#mostly good - i've been busy with school and family

[yardsards]

also another reason i'm wary of discussions of "female socialization" is that too many of them act like it's a universal experience rather than something that varies widely based on your individual sociocultural background. like, what a girl is supposed to be varies WIDELY by culture or even by family.

like as someone who grew up in rural appalachia, what was expected of me as a girl was a good bit different from girls (even of the same race and similar income level) that i've talked to who grew up in town just an hour away. a woman who could effortlessly lob a hay bale half her body weight was considered a *good* thing here. but at the same time, we were told things about submitting to our husbands that could possibly be described as "some handmaids tale type shit".

(the ideal of a good redneck woman shares a lot of traits with a "pickme girl" actually, though it's not quite identical, and is also wrapped in a layer of *regional* pride/exceptionalism rather than *personal* exceptionalism.) (sidenote i've kinda grown to detest the term "pickme girl" cuz half of the people who say it aren't referring to women that push other women down and degrade femininity. they're just referring to like. a masculine woman minding her own business and maybe personally kinda disliking the colour pink cuz it got forced on her too hard as a kid.)

ANYWAY. this is only part sociological analysis and is mostly a leadup to an anecdote i remembered:

in high school i had this girl i was friends with. classic queer teenage friendship. unhealthy, codependent, being some form of in love with each other, ultimately culminating in an explosive friend breakup. you know the deal.

and at the time (peak of friendship, pre-breakup) my friend had this shit-ass boyfriend. like i probably would have disliked him on principle cuz i was a jealous baby queer but he more than earned my vitriol for reasons i'm not going to go into here cuz most of em aren't funny they're just legit upsetting.

and we were talking and i think my friend mentioned something about liking a big strong man who could carry her, cuz next thing i know i'm smugly looking the fuck ass boyfriend in the eyes lifting my friend up with my wobbly little nerd arms. real urgent "mother lifting a car off her baby" type strength or something must have kicked in cuz i've always been shaped somewhere on the spectrum of "twink" and "malnourished victorian orphan"

and i put her down and the fuckass boyfriend comes up to me and pats me on the back and says "wow, you're a real country gal!"

i wasn't trying to affirm my heritage, dalton. i was trying to steal your girl. (and possibly affirm my burgeoning transmasculinity? but mostly steal your girl tbh.)

[roaringroa]

they should make a life where you don't have appointments, work, school and scheduled events every single day for months on end

[gillianthecat]

Apparently it's Ben Franklin's fault* that electrons are negative. I can't really blame him, he had to make a random guess which side to call positive and which negative, but I'm still a little mad. It would make physics and chemistry significantly easier for my poor confused brain if he'd guessed the way that made electrons have the positive charge.

*based on an answer on quora. they seemed knowledgeable, but i didn't actually fact check anywhere else.

[astrxealis]

40 mil is the highest points i've had for gw ever tbh so i am proud of myself so far <3 also !! almost rank 175 >;D

anyways hi just small update/rambles uhm. i've been more productive w school but also school ew !!! and 6.3 is so fucking soon holy shit i am not ready at all & i hope this week i can finally start omori and/or p4g <33

[thedoctorisgroovy]

Schooled

» Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

» Word count: 998

» Warnings: use of y/n, S3-5 Spencer, reader has just started at the BAU, mention of bullying, fluff, establishing relationship, awkward Spencer, use of the word sh**ty, mention of gunshot wound, gn reader, they/them pronouns, slightly non canon character behaviours

» A/N: so Im 27 and i've never written a fic before! I had a dream the other night that I was gonna turn into a one shot but realised I needed way more backstory to get to the dream scene so this is gonna be multiple chapters! Reader should be GN, if not I apologise! Also I have no clue about how law enforcement works so all references to the FBI, statistics etc are all made up. Any feedback is welcome but please try to be kind/constructive!

CHAPTER 1:

Your job with the BAU took you all over the country; mountain ranges, the desert, small towns, big cities, and if you were lucky, even the beach, which may sound slightly psychopathic considering you solve homicides and kidnappings for a living. You never thought it would take you back to your old high school however. The FBI had been called in to your home-town to help solve a string of disappearances/kidnappings that seemed to be connected to the school. It started off as one or two kids not showing up for class, but had now escalated into 6 official missing students. Local police were struggling to determine whether the unsub was a teacher or student, and in a population of 35,000, they called in the BAU to put together a more accurate profile of who they were looking for.

After moving away at the ripe age of 18 to get your bachelor’s degree at a university far away, you had no intention of ever returning to your shitty town. School wasn’t too hard, you got good grades and had a few solid friends but still fell victim to the small town bullying and mentality that you’ve spent the last few years getting over in therapy. Attending the academy straight after graduating helped to keep you busy and away too - much to your mother’s protests - but you knew your goal in life. Joining the FBI and then eventually the BAU was your best shot at never returning, and while your one track mind kept you focused, it unfortunately lead to this case.

On the plus side, it also lead you to the best group of friends - who were your family, lets face it - and boyfriend you could ask for. Dr Spencer Reid was the first member of the team that you were introduced to by Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner on your first day. As he’s your age and at the time, a little awkward, Hotch thought you’d be least intimidated joining the team by meeting him first.

Hotch told you that he was a genius and had a tendency to ramble trivia at people, which intrigued you. You’d never met a 26 year old genius before. As he lead you down the ramp and across the bullpen, you noted 2 women; a blonde girl with quirky clothes and a big grin and a brunette with big eyes and a bright red tank top. You felt their eyes follow you and SSA Hotchner across the room as he lead you to wonder boy’s desk. He had his head buried in a file; legs bunched together on his seat,  a pen tapping against his lips absentmindedly, his face obscured slightly by the hair falling across his cheeks and forehead.  You reached his desk and Hotch cleared his throat slightly. When he didn’t react, Hotch finally spoke up.

“Dr Reid, this is Special Agent Y/F/N, Y/L/N.” Hotch said in a firm but polite tone. Spencer flinched when Hotch spoke, his voice snapping him out of whatever work induced rabbit hole his brain was stuck in. In an instant, his legs were now back onto the floor, whipped his head up and pushed his glasses up onto his head. Spencer leaned over his desk and extended his hand, to shake yours. He gave you a big smile which you remember looked genuine and sweet at the time.

“Hi, I’m Dr Reid… Or Spencer, just call me Spencer, Dr sounds prententious. I mostly just say it to sound smart but I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.” As he started rambling, you couldn’t help but stare. Now that his face wasn’t covered by his hair, you noticed how pretty he was. His light, soft brown eyes scanned your face while you accidentally stared into them. There was a kindness there that you felt drawn to and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at his strong jawline.

“Agent Y/L/N?” Spencer questioned softly, his smile dropping to a face of mild concern. You looked down and realised his hand was still extended waiting for you to shake it. Mortified that you’d been staring at this poor man’s face, you blushed and quickly stuck your hand out to reciprocate the greeting.

“Nice to meet you!” You tried to muster in your cheeriest polite voice, hiding your embarrassment as best you could. His smile grew again, cheeks turning ever so slightly salmon colored.

“Reid, I’m leaving Agent Y/L/N in your care. Can you please introduce them to the rest of the team before the debrief? JJ’s waiting for us in the briefing room but I’ve told her to wait 5 minutes for introductions.” With that, Hotch left and you stood semi awkwardly at Reid’s desk unsure whether to initiate conversation or wait for him to take the lead. Thankfully he did.

“As the idiom says ‘there’s no time like the present’” Spencer quipped, standing up and placing his case file onto the desk. He gestured to follow him as he lead you to the two women who you could tell were gossiping quite frankly.

Since then, you’d been inseparable. The whole team noticed how fond you were of each other; 6 months of choosing to pair up on missions, sleeping next to each other on the jet, filing paperwork until the early hours alone in the office. Eventually, Garcia - your loveable bubbly tech analyst best friend - forced you to go on an official date - much to your fake protestations - and that night, you decided to make it official. The “I love you’s” came after a particularly dangerous case where you got shot in the field. The good doctor refused to leave your side from the minute you were injured until you got into the hospital bed. After surgery to remove the bullet, he laid on your recovery bed with you and whispered that he loved you and you whispered back before you both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

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[octocharger]

ok i'm sorry this show is what i'm reviving this account for real quick but i've been turning this over in my head and i kinda gotta get it out real quick so uh. spoilers for Lost and Founder's Day, Battle of the Dimmsonian, Lost in Fairy World and Operation Birthday Takeback under the cut? we ball

Peri is kind of... giving me slight gifted kid right now?

i mean, watching this show i've noticed that he's got a lot more anxiety than i've seen people point out, lemme try to explain in Lost and Founder's Day, he starts off all suave and cool, which is honestly incredibly different from what we've seen of him *besides* when he explains to Dev why he can't go to Fairy World in Lost in Fairy World, and i'd argue the end of Operation Birthday Takeback, where he's trying to cheer Dev up with a wish. the latter of them seems like this more so, but i think it's painfully obvious that in all 3 of these occasions he was putting on a more confident act, that same showman-like personality he started with but, frankly, most of the time, he seems anxious or tired and exasperated, mostly to do with Dev probably. for the record, i do NOT think he hates Dev AT ALL. it's kind of a complicated relationship between the two that i love but i'm not gonna get into here ok, so Peri puts on a showman personality when he's not that, so what? yeah, in A New Wish alone i don't really have much to go off of yet, and i could just be entirely wrong, but there's some details i wanna take note of to at least potentially back me up here: - He was Timmy's godbrother as a baby - He was the most popular kid *ever* in spellementary school and a pretty smart one at that

for the first point, i bring Timmy up because. he was a notorious menace. like i don't think i need to get into that, and i think for the fact that Peri managed to deal with him growing up, people might compare him now to how he was back then, even younger than Peri can genuinely remember

for the second point, we don't know much about Peri's academic life that i can say for certain, but i think it's entirely possible that he was revered as gifted as far as we know, which could lead to him constantly trying to exceed himself on that last note, i wanna bring up how he acts in Lost in Fairy World, where he constantly tries to assure his parents that he's got everything under control (when he clearly doesn't)

i feel like these are all a bunch of scattered thoughts that i wanna let other people try and connect the dots with me with this idea... anyway, it might also be worth mentioning that, again, he's the first fairy baby in thousands of years. assuming he went to the Fairy Academy to become a fairy godparent there's a good chance he was surrounded by classmates who are like. thousands of years older than him. reminder that Peri is like. 20? 30? he's like a fetus to these guys. he might be getting compared to with people with thousands of years of experience with life that he doesn't have he also mentions, albeit in an offhanded comment, that fairy godparenting is a family business...

anyways these are all a bunch of random 6 AM thoughts that i have been turning over n all that in my head since last night's episode

btw not related but i feel like adding on, i'm pretty sure Peri's still Dev's godparent, he didn't wish for him to STOP being his godparent, just to leave him alone

[slytherinshua]

SEVENTEEN ATLA HEADCANONS

genre. headcanons. avatar the last airbender au. warnings. none. featuring. ot13 seventeen. wc. 1.6k. (around 100 words each) request. no. a/n. obviously i've been on a svt atla kick since burnt promises, second chances. i'd be open to writing fics for any of these small headcanons if anyone is particularly interested :)

SEUNGCHEOL

Ugh, Cheol is really hard. I kinda see him as any nation and also none at the same time. For the lack of other Water Tribe on the list, I’ll give him Water Tribe, but I don’t even think he’s a bender. He’d be a passionate hunter of the Southern Water Tribe, and a very good one, but not a bender. He’d always be eager to help out and fit his role as a true leader. He’s looked up to because he protects his people without fail. He’s good at strategics and known for his bravery. I see him fitting a role like Sokka’s father, but I don’t see him as anything glamorous like Water Tribe Royalty. He’s down to Earth and humble and honest. He leads and the people follow.

JEONGHAN

Jeonghan is an airbender. He’s witty and intelligent, and a great asset to his nation. He’d be in an Air temple close to the Earth Kingdom, and he often helps out with strategics if they ever need it. Definitely a kind and angel baby, but if there’s anyone who needs dealing with, he will personally take the task up. He’s world renowned and has allies and friends in every single nation. When he’s not busy, he’ll spend his time travelling around and immersing himself in the different cultures of the nations. He’s beaten Water Tribe hunters at their own hunt, evaded earthbender attacks in the ring because of how light he is on his feet. And his agility and wit proves to be useful whenever he goes head to head with a firebender. He can often predict their next moves and avoid attacks before they’re even fired at him.

JOSHUA

Joshua is Water Tribe!! Definitely a Water Tribe prince, or even a poor boy from the Northern Water Tribe whose parents couldn’t afford water bending lessons for him, so he would sneak around and watch lessons without getting caught. He’s mostly self taught, so he’s not exactly the best, but he can still hold his own. If he’s a Water Tribe prince, then he probably got bored with water bending very quickly as a child and started figuring out ways to skip his lessons lol. He knows clever ways to bribe or fool his masters into letting him slack off, but he also has to build enough skill to show at least a little improvement. He’s probably more interested in carving proposal necklaces to give to his future girlfriend than improving his bending skills.

JUNHUI

Jun is Fire Nation, and he’s extremely talented at Fire Bending. He probably runs a tea shop with his family and takes lessons on the side; just a regular middle class kid. He’s not aiming for a military position or anything high up, but he uses his skills to help him in daily life. He might have friends from places higher up in the city, and because of that, he got to take a visit to Royal Fire Academy for Girls. Definitely turns some heads— practically the whole school is crushing on him by the end of the 2 hour visit, and he enjoys the attention that he wouldn’t usually get at home. It’s safe to say that he’s invited back given the significant improvement in attendance and performance after his initial visit. 

SOONYOUNG

Another airbender, only because he’s so agile. Like the spider choreo really makes me see him as someone who just likes to swing around upside down for fun. He’ll play pranks on the older monks, or just anyone he can get his hands on. He’s a lot like Aang in that way. He definitely creates his own airbending moves, because he is a choreographer!!! Somehow takes a trip to the Earth Kingdom because it was his life goal to see a tigerdillo in real life. Once he meets one, he somehow adopts it, and settles down in the Earth Kingdom from there on! He’s perfectly happy, and can he even pose as an earthbender if he’s smart about it.

WONWOO

Anyone could probably guess that I see Wonwoo as Fire Nation. I wrote an entire 14.5k fic about it which is expecting a part 2, but I just think he fits it so much? Especially in a role like the Fire Lord or some notable higher up who is skilled at firebending and definitely owns a dragon (if we’re talking a time period before/during the dragon hunts). He’d be the type to just be a natural at it and reach a high mastery at an early age. He’s such a skilled fighter, and definitely knows how to control his flame. He prefers to study directly from dragons instead of old masters, whose teachings feel regurgitated and watered down, which sounds pretentious, but it’s one of the reasons why he got so good.

JIHOON

I see Jihoon as an Earth bender. He’s short and stout but HE'S SO BUFF. He definitely has the density in him to move some rocks, he’s practically built like The Boulder but without the height????? I definitely see him as part of the royal guard, but definitely not an Earth King. He might teach Earth Bending or get posted out on the coast near the Fire Nation or something— but he definitely has a military position. Somewhere where he can use his earthbending to its full potential. Not the most talkative, but definitely the most efficient, so he climbs the ranks like nobody's business and everyone knows to respect every word that comes out of his mouth. If you say even a word about his height, he’ll throw a rock at your head before you can finish the sentence.

SEOKMIN

It was hard to pick between Water Tribe and Fire Nation for Seokmin, but I think he’s ultimately Fire Nation. I see him as an actor for plays, and he definitely uses his firebending to win over the audience. It got to the point that even though he’s from a small town in the Fire Nation, he became a household name and got increasingly popular until he eventually found himself acting in front of the Fire Lord. Once he got rich enough from it, he got a spot in the most infamous acting troupe in the Fire Nation. His favourite role to play is, of course, the Dragon Emperor in Love Amongst the Dragons.

MINGYU

Just a bulky earthbender I don’t know what to say. He probably got recruited to some military position because he’s fit and can hold his own in a fight, but boy’s just really a sweetheart. He doesn’t enjoy smashing people with rocks, so he tries to get out of the military as soon as possible. He instead works as a carpenter of sorts? Builds elaborate structures with his earthbending, and has a surprisingly artistic touch to his creations. Popular with the older ladies because he is a gentleman.

MINGHAO

I see him as an airbender, but I cannot imagine him with a bald head LIKE HELP. But let's say he is, and for aesthetic purposes, keep the long haired Minghao. He practically floats and flies through the air with his airbendings. He’s probably more of a lemur guy than a sky bison guy. I can imagine him having 1 or 2 lemurs who he spends most of his time with. Obviously very light on his feet and into meditation. He’s one of those star students in the class that the teacher picks as an example for the other students to watch and learn from.

SEUNGKWAN

A waterbender, and he’s good because he focused and studied the traditions of it. He knows the importance of the basics, and when he’s teaching, he can get mad pretty quick if he catches a novice waterbender doing a technique lazily. He teaches them the hard way, making the floor an ice rink or slapping in the face with a water tentacle if they make a silly mistake. But he’s a respected master. (Not to say that he’s old, but he holds the respect of an old master). Also a great healer for the Water Tribe. He thinks it’s important for the men to not just learn how to fight with spears and slices of water, but also to heal the tribe, and he offers his lessons to the women of the tribe as well.

VERNON

Another Fire Nation boy. He’s so skilled he can redirect lightning and all that jazz. He’s a worldwide guy too, so he’s definitely familiar with the other nations and their bending to a certain extent. (Like Iroh, studying the Water Tribe helped him with creating new techniques within firebending). He has a dragon because he’s hot like that, and would hold master firebending classes lol. Definitely has connections to the Royal Family and I could even see him serving as a personal guard or something of that sort. His skills aren’t to be wasted, so he can snag a high paying position practically anywhere he wants.  

CHAN

Earth Kingdom kid from a poor family™, I mean it’s just so clear in my mind. I imagine his mom runs a corner store, and he likes to use his very limited earth bending skills to make the shop look prettier. If the wooden tables break down over time, he’ll earth bend a makeshift counter to display the trinkets for sale. He’s quite charming even though he doesn’t have much to say about himself. In the lower class of the Earth Kingdom, practically everyone knows him because he likes to go around and make new friends when he’s bored. He’ll help out the elderly if they need it, and flash a toothy grin to anyone he comes across.

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[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 23: Established Relationship

Digital | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,063 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Kissing Summary: Cas and Jack tell Dean about their day at the farmers market. Flirty texting, family dinners, and movie nights included.

Anchor in Storm | @tami-ryver Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,086 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel Takes Care of Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, Angry Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Angst, Angst and Feels Summary: Dean knows as it has been the subject of more then enough of their fights. Of course, Cas doesn't see it that way. He always says that he needs to know and that it's for a good cause, which in Dean' mind is a load of bullshit. But, he can't tell Cas that, as it will fire him even more and most fights if not all, end up with a lot of angry sex.

That Takes Me Back | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: General Word Count: 1,170 Main Tags/Warnings: alternate universe, domestic fluff, high school, established relationship Summary: Dean and Cas reminisce about how it all began...

Restless | @blessyourhondahurley Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,748 Main Tags/Warnings: Wedding fluff Summary: After a (mostly) sleepless night, Dean wakes to a very special, and very busy, day.

this is the only thing i've ever had any faith it | @watchinghimrakeleaves Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,760 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Human Castiel, Supportive Sam Winchester, Retired Hunter Dean Winchester Summary: The world is safe, Dean and Cas own a bar on the beach, and Dean is ready to ask Cas for something he could have never imagined he was allowed to have.

Sturdy | @shishquahcustardtree Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,065 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, top!Castiel, bottom!Dean, post 15x18, fluff and smut, canon divergent, no 15x20, post Castiel Empty rescue Summary: It’s been four weeks since Castiel was rescued from The Empty. Four weeks of a confession of Deans own, soft kisses, and indecent public exposure (and a very tired Sam). The Dean-Cave needs a new couch. Dean wants Castiel to go with him. Sam wants to not have to bail them out of the local police station again. Dean wants to keep the real reason for the new couch a secret until the very end.

Making Pie | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: General Word Count: 5,018 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Family, Meet Cute, Established Relationship Summary: Cas and Dean have been waiting to adopt for years. Claire, Emma, and Jack just lost their parents in a car accident. Are Cas and Dean ready to go from zero to three kids all at once?

Under Lock and Key | @teeparadigm67 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,215 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Handcuffs, Enochian Handcuffs, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Sex in the Men of Letters Bunker, Poor Sam Winchester he's seen too much, Porn with Feelings Summary: He thought he was a damn genius when the inspiration struck him, noticing the glint of metal while rearranging Babys’ weapon’s arsenal. But now, with every step he took walking from the garage, the doubt started to seep in. The sex was a fairly new dynamic to their relationship but now Dean had gotten a taste, he was hooked. There was however just one tiny little problem, Castiel’s grace surges. It did wonders for his ego, knowing that every time they had sex Cas’s grace would become so powerful that it would blow the bunkers' power. But after one too many “electrical mishaps,” his angelic boyfriend had taken a vow of chastity, not wanting to risk damage to the bunker's electrics or anywhere else for that matter. It's not that Cas wasn’t offering Dean enjoyment, but it’s just so much better when there are two at play. He needed to try something, anything to get Cas out of that damn trench coat and into his bed again, and hopefully, the Enochian handcuffs that sat heavily in his back pocket might be the solution to all their problems. (That's if Cas would be on board with the idea.)

What I Put You Through | @macy2me Rating: Mature Word Count: 17,921 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Getting divorced, Sad boys don't use their words right, Secrets, Kidnapping, Angst, Lots of Angst, All aboard the train of angst, Destination: Happy ending, Getting Back Together, Jack is in trouble, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Anal Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, I promise there is a happy ending Summary: “Jack’s missing,” his almost ex-husband speaks the words no parent ever wants to hear. This is a story about two men that have fallen out of love but must come together to get their only child back.

Good Times, Bad Times, Past Times | @lazarus-rose Rating: Explicit Word Count: 25,313 Main Tags/Warnings: Time travel, human Castiel, post canon, canon-typical violence, married Castiel/Dean Summary: With his demon deal almost due, Dean didn't foresee much of a future for himself — until he is faced with a version of him from 2023. This apparent future is accompanied by Sam and another man who seems very close to Dean's future self and claims to be a fallen angel. Dean thought he and Cas had finally gotten their happy ending after defeating Chuck and semi-retiring from hunting. But, after Jack informs them of a rogue angel who has gone back in time to kill Dean before he ever went to Hell, the two of them agree to join Sam for one last hunt.

Til Apocalypse Do Us Part | @avonlady42 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 34,920 Main Tags/Warnings: established relationship, married, top castiel/bottom Dean Winchester, switching, fluff and smut, anal sex, supernatural elements, dean winchester wears panties Summary: Dean thought he had the perfect life. He married his high school sweetheart, Castiel, and they lived the apple pie life with the white picket fence. It all goes horribly wrong one day when he wakes up and his husband is suddenly missing. He searches for him and files a missing persons report, but he is nowhere to be found. The apple pie life he thought he had disappeared when his brother and mother let him in on the secret that monsters and angels and demons are real and they hunt them in order to keep the world safe. They think Castiel’s disappearance is somehow connected and Dean agrees to join them if it will bring his husband home. What Dean doesn’t know is there is more to the story than anyone is telling him and it’s up to him to try to figure it out.

[doomtrooper77]

I've got a story to accompany this image. You can read it below. It is not a cute romantic story; it is more like my images. So, if that is not your thing, skip the story. If you do, let me know what you think of it.

Wrong Side of the Tracks

I had been in the bar for an hour already. It was one of those places off the beaten track where everyone went from what some would call the wrong side of the tracks. Mind you, this place wasn’t rundown. It just wasn’t fancy. The long wooden bar was polished, and the stools were worn but comfortable. Booths lined the wall opposite the bar. In the back of the bar were some big couches and chairs in an open area. Every seating surface was made of that old-school leather that got patina but never grew thin, never ripped. It was all cushioned just right for sitting and drinking the night away. Behind the bar was bottle after bottle of every liquor you could think of. Cases full of bottles of beer and more than a few on tap. However, don’t come in asking for some fancy new-fangled Microbrew bullshit. This wasn’t that kind of place.

Most people who came here were working-class people who came in for drinks and bar food. People who worked with their hands or on their feet all day. You had some white-collar folks sprinkled in, but mostly people who grew up in the neighborhood who managed to get a job downtown but still came back to visit friends and family in the area. That’s not to say it also didn’t have more seedier visitors. It was also a place where locals on the "wrong" side of the law congregated. Depending on the day of the week and the time, there was little you couldn’t find here if you knew the right person to ask.

You need a loan. There was a table in the back where some gentlemen of Italian persuasion sat most days. They were happy to give you some money for a hefty fee. If you needed something to bring you up or down, there was usually someone you could talk to to provide you with whatever you needed. But they couldn’t sell it in the bar. Business of that sort was not allowed in the bar; discussing it was different. If you needed someone’s leg broken, there was someone who you could talk to about that.

The bar was situated behind several warehouses and buildings in an old light industrial part of the city. You had to know where it was to find it and drive a maze of access roads and streets to find it. The bar had an address but didn’t appear on Waze or Google Maps.  The lot was big enough for everything from Harleys to big rigs.  The lot is dim, with most of the light coming from other businesses outside its perimeter.

I was on my 3rd beer when I heard the Harley outside. It was cold in the Midwest in November, but the hardcore bikers rode in the cold air. I was sitting midway down the bar when the door opened, and the crowd started parting. People quickly moved aside, even to the point where they pressed against others to get out of the way of the approaching figure. I got a glimpse of him just as he passed. I thought, “Jesus, he's gotten even bigger!”  He walked past, and you could feel his aura move with him. Predator. It was the only way to describe it. Some construction workers were drinking a few feet down, and one of the bigger guys either didn’t see him coming or had decided he was the alpha in the room. The biker didn’t change his step; his massive shoulders plowed through the big construction worker, pushing him into his buddies and spilling his beer down his shirt.

“Hey FUCK WAD, watch where you’re going!” The big construction worker said. He was big, about 6’5, and easily 280-290 solid pounds. You can tell he was used to being the big guy in the room. The area around them quieted as the biker turned around and took two steps back. I got a good look at him then. He was about 6’2, so shorter than the construction worker. However, everything else about the biker made the construction worker seem small. He had actual doorway-wide shoulders.  Arms are truly as thick as a healthy man's leg. Massive pecs encased under the leather vest. His lats push his massive arms away from his body at a freaking 45-degree angle. A neck so massive that it seemed like his huge shoulders just met his head somehow.  The part of my brain that was pretty damn good at calculating a man's size and weight told me at least 375 actual pounds.

One of the construction workers whispered “shit” as he pulled on his friend's arm. The bigger construction worker was wiping beer from his shirt and shook his friend's arm off as he looked up. Both men’s eyes met, and something happened. Guys know the feeling when you are in a situation where you quickly find out that you are not the alpha in the room. The biker took another step forward and pushed his chest into that of the construction worker. The biker tilted his head to that angle some guys do when trying to figure out how badly they will hurt someone. Not if, but how much. Everything around them quieted and stopped.

I could only see part of the construction workers' faces, but I could see the anger drain quickly away to be replaced by fear.  The Biker saw it and stepped into him more, pushing him back on his friends. Something like a wave of heat seemed to pass over me, and I could feel the raw dominance coming off that biker. It was like being on the edge of a violent storm. You can feel the air pressure change and smell the lightning as it crashes just feet away. Or it is like being on the edge of a vast forest fire, watching a fire tornado spin feet away and your skin both dry and slick with sweat simultaneously.

I felt my balls shrink up and throb at the same time.  “Sorry. Sorry.. man, I’m sorry,” the Big Construction worker was saying. No longer meeting the biker’s gaze, he said, “Sorry I bumped into ya. My fault. Sorry, sorry.”  The Biker stayed crowded in his space for another 15 seconds, stepped back, and looked at the construction workers' buddies, who all looked away. He turned to walk to the back of the bar to the area where the couches and chairs were. There was a dangerous and knowing smirk on his face.

Within seconds, the bar's sounds returned to normal, and people moved on as if nothing had happened—except for the construction workers. Those guys threw money on the bar, paid their tab, and quickly left.

However, I was now intrigued—no, make that obsessed—with the monster in the back of the bar. Over the next hour, I made my way down the bar toward the back of the room. I could see he was sitting with several other bikers and rough-looking men. I couldn’t hear what they were discussing but could see them on the sly. He filled one of the club chairs, his mass covering it completely. He wore this leather vest, black jeans, and big black harness boots. Out of the group, he talked the least.

A couple in the booth was just on the edge of the sitting area, which had a perfect view.  They left when I almost convinced myself that my little spy game had gone as far as it should. Before they could get two steps away from the booth, I slid into it. The waitress came over, and I got another beer.  I took out my phone and pretended to be scrolling on it while I was sneaking peaks at the monster. My cock was so hard in my pants that I had to squirm around a bit to give it room.  Knowing I might never see this guy again, I discreetly turned on my camera and videoed him. I kept making gestures like I was scrolling and typing, but I was filming his every twitch and flex.

I ended up drinking another two beers while getting more and more footage. The angle I had the camera meant I really couldn’t see my screen. I might have noticed when he started looking at me if I had. Only when I looked up to sneak another peek I saw two pools of steel looking at me.  Eyes so bright and grey that they seemed to glow, and they were looking at me. Not glancing but staring at me. I could feel the weight of his attention. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” was all I could think.  As nonchalantly as possible, I slowly angled my phone away, and while pretending to be texting, I shut off the camera. It was time to go. I couldn’t dare look up at him to see if he was still looking, but I knew. I could feel it—the heat and pressure of his attention.

I had two problems. My cock was still rock hard, and I needed to piss badly. So badly, I thought that if I tried to make it to my car, I would piss myself. SHIT. I took out my wallet and threw 50 bucks and an OK tip on the table. Every second felt like my bladder was going to burst. SHIIIT. Taking a deep breath, I causually stood up with my hand in my pocket, trying to hold my boner down, and started walking across the bar to the hallway with the bathrooms. My brain screamed don’t look at him, my cock, on the other hand, throbbed under my fingers and said, come on one last look.

Glancing in his direction as I walked past the men who sat in front of him, I saw his head turn and track me. Like some goddamn tiger or something. I got to the bathroom and made it to the urinal, and let out 5 beers worth of piss. My hard cock throbbing in my hand the entire time. When I finished, my cock had gone to semi-hard. Stuffing it back in my pants, I washed my hands, took a deep breath, and told myself to walk out of the bar. Walk out of the bathroom and straight out the bar, not looking at him or anyone. Out the bar and to my car.  Go home. Go home and watch all of the videos you took of that beast. My cock twitched and started to harden again.

I opened the door, turned to go down the hallway, and ran into a wall of beef. He stood there, his massive body filling the dim hallway, waiting. I bounced off him and stumbled back two steps. I looked up at his face and those eyes. My body froze. I can’t explain it. I FROOZE. He looked at me, his head tilted as if he were deciding something. My heart was racing, and my mouth was dry. For seconds, I couldn’t say anything. Then I remembered what happened with the guy up front. I quickly said, “Sorry. Excuse me for bumping into you.”  

He started moving toward me. I backed up a step, thinking he was headed to the bathroom. But he wasn’t. He kept walking past the bathroom, and now he was against me. His massive body pushes me forward, my backward pace struggling to keep up. “Uh wait, hey, umm, excuse me.” Every nonsensical word came out of my mouth, and he kept pushing me back down the hallway. I started to fall backward, and I felt this massive hand grab my shirt and keep me upright. With no effort, he lifted me on my toes and carried me down the darkening hall. I kept mumbling until he said, “Shut up.” He didn’t yell. He gave an order and expected it to be followed.

We turned a corner and went down another short hall. There was an exit door. He pushed me through it into the night. Behind the bar, it was virtually pitch black, only lit by moonlight and his eyes. He walked us 50 feet behind a brick shed and pushed me against the wall.  His beard split into a hard grin, and he said, “Phone.”

Stunned and terrified, I said, “What?”

I have never had anyone grab me by my throat and lift me off the ground before. His massive hand clamped around my neck; his other hand went to my pants pocket and ripped out my phone.  Still holding me up with one hand, his other expertly clicks the button to turn the screen on. It was locked. He looked at me and then at the phone. I expected he would demand the lock code. Instead, he turned my head to face the phone and held it up. Even in the dim moonlight, it recognized my face and unlocked it.

The massive hand that wasn’t throttling me expertly moved over the screen. His big fingers press and swipe my screen. The screen lit up his face. Harsh, rough, brutally handsome. In a few seconds, I heard the sound of the bar playing from my speaker.  His hand tightened on my throat.  I watched his face as he scrubbed through the video. His brutal features were darkening. The aura of potential violence made the air thick.

He turned the phone so I could see the video playing, which showed him staring at me and the camera from minutes ago. He pulled me down and leaned all of his weight into me, crushing me to the shed wall. He leaned in where our faces were touching. His steel grey eye was less than an inch from my own, staring into my eye like a laser beam. His beard rubbed against mine as his mouth was next to my ear. His hot, angry breath blew across my ear and neck.  It was intimate. Fear can be intimate.

“Who the fuck are you, and why are you videoing me.” He said. His voice was deep, and his words were spoken normally, but the power behind them made me shiver.  My brain went blank. Words just tumbled from my mouth. Apologies. Explanations. Gibberish. I could see the rage ignite in his eyes as he pressed himself against me fully and repeated himself more forcefully. He asked again, and the anger and potential violence in his voice made my legs weak.

Then froze.  His eyes stayed locked to mine. His head tilted. He let go of my neck and reached down between us.  My brain may have been terrified and incapable of action; however, my cock was having the time of its life.  It could care less that this 390-pound monster was about to rip us apart. All it cared about was that 390-pound monster crushing and grinding me into the wall behind us. I felt the biker’s massive hand grab my hard cock.

The heat in his eyes was still there, in suspension.  Lifting my phone back up, I watched as he expertly tapped, swiped, and scrubbed through my phone. We stood that way for almost 3-4 minutes. I heard numerous videos I had saved to my phone from Leather sites, Raw Fuck Club, videos saved from Twitter and Pornhub. He flicked through them, and all the while, my throbbing cock was crushed by his hand.

Looking back at me, his eyes were still full of heat. “Is that it puppy? You getting some more jerk off material on your phone?” My fear is now joined with shame. SHIT. Shame giving me the power to look away.  His big hand squeezes my cock painfully, and he says, “I asked you a question, boy! You’re videoing me so you can jerk this thing off later?” His hand squeezed and pulled my cock roughly through my jeans. It throbbed and twitched with excitement.

I mumbled, “Yes.”

His face gets close to his mind, and the anger is back in his voice, “Speak up, boy! You got the balls to be filming me for your personal pleasure, be man enough to say it!”

“Yes, that is why I was filming you,” I said.

“Why me?” He said, his voice clearly expecting an answer.

I paused. Thinking of what to say.  Decided on the truth. “I’ve never seen anyone like you. As big as you are.  As tough as you are. As strong as you are.  As mean and scary.“ I stopped myself from going further.

He let go of my cock and pressed himself hard against me, crushing me more than before. “You like’em big and scary, huh?” His face was close to mind. “I’m 400 fucking pounds of the meanest and scariest motherfucker you gonna ever meet, boy.”  He pushed his mouth close to my ear and said, “I do mean and scary shit for fun. Are you sure you want that?” He fucking growled like a beast in my ear.

My cock didn’t give my brain time to think, so I quietly said, “Yes.”

He growled in my ear and crushed me even more against the wall. “Mean and scary it is.” He said.

Spinning me around, he pushed me face-first into the brick wall. He reached around, grabbed the front of my pants, and unbuckled my belt. He slid the belt off. Before I knew what was happening, he had made a loop out of it, put it around my neck, and pulled it tight. “There we go, puppy needs a leash.” He said. I was up on my toes. My skin was hot and cold. Excited and scared.

I felt his other hand grab the back of my jeans and yank. There was a ripping sound, and I tried to grab his hand to keep him from ripping my jeans. “Hey, I can take them down…” I never finished that sentence because I felt a fist hit me in the kidneys. Bright pain lanced up my side, and my legs went weak.

Pressing up against me, he said, “Understand this puppy. You’ve got three jobs right now. One, do what I say and nothing but what I say. Two, do whatever you can to make sure I enjoy using you however I want. Three, Survive. Do one and two well, and three shouldn’t be a problem. You fuck around thinking this is some date, and I can show you a whole other level of mean and scary. Do you understand me, boy?”

“ Yes, Sir.” I said.

He laughed roughly as his hand grabbed my jeans and ripped a big hole in the center. His hand reached through the hole to grab my shorts and grab one of the ass straps of my jock. He chuckled, “You’re a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”

I felt him step back and heard a zipper. He growled deeply again and pressed himself against me. I could feel his hot throbbing cock rub against my ass. He ground his hips back and forth and side to side. Fuck, it was huge. I could feel it throb and twitch as it moved across my skin. He slid it up my back and around my hips so I could feel how big it was.  I whimpered a bit in lust and fear. Leaning in, he growled, “Everything about me is big and scary.”

He slides his now hard cock between my ass cheeks, stretching the cheeks apart with-it’s size. I feel him let out a deep, growling breath as he crushes me between him and the wall.  I felt the big, veiny flesh slide up and down my hole. Yanking on the belt, he growls, “Open up.” He pushes his way in. Fuck its, huge. So damn thick. It just keeps sliding and sliding in. My breath is coming in short gasps. He chuckles as it pushes all the way in. I can feel his pubic hair and zipper teeth on my ass.  I want to yell, but the belt is pulled tight on my neck.

“That’s it, puppy. Take it. Take it all.” He says, grinding his massive body against mine. His cock throbbing deep inside me. Soon, he got a steady stroke going. His strokes are solid and deep. His powerlifting hips alternate from jackhammering into me to crushing me against the wall between him and the shed. He’s growling and breathing behind me like an animal. My legs are weak from the pounding.

I feel him loosen his grip on the belt, grab my hair, and pull my head to the side. I feel his thick beard rub across my neck. I moan as he rubs across that spot. The spot that makes me squirm when the right man finds it. He knows and licks across it. My body shakes. Then I felt his mouth bite down on that spot. Every nerve in my body cuts on and off. His hungry mouth bites and gnaws at my neck. Never breaking the skin. Holding me in place as his massive body goes into overdrive. Powerfucking me against the wall. I feel like a rhino is ramming into me. Time blurs and I don’t know if it has been 5 minutes or 15, but this monster has stamina. His pounding has never stopped.

I’ve never been used like this. I feel his stroke change, and by the 4th stroke, he explodes inside of me. Shot after shot, painting my insides. So much cum. So much I can feel it leaking around his cock and down my legs. He keeps his cock inside me until the absolute last twitch is done. When he pulls it out, I can feel more of it soaking my jeans.

I feel him step back and hear him say, “Turn around, boy.”  My legs are weak and wobbly. I feel like I have just lost a boxing match or been used like a tackling dummy.

He’s looking at me. Fuck he seems even bigger now. A huge fucking shadow in the moonlight.

I can barely see his face, but his eyes shine as he says. “You are not fucking done.” Looking down and then back up, he says. “Clean me up.” I look down, and his cock is still semi-hard and twitching. “You can get on your knees, or I can put you there. Get to work.”

Getting to my knees, I lean forward and take him in my mouth. Just like when he was fucking me against the wall, his hands were soon clamped on the side of my head, and his hips were thrusting his cock deep into my throat. The more I choke, cough, and sputter, the more he likes it. By the time he was done, I was a messy fleshlight. He dumped three more loads down my throat. His big dick was like a firehose. I was so full, weak, and used that I just lay on the ground.

I felt his boot push me over to my back. His huge shadow was standing over me. He puts his boot on my chest, bends down, and shines my phone in my face again. He turns it back around, and I watch as he flicks through it again, stopping a few times.  “You didn’t do lousy tonight, boy. You managed to survive.” Putting real pressure on his boot and my chest, he repeats my home address, work address, and that of my sister. Nothing more, his threat was implicit.  “You better start working out more because next time, tonight will look like foreplay.” Then I watched his massive hand squeeze, and he crushed my phone like it was nothing. It sparked, and smoke started coming out of the cracked sides. I watch him lean back and throw the now burning hunk of glass and metal far further than anyone should be able to. “You need a new phone, puppy.” He says as he walks off into the darkness.  In the next few minutes, I heard a Harley start up and drive away.

Sometime later, I managed to get up and find my way to the parking lot. I smile as I gingerly get in my car, thinking about the cloud backup I have turned on for pictures and video on my phone. I do need a new phone. My dick twitches in anticipation.

[aoinene-ceo]

Vampire AU !!

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੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Akane Aoi 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Aoi was turned sometime around the Meiji period, just before her sixteenth birthday. She came from a rather traditionalist family, which held steadfast to strict gender roles and old-fashioned ideals despite the world changing around them. (I can't give the rest of her backstory away, or else it'd spoil) For reasons unknown as of now, she's stranded in the forest by herself. She's jumpy, afraid, and most of all, hungry. It's difficult to hunt by yourself, after all. She's beginning to regret that decision she made about a hundred years ago. She can't remember the exact number of years at this point.

੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Yashiro Nene 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Nene attends Kamome Academy, an elite boarding school where she has been unable to make any friends her age. She has a sort of complex about being worthy of going there in the first place. Her upperclassman and roommate, Minami, often lets Nene hang out with her and her friend (girlfriend?) Himari, since she wants to inspire Nene to open up and make friends. Nene ends up getting lost in the forest that lies behind the school gates with a broken flashlight and dead phone. All she can do now is hope that the supposed monster that lies at the heart of the forest doesn't consume her.

੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ Aoi Akane 🦢⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Akane is from the meiji period as well, though he rose from the dead in an entirely different way. (I can't say what he is because it would spoil it too, but dw terukane is coming in 1 sec) He's constantly harassed by an exorcist named Teru, who plans to eliminate him. Akane struggles to remember how he died, so he's unable to recall his unfinished business/reason for being resurrected. Teru begrudgingly decides to help him figure out how he died, just so he can get rid of him. No other reason.

Mitsukou is a part of this universe, too !! Kou is still an exorcist who wishes to follow in Teru's footsteps. But, instead, Sousuke is a vampire sired by Tsukasa, who has lost all recollection of his past. Kou isn't quite sure what to do about a vampire ... but he seems harmless, so maybe all he needs is a friend?

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I know I might've been a bit vague, but I actually have some writing drabbles/oneshots. Maybe a series planned for this? So far, I mostly have the aoinene storyline planned out, but if things go well, I'll write the terukane and mitsukou ones as well !! I've just been making a bunch of aus to try and nail the characters down since it's a good way for me to try and define their traits.

Tysm if you read all of this !! (㇏( ^ᵥᵥ^ )ノ)

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[sehodreams]

Hey guys, sorry for not having posted lately, suddenly been busy, I've had this one in my drafts for a long time, it's a bit different from the usual stuff but i still hope you like it.

S: You never expected to be friends with the star of the basketball team, and even less to become whatever you were at that moment, so when the little fantasy you were living on was destroyed by your little star, you couldn't just watch without doing nothing, but first, a taste wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

TW and tags: MDNI, smut, a bit dubcon since Sungchan is kinda drunk (he started), p in v, no condom, oral sex (f and m receiving), squirting, fingering, abs riding, bruises, switch!dumb!popular!Sungchan (mostly sub) x rich!smart!plussize!reader

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Little star

You expected your last year to be just like the others, successful and boring, but you had never imagined you'd talk with him, even less become so close.

You had known him for almost two yeare already, and you had bonded after a couple of casual meetings this year, embarrassing situations that you'd have never liked anyone else to see, but with him it was okay, only he could.

Your parents were obsessed with your grades, and his with his performance on basketball, both of you knew what was like to be pressured to be the best, and before you knew it, you started to depend on each other to get all the things you wanted to let out without being judged.

A call before bed everyday, messages every hour, and that little peck on the lips after you did his homework.

Yeah, you did his homework, you heard how bad he was doing in school and how he'd get kicked out of the club if he didn't do better, so you offered your help without hesitation, and now, every time you gave him his homework perfectly done, he'd thank you with a soft kiss, a peck on the lips that would usually mean nothing for others, but for you it was special, innocent, new, like a taste of youth you never had before.

Everything was perfect, you didn't mind that your friendship or whatever you had with him was a secret, you understood none of you could risk to be seen with each other, even more you, since you had an image to protect and all the teachers trusted you to be a good kid, so if your parents ever heard about you having a male friend, they would kill you, as simply as that.

Your parents had you when they were in highschool, and even if they were fairly successful now thanks to your mother and her family, they didn't want you to follow their steps, they wanted you to be the best, even if that meant you had no friends and no childhood at all.

That used to feel suffocating, making you wish you could run away, but since you both became closer, life became easier, more tasteful, and everything was just better, almost perfect, amazing, an utterly flawless.

Well, until he ruined it.

How could he betray you like that? You heard it from others, how he was going out with that pretty trainer, small, skinny, with perfect skin and hair, disgustingly gorgeous. You tried to not believe it at first, thinking that it was just another rumor, it was common for him to be involved in such things because he was the school star, not only your beautiful, tall, and kind star, but everyone's, so there were many times people spread rumors about him to get entertained. But, to your disgrace, it was true, you ended seeing it with your own eyes, just there believing it, and suddenly the perfect world you were living on was destroyed.

How could he play with you like that? He got everything he needed from you, your intelligence, your time, your kisses, and then tossed you aside, all for nothing.

So, it was only fair that you took something from him too, right?

Of course, like in everything in your life, you'd make a plan. After thinking what could you do to hurt him like he did to you, you decided only one thing would be enough, eye for an eye, betrayal for a betrayal.

First, you had to make her break up with him, it was only natural. She did it without hesitation, you only needed a couple pictures and then she was on her knees begging. You didn't have anything against her, so you let her go.

However, if she was collateral damage, that was none of your business.

Then, you'd get a taste of him before you broke him, you admitted he was cute, so a taste wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You had to attract him, make him addicted to you, so you used your best tool, your knowledge, and used his dependency on you to get him to be alone together.

"Sorry, been busy with exams, do you mind helping with your project?" You texted him after you saw his three missed calls, desperated to know what you were doing instead of his work.

"What? The deadline is in two days and you just tell me now?" He answered. What a piece of shit, you thought. Had he always been like this?

"Sorry, I had too much on my plate, my parents won't be here tomorrow, we can finish it in my house" you said, trying your best to not tell him to fuck off.

"Okay" He accepted because he had no option, he had to get a good grade or his position in the team would be in danger, so the next day he was in front of your door, with his pretty face showing a frown.

You opened the door and his eyes instantly started to inspect the place, you had never said how well your parents did, so he felt a bit ashamed to appear there with his cheap shoes and his old uniform.

You never cared about him being in a situation different than yous, he was still your little star, high and untouchable, until he decided to break the dream apart and you started to notice how pathetic he truly was.

Still cute enough though.

It seemed you were just like your mother, both smart women falling for pathetic man.

You made him follow you to the kitchen, there you had a table big enough to work together without problem. He sat on one side and you gave him a sheet of the things you needed from him. After a couple hours you finished the project and you realized two things: you really did a lot for him doing his homework, and he was an idiot that wouldn't get far unless he kept playing basketball.

"Would you like to eat something before you go home?" You offered with a sweet smile. He nodded eagerly, the boy was almost always hungry and you knew that, so you had asked the lady that came every morning to make his favorite dish, you just had to heat it on the pan and take all the credit.

"Sorry, I usually just cook for me so I don't know if it'll be of your liking" you said and brought him his plate, he stopped looking at his phone and only nodded, not even smiling back. "I'll go change, you can start without me" He didn't care, he continued watching his phone and you ran to your room to change your clothes for something more appealing.

You knew you weren't like his ex, you were rather bigger, with a soft tummy and voluptuous attributes, but you couldn't doubt your charm, even if the boys in your classroom said stupid shit about you sometimes, you knew how they looked at you, how they looked at your chest, or how when you walked past them and bended to pick something their eyes wouldn't leave you alone.

You decided to wear a simple tank top and flowy pants, you didn't want him to notice your advances so early to then run away before you got anything from him.

You walked down to the kitchen and sat in front of the cabinet your dad had there, full of liquors not even you had tried. He could easily watch them all, and when you caught him looking at your exposed cleavage, he looked behind you, ''your dad must like to drink'' he said, trying to distract you.

''Yeah you could say so'' you answered trying to brush it off, he's a fucking alcoholic, ''I haven't tried them, but most of them are open, would you like to have a glass?" you offered with a smile. He had never seen the bottles that appeared there, he almost never drank because it was too expensive for him and his allowance, and his dad only had cheap beer every now and then, so he had no knowledge on it, like most things, but he knew one thing, that just from the look of it, it'd be worth trying, where else would he taste a blue label or any of those bottles? He was already thinking how could he show it of to his friends later, so he accepted with a nonchalant look, as if he didn't care, and he looked lame, but you decided to pretend his cool act didn't give you an irk and poured him a glass.

One glass quickly became two, and two, three.

Before you noticed he was already red to the ears and was telling you everything that had happened days ago, how the coach was behind him all the time, telling him to get better grades or no club would scout him if he didn't graduate, and how his parents were giving him a hard time telling him to train even more to get offers or at least a scholarship.

Clearly hiding the fact that he had a girlfriend, because even drunk, he was still a son of a bitch.

You, with a hand on your chin, complety bored of his rambling, only nodded to everything that came out of his mouth and pour him more drinks.

"They don't know how hard you work Sungchan, at least not like me" you put your hand over his and gave him the most sympathetic look you could do. He, exhausted, brushed his hair with his free hand and did a strangled sound, as if he was about to cry.

"I'm tired of everyone, I'm tired of school, I'm tired of basketball, i can't even have a normal life without everyone calling me out for it" he almost teared up. His face was flushed, his lips were quivering and his eyes looked directly to yours. You were sitting besides him so you caressed his cheek, smoothly. Your faces were almost touching each other's and he closed his eyes, breathing in the aroma of your perfume and the smell of the liquor lingering around.

He talked again, letting everything out, "These days my parents have been fighting even more than normal too, I can't even take a break in my own home''

You got closer to him, looking preoccupied, "what are they fighting for?" You asked curious.

"Stupid things, you know, how will I pay college tuition if I don't get scouted, how expensive equipment is, and how they're still paying the loan they got for the private instructor" he said, not looking to your eyes. He knew you wouldn't relate to his problems, the shoes that were in your entrance were already more expensive than his whole outfit, and after that he couldn't help but notice little by little the differences between you both, your house, your phone, even the little earings you wore.

"Ow Sungchan, you can take it easy when you're with me, I'll take care of everything" You smiled next to him, you felt the air change, desire floatting, and you wanted a kiss, anything. Your pussy started to get wet even without being touched, a pain settling in your lower abdomen, as if your body knew what was about to happen,but you didn't want to be the one starting it, he had to, for the little pride you had left. His eyes were closed, trying to think the situation you both were in, feeling hot too, but not finding enough reason to start moving to you, "and if you need anything, I can just buy it for you, my little star" you finished, and that was everything you had to say.

He doesn't know when, but when he opened his eyes he was already grabing the back of your neck, moving you even closer to him, "really?" He asked over your lips, and when you nodded with a smile, he kissed you, believing the purity of your offer. The kiss had a need you couldn't take, his mouth was locked on yours and he mantained you there, still, to kiss you as much as he wanted. His lips were bitter, like the drink he had been drinking, and yours had a mild sweet flavor because of your lip balm, making a delicious combination for him.

His tongue didn't took to much time to appear and he gave you a kiss you could've never imagined, wet, deep, trusting his tongue into your mouth like a man trying to find gold, making you moan into it, so different from the old pecks on the lips he used to gave you.

"Wait-" you couldn't breath and tried to push him away, even if you wanted, you had no experience so it was too much for you to take.

"Please" he begged to the air. You looked at his frowned eyebrows and his teary eyes, how could you say no to that pretty face? Your little star, you knew how much he needed you in that moment just from the way his lips tried to find you again and again.

He, on the other hand, didn't know what was happening to him. Maybe he thought you looked good because he had been dumped not long ago and he and his high sex drive were suffering, or because you offered to take care of him, which no one had done before, or, maybe, because of how drunk he was, option that he preferred over the others to save his ego, but what mattered was that he thought you looked nice in that moment, and he wanted to kiss you again, so he did, grabbing you with force to get closer, and you, as much as you didn't mean to, accepted equally eagerly his kiss.

You had to do something, he was the one making all the movements and even if you wanted him to start, you had to control the situation, so you tried to do something you had never before and, when he exhaled over your mouth after almost a minute of not breathing, you pushed your tongue inside his mouth too, and he, like a thirsty dog, showed you his tongue to do anything you wanted, and you, like an instinct, decided to suck it, feeling his arm muscles with your hands, pushing him back a little, just enough to not be crushed by him and his big frame. He, however, stood up, moaning into the wet kiss, and then lift you to make you sit over the table, rutting his hips against you when his cock found your clothed cunt.

"Slow down" you laughed between kisses. "My parents won't come back, we have all night, and I think you deserve to take a break" you whispered and gave him a peck on the cheek.

You weren't kissing his lips, or touching a sensitive place at all, and he still moaned, feeling himself get hotter and hotter, with a boner hurting inside his pants.

"Let me take care of you" you repeated and pushed him back to what used to be your seat. He, sitting, felt your weight over him and put his hands on your thick thighs, molding them with too much force, slightly hurting you, but sure you'd like marks to remember that night the next day, so you didn't complain.

You pressed your cunt against him, feeling the border of his cock, thick and long. No doubt the pretty girl hadn't dumped this asshole earlier, you thought, such a good toy.

You moved your hips, deliciously pressing against him, feeling your panties get more and more wet. He wanted to touch you more and was pressing his fingers as if with more strength they would surpass the fabric of your pants, leaving mark after mark, too drunk to control himself.

You moved his hands up your waist, touching your skin directly under your tank top, and he, after finding the border of your pants, inserted his hands under your panties, feeling your ass with his big palms. He whimpered into the kiss when he felt the softness of your skin directly, needing more.

You stopped the make out session and saw him better. He was so gorgeous, that ruffled hair and those pink lips trying to keep kissing you, his eyes wet and the drunk look he had were perfect, but not as much as what you knew he had under that old uniform. You opened his shirt button by button, caressing the showing gold skin of his chest, so pure and tender, with those little brown buds, and then, when you opened it completely, you admired his abdomen that showed how much he worked out every day. Not after much pondering, you decided you needed to cum over it.

You kissed him and he easily moved your body with his hands over your ass, making you rock against him, fucking you with your clothes on. A little whimp left your lips and his cock twitched inside his pants, almost cumming.

He was about to cum, but you couldn't let him do it there, not just like that, so you moved out of his grip, and his hands, not wanting to, let your flesh go.

"Knew you'd be good, always making me proud, my little star" you ran your fingers through his hair and he smiled at you, showing you those cute teeth, happy of being praised. "Should we go to my room?" You asked breathlessly. His eyes admired your messy hair and the way your heavy chest was moving, in and out, making his mouth water for a taste. He nodded, too drunk with your body, he'd follow you wherever you wanted.

You grabbed his hand and made him follow you, a big puppy behind you needing comfort from his owner.

Your room was nice too, a queen bed with white bedsheets, it was clean, neat, like a room he'd see in a magazine.

His room was a mess, clothes all around and snack packages he forgets to toss out. His parents were always at work and couldn't help him tidy up, and they hadn't taught him neither, so he appreciated your room, thinking that, maybe, he wouldn't mind spending more time there with you the coming days.

You made him sit on your bed and stood in front of him. "Can you... Can you take off yours too?" He asked doubting, fingers sneaking under your tank top, he didn't want to bother you, but he really wanted to see more of you. So cute.

He thought you were neither pretty or skinny, you always wore the uniform in a lame way, skirt down the knee and blouse properly closed even in summer. Also, you didn't wear much make up or styled your hair, so you had nothing special, but something he had admitted, and all of his friends, was that you had a good pair of tits.

When you walked in, it was the first thing everyone saw, full, big, voluptuous, perfect for a good fuck. So, like all the boys he knew, he wanted to see them too.

You saw how determined he was, his eyes were focused on your chest and he gave you a look that screamed please, begging with his eyes. He hadn't been good enough, still, you decided to fulfill his wish and took it off.

Just seeing you in your bra made him lose his mind. They were spilling over the underwear, so full and smooth his mouth started to salivate. He gulped when you took your bra off too, scanning your chest and the perk of your nipples, brown and beautiful.

"What do you want to do?" You asked him, showing yourself to him. You should be embarrassed, you thought. You knew your body wasn't perfect, you had enormous tits and a soft tummy, little rolls on your back and your waist wasn't anything out of the world, but he was eating you with his eyes, as if he had never seen something as beautiful before, and you had no shame left at all.

"I-I don't know" he said after a second, the alcohol and the temperature of his body were making his mind foggy and he couldn't think anymore.

You got on your knees and opened his belt. He observed you, mesmerized.

"You've been so good, doing your homework today and always giving your best at training, you deserve a prize, don't you think so?" You asked him while pulling down his zipper. He nodded frantically.

You knew he had done no shit to deserve it, but you wanted to do it, more for you than for him.

When his cock jumped in front of your face you got honestly surprised, it was bigger than what you had expected, and it had a pretty brownish pink color on the tip.

You gave a little peck to the tip and he squirmed, sensitive after all the teasing. You smirked and then engulfed it, touching your throat. You quickly pulled out, it was so big it choked you, and you had never given a blowjob before, so you didn't know what to expect when you did it.

My big boy, you thought, and continued with your little work. You sucked as much as you could, making sure your tongue did a good work, properly at least, touching the little veins he had around his length.

His hand went to your hair and pushed your head down, choking you again. You knew you couldn't do much to control him, he was drunk and too strong for his own good, so you let him use you for a short time, feeling your juices pour out of you. You'd have definitely let him use you as much as he wanted if he hadn't hurt you before with his betrayal. When that memory came to your mind again you slapped his thigh so he could let you free, bothered again with the thought.

He, after much fighting, moved his hand away and looked at you with teary eyes again.

"What's wrong?" He cried.

"I didn't tell you you could do that" you stood up in front of him, he lifted his gaze at you and with both hands grabbed yours.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" tears fell down his eyes, begging for forgiveness, dick hurting him to a point he couldn't endure anymore.

You pushed him to his back, and he, with help of his elbows, held himself up to watch what you were about to do. You, standing, got rid of your pants and your underwear, getting completely naked while he saw you from his point of view, waiting for you and admiring the skin that you showed him.

You crawled over him and sat over his abdomen, pulsating against his naked skin. He held your hips and helped you move over him, looking head fall because of the feeling. His skin was getting wet your fluids and the tip of his dick was touching your ass, making his head dizzy with the sensation.

He wanted to move you closer to it, to help him finally cum, but you didn't let him, you were the one in control there, it was your room, your kingdom, and you were tired of letting him get his way with everything.

"Please, I want to feel you too" he begged. Even his chest was red from the drinks he had before and his eyes still had tears forming, making you smile, proud of the image under you.

"After I cum I'll help you, I promise" you said and then moaned when his thumb moved under your pussy to press your clit.

"Promise?" He said without air, in despair with the way the plump lips of your chubby pussy were making a mess over him. It was new for him, only having fucked skinny girls, but he didn't dislike it, it was different, more welcoming and soft, and he thought it would feel really good when he fucked your hole.

"When have I lied to you?" You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, caressing his cheek. He nodded, you had never lied to him, at least not that he knew about, you thought.

He helped you move harder against his abdomen with one hand over your hip, and enjoying the softness of one of your boobs with the other. He watched you get off with his body, moaning with the satisfaction of his skin against your clit and the tip of cock touching you every time your ass clasped with it.

You were about to cum and he wanted to feel you completely when you crumbled, so, sitting and making you slide to his lap, he kissed you again. His hand started to cares your pussy, playing with your clit using his thumb, and then, when you least expected it, he pushed the same thumb to feel your insides, which gladly recieved them.

You moaned loudly, free, no one would hear you both in that house, alone, with the neighbors too far away to know what was happening inside, it would be your little secret.

He, biting his lip to not cum with the pressure of your tummy and your chubby pussy over his leaking dick, inserted two fingers, so long they made you drop you head and cry, and he, needing to feel you even more, started to kiss your neck, leaving little red spots along.

"Fuck fuck" you cried. His fingers were fast, fucking your insides so good you couldn't hide your voice, pushing you to the rim.

You came no long after, you recognized he had a talent with his hands, maybe after all that basketball training he had gained a useful skill.

Or maybe from all the times he had betrayed you with other girls.

Your mood was ruined again after thinking that. He, however, wanted to keep fingering you so you could make more of a mess over his lap. Sure you had another orgasm for him, but you, getting away from his touch, didn't let him.

"What-What happened?" He asked, sitting and waiting for you to get over him with your addictive pussy again.

"Again, doing whatever you want, can't you follow a single order?" you asked, obviously disappointed. He started to really cry, surprising you. You liked it so much you almost couldn't hide your smile, and then, when he looked up to you, you saw his cock twitch, leaking, with a furious red color on the tip instead of the pink you saw before.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I swear" he replied, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ah fuck, he had a way to make you weak, because he looked pretty most of the time, but when he cried, he was beautiful. His hand tried to touch you and you took a step back.

"Prove it" you said with your head up. The tall boy looked so small from your view. He hadn't doubt to get on his knees on the hard cold floor, fist over his thighs, to prove his devotion to you.

"I'm sorry, please, let me touch you" he begged again, you walked to him, forgiving all his past mistakes for a minute, just tonight, you repeated on your mind when he pressed his cheek against your thigh, giving it a soft kiss before lifting his eyes back to you. They were shining, reflecting your face, and you thought, yes, he deserved to touch you.

You didn't have to say much, you just grabbed his hair on your fists, like he had done to you before when you were sucking his cock, and pushed his face to your cunt. He didn't even try to hide his need, breathing your aroma and licking your clit without doubt. He couldn't breath, all your body suffocating him, nose touching your pubes and tongue working on you with force.

You were too sensitive from your past orgasm, and you were about to cum again with the way he was making out with your pussy, drinking all your juices and looking up to you with those glazing eyes, silently asking for you to cum on his face.

You did, not much later, a stream came out of you over his mouth, dripping to his chin and then his chest, and he drank it all like the liquor you poured for him before. Your legs trembled and you were about to fall, but your strong boy got you with ease and, trying to be careful, helped you lie on your bed, however, since his mind was busy thinking how much his dick hurt, he pushed you with more force than what he wanted.

Still, he noticed how pretty you looked there, you had soft but elegant features, and he liked how you looked as if you belonged in that place, in that house out of a movie, in that room out of a magazine, with your long wavy hair all over your bed, and those cute and chubby fingers holding his forearms. His hands were on each side of your head, and he noticed how your bedsheets had light pink details, so expensive looking he wouldn't even know what store you bought it from, and he felt like, there with you, he belonged in your world too, which boosted something inside him, making him even more horny and needy for your approval.

His cock was touching your naked pussy and he pushed it against it. "Can I- please can I put it in?" He pumped his dick and, before you could say anything, slapped the tip to your clit. "Please, please, please" he repeated, head on your neck, whispers to your ear.

You grabbed his dick, hand moving between your bodies, and without saying anything, you pushed the thick tip into your hole, wet and ready for him.

You didn't want to be so weak, but it felt so, so good. You closed your eyes and moaned when his hips, in a single thrust, fucked your insides, opening you like nothing had ever before.

His movements were erratic, hips moving on its own, eyes rolling and body all over yours.

Your nails scratched his back with your cries, you were so full your mind couldn't thing of anything else than your next orgasm.

"Yes, yes, fuck, so good" you screamed, and he, between groans and cries, gave you an open mouthed kiss, touching your tongue with his and muffing his moans when he almost came inside you.

He had never felt sex like that before, he didn't know if it was because of the drinks he had, or all the teasing from before, but the way both of you were leaking on each other made his head hazy, just feeling, no thought inside his head except I wanna cum.

So this is mind-blowing sex? He thought, rutting into your pussy.

Before you could say anything he put both hands on your waist, pushing you to the mattress and, after settling to watch your pussy engulf his cock, he watched how your pretty pink lips held him, dick disappearing with every thrust.

His hands were too rough, hurting your soft waist, you felt his fingers put so much pressure they felt like big needles trying to perforate you, "Sungchan- it" when you tried to tell him how it hurt, he was already drilling you to the bed. Hips punching you with uncontrollable force, making you break apart under him.

He must have noticed what you tried to say because while fucking you he kept apologizing, "Sorry, so good, I'm sorry", but he never stopped.

He didn't know what would he do after, too obsessed with the flesh of your pussy, no one had taken him like you did, completely accepting him inside and calling for him to not stop, most girls couldn't take him like you did, never getting to the end of his cock, but you, you easily did it, tight and perfect around him.

You felt his pelvic bone punch your clit with every thrust, making you squirm under him, biting your lip and crying of how delicious it felt.

"Cumming-" you cried hard, and he, proud of himself for making you cum again, kept fucking your insides, stimulating you even more, so much that, when you were having your orgasm, you made a mess over his dick again.

Then, while you were still cumming, he covered you with his whole body, your tits against his chest, and you knew he was about to cum when his mouth tried to find yours for a kiss, but his eyes closed with force before he could, cock getting bigger inside you, and before he could kiss you like he wanted, he moaned over your lips, hips stopping every movement, pouring everything he had inside you.

You wanted to get angry at him for cumming inside, but he looked so cute over you, with lost eyes, red lips and his sweaty face, so pretty you couldn't say anything and only caressed his hair. He, so satisfied he couldn't talk, gave you the kiss he needed when he was about to cum, breathing you in, to then lie down over your chest, where, like a baby, he licked your nipple to calm himself until he felt asleep.

You smiled, he was so precious you didn't want to share him, your little star, but you couldn't fool yourself anymore, he had another owner not long ago, and only came to you to get what he needed, so he had to learn his lesson.

On your head you were going through the next step of your plan. Tomorrow morning you both would go to school, and you, as innocent as you were, would lose his project by accident.

Your beautiful, lovable and cheating star was about to fall.

[bear-hood-blyndeff]

"Um... Hello? Hellooooooo? Is anybody here?"

"Oh, hi! My name is Molly. I've been on Tumblr for a while but I've never actually shown myself, so... here I am! I'm supposed to be here for business reasons, but you know, Boss made me realize I should rebel a little more! Ask me questions about the family business if you like, my life, sleeping habits... I need to fix that. But, yeah! I hope you guys have fun!"

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Molly is here!!!! She will bring you good luck and bear facts.

"Canon? Like a toy canon? I mean, we have a Bullet Bill..." This contains headcanons, so I mostly won't stick to the og Epithet Erased plot

NOT AFFILIATED WITH JELLOAPOCALYPSE OR ANYONE FROM THE EE TEAM

Main timeline for the blog is a few years after canon (everyone is like 3 or 4 years older ig). There's no Prison of Plastic where I came from

Mod is a minor!!!!! Also MOLLY IS TWELVE (in canon) GUYS

Keep your kinks to yourself for the love of god

Mod goes by any/all (mostly he/him)

May rp, but ask first. Most likely it will be a no, though.

Please don't ship Molly w/ anybody you can mention other ships but don't ship her please

I have only watched the show, haven't read the books so I only know about the YouTube series.

Reiterating nothing sexual directed at mod, nothing sexual at the character, and no slurs. I will delete any and all asks like this

I am usually busy with school from 7am to 3pm EST, so wait until around then to see an answer if you send a message

Mod's main is @eteledhasanaxe

This blog is made for answering questions and is supposedly similarly structured to ones by @/Leagallyfine (they do Ace Attorney blogs and are really cool, go follow them!)

Enjoy the bear girl's company!

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hullo friend, do you have any wolfstar fanfic recommendations for remus going through the lunar cycle? something like hurt/comfort but not only, just him dealing with all the things that come from being a wolfy

oh boy do I ever! I'm wiggeling in my seat because of this question

(disclaimer, I've been kinda busy the last few weeks so I might come back to this ask later with some more recs lol)

The 39 Steps by gilbertsdoor

Remus hated having to lie, but he could see no other way around it. Closing in on Sirius, he gripped him by the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up towards his throat. ‘Alright then. You’re alone in the muggle countryside, wandless, in the dark. You’re manacled to an evil, murderous werewolf, a known killer who doesn’t hold an ounce of pity for your pathetic human life. If that’s what you would rather believe, then by all means,’ he hissed, ‘be my guest.’

One minute Remus is between jobs, isolated, and thoroughly disenfranchised with life, the next he is on the run for murder, being a werewolf-at-large, and for knowing far, far too much.

One minute Sirius Black is a bored auror in training, the next he is caught up with Remus in a mess of secrets and dark magic.

Their lives intertwine, but how long can they keep running from the Death Eaters, and how long can they keep running from themselves?

Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf by thewholeofthemoon I live and breathe for this series!) it's very much focused on lycanthropy especially the latest work wich is still a wip but so so so good!

Scent of the Moon by Quietlemonhush this is a little different but very much lycanthropy focused even if it's not always the source of the hurt

Not content to only disown the wayward heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Walburga calls in back up. Bellatrix has all those new friends with their good ideals and their sharp, sharp teeth.

Sirius Black returns to Hogwarts with a bite in his side and a fever he can't shake.

they also have some more smutty wolfstar fics wich feature the lunar cycle if that's more what you are looking for

Dunes and Waters by MarigoldWritesThings ( @marigold-hills ) this is probably the fic most focused on lunar cycles and just the magic theory behind lycanthropy and I also just can't reccomend it enough

Remus is sensitive to changing tides, a part of the moon always with him, and Black is like the sea. He can smell it on him, the way his magic builds up and crackles about the fingertips.

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A werewolf, a convict, and a riddle.

The W in Weasley stands for Werewolf by gonzoclock this one is mostly here for fun werewolf lore I'm not gonna lie

When a werewolf comes out of nowhere and attacks nineteen-year old Arthur Weasley, he thinks his life is over before it's even really begun. He's wrong, of course, and now all of forty years later the Weasley family is thriving, happy, and healthy- and every one of them is a werewolf.

Things are going really well for eleven-year old Ron... except for the part where he has to get through school without anyone finding out his family's secret while simultaneously keeping his new brother alive. Easy-peasy. Right?

(Pay no mind to the one-eyed beast that seems to be lurking in the shadows- it's almost certainly nothing to worry about.)

Features the entire Weasley family adopting Harry Potter practically the second they lay eyes on him (or before that, even); Ron Weasley finding himself being altogether far too nice too slimy gits who don't deserve it; Percy Weasley doing his best; Harry deciding that being enemies with this Malfoy kid is too much work actually; Hermione Granger being as smart and ruthless as ever; Severus Snape who did not, and I repeat, did NOT sign up for ANY of this; and much, much more

By Moonlight by Eiiri this one, as well is mostly here for the werewolf angst, not nessecarily between wolfstar

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.

but definitely check out these authors! <3

sorry for bad grammar it's late

[aardelea]

The Unexpected Closeness

I've been in a romantic mood lately, so here's a sweet and slightly humorous story that came from my daydreams.

It’s about MC (Aya) and Ritsu trying to figure out what they really want—and maybe realizing it’s been right in front of them all along.

I had a blast writing this, and I hope it brings a smile to your face! :)

Ritsu had always enjoyed working for clients. Always being attentive, paying attention to every detail, and considering new perspectives stimulated his brain and, at the same time, provided a form of relaxation. Knowing that he could always find a solution, no matter what obstacles lay in his way, made life much easier. The comforting blanket of self-confidence enveloped him in all situations, leaving no room for doubt. Or so he thought.

It's been over two months since you first met in Sinostra. In that time, Ritsu had found a highly capable business partner. You might have needed a bit of polishing here and there, and in his eyes, you naturally couldn’t quite keep up with his sharp mind yet, but overall, working with you was more than successful.

You met nearly every evening at the diner to share your latest insights. You went through old files, looked for clues about a possible cure for your curse, discussed ways to finally free Sinostra from its misery, and always drank your more-or-less tolerable coffee, which Ritsu treated you to with far too much tip.

The days always went the same, until about two weeks ago when, for the first time after work, Ritsu asked if you might want to stay a bit longer at the diner. You mostly continued talking about work, but gradually, Ritsu started revealing more about his personal life—his family, his past, and his desires.

This was a side of him you had long wanted to see, and with all the focus on work, you had begun to wonder if it even existed.

One evening, Ritsu was already sitting in the diner, waiting with two cups of coffee for you to arrive. He tapped impatiently on the table. You weren’t late, but something had changed in Ritsu. He was nervous.

Some time ago, he had realized something wasn’t right with him. He started to enjoy your company more and more. At first, it was similar to how it had been before he fully focused on his training to become a lawyer, long before arriving in Darkwick, when he still had people around him he called friends, and with whom he liked to spend time before his focus shifted, and he allowed no distractions from his studies.

But since you were now contributing significantly to his success, it might not hurt to indulge in that old longing for friendly warmth again, right?

To his dismay, though, he quickly realized that you might be a greater distraction than he was comfortable with. Even after you went your separate ways at the end of the evening, you were all he could think about. Your voice, your loving smile, and the slightly awkward way you always tried to stop him from leaving such big tips at the diner. Once, you grabbed his wrist as he was about to pull out another large bill and gently placed your other hand on his shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but he looked at you, confused, feeling goosebumps spreading across his arm where your skin touched his. Before you could notice, he quickly pulled his arm away, startled, and still tipped the cashier generously. Good service deserves recognition, doesn’t it?

Remembering this, Ritsu rubbed his wrist and felt his heart rate quicken. It was probably just the fact that he hadn’t been close to anyone in a long time that was throwing him off. That had to be it.

When he heard the diner's bell chime as you entered, his gaze immediately turned to you. He scanned you from your neatly styled hair to your carefully maintained school uniform with its cute pleated skirt, down to your long, slender legs as you moved gracefully around the corner, looking for your cherished partner. Your previously neutral expression gave way to a genuine, cheerful smile when you saw him in your usual spot, and you walked over to join him.

Ritsu held your gaze as you sat down and excitedly told him about an idea that came to you during class today to make mission selection more efficient. He seemed a bit distant, scrutinizing you closely. Though his cheeks were slightly flushed, his expression was unusually serious.

This time, you were the one who asked if he wanted to stay at the diner longer after work, and Ritsu agreed with a smile. He had to know. He had to find out if what he feared was real or if he was just being overwhelmed by memories of the past.

He asked you about everything—your hobbies, favorite music, your family, even your happiest memories. He was trying to find a flaw in you that would immediately put him off, freeing him from the spell of your enchanting eyes. But he found none.

Although it was a refreshing change to talk about such things, you were more than puzzled by Ritsu’s behavior and wondered if he was secretly gathering information to use against you one day if you happened to disagree with him—something that had been happening all too often lately, in his opinion. But the fact that he didn’t turn on his recorder seemed to go against that theory. Was he simply trying to create a safe atmosphere to make you feel more comfortable?

At the end of the evening, as you stood outside ready to say goodbye, Ritsu suddenly asked if he could hug you. A little confused and inwardly more than delighted, you agreed. His embrace felt a bit stiff, and you wondered what exactly he was trying to achieve as the moment passed.

He brought his hand to his chin thoughtfully and stared into space for a moment before saying goodbye and leaving you to your own thoughts.

When he got home to his bedroom, he carelessly threw his briefcase aside and collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. His pulse was still far too fast.

You were such a good business partner. Why did you, of all people, now have to become an unnecessary distraction? The thought of you clouded his mind so much that today, he even forgot to record your conversation. A distraction he simply couldn’t afford or want. This had to be stopped.

You stayed awake for a long time, lost in thought about Ritsu’s odd behavior at the diner. You had all but given up hope that he would ever open up to you enough for you to become more than just business partners. But tonight had reignited your hopes—until your phone buzzed, pulling you from your daydreams.

A message from Ritsu informed you that he didn’t want to see you for a while to better focus on his studies. He didn’t even ask you to confirm your identity.

“I’m confident you will continue to advance our plans with flying colors, even without our regular meetings,” you read aloud as tears welled up in your eyes. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something inappropriate? Did you go too far the other day when you tried to stop him from leaving a tip large enough to feed a family of four for a week? Was his hug at the end his way of saying goodbye?

Although the world no longer made sense to you, you responded with a simple, “Of course. I’ll do my best. Good luck with your studies!” After all, if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that there was no point in arguing with Ritsu Shinjo once he had made a decision.

A whole week passed in which Ritsu kept hoping that he could finally banish you from his thoughts and focus on his work. However, he found that day by day, it only got worse, and a longing took hold of him, one he had never felt before in his life. The fact that he began convincing himself after your last message that you wouldn’t be interested in him anyway didn’t make the situation any better. He often watched you secretly when you walked across the campus with your friends or fetched food from Sho's. He couldn’t help but notice that you no longer radiated the way you used to.

Time and again, he told himself that this desire to be with you would surely fade away eventually, given enough time. And so, another week passed without you hearing anything from your esteemed former business partner.

However, you quickly learned how to make use of your newly gained free time, and soon found yourself under the wing of Tohma, who now employed you for Frostheim’s affairs. Reluctantly, you took on the tasks assigned to you and behaved particularly cautiously in Tohma’s presence, afraid of scaring him away like you had Ritsu.

Today, you met Tohma on the school grounds and stopped to receive your next instructions. It was a sight that would drive Ritsu mad today. Suddenly, your phone vibrated, abruptly interrupting your conversation. Afraid that you might miss a call from Jin, you bid Tohma farewell and reached for your phone. When you saw Ritsu's name on the display, you were more than surprised.

“This is Ritsu Shinjo. Is Aya on the line?”

“Yes, this is Aya. I’m surprised to hear from you. What can I do for you?” you asked in a tone that was obviously offended, one you couldn’t suppress.

“Meet me at 3 PM behind the diner.”

“Wait, behind the diner? But there’s only bushes there?” The beeping on the other end of the line told you that your counterpart had already hung up. What could he possibly want from you in such a place?

Punctually at 3 PM, you appeared in front of the diner and first peered through the windows to see if you had perhaps misunderstood and you were actually supposed to meet inside. When you saw that the diner was empty, you sighed inwardly and searched for a way through the thicket growing along the diner. And indeed, behind the building, in the shadow of the trees and bushes, you saw Ritsu standing with his arms crossed. His expression was serious, but you could clearly see a hint of desperation in his eyes.

“Why are you working with Frostheim now? I had a feeling that Tohma would try to take you under his wing sooner or later, but I didn’t think you’d give in so quickly.”

“You’re forgetting the facts, Ritsu,” you began, as you continued walking towards him until you were standing directly in front of him. “First, as an inspector, I’m obligated to be neutral. That’s why I help any house that asks for my assistance. Second, Tohma does respect me, so I’d rather say we work together as equals than that he’s ‘taking me under his wing.’ And what business is it of yours anyway?” The last words came out more emotionally than you had intended.

“Please forgive me, that’s not how I meant it. The truth is, I just… I want you back as my business partner. Tell Tohma you don’t have time for his pointless games.”

“I’m definitely not going to do that! Just because you’re afraid for your laurels doesn’t mean… huh?”

Ritsu suddenly grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer to him.

“It’s not just about the laurels, Aya. It’s about you. I want you with me, not with him.” Direct as always.

You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as your face turned red.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me and I cried my heart out, and now you have the nerve to get jealous?!”

“You cried because of me…?” His grip on your arm loosened as he looked down at the ground, embarrassed, his own face turning red.

“Why should I listen to your request now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Even though he tried to sound as confident as usual, you couldn’t miss the fact that he was struggling to maintain that tone.

“Because, based on my observations, I’ve come to the conclusion that you must feel the same way I do.”

“Of course, I feel the same way as you. I enjoyed working with you! But what does that have to do with my question, and why are we even out here?”

“So I can demonstrate it to you without any interruptions. May I?” He looked deep into your eyes, his hand still on your arm. You nodded, a little hesitantly.

Without wasting a moment, he pulled you even closer to him, leaned down slightly until you were eye to eye, and stroked your cheek with his other hand. Your excitement was surely visible in your expression, but you let it happen as Ritsu’s face came closer and closer to yours until your lips met. His hand moved to your neck, holding it to draw you even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned further into the kiss, savoring his gentle bite on your lower lip.

You smiled at him as you both pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. While you waited for a reaction from him, you didn’t notice how his hand moved to your wrist and enclosed it with his fingers.

“Yes, my conclusion must be correct. Your heart is definitely beating faster than it would for anyone else.”

You looked down at your wrist, realizing only now that he had been feeling your pulse. A resigned sigh escaped you.

“I’ll call Tohma already…”

[haechanhues]

last minute of golden hour; yours | chapter three

pairing : first love! haechan x fem!reader

genre : small coastal town romance. first love. fluff. pining. suggestive. angst.

warnings : short and more of a filler chapter. haechan does make a little appearance but this chapter is more of an insight in their family dynamic.

summary : is first love meant to be the way it is for the town's golden boy and everybody's baby angel?

word count : 1.3k

taglist : @nshitae

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previous chapter : chapter two

It was a brand new day, and it had already started with sunrise. Your Mum, specifically. It was her annual, once in a full moon day off and she was celebrating it the way she always did. Initially, undoubtedly with a good mood. 

This good mood however was mostly at your own expense…

“Mum, stop already!” You plead, trying to squeeze in between her too excited demeanour and hard kitchen bench. 

“Oh c’mon, give me the goss. I've been waiting for a free day for weeks,” She pleads back, twirling in her dressing gown and pyjamas. Granted, she is the happiest she’s been in a few months, sleeping in an extra two hours and making herself breakfast, “I feel like I need gossip to function right now. So make it good.”

“I told you already,” You rolled your eyes, as your Mum bends to fill the dishwasher up with your Dad’s dirty dishes, “He told me to meet up with him, I did and it went alright. A bit awkward and I was nervous but…yeah” 

Your Mum looks from her chore to see you duck your head with a lovestruck little smile that completely overtakes your whole face. 

“More than alright it seems, he has you in googles and googly-ga-gaa over him,” She snorts, “Wanna watch a movie with me? I’m going to be all alone and I want to spend it with my daughter.” 

A part of you wants to groan, because this is when your mother wants to steal all the details over your failed little flirtation with Haechan and the other half realises she’s just offered you a way out of a mock exam….

The same part knows your mother has moments like this where she forgets you’re a school student and if you cared more about attendance like Yunjin you wouldn’t accept any offer she makes. Wouldn’t even consider it. But you’re not Yunjin, because you slid right next to your mother to see what movie she chose with your school uniform still on. 

You figure it’s everything to do with the fact you don’t get to see your parents much. Your mother usually works late nights with her rest to work ratio being completely imbalanced. Coming home with a stiff neck and low tolerance for children and the like. Your father, similarly, is working hard towards a promotion at work that will end in his salary potentially being tripled. You worry that the wind will change and he’ll be stuck with a hunched neck from working business. 

Despite this, they maintain their duties to being your parent. Your Dad often taking you out on weekends or roping you into an evening trip to a takeaway shop more than an hour away to sneak in bonding time. Mum in comparison using her sick days or break opportunities to relax and unwind, you more often than not, by her side.

By the time the sequel to ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’ begins, you leave to change out of your school uniform, opting for a more comfortable fit and sending a quick text to the group chat explaining your absence. 

“Shall I make pancakes?” Your Mum wonders, feeling peckish and with sugar cravings that could make a diabetic faint. You nod, incredibly entranced, “Can I get a thank you?” 

You lock eyes with your mother, smiling with teeth before refocusing on the movie and the awkward yet lovable main character, “Thanks. Love you.” 

Your Mum sighs, whipping the mixture half asleep and buttering the pan. She pulls out her phone to send your Dad evidence of the simplistic yet precious lunch she plates, her creative juices sparking when she brings out all sorts of toppings. She cuts the bananas, fills the little teapot with maple syrup and then halves a lemon. She does it all. 

Feeling less entertained by the movie currently, you watch as your Mum plates up the pancakes, smirking at the way your Mum presents it all on a little lazy susan. Feeling a little mischievous you send your Dad a text with a photo of the two of you and the small picnic in between. 

Your Dad texts almost immediately. 

Betrayal! My lawyers will be hearing about this-

You can hear your Dad’s voice just from reading the text and it makes you snort so loudly your mother almost has a heart attack. 

Just kidding. Really am jealous though. Will be home late today x hope SOMEONE enjoys their day off. 

Hang on

Aren’t you supposed to be at school today? 

Your mouth fills with air as your lips clamp shut at the incriminating question before turning your phone facedown on the bench immediately. 

“Dad says he’s jealous,” You comment, cutting through your first pancake greedily. 

“He should be, I did good,” Your Mum compliments herself, and then she giggles at the way you send her a lowkey judgemental look, “Say if you had to choose between Donghyuck or pancakes what would you pick?” 

You roll your eyes, collecting your plate off the bench before moving towards the paused TV to continue watching the movie. Your mother’s spurts of laughter follow after you. 

“Ha ha,” You deadpan, which sends her into another fit of laughter, a kind she tries to bury only for her cheeks to swell like a balloon as she fails to contain her giggles. 

The whole day is spent like that. With food to share between the two of you. Your bodies flying like feathers as past days evaporate into the sky. Laughter and teasing. More teasing. Teasing about your crush on the golden boy, Lee Donghyuck. Sporting hero. Your town’s pride. The one going places. 

You almost combust when the aforementioned boy appears on your doorstep with a small care package that took him a good hour to orchestrate together, along with your two friends who already suspect that you ditched school for a reason that’s not illness but rather because your Mum was home. 

They don’t have the heart to say anything to him though. Ultimately deciding to encourage him instead. If he has already gone to such lengths, he wouldn’t mind the effort? So they exaggerate. Jeno is sure that they described the symptoms of bubonic plague, but he decides to keep that tidbit of information a secret. 

It’s when you open the door, with a healthy glow and no hives in sight, does he start to feel like an idiot. A godforsaken big idiot. 

“Oh,” He mutters, holding out the bag awkwardly, “I got you a care package… I thought you were sick?” 

Your nose scrunches, and if you weren’t so embarrassed yourself, you wouldn’t have let how cute he is go. 

“I’m not sick,” You deny, tucking your hair behind your ear, “My Mum’s home from work so I’m spending the day with her.” 

“Lucky,” He mutters, “We had a test today.” 

“I know,” You whisper conspiratorially back. Your smile grows as he looks at you with a dumbfounded look. 

“And you didn’t think to invite me? Huh?” He’s joking with you, expression bright and soft. 

“Next time, I promise, I will,” You pout, holding out your hand. He holds out his own hand to loop your pinky finger with his, and from his touch alone your whole body is warm. Be it your own opinion, but you can attest that Haechan is blessed with the sun’s kiss so much that he has never been cold a day in his life. He’s like a furnace. 

He peers down at his phone, reading the time before locking eyes with you again, “I’ve got to go to training now.” 

You don’t want him to go, and by his expression it doesn’t look like he wants to leave either. 

“Hope you’re ‘feeling better’ tomorrow,” He sends his regards with his hands shaped like bunny ears and he smiles when you reward him with your own. 

“Should be.” 

“Cool.” 

Then he’s off and again, you’re completely blown away with him. His smile. His laugh. His warmth. His fucking face. 

“What’s this I hear about test day?” 

Shit. 

next chapter : chapter four

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Good Morning Brindleton Bay Gen 1 pt.58

With all the birthdays past and the house renovation's mostly finished, the family finally got some much needed rest and relaxation that weekend. With Spirit and little cousins Van and Mitchell as long term houseguest the place felt warm and full of life and love.

Spirit (as always) was the first awake. She makes a fresh batch of orange juice before she sits in the living room turning on the weather, when Kason joins her. They chat for a while before Spirit gets up and heads to the kitchen.

Kason: I can take care of breakfast, rest.

Spirit: My dear an old women has few pleasures. Feeding my family is one of them.

She whips up a batch of Belgian waffles. The delectable smell of sweet batter, berries and sugar stirred some of the household occupants awake. Van and Mitchell were first, greeting Spirit before jumping in to help by taking out the trash. Kason joins them, grabbing a mop to cleaning up someone's paint mess.

Kason: Those smells amazing.

Spirit: It's an old family recipe. I used to make them on snow days when Mercury and Beckett were young. Would get them right out of bed, and at the table. Come to think of it, it worked pretty well on Jorden too.

Spirit added the final touches to breakfast before calling the guys to come and eat.

The smell of breakfast too much to deny, M and Aphrodite join the now empty table.

Aphrodite: Good morning mom, morning Nana.

M: Morning mom, Morning sweetie. Is that grannies waffle recipe?

Spirit: The one and only. Come have a seat.

M and Dite dive into their stacks of waffles. M closes her eyes for a moment, remembering mornings with her own grandmother in the kitchen.

M: It's good to have you around mom.

Her voice cracks with emotion.

Spirit: None of that. Finish your breakfast. I want to get the kids dressed and take them to the Farmers Market in town today.

Between a mouth full of waffle M agrees.

M: Sounds like a fun idea doesn't it. Maybe you guys can stop and pick up new backpacks for the kids they start school Monday. With all the parties it kind of fell to the back of my mind.

Spirit: Absolutely! I loved school shopping with you and Beckett.

Aphrodite isn't as quick to jump on the idea.

Aphrodite: But mom, this weekend is the "Giddy up" horse show. I was hoping you would take me.

M: Sweetie we would have needed tickets for that weeks ago. I'm sorry. How about this, next weekend you and I will take a ride to Chestnut Ridge and we'll go horseback riding just you and me. How's that sound?

Aphrodite: Promise?!

M: Promise.

That earned her a smile and a hug.

Aphrodite: Your the best, mom. Nana, thanks for breakfast.

After polishing off the last of her waffles, M wakes Zohreh and brings him down for breakfast. Kason is at her heels.

Kason: Good morning handsome guy. Good morning beautiful.

He pulls her against him in a kiss too hot for a room full of children. They'd been so busy lately it felt like they'd hardly had time to enjoy each other romantically.

M: Mmm, that's the kind of kiss that makes you want to stay in bed.

Kason: I'd like to have you in bed but I've got a meeting this afternoon that I can't miss.

M: On a Saturday?

Kason: I used PTO for both birthday parties, I figured it’s the least I can do for Greg. On the way home I’ll pick you up a scone from the Pumpkin Patch Cafe.

M: Throw in a cinnamon bun and you’re free.

Kason: You drive a hard bargain but I think I can make room for a cinnamon bun and a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

He kisses her again.

M: You spoil me.

Kason: I intend to collect on this sweet deal of yours when I get back.

He whispers close to her ear.

Kason: I intend to have you in our bed all night.

She flushes suddenly in a flirty mood. Her face warms and she looks around to see the room has gotten even more crowded with Ishtar and Venus finally joining everyone downstairs.

Venus: Can I have an extra waffle Nana?

Spirit: Then your brother would have less.

Ishtar: That’s okay Nana, she can have it.

Venus: YES!

Spirit: Sweet Ishtar. That’s a good boy.

Aphrodite: Geez Venus, do you have to be so loud?

Venus: YES! YES! I LOVE WAFFLES!

M smiles at the chaos. Kason grabs a berry from Venus plate

Venus: DAD! Hey, that was my blueberry!

Kason: You got your brother’s waffle you can spare a berry kiddo.

Aphrodite stands off to the side looking slightly bored with the rowdy exchange.

Aphrodite: I'm going to get ready for the market. Can you guys hurry up please.

The rowdy group hurries to finish breakfast and get dressed for the day.

After Kason leaves for his meeting and Spirit and the kids head to the Farmers Market Mercury goes into her office, turns on the computer and opens up the draft for her book.

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