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talesofesther · 2 days ago

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ten reasons not to kiss her

➥ Ch one: The first reason

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader/fem!OC

Series Summary: Natasha slowly adapts to a life by your side, all the while thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't kiss you.

A/N: This story is a labour of love. I have loved Natasha for longer than I can remember, and this story is that love written down. If you ever wondered what Natasha would be like as a partner, this story will show you. <3 At first, this was going to be a very long one-shot, but I decided that it looks and works much better divided into chapters. The chapters won't be huge, but the updates will also not take long to come out. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing; let me know your thoughts.

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It had been a strange decision from the start.

Natasha did not need an apartment; she could live in a million-dollar tower if she wanted to.

She rented an apartment anyway. It was a small thing, only a couple of blocks away from Stark's tower. Sometimes, free will still felt like a foreign concept. Natasha wanted to break the cycle; she wanted a thing of her own, a home to go back to that was solely hers. And maybe that concept was even more foreign, but she was content.

The time she spent in her apartment didn't have a schedule or pattern. Work kept her away for several days at a time. Good work, clean work—Natasha would tell herself over and over each time she put on her black suit. If she stole files for SHIELD, if she took people's lives, it was for a good cause. She was going clean; she was washing away the red on her ledger.

Natasha told herself over and over. A mantra, muttered under her breath. Maybe if she said it enough times, she'd believe it.

On free days, she went back to her apartment. The decoration was still bare and dull; cream colored walls had no art or portraits on them, there was a single grey couch in front of a flat screen tv, a small kitchen with only the necessary amount of cutlery for one person, and thin curtains that did nothing to keep sunlight away and flowed easily with the wind.

But Natasha liked it. She had bought a small potted plant on a whim; the little thing had its place on her windowsill, and a rush of giddy pride filled Natasha when she noticed a new green leaf had grown after a few days of close care. It was peaceful, it was quiet. Natasha never had anything of her own. This? It belonged to her.

It didn't take too long for Natasha to meet you, then. When she rented the apartment, Natasha forgot to consider that she'd have neighbors.

She was about to step into the only elevator of the building. You, were rushing out of it.

Natasha had quick reflexes; she took hold of both your arms before you could crash into her and undoubtedly spill the coffee inside the to-go cup you were holding.

You gasped in surprise, looking at Natasha with widened eyes. And she frowned, more at herself than at you; because Natasha immediately noticed how beautiful your eyes were, even under the crappy blinking light of the hallway.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You were quick to say. You had a burgundy scarf around your neck, which matched the pink of your cheeks. Maybe it was colder outside.

One of your hands grasped at the fabric of Natasha's black bomber jacket, around her forearm—out of reflex, no doubt—but Natasha was a little too aware of your touch. She averted her gaze, focusing on the open doors of the elevator behind you.

She shook her head dismissively. "No problem."

"You're my new neighbor."

When Natasha looked at you again, her brow raised with curiosity. She noticed that the smile on your lips was as soft as your voice. Natasha should not be looking at your lips.

"I had noticed the door next to mine was vacant. And then it wasn't." You explained further with a shrug when the redhead, still holding onto your arms, kept silent. Your eyes carefully followed the curls of her red hair. "Welcome."

Natasha held your stare for a second longer. She could only nod. She hurried inside the elevator and away from you faster than she meant to.

There was a kindness to you. Each time you and Natasha happened upon each other again—in the elevator, when you'd be arriving home at night and Natasha was just leaving, sometimes in the street just before going inside the apartment building—you always greeted her with a smile and a small wave, even on the days when she'd give you nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement.

In just a couple of weeks, you became a peculiar variable in Natasha's life, something she wasn't used to. She hadn't accounted on meeting someone like you. Someone as sweet as you.

At first, Natasha avoided you like the plague. At the same time, she secretly always hoped you'd find her, anyway.

And you did, because when Natasha walked into the cozy coffee shop across the street from the building, the face that greeted her at the counter was yours. There was a barely there falter on her steps, a fleeting moment of hesitation where Natasha considered choosing another place to buy coffee. But the poorly contained excitement shining bright in your eyes as soon as you noticed Natasha opening the door kept her hostage.

The place was very inviting, with brick walls, order suggestions written with chalk on blackboards, plush red seats that were too carefully crafted to be from this decade, and a grunge melody coming from a vintage jukebox in the corner.

Natasha reached the counter, gripping the edge with her hands. A beat or two passed, and she pretended to look at the coffee suggestions written to your right.

You waited until she was ready. You were kind like that.

When the redhead chanced a glance at you, that soft smile of yours that Natasha had already memorized the shape of was back; "What can I get you?"

She raised a brow, deciding on a challenge. "Why don't you surprise me?" Natasha's voice was velvety, her smirk tantalizing.

And you did, when you attuned with her quickly. You tapped your pen against your lips once, twice; smile not wavering. You wrote something down in your notepad. "It would be my pleasure."

Natasha chose to sit in a booth by the nearest window, which had a clear view of both the door and the counter.

You brought the coffee to her yourself. A Macchiato, along with a plate holding two chocolate cookies. You placed it in front of her with a quiet "Enjoy" falling past your lips.

Natasha drank the coffee and had to hold back a groan of satisfaction. She took a second sip and glanced up towards the counter in the same heartbeat. You caught her staring, but she caught you staring back. Your eyes had already been on her.

Natasha fought a smile when she watched the way your bashful eyes avoided hers, and a smile of your own framed your pink cheeks and crinkled the sides of your eyes.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Natasha had trouble looking away from you. She realized, with sudden shortness of breath, that she too became softer in your presence.

This sort of love was not allowed for someone like her. You were both too soft, and the world around you was all knives and chipped teeth. Natasha knew it well. And she should not be looking at your lips. This was the first reason why.

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yunzyoi · 2 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐞 (s.jy)

[NSFW] That Damn Nose [Pt. 3] - jake x f!reader

𓂃۶ৎ [ 제이크] You were just trying to survive the last High School year. Just trying to get your shit together, trying be ready to be an adult. But you had one single distraction. Jake Sim, your math teacher.

٠࣪⭑ cw/tags: smut, soft!dom math teacher jake and sub f!reader student. plot?, porn, age gap (just two years), dirty talk, phone sex, recording, fingering, masturbation, face riding, pussy eating, squirting, public, mdni. don't read if uncomfortable.

٠࣪⭑ wc: 3.08k

You had a huge crush on your math professor since the year started. But what would you do if he felt the same attraction? ᯓ★

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You moan softly against your hand, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jake works his tongue on you from behind. He moans against your pussy. You had waited til the end of his period to ask him a question about the class but instead you got bent over his desk with his face buried in your pussy. It had been like this all week. Every day, after his period, in his classroom, he'd eat you out, every time better than the last one. Sometimes you would suck him off. Mostly, he'd prefer to have you on his face. You rock your hips back against his face and he chuckles.

"Mmh, like that, baby" He murmurs behind you as you grab the edge of the table and whine softly.

"I'm close—"

"Good" He says while his fingers press on your clit for more pleasure. You moan again. "Quiet"

You try, you really try but when the knot in your stomach explodes and your orgasm hits. You only see stars. Jake cleans you up with his tongue, helping you ride your orgasm. Once your breathe calms down, he kisses you ass cheek and bites it softly.

"God you taste so damn good, I could do it all day" He murmurs standing up to help you get off the table. He kisses your neck fron behind and sits down on his chair with you on his lap. "You okay?

You nod leaning back against his body, resting your head back against his shoulder. He looks down and his cock throbs in his pants at the view of you looking so spent. You whine softly when he caresses your body. "What was that question you had about class?" He asks gently with a soft smile that only makes you blush intensely. You whine again, softly, sweetly, nuzzling his neck a little.

"The theorem" You murmur, his scent making you feel drunk. "It's so hard" You say again, all lost in the aftermath of your orgasm.

Jake chuckles, his hands holding you against him. "Oh look at you, so cuddly" He murmurs. "You liked it that much, princess?" And you nod, no shame. "Thought so"

Jake feels like he could die. Having you in his arms makes him feel all fuzzy and at the same time in so much power. You're all spread, sitting on his lap, nuzzling his neck, talking nonsense, all wet and sticky from your orgasm, a complete mess. And he knows it's because of him. He knows he did this to you. He knows you're like this only for him. And it drives him crazy.

"Jake?" You say softly seeing how he got lost in his thoughts. He snaps back quickly. "Will you explain it to me?"

Jake looks down at his wrist and frowns. "Oh, angel, I wish I could, but look, it got so late" He says looking down at you. "I'm so sorry darling"

"But the exam is tomorrow" You say, sitting straight, a little scared. "I asked you—"

"It's not that I don't want to, princess" He says. "I just cannot keep you here for longer" He sighs and removes some hair from your face. "Let's do something..."

"What" You look at him, waiting, nervous, you need to pass that exam.

"Later today, I'll call you, okay? And we can have like an online review of the exam" He says and right now he just sounds like any other teacher, if we forget that you're half-naked on his lap, of course. "You okay with that?"

You nod quickly, agreeing with him for an online review. You had no idea how you'd handle having his voice on your ear for that long without getting your panties off your body but all you needed to do was pass that exam and that was it, senior year was over.

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You felt like a total mess. It was infurating, frustrating but at the same time, so hot the way Jake turned you on. He didn't even have to do anything, just his mere existence made your legs shake and your pussy throb with need. The fact that now you get eaten out by him on a daily basis doesn't help. You shake slightly, sweat all over you, hand between your legs. Yes, again, you were just touching yourself for him. Thinking about how he gets hard for you, about the times you've touched him, about the way his nose runs down your pussy. "Jake" You whine softly, bedding wet again, fingers deep inside you. You wanted more, more than just a head on a tueaday afternoon in his classroom. You wanted to have him inside you.

Every time you saw him get hard, every time you took his cock in your hands to pleasure him with your mouth you could only think about how he'd feel inside you. How he'd stretch you out, push deep, hit that spot that you can't reach. Your mind only raises with more and more thoughts. Jake balls deep into you, kisses all over you because you know he's so fucking gentle with you. Pretty pet names and praises coming out his lips while he absolutely destroys you.

Your phone rings, eyes open abruptly, the ringtone disturbing your fantasy, interrupting the perfect rythm your fingers had. You reach for it to turn down whoever is calling. You weren't expecting the name that showed up on the screen. And then it's like your brain shifts. The online review. Fuck. You remove your fingers from your pussy and pick up, still twitching with need in your bed, not knowing what to do but desperate to hear his voice.

"Hey, angel" He says softly, enough to make you gasp and squeeze your thighs together. "You okay?" He chuckles. If he knew.

"Y-yeah..." You say softly, trying to sit down but he speaks again and it only makes your head spin, falling back again, legs squeezing and moving.

"So, just calling to let you know we can start whenever you want, we'll do a little facetime so you can have a better visual of what I'll—" He stops, he knows something's off, you're too easy to read even on call. "Sweetheart are you there?" He asks.

Your heart beating like it's running marathon at the new petname. He was being so fucking sweet with you while you were here, spread out in your bed and fighting the urge to moan and touch yourself while he speaks in your ear. He called in such an unfortunate moment. Right when you were imagining his dick buried in you.

"Yes" you say, breathy. He notices immediately. "Just woke up" You lie, and he knows it.

"Just woke up?" He says, sweet, but he's smirking, like he knows and continues talking, waiting for the right second where you fall apart for him. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry to hear that" He says, faking this time. "If you want I can call later, maybe?

"No." You quickly say, way too fast. Like you're possessed. "Please" And there it is, falling apart.

Jake's cock throbs at your trembling voice. "Oh?" He reacts immediately. He knew that "please" wasn't you asking him to explain you that theorem. "You want me to stay, baby?"

You nod, forgetting he can't see you and then you manage to talk again. "Yes"

"I'll stay, darling" He says softly, knowing exactly what he's doing. "Do you want me talk to you, mmh?" He says, teasing, waiting to see how you'll confess what you so clearly were doing.

"Yes" You whisper, weakly, oh you were slowly falling apart. You couldn't help it, it was so easy to melt to his voice.

"How adorable, did i catch you doing something?" He asks, your heartbeat quickening, hands fisting the phone and the bedsheet, still fighting the urge to bury your hand in between your legs.

"Jake—" You try to speak, but you're almost shaking.

"Of course I did, your voice is telling me everything about it." He chuckles biting his lips. "Were you thinking of me, baby? Thinking of what I do to you every day? What I still haven't done to you?"

You moan, unable to hold back anymore. back arching off the bed.

"Talk to me darling, tell me, what you want" He says softly, filthy in some way.

"Jake I—" You gasp softly. "I want you" You confess. Not like he didn't know that. "I can't do this" You continue, weak, vulnerable.

"You want me?" He asks teasingly.

"Oh yes" you whine like you're pain from not having him.

Jake chuckles, his cock already hard in his pants. He bites his lips, thoughts immediately raising. "What are you wearing, baby?"

Your heart skips a beat when he asks that and you feel embarrassed to even answer it. "Just a shirt"

Jake's heart almost goes into cardiac arrest at the though of you almost naked. "In bed?" You nod and hum. He smiles, finding you adorable. "Jesus christ" He whispers. "You sound desperate, what a mess" He chuckles, his hand eager to touch himself. "I bet you're soaked" You moan softly. "Yes, you are"

"Jake— Jake please" You say, not really knowing what you're begging for exactly.

"Yes darling? What do you want me to do?" He asks softly again, his hand slowly moving to his growing cock. "Want me to help, mmh?

"Oh God, yes, please" You moan gripping the sheets.

"Oh baby, why are you torturing yourself, go ahead and krep touching yourself for me" The second he gives you permission your hand is buried in between your thighs again. Fingers searching for your clit and a curse escaping your lips. "I'll guide you, baby, don't worry"

Fuck, he'll guide you. That's all there is in your mind right now. Your back arches off the bed.

"How wet are you?" He asks. It was impressive how sweet his tone always sounded compared to the filthy words he said.

"So wet, Jake, I can't—" He smiles at how overwhelmed you sound.

"Shhh, easy, just listen to my voice" He says and smirks at your whiny voice. "I want you to get your pretty fingers soaked in your own juices, then spread it around"

You moan at how dirty he sounded and immediately do as he asks. Your fingers already soaked and spreading the wetness around your pussy and even your inner thighs. Jake was loving it even though he couldn't see it.

"That's it baby, now find your clit and and give it some touches for me. Imagine it's my fingers doing it for you, do it like you know I would" He orders carefully. You're so desperate that you can't wait until he's done and your fingers are already working your clit.

You were so desperate that your clit was already swollen and so, so sensitive. You arch your back. "Jake..." You whine and he chuckles.

"Good girl" He whispers palming his cock through the fabric of his pants. "Now slide them down baby, I want those fingers sliding down your folds"

It was so dirty that you were sure you were getting way wetter at his words. You do as he says, fingers slippery and sticky sliding down. Up and down while he keeps talking. Praising.

"You like that, baby? When I tell you you're doing good?" You moan and nod desperately. He knows you're probably nodding and chuckles. "Words, love"

"Oh God, yes, please tell me I'm good"

He chuckles at your desperation, never in his life has he met anyone so desperate for him. "You're such a mess for me. You'd do anything for me to praise you, huh?"

"Yes" You say breathy and whimpery almost immediately.

Jake nearly moans at your response his hands quickly reaching his pants, undoing them and pulling out his cock. "Fuck" He whispers. "You're gonna regret saying that later" He leans his head back. "Just keep touching yourself for me, okay?"

You keep going, faster, whining loudly.

"Slide your fingers in for me" Jake orders, breathy, his hand moving up and down on his cock.

You arch your back when you do it. You're so fucking wet that your fingers go in easily. You're sure that you could fit another finger but for now, two is fine. Your hand moves fast, Jake's groans on the other side of the line pushing you closer.

"That's it, baby, just like that, such a good girl" He whisper and moans, unable to hold it. "Oh God, I wish I was there with you" He says out of breath, whimpery. "Fuck, baby, I'd make you feel so good" His hand moves relentless, up and down, squeezing, imagining it's your pussy wrapped around it.

"Jake" You moan, pussy making the dirtiest noises. "Jake, I'm gonna cum" You warn.

"Wait a little, darling, til I tell you, can you do that for me? I know you can do it" He says lost in his pleasure.

You moan in response slowing down to delay your orgasm until he tells you. All because you wanna be good and get praised.

Jake moves his hand, whimpering almost in your ear. "Fuck, baby, I want to fuck you so badly" He confesses making you arch your back and see stars. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back every time I see you"

You moan at his words. You wanna ask him why is he holding back. You've had plenty of opportunities this week yet he didn't take them. However he interrupts you.

"Fuck, I'm so close" He whispers. "Cum with me, princess"

You start moving your fingers faster again, synchronizing with him. Both of you moan and gasp and finally the orgasms hit, almost at the same time.

"Oh fuck" You hear him say. "Oh—Oh...Jesus"

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You set your phone on your desk biting your lip, cam app open. Your eyes sharp and your door locked. A knot in your throat from how nervous you are. You've never done this. You've always been quite reserved, never even took a single nude in your life. But lord, Jake. Jake's existence just hits you like a train at high speed. He's just that man that drives you insane. That man that makes you forget all your values. You'd do anything for him. You know for sure since the first time he ate you out two weeks ago, that exact moment is what convinced you: You'd do anything for him and more just to get his attention and specially, his praises.

After having sex through the phone with Jake last week, you and him have been texting a lot, not just sexual, but also just casual. He's always sweet, attentive and he helps you with homework. He never tells you the answers but he loves to help. You're really close to graduation by now, this is probably the last month you'll be doing assignments so you're not really taking it serious. But his attention makes your heart flutter.

Phone sex also happened again, and again, and again. And yesterday, after you two finished, he asked you to makr a little video for him. This is probably what he meant when he said you'd regret saying you'd do anything for him just to get praised. The thing is, you don't. You don't regret it, you don't even feel shameful.

You press record and lean back, laying in your bed, legs open, completely naked. Your fingers sliding down to your tits, squeezing them, your mind easily creating the fantasies you so like to have about Jake when you touch yourself. Your hand slide lower, reaching your pussy, wet already. The single though of recording yourself for him was arousing and had you turned on all day.

You hiss at the sensation of your fingers on your clit and moan once you start moving them in tight circles. "Jake—" You moan softly, his name coming out so easily, like your lips were always meant to say that single word.

You slide your fingers up and down on your wet folders, so sticky and messy. You bring your fingers up to your face and make direct eye contact with your phone as you take them in your mouth, sucking, and then down again, placing them at your entrance. A silent moan reflected in your face when your dig your fingers in. Jake was gonna lose it, you knew it. Your fingers start moving in and out, everything on a perfect angle for the camera to capture.

You moan, feels good and the thought that Jake will watch it later and probably get off to it only pushes you closer. You moan again, your fingers desperate to reach deeper and deeper, Not quite giving you the same pleasure his fingers or mouth give you but close to make your pussy sound beautifully disgusting. You can feel yourself getting wetter, you can hear it. Your fingers are soaked, making you whine his name over and over again while shaking. You feel the stickiness spread to your inner thighs and before you know it, your hips lift off the bed and you squirt all over yourself and the bed as your orgasm hits.

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3:30 a.m [Voice Note] Mr. Sim: "God I just came three times to that video, you looked so sexy, baby, you did so good. I swear, you're a fucking goddess."

You blush at his voice note. His voice is sleepy, tired, he clearly sent that audio immediately after cuming and it just made you blush even more. And his accent behind every word only made you fantasize again.

3:34 a.m [Text] You: Really? It was messy...

3:35 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: You did amazing

3:35 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: The perfect mess for me

You bite your lip and smirk, feeling proud of yourself for doing it. Not a single piece of regret in your body, only that good feeling of doing something for the man you're so obsessed with and him prasing you for it.

3:38 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Bet you're smiling

3:38 a.m [Text] You: Nope

3:38 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Say no all you want but when I have you pressed against my desk you're saying yes to anything I say

His text almost turned you on again but you try to stay calm and think of an answer.

3:39 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Cute

3:39 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Nothing to say?

3:38 a.m [Text] You: 🙄

3:40 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: You should sleep

3:40 a.m [Text] You: Okay

3:41 a.m [Text] You: Have a good night

3:41 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Good girl

3:42 a.m [Text] Mr. Sim: Sleep well :)

[Part 1] ₍^. .^₎⟆

[Part 2] ₍^. .^₎⟆

[Part 3] ₍^. .^₎⟆ - you're here ! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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hamzahsbaby · 1 day ago

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ok so for the angst maybe like a fake rumor gets out that hamzahs cheating on reader and then reader starts to believe it and ends things without his explanation and then they meet a few months later and lots of arguing and stuff idk what else but yeh sorry this is all i can explain 😭🙏

warnings/notes: angst! hamzah lowk kinda mean at first, but he redeems himself, happy ending cause i need y/n happy ^_^ i give absolutely no explanation to the rumor …

"are you really going to believe some stupid fucking rumor you heard online?" hamzah threw his hands in the air, you'd never seen him this upset before. "like," he rubbed his forehead, pacing in front of you as you sat at his kitchen table. "seriously?"

"well you weren't doing anything to stop it from spreading!" you snapped, your voice shaky from adrenaline. you and hamzah had been going at it for a good 15 minutes now, neither of you wanting to back down. "you didn't fucking care that it upset me!" you felt a warm tear roll down your cheek, your body replaying exactly how you felt the first time you and hamzah had this argument, except that time you ended things and left without any explanation.

now, a few months later you were back in his kitchen, everything was the same, but maybe a but messier, you weren't exactly sure. red and blue even greeted you at the door when you came in, they missed you sneakily giving them treats whenever hamzah wasn't looking, or giving them endless cuddles after hamzah would push them away for the night.

"was i supposed to dedicate a whole video to some stupid rumor made about me? is that what you wanted?" his yells were even louder and more condescending. you rolled your eyes, "there's no sense in even talking to you if you're not going to hear me out." you got up from the kitchen chair, grabbing your keys from the table. "i knew it was fucking stupid coming over here." you made your way towards the front door, jaw clenched, tears falling down your face, heartbroken for a second time, but still you desperately wanted hamzah to stop you from walking out that door. so desperately.

"wait." his voice was much softer this time around. "i'm sorry." he grabbed your wrist. "i'm sorry okay?" his fingers gently unwrapped themselves from around your wrist. that was the first time he'd touched you in months. it was the kind of touch that screamed 'please don't leave' without having to say it.

"i should have done more, you're right." hamzah leaned against the counter, running his fingers through his hair. "i was just upset," he sighed, tears welting up in his eyes, now he was the one reliving his emotions. "you up and left like i didn't mean anything to you. like all of this was for nothing." his voice cracked, mentally going back to the day you decided you were done, no note, no text, no call, just gone. but you still lingered in his apartment; your smell on his pillows, your hair ties all over the place, and even that stupid cracked mug you insisted on keeping because 'it deserved a home too'. it was all still there. so while you got to leave and move on, he didn't.

"do you think i just never thought of you or something?" you sighed, "you're all i thought- you're all i think about." you corrected yourself. "and you didn't even reach out." another tear fell, this time hamzah wiped it before you could do it yourself, his hands were sweaty and clammy. "well you didn't exactly leave room to do that." hamzah nervously played with his curls. "well you could have tried." anger started stirring up in your stomach again. "you could have done something."

"i didn't know how." he admitted, his voice was soft. "i've never loved someone the way i love you. i didn't want to ruin us completely." his eyes were glossed over, he looked so desperate and innocent. "do you still love me?" he asked.

"i never stopped hamzah."

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mn-markimew · 3 days ago

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DannyMay2025 Day 3: Potential

"Mr. Fenton, I want you to understand what I see in you. Where you see a failure, someone who can't keep his grades up. Someone with horrible attendance, and when you are in class, you can't stay awake. Where you see weakness, laziness, a future at Nasty-" The English teacher started his inspirational pep talk but found himself cut off by the very person he was trying to inspire.

"You can stop there, Mr. Lancer, and just go to the point." The black-haired teen said, a downtrodden look on his face.

"Sorry Danny. As I was saying, where you see all of...that, I see unfulfilled purpose. You have so much potential, Danny. And I would hate to see you squander it. You need to spread your wings, and you can't do that here in Amity Park. I want, no, I need you to do better. Do you understand? And cheating on the Career Aptitude Test isn't going to do that. All you'll get is expulsion, and not able to get a job even at the Nasty Burger.

You have so much potential, Danny. More even than your sister. You dream of being an Astronaut, but you won't get there with your grades and attendance. You could easily get the best grades in the class. I know you have it in you. You need only apply yourself more." Mr. Lancer explained this to the teenager standing before him. It was Saturday, and he was the only teacher here, monitoring detention with Danny Fenton, the only student serving detention. This was his second chance, his last chance, to take the C.A.T. and prove that he had what it takes to get out of Amity Park someday.

"I know, and I am trying. I just...It's hard to be a teenager these days. You don't know what I'm going through, and you can't even begin to understand. Nobody can. I want more than anything to be an Astronaut, but I don't think I ever will. It doesn't matter. I just need to know that I can get a score higher than the lowest score ever." Danny just kicked his foot against the desk, the rubber coated tip of the shoe making a dull thud against the wood with each soft kick. "Nobody knows how hard it is to be me."

"Mr. Fenton, I know more than you think I do. A lot more. I don't know it from your perspective. But I know that it's hard to go through so much at once. Your body is changing, your hormones are doing things you don't understand, and ha-" Again, the man was cut off, this time by a very red-faced Danny.

"I am NOT talking about the birds and the bees with you. Just because you've been a teenager before, it doesn't mean you know what I'm going through." Danny interjected, stopping a very uncomfortable talk before it could get much further than this. Mr. Lancer realized that Danny didn't seem to be getting what he meant. The man thought to himself that this would probably be the only chance he'd get to say this. No one else was in the room to overhear, and Danny couldn't find an excuse to leave.

"Danny, I know about your extracurricular activities. I know why you, Samantha, and Tucker are always running into danger whenever." Mr. Lancer spoke with a sigh. It took Danny a second, but his eyes grew wide. The teen sputters, his brain trying to come up with excuses that his mouth couldn't speak. His heart raced, and fight or flight filled his bloodstream with adrenaline. Mr. Lancer surely would tell his parents. He'd be taken to the lab, strapped to the table, and torn apart molecule by molecule. He didn't hear when the teacher began to say his name. In fact, he couldn't be pulled out of his mind until the teacher threw some water on his head.

Any icy blue stare met Mr. Lancer's concerned gaze as Danny returned to the present. He went to shuffle on his feet, only to hear a crunch of ice instead. His emotions had caused him to lose control of his powers, and his feet had frozen to the floor. "How did you figure it out?" Danny asked quietly as he looked away. Surprisingly, the first response he received was a laugh.

"Really? Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom. Same build, same voice, same hair. You'd have to be completely mindless to not get the similarities. I've known for a while. Why do you think you stopped getting truancy detentions? I want you to know that I'm thankful for everything you've done for this town and every person in it." Mr. Lancer. You are a hero Danny, and that's why I pulled you aside for this chat. A hero knows when to take time for themselves. When to recover and let someone else handle the small stuff for a while. You can do all those things you dream of, Danny, and all those things that you have the incredible potential to do. If only would apply yourself to your schoolwork." Mr. Lancer continued. As he spoke, the teen would turn back to face him, and by the end of it, he was smiling.

"You're right Mr. Lancer. I should be able to keep my grades up. And I'm going to do better. Starting with this test." Danny spoke with a confidence he hadn't had in a while, making Mr. Lancer smile.

"You could always let the Red Huntress take care of some of the ghosts so you can get your homework done." He suggested to his student. Danny looked at him, shocked for only a second, and then said, "You know that's Valerie, right?"

"GREAT GATSBY!"

#dannymay2025 #danny fenton #danny phantom #mr. lancer #identity reveal #dannymay

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Keith Howell Sequel 09 - Fan Translation

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Tonight, at the Sweet Shop “Nekoen,” the unusual guests were a pair of foreigners.

Licht: “We came here yesterday, and now today again... and on top of that, ordering too much.”

Leon: “Since there are two of us, it’s no problem.”

Licht: “I don’t think I can eat that much, though.”

Leon: “Well then, tomorrow you’ll be in charge of ordering.”

Licht: “Planning to come back tomorrow too, huh?”

Leon: “I plan to conquer the entire menu during our stay.”

Leon: “I wanted to invite Emma and the others, but... maybe I should bring dorayaki for their visit?”

Suddenly, a thin line appeared between Licht’s eyebrows.

Licht: “…What do you think?”

Leon: “Can’t say anything for now. But it’s hard to explain away these coincidences.”

Kagari: “Keith shares that opinion too.”

Leon & Licht: “!?!”

(It's not just me. Everyone else thinks he needs another bell as well)

Kagari: “You’ve kept me waiting. Eat up.”

The unexpectedly appearing Kagari placed steaming dishes on a large tray on the table and sat down comfortably in the empty seat.

Leon: “I didn’t order this food, did I?”

Kagari: “This is my treat. It’s delicious.”

Licht: “Why are you here?”

Kagari: “I’m on night duty tonight.”

Licht: “No way.”

Kagari: “Yes, I am.”

Licht: “Are you willing to spar with me?”

Kagari: “Relax. I’ve been prepared from the start. Just wait a little longer.”

Kagari: “Still, I wish Keith had told us earlier that there are people in the Rose Kingdom who love fighting.”

Kagari: “Mind if I sit with you?”

Licht: “Ask before you sit.”

Leon: “You’re very welcome. It’s better to eat with more people—more people make the meal more enjoyable.”

Leon: “So, what’s the main topic?”

After somewhat clumsily dividing the three portions of food, Kagari swiftly ate a fried flower roll.

Kagari: “It’s rude to keep you waiting for good food.”

Kagari: “But I won’t talk about anything complicated. It’s just a quick check.”

Kagari: “We might need your help in the future.”

~Elsewhere~

I cupped Keith’s cheeks with both hands and silenced him with my lips.

Emma: “No, that’s strictly forbidden.”

Keith: “...”

Keith: “...Even more.”

Emma: “I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

Keith: “........I’m sorry.”

Emma: “I’m sorry. I have no excuse. From the bottom of my heart, I apologize.”

All of her apologies were silenced, and her eyebrows gradually lowered.

Keith: “But I have been hiding something important from you, Emma.”

Keith: “I knew I should have told you... but I didn't.”

(His voice is filled with regret and guilt — I can feel it in my chest tightening.)

His confident posture now seemed so fragile that he looked as if he could collapse with just a touch of his fingertips.

Emma: “...It’s the same for me.”

Emma: “I also sensed that Keith was hiding something, but I pretended not to notice.”

Emma: “I’m sorry.”

Keith: “I was using your kindness, Emma. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Keith: “Please, let me be the one to apologize.”

Which option will you choose?

"Let him apologize" — is not allowed.

“I have already received enough.”

“Then I will punish you.”

Emma: “Then I’ll punish you.”

Keith: “Got it. I’ll accept any punishment.”

Emma: “You agree?”

Emma: “Then, from now on, don’t speak any words of apology. Just accept mine.”

Keith: “Huh, sorry... I—”

Emma: “Did you just say ‘sorry’ now?”

Keith: “I-I’m sorry, no, I didn’t mean it like that just now...”

Emma: “Hehe, just kidding. Please don’t look so troubled.”

In the slightly eased atmosphere, I gaze steadily at Keith.

Perhaps he noticed my intentions behind that gaze, and with a determined look, our eyes met again.

Emma: “...Please, tell me.”

Emma: “What is it that’s been troubling you, Keith?”

The moment I put that question that I’d kept buried deep inside, my heart suddenly started pounding faster.

(I’ve been hesitating to ask all this for a long time.)

(The reason I’ve been holding back is because, by entering Keith’s world, I might make things worse for both of us...)

(And perhaps the root of their trouble is me... That’s why I was afraid to ask.)

(But further delaying it will only crush our hearts more.)

(I can’t keep turning the other way forever.)

Keith: “I was planning to tell you... I was aware that I was causing you anxiety.”

Keith: “But I couldn’t gather the courage to do it earlier.”

He softly relaxed into a somewhat self-deprecating smile and sat beside me.

After a moment of silence, I heard a breath full of resolve.

Keith: “I actually only have vague memories of when I was switching places with him.”

Though I had prepared myself, hearing what Keith said caused my mind to go blank for a moment.

Emma: “It... that means...?”

Keith: “Yeah. It’s a state close to before I met you, Emma.”

Keith: “However, unlike then, I can recall it fragmentarily over time now.”

So, after the switch, he was often absent-minded or lost in thought.

~Flashback~

Keith: “...No, it’s nothing.”

Emma: “Are you feeling unwell?”

Keith: “No, not at all! Honestly, I’m more than fine—probably too energetic.”

Keith: “What did you make this time?”

Emma: “Yesterday’s galette. The one you mischievously ate with such a delicious look.”

Keith: “Ah... right. That galette you made looked very tasty.”

~End Flashback~

(I guess, because they had been switching, his memories had become fragmented...)

Emma: “Do you have any idea what might be the cause?”

Keith: “...Not really, not at this point.”

It didn’t exactly mean “I have no idea,” but rather “I don’t have proof”—that’s how it felt like it was continuing.

(Keith might be aware of the reason why he can’t retain his memory.)

When I first met Keith, it was normal for him not to be able to hold onto memories during the personality switch.

But by facing his past and accepting himself as a person with two personalities, he had become able to retain memories during the switch. The fact that we met and were bound by love was what allowed him to find his true self.

But in reverse, that meant their way of being together, united by love, had become distorted. Even if that was happiness for us, if it was warped and abnormal, cracks would eventually appear.

(What is the real reason why Keith has hidden this problem all along...?)

(Did I think that maybe it was because I loved both of them that I’d feel guilty...?)

The moment I arrived at that answer inside, a sharp pain tore through my chest.

Suddenly, Keith’s thumb touched my lips, and I realized I had tightly clenched my teeth.

Keith: “Emma, you’re hurting yourself.”

Keith: “........”

Keith: “I'm sorry.”

(Even though I’m not at fault... No, the real fault is…)

Keith simply wore a bitter expression and lowered his eyes.

(If this love is the root of all of it, then if I leave Keith and the others, everything will be resolved...?)

(But they don’t want that. I don’t want that either.)

(A life without Keith and them by my side is unthinkable now. I don’t even want to think about it.)

(So, what should I do?)

(If I continue like this, the problem might worsen, or even cause other issues...)

(I don’t want Keith and them to suffer any more... but I can’t come up with anything...)

Emma: “Keith... I...”

The words I forced out were so faint I almost burst into tears, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my fingers turned white.

(I must have sensed that something was wrong... but I was just scared.)

(I’m the worst. I want to punch myself.)

Emma: “Sorry...”

Before I could finish my words, Keith gently cupped both my cheeks and kissed me softly.

Keith: “Just a small return for earlier.”

Keith: “I shouldn’t be the one saying this after making you look like that, but please, don’t blame yourself.”

Keith: “This is our... our problem.”

Keith: “Because you are here with me, we exist.”

Keith: “So please, don’t think it’s your fault.”

Keith’s words were sincere and honest—more than that, they carried a strong sense of guilt.

(I understand Keith is the most anxious, yet I become anxious myself, and because he’s worried about me...)

(Keith decided to reveal his secret with resolve. I should accept it properly too…)

Emma: “Thank you for confiding in me.”

I loosened my tense fingers and placed my hand over Keith’s large one.

Emma: “From now on, I want to work with both of you to find a solution.”

(Another way that allows us not to be apart, something better...)

Keith: “Thank you. Surely, he wishes for that too.”

(Speaking of which…)

Emma: “Is Alter!Keith affected by this problem as well?”

Keith: “No, I haven’t heard anything from him about it.”

Keith: “If there was, he’d be complaining, saying ‘It’s because of you that I’ve gotten caught up in this mess,’ so I’m sure of that.”

(Only the gentle Keith is affected... but...)

~Flashback~

Alter!Keith: “...Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to lock you in a room, actually.”

Alter!Keith: “At first, it’ll be boring, but if you repeat it, it will become a normal daily routine.”

Alter!Keith: “I…"

Alter!Keith: “ You... don’t mess around.”

Alter!Keith: “Hey, what are you trying to run away for?”

Alter!Keith: “...You tried to kill Emma. There’s no way I’m letting you escape.”

~Flashback End~

(And then, what on earth was that...?)

A cold shiver of unease crept up my spine, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t grasp what it really was.

Several days after confiding in Emma about her problems—

When Keith, who had responded to the summons and appeared, Kagari presented him with a sealed envelope without greeting.

Keith: “....”

Kagari: “If you don’t like it, I’ll tear it apart.”

Keith: “No, I’ll read it carefully, thank you.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Keith carefully accepted the offered envelope.

Inside was a letter written.

~Later~

Emma: “Keith, could you please let me down here?”

Keith, who was carrying me and walking through the castle’s courtyard, blinked in surprise.

Keith: “Please don’t worry about me. Emma, you’re as light as a petal.”

(I think that’s a big deal in itself—though with Keith, it might very well be his true feelings.)

Emma: (Hehe, thank you.)

Emma: “However, since we’re here, I’d like to see the night cherry blossoms with you.”

Emma: “This particularly splendid tree almost covers us entirely — it’s perfect.”

Keith: “Understood. If that’s what you want, Emma.”

Keith: “But if you feel any pain or fatigue, just tell me, okay?”

With the delicate care of handling something fragile, Keith gently set me down on the ground.

(Really, today I relied on him for everything—from morning to night...)

~Flashback~

Emma: “I can change clothes myself, you know!”

Keith: “I beg you, let me help. I don’t want you to feel any pain—even a little.”

Keith: “And, it’s not because I have any improper intentions or anything.”

Keith: “I won’t look while you change, so you don’t have to worry.”

~Later~

Emma: “Keith, is the place we’re heading to now...?”

Keith: “The meeting about the new drug I scheduled.”

Emma: “I thought so. Since I can walk now, I can be dropped off here.”

Emma: “If I were to enter the room while you’re holding me, it might surprise them.”

Keith: “Huh, I was planning to attend the meeting myself…”

Emma: “Huh!?”

~End Flashback~

(After that, convincing Keith was pretty difficult.)

(I repeatedly told him it was a light sprain and that he didn’t need to worry, but he’s very considerate about it...)

(He’s been carrying me the entire way and preparing everything I need...)

(Keith even wraps my bandages so I can walk comfortably, and even the bath...)

While savoring the joy of having my beloved by my side all day, I couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of discomfort.

(Keith’s boundless kindness isn’t strange—of course he’d worry about me when I’m injured...)

(But something feels off...)

—Even now, in this moment, as Keith invites me out to see the night cherry blossoms in the courtyard—

Emma: “Keith…”

Under the fluttering, pale pink flower petals falling with the night breeze, I turn quietly back to Keith.

He’s smiling as usual, as if basking in sunlight — but despite that,

I sense a shadow behind that smile, as if clouds are passing over the sun.

(Every time Keith holds me in a sideways embrace, I can feel his hesitation and nervousness.)

(And even now, as we’re together like this, it hasn’t changed.)

(...The reason I invited him to see the night cherry blossoms isn’t just to cheer him up, I think.)

Emma: “..........”

If I stare intently, Keith’s golden eyes shift away as if trying to escape.

(Keith is hesitating about something. And that hesitation is definitely related to me.)

(Then...)

I gently cupped Keith’s hands and raised them softly, then looked directly into his golden eyes again.

With a firm gaze, I told him everything:

Emma: "I will never be able to surpass you."

Emma: “Hmm........……”

Holding Keith’s hand tightly, I slightly stretched up and pressed my lips to his.

Sharing kisses—breathing in each other’s breath, exchanging gentle kisses that touched our hearts repeatedly.

Keith: “What’s wrong, Emma? To be so bold outdoors today.”

Emma: “Since today has been a day of being thoroughly spoiled by you, it’s my way of thanking you.”

Keith: “Supporting you is only natural.”

Keith: “More than that, I’m grateful you’re letting me help—Huh?”

When I interrupted him with a kiss, Keith furrowed his brows and smiled awkwardly.

Emma: “That was a ‘please don’t say such things’ kind of kiss.”

Keith: “Emma...”

He wore a soft, melted smile, but immediately that expression darkened.

(That shadow has never left Keith’s face since arriving in Kougyoku.)

(In fact, I feel like it’s growing deeper with each passing day...)

Emma: “Keith, may I kiss you again?”

Keith: “Yes, of course.”

I held his hand firmly and kissed him gently again, but I felt that the feelings we exchanged were slowly drifting into the void.

(It's not a lie that I want to thank him for this day.)

(But more than that, I want to soothe Keith’s hesitation.)

(To soothe... No, I want to eliminate it if I can.)

(But what is the true cause of Keith’s hesitation?)

Keith: “Thank you, Emma. I appreciate that you care about me.”

Keith: “I don’t want to make you worried... but I failed.”

Keith: “There’s something I must tell you, and I hesitated to do so.”

Still with a hesitant expression, Keith took out a letter from his pocket.

Keith: “I don’t want to take you back to that place—the place where it all happened.”

His voice, squeezing out painfully, made my chest feel heavy, and I had no choice but to swallow the words I almost spoke.

Keith: “I’m sorry. I know this request is selfish.”

Keith: “You have the right to know why you were attacked... likely even more than I do.”

Keith: “Moreover, to keep you away from this problem is like betraying your responsibility and resolve.”

Keith: “But even so, I…”

The strength gradually returned to Keith’s grip on my hand.

It painfully conveyed how torn he was between his feelings and his concern for me.

(If I had the power to protect myself better, maybe Keith wouldn’t be so troubled...)

(And if I hadn’t injured my foot—)

(No, even if I hadn’t hurt myself, I believe Keith would be just as worried.)

(He’s such a kind person—he prioritizes my safety above everything else.)

Suppressing the overflowing emotions deep in my heart, I looked up at Keith.

Emma: “Thank you for telling me.”

Emma: “I will wait for Keith’s return in the Kuga territory.”

Keith: “Emma...”

The eyes that finally grasped me were filled with relief and guilt.

And because of that, I forced a smile to prevent the confusion in Keith’s heart from growing any deeper.

Emma: “On that note, absolutely do not leave Liam’s side. That’s your promise to me.”

Keith: “...Yes, I promise.”

Keith: “While I’m away, I want you to stay with Leon and the others too.”

Keith: “Being near them will keep you safe. Both you and I.”

(I'm not especially suspicious of Kagari or the Kuga faction, but…)

(Indeed, being with Leon and the others feels more reassuring.)

(This timing might have been fortunate that Leon and Licht are staying in Kougyoku.)

...Fortunate…

Emma: “Did you and Leon’s group promise to meet in Kougyoku?”

~Flashback~

Leon: “Because we want to explore alliances for the future of our countries, I was told Keith contacted me.”

Keith: “About the tea meeting with the Amagase family—what do you think, should I go alone?”

Emma: “Huh........…”

Keith: “I thought we simply didn’t have enough time to properly reunite with Leon and the others.”

~End Flashback~

The “perhaps” that crossed my mind filled me with warmth.

(If that’s true… how much does he cherish me?)

(Despite his current difficult situation, Keith continues to pour his boundless kindness and love into me...)

(It feels like that has only grown bigger day by day...)

(Truly, I’m happy, loved, and grateful... but also a little sad.)

(And I feel like even his kindness directed at himself is being fully poured into me.)

Keith: “...Emma?”

Moved by a mixture of affection and anguish, I unconsciously embraced Keith.

Emma: “It's getting a little cold, so shall we go back to the room?”

Back in the room, Keith gently laid me down on the bed after cradling me sideways.

He immediately tried to detach himself, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight.

Even though our bodies should be touching, the loneliness grew stronger, and I kissed him as if to confirm it.

Keith: “I was supposed to thank you a lot earlier, though…”

Emma: “This is a ‘kiss of hoping everything will be fine’.”

Keith: “…I see. Thank you.”

Emma: “…That’s not all, though.”

Keith: “Isn’t it?”

Emma: “Yes. Because... I’m cold, and I want to be warmed up.”

Emma: “…And this is also a ‘kiss to warm me up’.”

Perhaps sensing my intentions, Keith smiled a softly melting, sweet smile.

Keith: “That’s an unfair invitation, Emma.”

Keith: “I was thinking you should rest because of your injury, but when you say things like that... I start wanting more too.”

Emma: “Huh….”

This time, Keith gently pressed his lips to mine, softly making a “chu” sound, then repeatedly kissed me.

As I lightly nibbled at his tender lips, our breaths gradually grew warmer and more passionate—

While separated, I prayed that my love could envelop Keith’s heart.

Until that feeling melted into silence, we both dissolved into the deep night, melting into each other.

~Later~

When I opened my eyes, the familiar forest spread out before me instead of my beloved fiancé’s sleeping face.

Ahead was the closest thing to me — the figure that I could never, ever hope to see with my naked eye, because it was myself.

It was another personality of Keith — more mischievous, more confident, more daring than the generally known Keith Howell.

The other me, that I hadn’t seen for a while, had an almost divine aura, or perhaps a hesitant expression, like something was holding him back.

—Finally, we can have this conversation.

Alter!Keith: “Yeah.”

Until now, whenever either of us wanted to talk, the forest had welcomed us.

But from around the time issues started emerging, we had stopped meeting face-to-face so casually.

—That surprised me a little.

Alter!Keith: “What do you mean?”

—I thought that you weren’t happy about leaving Kuga’s territory behind.

Alter!Keith: “Are you implying I’d forcibly switch and stop it?”

—...To be blunt, that’s probably what I mean.

Alter!Keith: “Yeah, I do oppose leaving him in Kuga’s territory.”

Alter!Keith: “Even with the people from Rhodolite here, I believe she shouldn’t be apart from us.”

Alter!Keith: “Wherever she is, she should stay close to us. If you say she’s important, that’s even more reason.”

—Yeah, I understand what you’re saying.

—Even so, the reason I didn’t speak up this time, there’s probably something I’m thinking of.

Alter!Keith: “......”

Alter!Keith: “If I hadn’t taken her to the tea party, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

The voice that squeezed out was filled with anguish, unlike anything I've heard from his other self.

—You seemed to really want to participate in the tea party too.

—And honestly, I also wanted to keep her within sight.

—What you proposed that time was the consensus of “us.”

—And that injury was no one’s fault.

—No, it’s the fault of whoever set the bandits on us.

—You don’t need to blame yourself like that.

Alter!Keith: “You’re still as kind as ever, Prince Keith.”

—But...

—There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I’ve been hesitating for a long time.

#ikemen prince #keith howell #ikepri

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idontknowwhatnametouseyet · 5 minutes ago

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what's the most hilarious about @theoneandonlyech's disdain towards me is that I had to look through my emails to see it.

does anyone know what that means?

yes! it means they blocked me before sending it!

also, very clearly, this entire thread didn't read anything I said; nor am I the one sending death threats to someone who has already justified themselves.

there isn't a single thing on @junejasprose-addict's original post that says it's a joke. Not even tags. It's just an image, with zero context.

if you're going to be a — I'll say it again — bigot over something you don't even know the definition of, then you shouldn't be on social media whatsoever.

being trans isn't an identity, and I don't care how much that hurts anyone.

and oh boy would I love to see how you'd respond to something like that! sadly, I'm better than someone who says "kill yourself" to people over what a word means.

not sure though, maybe sending more transphobia accusations while progressively more and more trans-identifying people are following my blog every week might have some kind of effect you're looking for? I'm not an expert though.

read the posts instead of being a fucking flock.

tell me exactly what I said that's wrong, and explain why it's wrong. If you can't make a basic argument, then maybe you're the one who's being a cuck.

keep the anon asks coming though, they're truly entertaining for the people who love me! (even if not positively so)

'eh, still better content than talking about bus route diversions.

anyway — if you don't want to interact with me, then you don't need to make it an insult. Just drop a block quietly, and move on.

I still get the emails, so you're not slick.

have a safe rest of your life, and pray I don't meet you face-to-face, otherwise I might actually punch you. sorry not sorry~

fuck off.

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secretary pt.2 | pt.1 |

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑻𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑿 𝑭.ᐟ𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─ Clayton's recently hired secretary is bubbly and optimistic─the complete opposite of him. He soon learns the way of being carefree and laid back, officially entering your own little world.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ none for this chapter!

The first few days working for an intimidating CEO was definitely rocky. Mistakes were basically forbidden, but they were bound to happen at some point. For example, the second day of working as his secretary, you accidentally highlighted the wrong parts on the paperwork. It completely set him back a day or two, which frustrated him, no doubt.

If it weren't due to the lack of staff, he would've fired you already. But, he hated to admit that the workplace needed you.

Sitting at the small corner of his wooden desk, still not being granted with your own due to horrible transportation issues with the company, you were completely zoned out and not in your usual headspace at work.

You had finished all the tasks Clayton assigned you about half an hour ago, and the clock was just striking two p.m. You didn't need to clock out until six.

A short, soft exhale was heard from beside you, clearly a frustrated Clayton. "Make sure your calendar is empty for Friday night, alright?" He mumbles, rubbing his temples.

This man was always stressed out.

Sometimes you even wondered if he acted as tense outside as he does during work hours.

Immediately, you snap out of your trance once hearing his voice and let your head tilt to the side. "What's happening Friday?" You ask innocently.

"Some party," He sighs, almost dreading the event. "It's a party with some co-workers and some other business people." He explains briefly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, a party for rich people?" You blurt.

Clayton contained to suppress a faint smile from forming, almost amused by your bold point of view of the situation. "Yeah, a party for rich people." He confirms, nodding. "The dress code is cocktail, so wear something nice." He adds, looking at you expectantly.

You sigh, leaning back into the black, sleek leather armchair. "Yeah... that's not going to work for me. You see, I don't come from rich families like everyone else does. So, what gives you the thought that I would own a cocktail dress?"

If it weren't for needing you around the workplace, he would've fired you for that attitude and snarky remark. Instead, he just put up with it.

"Fine," He starts, placing his pen down onto the desk. "I'll have someone hire you a dress, some shoes and accessories, alright? I'll even send a limousine to come pick you up so you don't have to drive." He finishes, rolling his eyes.

It was clear that he hadn't picked up on your joke, your eyes going wide with shock. Did he really just offer that?

"Woah, Mr. Beresford, I was joking─"

"I said it's fine," He shrugs like it was nothing, turning his attention back to his monitor.

You sigh and lean back into your chair. Now he probably thought you were some ungrateful brat.

But it wouldn't be all that bad, right? He was the one that offered, after all.

a/n ─ this part is so short i'm sorry 💔 next part will be longer!

taglist: @alealuvshayden @anakinstwinklebunny @divineani @estranged-girl @fredswrite

#hayden christensen #clayton beresford #clayton beresford mini series #clayton beresford fanfiction #mini series #clayton beresford masterlist

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phantomdreamgirl · 8 hours ago

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hot for you

S4!Steve x fem!reader (18+)

So, I repurposed an abandoned fic to indulge in some summery steve goodness 😊

A crash of thunder jolts you awake. It reverberates through the house, followed by a flash of lightning. It illuminates the dark room, causing you to sit up. You groggily look around, confused by your surroundings until you remember you slept over at Steve's.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" A sleepy voice asks from beside you.

"Yeah, it was just the thunder," you explain, with a faint smile.

"Are you sure that's all it was?" He presses, also sitting up.

He reaches to tenderly cup your cheek.

"Yeah, it shook the whole house, it woke me up, I guess," you reply, still smiling faintly.

"I'm sorry, honey," he soothes, getting you to lay back down.

He drapes his arm around you as you lay, facing each other.

"I'm glad I decided to stay over," you quietly admit, snuggling closer to him.

"I'm glad you did, too," he smiles, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "You can spend the night as much as you want since we'll have the place to ourselves."

Your skin heats up at the mere mention of getting to spend even more time alone with him.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we can pretty much do whatever we want..." he says, leaning in to kiss you.

Your body instantly relaxes as his plush lips move with yours. He presses his palm flat against your back, pushing you closer to him. Your hand rests on the side of his face before slipping into his sleep tousled hair. Little moans escape his lips between kisses as he rolls you onto your back.

"Feelin' better?" He breathes, pulling away slightly.

You nod, gazing up at him dreamily.

"Good," he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours, "but what if I don't wanna stop?"

"You don't have to," you softly reply.

"Mmm, so you wouldn't mind if I kept kissing you all night?" He continues, his voice low and breathy.

You gently shake your head. "No."

"Close your eyes, honey," he whispers. "I'll kiss you until you fall asleep."

You melt into his sheets as he presses kisses to your cheek. You sigh his name as exhaustion overtakes you again. He whispers how pretty you are as his lips move to your neck. He slowly and lazily licks and kisses your skin before he too falls asleep.

You wake the next morning, with your head resting on his chest. Your body's curled around his, while his arm holds you securely to his side. You slightly move your head and wince when the hair on his chest scratches at the side of your face. You then slowly raise your head and see he's still asleep. He's still just as gorgeous, with the most serene expression painting his features. The urge to cover his face with kisses occurs to you, but you don't want to wake him.

Your eyes just travel his handsome face, committing it to memory. Your resistance is short-lived as you carefully lean closer to him. You press feather light kisses to his cheeks before pulling away, unable to keep from smiling. Your gaze then falls to his neck, his shoulders then to his arms. You caught yourself staring at his biceps the day before when you saw him wearing a sleeveless shirt for the first time. Your mind wandered to thoughts you'd only had late at night, in the privacy of your room.

You needed to get a grip, he wasn't even actually your boyfriend yet. Although, he acted like it, you weren't official. He did invite you over for the summer, so that must mean he wants to be more than whatever you are now.

Before you can stop yourself, you're kissing his shoulder, with your lips trailing down to his toned, freckled bicep. An overwhelming need to sink your teeth into his skin takes over and you gently bite him. Its not hard enough to pierce the skin, but enough that it gets his attention.

"Mmm, honey, what're you doing?" He sleepily asks, before you look up at him wide-eyed.

"Trying to wake you up," you lie, repositioning yourself so your face is hovering over his.

"There's better ways to do that, y'know," he replies, reaching up to cradle your face.

"I know," you smile as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Weirdo," he breathes against your lips, making you giggle.

Later that afternoon, you're lounging by his pool, admiring Steve as he climbs out of the water. You bite your lip as you watch him approach you with his tight, short swim trunks pulling your focus. He sits on the lounger next to yours and leans back while you're grateful that your sunglasses hide your hungry gaze. You can't help staring when you notice how his wet skin glistens in the sunlight. Despite your attempts at being discreet, he feels your eyes on him.

"Are you checking me out?" He asks, with a grin.

"Maybe..." you answer, coolly, lowering your shades.

"You should come over here and get a better look," he replies sultrily, sitting up.

Your then slowly get up and sit next to him.

He's quick to reach for you, letting his fingers lazily trace the dainty gold chain resting on your collarbone.

"This is pretty but I'd think it'd look even better with a pendant on it," he suggests, glancing up at you.

"What kind should it be?" You ask while he's still lightly scratching along your skin.

"Maybe a locket of some kind or an intial..." he replies as his hand drifts lower.

"Yeah, maybe..." you breathe as his fingers trace over the top of your bikini.

"I think a little gold 'S' would look pretty good, don't you?" His lips brush yours as he brings his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Wouldn't we need to be dating for me to wear that?" You question, with your hands gripping the towel beneath you.

"I mean, yeah. Would you wanna be my girl?"

You're not sure if it's the heat or his breathy voice but suddenly you feel faint. He nuzzles his nose against yours before you nod.

"Yeah, it's all I've ever wanted," you reply gazing into his warm eyes.

He smiles before kissing you excitedly. His large hand perfectly cradles your jaw as he kisses you so deeply. You're so lost in him that you barely register him moving you to where you're laying underneath him. His kisses are still just as hot and messy as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I know you wore this slutty little bikini just for me, didn't you angel?"

"I might have," you smile as he groans.

"Such a fucking tease..." he whispers so low you think you'll combust.

You think he's going to kiss you again but instead he lowers his head and focuses on your chest. He kisses all the exposed skin he can before licking the valley between your breasts. You arch into him sighing his name while he gazes down at you, his eyes burning with desire. You feel his hand trailing down your stomach, with his fingertips lingering above your bikini bottoms.

"Can I?" He asks breathless.

You nod and he slips his hand underneath the black fabric.

His long fingers trace up and down, so teasingly, collecting your arousal. He then traces little circles, enjoying how he has you already whimpering for him. His teasing doesn't last as he sinks two fingers inside you.

"This what you wanted, honey?" He asks, his mouth barely touching yours.

"Yes..." you whine as he pumps them in and out.

"Been dreaming about touching you like this..." he breathily reveals. "I've wanted you for so long, angel."

"Mmm, Steve..." you gasp as he fucks you fast and deep. "I've wanted you, too."

"I know you have, angel," he replies smug. "God, I wanna keep you like this all the time."

You whine incoherently with your hands clawing at his sweaty shoulders.

"You're my fuckin' girl now," he rasps into a kiss.

You gasp his name one last time before he pulls his hand away. He places his fingers between his lips and his eyes roll back when he tastes you. You stare up at him, in a daze, while a smile forms on his plush lips.

"I think we should cool off in the pool for a little while, don't you?" He asks, leaning over you again.

You nod, knowing full well what he means.

#don't mind me I'm just dreaming about spending the summer with steve 😩#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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lilysaus · 19 hours ago

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frankly dear incorrect quotes because these losers have infected my brain

long post ahead (i got carried away and made more than i meant to lmao)

Eddie: Talk dirty to me~

Frank: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Eddie: Wha-

Frank: The economy is in shambles.

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Frank: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Eddie: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Frank, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

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Frank: Are you trying to seduce me?

Eddie: Why, are you seducible?

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Eddie: Do you want to know your gay name

Frank: My... my gay name?

Eddie: Yeah, it's your first name-

Frank: Haha. Very funny Eddie-

Eddie: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Frank: Oh- oh my god.

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Eddie: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Frank: Okay.

Eddie: And make out during the scary parts.

Frank: Th-

Frank: The scary parts.

Frank: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Eddie: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Frank: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Eddie: I said within reason, Frank. How about I murder that guy?

Frank: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Eddie: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Eddie: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Frank: You always act stupid.

Frank:

Frank: Wait...

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Frank: I fell—

Eddie: From heaven?

Frank: No, I literally fell—

Eddie: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Frank: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Eddie: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

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Frank: Eddie and I are no longer dating.

Eddie: Frank, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

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Frank: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Eddie: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Frank: But you’re always acting stupid?

Eddie: ...

Eddie: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

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Frank: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Eddie: It was autocorrect.

Frank: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Eddie: Yes.

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Frank: Did it hurt when you fell-

Eddie: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Frank: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Eddie: ...

Frank: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Eddie: Frank is playing hard to get.

Eddie: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Eddie: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Frank: Aww-

Eddie: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

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Frank: Goodnight to the love of my life, Eddie, and fuck the rest of y'all.

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Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.

Frank: Then get up.

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Frank: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Eddie: Oh. We're going out?

Frank: Wh...

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Frank: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Eddie: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Frank: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Eddie: Do you love me?

Frank: We’re literally married.

Eddie: Yeah, but as friends or—

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Eddie: Hey, Frank, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Frank: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Eddie: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Frank: Can't really say I have.

Eddie: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Frank: Sorry, Eddie. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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Eddie: I’m in love with you.

Frank: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Eddie: I know.

Frank: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

#welcome home #welcome home frank #welcome home eddie #welcome home incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #frank frankly #eddie dear #frankly dear #franklydear #eddie x frank #frank x eddie #eddie dear x frank frankly #frank frankly x eddie dear #someone save me i want to draw all of these lmao #some of them arent entirely accurate but thats okay #this is fandom #i am free

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whatever1728 · 1 day ago

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"What is a 'husband stitch'?"

a/n: I found about this through tiktok and was immediately disgusted... if you don't know what it is I reccomend researching before reading.

summary: The barca players along with the wags play some rounds of 20 questions just for fun. Little did they know that it will turn deep after a couple rounds...

ocs: Isabella is Hector's girlfriend (she is 3 years older than Hector and she is catalan), Sofia is Pau's (she is Brazilian and the same age as Pau and Lamine)

warnings: mentions of sexual and medical abuse, mentions of abuse of power (ig), mentions of vomiting, gets a bit graphic about labour procedure, english is not my first language

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It was a normal afternoon for the barca squad. The players, along with their respective girlfriends and wives where at Hector and Pau's place. After eating, they sat down in the living room as per usual.

A while past and the youngsters of the squad started getting bored.

"Why don't we play something?" Lamine asked, who was itching to do something.

"Like what, kid?" came a reply from Lewa.

"We could play 20 questions? I mean we know eachother pretty well it's not like we will be surprised. The girls also know eachother so no big deal, right? I'm just super bored, pleaseeee" said Lamine, looking at the Polish striker with puppy eyes.

Lewa fell for it in a second and the rest agreed easily.

"Who should start?" Gavi asked lightly.

"You, since you asked so nicely." teased the youngest.

Going clockwise, Gavi asked Pedri: "What don't you like about tattoos that makes you so against getting any?"

Pedri explained"Well, I don't like how extreme they can be. Something small and sentimental, I don't mind. Besides, I think some are cool, like Rapha's for example. I just don't think I would like it on my skin."

And so it went for a while. Pedri asked Pau about his favorite food, Pau asked Sofia about holidays and so on. At some point it was Mikky's turn to ask Isabella. After thinking for a bit Mikky asked:

"What is a disgusting situation you have gotten involved in?"

"Oh... that doesn't need much thought. I have this friend Carla, she is a couple years older. She gave birth last year and she wanted me to be with her during the labor." Isabella paused there and everyone thought that was the whole story. However, she went on:

"For background info, during her pregnancy she wasn't one the best of terms with the father, to the point where she thought about divorcing him after she gave birth."

"She calls me, tells me she is getting to the hospital because her water broke. I get there as soon as possible, go to her room give her a hug and sit by that asshole she called a husband. Fast-forward she gives birth, my goddaughter is healthy and well. And then that bastard of a doctor asks her now ex if HE would like my friend to have an extra stitch! And her ex said yes like it was obvious. To say I was disgusted wasn't even enough. I got up smacked the doctor, punched the husband and asked for security to call the police."

"The doctor ended up without a license and my friend got a divorce."

By then all the girls were stunned. Nobody talked for a while. Pau was the first to speak up.

"Sorry, but for those of us who don't know what does getting an extra stitch mean?"

It seemed that most of the guys didn't know either. The ever wise and mature Frenkie, unsurprisingly, was the one to respond.

"So basically, and girls correct me if I'm wrong, when a woman gives birth, in some cases the vagina tears open in order to accomondate the baby. So after giving birth the doctor has to stich up the skin, since it doesn't heal naturally. Some disgusting men, not even men really since the do stuff like this, want the doctor to make an extra stitch so 'it's' tighter and supposedly more pleasuring for the guy after."

"In most cases that extra stitch makes sexual endeavors painful for women. And if a doctor does something like that he should be sued and the husband should go to jail for sexual abuse, but that's not what happens in most cases unfortunately." Dani continued.

"WHAT???" (Pedri)

"OH MY GOD" (Pau)

"WHAT THE F*CK" (Gavi)

Hector shot on his feet and headed for the bathroom. Coming out he looked pale and green. After the boys where done screaming profanities about how messed some people are Hector stated :"That is at the very least disgusting..."

"I remember when I told you about it and you had the same reaction..." Mikky turned to Frenkie

"How could I not vomit after hearing about that? It's extremely evil to do something like that. Let alone claiming you love the person you do this to." Frenkie replied

"That's when I knew I'd marry you..." Mikky said looking up at him with a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. Frenkie smiled, his eyes mirroring his wife's.

Sometime later, everyone filled out except for Isabella and Sofia who were staying the night. Hector and Isabella said goodnight to the other two who where going to watch a movie at Pau's room and went to get ready for bed themselves. After Hector taking a shower and Isabella doing her night routine, they cuddled in bed and talked for a while.

"I'm so lucky..." Hector said

"And why is that, handsome?" her complimets always making him blush a bit.

"Because, not only is the woman I hold in my arms beautiful, on the outside and more importantly on the inside, talented and smart. She is also extremelly protective of the people she loves and firmlly loyal." he expressed his thought with a smile and adoring eyes.

"Thank you, guapo, but I did just what I thought was right."

"I know and I hope that you also know I would never do something like that..."

"Amor, I know, your reaction was proof enough, don't worry, I know you and that's all I need to be able to dream a future with you."

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a/n: thoughts? also what other warnings should I put cause I feel the ones I put are tame...

#pau cubarsi #hector fort #hector fort x oc #pau cubarsí x oc #team as family #fc barcelona #lamine yamal #gavi #pedri #fanfiction #football #football fanfic #robert lewandowski #frenkie de jong #mikky kiemeney

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bthump · 2 days ago

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Hi! I love your meta and your understanding of Berserk is just so sublime. <3 I apologize that the ask is so long and I totally understand if you don't have the time to read it.

I was re-reading the post-Miura chapters and I noticed some details that got me thinking. Griffith seemingly decides to go to Casca after seeing/sensing the Beast of Darkness (2nd page of ch367, it's kinda ambiguous tho) and then when Guts fails to strike Griffith while Griffith is holding Casca, Guts thinks "Wha...?!", we see his hands shaking and he collapses. What do you think that he's so shocked about? That he couldn't hurt Griffith because of some magical invulnerability? Or because he couldn't bring himself do it after all? Or was he somehow surprised that he couldn't risk killing Casca too even if it meant killing Griffith (which would be unhinged but possible considering Guts' history with letting Casca die/suffer when it comes to Griffith)? Or maybe he was shocked to see Griffith holding Casca, since he was shown to have complicated feelings about that when Griffith first reincarnated and Casca reached for him and then after the Hill of Swords when Casca reached for him again. Of course, it was actually the baby she was reaching for but Guts doesn't know that and he was angsting about it pre-eclipse too (although apparently then it was fine cause he was pining after Griffith even harder and arguably he still is, lol). It would be interesting if it was also one of the reasons Guts was so upset when Griffith was carrying Casca away (hopefully along with, you know, the fact that Casca is being kidnapped by someone who raped her), and it could partly explain why Guts wasn't focused on saving her (and in fact, hasn't mentioned her once) but on feeling bad about himself instead. Poor Casca, she was thinking about how she needs to get back to Guts and Guts hasn't even thought about her.

And why do you think Griffith went to hold Casca and then took her with him? Did he think he needed something to stop Guts when he sensed the BoD? But that doesn't feel likely to me bc he was dodging Guts' attacks so effortlessly before. Or could it be possible that he somehow felt like he needed to protect Casca from BoD!Guts? Which obviously would be super ironic but he has protected Casca before (probably because of the Moonlight Child but who knows). He provabably has some reason to keep her in Falconia we don't know about yet, but I'm wondering what his immediate reasoning was since it doesn't seem to me that he came to Elfhelm to do that (or that he came there intentionally at all since he came as the Moonlight Child). As a side note, I also find interesting that Griffith has snapped Guts out of the BoD!mode twice. Once as the Moonlight Child (and the Moonlight Child also later saved Guts from drowning, both of these happened when the MC was in a form with Griffith-like hair) and once in Guts' mind (I think) when he almost got up from his post-Elfhelm depression through accepting the Beast of Darkness, although that might have been more about him feeling powerless against Griffith. Or maybe it was how he looked directly at Griffith's dick in that panel, who can say lol.

In addition, I think there are visual parallels between how Griffith reaches to Casca and how he reached to Ganishka, how Guts almost sliced through Jill to kill Rosine and how he almost killed Casca here, and Guts' strike and its "wind effect" look almost identical to what was shown in his fateful duel with Griffith, but I suppose it could be a coincidence or that the illustrators are using Miura's work as direct references.

Thanks if you read this far! I appreaciate all your contributions to the fandom <3.

Sorry about the wait, work's been a nightmare the past few weeks lol so I haven't had the energy for meta.

I actually have a post about that scene where I speculate about Guts' reaction. In brief, I figure it's shock at not being able to hurt Griffith, given his subsequent breakdown about his sword and total lack of thought for Casca (and yeah ia that sucks for her, wow) and it's interesting in context considering Griffith is essentially protecting Casca from him in that moment.

And that's an interesting point about Griffith potentially perceiving the Beast of Darkness in Guts. I've been assuming that Griffith kidnapped Casca basically just to have a babysitter nearby for the moonlight boy lol, so he wouldn't go magically wandering across the country looking for her, but it would be interesting if there was more to it than that.

I like to believe that maybe Moonbaby is a justification for an intrinsic urge to protect her that comes from his unfrozen human emotions. I hope that fact that Griffith had to shield her from Guts comes back, at least thematically - Guts as a danger to Casca has been a consistent theme throughout the latter part of the story, and Griffith being the one to protect her could be interesting as a sort of thematic yin yang thing, like Griffith as a monster demonstrating humanity vs Guts as a human demonstrating monstrousness.

Honestly idk why Griffith would protect her in terms of pragmatism. Surely her being dead would also help solve the moonlight boy issue by removing the person he seeks out. (Assuming that actually is his motivation and Griffith didn't kidnap her for some as yet unknown reason.)

And ooh I did see the parallel between Guts and Rosine and Jill vs Guts and Griffith and Casca, which I get into in that post I linked, but I never considered a visual parallel between Griffith and Ganishka and Griffith and Casca, but yeah that makes sense and imo is potentially interesting thematically.

Like I see the Griffith and Ganishka encounter as a big high fantasy metaphor for a basic longing for human connection, and if Griffith and Casca mirror that at all then imo that's more evidence for Griffith being drawn to Casca because of his humanity and their former friendship, whether Griffith can admit that to himself or not. I mean, it could also be a suggestion that Moonlight Boy represents Griffith's humanity symbolically, but I don't like that concept (I want Griffith's human emotions to be real not symbolically expressed through a magic baby lol) so I'm all about finding alternatives.

Thanks for the ask, you raise a lot of good points!

#ask #saagadriel #a #b #theme: true light #theme: relationships as personal growth #scene: elfhelm #character: neogriffith

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ashenstardust · 2 days ago

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Hiiiiiiii author I hope you're doing well <3

So i saw that you're writing for clair obscure (you're the only one i found really 😭) and i wanted to know if you can write something fluffy with Verso ? 😭 (If you're taking requests ?) Idk just pure fluff like he calls her "princess" and is a gentleman to her ? (I'm a hopeless romantic and a sucker for fluff 😭)

Aaand that's it , sending love your way <3

I hope this is okay;;;; If it is not, I am so sorry pls forgib me ;w; Pairing: Verso x Reader Summary: Verso goes out of his way to make sure you're okay when the group is spending the night in camp. Word Count: 929 Rating: G Warnings: Fluff (?), use of nicknames

“Careful, princess,” Verso’s words of warning cut through the quiet copse and make you jump a bit in surprise.

You look over your shoulder, briefly, to see him walking your way. Then you go back to looking over the Curator who stands idly by waiting for someone to engage its skills.

“You might not like what looks back,” Verso says, meeting where you’re standing and casting his gaze at what you’re investigating.

“Its just so interesting,” you marvel, leaning over to try and notice something new from a different angle.

You hear Verso hum an amused, if skeptical, acknowledgment. “Well, I came to ask if you wanted dinner while it was still warm,” he muses, “I know how you scientific types absolutely love to put anything and everything before your own wellbeing.”

You scoff at him, but it carries no weight as you circle around the Curator and fumble through your jacket for your notebook. You flip through the pages quickly to find a blank sheet.

“Are you ignoring me, mademoiselle?” the usual growling cut of Verso’s voice is there and undercut by his feigned, dramatic, offense.

“I’m not ignoring you,” you begin to say.

“But you wish to gain sustenance from scientific discovery and have no need to partake in basic human functions?” he interrupts you.

You slide your eyes to meet his and find his chastisement is coming from a place of concern, not anger. You make a dramatic display of tucking your notebook away and gesture for him to lead on.

A small, slanted smile graces his features as he turns and walks you back to the fire.

You study his back as you go. His concern for you was different from his concern for Maelle. And as you think about his addition to your camp you realize you’d seen him impatient, but you aren’t sure you’ve seen him angry.

Not that you want to see him angry, particularly, he is fierce enough in battle while calm. But, call it scientific folly, you want to see what would happen.

A simple stew was simmering over the fire. You aren’t exactly passing through greener pastures so stew is the best your group can do with what little supplies you have. Verso has been more than helpful on that front too. He knows what plants grow in even the harshest environments, and he knows how to prepare them so they don’t kill you.

Verso waves you to sit, while he grabs two bowls and fills them. You take the time to glance around. It’s dark in the clearing, even with the moon shining on a cloudless sky. You notice there are no other silhouettes. The rest of your small expedition team must’ve already gone down to rest for the night.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, handing you a warm, full bowl.

You take it, gratefully, and get caught under his stare for a heartbeat. He breaks the moment, seemingly reluctantly, to sit with his own dinner. Your mind comes back to you as do the many questions you’re dying to ask him, most of which you fear you know the answer to. You take up a spoon and eat a few bites instead.

“You know you can tell me anything, princess,” he says, and the nickname he’s chosen to give you makes your blood warm. “I want you to trust me – I want us to trust each other,” he adds.

“Why does it matter?”

Verso gives you a look like he needs you to explain.

“We need you to continue on our journey. Why does it matter if we trust you?”

You watch a glimmer of understanding twinkle in his eyes. He leans forward, and you forget, for a moment, what you’re a part of. “I need you to trust me,” he says, his growling voice is low. You realize he’s telling you a secret. “I need you to trust me because things are only going to get worse, and I know we’re all going to need someone to rely on.”

You let him know you are listening to what he is telling you, and for a long while after you let his words sit between you in silence. You are hungry and you do want to eat something warm for once. And hadn’t he gone out of his way to make sure you take care of yourself?

But soon enough the food is gone, and you don’t feel tired and when you look at Verso, he doesn’t look tired either.

“You think I’ll rely on no one?” you ask, staring into your empty bowl.

“You rely on no one now,” he says with a light laugh. The sound doesn’t help how gravely serious he’s looking at you. “If you rely on no one it will kill you long before any of our enemies get the chance.”

“Okay,” you concede.

Verso stands and offers his hand to you.

You look up at him curiously but take his hand without hesitation. It’s warm and rough with callouses.

“When we get to that point, promise you’ll rely on me too.” You’re cringing a bit at your choice of words, given how the last promise had gone for your group, but felt you meant the words you chose.

For Verso’s part he doesn’t seem at all phased by you. Instead, he allows you to use his hand to stand and begins walking you to where everyone else is sleeping soundly.

“I promise,” he tells you as he leaves you there. You watch him disappear into the shadows before you lay down and finally rest.

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