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What Baby Wants, Baby Gets : ÌÌâ Max Verstappen
summary: he might try and guilt you for making him go out in the early hours to satisfy your cravings, but you won't let him win
You couldnât help but smile as Max groaned beside you, his arms stretching up before his hands ran over his face, head tilting to his left so that he could glance across and take a look at you.Â
âMorning,â you whispered, resting your head down against his shoulder. âDid you have a good sleep?â You then asked, sniggering as Max scoffed, his head immediately shaking across at you.Â
In the early hours you found yourself struggling, unable to push the thoughts of your cravings to the back of your mind. For a while Max managed to ignore it, but eventually he made the mistake of asking if you wanted something, only for you to tell him yes.Â
It felt like a figure of speech when you first fell pregnant, with Max telling you to get him if you needed something, wherever, whenever. But he didnât quite imagine himself actually being woken up at two in the morning with you begging him to help you out.Â
âLast night was a one-time thing,â Max told you, covering his mouth as he let go of a yawn. âDo you know how long it took for me to fall back to sleep? Especially with you snoring right beside me.âÂ
An apology came from you, but so did a chuckle as Max glared down at you. As soon as your craving what satisfied, you found yourself easily able to fall asleep, not worrying about Max and the fact that he was now the restless one tucked up beside you.Â
Although he teased, he was relieved to see you resting though, knowing just how little sleep you were getting with your baby constantly reminding you that he was there.Â
âI do appreciate what you did last night,â you whispered, brushing your hand gently through Maxâs hair. âYou didnât have to get up and run to the store.âÂ
âI did, because I promised that I would always do whatever I could to help you,â Max reminded you, kissing against the top of your head, âand what baby wants, baby gets.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max trailed one of his hands down to rest against the top of your baby bump, his smile wide as he felt just how big it was again, knowing that you were already nearing the halfway mark.Â
âI know for a fact that this little one appreciates what you do too, they were feeling particularly peckish last night,â you added, pressing a kiss to Maxâs shoulder.Â
His eyes rolled as once again you used the baby to get to him, knowing that if there was one person that he couldnât say no to, it was definitely your baby.Â
âI canât wait for when the baby arrives so I can tell you to go and get your own food again,â Max joked, âyou wonât be able to treat me like your slave anymore.âÂ
âYouâre so dramatic, donât pretend you donât enjoy all of this.âÂ
It wasnât exactly his favourite thing to do getting up in the early hours of the morning, but knowing that he was helping you out did fill Max with pride.Â
âMaybe Iâd enjoy it more if you asked at a decent time,â he laughed in response.Â
âI donât think I get much of a choice, if youâve got a problem, bring it up with your child instead,â you smiled, tapping against your baby bump.Â
Maxâs eyes watched over you carefully as you moved closer into his side, moving one of your hands to rest against the small of your back. A groan came from you as you tried to get comfortable again, a game that you had been playing with your child for several weeks now.Â
âDo you think the baby knows the most inconvenient times are to be annoying to us?â You asked Max, hearing a chuckle come from him. âWhy canât they be restless at lunch? That would be perfect.âÂ
âI donât think theyâre smart enough to tell the time yet,â Max sniggered, squeezing around your frame. âItâs going to get easier, hopefully the cravings will stop soon.âÂ
Your head nodded as Max tried his best to reassure you. Whenever you were struggling, he was right there with you, somehow Max always knew the right thing to say to make you feel better, making sure to hold onto you too to let you know that he was there.Â
âItâs going to be alright,â Max whispered closely to your ear, âwhatever comes our way then weâre just going to take it on together and find a way to figure things out.âÂ
You hummed as Max spoke, a lot more doubtful than he was. If he could, Max would read just about every baby book, watch every documentary, absorb as much knowledge as he possibly could to make sure he knew exactly what to do in every possible situation.Â
âIf itâs not morning sickness itâs cravings, and then once that finishes then itâs going to be the lack of sleep, soon enough Iâm not even going to be able to see my feet.âÂ
Before you could continue, Max quickly shushed you. âAnd Iâll be there to help you with all of that, no matter where we are or when it is.âÂ
âI thought you didnât like the early hours?âÂ
Max jabbed against your side as you teased him, knowing that regardless of the time he would always be there. It hurt him a lot seeing you so uncomfortable so often, he wished that there was more that he could do to make your life easier than it currently was.Â
âIf I were you, Iâd make the most of me running around after you,â Max grinned, âbecause once the baby is here, theyâll be the only person Iâll be waking up at three oâclock in the morning for.âÂ
âYou mean to say youâd leave me to fend for myself?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â Max jokingly smiled, âyouâre capable of getting up and sorting yourself out, a little baby isnât quite as developed as you are.âÂ
âIâm spending nine months growing this child of yours, just in case youâve forgotten that,â you quickly reminded him.Â
âI know, Iâm just messing with you,â Max assured, squeezing your frame. âI might have to cut myself in half so one part of me can look after you and the other look after the baby, that way I might just be able to be in two places at once.âÂ
âIâll be alright,â you whispered, only for Maxâs head to shake, refusing to let you take care of yourself straight away once the baby arrived.Â
It didnât matter whether you were pregnant or not, injured or in peak condition, Max loved looking after you and would always do so, regardless of how much you sometimes protested against him.Â
Now more than ever he was glued to your side, heâd tease you and mess with you but he wouldnât have it any other way, being able to help you was one of the things he enjoyed the most at the moment.Â
âI canât wait to see how things play out over the next few months, how big of a change is about to take place in our lives,â Max mused, resting his head on top of yours.Â
âIâm terrified,â you admitted, âno one can predict how this is going to play out, thereâs a fear of the unknown lingering in the back of my mind right now.âÂ
âYou donât need to worry,â Max assured you, âno matter what happens, weâre going to face it together, Iâm going to be right here with you.âÂ
âEven in the early hours of the morning?âÂ
âEven in the early hours my love.âÂ
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 5
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
âWhereâs Az?â Mor asked as Nesta and Cassian entered the dining room at the River House.
âBusy,â Cassian said with a shrug, as he pulled out the chair for his mate, greeting the rest of their family with a smile.Â
Mor cocked her head, a small frown appearing on her face. "Busy?" she repeated, a note of curiosity in her voice. "What's he up to?"
Busy. That had been Azrielâs answer to nearly everything after Koshei. Busy.
Even quieter than usual. Keeping away from all of themâŠand Cassian still heard that one sentence echo in his head. Better me than you. Like somehow Cassians life was worth more than Azrielâs.
Azriel was just being noble and self-sacrificing as usual, right? Cassian knew that his brother didn't really think that way, didn't really believe that his life was worth less than anyone else's. But still, the words haunted him. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, he had let Azriel down. That he hadn't been there when his brother had needed him the most.
Maybe he should have tried to talk to him...when it all went down⊠but then he hadn't realised what exactly was even going on, until Nesta had flatly laid it out for him one evening. Azriel had gotten over Mor only to fall in love with Elain...and that hadn't ended in his favour either.
Cassian grimaced just thinking about it. Azriel deserved to be happy. Azriel deserved a mate that loved him, a female that fucking adored himâŠand instead his brother had fallen not just for one, but two unavailable females.Â
And Azriel hadnât complained. Not once. He had never let it show.
He always kept his emotions hidden under that stoic mask of his, like he was afraid of letting anyone see how much he was hurting. Cassian knew that Azriel would never ask for help, that he would never admit that he needed someone to talk to. But that didn't mean that he didn't need it.Â
Cassian just wished that he could find a way to get Azriel to open up, to let him inâŠthat wouldnât involve beating him to a bloody pulp.Â
Azriel acted like everything was fine. Azriel acted like he didn't care. Cassian knew that it was a mask, knew that it wasn't the truth...but Azriel liked to pretend it was...and maybe it was better to let him pretend.Â
It wasn't like he was hurting anybody with it, right? He was doing his work just as well as he always did...and if he wanted to spend his free time reading Sellyn Drake books, maybe they should just let him do thatâŠmaybe it made him feel better.Â
"Maybe he's seeing his secret girlfriend," Cassian drawled.
Mor snorted at that suggestion. "Please," she said with a roll of her eyes. "As if Azriel would ever have time for a girlfriend, let alone a secret one."
"You would be surprised," Cassian muttered under his breath. Apparently Azriel had time for reading Sellyn Drake novels while locked into his room, after all.Â
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mor wondered. "He has been...distant lately," she said with a pout.
Cassian could only stare at her. Mor couldn't be serious right now, could she?
Of course, Azriel was distant to her. Mor had fucking broken his heart and trampled on it to top it off. And Cassian had helped her with through the years. He probably owed Azriel an apology for that as well.
And still, Azriel hadnât complained. Azriel hadnât called them out. Azriel had taken it silently. Had even congratulated Mor when her Mating Bond with Emerie had snapped. Had been painfully polite, making painfully sure that he didnât cross any lines, didnât make Emerie uncomfortable in any way.Â
"Just leave him be," Cassian said with a shrug. "He's reading Sellyn Drake novels, he'll be fine,â he waved her off.Â
Rhys nearly spit his wine over the table and instead started coughing violently. "Azriel is reading Sellyn Drake novels?!" he asked Cassian with an incredious stare.
"Apparently he has trust in Nesta's taste of literature," Cassian answered easily.
Mor raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sellyn Drake novels?" she repeated, eyeing Cassian like he had gone mad. "Since when does Azriel read those kinds of books? He's not exactly the...romantic type."
Or maybe there just never had been a single person that had appreciated that side of his brother. Who knew what Azriel actually was into.Â
Elain and Mor werenât similar in the slightest after all.Â
Cassian shrugged. "Maybe he's expanding his horizons," he said with a grin. "Or maybe he just wants to see what the fuss is all about. After all, Sellyn Drake is...surprisingly good. Or so I've heard, anyway." He gave a sidelong glance to Nesta, who simply rolled her eyes at him.
Still, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhys play absentmindedly with the stem of the wine glass. There was something there...between Rhys and Azriel that Cassian couldn't quite put his finger on. Some kind of tension...some kind of...something.
But lately, it had seemed like that tension had only been getting worse. Like they were both holding something back, like they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop. Cassian couldn't help wondering what would happen when that tension finally snapped.
***
"Winnowing or flying?" Azriel asked Sky as they stepped out into the icy early winter air.
"I...I can't...fly?" Sky answered haltingly, looking at him with these devastating blue eyes. They were beautiful. Not a light blue, not a teal, not bordering on violetâŠjust beautiful near cobalt blue. She probably would match his siphons, he reflected weakly.Â
"I'll fly, I'll carry you," he gave back with a chuckle. She stared at him like he was insane, her cheeks reddening.
"I...I...you...can...can't carry me. I am too...heavy," she mumbled. Now it was his turn to stare at her.
Azriel couldn't help but scoff at that. "Too heavy?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm an Illyrian warrior,â he told her drily. âI could carry a full-grown male into battle if I had to,and I have dragged full-grown males off the battlefieldâŠI can carry you.âÂ
Azriel couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Was she...was she seriously trying to tell him that she was too heavy for him to carry? She just so reached the middle of his chest! She definitely wasn't thin...her body was covered with soft flesh and lush curves, every inch of it soft and inviting...but even if she weighed twice her weight, he would easily be able to carry her. She would probably weigh next to nothing to him.
And yet, he could sense the insecurity in her voice, the way she didn't quite believe that he could carry her.
He stepped closer to her, placing his hand gently under her chin and tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful," he said softly, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "And I don't care how much you weigh, I can carry you. I want to carry you. Because you are mine and I will always protect you, no matter what."
Her breath hitched at that, and he could see the warmth spreading through her cheeks as her heart began to race. She looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes of hers, her lips parted slightly in surprise and wonder. "You...you really mean that?" she whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "You...you don't mind how big I am?"
Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I don't mind," he said gently. "I think you are absolutely perfect just the way you are. And if I have to carry you to prove it, then that is what I will do." And without another word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as easily.
She squeaked as they shot up in the sky and then she laughed, the sound bright and beautiful
They soared through the sky together, the wind blowing through their hair and clothes as they flew. The City of Starlight sprawled out beneath them, a beautiful tapestry of color and light. Azriel held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the sound of her heartbeat pulsing in rhythm with his own. He knew that he could never tire of this feeling, of having her in his arms like this.
Sky looked up at him with a smile, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement. "I love this," she breathed.
How very fitting it was for the female that called herself Sky to love flying.
"Good," Azriel said softly, his voice full of warmth. "Because we can do this anytime you want, sweetheart."
They soared higher and higher, until the city below them was nothing but a sparkling sea of lights. Azriel was in his element up here, his wings powerful and graceful as they sliced through the air. He could feel the wind whipping through his hair, the cold night air stinging his skin. But he didn't mind, not with her in his arms. In fact, he felt more alive than he had in months. Years, even.
He flew a loping circle over Velaris, towards the Lake House the shadows had purchased and he thanked them mentally for their foresight. He couldn't very well bring Sky home to the House of Wind...but here...he could take her. It was private and safe...and if the expression of her face was anything to go by, she loved it.
He angled his body towards the Lake House, gliding towards it with expert precision. As they approached, Azriel saw the soft glow of the lights in the windows, the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze. The lake glittered in the moonlight, the surface of the water undisturbed and serene. It was the perfect place to bring her, a place that he felt she would love just as much as he did.
"You live here?" she wondered, wonder in her voice as she took in the sight.
Azriel felt a warm swell of pride in his chest as he landed smoothly on the deck of the house. "Yes," he said simply, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she marveled at the house. "I wanted a private place," he admitted. "Somewhere quiet and peaceful, where I could escape from the chaos of my life for a little while.I haven't been there long though, itâs still a work in progressâŠ" he warned her. More like 2 hours before he had met her. "But I love it."
He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he stepped back. "Come on," he said softly, holding out his hand to her. "Let me show you inside."
The shadows skittered inside as soon as he opened the door, like a bunch of little busybodies, rightening the curtains there, fluffing pillows on the couch...It seemed to amuse Sky though. "You must ne...never have to deal with a mes...messy kitchen," she teased him
Azriel chuckled at that. "No, the shadows don't like when things are out of place,â he admitted.
It wasn't a lie. But then he didn't like it either.Â
Like a moth pulled to the flame, Sky was pulled towards his bookcases, fingertips tripping over the spines as she hungrily read the titles.
Azriel suddenly hoped that the shadows had put something other than Sellyn Drake novels in the bookcase, because otherwise he was going to look like a fucking stalker.
He watched with a mix of amusement and apprehension as she examined the bookshelves, his heart pounding in his chest. *Please,* he silently pleaded to the shadows, *please tell me you didn't leave those Sellyn Drake novels on the shelf.* Because if she saw those, it would be disastrous.
The shadows seemed weirdly frozen in place.
"You read Sel...Sellyn Drake?" Sky asked him, sounding delighted and shocked at the same time.
Azriel groaned inwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I...yes, I do," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...There is...I...I need to tell you something."
"Te...Tell me som...something?" Sky asked, turning towards him, these big beautiful eyes staring at him.
"I...It wasn't a coincidence that I was in that bar tonight," he told her, watching as she stared at him. "The shadows told me to go."
"The...The shad...shadows?" she asked him, looking utterly shocked.
"I...I told them...a few weeks ago...to...find me somebody that....that I could love...somebody that I could make happy. A wife," Azriel admitted. "You were the one they picked."
She stared at him, her mouth falling open slightly. Azriel braced himself for her reaction, not sure what to expect. Would she be angry? Scandalized? Horrified that he had sent his shadows to find him a wife?
She stared at him wide-eyed. "You...You asâŠasked yoâŠyour sha..shadows to fiâŠfind you a wiâŠwife?!" she asked him, repeating his words back at him.
He could feel his cheeks reddening but nodded nonetheless. "...are you angry?" he asked her weakly.
Sky stared at him for a moment, but then she shook her head. "No, No...no, I'm not," she repeated again, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm...I'm flatâŠflattered, actually...Though...though I am cu..curious what itâŠwhat it was about me that...madeâŠmade them pick me," she admitted.
For the first time in his life, his shadows talked to somebody other than Azriel. *We thought you would treat Master like you treat your cat,* the shadows told her brightly.
She blinked at the bunch of shadows that had gathered in front of her.
"You...You...You want me to...treat Az..Azriel like...like a cat?" she asked them incrediously.
Azriel spluttered, his cheeks burning with mortification. He hadn't expected the shadows to be so blunt, and the idea of her treating him like a cat was...well, it was absurd, to say the least. He wanted her to be his mate, his equal, not to treat him as if he were some kind of pet.
"No, no," he quickly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. "They...they don't mean it like that, Sky. The shadows have their own...unique way of looking at things. Please just...just forget they ever said that."
Sky fixed him with a look. "What do you mean?" she asked the shadows.
*You love your cat,* the shadows said quickly. *You buy him ridiculous overpriced Tuna, and you let him sleep in your bed and you scratch him behind the ears. You even knitted him a sweater!*
Azriel winced, feeling his embarrassment and mortification rising even further.Â
"That...thats not important," he mumbled, feeling like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment. "The shadows...they have a habit of exaggerating things. Just...please, don't take them too seriously. I'm not expecting you to treat me like a cat, I swear."
Sky looked at him, then at the Shadows, then at Azriel again. She seemed to be lost in thought, clearly trying to decipher what the shadows meant.
"You..You want your masâŠmaster to be treâŠtreated...well?" Sky finally asked the shadows, her tone of voice serious. "You pickâŠpicked me because I...be..because I was nice to my cat?" she asked them curiously.
*You are so kind,* the shadows said softly. And so pretty. And we knew you would treat Master well and wouldn't judge him.*
Sky blushed at the compliment.
Azriel felt a sense of relief wash over him as the conversation shifted away from the whole "cat" thing. He had to admit, the shadows were right. Sky had been nothing but kind and considerate towards him since they met, and he was grateful for that. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Look...I apologize for the shadows' behavior," he said to Sky, his voice soft. "They can be a bit...blunt, sometimes."
"IâŠI unâŠunderstand where they are comâŠcoming from," she said nearly thoughtfully. "They just...want to see you hapâŠhappy?" she said carefully and he nodded.
"Yes."
"Though theyâŠthey don't seem to have much of a sense of bounâŠboundaries," Sky said with a laugh. "You hid in my apartment didn't you?" she asked the shadows.
Azriel cringed as the shadows seemed to twirl in agreement. He had hoped that particular detail would have gone unnoticed, but he should have known better. Sky was too observant for her own good.
"Yes, they did," he admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry about that. They...they have a tendency to go where they please."
Sky still mustered the shadows that were twitching in front of her
"IâŠI promâŠpromise to tâŠtreat your maâŠmaster well." Sky said seriously. "He's my mate."
Azriel felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The sound of that word coming from her lips made his knees weak.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them and taking her hands in his. "And I promise to treat you well too," he swore fervently.Â
"And I'llâŠIâll even knit him a sweaâŠsweater," Sky continued, looking at the shadows.. "IâŠI don't know if he likes TuâŠtuna, but I'llâŠbuy him some⊠sweets."
He couldnât help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her that was almost overwhelming. "Sky," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to do any of that for me. Just being with you is more than I could ever ask for.But...if you are willing to knit me a sweater, I surely won't say no to it," he added with a laugh. "And maybe you could try scratching me behind the ears too, just in case the shadows are right."
He meant it as a joke, but there was a part of him that was secretly delighted by the idea of her spoiling and doting on him. Maybe, just maybe, the shadows were onto something after all.
"And...who knows, maybe I'll develop a taste for Tuna," he added, grinning playfully. "As long as it's the fancy kind, that is."
He kissed her forehead gently, holding her close for a moment longer before finally pulling away. "But SkyâŠyou donât have to do all of thatâŠJust being with you is enough."
She smiled up at him, beautiful and blinding and he couldn't help but kiss her.
As his lips met hers, Azriel felt a wave of warmth and tenderness wash over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the shadows, not the world outside, nothing but her.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers as he caught his breath.Â
"YouâŠYou can absolutely sleep in my bed with me," she whispered. "Or I'll sleep in yours," she offered, a grin on her face... and that was all he needed to hear, as he picked her up again.
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Yeah! And it's not just that there are top surgery scars, but that your Rook can be transgender and that has weight in the narrative.
You can relate to and bond with characters by sharing your hurt, joy, and pride in being transgender. There are certain romances where you have the important conversation of "I want this with you, but I need to know if you know who I am and if that's a deal breaker."
The moment where Rook unpacks their belongings and can say how they feel about who they see in the mirror was the first time in any game where I got to be trans, be proud, and have it mean something.
And the timeliness of it. It means so much to me that I got to be transgender and a hero. I got to build a family and support them through their own hurts and joys. I got to be the man that defeated the gods and helped the world become better.
This game deeply moved me. I cried all the way through act 3. In grief, in joy, in love, in embodiment. I got to be strong and save the world.
I needed that right now. In reality, I can't go on a linear journey and fight a battle to make peace and banish evil. But getting to see a Rook so much like myself fight and keep fighting and win? It gives me hope.
I don't know if I'll see a better future in my lifetime, but I'm going to keep fighting for one. For my friends who have had their cultures violated and erased. For my friends who have to hide themselves to survive. For my friends who are realizing that the very thing they worshipped actually wounded the world and oppressed it's people. For my friends who are afraid of dying and being forgotten. I'll fight, I'll struggle, I'll remember. Because someone has to and I'm here, so I'll do it. And the people I love will do it with me.
Is this game perfect? No. Is it beautiful and hopeful and the game I needed in this horribly bleak moment? Absolutely. I'm so grateful to the writers, devs, actors, and artists who made it happen.
And yeah, I know it's a game. It's entertainment. And not everyone has to find meaning to enjoy things. But I found meaning and I know there are other folks out there who did as well. And I see them and I hope they see me.
Dragon age having top surgery scars as an option in the character creator is like. Actually groundbreaking and I think we need to talk about it
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 6
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
DEFINETLY NSFW! Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
For somebody that filled her romance novels with plenty of smut⊠Sky wasnât exactly as experienced as one may expected.Â
ActuallyâŠshe was woefully inexperienced.
There had been AdmonâŠand Admon it had been.
The rest of the stuff in her booksâŠwell, that was just her fantasy wildly spinning stories about how sex should feel. Informed by plenty of books she had read, other authors, and of courseâŠthere were the two people that got to read every book she wrote before it was published: Orla, her publisher, and her friend Ressina, who was nice enough to take the pen to every thing she wrote that was woefully inaccurate.Â
Because nothing ever felt to her like she portrayed it in the books.
Maybe that was normal. Maybe it was because of course her books portrayed somethingâŠbetter than reality, an escape from it. But stillâŠsometimes Sky had just wonderedâŠ
As Azriel carried her towards the bedroom, Sky couldnât help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. It wasnât that she didnât want this, she did, more than anything. But the truth was, she wasâŠnervous.
She had written about this moment countless times, had described it in vivid detail in her novels. But now that it was actually happening, she feltâŠinsecure. What if it wasnât as good in real life as she made it out to be on paper? What if she did disappoint him?
(Sky knew that she had disappointed Admon numerous timesâŠthat she seemingly had never been enough for himâŠhad been so bad at it in fact that he had instead slept with her sisterâŠwhich was a whole other kettle of fish that she really didnât want ot think to close about right now.)
Sky tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the here and now.Â
Azriel was here with her, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in the way he held her, the way he looked at her. And yet, that nagging feeling of doubt still lingered.
And then there was the fact while he had admitted to sending his shadows to search for her⊠Sky was still keeping a rather big secret.
âAzâŠAzrielâŠâ she said hesitantly. âThereâŠthere is one thing you should know about me.â
Azriel paused, setting Sky down on the bed gently before turning to look at her.Â
"Go on," he prompted her gently, taking her hand in his as he sat down next to her and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell me anything, Sky." She believed him. he wouldnât judge her. She was sure of that as well.Â
âYouâŠYou kâŠknow howâŠhow IâŠI write⊠roâŠromance no..novels?â Sky asked him, biting her lip.
Azriel nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I do," he said, leaning in closer to her. "You told me.â
âIâŠI am Sellyn Drake,â she blurted out.
She had never outright admitted it to another person.Â
Ressina had been the one who had send off her first manuscript to be publishedâŠand Orla had met with herâŠthese were the two people in existence that knew that Skylar Alden was also Sellyn Drake. And Skylar had always been comfortable with keeping it that way.Â
There was no need to tell anybody else.Â
Which was why it worked so well, that Ressina was an artist and could paint the bookcovers for her. No need whatsoever to let anybody else see the hesitant first drafts until she was sure this was where she wanted to go. Just Ressina. Just one of her very few friends. If not her only.Â
Azriel stared at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?" he asked, completely taken aback. "You're...Sellyn Drake?" There was noâŠoutright disbelief in his voice, just shock.Â
*We know! We made Master read your books!* the shadows cooed. *Lady Death, The Priestess and The Shopkeeper love them too!*
She had no idea who any of these people were butâŠ
Azriel's eyes widened even further as the shadows spoke up. "You...you knew about this?" he asked them, turning towards the shadows in disbelief. "You knew. Thatâs why you gave me her books to read!â
This was just getting better and better.
Sky, who had been watching Azriel and the shadowsâ exchange with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.Â
âDoâŠDo they alwaysâŠâ she couldnât even put it into words.Â
Azriel sighed. âThey like to meddle,â he said darkly. âAnd this time they were particularly persistent.â He shot a reproachful look at the shadows, who cowered a little under his gaze. "I won't lie, they did manipulate me into reading your books. And when my shadows do something they are rather...convincing."
She swallowed.Â
âDidâŠdid youâŠliâŠlike them atâŠat least?â Sky asked hesitantly.Â
Azriel hesitated for a moment before answering.Â
"I...I did," he admitted earnestly. "Your writing...it's brilliant, Sky.â Her heart soared at his words. She treasured them, hoarding them away like a dragon. But he wasnât done. âThe characters, the emotions, the way you make the reader feel everything...it's incredible. I couldn't put them down."
Sky grinned at his words, feeling a swell of pride in her chest. "IâŠI'm glad you..you liâŠliked them," she said softly.
*Master especially liked theâŠ*
âShut. Up.â Azriel snapped, his ears reddening and Sky started laughing. She could just about imagine what the shadows wanted to tell her at that moment.Â
Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I'm going to kill them," he muttered under his breath.
"TheyâŠthey are juâŠjust tryâŠtrying to help you, aren't they?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand in hers. Only now she noticed the violent scars that marred them, the texture of raised and bumpy skinâŠbut she didnât care. Not one bit. Â
*Of course, we are,* the shadows said, like any other idea was simply blasphemous. *We gave Master the best information we could. So that Master would know what you like.*
Sky probably shouldn't find it as adorable as she did. But the lengths they had gone to...the way they had made Azriel read her books so that he would know what she liked...nobody in her life had ever gone to these lengths just to find out what she liked.
"I swear I am not a total creep," Azriel told her with a grimace.
Sky laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "NoâŠno, no, you're not," she assured him, squeezing his, hands gently. "IâŠI acâŠactually think it's⊠quite⊠sweet. In a weird, sliâŠslightly invasive kind of way. But sweet nonetheless."
"I think you are the only female that could possible think that," Azriel muttered, glaring at the shadows that didn't seem apologetic in the slightest.
Sky grinned, leaning in closer to him. "Itâs⊠endearing,â she finally settled on. âMaybe even a litâŠlittle bit charming," she promised him earnestly.
Azriel looked at her incredulously, his expression softening a little. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?" he asked her.
Sky shook her head. "No. No, I'm not," she said, her voice unwavering. "IâŠI mean it, Azriel. It iss actually really sweet that you would go to⊠such lengths just to try to unâŠunderstand me better. And you adâŠadmitted to it. And not just after the mating bond was accepted but within hours of meeting me."Â
Azriel didn't keep it a secret, even when he could have, and she would have been none the wiser.Â
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I'm not going to question it," he whispered.Â
She swallowed. That's what she was thinking. The exact same words.Â
Sky pulled him down, letting his forehead rest against hers.
"I know that...that I am supposed to cook you something...but how disappointed would you be if I gave you one of those caramel bonbons in my purse to accept the bond instead?" she asked him softly, meeting his gaze.Â
His eyes widened and he stared at her in pure, undiluted wonder.Â
"I could not possible be dissappointed by whatever you offered me," Azriel whispered. "But...are you...are you sure?"
"I am being utterly selfish," she whispered. "Yes. I want you." She didn't care that people would have thoughts about it...that she was rushing into this.Â
They were probably right.Â
But Sky really didn't care. Sky only wanted him. Sky was ready to throw caution overboard and rush into this headfirst without a thought about the consequences, if that meant that she would get her mate.
"Then let's be selfish together," Azriel whispered.
With shaky hands she reached into her purse, finding one of the caramel bonbon she kept in there...unwrapped it out of the paper and then...then she offered it to him, lifting it to his lips.
Azriel looked at the bonbon, then at her, and for a moment she thought he would say something. But then his mouth opened and he took it from her hand... He chewed it, swallowing carefully, his gaze never wavering from hers. For a moment, they stayed suspended in that moment of tension, the only sound their breathing. And then, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire world.
A Mating Frenzy had always been protrayed as animalistic in every book she read. So of course, Sky had written the exact same thing.
But it wasn't...not really.
Not for them.Â
And being with Azriel was also a far cry from being with Admon...mostly because then it had often been...embarrassing and painful.Â
Admon had always found something to criticise on her body...foreplay had been nonexistent, even when she had tried...and while he had been more than willing to use her mouth to find his own pleasure he had never returned that favour.
With Azriel it was different. Every touch, every caress, every kiss made her feel things she had never felt before. It was like her body was coming alive for the first time.
All her senses were heightened, every nerve in her body singing with pleasure, and Sky couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more. No, she needed more. As Azriel trailed kisses down her throat, she arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him that she could reach.
"Can I...Can I touch your wings?" she asked breathlessly, not wanting to...cross some unsaid line.
"Please," Azriel breathed out. "Yes, Sky, please." He lifted his wings, extending them out behind him, giving her free rein to touch and explore to her heart's content. As Sky's fingers brushed against the contours of his wings, Azriel let out a low, guttural moan, his wings twitching and shuddering at the sensation. They were massive and pitch black.
"They are beautiful," she whispered, running her hands over the silky black skin, feeling the warmth radiating from them.
He shuddered at her touch, his wings arching and trembling beneath her gentle caress. he leaned his forehead against hers as he gently tipped her back against the bed and she went willingly, wrapping her hands over the gleaming talons at the tip of his wings as she kissed him.
Azriel growled softly in response, his hands sliding up beneath her dress, opening the lacing in one fluid motion. As the dress fell open, revealing her body beneath, Azriel pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You are so beautiful," he breathed, his gaze roaming over her body.
She didn't even have the time to feel self-conscious, not when she was drowning in the waves of desire that shot across their bond from him. Not when her whole body seemingly trembled against his and she kissed him again, opening her mouth to his tongue.
He slipped open the dress and she opened her mouth, halfway ready to tell him how he could get the corset she wore off, but he already opened the lacing. "Why?" he asked her softly, as he saw the red indents left on her body, and she grimaced.
"Claire," she whispered.
She wore corsets usually for support, because her breast could get heavy and painful without the proper support...but she never laced them as tightly as she did when she saw her family. Or her sister. Then she pulled them tight, trying to squash her body to be somethingâŠsomething her family could stomach, something they maybe wouldn't comment on...she always failed.
Azriel hissed softly, his fingers lightly tracing the red marks on her skin. She knew that they looked horrible, and yet he looked...angered? Almost furious. His expression softened as he looked back into her eyes, his fingers gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why would you do something like that to yourself, Sky?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "You are beautiful. You don't need to change anything about your body." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to a particularly hard imprint the corset had left.
Sky swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as emotion welled up in her chest. No one had ever said something like that to her, had ever made her feel like she was good enough just the way she was. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, feeling a single tear slip down her cheek. Azriel wiped it away with his thumb, his other hand coming up to cup her face tenderly.
"You are perfect," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Just the way you are. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Not even your family." Sky leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and just focusing on the closeness, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished and protected.
With every word he spoke, she felt a weight lifting off her shoulders, her fears and insecurities melting away. She realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly saw her, the real her. Who accepted her exactly as she was, flaws and all.
It was so easy to sink into that. So easy to trust him. So easy to just kiss him, as she pushed the shirt he wore over his shoulders...to feel acres of gold skin, dotted with scars and dark markings...to bare him for her view and see how utterly gorgeous her mate was.
He growled softy as she ran her hand down his chest, tracing the scars that marked his skin. His body was a tapestry of pain and survival, yet she wasn't deterred. She only found him more beautiful for it.
"Mine," she whispered, pressing her lips to his chest, to one particularly nasty scar. "All mine." She could feel his heart pounding beneath her lips, the steady beat matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat. Her hands trailed down his chest, his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.
It was so easy.
So easy, to shed clothing until they were bare...so easy to press against him and feel warm, perfect skin...so easy to relax underneath him as he stretched over her...so easy to simply cup his face as she kissed him...as her legs wrapped around his hips and he groaned and she whimpered as she felt him...hot and hard and huge, pressing against her...She was dripping wet without him even laying as single finger on her beneath the waist.
Azriel didn't look unaffected, his breath coming in ragged pants, his eyes fixed on hers as they were blown wide and dark with want. He didn't move, didn't kiss her, didn't pull her closer. He only waited. Waited for her.Â
"I need you," she whimpered. "Please. Please, Az." He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hips rocking gently against her, teasing them both with the heat and friction between them.
Nothing hurt. Nothing ever even threatened to hurt...Even as she could feel him notch against her there...even when she could feel herself lewdly stretched open on his cock...
It was so soft and gentle and sweet andâŠ
It was everything Sky had ever wanted.Â
Not the rough kind of fucking...not the animalistic coupling she wrote half the time...but she had wanted this. She had wanted sweetness and adoration and...love...and to be wrapped up in her mate's arms like she was a precious, precious thing. She had wanted whispered praised against her skin and to be touched like she mattered...
"Sky," he whispered, his hands running up her side, his touch was soft and soothing, worshipping her body. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, and there was something...almost overwhelming about it.
About the way he made her feel. The way he made her feel loved and adored. The way he made her feel cherished. Her hands wandered up to his back, tracing the muscles shifting beneath scarred, scarred skin.
She could feel him trembling, feel the tension in his body as he held himself back, but still, he moved in slow and gentle thrusts, taking his time. He worshipped her - every little gasp and moan, every curve of her body. He traced her shape with his fingertips and lips, exploring her as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.
She didn't know how long they stayed that way, their bodies as one, but Sky didn't care. She was surrounded by him - the heat of his skin, the sound of his breath, the way he whispered her name like a prayer. Sky could feel the love and devotion pouring through the bond, washing over her in waves, and she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be. With him, in his arms, completely and utterly whole.
It nearly came as a shock as she came.
A breathless moan fell from her lips as her orgasm rushed over her, her body arching as she called out his name. He kissed her through it, murmuring praise against her lips as he held her close, his own release following soon after.
They stayed there for a moment, tangled together, both of them breathless and sated. Azriel's wings slowly wrapped around them, cocooning them in a warm, protective embrace that made Sky feel safe and cherished in a way she had never experienced before.
***
There was not one inch of his mate's body that wasn't utterly beautiful. From the tips of her arched ears, to her beautiful eyes...to the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist and the soft flesh of her belly and the flare of her hips...she smelled so good too...especially now that their scents had started to mix, and he could breath in caramel and hazelnuts and cedars and the sweet, beautiful scent of happiness as she laid underneath him. His head was bedded on her stomach, as she drew short fingernails through his messy dark hair. He nearly wanted to start to purr as she scratched at his scalp.
Azriel felt...content.
More content than he ever remembered feeling. He was wrapped up in her, his mate, with her gentle hands in his hair, and he felt utterly and completely at peace. He didn't care if they never moved from that bed again. He didn't care if the world outside their little cocoon burned. So long as she was by his side, he was content. He had never felt like this before. He had never felt this...happy. This...whole.
"I need to go feed Hector," Sky told him softly, trailing her fingers through his hair.
"Can I just have the shadows kidnap him and bring him here?" he asked, not wanting to move.
"You can't go kidnapping my cat, Az," she chided him gently, but even as she said the words, she didn't stop drawing her fingers through his hair, and Azriel didn't move. He was far too comfortable.
"Why not?" he complained.
"You'll terrify him," she said with a laugh. "Besides, do you have cat food here?"
"I'll have the shadows find some Tuna," he mumbled.
"DoâŠDo they just acâŠacquire whatever you tell them to?" she asked him with some amusement.Â
And lots of things he didn't tell them to, as well. They thought he didnât know.Â
Azriel raised himself on his forearms, looking down at Sky with a glint in his eye. "You have no idea how many things I've acquired that way," he told her with a grin.
She lifted her hands, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards her, resting her forehead against his. "You're a menace," she murmured against his lips.
"Your menace," he replied, kissing her softly.
Sky smiled, a warm, slow curve of her lips that made his chest feel tight. "Mine," she agreed, her voice soft. "But no kidnapâŠkidnapping my cat. He's at home."
"We could make this our home," he protested softly. "Move in with me."
Azriel had no fucking clue what was even coming over him. They should have slowed down, stopped to think...but neither of them seemed to want to.
They justâŠthey seemed utterly content to crash through what other people considered a normal timeline and just be together right now.Â
He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to share a life with her, a home. He wanted to curl up with her in front of the fire on a cold winter's night, and spend lazy Sunday mornings in bed with her. He wanted to take her flying, and watch as she wrote and listened to her read the words she wrote.Â
And he wanted - Gods, he wanted her to want that too. He held his breath as he waited for her response.
For a moment, she was silent, and Azriel wondered if he had stepped too far, asked too much too soon.Â
But then, Sky smiled again, her eyes sparkling with emotions.Â
"...AlâŠAlright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'llâŠIâll move in with you."Â
Azriel couldn't help but grin as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, still unable to believe his ears.
"Really," she echoed with a laugh, before her expression turned serious. "But IâŠI have one coâŠcondition."Â
Azriel raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "What is it?"
"If I move in with you..." she began, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All my books need to come to," she told him seriously.
Azriel laughed, leaning back in to kiss her softly. "All your books can come, if that's what you want," he said. "As long as you're here, I don't care what else you bring."
And then the shadows unceremoniously dumped a screeching demon on the bed with them.
Sky let out a surprised yelp as Hector landed next to them with a thud, quickly scrambling away from the cat - and from under Azriel's weight. Azriel, for his part, sprang up, his wings flaring out in alarm. For several long moments, the three of them just stared at each other. Hector, his mismatched eyes glowing, his fur puffed up to twice itâs normal size, and Sky, her expression a mixture of surprise and affection as she looked at her pet. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Well, that's one way to introduce the two of you. Az, meet Hector."
...Gods, the shadows had really not been lying when they said that the cat was the ugliest thing they had ever seen.
Azriel slowly lowered his wings, eyeing the creature that was half-cat and half-demon. "He...looks like he wants to kill me," he said slowly.
Sky laughed, reaching out to scratch Hector's head. "He's just grumpy because he got teleported here so suddenly," she told him. "And he's not used to strangers." Hector's fur slowly flattened, and he began to purr, rubbing his head against Sky's hand. "Besides, he'd never hurt anyone," she added, looking up at Azriel with a smile.
Somehow Azriel highly doubted that.
Sky picked Hector up, cradling the cat in her arms as his purring grew louder. "See? He's not so bad," she told Azriel, moving towards him, and Azriel had to resist the urge to back away. "Hold out your hand, let him sniff you. He just needs to get used to you."
Azriel hesitantly held out his hand, trying his best to ignore the way Hector's eyes seemed to glow with an eerie light. After a moment, Hector moved forward, sniffing at Azriel's hand. Azriel felt the soft brush of whiskers against the palm of his hand, and Hector nudged his head against him, purring louder.
"See, he loves you!" Sky said enthusiastically
Azriel let out a laugh, slowly scratching the top of Hector's head. "I think he's just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he scratches my eyes out, you know."
She rolled her eyes, "You are the most handsome cat I know," she cooed at him. "And you won't ever scratch out Azriel's eyes. No, you won't.â
Azriel would not quite go as far as describe the cat as handsome...but then...his own scarred hands weren't particularly beautiful either.
So Hector and him had that in common.
And the fact that they both wanted to cuddle with Sky. Actually, he was pretty sure that the cat hated him just for taking away his monopoly on that.
But Azriel would have shared a house with the King of Hybern if that meant that he got to have Sky in his bed.
She smiled at him, her eyes warm and adoring. "I knew you two would hit it off," she said, holding Hector in the crook of her arm. The cat stared at Azriel for a moment, as if sizing him up, before leaping off Sky's lap and disappearing under the bed with a soft patter of paws. "He'll warm up to you eventually," Sky assured him, but Azriel wasn't so sure about that.
He pulled Sky in closer to him, slipping back underneath the sheets with her, kissing her forehead. "I'll win him over, eventually," he promised her. At least, he hoped he would - he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of having to wake up with his throat being sliced open by an angry cat.
He would buy that damn cat all the Tuna in the world if that made Sky happy.
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Alright, this post has gotten super big and attracted tons of controversy and weird opinions so I thought I would clarify my position one last time :
No a militarized intervention, be it UN, US or whoever else, isn't a good idea. Bombs are never the answer, violence is never the answer, forcing an enormous change on people who's culture and ideas you don't understand is never the answer.
It seems the Malala Fund is seen as controversial for reasons that are unknown to me at the moment. In the meantime donating to Women for Afghan Women or to RAWA for those who can or want is still a good thing.
No Islam and religions aren't necessarily the problem. I am atheist myself, although raised in Christianity and while I absolutely believe that religion can be used and is used as a weapon in the world today, I do not believe that blaming them (instead of the people fostering an unsafe environment using them) is helpful.
Afghan Women don't necessarily want to live European/US women and that should not be the goal. The goal is for them to be safe, first and foremost, and have a choice as to what they want. The biggest thing that feminism can do is listen to Afghan Women. What do they need ? What can we provide ? They are the ones living in the situation, they know best than anybody.
Afghan Women being part of an Islamic culture doesn't mean that everything happening to them is normal or desired. The Taliban regime arrived by force and rules by force. Their society is not built on solid foundations, and without change it's certain that it won't last long. The problem is the damage they will do until it crumbles, and the damage that will be done while it's happening. The main victim of catastrophes are always the ones at the bottom of the social pyramid and in Afghanistan, it's Women. That's why we're fighting with them.
To clarify : I am against the very idea of a social pyramid. But because it exists, it has to be taken into account when deciding how to deal with things and how to provoke change.
I've had some wild comments about transidenty somehow so : to know if Afghan trans people are in danger, ask Afghan trans people. If you look at what witnesses and refugees are saying, all trans people are in danger. No they're not the danger. No transwomen are not just men trying to touch women by hiding as women. They face the same stigma as any other woman, and can be treated even worse when outed. How did you all decide they were the problem or that Afghan Women could just "become trans" to escape the oppressive regime like. How. Please. What the hell.
Stop being mean. I'm just a person who made a post on tumblr. This post may have gotten big but I still don't have the influence of other bloggers or people reblogging this post. I can't monitor everything. I can't even look at all the reblog because I don't have time. I can't answer everything. If you feel wronged because somebody said something in the reblogs, confront them, not me.
Once again I insist : I tried to educate myself but I can't guarantee I knew where to look and remembered it all correctly. Once again, I am just a random person on tumblr. If you think I should truly know something, you can go to my asks directly, otherwise there's a chance I won't see it. I don't know everything, be kind.
This post was made in the present tense but is in fact about the new law announced recently. Its details are unclear but it would essentially stop women from hearing each other pray (at least in public spaces) and other added things which many fear could lead to a total ban (if the details in the law don't immediately put it in action). As some have pointed out, women are currently still able to speak to each other in Afghanistan, but that may not last long.
I'm not american. Stop bringing the whole "Americans say this because they want to invade" argument, I'm not fucking American. I don't think of myself as a saviour. I don't think of myself as better. I just made a post about an info I saw that was bugging me, and needed to express just how wrong it felt somewhere. Don't assume I have or should have all the answers. I'm not even old enough to vote in my country. Keep that in mind when interacting.
This is one post out of hundreds people will see today. Yes it has an impact, but that doesn't mean it somehow makes me responsible for every single deranged idea somebody may have when seeing this. The average person will just like this post and move on with their lives, whether you think it's good or not. When interacting remember that I can't be expected to carry everything on one post's shoulder, nor that this post will somehow determine how people see Afghan Women for the next 30 years to come.
The amount of comments and people deciding that I was responsible for all of this because I made one fucking post about the subject is making me sick so. This is the last time I interact with my own post. I will stop responding or looking at reblogs and comments. I'll keep this post up because I do hope it reaches somebody who decides to donate or join local action to help but for the sake of my mental health (once again, just a random teenager online) I will not update it any longer.
And please remember that supporting local actions will always be more helpful than arguing with some strangers on the internet
This has been a psa or whatever
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't speak to each other Afghanistan
Women. Can't. Speak. To. Each. Other. In. Afghanistan.
No conversations
No hearing another woman's voice, no hearing her speak or pray
No way to share experiences no way to ask questions no way to organize
And if you ban education then they can't communicate by writing either
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't communicate with other women in Afghanistan
People can't communicate with other people
That's how low we've gotten
Please don't forget about them.
#afghanistan#feminism#clarifications#what the hell man#I've had people telling me I was somehow directly responsible for people wanting war on afghanistan#or that all muslim people are the problem#go outside#talk to muslim people#talk to afghan people#talk to women#and talk to transgender people#don't just base your opinions on he she said they said#i've made that mistake before and am learning not to do it again#but also I'm not even a fucking adult yet#so keep that in mind when interacting
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The moon is pretty, isnât it? ⧠CS
âââ~đ©âĄđȘ~âââ
bsf!chris! Couldâve, wouldâve, shouldâveâall the possibilities kept eating at you, until he showed up knocking on your window unannounced. [angst, smut, fluff, a sprinkle of everything]
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note. English is not my first language!
You and Chris had a falling-out.
You had accidentally laid your feelings bare during a harmless game of 'Truth or Dare'. The look on his face alone made you feel that twist in your gut, but what he said after his silence made your stomach feel like it was dropping down 10-stories.
"Are you fucking serious with me right now?" The almost mad sounding tone made your heart beat faster as you tried to backpedal, "no, Chris, that wasâ" he cut you off, standing up, looking pissed. "Iâm going home, canât fucking believe this shit," he stormed out before you could utter another word.
The front door slammed shut after him and you sat in silence for a while, your brain unable to comprehend what had just happened. When the realization finally dawned over you, you couldnât help the tears from forming in your eyes nor the painful clump in your throat.
Not only did he reject you and get angry at you, he left as well. Was he that angry? Were your feelings such a bad thing? Questions swirled in your head like a broken record.
You didnât know what to do, what to think or what to say. All you could do was sit there and cry, completely shocked with the turn of events. Some people may call you oversensitive or dramatic, but they donât know how much it hurtsâhow much more painful it was than any physical injuries.
You curled up in bed, thinking about everything that you couldâve done differently, everything that wouldâve been if you didnât tell him about your stupid crush on him and everything that shouldâve been â in your selfish fantasies.
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You had fallen asleep on your bed after crying. Feeling slightly better but your sleep was plagued by memories of his face, the way he reacted to your feelings and the words he spoke.
You were jolted awake by the sound of knocking, looking around in confusion as you sat up on your bed, only to see Chris looking at you through your window.
You nearly had a heart attack, staring back at him with wide eyes and your hand on your chest. After all, your room was on the second floor, how the fuck did he climb up?
You scurried to the window, opening it to let him in, all the previous hurt gone, replaced by pure bewilderment. His expression turned pained when he saw the dried tear streaks and red puffy eyes, "donât look at me like that." You blinked, finally realising youâve been staring at him with wide eyes and a gaped mouth, quickly closing your mouth as you schooled your expression.
"What was that?" Chris sighed, "what was what?" He questioned back, "how the fuck did you climb up? Better yet, why the fuck are you climbing in through the window?" He rubbed his temple, looking frustrated, "look, I knocked on your front door but you didnât open it, just forget about me climbing in and letâs... letâs talk aboutâ"
You cut him off with a stubborn "no" , he blinked, surprised at what he was hearing, "what?" He asked confused, making you repeat yourself, louder this time, "no." He looked at you bewildered, like he couldnât believe he was hearing what he was hearing.
"Donât be a brat," Chris inhaled deeply before continuing, "listen, I know I reacted a bit too dramatically and Iâm sorry for that, but you have to understand how surprising it was for me," you scoffed at his words, eliciting a heavy sigh from him.
"Please, just..." His voice trailed off into another sigh, "I canât... I mean, we shouldnât," his voice was barely above a whisper, the uncertainty and vulnerability in his eyes caused your heart to race. "Why?" A simple question really, but the answer wasnât so simple.
"Because..." His voice trailed off, knowing he doesnât have a good excuse as to why they couldnât, "because weâre friends." That made your expression harden, "right, of course Sherlock, I know." Chris groaned, "youâre not making this easierâ" you cut him off, "and youâre being insensitive."
"Donât be like that, i just..." he trailed off again, biting the side of his bottom lip nervously, he was fighting a losing battle between what he wanted and what was the better choice in his opinion. "Please..." you looked at him, "please what? What do you want me to do Chris? You know what, never mindâ"
His eyes widened at your dismissive tone, realising he might lose you if he wasnât honest, "no, no, Iâllâ weâllâfuck, letâs do it." He stammered, making you pause, "what?" He quickly added, "letâs date." You looked at him for a good minute, "what?" You asked dumbly, "letâs date," he repeated himself.
"Are you serious? You were just saying you won't and can't when i asked you just now," you raised your eyebrows, completely taken aback, to which he let out a quiet chuckle to. "I know, I just realised something, forget about it and come here," he pulled you closer, and you eagerly complied.
He hugged you tightly, "I realised I couldnât fight it anymore, youâre too important to me, I canât lose you no matter what," you let yourself melt in his embrace. "You serious?" You whispered into his chest, nuzzling into it, making him laugh softly. "Yeah, dead serious." You sighed, in relief and contentment.
Suddenly, he walked backwards with you still in his embrace and plopped on the bed, taking you down with him. "Heyâ" he shut you up with a kiss, a soft chaste one, and you smiled into it, your heart feeling lighter and warmer.
As you deepened the kiss, his hands wandered over your body, inching down to squeeze your ass before smacking it gently. The sudden feeling made you squirm, causing you to grind on him, making him let out a small groan into the kiss.
You could feel the heat and hardness under you, the only barrier being your thin clothes, and the friction was almost too good to stop. Your hips rolled as you chased after that friction, only for Chris to hold your hips in place.
Groaning as you broke the kiss, "why?" you whined breathlessly, "I wanna feel you, can I?" He whispered, playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. Nodding as you helped him take off your sleep shorts, followed by his sweatpants.
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Your world blurred as he fucked you senseless, you didnât even remember how or when you got into the doggy style position. Your orgasm crashed over you for the nth time tonight, gasping as you tried to control your loud moans, your wrists were pinned on the small of your back by Chris as he pounded into you. "Fuckâso beautiful, ma."
As you two lay in each otherâs embrace, content and relishing in the afterglow, you couldnât help but make a comment about the full moon glowing brightly in the darkness of the night.
"The moon is pretty, isnât it?" Chris chuckled softly, pulling you closer, nuzzling his face in your hair, "yeah, as pretty as my girl."
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Day 12: Age Gap
Haerin x Male Reader
Kinkvember Day 12
She was sitting alone at a quaint coffee shop in Greenwich Village, her eyes scanning the crowd as she sipped her latte. She was new to the city and hadn't made many friends yet. As she looked up from her book, her gaze met mine. I was a 40-year-old man with a lean, muscular build, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her youthful charm.
"Excuse me," I said, leaning over her table. "I couldn't help but notice your book. Are you enjoying it?"
She looked up at me, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it's a classic. Have you read it?"
I nodded. "Many times. It's one of my favorites."
We spent the next hour talking about literature, art, and the city. Haerin was intelligent and witty, and I found myself increasingly drawn to her. As we left the coffee shop together, I suggested we continue our conversation over dinner. She agreed, and we walked to a nearby restaurant.
Over dinner, our conversation turned more personal. I learned about her dreams and aspirations, and she asked about my experiences in the city. The chemistry between us was palpable, and as the night wore on, I found myself wanting her more and more.
"You know," I said, leaning closer to her across the table, "I've really enjoyed our conversation tonight. But I have to admit, I'm finding it hard to concentrate on anything but you."
She blushed slightly, her eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Is that so?"
I nodded. "Yes. In fact, I think I'd like to see you again. And not just for dinner."
She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"
I leaned in, my voice low and husky. "I think you know what I'm talking about, Haerin."
She held my gaze for a moment before her eyes flicked down to my lips. "I think I do," she whispered.
The following week, Haerin came over to my apartment. As soon as she walked in, I could see the desire in her eyes. I poured us some wine, and we sat on the couch, our bodies close but not yet touching.
"You're beautiful, Haerin," I said, my hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've been thinking about you all day long."
She leaned into my touch, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've been thinking about you too," she admitted.
I leaned in and captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow my tongue to explore her mouth. Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and intense.
I broke away from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my touch. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give me better access. I nipped at her earlobe, making her gasp.
"You taste so good," I murmured, my hand sliding up her thigh. "I want to taste more of you."
She shivered at my words, her breath coming in short gasps. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing her smooth, creamy skin. I leaned down and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking gently.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. "That feels so good."
I switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Haerin's body was on fire, her hips moving restlessly against mine. I could feel her heat through her jeans, and I knew she was ready for more.
I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside, finding her wet and ready. I stroked her slowly, my fingers exploring her folds. She gasped and bucked against my hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"You're so wet," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to taste you."
I slid my fingers out of her and brought them to my lips, sucking them clean. Her eyes widened at the sight, and I could see the desire in them. I pushed her back onto the couch and slid down her body, my hands gripping her hips.
I hooked my fingers into her jeans and panties and pulled them down, revealing her glistening pussy. I leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned and arched her hips, giving me better access.
I licked and sucked at her clit, my tongue swirling around it before flicking it lightly. Haerin's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the couch cushions. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her G-spot.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried out, her hips moving in time with my fingers. "Right there, don't stop."
I kept up the pressure, my fingers moving in and out of her while my tongue worked her clit. Her breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
"I'm close," she panted. "So close."
I increased the pressure, my fingers moving faster and harder. Haerin cried out, her body convulsing as she came. I lapped up her juices, savoring her taste.
I stood up and undressed quickly, my cock rock hard and ready. Haerin watched me, her eyes filled with desire. I climbed on top of her, my cock poised at her entrance.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked, my voice gruff with desire.
She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm ready."
I pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She was tight and wet, her pussy gripping my cock like a velvet glove. I groaned at the sensation, my hips moving slowly at first before picking up speed.
"You feel so good," I grunted, my hips moving faster. "So tight and wet."
Haerin wrapped her legs around my waist, her hips moving in time with mine. "Faster," she begged. "Harder."
I obliged, my hips slamming into hers as I fucked her hard and fast. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, our moans and cries echoing off the walls.
"Oh, God, yes," Haerin cried out. "Right there, don't stop."
I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her. I reached between us and rubbed her clit, my fingers moving in time with my hips. Haerin's eyes rolled back, her body tensing as she came again.
"I'm going to come," I groaned, my body tensing as I pushed into her one last time. "I'm going to fill you with my cum."
I came with a roar, my body shaking as I filled her with my seed. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat. I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms, our bodies still joined.
"That was incredible," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
I smiled, my eyes closed. "It was," I agreed. "And I'm not done with you yet."
We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, our passion and desire never waning. As the sun rose, we lay entwined in each other's arms, our bodies sated and satisfied.
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How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?
If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired âĄâĄ
content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.
wc: 605
a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!
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"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."
"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.
chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.
"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.
"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.
"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.
you could only scoff.
"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"
joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."
"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.
it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.
it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.
you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.
but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.
you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-
"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.
you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.
"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"
you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.
"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.
"oh."
you felt a bit dumb now.
"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.
he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.
"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.
"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."
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Same for both. The thing with explaining the reasons with an apology for me is part of the âI recognize how this action was wrong and how I ended up doing this thing that hurt you. I will be making an effort to stop this behavior. I hope you feel okay calling me out on it going forward. I want to assure you that I am aware of what I did, why I did it, that I am going to be working on it, that this hurt you, and that Iâm sorry I did this.â
To me the reasons and why it happened shows that they understand and how likely they are to keep doing the same things or if thy ran it, that kind of thing. Iâve had someone who was basically overdosing on Xanax day spent the most horrible shit to me, hitting every insecurity I had about our friendship and after the fact *not* apologize and just said something like âI didnât reply mean it, I just said crazy shit because I was prescribed a higher dose of Xanax than a person should be.â
Like⊠okay, I get that⊠and⊠it would mean something if you said âIâm sorry, I know it hurt you and I said a lot of things I knew would hurt most. I didnât know I was prescribed higher dose than I shouldâve been until recently and it really fucked with my head in a way that I wasnât myself.â Instead, I wasnât sure if she actually meant what she said looking back or if sheâd do it again only without her mind being fucked up.
She gave the reason without the apology which made it an excuse and a âso you canât be upset with anything I saidâ when she could scroll back and see exactly the things she said to me even if she didnât quite remember. However, with an apology, I would be able to believe she didnât mean it and was in a state of mind where she was actively looking to be as hurtful as possible rather than actually believing hat she said. Itâs kind of like how some people go turn out to be suicidal try to make everyone around them hate them before going through with it under the notion itâd âhurt lessâ when it happens. I think of one or two popular youtubers who did exactly that, posting outrageous bigoted shit before disappearing and after hearing they killed themselves, it clicked thatâs what they were doing.
As for the telling a story for how thy relate (as I did above actually lol) itâs like⊠âlisten hereâs a thing I went through⊠to me it sounds like what youâre going through, so I hope what I did to get through it helps or if talking to someone who might understand better makes you feel okay talking about this.â
Itâs like⊠it adds some weight or legitimacy to what the person youâre talking to is saying for me. Iâd be more likely to take their advice or reflect on how I handle or perceive it vs how they might have. When someone isnât grasping at all what youâre saying, it turns into defending why youâre feeling and going through rather than being able to just⊠talk about it.
Idk, been thinking on the nuance of this for a while. I like reasons, I like getting an idea on if this will happen again or not. Thereâs just a lot of âdepends on the person/situationâ tho.
#apologies explanations and reasons#interesting stuff#it doesnât even have to be lengthy#at work Iâve apologized for shit#and as a follow up to days ago conversations#just saying âIâve thought about it had something explained to me I completely forgot this thing we donât normally do you were rightâ#and they do say âeh you don ave to apologizeâ#but I still want to own that i was wrong rather than have them think Iâll never consider why they say seriously
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Home in the Madness
summary: In the heart of a chaotic hideout, surrounded by machinery and unfinished projects, a makeshift family finds comfort in each other.
Pairing: Jinx x Fem!reader
Wordcount: 1.4k
Authors note: Im feeling real low but writing about Jinx and Isha brings me serotonin.
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The hideout was as chaotic as ever, filled with the constant hum of machinery and the unmistakable scent of burnt metal. It was the kind of place that could make anyone feel lost in the mess, yet here, in the middle of it all, there was something beautifully grounding about the way you, Jinx, and Isha existed together. The walls were covered in graffiti, the floors cluttered with half-finished projects, but in the midst of the madness, there was a familyâan unspoken bond that ran deeper than the wreckage of the world around you.
You sat beside Jinx on the floor, her warm, electric energy radiating off her, drawing you in like a magnet. She was showing Isha how to assemble a small gun, her hands moving with practiced ease, but it wasnât just the task at hand that made your heart race. It was the way Jinx looked at you when she thought no one was watching, her eyes softening just for a moment before she went back to her usual chaos.
She was yours in a way no one could ever understandâwild, unpredictable, and impossibly charming. You were more than just partners; you were a team, and in this makeshift family youâd created, the love between the two of you was undeniable. Jinxâs playful touches, the way she leaned in just a little closer when explaining something to Isha, the light teasing in her voiceâit was all wrapped in layers of affection that only you could truly see. You knew her better than anyone, her quirks, her flaws, her genius, and above all, the love she had for you.
âOkay, kiddo, you see these parts?â Jinx said, her voice playful and energetic as she held up a small metal piece. âThis is the trigger guard. We gotta be careful with it, alright? If you mess up, itâs not a âboom,â but itâs still a pop thatâs gonna sting.â
Isha nodded seriously, her wide eyes focused on Jinx, hanging on every word. âA pop,â she repeated, her voice almost a whisper as if speaking too loudly might ruin everything. She took the metal piece in her tiny hands and studied it.
You watched her, your heart fluttering as she gently guided Ishaâs hands. You couldn't help but smile, loving the way her energy filled the space, making it feel like home.
Isha looked up at you both with wide, eager eyes, clearly trying her best to mirror everything Jinx was doing. âLike this, right?â she asked, holding up the piece of metal like it was the most important thing in the world.
You leaned in, your hand brushing against Jinxâs as you offered a gentle correction, your fingers tracing the outline of Ishaâs little hands. âJust a bit to the left, like this,â you murmured, looking at Isha with the kind of softness that only came when you were with them.
Isha's eyes sparkled with determination as she followed your instructions, her little fingers carefully holding the pieces together. She glanced up at you, then over to Jinx, looking for approval.
âLooking good, kid!â Jinx chimed in, leaning closer to inspect Ishaâs progress. Her voice was as encouraging as it was teasing. âYouâre gonna be the best gunsmith in the Lanes at this rate.â
Isha beamed at the compliment, a proud smile spreading across her face. She tightened her grip on the parts, adjusting them ever so slightly before her hands froze. âAm I doing it right?â
âPerfect,â you reassured her, leaning in to gently guide her hands into place. âYou just need a bit more pressure on the side here, like thisââ
Just as you finished the sentence, Sevika's low, almost inaudible chuckle broke through the stillness of the room. You glanced up and saw her sprawled across the couch, arms crossed, eyes watching you three with a calm amusement. She didnât seem to mind the chaosâshe had gotten used to it long agoâbut you could tell she was enjoying the scene. There was something comforting in seeing the whole family together, in its own disjointed, chaotic way.
âAre you sure teaching her to make guns is safer than bombs?â Sevikaâs voice was laced with dry humor, but there was an underlying affection in the way she watched over you all. She didnât often show it, but her eyes softened whenever she saw you and Jinx together, especially with Isha.
Jinx let out a mischievous giggle, leaning over to poke you in the side. âHey, I didnât think Isha needed to make any big explosions just yet.â She shot Sevika a look, her grin wide and full of playful challenge. âGotta start small, right?â
Sevika raised an eyebrow, giving a half-smile as she pushed herself up from the couch, walking over to where you, Jinx, and Isha were. âYou two are going to turn her into a walking arsenal, arenât you?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Jinx replied with mock innocence, but there was a flicker of pride in her voice. âJust showing her the basics. Gotta be prepared, right?â
Youâd never imagined a life like this, especially not with Ishaâyour heart swelled as you realized just how much she had become part of your world. Over the past few months, she'd grown on you, not just as Jinxâs sidekick, but as your little girl. She was smart, fierce, and sweet in ways that surprised you. It didnât matter that she wasnât technically your child; she was family, your child. You loved her fiercely, like you loved Jinx.
Isha proudly held up the completed gun, a wide grin on her face. 'I did it!â she declared, her voice full of pride and excitement.
âPerfect!â Jinx cheered, her voice full of pride as she high-fived Isha. You could see the joy in her eyes as she ruffled Ishaâs hair, her usual carefree grin softening with an unexpected hint of pride.
You smiled at her, the love for this little girl bubbling in your chest. âYou did amazing, Isha,â you said softly, pulling her into a quick hug. âIâm so proud of you.â
Your eyes met Jinxâs for a moment, and there was a softness there, something you hadnât seen in a while. Without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a soft kiss. In that fleeting moment, the world fell away, leaving just the two of you. You could feel her wild affection for youâuntamable and pure. She was more than just Jinx, more than the chaos. She was yours, and you were hers. The bond between the two of you had grown so strong, woven through with every shared look, every touch, and every moment spent together, even in the madness.
As she pulled away, her fingers lingered on your hand, her thumb tracing the lines of your palm in a soft, intimate gesture. There was a glimmer of something deeper in her eyesâsomething that made your heart beat just a little faster, something that said everything without saying a word.
âLove you,â Jinx whispered, her voice quiet but steady. You could feel the weight of those words, how much she meant them. She didnât need to say it often; you both knew.
âI love you too,â you replied, your voice just as soft as you gave her hand a gentle squeeze.Â
You leaned back against the wall beside Jinx, your hand instinctively finding hers. In that simple touch, you realized that, amid all the madness, this moment felt like home. There was something so natural about it now, like the two of you were always meant to be here, in this messy hideout, teaching Isha how to make guns. You and Jinx were in love, but it was more than that. It was a deep, unshakeable connection that made everything feel like it had meaning, even in the chaos of the Lanes.
Jinx grinned, her heart clearly swelling with affection for the girl who had become part of the fabric of her world. âSheâs gonna be unstoppable,â Jinx said with a laugh, her eyes meeting yours once more, this time with something even deeper than mischief. Something that said, without words, this is home.
Sevika snorted, shaking her head. âDonât get any ideas, Jinx. Iâm not cleaning up after all the disasters you two are going to cause.â
Jinx winked at her, her fingers still intertwined with yours. âNo promises,â she teased. But there was warmth in her voice, a depth to it that spoke volumes.
You, Jinx, Isha, and Sevikaâsomehow, despite everythingâhad become a family. It wasnât a traditional one. Hell, it wasnât even close. But in the chaotic, unpredictable world you all lived in, it was more than enough. And as Isha held the gun frame proudly in her hands, a bright smile lighting up her face, you realized that thisâthis chaotic, loud, beautiful familyâwas everything you needed.
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bad day - theo nott x reader
a visit from your boyfriend perks you up even on the most frustrating of days
a/n - my first theo nott fic! Iâve written for other fandom(s) so this was a nice change, hope you enjoy :
tropes/warnings - established relationship, a pet name here or there, nothing overwhelming, fluff, comfort, nothing 18+ but a brief alluding to it
word count - 1k
âOff.â
As a general rule of thumb, you were typically the clingier half of your relationship with Theo. There was something about the feel of his skin against yours and the way his touch grounded you that made you feel safe and cared for in ways you were still too embarrassed to express out loud. Theo was always happy to indulge, casually draping an arm across your shoulders and rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder.
However, like all rules, it came with its exception - particularly, when you were studying. You needed to focus on your work, and that wasnât exactly possible with the delicious warmth of Theo pressed against your back or hip. For the most part, he stayed well away when you needed him to, but something about the adrenaline of Quidditch practice made him extra excitable. Which was how you found yourself pouring over a hellish Charms essay in the Slytherin common room late one night, when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle and a familiar weight rest in the crook of your neck.
âTheo, I mean it,â you whined as he slid into the seat next to yours, refusing to relinquish his hold on you, effortlessly dragging you onto his lap. Your irritation evaporated at the sight of his boyish blue eyes and his sloping smile. It was a problem, really, how you could never stay mad at him. Merlin knows his ego is bad enough as it is.
âHey, doll.â His nose nudged yours and you finally relented, wrapping an arm around his neck as he kissed you. His face felt cool against your warm forehead, and he smelt pleasantly of some non-descript yet refreshing soap.Â
âMy neck is killing me,â you mumbled against his lips as you broke apart. Theo leaned back to get a better look at your wan face, distractedly running a hand down your spine.
âHave you had dinner yet?â
âYes,â you frowned, âwith you. Remember?â
Theo stared at you blankly. âY/N. Iâve been at Quidditch practice for the past four hours.â
âWhat are you talking about? We had dinner, then we came up to the common room, and it was, yâknow, freezing, and I said I needed to buy more fleece-lined tights, and you started saying something about liking me best without any tights, but then those fifth-years started wrestling each other over that game of -â
â- Gobstones?â
âExactly!â
âBabe, that was last Thursday.â
Your face fell. ââŠit was. Merlin.â Theo watched, amused, as you let out a string of curses under your breath as you flipped through your planner, scowling. âItâs this stupid Charms essay thatâs doing me in. I havenât had my head on straight all week. Remember when I wore my earmuffs to breakfast on Tuesday?â
âMhm.â
âMade a proper arse of myself at 8 in the morning. And I genuinely thought I saw you just an hour ago. I donât know what came over me.âÂ
âI didnât know I was so forgettable of a boyfriend,â Theo teased, as you buried your face into your hands.Â
âStop. I feel awful enough already,â came your muffled voice. Laughing, he took your hands in his own, his features softening at the exhausted look on your face.
âRough day, baby?â You groaned, burying your face into his chest as he wrapped his other arm around you. Before meeting Theo, you took pride in how fiercely independent you were. Even now, you were more than capable of handling your daily stresses just as well as the next guy, but you still had the tendency of being tightly wound more often than not, and sometimes it just felt nice to have someone hold you while you cried about how awful life was. No one could help you or get you to decompress the way Theo did.
âRough week, more like,â you mumbled into his collarbone. He hummed sympathetically, hand still running up and down your spine.
âYou didnât say a word.â
âIt could have been worse. I thought Iâd justâŠyou know. Deal.â
You could hear the amused lilt to his voice. âDeal?â
âDeal with it. On my own, I mean.â
His hold on you tightened a fraction. âHave dinner with me.â
âDidnât you eat before practice?â
âHm. Have supper with me.â
âTheo.â
âWhat?â
You sighed. You were never one to turn in an assignment late but, Merlin - he didnât make things easy for you.Â
âI really need to get this essay done.â
âSo youâll get it done. After supper. I could take a look at it for you. Or your neck. Or both.â
You snorted. âYeah, sure, because a distraction is just what I need now. You donât even take N.E.W.T level Charms.â
âSo you find me distracting?â
You pressed your lips together, biting the inside of your cheek. âLet me put it this way. If I, um, âhave supperâ with you now, this essay will not reach Flitwickâs desk by 10 am tomorrow.â
Theo didn't look too happy about anything you were saying. âSo what do you want me to do?â
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Like any other guy, Theo could only sympathise for so long before he was bursting with advice or solutions. You glanced at the clock, getting the distinct impression that he was valiantly trying to stifle a yawn.Â
âGo, leave, shoo. Get some rest, read a book, start a fight with some fifth-years, I donât know. I just need to bully myself into finishing this. Iâll see you in the morning.â
âBut I donât want to start a fight with some sticky-fingered Gobstones-playing fifth-years.â
Still, he reluctantly slid you off his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead before briefly disappearing. He returned with a huge, ancient book whose weathered cover seemed somewhat related to Potions. He arched an eyebrow as you made a face at it.
âWhatâs that?â
âWhatâs that?â You shot back, looking greatly repulsed by the gnarly volume.
âSome light bedtime reading material,â he quipped. You watched his face nervously, the tell-tale signs of fatigue knitted into the creases of his achingly beautiful face.
âI mean it, Teddy. You really should go to bed.â
âCanât. Iâve got a date in an hour.â
âDo you?â
âYeah. Iâm taking this really pretty girl out for supper.â
You rolled your eyes as Theo settled into his seat, cracking the disfigured tome open.
âSmooth-talker.â
#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#theo nott x reader#theo nott#theodore nott fluff
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could you write us more vampires !!!
also u the baddestt â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
"Your kind don't look so perfect in the sun," the human said. "It feels like shining a light through a counterfeit. Seeing all the flaws. I love it. Hi~"
The vampire stared at them, eyes wide and viciously frightened and simultaneously filled with a sort of bewildered wonder at the gentle warmth washing over them. It would have been adorable if they weren't a complete and utter monster, devoid of whatever humanity they'd once had. Poor mite. They were so new, weren't they?
"Gosh, really, though." The human leaned down, pressing a kiss to the vampire's forehead. "Just look at you," they murmured. "I could just eat you up, pumpkin. Who were you when you still had a beating heart?"
The vampire's skin was so cold that it almost felt blistering. Sharp. When they were a kid, they'd once made the stupid mistake of licking a metal lamppost in winter, because they'd heard it was so cold that your tongue could get stuck. It had seemed absurd. Impossible. They'd been so sure it couldn't be true. It had taken hours for them to finally be able to move away again.
Kissing a vampire always reminded them of those hours. No matter how many times they did it, they still half expected to end up with a frozen lips, unable to pull away, except with the vampire the scant hours by a lamppost would tick over for forever until all that was left was the dark.
Infernal, gorgeous creatures. How could they not be obsessed? Of course, the other hunters didn't approve, but then. Their track record spoke for itself.
The vampire was still staring when the human moved back. Of course they were.
It was an old myth that vampires burned in the sun, but an even older misconception. Exposing a vampire to the sun only got closer to revealing the truth of them; a dead thing in a box, guttingly vulnerable. They could not move, could not speak, could use none of their devastating array of night-time gifts. In the dark, the vampire was nigh unstoppable, uncageable, unbeatable, certainly too beautiful to deny.
But oh, in the daylight...
It was why every hunter who had been there since the start knew to find the vampire's lair before the moon began to rise. To follow the butterflies to an undead grave, or to whatever more modern alternative the creatures found in the many centuries of increasing refinement that followed. Same thing, though. A vampire in a guarded mansion, hunkered down behind thick walls of sun-blocking glass, was still just a pretty dead thing in a much bigger box. The human had found them all. Seen them all. This one had curled up in the first place that felt instinctively safe like a stray cat, hadn't they? They hadn't even thought to lock themselves in from the inside.
"I know, I know." the human said ruefully. "You thought you were safe. They all do. You were oh so careful! You only ate one of the locals and it was an accident, honest, you just woke up so hungry. You couldn't help it."
They picked the knife up from where they'd set it down and traced the tip along the deceptively soft line of the vampire's mouth.
The vampire's pupils turned to pinpricks of terror.
"Still," the human said, "one local is enough for them to call me around these parts. Bad luck for you, my friend, isn't it? If you'd got turned in a city, you might have had a chance! Sorry."
The vampire, predictably, said nothing. It was the only thing the human found themselves wishing for. To be able to talk with a vampire, not just at them, because certainly it would be foolish of them to risk getting near one at any other time.
The human sighed. They trailed the knife down, dug it into the vampire's neck, where the two distinctive fang marks rested.
"The lucky thing for you, is that I need to find your maker," they said. "Can't just kill you. Or maybe that's unlucky? I suppose that depends on you. As said, most people wouldn't make something like you round these parts. They know better. So how did we get here? I'm rambling. Anyway." They watched, idly, as blood trickled down the vampire's throat. "I know you can't tell me anything, killer, but you're going to try. Flick those pretty eyes up for me twice for yes. Down for no. Okay?"
The vampire was unblinkingly still for a moment, still staring at them, face involuntarily smooth. Then their eyes flicked up twice.
The human beamed. "Good! What a good leech. Now. About the last things you remember when you were still alive...do you remember meeting a tall, dark haired man, by any chance? Voice to die for. Body to kill for. Soul made for sin, etc. etc."
The vampire's eyes flicked up twice.
"Mm, thought so, thought so. Did they give you a name?" They tried a few of the aliases the vampire had used the last few times. No dice. "Okay, moving on..."
By the time evening came dangerously close, they had everything they needed. They plunged the blade into the vampire, regretfully, and rose. They cast a glance up at the sky, calculating the minutes and the seconds, before heading home to do some research.
They were back. The bastard was back.
Less than two days later, they got a call about another fledgling vampire that needed hunting. Could they help? The curious thing was that this one had a note in its pocket when it died.
Honey, I'm home.
You coming out to play tonight?
#vampires#idk experiment#I'm reading a book on vampire mythology and it goes into all of the original vampire myths#because we kinda got to the version we think of now before dracula#did you know they used to be able to shapeshift into geese!?#i love vampires#vampire#story#vampire hunter#this was originally going to be so much sweeter with a vampire trusting their lover to be around them in sunlight so they could feel the su
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Anger management idea
Jason got himself trapped in a fairy circle. It's not ideal, but it's far from the worst day of his life. And the Fae trying to free him is cute, even though she's having trouble using her magic.
Jason leaned on his hand as he sat on the ground. He sighed through his nose, wondering why he even had the stupid thought of taking a shortcut.
Tim was a descendent of a fae himself, so why on earth did he do this when he knew better?
He lifted his eyes up.
At least the faery that had appeared out of the ring was cute.
He watched her flutter around, her delicate wings flapping as she muttered to herself, a tiny book in her hands. Her wings were like a butterflyâs, black with white and turquoise spots. Her brilliant red hair contrasted against the dark colors and her clothes, made of water fabric and flower petals, sparkled within the sun.
âIâm sorry,â the faery said again. âIâll get you out soon.â She had taken it upon herself to help him, despite how Jason had nothing to offer her. He was already grateful that she was willing to do something, so he didnât feel angry.
âItâs okay,â responded Jason nonchalantly. âTake your time.â
At this rate, she wouldnât figure it out for another hour and he could take that time to relax and watch her flit about like a nervous hummingbird. She was so beautiful that it wasnât even a chore.
The faery perked up then. âWait! I think I got it!â
Jason smiled at her. âGo ahead.â
She waved her hand and chanted a small phrase. A little raincloud appeared from her fingers and then a small thunderbolt struck, slamming into the ground. Jason jumped, eyes wide and the faery cried out in shock before waving her hands again, dispersing the cloud.
âOh! Iâm so sorry! Iâm sorry!â She cried out, looking tearier by the second.
Jason lightly presented a hand and she stepped onto his palm trustingly. âHey, itâs okay, Princess. Iâm fine. We can just try again. But may I give a suggestion?â
She nodded, looking miserably down at the black spot her thunderbolt had made on the grass.
âHow about we make a fey contract? You get me out of here and Iâll do a favor for you. Would that be alright?â
She looked up at him, eyes wide. Jason resisted the urge to shiver at the sudden glint of greed in her eyes as she smiled, her wings fluttering as she nodded eagerly.
Oh no.
âOkay! Letâs make a deal, human!â She closed her book shut and slid it into the bag she kept by her side. Her smile grew into something sweet and dangerous, like poisoned honey. âShall we form a contract right here, right now? Tell me, whatâs your name, human?â
Oh fuck.
Just what had he gotten himself into?
#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#ask#jazz fenton#anon ask#jason todd#anger management ship#hardcover ship#jason x jazz#dp x dc au#fantasy anger management au#hell yeah I love this prompt#ty for the ask <3#jason is scaroused lmaooo
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Chapter one:
Summary: Y/N meets Nabi.
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âGood morning, welcome to MegaversĂ© CafĂ©. I'm Y/n. How can I help you today?â Y/n asked politely, her tone warm as she greeted the man standing in front of her. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usualâhe was undeniably handsome. His striking black hair was perfectly styled, and his outfit was sharp and carefully put together. His presence was commanding, like he carried a weight of authority wherever he went.
Y/nâs omega instincts tingled at the powerful aura he radiated, and when his scent hit her nose, it made her pulse quicken. It was the scent of an Alpha, one that could make any omega instinctively feel both drawn to him and slightly intimidated. She swallowed, trying to remain composed, but she couldnât deny how her body subtly reacted to him, her instincts urging her to be cautious yet respectful.
âUmm⊠hello,â he spoke softly, his voice calm yet full of purpose. âI heard you run a daycare here? Is that true?â He flashed a polite smile, his eyes briefly roving over Y/nâs face. She was quite beautiful, he noticed, though something about her also felt⊠different. There was a vulnerability there, one that intrigued him.
âOh right, yes, we do, sir,â Y/n answered, her smile widening as she relaxed a little. âAre you interested in the program?â
âYeah,â he nodded. âMy mates and I are looking to enroll our pups.â He paused, searching her face for any signs of judgment or surprise. âIs that possible?â
âOf course, sir,â Y/n said eagerly. âYouâre in the right place. If you just follow me, I can introduce you to the person in charge of that area.â She gestured toward the door on the opposite side of the counter.
The man, who introduced himself as Chan, gave a small nod of approval and followed her closely. Y/n couldnât help but notice how attentive he was to his surroundings, his eyes sharp and calculating, like he was weighing every detail.
They made their way down a hallway that led to a spacious daycare center, and as Chan entered, he was immediately impressed. The room was bright and inviting, filled with colorful toys, and it felt like the perfect environment for children. He nodded to himself, already picturing his pups playing in this space.
"So," she began, trying to make small talk to ease her nerves. "Do you have any specific requirements for the pups? Anything you'd like to know about our program?"
"No, just... a safe environment," he replied thoughtfully. His gaze swept the hallway as they passed, and Y/n couldn't help but feel his eyes on her, studying her closely. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he continued. "We just want them to be well taken care of."
She pushed open the door to the office, where a young woman with short, spiky hair was typing away at her laptop.
âRight, okay, this is Yenji. Sheâll be able to help you with everything,â Y/n introduced him to the woman sitting behind the reception desk.
âOkay, thank you,â Chan said, squinting a little, trying to recall Y/nâs name. âIâm sorry, could you remind me of your name again?â
âY/n,â she replied quickly with a soft smile. âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to ask.â
Chan nodded, but as he turned to face Yenji, something about Y/n lingered in his thoughts. Her scent, her movements⊠his alpha side immediately picked up that she was an omega. It wasnât just her scent; it was the way she carried herself, the soft yet polite mannerism. There was no mistaking it.
âThank you once again, have a good day,â Chan said, offering a polite smile. He waved goodbye, and Y/n returned the gesture, heading back toward the counter.
As she walked away, Chanâs curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Yenji. âIs she an omega?â His voice was low, careful not to make it sound like an interrogation, but the question hung in the air.
Yenji chuckled softly, looking up from her laptop. âWe normally canât disclose that kind of information, sirâŠâ she trailed off, her tone turning conspiratorial. âBut yes, she is.â
âAh, I see,â Chan murmured, nodding in understanding. He felt a small pang of something he couldnât quite identify at the thought, but he quickly pushed it away.
âOh, donât worry,â Yenji said, waving him off. âYouâre not the first to ask about her. Sheâs new around here, and she definitely has an effect on Alphas. But sheâs a sweetheart, really.â
âHmmâŠâ Chan hummed thoughtfully. He was still trying to figure her out, but that would have to wait.
Yenji smiled, shifting gears back to business. âNow, shall we get started?â She gestured toward the chair across from her desk. âPlease, have a seat.â
Yenji looked up from her laptop, her expression polite but curious. "How can I help you today?"
Chan smiled warmly at her. "I heard you run a daycare for pups. My mates and I were hoping to enroll them."
Yenji raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Of course, we can help you with that. What are their names and ages?"
Just then Nabiâs stroller had just rolled in, and it was Felix, Chanâs mate, who was rushing in with the child.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Felix's voice echoed as he hurried into the office, his face flushed with stress. "Nabi was having a meltdown, and the twins got into a fight. Itâs been a whole morning!"
Chan's expression softened as he stepped forward to help Felix with the stroller. "Itâs okay, donât worry about it." He gently took the baby bag from Felixâs arms, giving him a smile. "Youâre here now. Thatâs what matters."
Felix sighed in relief, looking over at Yenji. "Iâm so sorry weâre late. I hope this doesnât cause too much trouble."
Yenji waved off his concern, giving him a reassuring smile. "Not at all! We were just going over some details."
Chan and felix sat back down, and the conversation shifted to the practicalities of daycare for their pups. Chan, always a man of few words, laid out the details clearly but Felix was the one doing most of the talking.
âWe have seven pups in total,â Felix began, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his little ones. âThey havenât presented yet, so for now theyâre just regular pups. We were hoping you could take care of them during the day while we run the packâs village.â
Felix looked at Yenji with a sheepish smile. âDid you tell her who we are?â
âNo,â Chan said, leaning back in his chair. âWeâve been trying to keep it low-key, but itâs hard with how well-known our pack is.â
Felix sighed, shaking his head. âYouâd be surprised. Some places donât care who we are. Weâve had a hard time finding a daycare thatâll take this many pups.â
Yenjiâs eyes widened in disbelief. âNo way. People refuse you? I donât get it.â
Felix ran his fingers through his hair, looking frustrated. âThey donât know who we are half the time, and even if they do, weâre still rejected. But weâre glad you can help us.â
Yenji blinked, looking up from her notes. âWait, a village?â
âYeah, our pack runs a whole village. Weâre the SKZ pack.â
âWait, the SKZ pack?â Yenji gasped, dropping her pen in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked from Chan to Felix. âI didnât realizeâwow, itâs such an honor to meet you! Iâve heard so much about your pack.â
Chan chuckled softly, clearly accustomed to the reactions his packâs name stirred. âYes, thatâs us,â he said with a smirk, though his tone remained humble. âBut weâre just a regular family. No need for all the fanfare.â
Yenji couldnât help but smile. âRight, right,â she said, trying to gather herself. âSo, about the pups. How old are they?â
Chan ran through the details smoothly. âEunji is the oldest, seven years old. Then thereâs Joon, whoâs also seven but a few months younger. The twins, Aera and Hwan, are six. Tae will turn six soon. Chul is four, and Nabi just turned one last month.â
Yenji scribbled down the information, noting every detail. âOkay, and do they have any dietary requirements?â
âNot really. Their other mum is very strict about their diets, but theyâre mostly fine with whatever,â Felix said, though he smiled fondly at the thought of his mateâs fussing over their pupsâ food. âTheyâre picky, but nothing unusual.â
âAlright,â Yenji nodded. âAny illnesses we should know about?â
âNot at all,â Felix replied, thinking for a moment. âWell, Joon did break his arm last week playing in the backyard, but itâs nothing serious.â
âA broken arm?â Yenji raised an eyebrow, noting it down. âOkay, does he need any ongoing medication?â
"HmmâŠ" Felix thought for a moment. "Just a few things. Some painkillers here and there, and⊠whatâs it called, babe?" He turned to the man.
"Intranasal and dietary supplements," Chan answered, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Right," Felix nodded. "Thatâs about it. Other than that, theyâre pretty healthy."
Yenji gave them an understanding look, eager to help in any way she could. "No problem. We can definitely accommodate that."
"Is there anything specific youâd like to ask about the kids? Diapers, snacks, or dietary restrictions?" Felix asked.
Yenji spoke up. "Actually, does Nabi wear diapers?"
"Yes, she does," Felix confirmed, Yenji started jotting something down. "But we always pack extra in her bag. No offense, but Iâm a little bit of a control freak when it comes to what diapers she wears. I also prefer if the kids donât borrow clothes from other children."
"Thatâs totally understandable," Yenji nodded, not in the least offended. "Weâll make sure to accommodate that. Actually, Iâll reserve some lockers for you to store extra clothes. Just in case they spill something or need a change."
Felix seemed to relax a little at that. "I appreciate it," he said, looking over at Chan who gave him a reassuring nod.
"I have a question," Chan spoke up, still eyeing the room. "What does their schedule look like? Iâm also a little concerned about the cafe being so close by⊠Anyone can just walk in, right?"
Yenji shook her head immediately. "No need to worry about that at all, sir." She smiled warmly, clearly proud of their security measures. "This is just the front office. Iâll take you to the back where the daycare rooms are, and youâll seeâno one gets in without their parent cards."
"Parent cards?" Chanâs brow furrowed, clearly confused.
"Yes, every parent has to have one to get through the door," Yenji explained, gesturing toward a scanner by the back door. "You just swipe your card, and then the system uses facial recognition to verify your identity. Youâll also need to sign in whenever you pick up or drop off your pups."
Felix raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Okay, but letâs say I lose my card, and someone tries to use it. What happens then?"
Yenji chuckled lightly. "They wouldnât get through because of the facial recognition system, and our security personnel would definitely stop anyone who wasnât familiar with the kids. We take safety very seriously here."
Felix purred, clearly satisfied with that answer. "Hm, I like this place already."
"Iâm glad to hear that," Yenji replied with a smile. She continued, "As for the kids' schedules, it really depends on the day. Most days, theyâll do arts and crafts, reading, and even digital games. The older ones have structured activities like sports, while the younger ones do more normal activities like sensory play or free time."
"Can we get a copy of their schedule?" Felix asked, clearly curious.
"Of course," Yenji said, scribbling down a few notes before handing Felix a sheet of paper. "Also, we need to know who will be picking up the kids. Weâll get cards made for those individuals as well."
Chan spoke up again, organizing the details. "Itâll mostly be the momsâHan and Felixâbut some days, Lee Know and Hyunjin might need to pick them up. So, weâd need cards for all eight contacts."
"Eight?" Yenji blinked in surprise.
"Yes, our schedule is complicated. Trust me, itâs easier this way," Chan chuckled.
The conversation shifted to timing after. "Daycare officially runs from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m., but if that doesnât work for you, we can shift it to 9 a.m. to 3 p.m."
Felix quickly jumped in. "Oh, hyung, can we do the 9 to 3 shift instead? Itâll make it easier for you guys to work in the afternoon, right?"
Chan nodded, thinking it over. "Yeah, I think weâll go with that."
Yenji jotted down the change. "Got it! Weâll adjust that for you."
As the meeting continued, Felix turned to Yenji with a slight smile. "So, who exactly is in charge of the kids? We just want to make sure theyâll be in good hands."
Yenji smiled back. "Only omegas are in charge of the kids here. We donât hire alphas, except for security."
Felix let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God. I donât trust any alphas with my kids unless Iâm around."
Yenji smiled, understanding the concern. "Iâm a beta, by the way. Weâve got a few of us, but weâre all trained extensively. Your pups will be in great hands."
Felixâs shoulders relaxed at that. "Iâm happy to hear that."
"And we have a nurse on staff at all times," Yenji added. "Youâll just need to fill out a medical form. The fee for each pup is 279,640 won."
"Wait, what?" Chan gasped dramatically, earning a playful slap from Felix.
"Hyung, stop it," Felix giggled, swatting him playfully.
Chan pouted. "You omegas are going to make me run broke."
Yenji laughed at their playful exchange. "It gets worse, Iâm afraid," she teased.
"Oh God," Chan groaned. "How much more?"
"We can discuss the fees later," Yenji said with a chuckle. "First, letâs finish the campus tour."
Chan grinned. "Weâre not buying a new car."
Felix faked a pout. "But babyâŠ"
"Absolutely not unless youâre getting it out of Changbin or I.N's account," Chan teased, looking at Yenji, who couldnât help but smile at the dynamics of the pack.
Finally, it was time to wrap up the meeting and head for the campus tour. "We can leave Nabi in the stroller while Y/n watches her," Yenji suggested, getting up from the desk. "Donât worry, sheâll be safe."
Felixâs omega instincts immediately protested. "Uh... Alright, thatâs fine," he said reluctantly, but Yenji noticed the concern in his eyes. He didnât know her, but he didnât want to leave Nabi with anyone else.
Yenji quickly excused herself to grab Y/n, who was just outside the office. "Do you need me to remove my scent patches?" Y/n asked politely when she entered the room.
"Can you?" Felix asked, his voice soft but firm. "I just donât want her to get fussy. And please, donât scent her. I donât feel comfortable with that."
Y/n gave him an understanding nod. "Of course, Iâll make sure to be gentle with her."
As Chan slowly handed Nabi over to Y/n, he sighed. "God, sheâs getting heavy."
"Well, you know how Changbin gets about skinny pups," Felix teased as he adjusted the baby bag.
Y/n carefully cradled Nabi, the little pup settling back to sleep with a small sigh.
Chan, who had been watching all this with a bemused expression, let out a loud huff. "Can we hurry this up? Iâve got a studio session in an hour."
Felix chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Letâs go."
"Shall we?" Yenji asked, gesturing toward the hallway. "Follow me, Iâll show you where the daycare rooms are. This area is just for the front office, so itâs not where the kids will be spending their time."
Chan and Felix exchanged a look before following Yenji down the hall, their footsteps echoing in the quiet building. The daycare was spacious, with colorful walls and a number of rooms dedicated to various age groups. As they passed a playroom, Chanâs eyes flickered toward it, noticing the well-organized space and the ample toys.
"This place is bigger than I expected," Felix commented, clearly impressed by the setup. "It seems really well organized."
"We take pride in our facilities," Yenji said with a small smile, leading them into the main area. "Weâve got separate rooms for different age groups."
"Sounds like itâs well-thought-out," Chan said, nodding approvingly.
They made their way through the different sections of the daycare, which were full of age-appropriate toys and even small rest areas. There was a quiet, calming atmosphere to the place, and the alphas were reassured that their pups would be safe here. The walls were decorated with happy drawings from other pups, and each room had its own dedicated staff, all of whom were betas or omegasânever alphas. The care here was personal, and it was clear that the staff was well-trained and genuinely cared about the pups.
As they returned to the office, Y/n was sitting on one of the office sofas, rocking the baby gently with one hand while cooing softly at Nabi, who was still tucked under a light blanket.
"Oh, you sweet little thing," Y/n whispered, a soft smile on her face. The little pup stirred slightly but stayed asleep, her small hands curling into tiny fists as she nuzzled deeper into the warmth of her blanket. Y/nâs omega instincts kicked in as she carefully and gently rocked her, murmuring quiet words of comfort. It was almost like an instinct, this bond that formed between omegas and pups. She couldnât help but feel a swell of affection for the baby in her arms.
Felix and Chan returned, clearly pleased with the daycareâs setup. Chan took one look at the sleeping Nabi in Y/nâs arms and smiled.
"Looks like she likes you," Felix commented softly, walking over to gently lift Nabi out of Y/nâs arms.
Nabi woke up with a small whimper but settled back when she saw Felix, her mother. "I think she really likes you, Y/n," Felix added, chuckling softly as he took his daughter into his arms. "Sheâs a little attached."
Y/n smiled warmly, her heart fluttering. "Sheâs just precious," she cooed, watching as Felix carefully adjusted her in his arms.
âSheâs so cute, right?â
Y/n smiled at the baby in her arms. âSheâs adorable.â
Felixâs voice softened as he chuckled. âShe takes after I.N, I think.â
"It was an absolute pleasure working with you both," Yenji said, excited that such a well-known pack would be joining their daycare.
"Iâll be seeing you on Monday then," Y/n added, her smile warm but slightly bittersweet.
"Yes you will," Chan responded pulling out his phone to check a message.
After completing the final bits of paperwork, Chan, Felix, and Yenji exchanged a few more pleasantries, clearly satisfied with their decision to enroll their pups here.
As Chan, who had been watching all this with an amused smile, stood up, he gave them a friendly wave. "Have a good day, guys!" His voice carried a light tone, though his eyes flickered a deep red for just a second.
Y/n blinked in surprise at the brief flash of red in Chan's eyes. It wasnât something she saw often, but the flicker was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
Chan was more focused on the fact that Y/nâs scent was undeniably strong now. His alpha instincts reacted involuntarily, stirring a sharp, deep craving within him. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to control the pull he felt.
Damn, he thought, swallowing hard. Her scent is so strongâŠ
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A/N: This was kinda messy but i just wanted to get the series a start so bare with me.
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Bucky is high-key appalled by the lack of chivalry and politeness exhibited by the men of the twenty first century. Can't fathom that men ignore women on the train or bus who need seats, that doors aren't being opened for women, seats aren't being pulled out, space isn't made for women as they pass packs of men on the sidewalk. There are many things in this new age world that Bucky can't wrap his head around, but the disregard for women is something he'll never understand, so he opens doors for ladies if they are both going in the same building, vacates seats when there is a woman around in need of space. He can't help it, having grown up in a world entirely different to the one he is now. It is second nature and comes as quickly as breathing, but it stuns you a little the first time you get treated like that. You swoon at the fact Bucky holds the door for you, lets you pass before him, makes sure you walk on the safer side of the pavement, holds your hand when you cross the road, makes sure you get the food and drinks first, offers to drive and pay for date nights, the list is endless. Still, for once in your adult dating life, you don't question the sincerity of his words as they are backed up by actions.
"Did something happen to men while I was gone?" Bucky's confused voice floats down the hall of your apartment as he strides in, kicking his shoes off and placing them neatly on the rack by the bathroom door.
"What do you mean?" You look up from your spot on the couch, laptop sitting on your raised legs. "Like, did they go extinct and come back?"
Bucky reaches the living room and shucks off his jacket and gloves to hang over the chair before coming to the couch and plopping beside you. A soft kiss is pressed to your cheek, stubble grazing your skin as he mumbles a greeting before settling into the plush sofa.
"I mean, did they lose all manners?" he shakes his head in disbelief, hands splaying out in frustrated emphasis. "Do men not open doors for women? Or move out of the way for them on the side walk?"
You close the laptop and stow it away on the small shelf of the coffee table, no longer focusing on the information packets Tony had sent you early this morning.
"What happened?" You ask, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, enjoying how he melts into your touch.
"I just watched a bucnh'a men in suits practically push a woman out of the way to get through the door." he sighs, clearly exasperated at the lack of respect for other humans. "And then they didn't even hold the door for her! They just let it swing closed. How do they act on dates? I doubt they pay."
You hum, letting his rant continue.
"And I was on the line."
"Online." you correct gently, spiking his hair up with your fingers, the shorter strands finally obeying you.
"I was online," he rectifies. "and I saw this video of a woman talking about a man getting angry that she wasn't gonna go home with him after the first date."
"Please tell me that never happened to you." His attention shifts to you now, genuine distress simmering in his blue eyes, and when you don't answer, he becomes distraught.
"Doll, no," Bucky shakes his head as if you confessed to the murder of his beloved stuffed animal. "Come on, you gotta be joking."
"It was years ago! I was young and stupid and didn't know my worth." You shrug, obviously not as upset as your counterpart. âI've learnt my lesson. I know I am worth at least two dinners now." The joke falls flat as Bucky stares, not amused.
"It's a joke, Buck."
"I know, but I don't like it." He grumbles, folding his arms across his chest like a child. "Don't like that you were treated like that."
"Well, good thing I've got you now, huh?" you abandon his hair, stroking the back of your fingers over his stubbly cheek.
Bucky pouts. "Still don't like it. You deserved better."
You kiss his cheek, feeling his cheeks round as he smiles. "You're too good to me, Mr. Barnes." another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Even if we did sleep together on the first date."
"Hey! That wasn't the same. We knew each other before that." Bucky protests as you stand from the couch, walking to the kitchen to start on dinner. "At least I paid!"
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""lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???"
It's not evangelical. It's parental and societal. If you cannot be trusted to speak truthfully, you cannot be trusted to speak truthfully.
Children (in general) do not have the capacity for complex moral codes. Something is either wrong, or it is right for young children. As children grow up they will encounter instances where adults lie, hopefully they'll have a discussion with their parents that leads a more nuanced moral code, a greater understanding of where flexibility of speech and being truthful intersects.
I posit that it is never "good" to lie. It can be morally neutral in totality of the act. Deceiving someone can serve the Greater Good - "but whose greater good?" is always the question to ask here.
Lying is never a 'good' thing, however, if it serves a good purpose, a necessary purpose (survival), do not hesitate. To anyone saying "But that's good!" No, lying is never good. Ask yourself, which is better, to live in a world where you never have to lie, or to live in one where you must? If that doesn't show you that lying is not "good" but rather is necessary to avoid worse outcomes, then I cannot help you.
"sometimes it accomplishes a goal"
If you are lying it should always be in service of a goal. If you're lying just to lie⊠that is wrong.
If you're lying when it's meaningless to test your ability to lie, that is in service of a goal, "testing to see if I can lie".
"sometimes the truth is nobody's business, or is tricky to articulate, or you don't know what the truth is but are expected to have an answer regardless."
Then just say that. "It's none of your business", "that's hard to put into words/it's complicated, give me [TIME UNITS] to figure out how best/simply to say it", "I don't know, but I can find out for you".
If you don't feel safe speaking the actual truth, then of course lie.
"However, it is also still a useful social tool, and of course itâs part of the tool kit that you used to create stories. If you canât lie, how can you write or tell a good story?"
I put forth that storytelling* is not lying. You are not decieving someone else, you are sharing a fiction. Maybe this is some small autistic line I refuse to cross or some weird ethical flexibility that serves me, but it's my line and my flexibility. Maybe it's even my lie. * By which I mean you and your audience understand your just 'telling a story". There may be truth in it, but the story is a story, facts are changed, obscured, elements of the story are whole cloth, if not all of it. This is the understanding between storyteller and audience. If the audience isn't made aware of thisâ , at least at someone point, it is lying and likely dangerous.
â See 1938 War of the Worlds radio broadcast. Yes the public was made aware of the broadcast just being a story, and thankfully no one lost thier life over it, but the radio station apologized for good reason. The panic was also not anywhere near as widespread or as terrible as the news media reporting on it made it out to be, or as CBS or ORson Wells played it up to enhance their legend.
A lesson for modern times about how the news sensationalizes things eh?
"Which is kind of a dark art."
Manipulating people into believing something that "never happened", something that is not true, is not "kind of a dark art", it is completely dark. Even if it's for the Greater Good.
"lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???
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