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ᥫ᭡ slice of life or a look into moments of your relationship, and this is the one where you bake cait a cake for her birthday.
cw. pure tooth rooting fluff. smidge of angst. fem!reader. established relationship. cait turns 24 in this. reader is said to be shorter than cait. mentions of cassandra. cait calls reader darling. it gets gushy mushy.
“those eyes better be closed, kiramman!” you hollard, from deep within the kitchen, lighter in hand as you light the candle shaped two then the one shaped four. you’d thought to put twenty-four individual stick candles on the cake just to simply amuse (annoy) cait, but decided against it for her special day; you thought of something far better anyway.
“they are!” cait assured. the fluctuation in her accent when her voice raises anything above its usual silky smoothing tone tickles you. you’re so entertained by her accent even now as you giggle, fixing and turning the cake to make sure it’s perfect, it has to be perfect, for her.
cautiously you pick up the cake stand with both hands, feeling confident enough you balance it in one hand, so you're able to shut off the kitchen light. “alright, i’m coming out. no peeking.” feet carefully shuffling out of the kitchen to the dining room where cait resides, a hand covering the candles from any mystery gust of wind that may feel mischievous enough to attempt to blow out the candles.
“still closed.” the blue haired woman huffs. you lift your gaze from straining your eyes to focus on the cake, making sure that it’s okay, and you’re not disappointed when you do. because there sits caitlyn kiramman, head of house kiramman sitting in the head dining chair looking like a small child with her hands covering her eyes, it’s a sight cute sight to behold and cherish it, eternally grateful that you’re able to witness this of your girlfriend.
reaching the table, the cake stand hits the wooden surface with a soft click, twisting the stand so it’s facing the right way at her. “don’t open yet.” you muttered, standing up straight to rush back to the kitchen to grab the lighter off the counter, deciding to ignore cait’s obvious groans of complaints for the wait; she’s never been, and never will be, a patient person. hopping from area to area where you have various candles littered around to light them, content when they all lit. flicking off the light switch, the soft candle lights turning the room to amber, you’re absorbed by the home-y atmosphere of the room, or as home-y as a generationally passed down mansion can be, but in this moment all you can feel is the whimsey swirl of love flowing through the room.
“can i open my eyes now?” cait questions, you smile at her, the question held an air of light optimism and eagerness. you take post next to her again, bending down and fixing the cake once more, so when she opens her eyes she’s met with the desert you slaved over all yesterday. “darling? i know you’re there, i can smell your perfume.” cautious hands reach out to feel for your body, a little "hmph" coming from caitlyn when she’s confirmed her words, hands ghosting over your waist. a breathy laugh leaves you, she’s caught you, you suppose.
swiftly standing up, the hands on your waist readjust around you, pulling you closer to her seated form, the meat of your thigh closest to the chair pressing against the armrest; and you allow her to manipulate your body, a hand moving from your side to hand her shoulders before smoothing down her back, comforting act you know too well to do.
“you can open your eyes now.” you instruct, there’s a ball lodged in your throat waiting to drop to the pit of your stomach as you fix your attention to watch caitlyn’s expression. your free hand subconsciously wiping down your leg, waiting, not used to be taller than her in most scenarios, so now as you hover above her it's hard to read her. but what you do know is that she's remained unmoved.
there's a jerk in her body before she shifts her body to face you, head peering up at you, her face contorted. "you did this for me?" she chokes out, tears prickling to fall from her eye.
the ball drops and it hits your stomach, hard. you start to feel sick, physically pained to hear the strained emphasis on "me" talking down on herself as if she's unworthy, sinking to your knees, now you're the one looking up to caitlyn; like normally. "oh, cait. what do you mean, for you?" your brows furrow, a hand reaching to soothe and caress cait's cheek. had you done something to upset her?
she turns back to eye the cake, it's the most precious gift you've given to her all day she thinks, all of its homemade imperfections and quirks included. "the cake—" turning back back to you, taking in your worried expression that never left your face even when she turned away from you, she looks down at the hand that had fallen in her lap when she did so, taking it in her embrace. "it's so stupidly hard to make. and you made it for me." she explains, a small laugh of disbelief and awe coming from her lips.
your eyes widen, a smile curling your lips upward. she's right, the cake you made her was hard. spending weeks testing out different recipes, ultimately mashing them all to together to create the perfect balance of airy white cake layers, sweet but not too sweet icing, the right consistency of custard, and the best strawberries from the market to sprinkle throughout the layers and decorate with; a fairly simple cake, but each separate component needed to cohesively work together to create an explosion of delicate flavors in your mouth, too much of one would throw it off, and you know cait's refined taste for less sweet lighter desserts. but even when you dedicated much of your time to her cake you kept telling yourself, she deserves this over in your head, and now, you still stand true to that.
"it's your favorite." tilting your head to the side, raising a hand to tuck some of caitlyn's cascading dark blue hair curtaining around her face behind an ear, you want to see more of her, all of her. her cerulean eyes bore down at you, the candle light that illuminates the room softens them. "you didn't need to, i would've gratefully taken a box cake."
you're smile grows, because you know her words are true, she appreciates everything you do, small or big. and you're confident you were capable of turning a box cake into something just as good as the cake in front of cait, but it was the want, the desire to give something that you knew cait loved, even if it was just a cake. with everything that's happened; the loss of her mother and the loss of her eye, you wanted her to indulge in her childhood favorite dessert.
��i wanted to wanted to make you this cake, you deserve this cake.” you muse, squeezing the hand holding yours to affirm your reassurance of your actions.
cait squeezes your hand in return, her gaze fixed on watching her thumb rub circles on the back of your hand, the depth of your words seem to sink in, the true reason on why you’ve poured your all into her birthday, accounting for every down to the little minuscule details; this is far more than just a cake. she doesn’t even remember telling you her favorite cake, and she prides herself on her sharp memory; it must’ve been her father, or perhaps her mother who had said it in passing, and you remembered it. of course you did. when she gazes back to you, you’re already looking at her, she feels warm. maybe it’s all the candles you lit, maybe it’s the way you look at her the same way, always adoringly, like she herself had been the one to paint the night sky with all the stars, you always manage to cross all her bounds and break all her strategically placed bricks that's supposed to make her indestructible and make her all flustered, even if you’re unaware to your effect. but, now? she’s positive she’s the one admiring you, from where you’re sat, legs kicked underneath on the wood floor (she’s sure your legs numb, but she also knows you wouldn’t complain nor move from your spot next to her) there’s a long cabinet dressed with running and decorated with flowing candle flames, creating a warm aura around you that made you look like her own angel sent to her. in this moment she’s able to fall in love with you all over again, and hopes, knows that she’ll keep doing so.
gripping the hand in her grasp one last time before pulling you into her, the hand following up your arm to yank you even closer till her free hand settles on your cheek and your lips touch in a passionate kiss. your own hands coming to grasp at her face, body lifting off your heels to kneel into the kiss, her hand falling from your arm to wrap around your waist. when you two disconnect you still embrace caitlyn, “blow out your candles.” you whisper, so close still your lips touch when you talk.
“as you wish, darling.” barely leaning into you to give you another kiss. “but,”
“but?” you question, quirking an eyebrow.
a cheeky grin sneaks its way onto her lips. “i would like you in my lap.”
“cait—”
“it’s my birthday. for the birthday girl?” she quipped, the fingers around your waist prods at it, waiting for your response, although she already knows the answer with the way her grin grew and her gap is now on full display. you sigh, and the arm around your waist frees you, standing up you stand, hands on your hips staring at cait’s proud expression.
“alright birthday girl, make room.” she’s got you beat using that excuse on you.
she scoots her chair out, the screech that would’ve been loud from the wood chair legs on the wood floor is muffled from the persian rug beneath the table, her hands working quick to pull you into your lap. allowing you to settle, perching her head on your shoulder. “better.” she muses.
“now can you?”
“i can.” she shuffles just a bit, gathering enough air to blow out her candles.
and with a big huff. . . the candles don’t go out?
caitlyn sucks in more air, attempting again just for the same thing to happen, the flames still burn.
“what did you do?” caitlyn quizzed, more confused than ever on why her candles won’t flatter.
“i didn’t do anything.” you respond cooley, shrugging your shoulders, but it takes everything in you to not burst in a fit of laughter.
“you did.” her fingers press into your sides. “i’ll tickle you.” she threatens, and it holds weight.
you fit your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing. turning your head over your shoulder to face her, contemplating if your should tell her flat out or keep the act up. you release your lip, “they’re joke candles.”
“joke candles?” cait repeats, her voice pitching, taking in the absurd concept of joke candles. “i’ll show you a joke.” nimble fingers move across your sides.
“no, please. mercy.” you beg, wheezing out a laugh in the process.
“not a chance. should’ve thought before you placed these silly candles on my cake.” not letting up on the attack of tickles she’s giving to you.
#𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 alice writes.#caitlynྀི txt.#arcane#arcane x reader#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn kiramman x fem reader#caitlyn kiramman x you#caitlyn kiramman fluff#league of legends#wlw#lesbian
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You spent this entire response talking about how, unfortunately, I wouldn't read it, and surely I would block you, and then at the end you basically asked me not to respond. Lol.
Unfortunately for you, I have never blocked a blog that wasn't a bot and my adderall is kicking in, so I read every word.
The reason my first response to you was so long is that I wasn't entirely sure exactly what point you were making, so I was trying to cover all my bases. I wasn't trying to put words in your mouth. In this second comment you've more clearly focused on the argument that TERFs use man-hating to cover for legitimate bigotry. Unfortunately, that argument is nonsense. None of the examples you gave are using man-hating as a cover for anything, at least not successfully. The bigotry in those examples is not subtle. If someone can't recognize racism or transphobia in rhetoric like that their problem is that they're not very aware of bigotry and just not very bright. I can't identify the exact logical relationship, if there is one, but this argument bears some odd resemblance to the point women often make, that people on the left often use complaints about cisness or whiteness or wealth as covers for their misogyny. But women don't ask people not to complain about cisness or whiteness or wealth, just to stop singling out women and being misogynistic. In this case your argument still leaves women out in the cold. Everyone else can complain about their oppressors, but women can't, because someone somewhere might use man-hating as a justification for something else.
At a certain point, hypothetical statements are meaningless without context. If a woman makes a post about misogyny and singles out Indian men, it might because she's racist or it might be because she lives in India. The words that are used may be very similar (although the first one is more likely to include some slurs) but the meaning is very different. One of the problems with social media is that posts are often seen without their original context. There is a long history of women of color being pressured to stay silent about misogyny within their own communities using the reasoning that the community must be united and any negativity will give ammo to racists. This puts women of color in a really difficult situation. It also serves to prevent them from forming solidarity with other women. The way forward is just to make an effort to recognize all forms of bigotry, misogyny included, when they come up. To make an effort to tell the difference between a good faith attempt to address one issue that's fallen prey to unconscious bias or systemic bigotry and a bad faith argument that's one issue as an excuse for another kind of bigotry. To be willing to both say and hear good faith criticism in the first scenario, to reform arguments without the bias instead of throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Man-hating is not a good proxy for other kinds of bigotry.
I have no idea what the transmascs bomb post is. In general, a post that singles out transmascs is probably not okay, because the relevant part is that they are trans, and being cruel to trans people is... wait for it... transphobic. In some situations, the point about intracommunity man-hating applies. Trans women may complain about trans men just as any other group of marginalized women may complain about the men in their own community. To some extent it's probably reasonable to say certain things should not be posted publicly where cis people can get ahold of them without sufficient context, but that's an intracommunity issue that I'm honestly not qualified to speak on, because I'm cis. I only bring it up because I've dealt with analogous intracommunity in some communities I am a member of; it's a fairly universal concern but the particulars here are outside my lane.
You focused a lot on whether or not TERFs like men, which was really tangential to the actual point of this post. "TERFs like men actually" was referring to their eagerness to form relationships with right wing cis men to gain political power. Also, before it finally got taken down, a decent number of the posts on the TERF subreddit were from cis men claiming to be radical feminist allies who the TERFs gleefully and hypocritically pointed to as "one of the good ones" while they bonded over hating trans women. TERFs live in the same society as everyone else (unfortunately) and in a society as patriarchal as ours, few people really hate men as much as they think they do. A similar phenomenon exists with other marginalized groups. Unconscious bias cuts both ways; not just unconscious bias against a marginalized group, but unconscious bias towards a powerful group.
Using man-hating as a shield for bigotry doesn't make a lot of sense because man-hating isn't socially accepted just about anywhere. It always gets pushback. Ask any woman who's made a negative general statement about men. And TERFs spend a lot of time with the far right, where hating men is certainly not acceptable. I don't know where you live, but on the anglophone internet man-hating is not generally accepted. And even when you do hear "I hate men," the power dynamics of patriarchy are such that it's just not a real problem.
Trans-exclusionary radical feminism is essentially a subtype of transphobia that uses an interpretation of radical feminist theory as a justification for transphobia, rather than religion or plainly homophobic rhetoric about sexual deviance (though versions of this argument surface in TERF rhetoric as well and there's a great deal of convergence with the social conservative version). Quite often in hate movements like that, the ideology is a post-hoc justification for the bigotry. So the logic of men oppress women -> trans women are men -> trans women are bad because they oppress [cis] women may be what TERFs say but it's often not an honest representation of their thought process. Both TERFs and garden-variety transphobes (who openly revere men) hate trans women for being, according to them, men who pretend to be women. TERFs will even say, disingenuously of course, that it would be fine if trans women would only live as gender non-conforming gay men. It's transness that transphobes despise, the act of existing while trans.
#Also one of your followers left hate in my DMs#not even an ask!#not even an anon#get braver followers.
I know my closing paragraph was a bit of a non sequitur. I am making an effort to end walls of text with something actionable, and since you'd brought up trans men I thought it might be worthwhile to end by talking about the issues they face and acknowledging the intersections they're dealing with in the current political situation where I live. I'm also really feeling the weight of the incoming far right government in my country so any time I end up in ~discourse~ with other progressives I feel the urge to remind both of us as well as anyone else who reads the post who the real enemy is. I'm caught between my ADHD and inability to let anything go compelling me to respond to comments on my posts and my feeling that fighting each other is a waste of time when the threat of the far right looms. Ending that way was my compromise for myself.
My followers are their own people with agency. I do not control them. I also don't choose who they are because I don't block or softblock and quite honestly there are enough of them that I don't have time to screen them, even if wanted to. Speaking to you in a DM with their URL attached doesn't sound cowardly. You can still publish screenshots of the conversation if you choose, choosing DM over ask just means they don't intend to confront you publicly. Nothing about how I run my blog has ever encouraged anyone to send hate in any form. It sounds like they were responding--however inappropriately--to your post. This really has nothing to do with me, my blog was just the vehicle by which they saw it.
Something I want this website specifically to reflect on! Are you mad at women for talking about men the same way you talk about cishets or neurotypicals? Why?
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PARTY CANDLES ! – prod. filomiya
characters – mualani , kinich , xilonen , citlali , mavuika ( takes place after the 5.3 aq !! )
THEM , when its your birthday ( bullet headcanons based on their birthday messages )
notes : ITS MY BIRTHDAY CHAT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT 6th january wowowowo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is very self indulgent if you cant tell but i might do a fontaine version of this later if i feel like it or continue with the other natlan characters or mayb. with vbs WHATEVER ill see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! might be ooc plz correct me if theyre ooc .. . . . . . .. . . .. . . . . . . .
MUALANI
planned her surprise one week in advance.
but how could she not? shes your partner, afterall! and never expect the least from mualani, she will ALWAYS do the most!!
booked the best restaurant for you, making sure most of the dishes would be liked by both you and the guests. also threw in a few of your favourite desserts, but she kept insisting on making those herself along with the cake… where does she find the time!?
you had the party take place from noon to night, living it to the fullest, next to her ( and the other guests i GUESS. ) but the inevitable happened – exhaustion. on your part, atleast. mualani still had a surprise in store for you. and what is better than a reserved hot spring for the both of you after so much activity?
this was a much more relaxed way to celebrate the afterparty, but a little time between you two doesnt hurt anyone! she’d end the day with a kiss, and a content ‘happy birthday.’
KINICH
he had planned two surprises total. not more, not less.
after the usual small talk he’d ensue, kinich would remind ajaw of the conversation they had hours prior. thankfully, you were one of the humans the almighty dragon liked, so it didnt take long for him to give in.
turning into his actual dragon form ( and holding back some complaints ), you and your partner hopped onto his back for a sky stroll across the landscapes of natlan. it was filled with casual chatting, ajaw occasionally joining.
while you expected to be brought back to the place you were before, the dragon instead dropped you two off on a high, secluded cliff with the best view to the stadium. laid there was a picnic blanket, and you almost called kinich a sap.
truly, one of the best people you couldve spent your birthday with.
XILONEN
you thought youd get special treatment? well, you thought well.
usually, she’d get her friends actual useful gifts ( allegedly, in her eyes ) like a set of tools, or something for their hobbies, because in what situation could sappy presents be functional? if you prefer sentimental value over functional things, be her guest!
but you were her fully fledged partner. no WAY she could gift you JUST tools.
being the blacksmith of the children of the echoes, she has access to some of the best stones out there. you bet she’d search all about birthstones and use yours into making some of the most refined jewelry. i could see her also do a bouquet of handi-picked flowers on your preferred colours. paper wrapping included!!
all of that combined with a reservation to the restaurant youve been gushing about… if that isnt special treatment, then what is?
CITLALI
at her age, she wouldnt have thought she would find someone, let alone friends, or someone like you!
so she didnt bat an eye to gift giving, mostly. occasionally, for whenever it was one of her people’s birthday, she’d offer the usual gift card or blessings. but with you in the picture now, she doesnt know what to do!!
her first thought was to give you some volumes from her light novels collection, which she did proceed with, but she had to think of a plan B. no way she could turn to her grandson, for all he’d have to offer is his finest pick of vegetables…
and before she knew it, your birthday came. so all she had to offer were the novels. it was so underwhelming in her eyes… but thank god you reassured her than even only drinking with her was enough.
MAVUIKA
for her, small and thoughtful gifts are always the go-to.
something motivational, that you can look back to and reminisce about – but you didnt expect her to gift you a small notebook. correction, actually – a small album. it was filled with photos you took through your time together, and letters she poured her feelings into.
it was obvious it took her sweet time to put it together, probably did it during her time off as an occupation. if you asked her about it, you wouldve found out your guess wasnt far off. instead, you thanked her in her own way – whether it be words, physical affection or acts of service (on your own birthday tho..??)
another thing mavuika would offer is a delightful night stroll with her motorbike. cliche x2, i know, but not before serving some of the best cake she had baked for you! dont ask her where or how, or do, do whatever you want…. (xilonens house.)
just hold onto her if she decides to pick the speed up as a way to wake you from your daydreams.
filomiya : any acts of plagiarism of my works are strictly prohibited. credits to the divider creators.
#written : surpassed angelic#genshin impact#genshin#genshin x reader#mualani x reader#mualani#kinich x reader#kinich#xilonen x reader#xilonen#citlali x reader#citlali#mavuika x reader#mavuika
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(H:SR/GFL) A Cold Night with Seele, Bronya, Natasha, and Serval
I'm freezing my ass off right now and decided to write this in a vain attempt to get warmer
Seele was relatively used to the cold, and so was every citizen of Belebog and the Underworld.
Still, that did little to comfort her S/O, who was shivering inside their shared home.
(S/O) "M-Man, why did our heater have to break down now?"
Seele sighed and sat herself next to S/O on the couch, leaning back into it.
(Seele) "A replacement is coming in tomorrow, thankfully. Just tough it out till then."
Her eyes drifted over to S/O, who had both arms attempting in vain to warm themselves. A second or two passed before Seele's cheeks was dusted with pink, as she leaned over to S/O.
Letting herself grab them and hold them close and already start to warm up with their body heat.
(S/O) "S-Seele?"
(Seele) "This...should be good for now, yeah?"
(S/O) "Better than just a blanket, heh..."
She refused to meet their gaze, instead just holding onto them tighter as S/O reciprocated, the two of them not saying much of anything and enjoying each other's warmth.
And Seele couldn't help the small smile forming on her lips as she snuggled closer to S/O, her embarrassment doing a good job of keeping her warm.
(S/O) "...That being said, can we grab a blanket too?"
Though that comment made her just scoff and roll her eyes playfully.
(Seele) "Sure, lemme grab one you big baby."
Even with Bronya's heater at full blast, tonight's storm was particularly fierce.
(Bronya) "S/O, are our blankets sufficient enough?"
(S/O) "As much as they can be, I'm still a little cold though..."
(Bronya) "I see."
Bronya looked around her room, trying to find an extra blanket or layer of clothes for S/O, until an idea came to mind.
(Bronya) "S/O, would you come here for a moment?"
(S/O) "Hm? Sure."
Before they could ask what was up, she gently took their hand and dragged them into bed, before promptly taking them into a hug.
S/O simply smiled and let Bronya get in close, the cold already fading from the room.
Though Bronya was a little flustered, little acts of affection like this in private was where she was fully confident.
(Bronya) "Is that better, my love?"
(S/O) "Hah, yes, my lady."
Giggling at the nickname, she rests her head against S/O's, the two of them not taking long to drift to sleep.
Natasha had a rather fluffy blanket, so the cold in the room wasn't too bad. But even just a little nip in the air would be a good excuse for her to get closer to S/O.
Not that they had any complaints, of course.
Natasha rolls to her side and grabs S/O, her head resting against their back as her arms snake around their stomach and holding them close.
(S/O) "Hm...? Nat?"
(Natasha) "Oh, don't mind me. Just needing to get warm real quick."
S/O could only laugh at her playful tone, shuffling closer to her to close the distance.
(S/O) "I'm not a teddy bear, you know."
(Natasha) "You're right. You're even better."
Serval hogs the blanket at night, leaving S/O absolutely freezing much to their dismay.
They have to shake her a few times before she groggily opens her eyes.
(Serval) "H-Huh? Hm...wassup?"
(S/O) "Serval, you're stealing the blanket again!"
Serval mumbles something incoherent before shimmying inside her mini-cocoon, allowing the blanket to cover S/O.
They were about to close their eyes until they were yanked by Serval's strength, into her arms as she nuzzled closer and wrapped the blanket around them.
(Serval) yawn "That better?"
(S/O) "...Y-Yes..."
She gives them one last cheeky smile before resting her head on their chest, letting S/O blush madly before quickly falling back asleep.
...And in the morning, she'd somehow have the blanket entirely around her again.
#honkai star rail x reader#seele hsr x reader#bronya honkai star rail x reader#bronya x reader#natasha hsr x reader#serval landau x reader#seele honkai star rail#bronya honkai star rail#natasha honkai star rail#serval landau#honkai star rail imagines#honkai star rail headcanons
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🍬, smut 10 & 49 w/ Trevor Zegras enemies to lovers
warnings: kissing, arguing, suggestive dialouge
It was no secret you hated Trevor. Hell, he hated you too. Ever since the petty squabble you two had when in high school, the intense feeling of disgust towards each other only grew as the two of you got older. Now, with both of you in your twenties, everyone assumes that these feelings won't go away.
It wasn’t any help when you got employed with the Anaheim Ducks the same year he had been drafted, forcing the two of you to rot in each other’s company more than either of you wanted.
“Will you shut up?” Trevor groaned, leaning back into the decently soft cushion of the athletic training room.
“Not my fault you don’t know how to keep your leg up.” You chirped, “Probably the easiest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life.”
Trevor scoffed, “Actually, that would be you.”
His words didn’t affect you because you both knew the truth. If anything, you were the one who did him, not the other way around. The memories of the first night the two of you spent alone together, minds fogged with desire and forgetting all the hate you had brewed up for each other.
Before you could verbalize your rebuttal, a noise of discomfort slipped past his lips. You hadn’t realized it, but his words made your grip on his knee tighten, causing pain to shoot through his leg.
“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” He whined, your grip easing at his words.
Your face flushed, you didn’t mean to hurt him, but the noise he let out caught you off guard. “Sorry.”
You quickly cleaned up, letting his now-taped knee rest on the cushion. The grimace that stayed on his face made it impossible for you to look at him, your composure beginning to slip.
Trevor noticed your sudden silence, but instead of asking you what’s wrong, he decided to be an arrogant little shit about it. “Where’d you get your degree from because I need to send them a complaint?”
You rolled your eyes, putting away the equipment you had just used, “You know exactly where I got it from, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you were too stupid to remember.”
“Stupid? Look who’s talking. Aren’t you the same girl who almost crashed the boat this summer?”
You smacked your lips at his tone, full of arrogance and tease, opting to leave his side completely and make your way away from him. However, he grabbed your arm before you could turn, forcing your body to lean down to his level, your face so close you could feel his breath on your skin.
Neither of you said anything, his lips crashing into yours. You weren’t sure if the door was locked, but it seemed like a sub-thought as your senses became overwhelmed with the feeling.
He brought his hands to your sides, lifting you to straddle his lap as his tongue prodded at your lips, pleading for access that you couldn’t refuse. The whole situation was completely unprofessional and inappropriate, but neither one of you could bring yourselves to care.
Trevor pulled away as the sounds of heavy breathing filled the room, “Funny that that’s all I have to do to get you to stop arguing with me.”
You scoffed, “Whatever. Next time we get into an argument I’m reminding you that I took your virginity.”
His cheeks grew warm at your words, but rather than let himself stay embarrassed, he smirked. “Please do. But for now, just shut up and pin me down.”
#jo's birthday celebration#trevor zegras#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras blurb#tz11#anahiem ducks
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My wife pointed out something to me that I think really makes a lot of the absolutely insane shit some people are saying make sense. The Arcane Crit folks and those like them are probably just really young. I mean what are a few of their most consistent indicators?:
1. Obsession with Piltover VS zaun and one side all good and one side all bad- I mean at least in the US we have adults who treat politics like this every day. But for sure in today’s social media age where all it takes is a headline scan ,and a like click and your off to the next, it smacks of trying as hard as you can to fit in by choosing the “correct” view.
2. Caitlyn deserved what she got and nothing she does is defensible because she is a rich cop- See above. Listen policing at least in here is so fucked in so many ways and it is so controversial I’m not getting into that here. But it is also so complex and just like Arcane there just are so many human beings at the center of it. But todays over-simplified us vs them thinking can’t handle that. Never mind that it takes getting older, experiencing loss and finding common ground with people across all walks of life to be able to see humanity in all walks of life.
3. Jinx becoming remorseful of her actions or more “sane” was a betrayal of her character- One of my consistent defenses of this show is how people can relate to these complex characters. So for every person out there who has found a piece of Jinx to relate to and connect with I think that’s wonderful. But there is a large portion of the fandom unable to see past their infantilization of Jinx, and recognize the darkness in her. And that hardline opposition to recognizing any part of the character that clashes with their seeing themselves in her speaks to a lack of maturity. Especially when your biggest complaint is that you want the nineteen year old to keep suffering from voices in her head.
These are just examples. And I’m sure some of the incredibly insightful and intelligent people I’ve interacted with here are younger than I’d guess. Perhaps a more accurate wording for the people i’m writing about is that they are more immature than just young. But, no matter the case hopefully by continuing to celebrate good stories and the truth of them we can open eyes/hearts/minds all over. Thanks!
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It’s a common complaint about Veilguard that none of the companions really check in with rook to make sure they’re ok (which I personally don’t think is entirely true), but I think it’s such a good setup for solrook/elgarook. Rook feeling desperate for attention and touch starved and inadvertently seeking out that attention from solas/elgar, who know just how much they want affection. Even if it’s from a man they know they shouldn’t trust.
With elgarook it’s even worse, bc solas at least seems to be a mentor figure whose goals align with theirs for the moment. Who could fault them for seeking comfort from him? On the other hand, Elgarnan is completely open about the fact that he views rook as a child whose base needs aren’t being met. But no one else seems to be willing to meet them, so what other option do they have? They should be honored that a God is willing to take care of them in this way.
I definitely got that feeling from Solas in-game sometimes- that even though he was obviously manipulating Rook, that Rook kept turning to him for mentorship and guidance because they felt they couldn't share their worries with the team.
One on my favourite things about the last act is how genuinely sad you can play Rook at having placed their trust in Solas and been betrayed by him. you can really go all-in on the "I was relying on you, I needed you" it's so dramatic, I love it
It makes me wonder too whether Solas would play along (in order to manipulate Rook for the greater good, of course) if Rook had an obvious crush on him. like just playing them with every little brush of his fingers along their arm...
and oh my god that Elgarook is so good. I love it when a villain is like "what do you mean, the other heroes aren't treating you like you deserve? I guess it falls to me." No one else on the team realizes it until it's too late, and Rook has someone ended up trapped by Elgar'nan- and he's reassuring them and soothing them, worming his way into their little head ♥
#sorry for the super long response ur ask got the wheels turning in my brain#elgar'nan#elgarook#solarook#dav#dragon age
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We don’t talk enough about how important it is that Runs in the Family is the only song (to my knowledge) that is just one person. There’s no ensemble, it’s just one voice. It’s just Darrel. Because he is going through a struggle that no other character can relate to. His problems are so uniquely his that there’s no one he thinks he doesn’t have anyone to lean on.
How this song sounds like it’s his list of complaints, but in actuality, it’s his plea for someone to help him. It’s not a super slow song or a song with obviously sad lyrics, so we can tend to think it’s him just venting. But when we look closer, especially to lyrics like “I keep treading water, but I sink just like a stone”. That’s a direct example of him describing how he feels. He’s drowning. He’s drowning in bills, in grief, and in fear. He’s terrified because he thinks that one day, the state will wake up and realize he’s not fit to be raising his brothers. One day, the social worker, who’s probably double his age if not more, who he convinced that he was capable of taking care of his two teenage brothers, will show back up at his door and take them away. He’s terrified. He says that himself in the line “I don’t know what them boys would ever do without me, and what would I do in my own?” He works extra hard because he needs there to be money.
He needs to keep his brothers safe and warm and fed. He needs to be the one providing that because that’s the only way he truly knows they’re being taken care of. And if he needs to drown to make sure they’re ok, he’s willing to make that sacrifice.
#Darrel Curtis you deserve the world#ily#the outsiders musical#the outsiders broadway#the outsiders#darrel curtis#darry curtis#runs in the family
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D I V I N E . .ᐟ
IN WHICH — dallas has been obsessed with you for months.
⚠️ : uh , smut.. again… and i guess this is similar to the one i posted the other day? but like , this was an ask thrown out to the dallas x reader tag so i’m gonna try to give it justice.
ʚ ɞ / wc : 5.3k
you silently walk down the dark street , and the only possible light is from the moon and the streetlights. And honestly? you’re stupid. well , not really , but you’re walking alone as a greaser. and that’s the number one thing you shouldn’t do.
socs get so bored they would beat up even a girl , it doesn’t matter to them. meaning you’re no different.
it sucks , but you need to see dallas.
recently , your ex boyfriend has been giving you things you don’t even want. flowers , chocolate , anything you could name , he would have it at your doorstep or stashed into your locker. you don’t wanna talk about the amount of times you’ve gotten jealous stares from people around you. but there was nothing to be jealous about.
if you could get rid of him , you would. in a heartbeat. you just want to be left alone.
it’s him who cheated anyway ; he hooked up with another girl , sylvia , you think her name was? though you don’t really care for her. apparently , she was just like that.
you snapped yourself out of your deep thought when you saw a light flicker , and you being paranoid about being out here in the first place , started to pick up your pace.
eventually , you made it to the all familiar building , buck merrill’s place. while you recall dallas working here , whenever he isn’t getting himself into illegal activities , he’s crashing here , or responsibly ( like he promised ) , hanging out with you to keep your ex away at times.
a few weeks ago , you had asked dallas to fake date you so your ex could back off. it worked for the most part , but that didn’t stop your ex from giving you gifts and asking to ‘ just be friends ‘.
even though everyone knows where that goes.
you sigh as you walk up the steps , hand sliding across the rails as you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. you hope it’s heard with how the music is booming , enough to shake the house like you’re in a cartoon of some sort.
the door swings open , you notice it was a girl , but she paid no attention to you , quickly going back to dancing with her friends. you shyly step into the house and close the door behind you. trying your best to ignore the music and the smell of cigarettes in the air , you make your way to the only place dallas would be at this hour.
his room. either sleeping , or smoking.
you don’t knock first , or made any sort of sound to be let in , you just do it.
and of course , you were right. dallas was at his window smoking. the window was slightly open. his back was facing you until you opened the door.
“ hey dallas. “
“ hey. why’re you here? checkin’ up on me? you’re so kind. “ he teases and you roll your eyes.
“ actually , i’ve gotta complaint. “
dallas raises a brow , and makes a weird sound. “ mmh? do tell. “
you sigh and close the door , trying to ignore the way the house is shaking. the ashtray on the edge of the window is slightly shaking as the music downstairs booms. “ you are horrible at fake dating. “ you deadpan and he laughs.
“ sorry , but can i let you know that i’ve never done this before? usually if i’m with a girl , i’m with her. this is different. “
“ exactly my point , dallas. why not just treat me like you would treat your girlfriend? “
he blinks and stares at you blankly. “ well , you aren’t my girlfriend. that’s the thing , now listen , [name] — “
“ dude , fake dating is everything couples do just without the love. think of it like that , would you? “ you groan. it’s one of those nights he’s trying to be smart and make you look dumb.
“ i mean , “ he takes a drag from his cigarette. “ sure. i guess. you complain a whole lot about us not giving off an actual dating vibe. you like me or somethin’? “
you gag. he’s right , but he’s wrong. you would try dating him , but you honestly just wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to give it your all , and knowing dallas , he wouldn’t give anywhere close to anything.
“ no. ew , not in a million years you fucking �� you fucking freak! “ you point at him with a scowl , and he smiles , putting his cigarette out and onto the ashtray , he walks over to his bed and kicks his shoes off.
“ mhm. got it. just for your ex. right. okay. “
you nod in agreement , and you begin to head for the door.
“ wait , where are you goin’? downstairs? i didn’t take you for the party type. “ he chuckled at his own joke , and the look on your face was just about the opposite.
“ i’m going home. “
“ at this hour? “
“ i walked here at this hour , for your information. “
“ dangerous girl. come on , lay down. “
“ like.. “ you turn around and point at him in disgust. “ with you? “ he nods and your face does nothing but twist more. “ no. that’s disgusting. id rather walk home. “
dallas sighs. “ you’re crazy , man. you want us to act like we’re dating , then you don’t. could you pick a side? “
“ there’s no one around so we don’t have to act dallas. please. use your head. “
“ alright , if you wanna walk home then go ahead. “ he urges you out , and you do exactly that. he looks pissed that you don’t wanna stay.
such an asshole.
the next day at school went rather smooth , you went to your same classes , annoyed the teachers , hung out with your friends at lunch , and made it to the end of the day.
“ i’ll see you tomorrow , right? “ your friend lorelai asks.
“ yup , i promise. love ya , bye! “ you wave frantically as she walks away , and another voice rings from behind you.
“ hey babe. “ an all too familiar voice speaks out. and you can already feel yourself getting irritated. “ don’t call me that , it’s over between us. cant you just — “
“ got somethin’ for you. “ he says , shoving flowers in your face and you fight the urge to sneeze , or yell. you close your eyes and with an irritated sigh , you push it away from your face. “ i don’t want your shit , please go away. “ you say as you turn and walk away from him. “ ah — wait! “ he calls out and you make an annoyed sound , with a groan , you keep walking.
“ i don’t wanna hear it , fuck off. i’m being nice. “ you roll your eyes as he stutters over his words.
“ your boyfriend is cheating on you. “
“ what? “
you don’t know what to say to that. dallas isn’t your boyfriend , but he’s covering for you. so stuff like this won’t happen.
“ what do you mean? “ you turn around and he sighs in relief when he has your attention.
“ at buck’s last night , i saw you walk in but was too out to say anything. after you left dallas was downstairs and had a girl pinned to the wall. the rest you should know. “
you ball your fist , and you don’t know who to be angry at.
you settle on both.
how could he be so damn reckless?
as soon as you get your ex off your trail , you storm to your house. you look at your calendar and you’re actually quite happy that it’s friday for once. you can sleep all day , maybe hang out with johnny and pony later , get into some trouble with them , or try your best to stay out of it.
though , a part of you just wants to rest for the whole weekend.
you know on monday your ex is going to spread the word , and then he’ll be hot back on your tail again. you wish he would just.. forget about you.
it’s totally not like he’s the one who said you guys should break up after he cheated on you. why doesn’t he go back to the girl he oh so loves more than you?
you get annoyed at the thoughts , and kick your feet on your bed , rambling on to yourself.
until those kicks and your voice came to a stop as you heard 8 knocks in a rhythm on your window.
it better not be dallas — too childish. two-bit , maybe?
you pray that it’s not dallas , or your ex. anyone but those two , fucking anyone.
instead of having to shoo said people away , you figure out it was johnny and ponyboy.
you smile.
“ hey , [name]. “ johnny says in that same voice he always uses. it’s soft , and you can barley hear it while you open the window. ponyboy shoves his hands in his pockets.
“ hey guys , what’s the matter? “ you ask , and johnny shakes his head while ponyboy speaks up.
“ nothin’. just wanted to tell you that we are going to the drive in and wanted to ask you to tag along. “
you hum in response , giving it deep thought. you figured ; you don’t have anything else to do anyway , so you’ll just go.
“ sure , when? “ you glance between the two boys.
“ well , we are just walking around right now , doing random things. if you wanna join that — “
“ don’t make it seem like we are doing bad things , ponyboy. just walkin’ around. “ johnny says scoldingly , and you stifle a laugh.
“ sure , i’ll tag along. just let me put something random on. give me a second! “ you answer and you disappear into your house as the boys wait outside of your window.
you decide on something random , baggy jeans , a shirt that fits nicely on you , and beaten up converse that johnny somehow got for you.
you fix your hair slightly , though nothing big has to be done to it because you had done it in the morning for school.
with that , you grab your wallet , and return to the window.
“ hold this , pony , “ you toss your wallet to him and slowly make your way out of the window. johnny gets close to make sure you don’t fall. you reach up behind you to close the window just slightly , you have to make sure you’re able to get back in without getting yelled at by your parents.
once your out and you fix your shirt , pony gives you your wallet back , and you guys begin to walk away from your house.
“ so where we headed? “ johnny asked seemingly the both of you.
“ i wanna see a fight. “ you say and ponyboy hesitated before nodding , johnny shrugs and agrees.
“ just gotta be out of there before the fuzz pull up. “ johnny says and you genuinely laugh.
you all indeed kept to your word , fights are easy to find around your parts , and it’s like a free movie before you even go to the drive in. in some fights , knives are pulled , guns that aren’t loaded yet scare everyone away , and some used objects nearby. you usually don’t stay for those fights incase it gets too bloody.
night begins to fall , and all three of you began to make your way over to the drive in.
“ you guys know what movie we are watching? “
“ nah man , most of the times i don’t even understand the movies we watch. “ johnny comments as he hops the gate , pony does it flawlessly , and you , lastly , slightly struggle to jump over the fence. they seemed to exchange a glance and stifle a laugh , but you try to pay no attention to it.
as you go to sit down , johnny and pony tell you to find seats and they’ll go and get popcorn , while you don’t want to alone , you shrug and do so anyways.
the movie seems to be some sort of beach movie , telling from the surfing and the screams of the girls. it’s trash , but it’s also the 60s. some said the 2000s are promised to be better. so you’ll go off of that.
you see four open seats in the near front. obviously , there’s only two of you , but the thought of two-bit coming along with the chance is high. so you take a seat in the middle. you sit down and take a view of everyone around you , you see some socs , but for the most part they seem to be behaving slightly well. so you turn from their direction. another group of people you see are greaser girls.
sylvia is one of them.
you scoff and hold your head in your palm , you were getting bored without johnny and pony. how long was the line? you had to have spent atleast 4 minutes looking for seats and sitting there.
“ hey , this seat taken? “
before you register the familiar voice , you speak up. “ uh — yeah , my friends are — “ you look up to the person when something just small clicks and tells you to look.
and you’re not very happy that you did.
“ dallas? “
“ the only one round here , thank you. “ he says , completely ignoring what you had said earlier and taking a seat next to you , wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “ thank god for that. “ you sigh and he seems to just get a little pissed off about it.
“ your ex is here , over there. “ he nods his head in the direction and you dare only look for a second. yup. that’s him. but you still aren’t very happy with what dallas did.
“ oh. “ you shift uncomfortably and slowly nudge his arm off , to which he puts it on again , and this time you actually push his arm away. “ move , please. “
“ what’s with ya? is it over me askin’ you to stay that night? c’mon. bring it in — “
“ get the hell off me , dallas. “
“ so that’s not the problem. what is it , then? “
you shrug and cross your arms. “ nothing. “
“ you actin’ like a bitch ain’t nothin.’ “
“ what did you just call me ? “
before dallas can respond , ponyboy and johnny arrive at the seats.
“ man , we were looking all over for you. “ ponyboy says and johnny heads to the seat on the other side of you.
“ hey dal. “ johnny speaks out and dallas puts up a hand. “ ey’ johnnycakes. “ dallas says as he stiffens up. dallas gives you a look , but you don’t share it , nor do you speak.
you don’t say anything at all for the whole movie.
when the movies are done and over with , bottles tossed onto the ground , and the laughing and crowds die down and leave , all four of you are left walking down the street.
“ you better hurry home , ponyboy , or darry won’t let you hear the end of it. “ johnny says , more than teasing , he seems serious.
“ i know , i know , i’m goin’. “ he waves you all off and you all say your byes.
even though you knew it , johnny was the next to go. he claimed that he didn’t want to head home and made his way to the lot. you offered him to sleep at your house but he nicely declined. and from the looks of it , dallas didn’t seem to like the idea of it either. johnny didn’t notice , somehow.
once johnny was out of earshot , dallas spoke up. and he sounded more than mad.
“ what the fuck is your problem tonight? “
“ what’s my problem? what is your problem , dallas ?! “ you whisper shout.
“ you’ve been acting like an ass , what happened to fake dating? “
you groan and mentally face palm , sighing.
“ my ex said he saw you cheating on me at the party the other night. “
“ what? “ he laughs dryly , amused. “ and you’re gonna believe him over me? what the fuck , [name]? are you fuckin’ — insane? “
you push him away and he frowns. “ maybe i am! now he’ll think we’ve broken up , and i bet he’ll tell the whole school! then it’ll go to flames! “ you sigh. “ honestly , you were no damn help anyways. “ you wave dismissively and turn the other way.
“ alright then , fuck you! you’ll believe your ex over your own friend? maybe you deserve to be humiliated at school. “ he spits , and even though it’s a dagger in your heart , you don’t turn around. your heartbeat is way too fast to that. and there’s no way you can give in.
you try to keep yourself together as you walk home ; you really do. but you can’t. your silent sobs turn into cries , and you just pray nobody can hear you. if they did , you think you would just pass away then and there.
you make it home , and slide open your window , crawling in and collapsing on the floor , and only then do you silent your cries to avoid waking up your parents.
did dallas really mean what he said?
the following day was saturday , but to you it felt like a monday. like you had to get up for something , though you didn’t , you just had an itch you couldn’t quite get to.
you decided that you wouldn’t go out that day , your parents wouldn’t be back til evening , you had just went to the movies , and you felt like absolute shit knowing what was going to go down on monday.
and the fact you had just lost a friend.
maybe you overreacted , sure. but he promised to fake date you and make sure
and to be honest , you loved dallas. you really did.
it started when you first asked him , it could’ve been anyone you could ask , it could’ve been sodapop to make it more believable , or johnny because of how two-bit claimed you both act the same , but you didn’t.
it started when you first asked him , it could’ve been anyone you could ask , it could’ve been sodapop to make it more believable , or johnny because of how two-bit claimed you both act the same , but you didn’t.
you picked the worst boy in the group , you picked dallas winston. and you believe your so , so stupid —
an object was thrown at your window.
you crack your eye open and hiss when the sunlight invades it. it’s too blurry for you to see anything , so you weakly swat at air.
“ go away.. “ you manage to mutter , but it obviously wasn’t even close to being heard when another series of objects that you make out to be pebbles come in contact with your window.
you sluggishly get up , and stumble over to the window , when you open it , you dodge a pebble without even trying to. you stare blankly behind you , mostly ignoring the person who was throwing things at your window. you hoped it was just a kid , or something , if they left you could go right back to sleep.
you almost didn’t register dallas hopping into your room without a word.
you wanna yell at him , scream , tell him to get out of your house , but you don’t.
instead you silently walk back over to your bed , lift the blanket , and flop onto your bed. you hear dallas light a cigarette , but you tune it out.
you try to tune him out in general , but it obviously doesn’t work when he speaks out to you.
“ hey. could you get up? “
“ that’s a bunch of work , man. “ you grumble.
“ alright , get up. i needa explain myself before you get all grumpy at me again. “
you already are , but without a word , you get up and sit on your bed. you push dallas away so he doesn’t sit next to you.
with a annoyed sigh , dallas begins to speak again. “ look , i don’t know why you would believe that shithead , but i ain’t cheat on you. “ you nod , not really believing him. “ you realize what he’s doin’ , right? he’s trying to ‘break’ us up so he has a better chance again. i was in my room all night. “
when you nod your head again , dallas can tell that you’re blankly not listening , he walks towards you and grabs your shoulders. and at this rate , you being fully awake , find the energy to tell him off.
“ get out of my house. “
“ you aren’t listening to me. “
“ because you’re a liar. i know you. “
dallas scoffs. “ you don’t know shit , clearly. “
“ what do i not know about you , dallas? “
“ hmm , i don’t fucking know , maybe that i’m not lyin’ and you’re believing your stupid ex over me , and the fact that i like you — “
“ what? “
“ wasn’t it obvious , [name]? “ he leans in close. too close.
and you realized all too late , it was obvious.
the way he accepted to fake date you so quick and was so happy about it , the pet names he slipped in every so often , the physical touch , the way he acted around you.
but you had to make sure.
“ like , you uh , love me? “
“ yes , you fucking idiot. i’ve loved you for a long time by now. why would i ruin my only chance to be with you? “ he says , he almost seems annoyed with the way he shakes you.
“ so.. what? “
“ what do you mean so what , you gon believe me or believe your ex? “
you both still in silence , dallas raises an eyebrow when you both make eye contact. you mumble something he doesn’t quite get , and he cocks his head closer to your ear. “ what? speak up. “
“ i said i believe you — i believe you dallas. “
“ it’s dal for you. “
you sigh. “ i’m sorry , dal. i’m sorry for not believin’ you and being an ass. “
“ it’s fine. i’m gonna beat that little shits ass when i see em’ though. “ he says as he backs away from you , and sits on your bed.
“ where’s your parents? “
“ work. wont be back til evening. “
“ evening , huh? “ dallas repeats what you said. “ it’s barley 6am , y’know , that could leave us time to.. “ dallas trails off , and it only takes a second to click what he wants.
“ wha — dallas — already? i mean , are we even — “
“ what we are is up to you , sweetheart. i personally have my own opinions , but your the boss. just make sure you aren’t flirtin’ with any guys , yeah? “ dallas teases and tangles his hand in your hair , you smile nervously , and fidget with your hands.
the action is slowly stopped as he took one of your hands and held it with his other , you jolted a bit when he pushed your head in for a kiss , you could barley catch your breath and the fact that this was the dallas winston giving you a kiss didn’t help with your breathing. when he pulled away , he couldn’t help but laugh at you trying to catch your breath.
“ s’pretty. can’t believe this is all mine now. “ he whispers to nobody in particular and gently pushes you farther onto the bed , and you feel yourself heating up already.
“ is this okay , doll? can i do this? “ he releases your hair and places a hand on your stomach , slowly trailing it up , you get goosebumps but you don’t comment.
“ y — yeah.. please.. “ your plead falls silent as he finds his way to your chest , and massages your breast.
“ tell me if i’m too rough. i don’t mean to be. “ and that’s something you didn’t expect from dallas , you expected him to maybe be rough , and just apologize after.
and that gets you thinking.
does he even know what aftercare is?
it’s honestly harder than you expected to focus on thinking and what he’s doing to you as of now. you thought it was a joke of how hard it is to concentrate in situations like this , but it indeed isn’t. not when he’s still apologizing for the things he said to you , which is surprisingly in itself to get an apology from the dallas winston , but he’s also telling you how great you’re doing and being ever so gentle.
“ dallas — “ he makes a sound of disapproval and you weakly clear your throat. “ dals , can you — can i — have a , uh - like , y’know.. a — “ before you can form the word , dallas’ lips are already crushed on yours , and you can’t bring yourself to pull away again , you just sink into the bed.
dallas removes his hand from under your shirt and he slowly travels his hand lower and lower , eventually finding a grip on your pants and panties at once , and you can’t say that you were ever ready for the way he pulled them both off and discarded them off your bed. in a desperate attempt of covering yourself , you stretch your shirt.
“ don’t gotta hide from me. god , so beautiful , doll. so beautiful. “ he grins as he pulls your shirt out of your hands , you look to the side in embarrassment , and instead cover your face. this time , dallas doesn’t move your hands away.
“ my face not.. “ you trail off as you watch him messily unbutton his jeans through a crack in between your hands , and you shiver as he drops them and you realize that he’s basically already made a wet spot in his trousers. “ wait — holy shit , dal , no warm up? come on — i don’t even know your size! “
you stabled yourself on his arms and he laughs , mixed with an inhale. “ mhm? you still need that even with how your dripping? i’ve barley touched you yet , man. “
you remove your hands from your face , and run one through dallas’ hair , and he removes his trousers. you don’t look down at all , you’re scared to. even as he leans down and goes for your neck , going way too high for any of your shirts to cover.
and you still don’t look. even as he whispers sweet nothing into your ears and slowly slides into you , telling you you’re going to be just fine when your breath hitches and you whine at the stretch.
you feel like your insides are being ripped , in a good way but at the same time , goddamn.
“ y’fine.. just fine.. gonna be alright , gonna be still f’me , yeah? “
you let out a choked moan as he goes for your neck again , except on the other side and lower than the last. when he pulls away , you nod. a very late answer but when he’s inside you and sucking on your neck it’s just ever so slightly hard to talk.
even though you knew he was gonna move eventually , you weren’t ready for it. he pulls out slowly , and like he promised , he’s gentle. a slow pull and a slow push.
“ bet your ex couldn’t do this. “ he groans , lightly picking up the pace as your sounds , aswell as skin going against skin grows with it. “ couldn’t fuck you like i will. “ he laughs dryly , grabbing your waist. you let out a whine mixed with a moan , and you render your hands utterly useless to save you.
it’s not like anyone is home anyway.
“ he couldn’t , could he? hmm ? “ he leans in close to your ear face , and you shake your head , in response , he makes a face of disapproval. “ words , doll , words. “ he urges you , and you have to actually think in order to say your answer.
“ n… fuck — no , he — he couldn’t. “ you gasp out most of the words , and that must’ve riled him up because his pace picked up even more , and at this point , words weren’t even possible. just gasps and moans , and whatever other sounds you could make out.
so much for gentle.
you get a tingling feeling in your stomach , and you notice at some points dallas sometimes gets sloppy and off pace , yet his grunts stay low.
you reach for the back of his head , and try to push it down , which he smiles at and leans down into yet another kiss , though this one is filled with messiness and saliva.
this time you don’t have to struggle for air , the amount of gasps you gave out were probably more than enough.
you whine into the kiss as that feeling in your stomach swirls , and suddenly you aren’t doing such a great job at that ‘ staying still. ‘
the kiss is broken with pants from both of you , what mostly disgusts you are the spit trail that falls right on your chest , even as heated as you are , it still feels cold.
“ e — ew.. dal.. t — that’s.. that’s fuckin’.. “ you try to manage , but you also can’t find it in you to actually complain correctly.
you sigh , and finally relax your shoulders. the pain on your neck doesn’t exactly go away.
you look up at dallas , and he looks absolutely beautiful. the morning sun coming in from your window makes him look like some sort of greek god , except for the fact he sure doesn’t act like one.
“ so.. “ he chuckles. “ how about a blowjob? “
“ dal , i’ll fucking kill you. let me recover. “
what ? uh. i’m not late you’re late hahahahahaha
aaaaaah… this is ass i’m sorry
in all seriousness , sorry for being late !! i fell sick and decided to rot and play roblox instead. yes i still play roblox. fight me if you disagree.
taglist : @mrsdillonx , @r0seb100d , @every1hatesmayaa !!
#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston#the outsiders dally#the outsiders#smut#angst#ish? idk#someone sedate me#one day my tags will make sense.
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Here are my headcannons for Jojo villain house and how I think they’d each approach chores
Dio
Refuses to do chores outright. He sees himself as above such menial labor and will either try to manipulate someone else into doing them or make excuses.
If he has to clean, expect a dramatic show of irritation. He’ll use The World to do everything inhumanly fast, pausing time and leaving the room spotless but making sure everyone knows how beneath him the task was.
Biggest offender: Leaving blood filled wine glasses around the house when he forgets about them.
Kars
Insists on having things done “the right way” and will redo someone’s work if it’s not up to his impossibly high standards.
Enjoys organizing. He might spend hours rearranging bookshelves, ensuring they’re sorted by theme, era, and importance to human evolution.
He delegates tasks to others but criticizes their technique endlessly.
Biggest offender: Lecturing everyone about how primitive humans are and how they’ve “desecrated” the art of maintaining a clean space.
Yoshikage Kira
The only one who genuinely enjoys chores- as long as it’s quiet. He finds cleaning therapeutic and uses it as an excuse to stay away from the others.
His favorite chore is folding laundry, particularly because it lets him admire the way hands move as they grab onto fabric, bend, and fold.. He folds everything with military precision.
He despises dirty dishes and will passive aggressively complain about anyone leaving them in the sink.
Biggest offender: The ungodly amount of nail clippings he produces.
Diavolo
Doesn’t do chores, period. He considers them a waste of time and relies on Doppio to handle everything. If questioned, he’ll walk away.
He gets visibly annoyed when the house isn’t clean but refuses to do anything about it himself. If someone confronts him, he’ll use King Crimson to skip the argument entirely.
Biggest offender: Leaving half empty coffee cups everywhere.
Doppio
He takes on messes left by Diavoll without complaint. He tries to stay cheerful, but even he gets overwhelmed when Diavolo’s mess becomes too much. Occasionally, he’ll mutter to himself about how unhelpful the others are.
Enjoys vacuuming because of its repetitive and calming nature, aslo it drowns out the chaos of the house.
Biggest offender: Picking up random items to make his phone calls and leaving them out of place.
Enrico Pucci
Insists on assigning everyone their tasks at the start of the week, using philosophical arguments to convince them that chores and daily routines are part of some higher plan.
He’s efficient but doesn’t tolerate laziness, constantly nagging the less helpful men to pull their weight.
Pucci has a habit of singing hymns while sweeping or mopping the floor, which unnerves everyone.
Biggest offender: Rearranging everyone’s personal belongings to organize the house according to “the Lord’s” standards.
Funny Valentine
Treats chores as a matter of patriotic pride. He gives long winded speeches about how a clean home reflects the strength of the household.
He has a habit of delegating tasks and overseeing them rather than just doing them himself. He’ll help if absolutely necessary but only with "important" jobs like cooking or maintaining the garden.
Obsessively cleans anything that might tarnish his image, like the front porch or living room. He makes sure guests (if they ever get any) think the house is always immaculate.
Biggest offender: He sometimes makes a mess intentionally to test others' "dedication to the cause."
Chore Dynamics in the House
Dio and Kars constantly fighting over who’s more above doing chores.
Pucci trying to convince Dio into participating, only for Dio to scoff and vanish dramatically.
Kira scolding Diavolo for leaving things dirty while Doppio tries to mediate.
Best team: Doppio and Kira. They’re the only ones who actually get things done without complaining.
Worst team: Dio and Diavolo. They’ll spend hours arguing about something and never lift a finger.
Pucci and Kira end up supervising everything like a pair of exasperated parents, while Valentine alternates between helping and giving motivational speeches no one asked for.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#diavolo#dio#dio brando#doppio#enrico pucci#funny valentine#kars#jjba headcanons#dio headcannons#pucci#kars jjba#kira#kira yoshikage#yoshikage kira
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the more I think about it the more I think the complaint of Vi in season 2 is coming from people who don't understand what its like to spiral into a pit of despair with no motivation to do anything meaniful. And her getting into fights via wrestling type situation does fit her character as we see in season 1 her getting into well.. a lot of fights.. mainly with seveika.. Vi lost Powder in a sense that she went from a innocent kid to a murderer who blew up a building so her joining the side to take care of what she blames herself for makes sense. I dont' think people get the GUILT she feels for all the death Jinx/Powder caused..
I just think her losing Jinx/Powder/ Caitlyn Thats two people she failed took a lot out of her in her mind she had nothing to fight for. Vi felt like she was nothing and had nothing if there was no one to protect .. And is grieving the lost of her sister and girlfriend and has to live with all the pain caused by caused by Jinx her baby sister who became a murderor and a kidnapper.. and a Terrorist.. all in less than a week and I see critics bascially going I hate tha Vi didnt save Jinx its ooc for her personality not be a 100 percent on jinx. But her goal was to save POWDER not Jinx. to her Jinx and Powder were not the same. Powder was her baby sister who wouldnt harm anyone.. onpurpose.. Jinx killed enforcers/firelights/blew up a bulding without any regrets.. that includes Zaun People.. that I noticed people Forget about.
vi spent what 8 years in prison with her goal being find Powder only to find out she became a murderor .. saw her kidnap a girl she had developed romantic feelings for .. and saw her blow up a building. in less than a WEEK.. and people will still go Vi sh ould have saved Jinx/ should focus on only jinx.. why does she care about her girlfirend all she should care about is jinx.. ignoring how much of a mental toll everything jinx did must have taken on her.
Then of course she can't kill jinx i couldn't kill my sib so i get that.. and caitlyn dumps her after being told she's acting like Jinx the very person who killed Caitlyns mother.. im not going to say she was right to hit vi.. it just seems that people take the whole thing out of context acting like she beat the crap out of her when that was acutally Ekko who beat the crap out of Jinx because Jinx killed his FRIENDS..
I just think people expect a lot of vi .. like her siste is a murderor.. its not up to Vi to save her it shouldn't be up to Vi to save her. the duty of a sibling isn't to save them its to be there for them yes but not when they're out there commiting murders.
And People forget this all happens in like less than a WEEK.. She's in her 20s and still hasn't discoverd show she is either.. 8 years in prison goes to find Powder/ Powder is a murderor/ her new crush gets kidnapped her crush mom is killed by Powder /along with other people.. .. She can't save Jinx she can't help Caitlyn kill Jinx because sibling love does run deep.. I'dknow.. so her wandering aimlessly without a purpose.. and im sure feeling very deprssed makes a lot of sense. Esp for those of us with Depression if you ever had a spiral and felt like you were sinking into a pit. I imagine for Vi its a 100 times worse . cause agian her sib is a murderor and her girlfriend dumped her.. rather callously. anyway i guess im just tired of criticism being. I'm not happy the character.. didn't do what I wanted them to do. as a lot of criticism for vi i see mainly revolves around its bad she got with cait shes toxic she needs to go after jinx.. jinx who is a murderor that kidnapped her sister and her sorta/girlfriend.. that doesn't scream toxic codependcy if vis whole purpose should be to save her sister.
I will say I am bummed Jinx was Tamed down in season 2.. Iwas looking forward to her being like her game character I thought thats were the end of season 1 was leading.. but.. nope. ohwell.
anyway that's all i gotta say about vi.. as someone who suffers depression i think her arc did make sense and wish that we got to see more of it outside of 2 minutes butohwell.
and honestly her and cait having sex in prison was the best sex scene i've seen in my 30 years of watching tv.. .. and was a long time coming since cait/vi had sexual chemistry since the episode they first met.. i dont belive vi knew jinx was suicidal vi was focused on okay im saving my sister.. then bam sister locks her behind bars.. she's feeling upset/emotional/is hurting and caitlyn goes into to be i knew you do this in a way that supports Vis choice. she supported Vis choice.. to let jinx go. Vi is overwhelemed with emotion and lunges at caitlyn,.. maybe some people hate it takes place in prison .. how it happens. makes sense to me. the idea that vi needs to be a character revoloving only on jinx is kinda maddening.
and I like Jinx btw.. preferred her in s1 tho..
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Scorpio
The most toxic man alive but also a very well trusted and respectable boss and leader of the Zodiac.
#my characters#truly the man is like a poisonous hedgehog... just makes poison quills and projectiles#and if his life is in danger and he is unable to actually think about it his body just exudes a toxic gas as a last measure#to try and protect himself but he doesnt actually have control over that one#so yeah most toxic guy around and very nice guy unless you ask Cancer who is his right hand man#Cancer is kinda divided on Scorpio bc yeah like sure he looks after everyone really well buuuuut#hes also kinda weird (to Cancer specifically) so like you know uhhhh kinda hard to be chill with that#and while im talking about them Cancer is a noncombative sign and is group heals#and he is a VERY skilled healer and can heal through your clothing which is most of his complaints with Scorpio who likes to just#remove his clothing when hurt and is like there now you can see it better#and yes hes aware it unsettles Cancer but! Cancer hasnt quit yet! so theres still hope in getting him to lighten up!#as a Gemini im gonna be honest Gemini is Scorpios number one fan and idolizes him#its totally fine im not projecting at all i promise#and in turn Scorpio is like ok we all know what the objective is correct? and everyone is like protect Gemini we know#and no actually that isnt wrong but at the same time not right....#hes a good boss ! which is unique to his group since this is in a plot with uhhh the seven deadly sins and other large groups#and none of them really have a designated boss - just the Zodiac#and when he isnt in the above outfit which is for battle he really likes fancy formal wear#so black slacks and shoes with a purple button up and then a black vest#and sometimes a tie but thats a little more rare and for SPECIAL occasions rather than the daily formal
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you know, sometimes I think about how I have pretty much never heard a student complaint that wasn’t valid on some level. They’re often responding to real problems/flaws/inconsistencies/weaknesses in something and their critiques of it are often more precise and dead-on than we give them credit for. but they’re right (when they’re right) in a void. they have 0 context and so the judgment is off even when they’re hitting the mark.
#anyways it’s hard to be a teacher. man.#like. they have all the venom and force behind their complaints of youth and righteous indignation#and energy and all of it#and I’m just kind of like ‘yes. and also you do not fully understand’#‘and won’t until you grow up and maybe not even then’#but I can’t always tell them that. definitely not one on one#anyways I wrestle so much with the parts of my job I could work harder at#and the parts of it that are in a sense undoable. or undoable except in an imperfect way#or undoable at a certain high exacting standard#I am sure I often cut myself too much slack!#because frankly I hate an approach to teaching that sort of runs on the course of people pleasing and working yourself to death#I would never I will never I COULD never#but also. it’s#not not true that sometimes I just be missing things! fudging the lines! overlooking.#being lazy#and that’s a hard thing to judge#and live with and feel good about all the time#teaching tag
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cassandra isnt using the cheese wheel anymore. F
#ghosts howling#oh it was so fucking funny though#other things: war table is so stressful. throne is stressful. heron may be a good leader but i sure am not#i think im holding her back.. not making the smart decisions... because im not very smart#im too scared to sit on the throne again so only like two people have been sentenced and one was the tutorial guy#and i fucked it up (it was in character but fucking things up still hurts me even if its in character. because im an empath (joke))#my mercenary company loves me which is GOOD heron loves them too. im glad they were happy with fighting demons#ummm other stuff? im still emo about varric. im also emo over the fact that hes probably the character with highest approval rn#(idk how to check or if you even can check) so like the guy i get along with the best is the guy who i personally hurt beyond belief#feeling so very normal about it#i dont think im able to keep anyone happy. im so bad at this stuff. but also its everyone elses fault for suddenly making me a prophet#so now theyre going to have to deal with me and how bad i am at politics#also i hate how many war table nodes are best solved with spies i can rarely find something to throw cullen onto#uugghh why am i MINMAXING TIME in a SINGLE PLAYER GAME#okay theres my daily complaint about war table timers back to grinding areas and side quests and such while they play out
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decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy
#literally can't work with my new boss bc i can't trust her#she went to the head of the department with complaints abt me without ever speaking to me or giving me any indication she was unhappy#and various other reasons im not happy w management and the school in general#HOWEVER#i love the kids sm and im gonna miss them and worry abt them 😭😭😭😭#im literally scared for some of them bc it feels like the other teachers have no empathy for some of my favorite kids#one of them who is so so sweet and when he cries i'm the girst to comfort him bc everyone else thinks he needs to toughen up 😭#also my new boss sucks so so bad and is gonna be such a bad influence on him and all the other kids#and my main co teacher said she's gonna quit if i do so i cant even beg her to look out for my babies and take care of them ��💔#and it would be unprofessional to mention any concerns to the parents but genuinely some of the kids would be better off elsewhere#like im actually worried about it#i dont want some of the really sweet sensitive kids to lose their sweetness bc they're being treated unkindly#and the worst bullies and spoiled kids are the ones the teachers dote on#so it encourages some of the sweet ones to act out for attention#anyway 💔#i really do need to go tho#and i'm sure i'll love the kids at my new job#but im so sadddd#also its unlikely i can find a well paying job w this age group even tho i love this age group#its basically impossible not to get attached to them at this age and i get to pick them up and hold and cuddle them and stuff#and you cant really do that with the older kids sadly#literally on the verge of tears even seriously thinking abt leaving#things have been p bad for a while due to management but i never seriously considered leaving bc i love the kids so much#but i literally can't see a future here#and my new boss clearly hates me and im worried she's going to try to get me fired#she already made up a bunch of lies about me and its only been three weeks#anyway i only make 15 an hour so hopefully i'll at least get more somewhere else and i know i'll still love the kids#its just really hard#which is why i've stayed this long#i was p unhappy before my new boss even started bc of the way they treated my old boss
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Couple months ago I had Beanfest on the mind and remembered a little thing that happened early in the first Beanfest and it inspired me to draw:
Cater, how could you? The worst thing Cater has ever done is snub Deuce out of a Beans Camo, that other jacket should have been his!
Never forget what they took from us.
Oh and I also made Starsending Cater because I can.
#twisted wonderland#twst#my art#we were robbed of beanfest Deuce#he wouldve shared with cater they couldve been twins!#i swapped him with cater because cater was the one who took this from him#dont worry Cay-Cay we still love you#lil chibi edition! because I cant draw them the other way#posting this now because beanfest is rerunning in JPN server#sure this is for the other beanfest but eh I say it still works#Im actually working on a few other drawings with similar energy but I am slow busy and picky so those will take a while#I just want to share the vision#while I say they should have twinned I drew cater by the logic of if Deuce got beanfest Cater got Starsending#while I do love me some Beanfest Deuce he was the perfect Starsender#deuce spade#cater diamond#absolutely adore both events dont take my “complaint” too seriously
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