright, cut to the chase, we are you all here?” Jaune says bluntly.

Ruby fidgets in her seat. “We might, or might not have blown up our penthouse.”

Jaune nods, then stares at his despirng team. “Why are you three here?”

“Because, we heard rumors you were training with another team.” Pyrrha says patting Nora on the back, while she pats Rens.

“And I was, I am not an exclusive member of team JNPR, I will team up with anybody during the required situation, because I am a Huntsman. Just because you three try to force that fact away, does it make it any less true.”

“We team with team RWBY.” Nora said weakly.

“That doesn’t count, we might as well be one big team on a good day.” His teams heads went down.

And Jaune felt a little bad, despite them likely stealing and making copys of his keys.

“Alright, guys don’t be down, even I might train or go on the occasional miss on with other people, doesn’t mean team JNPR isn’t number one in my heart.” Jaune said with a smile.

“You mean it?” Ren asked.

“Oh, 100%.” Jaune said simply. “Anyway, I’m going to take a shower, uh, feel free to stay the night or week or year, or whatever.”

Then Jaune walked up stairs.

Silence filled the room.

Till Blakes ears started moving. “Anybody want to go watch him shower?”

“Yes,” Was the overwhelming answer.

#Jaune Arc #Ruby Rose #Pyrrha Nikos #Weiss Schnee #Nora Valkyrie #Yang Xiao Long #Lie Ren #Blake Belladona

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1kook · 4 years ago

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right place, wrong time

— a someway, somehow jungkook drabble summary Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. warnings angst, heart ache, its actually kinda sad :/ lmfao, jk is a little... uh... como se dice.... jerk without realizing it.... justice for oc.... also there’s a scene where oc throws up so !! rating m wc 1.5k

notes THIS TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS BEFORE SWSH ITSELF ! OK ! enjoy <3 i wanted to try writing angst again <3 also i have no self control i said i would post this in 7 hrs yet here i am. and its not proofread <_<

When you were kids, the fact Jungkook’s birthday fell early on into the school year was a huge deal; everyone in your class was invited, both new and returning students, and the event itself was practically the opening scene to the school year itself. As you got older and he began to move away from colorfully decorated parties, his early birthday still earned him a lot of attention, had everyone at your high school congratulating him from the moment the first bell rang until the last. There weren’t any grand birthday bashes during high school, but the Jeons were a loving family, party or no party, and always got him a cake to celebrate each new year.

Up until you left for college, you had never missed Jungkook blowing out the candles for his birthday. Be it a backyard party bustling with kids or a smaller affair at his favorite restaurant, you had always been invited, always cheered for him with each new year of life he welcomed.

As a kid, you had always been adamant on getting the spot closest to him as you sang happy birthday, beaming at your best friend like he was your entire world. His childhood photo albums had been proof of that, filled with a chronological sequencing of every birthday he’s had with you at his side, your smiles changing with the times— from missing teeth to full of braces, you had always been at Jungkook’s side.

As a young-adult, you had to bite down your pride and watch Sojin fulfill that spot.

You had missed his last two birthdays since entering college. Your first year away from home, everyone you knew warned you about not going home too early into the year, something about how it would solidify your homesickness and you’d never be able to assimilate afterwards. So you had congratulated Jungkook from Taehyung’s phone screen, greatly appreciating the way Taehyung angled the phone away from Sojin as best he could. Then your second year, you had been drowning in that first wave of projects and essays, and simply couldn’t squeeze a five hour drive there and back into your schedule. Jungkook understood; there was no party this year, just a simple family dinner. The video call ended soon after you congratulated him, his attention drawn away by the voice of another woman you knew all too well.

For his twenty-first birthday, Jungkook was adamant that you attend. He had told you about it before you had left for the new semester, bent over by the front wheels of your car, making sure everything was in tip-top shape before you went off again. His t-shirt was drenched in sweat, trails running down his hairline, over the prominent veins of his neck.“I want you there,” Jungkook had said, taking your offered hand as he stood back up. He must have miscalculated— or maybe it was on purpose —his step, because when he stepped forward, he was all too close. He didn’t let go of your hand. “Please?”

Your eyes flickered over his chest, to his neck. He smelled like home, or at least the image of it you had created in your mind during your last two years away. Home was lavender fabric softener billowing over you in waves, the faint traces of this morning’s cologne, the subtle scent of his metallic work tools. It was his chocolate curls tickling his eyebrows, his easygoing smile, the way he pulled you closer, made the scents wash over you all over again.

It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook and his warm touch. It was Jungkook and his softened gaze. Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. It wasn’t this Jungkook and the hickey on his neck.

The sight made your stomach recoil, eyes quickly averted from the site of the crime. He had gotten here later than usual, said something about having to take Sojin somewhere first. So that’s what that meant. Jungkook, unaware of the fact the collar of his t-shirt has let you in on his private life, squeezes your hand. “You’ll come, won’t you?”

And you were stupid and you were in love, so of course you said yes.

It’s a cookout this year, his backyard filled to the brim with relatives and friends and so many cans of beer you don’t know what to do. His parents are ecstatic for your return, babbling on and on about how much he missed you for the last two birthdays. You take it in stride, and maybe in a different timeline you would have believed it, but not this one. Aside from greeting you at the door and taking your keys off your hands, you had barely seen the birthday boy all day. You mingle with old friends, his relatives, tentatively sip at your can of soda. You’re tired, the long drive having sapped the majority of your energy for the day.

Sometime around sunset, you meet eyes with him across the yard. Jungkook smiles, he always smiles. You okay? he mimes with a thumbs-up, and you want to say yes, but Sojin is sitting on his lap, an obnoxiously loud display, and when he puts his hand back down, it immediately finds its home on her thigh. You send him a half-hearted shrug, play it off like you're still a little carsick from the long drive here.

(Truthfully, you are sick, but you’re not sure it’s from the drive.)

Even at twenty-one, his family maintains their tradition and sings him happy birthday. With your return, his mother delegates you to cake cutting duties again, so you’re on standby for the song, at his side with the cake cutter in hand. Jungkook is grinning from ear to ear, Sojin attached to his hip, his arm sling around her shoulders. His family sings and sings, and Jungkook is happy. His eyes jump around the table, taking in the sight before him the way he does every year. And when they reach you at his side, Jungkook beams, reaches for your hand beneath the table and squeezes, all the while keeping his girlfriend closely hugged to his other side.

You cut the cake. Sojin gets her slice and promptly whisks Jungkook away.

By ten pm, you find yourself in his upstairs bathroom puking your guts out. It’s the carsickness, you tell yourself, or maybe the cake frosting, throat gagging around nothing, tears clinging to your lash line. But is it really?

“__?” someone says, and you make a weak attempt to turn towards the door. You don’t know what you expected— had you actually wanted Jungkook to find you in this sorry state? —but it isn’t Jungkook. “Shit, what happened?” Taehyung worries, hurrying to your aid. And you’re grateful that there’s someone here to help you, to save you from yourself and your stupid, heartbroken thoughts. But it’s not the man you want it to be, and that has you squeezing your eyes shut tightly, until the mascara on your lashes imprints itself against your under eyes instead.

The man you want bumps into you downstairs, catches Taehyung helping you into the spare bedroom to lie down. “__?” Jungkook calls out, eyes big and scared. “Where— what’s going on?” he asks, thrusting his plate into Sojin’s hands before rushing to your side. He grabs your forearm, and the touch burns, so you yank yourself away.

Faintly, you hear Taehyung explain. “She’s sick,” he says, pulling you closer. “She’s been out of it since she first got here. I think it was the long drive.” Yes, it was the long drive, you agree.

Jungkook, unfazed by your first recoil, reaches for your arm again. “I’ve got her,” he tells Taehyung, underestimating his strength when he tugs you closer, has you stumbling into his chest. His rough handling makes your stomach tighten, your head feel dizzy.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hand on his chest. “Wait— I’m—“ And he’s trying to move you back up the stairs, probably into his bedroom to lie down. But the sight of the stairs and his overwhelming scent and the hickey on his neck, the hickey Sojin left on his neck, makes you nauseous all over again.

Taehyung yelps in your defense. “Jungkook,” he scolds, carefully maneuvering you out of Jungkook’s harm’s way. “You’re making it worse.”

From a few feet away, Sojin calls out his name. “Jungkook?” she says and her voice is so sweet, yet so sticky; it makes you gag. “Baby, they’re calling for you outside.”

And everyone is saying his name, so he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know who to prioritize, not when everyone wants his attention. He looks at you, and your heart soars for a millisecond. Then it plummets when he settles on Sojin instead. “I— you’re right, Tae,” he sighs, backing off, letting go. “You got __, right?” Taehyung nods. “Call me if anything happens.”

And he leaves, slips his hand around Sojin’s waist and guides her out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t even tell you to get better soon. He just leaves.

Taehyung lays you down, doesn’t say a word when you start crying because he probably thinks it’s about your stomach and the vomiting. “It’s okay,” he soothes, helping you out of your shoes. “Does it hurt?”

Yes, you sob. It hurts very badly.

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I’d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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Hi! First of all, I wanted to let you know that your writing makes my heart melt! All of your works are as funny as they are incredible, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with your blog!

If it’s okay to request, could you write something about the boys having to dance with the reader? And when they do, they start to catch feelings for the reader but don’t realize it? If it’s okay, of course ♡ have a good day!! And please, take all the time you need if you write it!

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If I had a nickel for every time some one requested a detailed scenario where you can dance with Link, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I should have known there were those who yearn. (And I listened to the song you referenced anon, and it's nice but I personally like Sam Smith's version better.)

But yes, I'll see what I can do.

Part 1 will include Warrior, Sky and Four

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior wasn’t sure why the princess thought that throwing a party for the hero was considered a good thing.

Or at least not without warning them about it first.

He supposed she was just excited to invite heroes of the ears into her home and wanted them to feel that at least their efforts were appreciated.

But he hated this.

And Link knew he wasn’t the only one to think so if the looks of his companions were anything to go by.

But even as he makes his rounds amongst the elite, the fake and the genuine, he tried to make sure that his friends were at least have a comfortable time. He wanted them to know that they didn’t have to keep a face like he did amongst this group so if they wanted to have fun and dance and eat then they could.

They were guests in his home as well.

But no matter where he looked and no matter how many rounds he made, he noticed that were nowhere to be found.

Confused, he ventured outside the venue.

And as he looking for you, he just sees a silhouette against the moon light on top of one of the decorative rocks out in the middle of the rose bush maze.

There was no one else around and then again the guards and people were too drunk and joyful to notice someone breaking the ground rules of conduct or if they noticed, they simply did not care.

He makes his way toward the shadow and stalls for a moment when you look his way.

The way the light hit your frame seemed delicate and ethereal with an otherworldly glow to your hair and skin. The royal purple garb they gave you as a gift for not having anything suitable to wear to the party hugged your curves and angles in all the right ways. Someone must have offered you some jewelry to go with it because he doesn’t remember you having the gold necklace and matching head piece that pulls your hair back into a crown of curls tat frame your face in a divine manner.

Link found himself unable to breath for a second.

You smile and say, “I’m just taking in some air.”

“Not enjoying the party?” He blurts, worried for a moment that you’ve been uncomfortable this entire time... by yourself.... away from everyone.... just sitting in the darkness with the sounds of music and laughter in the background.

“It felt weird to be at a heroes party when I myself- am not a hero.” You shrug and lean back casually on the rock. “Here to drag me back Capitan?”

Warrior blinks and registers the change of pace in the music and will deny to the end of his life where he found the nerve to do what he does next.

He smoothly places the his cup of lightly bubbled alcohol on one of the lower rocks and holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me. Just once.”

You blink and also tune into the music behind the two of you.

It’s a slow dance.

You gradually smile and reach out to him, pulling yourself from the rocks surface and into his arms. “Just one dance.”

Warrior tries to hide the gulp that threatens to noticeably bob his Adam’s apple and places his hands on your waist and holds your hand respectfully. “Have you danced before?”

“Technically.” You answer and place your own hands in his and on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. “I while I know how to dance with the elite, it’s just never been my scene.”

“I know how you feel.” Warrior takes the leads and guides you through the steps of the song. He’s been through countless hours of training for battle- and not those that end in bloodshed- but those that take place in the ball room with the nobles and high end society that would have one looked at him scorn and distaste.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to get away.

But he does want you to enjoy yourself... if only a little bit.

The steps come naturally to him and he takes a moment to spin you around before you trip over your own feet.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you twirl and send the fabric billowing around you.

Warrior is struck stupid by the sight and almost steps off beat with the music. He’s quick to correct himself but he seemed to have your laughter on his mind on repeat.

“I’d stay out here with you if I could.” He admits as he repositions himself against you, trying to lead you away from the rose thorns and the maze itself so neither of you get caught up in it. “But unfortunately my disappearance won’t go unnoticed for long.”

“Oh...” You blink and look up into his eyes. “I suppose you really only have time for one dance, huh?”

He’s unprepared by how disappointed you sound and it would appear so are you with how quick you try to cover it up.

“It’s fine! You’re an important figure here, I guess it’s only natural that every one would want your attention. I hope you enjoy the party though. Unlike me, you deserve the recognition.” You smile genuinely but your eyes look like they’re trying to get some unknown message across.

“If I can somehow get away again-” Warrior rushes to keep your smile there and to include you in the collective joy the party was supposed to bring. “-Will you save another dance for me?”

You hum and tap you finger to you chin in thought. “It hasn’t been that bad being out here by myself...”

Warrior really hopes that you let him dance with you again even when you pull apart to the end of the music.

But you grin and reach up to boop his nose with the same finger. “Alright soldier boy, since you asked so nicely I’ll save the last dance just for you.”

Warrior laughs a little breathlessly and has to force himself to step away from you. He hopes to any and all who can hear them that’s he’s not actually blushing right now. “Ok. I’ll be back then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Sky

Sky was sure that every one was having a great time.

The music was loud and energetic and his friends were all off doing their own thing while the festival was in full motion.

It was a celebration for the people’s loftwings since it was usually the time of the year that they left their rider’s side- presumably to go lay their eggs for the next generation of riders.

But it was all fun and games for everyone involved.

Wind and Four seemed to be in a highly competitive match of toss the sack with Twilight being the point keeper on the other end. Wild and Hyrule were busy enjoying the food and no doubt collecting the recipes (Sky was hoping that Wild would make the food so he was no way inclined to stop him). Time and Warrior were off in a corner, talking to each other with a cup in each of their hands. Legend stood next to them without a cup but he seemed to be more interested in the décor and loftwings themselves.

But you...

Sky stopped walking along the ribbon perimeter and looked over to you.

You were by yourself... You didn’t particularly happy..

And that just won’t stand.

With subtle determination, he marches over to you and taps your shoulder.

You seem to blink back into the present and raise an eyebrow to him in return.

He can see the question on your lips just as you’re about to say it so he juts his head into he direction of the dance area with a simple hand out in your direction.

He hopes his intentions are clear.

You eye his hand and snap your mouth shut with a soft click. Sky gulps suddenly, a strange bout of nervousness attempting to choke his system as you take your time to think about his offer.

Sky would never force you to do something that you don’t want to do but really (and he has no idea where this urge comes from) wants to dance with you.

Just once.

Just once to see you smile and enjoy yourself.

To see you happy.

You place your hand in his, soft and small and so much different than his own. “Lead the way, Boy Wonder.”

You smile and he returns your gesture, gently pulling you toward the open area as the next song starts. It’s light and airy and it’s enough to keep you moving even if you both stall for a minute to just sway side to side in each others arms.

Sky didn’t know that he’d feel so whole and accomplished by just holding you.

Emboldened by the tune of the events, Sky takes a step back and twirls you around as the music flows up and down again just in time to bring you back into his arms.

You laugh. “Perfect timing.”

“I do try.” Sky winks.

You giggle to yourself with a small shake of your head but you keep swaying with Sky across the dance floor.

The music comes to an end and Sky does his best gentleman’s bow as he lets go of you completely- even if he finds that he doesn’t want to. “An absolute honor to dance with you.”

The music starts up again in a similar tune but all he would have to settle for is just one dance. It’s all he’s comfortable with asking from you.

“Sky wait.” You blurt.

He turns around to see that... well you seemed to have startled yourself as well.

“I um..” You bite your lip and vaguely gesture to the musicians in the distance. “They’re not done.”

Sky smirks a little. “But the song is.”

“I uh... Just one more dance?” You hold your hand out to him this time and he stares in shock.

Not for long though.

He’s quick to place his hand in your and pull himself back to you. “I’d love to.”

Four

Four was excited to show everyone around the Festival of Fools. It was his favorite time of the year where everyone got to be silly and destress and play and eat and dance.

Four had always run around trying to do what he could never get away with on a typical day but right now he had to make sure his traveling companion didn’t actually burn the town down.

He loved them but he’d lying if he said that he wasn’t just the tiniest concerned over their facial expressions when he said that anything goes really- no laws but those of the people apply today.

Which made him the temporary babysitter for some of the more rowdy ones.

But he had lost sight of you a while ago.

Not that he was concerned or anything but... He did want to spend time with you.

The festival doesn’t happen everyday and he knew that there would only be so many days left that he’d be able to spend with the group and even less so that they’d be given a chance to relax and unwind.

That thought urged him forward to find you.

If only to make sure that you were having a good time.

He had found you by the food court where you munched on a meat stick and watched as the people came and go.

You looked bored.

Now Four knew that parties weren’t entirely your scene and you weren’t the kind of person to go and throw yourself into the middle of it all.

That being said it still rubbed him the wrong way when you looked like you would rather be anywhere but there.

He oughta do something about it.

Just across the street a band had begun playing music for the people to dance to, now that they’ve usually had their fill for lunch.

Four saw you look over and smile, basking in the edges of their amplified joy and amusement.

He grinned and ran over to you, tugging your hand into his own and pulling you close to him. “Dance with me!”

“Wha- Four? Where’d you come from?” You dropped the finished stick in shock and followed him as he dragged you to the open space just beyond the food cart.

“I live here.” He laughed and spun you around. “Just one dance!”

“I- but- Four!” You dug your heels into the dirt and stopped the both of you from reach the destination. “I can’t dance! I- I’ve never danced.”

Four turns to look at you and smiles encouragingly. “Just let loose, it’s easy. There’s no right way to move, you just do. Just feel the music and my lead.”

You bite your lip and Four takes the moment of hesitation to pull you forward again. you let him and soon find yourself on a dirt arena with lively music and people all around you.

“Don’t let go of my hand ok?” Four grins.

You find yourself grinning as well and soon you’re both spinning and jumping and leaping and twirling around each other to the beat of music.

It’s fast and fun and within moments on simply holding onto Four you find yourself laughing uncontrollably as he throws you around like a rag doll in which ever way he likes.

He’s stronger than you imagined him to be but then again... He’s a blacksmith.

It shouldn’t be all that surprising.

Somehow in the midst of it, he throws you in the air and over his head, catching you in a spin and letting you catch your breath and the music dies down and another begins.

“You ok?” Four asks, a little breathless himself. He doesn’t think he’s heard you laugh so hard or for so long.

It’s nice.

“That was fun!” You managed to say in between your giggles.

Four’s grin widened and even if he knows it’s not your style.... and he only asked for one, he holds his hand out again just in time for the next crescendo to begin.

You look up and look at him and his hand...

You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his and he pulls you close to him again.

You spin and laugh and jump and twirl well into the night, completely forgetting about the others until you have to turn in for the night.

Four’s feet hurt by the end of it and he’s exhausted but to see and hear you smile and laugh and enjoy yourself in what is arguably his favorite time of year was completely worth it.

He hopes that he can spend more time with you... He hopes for just one more dance before it all ends.

Part 2

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