#not saying he can’t come too but it’s like ??;&3&39

[sugugasm]

yesterday was my birthday & i feel bad bc now that it’s the day after i feel like i didn’t celebrate myself genuinely at all. yes i had fun, buuut i was also third wheeling and felt kinda ugly & lonely at times LMFAO. it sounds so stupid but idk . . yall r my divas. maybe it’ll resonate with someone who’s felt the same before.

[airaibunny]

BRATTY/DEGRADING/ETC SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i can’t keep going” - “aw, too bad. i don’t care”

2. “i dont care who’s outside”

3. “do you want them to hear you being such a slut?”

4. “what if i don’t?”

5. “i promise i’ll start being good, just please…”

6. “make me”

7. “that sounds like an excuse, i want a confession”

8. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

9. “that’s strike 3”

10. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

11. “no more, please, i can’t”

12. “where are your manners?”

13. “i hear an acknowledgement, not an apology, do you want 3 more?”(the ‘it’ can be anything)

14. “what did you say?”

15. “try that again”

16. “no, you don’t get to touch”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “i mean, i got what i wanted, didn’t i?”

20. “stop pushing, it won’t end well”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “take it like a good girl and stop whining”

29. “that’s whining, i thought we talked about that”

30. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

31. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

32. “stop talking”

33. “did i give you permission to talk?”

34. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

35. “be still” - “i can’t” - “yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

36. “why are you already squirming?”

37. “cut it out” - “what do you mean? i’m not doing anything”

38. “come here, now”

39. “you can barely speak, so cute”

40. “i’m tired of you speaking, i need something in your mouth”

41. “if i have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

42. “you really don’t deserve this”

43. “i didn’t mean to, i’m sorry”

44. “don’t cum until i tell you to”

45. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy?”

46. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

47. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

48. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

49. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

50. “who do you think you are?”

51. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

52. “no, you’re in trouble, you don’t get to demand”

53. “liar”

54. “stop teasing me”

55. “i like it when you’re mad”

56. “punish me”

57. “are you going to stop me?”

58. “shut up”

59. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

60. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

61. “did you really think that would work? cute”

62. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

63. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

64. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

65. “you’re being particularly insufferable today”

66. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

67. “make me cry”

68. “ruin me”

69. “you’re not in a position to make demands”

70. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

71. “say that again, i dare you”

72. “i’m going easy on you, you should be getting the belt right now”

73. “what happened to my good girl?”

74. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

75. “you’ll cum as many times as i want, got it?”

76. “look what you did”

77. “i should edge you”

78. “stop moving, you’ll take what i give you”

79. “swallow"

80. "i'll untie you if you're good"

81. “i want to make a mess of you"

82. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?"

83. “i don't care that you're sorry"

84. “don’t argue with me”

85. “you royally fucked up”

86. “you heard me”

87. “don’t make me repeat myself”

88. “hurry up, if you take too long i won’t touch you”

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — yang jungwon

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star taekwondo athlete and put them in front of a camera?

“Kindred” a student documentary. Pilot episode airing tonight on TVN 7PM KST.

PAIRING: athlete!jungwon x stucopres!fem!reader

FEATURING: enhypen, yunjin from lesserafim, ryujin and chaeryeong from itzy, chanelle from runext, beomgyu and taehyun from txt, wonyoung from ive, gunwook and gyuvin from zb1 etc.

GENRE: high school au, enemies to lovers, nerd x athlete, forced proximity, slice of life, coming of age, he fell first and harder, fluff, ANGST, teen drama, slow burn ish?

STATUS: completed! (01/09/2023 – 18/03/2024)

WARNINGS: contains profanities, horrible attempt at humour, urban lingo, probably cringy, kys/kms jokes, depression jokes, sexual innuendos (nothing too inappropriate), depiction of violence, family drama, incorrect timestamps/information, no fixed faceclaims, not proofread etc.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: story concept is heavily inspired by the kdrama ‘our beloved summer’ other than that the storyline is completely original (or so i assume since i manifested this out from the crevices of my pea brain). chapters with ‘(hw)’ next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case y’all skip over it! as always, the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. lastly, if you do end up enjoying, please do like, comment (love reading your comments btw), and reblog so this can reach!

TAGS: #tfwy kindred #tfwy smau

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episode 1 - ratatouille and the underdogs

episode 2 - one way ticket to university

episode 3 - do you take constructive criticism?

episode 4 - unsolicited but appreciated

episode 5 - the art of benevolence

episode 6 - taekwondo-anti

episode 7 - beating the mentally ill allegations

episode 8 - can’t help it, i’m a libra

episode 9 - operation we-don’t-really-hate-each-other (hw)

episode 10 - she’s an oscar award winning actress

episode 11 - someone like me (hw)

episode 12 - ‘female-lead-realising-the-bad-boy-isnt-actually-that-bad’ arc

episode 13 - 5 foot 9 garfield meets avatar

episode 14 - yn the heterosexual

episode 15 - the ynwon getting closer montage :p

episode 16 - to the moon and back

episode 17 - eat 2 left toes

episode 18 - you are approved! (hw)

episode 19 - asking for a friend

episode 20 - rediscovering won’s ability to love

episode 21 - beomgyu’s 99999 eq

episode 22 - ynwon get together or else >:(

episode 23 - “hate”

episode 24 - not all problems can be solved with a formula

episode 25 - H.O.M.E.W.R.E.C.K.E.R

episode 26 - collecting facebook milfs like pokémons

episode 27 - you were brighter than the moon (hw)

episode 28 - she's studious not stupid

episode 29 - the garden is full of surprises (hw)

episode 30 - weapon of mass destruction

episode 31 - the name above me (hw)

episode 32 - no offense but she’s a cockblocker

episode 33 - the bane of my existence (hw)

episode 34 - risky risky wiggy wigi this is an emergency

episode 35 - live my life on my terms (hw)

episode 36 - separation anxiety goes crazy

episode 37 - paparizzki

episode 38 - is it too late now to say Sorry?

episode 39 - everything will work out just the way you want it to (hw)

episode 40 (finale) - her entire being is loveable (written)

epilogue - kindred, signing off part 1 | part 2

bonus chapters!

yunjin x heeseung

i can fight

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[shanastoryteller]

Blessed Samhain, Shana! more Lady Mo or something else genderbendy?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47

Lan Xichen hasn’t seen Wangji this upset in thirteen years and he has no idea what could be the cause. He guides him to A-Yao’s private garden, mind spinning. If Xuanyu were in some sort of immediate danger, Wangji would not leave her side. He’s sure of that and it’s all that’s keeping him from marching back to Jiang Yanli and demanding an explanation out of her himself. He hopes Sizhui hasn’t noticed the commotion, certain it will cause his nephew to worry, but he doesn’t spare too much thought on it because right now his first concern is his brother.

Worryingly, when they come to a stop Wangji just continues to stare at him blankly.

“What happened?” he asks, resisting the urge to grab him by his shoulders and shake him. “Did you and Xuanyu get into a disagreement?”

Perhaps something to do with Jin Guangshan? Lan Xichen has long abandoned the idea that she’s some sort of spy, as has A-Yao, but that doesn’t mean her father can’t want things from her, can’t be trying to make things difficult for her. Perhaps Jiang Yanli was warning her and Xuanyu and Wangji had a fight about it? They fight often enough that he can’t imagine anything that would send Wangji running.

“I’ve done something terrible,” Wangji says tonelessly. “This is my fault.”

Wangji faced down forty Lan clan elders and received forty lashings all without admitting a single moment of poor judgement or regret. Punishments he accepts easily – culpability, significantly less.

“What are you talking about?” he demands, trying to keep the alarm out of his voice. “What did you do?”

“Xuanyu,” he starts, then presses his lips together and shakes his head.

He would not harm Xuanyu. Even that spar that set half the clan to breaking the rules about gossip was not about harm. He’ll fight her, argue with her, spar with her, but Wangji worries and watches over Xuanyu constantly, vexed and surprised by her at turns, and Lan Xichen had felt aching relief when the woman his brother had been coerced to marry had turned out to be someone that Wangji couldn’t look away from.

He forces himself to sound calm. “What about Xuanyu?”

Wangji wets his lips and has to clear his throat twice before he can make himself speak. “She’s pregnant.”

Lan Xichen stares.

The relief is enough to make his knees week and his grip on Wangji’s shoulder doubles as a way to steady himself. “Wangji! You nearly gave me a heart attack! This is wonderful-”

“Wonderful?” he repeats, looking at him like he’s grown another head.

Some of that relief drains away. “Is it not? Is something wrong with the baby? Or Xuanyu? I know she was a little weak when you married, but she’s gotten so much stronger.” A terrible thought occurs to him. “Is she – she’s happy about it, isn’t she? She said that she likes kids and she’s so good with Sizhui, she must be happy.”

“I,” Wangji blinks, “I don’t – I didn’t ask–”

“Well, what did you say?” he asks in exasperation.

“I apologized.”

A-Yao isn’t here, but Lan Xichen feels the familiar urge to turn to him. “You apologized.” Wangji nods. “Xuanyu told you that she was carrying your child. And you apologized. Then left.”

He nods again, slower this time.

Lan Xichen grips the bridge of his nose.

“LAN WANGJI!”

They both turn to see Jiang Cheng headed straight for them, sword unsheathed and Zidian sparking, although that’s not the most alarming part. The last time Lan Xichen saw that look on Jiang Cheng’s face, they were on a battlefield.

This, at least, likely is Wangji’s fault.

[b4tasquad]

NEEDY: NIKO OMILANA

Authors note: based on this request. Forgot to reply to it and didn’t realise til I was done🙄 but anyways… a little heated guys.

Warnings: making out! Touching! Dry humping and two horny bitches. Minors dni

…

The entire day had passed by in a blur, the countless errands you had to run keeping you transfixed on getting everything done. For the past 5 hours, you had practically ignored everything else, which also meant your boyfriend.

Finally, once you’ve gotten comfortable in the comfort of your own flat, you let yourself relax into the soft pillows littered around your couch. Your phone which had been on do not disturb came back to life again, showing you the amount of messages you had received from Niko.

Niko:

Babe

Bae

Hello?

The one time I’m in a crisis you decide not to be on your phone??? Really.

The fact that you have on do not disturb knowing damn well I’m hitting that ‘notify anyway’ button is too funny🤣

5:31 pm

Niko:

Babyyyyy

Where are you????

I’m so fucking bored

Aj won’t stop waffling in my ear about shit I couldn’t care less about😐😐 like bro I don’t give a fuck where you like it

5:52 pm

Niko:

It’s really hot in here

And I’m not feeling to week yk

Please come… help me?

6:39 pm

With his last text being half an hour earlier, you opt to call him, feeling bad for not being available sooner. The phone hasn’t even started ringing properly when Niko picks up.

“Love, what’s wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say, just choosing to be straightforward about it instead of beating round the bush.

For some reason, he swerves your question. “You need to come over here, like right now.” His words are a whisper, which reminds you he should be in the middle of a shoot. At your lack of answer, he impatiently prods for an answer. “Y/n?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing a shoot?” You pick up the remote, getting ready to stay in after talking your boyfriend out of his so-called boredom. “Niko get back to that.”

“No, baby, you don’t get it.” He whines quietly, aware the boys around him would never let him live it down if they heard. Luckily, they were speaking with the camera crew, allowing Niko to be as annoying as he wanted.

“Then give me a good enough reason to get out of my comfy couch, because it’s not looking good for you.” You rest even deeper down in the edge of the cushion, confident he wouldn’t win. “3…2…”

At the sound of the countdown you can hear Niko huff a breath of air, something he did when annoyed. “Seriously?”

“1…..”

“Okay!” He also mutters something under his breath but relaxes. “I need you.”

You would laugh and ask him what his vague words meant if his tone didn’t speak for him. Having known Niko for as long as you did, there was no question about what he meant. You gazed at the clock over your living room walls, contemplating what to do.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

He quickly thanks you, letting you know he had to get back to filming before hanging up. You run a hand through your hair, laughing a little at yourself.

“Imagine being so horny oh my days.”

But there’s no conflict on what to do. Niko’s begging has done something to you, and the need for his touch is everything you can focus on as you get into your car and drive to your boyfriend’s location. It wasn’t often Niko would be willing to beg that much if the two of you weren’t hidden by the comfort of your bedroom walls, but it seemed as today was an exception .

Walking into the all too familiar place you had been to countless times before, you make your way to the room they always shot at. Niko’s eyes met yours the second you stand outside the open door, and he was quick to smile. He’s quiet as the camera’s moving but when they stop for a second, he comes up to you, hands snaking around your waist.

Having missed Niko, you hug him with as much eagerness, placing a chaste kiss on his neck. You can hear them calling for him, but Niko can’t help himself. Taking hold of your jaw, he connects your lips quickly. You’ve only registered what he’s doing when your boyfriend pulls back again.

“Wait 15 minutes, and I’ll make it worth it.”

“Eh, Niko!” Chunkz calls from his seat across the room. “ Keep it pg 13 for the kids around.”

Sharky puts his hands over Aj’s eyes, and Kenny cackles from his spot beside them. Pushing away the hands, Aj rolls his eyes.

“Let’s do that filming again, thank you.”

The 15 minutes were long and painful. You almost couldn’t watch your boyfriend from the sidelines, every move or word he spoke intensifying the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. He seemed to have noticed because just a few minutes into you being here, he kept looking at you. Sending you looks far from innocent.

You’re scrolling on your phone, bored when the boys are told they can take a quick break. Niko stands up with a subtle grin, as he talks to Sharky about something, but his eyes are on you, making you excited to get him alone.

Your back hits the wall with such force you're about to complain, but Niko silences you with his exploring mouth. He kisses your body with such intensity, you find yourself not even just breathless, but also speechless. There are no words you can use to even paint a faint picture of how you’re feeling.

“I’ve been waiting for this… all day,” Niko says in between kisses, his lips moving from your neck to your mouth.

Kissing him back with as much energy is hard as you already feel dizzy. His height gives him such an advantage that you can’t compete with. Seeing your struggle, Niko lifts you up your legs coming to cross behind his back. He continues kissing you, but now with the addition of rubbing himself against your body.

His actions leave you whining, something he can’t help but groan at. Niko had always loved hearing your response to his actions, it gave him confidence that he wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Wait.” You slightly lean away from the kiss, but Niko only continues to kiss down the side of your neck. “Niko.”

“Hmm?”

“Sit down.”

Quirking his eyebrows, he lets you down, taking a seat on the desk. You were unsure what kind of room the two of you had ended up in, but seeing the amount of clutter you could only guess it was some sort of storage place. You had noticed the desk somewhere in between stumbling into the room, and Niko kissing you senseless.

Climbing onto him, you put your hands around his exposed neck. Niko’s hands roam your body as much as he can, hands slipping into your pants to kneed the soft flesh of your ass. You moan slightly as he also gives it a quick slap, wishing more than ever that he would fill you up.

“Niko.” You start, dragging your body over his clothed thighs with the help of his hands on your ass to move you. He doesn’t let you speak, instead, he pulls you into a hard kiss but still continues to move you.

No clothes were off yet, but there was no need because your boyfriend knew exactly how to get you there. He slips one of his hands out of your pants, Instead using it to pull at your hair and make you look at him. “I told you I’d make it worth it, yeah?”

Then he dives into another lustful kiss, continuing to drive you crazy for the rest of the little time you had before someone got overly suspicious.

[devilishchaos]

The one where your water breaks | Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: The moment your water breaks.

Warnings: can't think of any beside use of pet names "baby girl", "babe", "baby"

Word Count: 628 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Babe.” Nothing.

“Baabe.” you called louder, but again, nothing.

Then you pulled out the one you knew for sure was going to work.

“Baaabe help.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Is it time?” Your husband rushes into the bedroom only in a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair wet. So hot. What a view. You allow yourself to gawk at him for a couple of seconds, then you remember why you called him.

“No. I can’t get up. Help, please.” Rúben chuckles softly at you, figure buried underneath the covers of the king sized bed, hands reaching our for him to grab and help you up.

“Here, I got you. On three. 1-2..” He leans over, links his forearms under your armpits then pulls you up.

“-3. God. When is this baby going to come out?” You whine.

“You’re adorable pregnant. The waddle is iconic.” He states, giving your temple a kiss before he let’s go of your hands once he's sure you regained your balance.

And he’s being honest. He’s been enjoying watching you walking around with a huge belly and a small pout. It’s been the best when the days were easy on you. No pain, no nausea..On days when it was too much, he internally conversed with the little one, trying to convince her to come out sooner. That’s when he stops enjoying it, when you’re struggling.

“This..” You point to your swollen tummy. "..is your fault.”

“Well it took two, didn’t it?” He smiles as he speaks knowingly. You know he’s joking. It’s annoying but true.

“It’s been 41 weeks tho. I’m about to request an extra fee.” Your hand caresses the tiny bump within your bump where he has his foot rested now. It’s never not weird. But cute nonetheless.

“Baby girl, the accommodation was for 39 weeks. Start packing up already. Rent is due.” You said while looking down at your bump.

Your husband also puts his hand on top of yours to join the conversation. “Does she have a penthouse or what in there? Sure seems very comfy.” Your heart swells whenever you three have a moment like this. Another reason why you want her here with you two. You get to feel her every second of the day but you want Rúben to form the same bond you feel like you have with her. For him to hold her..

“She sure will be a spoiled one.”

“Yeah. Daddy will spoil his girl.” You raise a brow. It takes him a second, then he catches it. “-sss. Girls. My girls.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” You smirk, then go on to ask “Daddy, why don’t you spoil the one who’s actually physically here by giving her a backrub?"

“Let me change into something first.” He looks down to remind you he’s naked under that towel. You feel your cheeks get hot at the thought, as if you’ve never seen what’s underneath. The hormones. God, it’s been too long.

“Make it quick.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Same goes for you little one. We can’t wait to meet you. And I can’t wait for these back and pelvic pains to go away. No offense.” You said while continuing to rub on your belly.

Something’s wrong.

“Is she offended?” You dumbly think to yourself.

What the..?

“Babe!” You gasp. Wait. Oh. Is this..?

“Coming. Can’t find my hoodie. Be there in a second. Oh there it is!”

“Rúben!" You call for him louder this time despite the nerves kicking in.

“Babe, I said I’ll rub your back. I ain't going nowhere. Relax."

“Baby, please, come here right now!” you squealed.

“I’m here. What’s-”

“I-I think my water just broke.” You say with wide eyes as you feel liquid slide down your legs. Oh boy, It’s happening.

[peterparkersnose]

Caught

pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced

a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)

summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.

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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.

“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.

“But he’s the late one!”

“Yes, but I’m sure he just over slept. Come on,” Padmé said, trying to calm down Anakin. Obi Wan rarely messed up, and when he did Anakin did not deal with it lightly.

The two reached Obi Wan’s door to his quarters. Just as Padmé was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Anakin grabbed her wrist softly.

“Wait. Listen,” he whispered. The silence stung their ears as Padmé tried to listen to what Anakin was saying.

“Or shall I pin it here?” Obi Wan asked, picking up a side of his sheet and pretending to pin it over your shoulder.

Your giggle rung through the room and bounced off the wall. You stood at his private balcony, covered only in his sheer tan bed sheet.

“I liked the strapless better,” you said sweetly, tucking the sheet under your arm once again. “Such a fashionista,” Obi Wan smiled, gazing out over the rural mountain. “Who taught you that word?” you asked, turning to walk towards him.

As you took a step, you tripped over the sheet and the dress began to unravel. Your skin became exposed to the bright morning sun. Nothing to hide around Obi Wan, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before.

“No! Not my beautiful work,” Obi Wan sighed jokingly, lazily helping you bunch up the sheet on his knees. You grabbed his scruffy chin with your fingers, grabbing his attention to your face.

Your eyes seemed to entwine. His expression turned soft, leaving his eyes wanting for your lips. Bending down and keeping your hand on his chin, you softly kissed him.

Then the knock came on the door.

“Who’s that?” you panicked, freezing in your position.

Obi Wan was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to be with anyone according to Jedi law. The relationship you two had was kept a secret. Sometimes you liked it. Something the two of you shared and nobody else knew. It was special. Other times it drove you nuts. You wanted a ring on your finger more than anything. You would always ask “Well Anakin and Padmé…” but he would always come up with an excuse. “We can’t be as irresponsible as the two of them,”

“Calm down, my love. Breakfast,” he sighed, waving his hand. The big wooden door flew open. You expected a droid carrying a tray of food.

Instead you were met by the horrified faces of your sister and brother in law.

You shouted, ripping the sheets from Obi Wan’s hands and covering your exposed breasts and rolling back on your hips, covering yourself as much as possible. It wouldn’t help, the cat was already out of the bag.

Padmé was going to kill you. She had always been protective of you ever since you were little. She was older than you by a few years. She was the Queen, and you listened to her. Seeing her sister naked on the floor with one of the men she most respected was most definitely going to set her off. She was not about to let you make the same mistakes she did.

“Y/N…?” Padmé asked, her hand now covering her agape mouth. “It’s not what it looks like,” Obi Wan said, raising his hands in a defensive pose.

Padmé had never seen you like this before. She had expected you to keep your purity until marriage and marry for political reasons. Not to be tangled up with a Jedi. She had just caught her younger sister after very obviously hooking up with someone. And not just someone, that someone was Obi Wan. Your stomach felt like knots just waiting for her reaction.

“Mé’, what are you doing here?” you gritted through your teeth. “I could ask the same for you!” she yelled. “Get dressed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes. “Y/N,” Obi Wan sighed, reaching for your hand. You flung his hand, rejecting his request.

“Where is my dress?” you asked, shoveling through the other blankets on the bed. “I-I believe we left it by the pool last night, my dear.” Obi Wan answered.

You looked up back to Padme. She was standing with her hand on her brow, hips cocked against the door frame. Anakin was standing now farther back in the hallway, but you could still see his cheeky smile. “The pool?” she asked angrily. You were about to answer but then she raised her hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“I do,” Anakin whispered from the back. She promptly elbowed him in the ribcage, he let out a small oof. 

Your heart sank at the sight. You had disappointed the one person you wanted to make proud.

“Here,” Obi Wan said, gathering your green long sleeved dress from his drawer. “How long has this been going on?” Padmé exclaimed, shocked that he had a stash of your clothes in his room.

“Uhm…”

“Since the wedding?” Obi Wan asked you. “Around there, yeah.” you agreed.

Padmé’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “My wedding was over six months ago!”

“Sorry,” you muttered, raising the straps on your dress.

“So does this mean there’s no training today?” Anakin asked, piping up behind Padmé’s shoulders. Obi Wan shot him a death glare. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“Let’s go,” Padmé said, grabbing the back of your arm and guiding you quickly out of the room.

“Dude,” Anakin said, smirking at Obi Wan. “Leave.” he sighed, holding his hand up and flicking his wrist. “Are we going to be brother in laws?” he asked, hanging on the doorframe.

Padmé was expecting him to follow and they were getting a little too far away. Anakin struggled remembering all the hallways in this big castle.

Obi Wan sighed. He rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. “If Padmé doesn’t kill me, then just maybe.”

Anakin smirked at Obi Wan.

“Don’t tell her I said that!” he yelled after Anakin.

“No promises!” Anakin yelled from the hallway.

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From the Ashes Pt.43

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Cersei POV, Tywin POV, ooc tywin?, sometimes its hard writing for this guy, can't seem to really get into his head

Words: 3341

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12   Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 Part 21 

Part 22 Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39  Part 40 Part 41 Part 42 Part 44 Part 45 Part 46 Part 47

All Cersei could do was laugh at Phiobe after the captain revealed what she learned. That (y/n), grungy and awkward as she was, now was some kind of messiah to the foolish people in Essos. Surely, a whole land couldn’t be so enchanted by this outright lie.

“Impossible.” Cersei tried to hide another chuckle with her hand and a shake of her head. “That doesn’t sound like (y/n). Not in the least bit.”

Her fear of (y/n)’s survival had been confirmed a long time ago, but this news had to be a complete fabrication. Even if her sister was alive, the champion of a religion could not be her.

A mirth filled smile tugs up her lips. “And you said she hatched a dragon?”

They were back on the ship, at sea once again and already miles away from the Port of Lys. Up on the deck, the men were enjoying a special treat from their generous captain: spirits and wine. Enough to liven their soul until they reach Yi Ti. The journey would be hard, Phiobe warned everyone in advance. There would be rival pirate ships and naval forces to be wary of. Opportunities for plenty of deaths and injuries.

Phiobe’s door to her quarters is open so they were able to hear the stream of loud merriment from above. She smiled while listening to them and nodded in affirmation. “Oh yes. I thought that was quite incredulous too. There were many people present on that day though and witnessed the whole thing.” Handing Cersei a refilled glass of wine, Phiobe continues. “Even visiting Westerosi tradespeople. Though many of the docks in King’s Landing are shut off due to the war, this information has managed to make its way through White Harbor and Old Town..”

“It can’t be real. Do you believe any of this?” she asked incredulously while hastily consuming her drink. Even back at Casterly Rock, Cersei had never had so much wine and she was starting to grow a great liking to it.

“There have been crazier things that I have heard. Some proving to be true, others clear hoaxes. I won’t believe anything until I see it for myself. Alas, we will pass by Volantis on our way to Yi Ti.” Taking a sip from her glass, Phiboe sets it aside. “Do you think her prince husband is aware that she still lives?”

Cersei prickles at the mention of Rhaegar Targaryen. Their last conversation together still made her ears warm with fury when she played it over in her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think he would necessarily care. During their marriage, he had been in love with another woman.(y/n) doesn’t matter much in Westeros anyway. Going through a civil war where no one is sure who will come out victorious, they will just think it a rumor.”

“Ah.”

“What?”

“You jealous little creature.”

Indignation flares across her cheeks as she lets her calm composure shatter. “You-”

Waving her off, Phiobe is still chuckling. “Relax. I suggest you take another sip of your drink. Cersei, I like you. You’ve got an adorable temper and a tongue like a whip. Don’t tell me you’re willing to get yourself killed because you’re jealous of your little sister.”

“And who says I’m going to die?” She digs her nails painfully into her palm, rage pinpoint on Phiobe.

“Dragons and Azor Ahai aside, the truth in the rumor is that she’s alive. You’ve previously tried to kill her, yes? I’ll take that look as yes. The moment I saw you walk away from your uncle, not batting an eyelash as he was killed, I knew you were cold. But you look too polished to be capable of murdering someone with your own hands. No, you with your mountain of gold could easily hire an assassin. Someone’s protecting her. Whether that actually be the soldiers of the Red Temple or someone she hired, your assassin has failed. If she finds out it was your doing. . .” Phiobe heaves a weary sigh. “I won’t protect you or be held accountable for anything.”

Draining what little remained in her cup, Cersei bitterly shakes her head. “(y/n)? No. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t dare hurt me.”

Phiobe heaves out a dry scoff. “Presumptuous of you. Why do you think that?”

She was too important to Jaime. Whatever spell (y/n) had Jaime under, it was no match for the love that Jaime and Cersei had for one another. There was no way he would let harm befall on her. How could she explain that to the captain?

Instead she safely proceeds with “It’s simply foolish to think that (y/n) is capable of such malice. She is not like me. She doesn’t have a spine.”

“I hope you’re right.” Knocking back whatever was left in her own drink, Phiobe stands and walks away from the table.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a few things to take care of. Help yourself to the rest of the bottle. Dinner will be brought up in a few hours.” Phiobe waves goodbye before closing the door and securing it with a lock and key.

As she turns, Ferid stands at attention right in front of her. Respectfully, he nods his tattooed head. The Unsullied fighter had been money well spent. Phiobe had made sure to compensate him appropriately. He could go free if he made up the money she spent on him.

However, even when Ferid had reached the monetary goal, he sadly refused to leave the ship. Fighting and blood had been the only things he had ever known. What would he do with his life? He couldn’t have children, so no woman would want him. Having little knowledge of social protocol besides listening and obeying, he doubted he could immerse himself back into society. He was too broken.

A sad tale Phiobe had heard far too many times. Many of the men on her ship, nearly half of them having been bought, chose to stay despite having the money to leave. Unfortunately it was a feeling Phiobe shared with them. If she ever wanted to quit pirating, what would she do with her life? Live out her days like her mother? That wasn’t the type of life she wanted. Lady Analu possessed a docile temperament; the life she had now was perfect for her. Overly quiet and carefree. Her business was thriving in one of the most beautiful countries. She wanted nothing else in life.

“Captain, may I have a word?”

“Of course. Let's go up top. No doubt Lady Cersei is eavesdropping.” She muses and leads the way back up the solid wood stairs and to the shining sun that glittered across the ocean. “What is it?” Ferid paused, worry heavy in his dark eyes. “Captain. . . Why are you wasting your time with her? You should have just sold her off to Lady Analu or anyone else who was willing to take her off your hands. You are doing Prince Heiu Hoai a disservice by giving him this girl.”

“You don’t know Heiu Hoai like I do, Ferid. Don’t worry, she won’t be our problem for much longer. Besides, like I’ve told you, I find her entertaining. I think maybe she is who I would have been had I grown up in the lap of luxury. If she wants to waste her life trying to kill her sister, its no business of mine. As long as I still get some use out of her.”

“I think she’s perfect for one of the many princes of Yi Ti. Heiu Hoai will be able to match that brat with his own ego.” Dardan chuckles, interrupting their private conversation though Ferid didn’t mind. The big man often budged his way into conversation to offer commentary.

Sighing, Ferid concedes; his worry of the matter diminishing as it seemed he was the only one who was concerned. It was well known that Prince Heiu Hoai had a harem comprised of many different types of ladies.

“Rest assured, dear Ferid, once we get to Yi Ti she’ll be out of our hair and we’ll be in the prince’s favor still!” Phiobe clapped him on the shoulder and managed to pull a small smirk from Ferid. “Remember five years back when we were last back at the palace?”

A pleasant memory for the entire crew. Plenty of food and spirits to gorge yourself silly on. Pleasure produced from the local pillow house was icing on the cake. They were always treated well when in Yi Ti. For the prince, Phiobe produced only the best goods from her various pillages. He always, in return, shared his wealth with all of them. Normally Phiobe wasn’t one for relaxation. She was always on edge and ready for a confrontation. In Yi Ti and staying at Heiu Hoai’s palace, Phiobe was able to truly relax. From there, Cersei could do whatever she wanted. Make her way back to Volantis if she so wished to go through with her plan.

Dardan cleared his throat. “As for the matter of the rumor you heard at Lady Analu’s. . .”

“Ah yes, what have the other sailors heard?”

“Gasif confirms hearing it in the nearby tavern. As does Qateel.” Confirmed her quartermaster.

Phiobe knew the whole story sounded crazy. But it was coming from three different sources. Possibly many more.

“The dragon part doesn’t sound too farfetched.” Admitted Fedir. It was known that there were still dragons roaming in the Shadowlands. Beyond the territory of the city of Asshai.

“Yes but the fact that the Red Temple has an interest in her. . . That’s not something to be ignored.” A fantastical tale, yet Phiobe had to admit that she herself was starting to think it might be true. “It doesn't matter. I’m not getting us involved. If Cersei wants to attack their prophet, so be it.”

Fedir’s shoulders appear to sag in relief to hear that. His captain hadn’t completely gone mad. The royal brat would be gone soon enough. He just had to be patient and ignore her as much as he could. Those calculating eyes of hers though. . . They tended to unnerve him. Chilling, much like Phiobe’s. Maybe in another life, where Phiobe was the one with blue blood and Cersei a lowlife in society, Cersei had the possibility of being pirate captain. In her contained brutality that would rise her in the ranks had she the proper skill and training. Phiobe had started at a young age. Wanting to protect her mother from rape that so frequented the poor and slaves, Phiobe decided to learn how to use a sword. Initially her plan had been to protect her mother. From there she prospered into a true killer.

If the girl ever wanted to become like Phiobe, she still had a long way to go. A path he would suggest to no one.

Still, there was a long way to Yi Ti. While Phiobe wished to get there as soon as possible, it would be nearly impossible to not stop for supplies unless she wanted a few of her men to die. Eventually they would have to stop. Ghiscar preferably. Phiobe wanted to be sensitive toward Fedir and not stop in Astapor even though she had good connections there. He didn’t have the fondest memories.

She would never allow Cersei to escape though she saw the determination in the girl’s eyes. If she planned on escaping from Phiobe, she would have to kill the captain. That was no easy feat.

“Please. . .” Her breathing is labored as she begged her husband. “Please don’t let her die. Tywin, she can’t die.”

That moment had always plagued Tywin Lannister.

Her flushed cheeks streaked in tears, pleading green eyes that drowned behind saline.

What had she expected him to do at that moment? He was but a mortal lord and did not have the power to resurrect the dead. Tywin, always weak to his wife’s every whim, retrieved (y/n) from the midwife making the nursemaids scurry around him. (y/n) was a small baby. A tiny creature to have caused such a ruckus. If he hadn’t been there with Joanna, Tywin would have thought the baby to be sleeping.

He feared disappointing Joanna if he didn’t wake her to the living world.

Never one for physical affection, holding the baby had been very awkward for Tywin. Especially when he held the baby so close to his chest that his nose came to the crown of her sprucely haired head. He hadn’t even held Jaime this close when it was announced that the younger twin was a boy. An heir.

Not knowing what to do, he gently begins to rub at her small back. His mind whispered thousands of prayers in seconds as dread began to make his stomach heavy. The baby was not waking and he didn’t feel her breathing either. Joanna was going to be devastated.

That’s when, as a last ditch effort, he leans his lips down to whisper to (y/n). . .

“Your Grace?”

He doesn’t jump but Tywin is still startled when his footman announces the arrival of his sister. While he owed his sister a great debt for helping take care of the children after Joanna’s death, Genna wore out Tywin every time they were forced to interact. Now most certainly she would be filling his halls with her crying. He would miss Kevan too, but there was no point in weeping. Tywin would find whoever did this and make them pay a heavy price. Then he would be able to find Cersei. When the news of her abduction and what had happened on his ship, Tywin made sure to secretly send a letter out to Dorne. Not that much news was able to make it to King’s Landing due to Aerys closing all the gates. He could ride to Dorne himself without Aerys ever finding out. But there were matters to attend to in Casterly Rock. Ser Kevan’s remains had been unloaded from the docks and transported to Casterly Rock’s private sept. He would be buried in the tombs of Lord Tytos and his father before him. The ship had been eerily floating along Lannisport’s shores with no crew to be seen on deck.

On cue, Tywin could hear his sister’s whimpers grow louder and louder until his councilroom door was thrown open. “Oh Tywin! How horrible!”

Grimacing as she proceeded to throw her heavy arms around him, Tywin only allows her wallowing for a few seconds before clawing his way out of her grip. “Yes, very horrible- Genna please.”

“First Jaime and now Kevan and Cersei. What have we done to displease the gods so much?” There were many things Tywin could name that would put the Lannister family on the god’s bad side but he was not going to say any of them; not in the presence of his hysterical sister.

As delicately as he could, he sits his sister down and safely moves to his own chair. Having distance between them, Tywin let out a sigh and places his hands on the polished wood table. She must not know about the rumor circulating about (y/n). A fantastical story no doubt that had everything from magic swords to dragons and his daughter being in the center of it all.

“Help her, Tywin. Help her.”

Genna loudly blew her nose in her handkerchief, a large and curvy ‘G’ and ‘L’ were embroidered onto it with gold thread. Tywin would be surprised if his sister even brought up (y/n) let alone Tyrion. They were already ghosts even when they lived in Casterly Rock. Forgotten and ignored as background specters. Sad, lonely eyes-

“They still haven’t found Cersei, have they?” Genna asked abruptly as she had composed herself slightly. She’s dabbing at her eyes and sniffling as Tywin shakes his head; no, they had not found Cersei. Her body, thankfully, had not been among the dead they found on the abandoned ship. She must still be alive somewhere. “I’m sure she’s okay. She’s always been made of tougher stuff, that Cersei.”

“Always wanting to be one of the boys.” Tywin mutters but it makes his sister chuckle lightly.

She nods her head, fondly remembering when times were sweeter. When Cersei and Jaime were younger, they appeared nearly identical; both with golden hair and fair skin. They didn’t have any of the traits that distinguished their gender so Cersei found it simple to disguise herself as her twin brother. Tywin had been furious when Cersei had snuck into Jaime’s sword lessons. She could have seriously been injured. Joanna always laughed when it happened, trying her best to admonish Cersei but she found her daughter’s spunky attitude endearing.

“Gods Tywin. . .” Her face crumbled but Genna put a hand over her eyes. “Cersei has to be alive. She just has to.”

His savior came in the appearance of his footman, knowing the drill when it came to Genna, alerted him of an appointment he had in just a few minutes. Genna nods and bids goodnight to her brother. Tywin would have to better prepare himself for tomorrow when they would enter Kevan’s body to his grave.

A glass of wine was brought to him as was a small meal of lamb. He had no appetite and pushed it aside, preferring the wine as nourishment. Pale green eyes stare at the paper in front of him, Tywin’s mind unconsciously drifting to the dream he had had the night before. Joanna had visited him. Even now she was clear in his mind, a perfect picture. Rosy pink cheeks that made the rest of her pale face bloom. Her gold curls coiled and braided in such an expert fashion that Tywin always found appealing. Pearls had been strewn through her hair and adorned her seafoam green gown that spilled all around her. A vision so perfect Tywin thought that he might have died in his sleep.

Her smile didn’t mirror his own. It was soft and standoffish.

“My dear, it’s time to acknowledge her.” Joanna whispered, not unkindly. Her hands feel warm as they cup Tywin’s cheeks, brushing her thumbs across his sideburns. “You can’t continue to ignore her. She needs your help. Please my dear. The Great War is coming and she needs your support.”

She might have sounded delusional to anyone else but Tywin. Many years ago, when she was heavily pregnant with (y/n), Joanna had mentioned something a dreadful event she had dreamed about. Describing two warriors among ashes. One of them, long blonde hair peeking out from a dragon-shaped helmet, had looked at her with green eyes. Joanna believed it to be (y/n). That was the last time she had ever spoken of the dream, but Tywin could tell that it bothered her. Even after (y/n)’s birth, Joanna still seemed troubled about (y/n)’s life. When (y/n) had been found in the lion’s den, all that blood made her faint with the belief that her daughter was dead.

In their marriage, Joanna had proven to always be right. She was smart and tactful for a woman. Tywin had decided that’s where Cersei got her own analytical mind from. Whether is was a matter of state or that of a personal nature, Joanna knew the answer.

Disbelief still numbed Tywin. (y/n) and Jaime were alive.

How had (y/n) survived death so many times? It seemed unnatural.

Anxiously he runs a hand over his face. This was all preposterous. Everything was lining up though in an eerie way that followed Joanna’s nightmares.

The conference hall was dark by the time Tywin pokes his head out to instruct his guard to deliver a message to his captain of arms. His head was still whirling and he wasn’t completely sure this was the smart thing to do.

Joanna’s voice echoed firmly in his memory: “She’ll need a naval force for her homecoming.”

He would trust in his wife. Always.

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I Can See You

PART 3 is HERE!

joel miller x fem! reader

Hi lovers! Sorry this took so long, life got busy and ADHD is a bitch. But here it is! My next post will probably be a different drabble/one-shot. If you have any requests, PLEASE hit me up! I am open to a bunch of different ideas!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ pleaseeee, DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (the reader is 25, Joel is 39), joel is a bad cook, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, tons of dirty talk.

Outline: She gets invited over for dinner and a movie night? Just a movie, huh?

PART 1 PART 2

“So Joel told me he’s coming over today,” Dad says from across the dining room table as I eat my breakfast, “With Sarah?”

I stop and chew slower, trying to hold back a smirk.

Ever since we fucked in the conference room, I’ve been texting Joel every day. Sometimes it was naughty sexts and other times it was him asking how my day was going and what my weekend plans were.

A couple of days ago, he called me instead of texting, which was odd. He asked if Sarah could come swim in our pool because she wouldn’t stop asking about it. 

So I agreed, telling him that Saturdays were the best day for me. I also told him he had to be around just in case anything happened and I wouldn't be 100% liable for Sarah’s well-being. 

“Yeah, I told her she could come over and swim in the pool. She wanted to practice her backstroke.”

He smiles, “Nice for you to have her over, but are you okay with it just being y’all? I can stay home from this conference so I can entertain Joel.”

I shake my head quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

“No dad, it’s fine,” I take a sip of orange juice, “They will only be here for the afternoon. It’s not worth you missing two days in Houston. You need to go.”

He takes my word for it and hurries to finish his breakfast. He should’ve left at 6am, but here we are at 10 and he’s still not left. I texted Joel under the table as soon as he took his plate to the sink. 

Pops is still here. You and Sarah are welcome as soon as he leaves.

I bring my half-finished eggs to the trash, scooping them into bin. 

“Do you need me to leave my credit card?”

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Joel is buying us pizza in return of allowing Sarah to use our pool.”

“You better not have told him we needed something in return of using the goddamn pool,” Dad fusses, “He is always welcome to it. God knows you hardly use it.”

I roll your eyes, “No, I didn’t say that to him.”

I actually told him that he could bend me over the kitchen counter in return for using the pool. 

I feel my phone buzz. 

From: Joel Miller

Can’t wait to see you, baby.

–

Dad left, and not even an hour later, Joel pulled up with Sarah in his truck. He was sporting some black swim trunks and gray t-shirt. Sarah giddily got out of the truck, sporting a pink one piece and flip flops. She hurried to the door, where she found me sporting the skimpiest bikini I owned. 

It was a red triangle bikini top and the cheekiest bottoms in my collection. Something very casual. 

Sarah gave me a warm smile, racing into the house and to the back sliding doors. It’s like she knew exactly where to go. Joel took his time grabbing their stuff. I lean against the door frame, taking him in. 

As soon as his eyes met mine, his eyes quickly averted down my body. He creeps closer, slinging his towel over his shoulder. 

“Evil,” He mutters walking pass me, “You can’t be doin’ this around Sarah.”

I smile, shutting the door behind him. He looms over me and I get a whiff of sunscreen. 

“Doing what?” I ask innocently.

He glances into the back yard where Sarah is already getting ready to jump into the pool. He’s making sure she’s not watching.

His arm wraps around my waist, grabbing onto my bare ass. I feel very small when I look up at him. His brown eyes bore into mine. 

“You sure are lucky that my Sarah is here, because if she wasn’t,” He pauses, “I’d take you right in front of the window here.”

He gestures to the window right by the front door. 

“But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Show the neighborhood who’s pussy this is.”

His hand rests right above the hem of my bottoms. I bite my lip. He knows what to say to make my brain melt and my words jumble together. But it’s a game.

I needed the chase, it made everything with Joel so much more satisfying and dangerous. 

I contemplate for a moment, before grabbing his chin gingerly.

“Why don’t you order those pizzas, babe?”

-

“Look at this dive, Dad!”

I prop myself up on my lounger chair, watching Sarah dive into the deep end. Joel is meandering around the pool, his skin so beautifully touched by the sun. His tan was deep and seeing it glisten with the water all over his body, was just icing on the cake. 

“Very nice, baby,” He glances my way, noticing I’ve finally risen from my spot. After stuffing myself with pizza, I knew I had to lay out and let my bloated stomach go back to normal. 

I watch him rise from the water, using the steps to make his way over to me. The weight of the water drags his shorts a bit lower and seeing his toned tummy was a sight to behold. 

I look around him to see Sarah swimming laps, making sure she was occupied. He plops down next to me in the other lounger, grabbing his aviator suns from the table between us. 

“What’s your plans while your dad is gone?” He questions, propping his sunglasses on his nose. 

I shrug, leaning towards him to whisper, “Thinkin’ I’ll go across the street and fuck that hot MILF everyone won’t stop talkin’ about.”

He shakes his head, “That poor lady has a name, ya know?”

“It’s like Susan, isn’t it?”

“Lauren.”

I groan, “She even has a hot girl name! God damn!”

He chuckles, “No but seriously, what are you doin’?”

I look over to make sure Sarah couldn’t hear me. I watch her dive into the water again, “No plans. Just hangin’ around.”

He nods, laying back onto the chair, “Why don’t you come over tonight?”

My stomach drops. He asks it so nonchalantly.

“When Sarah is home?”

“She’s going to her grandparents tonight. They are takin’ her to some baseball game.”

So we get to be alone?

“Oh, okay,” I thought for a moment, “So you want me to come over and do what?”

“I don’t know,” He mumbles, “We can watch a movie. I’ll cook.”

If you would’ve asked me a month ago, I never once would have imagined a moment where Joel Miller would even give me the time of day. Now he’s asking to hangout with me outside of work? Spend time with just me? It seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

But I love that the offer stands.

“Sure, I’d love to,” I pause, “As long as the cooking is good. If not, we are ordering out again.”

“Hey,” He grumbles, “Fuck you, I’m an excellent cook.”

It’s like Sarah got superhuman hearing all of a sudden because she quips up.

“Don’t believe him! He burns eggs every morning!”

“Hey, you eat them anyway!”

-

I arrive to the Miller’s around 7PM. I decided to walk again, trying not to tip off any of the neighbors leaving my car parked beside Joel’s truck. I decide for a black hoodie, jean shorts, and Converse. I didn’t bring a bag of things because technically, Joel didn’t say this was a sleepover. I am running on the assumption I am leaving after our… movie night?

I knock quickly, glancing back and forth between Joel’s neighbors. Both are pretty familiar with my dad, so I knew if I was spotted, they would rat me out. 

Joel swings the door open, this time, fully clothed. A casual outfit for Joel, jeans and a light grey t-shirt. 

“Come on in,” He mumbles, “Did you drive?”

I shake my head, “No. Walked. I took shortcuts, too.”

He grabs me quickly, pulling me inside. He glances around outside, making sure no one is outside. 

“I already had Mrs. Adler askin’ why I took Sarah over to your house today,” He says, shutting the door, “Hate when people are in my business.”

“What did you tell her?”

He smirks, “That I was fuckin’ my bosses’ daughter.”

My cheeks get hot. 

“Nah, just that you were givin’ Sarah time in your pool to practice her swimmin’. She stopped with the questions after that.”

I smack his chest, bringing down my hood. I take off my hoodie eventually, sporting a simple white tank top underneath. I toe off my shoes, propping them up by the door.

“We fucked once, so technically we aren’t fuckin’,” I tease, “Unless…”

He starts his way to the kitchen ignoring me.

“You hungry?”

–

Joel was a bad cook, but I wasn’t going to come in with judgment when it’s a free meal and he made it just for me. 

He stares me down from across his small dining room table, waiting for me to say something. We sit in silence for most of the meal. Not uncomfortable silence, just too in our own heads, I guess. I eat the last of my burnt brussel sprouts, trying not to let him read my mind like he usually does.

“You hate it don’t ya?”

I take one more bite, “I’m not a chef by any means either, Joel.”

He laughs, “That’s a good way to put it, little one.”

The nickname makes every hair on my legs stand up. He notices my demeanor change. He stands up, collecting our plates and brings them to the sink. I stand up to begin to help him, but he has other ideas. He stands over me as soon as I get up, his dark brown eyes raking me up and down. He reaches up to my biceps, running his warm hands up and down them. 

“You like it when I call you that?”

“What?” I croak out. I knew what he was talking about, but for some reason I wanted him to keep saying it. 

“Little one,” He whispers, “My little one.”

I swallow hard, “Y-yeah.”

“Gets you all riled up? Makes you think of the first time my face was between your thighs?”

I close my eyes, letting his hand start to run down my face, to my jawline, to my collarbones. I take in his scent. Amberwood, aftershave, and maybe a bit of cigar? It was intoxicating, his scent. 

“J-Joel,” is all I can mutter, “P-Please.”

I open my eyes finally, seeing him smirk, “What baby? What do you want?”

“Do it again,” I mumble, “I want you to do that again.”

His hand travels down to my waist, and with one arm, he hoists me up to the kitchen counter. My jean shorts ride up even more as he positions himself between my legs. 

“I need more than that, little one,” He says, “What exactly are you talkin’ about?”

He was going to make me lay it all out for him. I don’t know why I felt shy again, like I couldn’t say what I needed from him. 

Like before, he looks so tall and big standing over me. His hands feel so strong and his arms so toned. I wanted to jump his bones watching him at the pool earlier, watching him be at ease with no shirt on. His confident stride and stature was so attractive. 

“Speak up,” He demands, “Need you to say it.”

“I need you,” I drag it out, “I need you to eat me out.”

He starts hooking his fingers through my belt loops, lifting me out of my shorts, “What else?”

My mind goes blank for a second. 

“Fuck me?”

“No please?” he taunts.

“P-Please Joel,” I mutter, “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckles lowly, “Oh I fuckin’ will.”

He doesn’t waste time completely tearing my thong off my body. I lean back, my head resting against the cabinets. The thong gets tossed across the room, now useless after being torn in two. 

He reaches up to bring my head forward, crashing our lips together. Our tongues battle instantly, both of us wanting to be dominant. He was so forceful, but it was everything I needed to be more sure in myself. I reach up, lacing my hands in his hair. 

He pulls away, his breathing fanning my already hot face, “You gonna be good for me, baby? Use those manners?” 

“Of course,” I moan, “P-Please do something.”

He takes off his shirt, his muscles highlighted differently in the low lit kitchen. I couldn’t help but stare as he gets on his knees, his face eye level with my pussy. 

God, I could never get over this view. 

He presses forward, giving my inner thighs kisses and small little love bites. 

He hooks both legs over his shoulders and dives in. He doesn’t start slow, oh no, he goes full starving-man-mode. He starts using his tongue to write the alphabet up and down my slit. When he finds my clit, he wraps his lips around and sucks. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, “Don’t stop!”

He breaks away, only to put his index and middle finger into his mouth. He watches me as he traces my slit with his fingers, smiling as he sinks them into my hole. When he’s satisfied with my reaction, he finds his way back to my clit.

Between his fingers fucking me and his mouth working magic on my bud, I scream out not able to contain the build up I feel in my stomach. He only increases his speed, the wet lapping sounds only causing me to burst. 

He fucks me through it, as I moan his name over and over again. 

He pulls his fingers out of me, and stands up from his spot. My ass stays half on the counter and half falling off. I am basically only propped up by his leg. 

“Now that I got one out of you, little one,” He suggests, “’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

I was so fucked out of my mind, I’m like jelly in his hands. He shimmies his pants off, his boxers tented by how hard he was. I just smile at the affect I had on him. 

“You okay to stand?”

I giggle, “I don’t think so, sir.”

As soon as I say it, I don’t have to worry about standing anymore. He reaches for my waist and repositions me on the counter. I stare down between us, his hard cock rubs my sensitive slit. 

“You’re so pretty, little one,” I hear him in my daze, but before I can respond, he eases himself into me. I moan out due to the glorious stretch, letting him get fully sheathed inside me. Instead of keeping me on the counter, he hooks his arms under my knees and lifts me up. In my shock, I wrap my arms around him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. 

He sets a brutal pace, not paying much mind to my groans. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, it was just so much. 

My mind goes back to what he said, which only gets me more riled up. 

“God, I’m so full,” I moan into his ear, “You’re so good to me.”

I can feel his smile, “Better than you’ll ever have, baby.”

“You’re all I want,” I say absentmindedly, “I’m all yours.”

He props me back on the counter, pulling out of me briefly. He is throwing me around almost like a ragdoll. He lifts me up and spins me so I’m facing away from him. He moves my arms, so I can actually prop myself up on the counter. He lines back up, pushing himself back inside me. From this position, he somehow hits me in different places. He readjusts my body before settling back into a faster pace. With his right hand on my covered tit, his left hand reaches up to my throat. The sounds of slapping are so overstimulating in the best way possible. I couldn’t get enough. 

“All,” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Mine.”

I feel the warmth in my stomach again. It had to be the mixture of him calling me his and the fact that his dick was hitting me in just the right spot. As soon as I hit my tipping point, it’s like he could tell because he slows down, his hand traveling down to my clit again. I fall over the edge, my eyes rolling back into my head as I moan out his name. My entire body is tense until it’s not. I fall forward, but before my head catches the edge of the counter, he holds me up against him. 

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” he groans, still fucking into me, “Want me inside?”

“Cum inside me, Joel,” I beg, hardly able to project my voice. 

I’m at his mercy, as he spills inside of me all the while telling me what I good girl I am. I finally find my footing, as he slips his cock out of me, letting his cum drip down my legs. He releases my body, walking away from me for a moment. I try to get ahold of my bearings, but all I can think is how I never want to stop doing this. I want more. 

I need more. 

“Here, turn to me baby,” He mumbles. I turn around noting the damp rag he has. He gets on one knee, using the rag to clean up his cum off my legs. I’m still very sensitive, so when he gets close to my mound, I jolt. It makes him giggle. 

Post-orgasm clarity started to hit me. I watch him stand up and lay the rag in the kitchen sink next to our plates. He was so fucking beautiful, his body glistening with sweat. He had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. 

“You okay?”

I wet my lips, “I think I need you to fuck me every day.”

His beautiful smile reappears, “Is that so?”

I nod quickly, “Yes, sir.”

He creeps closer to me, his hand lacing around my waist again. 

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” He leans down and kisses my shoulder blade, “Now, which movie should we watch?”

[airaibunny]

GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

[lovepersevering13]

Now could you elaborate on Michael's autism

Alright it’s Michael’s turn!

I want to preface this part the same as before: I’m not a psychiatrist, this isn’t how autism is experienced by everyone and let me know if anything is incorrect :) oh also I’m a little bit more educated on how Autism is shown in girls so this one is a bit of a mess.

Ok so for Michael I kinda had to think for a bit about some like concrete evidence because I didn’t have anything annotated for him like Tori but I think I’ve come up with a pretty compelling argument (also I thought I’d let you know that as I was doing this I started to realise Michael may have ADHD but I don’t really go into that too much).

Firstly:

Alice Oseman herself supports this headcanon so…. Anhahahahajaja omg I can’t explain how happy this makes me! Anyway, let’s get into what I found in Solitaire!

1. Masking

- “Do you get angry a lot?” I say.

“I’m always angry,” he says.” Solitaire, Page 213

Ok we know Michael generally is a very upbeat, positive person on the outside but as we get to know him we learn he’s only barely happier than Tori. When I think about this covering up of his anger with overly positive emotions it is clear to that he is masking (Suppressing Autistic traits). Pessimism is a common m trait of Autism and the way I see it, Michael is overcompensating for this by acting super happy all the time to cover it up.

2. Deficit in social understanding

- “Do you remember when he tried to get everyone to do a flash mob for the Year 11 prank?” says Nick. “And in the end he just did it by himself on the lunch tables?” Nick Nelson, Solitaire, Page 39.

This quote when Nick and Charlie are talking about Michael shows and extreme lack of care about social consequences.

- “Michael Holden has swooped into the restaurant.” Solitaire, page 46

Ok so this quote and the entire scene on pages 46/47 where Michael shows up unannounced because he wants to ask Tori something displays extreme impulsivity and impulsivity is a common Autistic trait. He also didn’t care about the lack of social etiquette displayed by crashing a hangout he wasn’t invited to.

- “Michael is helping himself to our leftover starters” Solitaire, Page 48

Again, lack of social awareness because you aren’t really supposed to crash someone else’s dinner and just start eating their food.

- “He races inside and, without bothering to let me leave or shut the door, he lifts the toilet seat and starts to pee.” Solitaire, (I forgot the page)

LACK OF SOCIAL ETTIQUITE. DUDE.

- “He’s the strangest person I’ve ever met.” Solitaire, Page 62

- “I know Nick and I said he’s weird - and he is weird -“ Charlie Spring, Solitaire, Page 177

- “He looks sort of out of place everywhere.” Solitaire, (I lost the page)

People with Autism are often described as being “strange,” “weird,” or “peculiar,” because they are different from their peers which can make them stand out and struggle to fit in.

- “I, er, didn’t get on too well with the people there. Not the teachers, not the students…” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 148

Because of the fact that people with Autism struggle with social understanding it can be very difficult to make friends and get along with other people.

- “I’ve never been good enough,” he says. “I get so stressed out, I don’t make friends - God, I can’t make friends.” His eyes glaze over. “Sometimes I just wish I were a normal human being. But I can’t. I’m not. No matter how hard I try.” Michael Holden, Solitiare, Page 376

Yeah, this quote hurts my heart. So many people with Autism feel as though they don’t fit in and that they aren’t normal. When you don’t have a diagnosis it can be especially difficult because you don’t know why. You know there’s something different about you, you know other people are doing and feeling things you aren’t and you know you’re doing and feeling things other people aren’t, but you don’t know why. It can be super isolating.

3. Challenging Authority Figures

- “…having that argument with Mr Yates during his mock exams!” Either Nick or Charlie, Solitaire, Page 40

- “I swore at Kent.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 269

It’s very common for people with Autism to challenge authority figures. Generally this is because they often naturally assume equanimity and don’t understand why some people should get more respect then others if they aren’t seemingly deserving of it. This stems from having a heightened sense of justice and empathy.

4. Autism and Sexualtiy

- “I guess you could say I’m not too fussy about gender.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, (I forgot the page)

We know Michael’s canonically Pan and as we’ve previously discussed (read Tori’s part for more info) Autism and the LGBTQ+ community are heavily intertwined. I tried to look into Autism’s correlation to Pansexuality but couldn’t find anything specific.

I also wanted to add in a little fact about how Neurodivergent people tend to gravitate towards eachother and queer people tend to do the same so Michael and Tori makes a lot of sense.

5. Special Interests/HyperFixations

Ok so, Michael gets pretty into Solitiare. Right from the start he’s obsessed. Taking photos of the posts, insisting they go to the meet up. I’d probably say it’s a hyperfixation.

And DISNEY. Holy heck Michael loves Disney… and if you haven’t caught on already, yeah imma say it’s a special interest.

- “He gasps and grabs a third DVD, leaps across the room to the flat-screen and switches it on. “We’re watching beauty and the beast,” he says.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 115

I mean look at how excited he gets over ‘Beauty and the Beast’.

6. School

- “Seriously. I haven’t gotten above a C grade in any subject since Year 8.”

“It seems almost impossible for someone like Michael to be unintelligent. People like Michael - people who get stuff done - they’re always smart. Always.” Solitaire, Page 188

- “When it comes to exams… I generally don’t write what they want me to write. I’m not very good at, well, sorting out all the stuff in my head.“

“I just don’t know what the examiners want to hear. I don’t know whether I just forget things, or maybe I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain it. I just don’t know.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 118

- “Because I hate school!” This is quite loud. He starts to shake his head.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, (I forgot the page)

A lot of people with Autism struggle with school and like Tori points out, it’s not because they’re not smart, Michael is smart. It’s just that the education system isn’t fitted to benefit Neurodivergent children. So many things affect Autism in schools. The dreadful sensory environment, lack of control over what they can and can’t do and the difficult social pressures.

7. Emotional dysregulation

- “He clenches his fist and he snarls. He actually snarls at me.

“Maybe you are a manically depressed psychopath.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 163

Emotional Dysregulation is the inability to control the intensity and expression of emotions. This is common in people with Autism and can result in overly intense emotions and lashing out. I think this is something that heavily impacts both Tori and Michael and results in a lot of their arguments. The aforementioned quote is just one example of how quickly and dramatically their arguments blow up due to this.

- “His face contorts into a kind of scrunched-up snarl, his fists curl, his skin drains of colour, and he storms past the man and tramps over to the benches. He reaches a row of lockers and looks into them, blankly, chest visibly expanding and contracting. With an almost terrifying malice, he throws a crazed punch at the lockers, wailing a subdued howl of rage. Turning, he hurls a kick at a pile of racing helmets, scattering them about the floor. He clutches his hair, as if trying to pull it out.” Solitaire, Page 211

Oh there is just so much to cover here. So this is a prime example of an Autistic meltdown. Autistic meltdowns can be caused by overwhelming emotions (In this situation that is Michael loosing his race) and result in an outburst which can include crying, screaming (“howl of rage”), aggression (punching the lockers and kicking the helmets) and self injurious behaviours (Pulling his hair). It’s probably worth mentioning that a few of the outbursts he has towards teachers that I mentioned earlier are probably also meltdowns.

8. Stimming

- “Michael starts whistling.” Solitaire, page 198

Whistling is a form of stimming, this particular quote is from when they are in Truham looking for Charlie, considering Michael’s disdain for Truham I can imagine it was a slightly stressful environment to be back in which would validly result in a need for stimming. I actually couldn’t find any other examples of stimming except possibly the hair pulling that was mentioned in the last quote.

9. Pattern Recognition

So pattern recognition is the autistic brains increased ability to recognise patterns and in Solitaire Michael is the first person to put together the fact that all of Solitaire’s pranks were related to Tori. I really can’t be bothered to find the quote where they talk about those

10. Safe foods

I think that Tea is probably a safe food for Michael because he is often mentioned to have a mug of Tea in his hands. (But I’m not British so maybe this is like normal? How much tea do British people actually drink?)

1. Miscellaneous Quotes

- Since when did you acquire a body temperature” Solitaire, page 112

I know it’s probably supposed to be related to figure skating but struggling with temperature regulation is very common amongst people with Autism.

- “Most of the time at school I can’t even decide what pen to use.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, page 149

Indecisiveness is very common amoungst people with Autism

Alright that’s a wrap on Michael Holden. I’m thinking of doing a conjoined part for Charlie and Oliver if anyone would be interested in reading that :)

Some of the resources I used:

https://livingautism.com/decision-making-problems-adults-asd/

Thermal Perceptual Thresholds are typical in Autism Spectrum Disorder but ...

https://sparkforautism.org/discover_article/managing-emotions/

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7430467/

https://neuroclastic.com/autism-and-responding-to-authority/?amp

[shanastoryteller]

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to open prompts! Could i ask for some lady mo, or anything with wei wuxian? He’s my fave!

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When one of the servants A-jie had brought with her when she married catches his eye and then disappears, Jiang Cheng’s stomach drops.

He leaves Shuchun to deal with the official mingling, which earns him a dirty look, but he refuses to feel bad about it. Wang Yan is hovering at the edges and either she or Jin Ling will save her from any truly obnoxious conversations.

He makes his way to his sister’s rooms, knocking twice before pushing inside. “What’s going on?”

The first person he sees is Jiang Xingyi, which is never good, but A-jie appears whole and healthy. She grabs his arm with both hands, pulling him close before whispering, “Would you be able to get genkwa before the end of the night hunt?”

“Yes,” he says, even though doing it without getting caught is going to be nearly impossible. What his sister needs, she gets. “How far along?”

She doesn’t look any different to him, but then again she never does. But if she needs it before the end of the night hunt, she must have caught it late this time.

This isn’t the first time he’s needed to do this.

A-jie’s body might not be able to handle another birth. He knows that she wants a big family, but none of them are willing to risk her life for another child.  

Well, he and Jin Zixuan aren’t. Jin Guangshan and Madam Jin would do it gladly, which is why they can never, ever know of the times he’s had to smuggle the crushed purple little flowers into her hands.

“It’s not for me,” she says which leaves him blinking. “Maybe we won’t need it, but she won’t stop crying, and I don’t want to offer her something that I can’t carry through on. You’re sure?”

“Yes,” he says, “but who are we talking about?”

If it’s A-jie, everything has to be handled with the utmost secrecy, only Jiangs, Jin Zixuan, and Jin Guangyao privy to her condition. But a servant girl or even a noble’s daughter doesn’t garner enough attention to warrant their normal subterfuge.

A-jie gives him a look so full of grief that he’s already reaching for her before she turns and crosses over to the entrance to her private bath. She knocks then leans against the door, “Meimei, can you come out? There’s someone else here, he can help you. You can trust him, I promise.”

The endearment tells him nothing beyond it’s a woman younger than A-jie.

The seconds drag on and then the door slowly opens, a women clad only in one damp robe stepping out. He lifts his eyes to her face, red and splotchy from crying and her hair a mess all around her, and feels his mouth drop. “Lady Xuanyu?”

The wife to the second jade of Lan is not some servant girl or even just a noble’s daughter.

She sees him and fresh wave of tears roll down her face, but she’s smiling too, and A-jie is relaxing. “Hi Jiang Cheng.”

“Is it his?” he asks, mind spinning. “Lan Wangji’s?”

A-jie glares at his lack of tact, but he’s trying to make sense of this. If she’s sleeping around on Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng is hardly going to blame her for it, but it’ll explain why she needs to end the pregnancy.

She hiccups, lifting a sleeve to wipe at her cheeks. “Y-yeah.”

On the bright side, it’s not like Lan Wangji can hate him more than he already does.

A second reason for her to be so miserable at the news that she’s carrying her husband’s child occurs to him and the rage that sweeps through him is surprising in its intensity. “Does he hurt you?”

He drank with her the night before her wedding and told her that Lan Wangji wasn’t that awful, that he wouldn’t hurt her. He told her that she’d be safe as his bride.

But now she’s sobbing and pregnant and so clearly terrified.

Xuanyu hesitates.

“I’m going to kill him,” he says. It comes out perfectly calm, none of his normal bluster. Both A-jie and Jiang Xingyi pale.

He turns to leave, already planning on drawing his sword first and explaining after. Lan Wangji has made a liar out of him. Xuanyu is young and didn’t ask for any of this and he has a responsibility to protect his bride and Jiang Cheng told her that he wouldn’t hurt her and now she’s here and she’s hurt and he’s going to rip Lan Wangji’s spine out and shove it down his throat.

People don’t like him, don’t get along with him, generally. But she’d sat with him beneath the light of the moon and drank with him and it had been something warm and familiar that he hasn’t had since before the war. He tells himself that’s why he cares his so much when the truth is he doesn’t know why, it’s just that she feels familiar in a way he can’t explain, not when he the first time they met was that night.

“Jiang Cheng!” She lunges forward, hugging him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. He braces for the feeling of discomfort, ready to push back agaisnt the urge to shove her off of him. It doesn’t come. “I didn’t mean like that! We spar, a lot, and I get hurt, but I’m always requesting it. It’s not like that.”

He turns in her arms, gently pushing her back but not letting go of her shoulders. “Then why are you crying? It’s okay, you can tell me the truth. I’m not afraid of Lan Wangji.”

“I just,” she sniffs. “I can’t – he doesn’t like me, you know? And – and I’m better than I was, um, healthier, but what if,” she blinks heavily, “what if I’m not strong enough, or something goes wrong, and then – what if I mess it up? And it’s all my fault, because I was weak, and then I’m a failure and he hates me–”

“Oh, Xuanyu,” A-jie whispers. He knows she had a lot of those same fears when she was pregnant with Jin Ling, and she and Jin Zixuan were in love, and he proposed to her fully knowing the state of her health.

Both Xuanyu and Lan Wangji were forced into this marriage.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he says firmly. “If you don’t want to have this baby, then you don’t have to. Whatever the reason. And if anyone tries to force you to, I’ll stop them. I don’t care who they are. Understand?” He waits until she gives a wide eyed nod. “But I don’t – I don’t think that Lan Wangji will react like how you think he will. And if he disappoints you, then I will help you take care of it. But I don’t think he will.”

Twice now he has vouched for Lan Wangji to Xuanyu, this girl who feels like another sister even though he barely knows her.

If Lan Wangji makes a liar out of him, he will beat him bloody and not even Lan Xichen will be able to hold it against him.

[jasminumdew]

Say you remember me (Part 1)

John Price x reader

Words: 1,1k

Summary: The first time you see John, it triggers a terrifying vision and a gut-wrenching feeling you can’t brush off. But the pull of your heart towards him is too tempting to ignore. Especially when he looks at you so tenderly like he’d known you before.

Warnings: large age gap (John: 39, reader: 20), angst?, next life, reincarnation, death, probably bad English (I’m so sorry)

Notes: hi :3 I want to improve my writing skills so every constructive feedback is welcomed. Tysm for enjoying my writing. I’ll try to be more productive, hopefully at least one fic per week instead of one every two weeks.

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Wednesday afternoon, as usual, not many customers visit your café as other days of the week. You sigh, cleaning the counters to kill some time. Betty, your staff turns on the small television and switches channels out of boredom. “Any suggestions?” 

You look up to see a documentary of wars playing on TV, then quickly glance down, “Anything but that, Bee. You know I’m terrified of guns and blood, yeah?”

She gives you a side hug and quickly apologizes “Oh sh- I didn’t notice. I’m soooo sorry”

You smile to ease her, then the doorbell tinkles right after she switches to some K-pop music channel. “I got this”, you told her, smiling brightly at the new customer.

Before you knew it, white vision flashed in front of your eyes and the ringing in your ears appeared. For a moment, you think you’re going to faint. But your vision quickly comes back, only that you’re not in the coffee shop anymore. The dim yellow light over the pastry counter turns into a white field of snow, the doorbell which rings cheerfully is now silent, your ears only picked up on the sound of the howling wind, those forget-me-not flower pots you’ve just watered this morning shifts its form into dried branches of trees, almost hidden by the thick snow around you. Your body is all numbed, and you already know what you’ll see when you glance down. It’s always the same, no matter how many times you experience this. 

“Darling?” 

You snapped back into reality by his voice, and there you are, still behind the counter. The pink half-apron was twisted in your hands as if it were a grip to real life, grounding you to not drift away any further into this hallucination.

Gosh, you couldn’t be more relieved you got out of there just in time, yet to see that horrifying view. You had dreamed about that place so many times since you were just a child, and every time it happened, you woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and crying uncontrollably. You never knew why you had this constant nightmare, your mom said it’s best to ignore it and go about your days, so you did just that. However, it has never gone this far, it’s like you were pulled into another reality, your face still freezes from the cold and the smell of fresh blood lingers in your nostrils.

Stop. It was just some illusion, okay? Just ignore it like always and focus. Your eyes shift to the man behind the counter, who’s waiting for you to take his order for god knows how long now. 

“Hi. Oh gosh, I’m so so sorry, sir. I was distracted. Ca-” 

Before you can finish your words, your eyes meet, and your heart squeezes in pain like it’s being wrung like an old rag. Tears keep pouring out, then your voice is stuck by a lump forming in your throat, if you stay here any longer, it’ll surely turn into a full-on sobbing in the middle of the café. 

A warm hand reaches out, wiping your wet cheek, if your mind was any clearer, you would have avoided his touch. But your heart flutters and beats eagerly in your rib cage, yearning for him - a stranger you just met. Maybe it’s tears making your eyes see things that are not there, but if you had a mirror, you would swear that his eyes must be just as red as yours right now. 

Your senses suddenly come back and you immediately retreat from him. Mumbling a quick “sorry”, you run off to the staff room to collect yourself after telling Betty to take your place. You can hear him calling out your name right before the door closes. After you’ve finally calmed down, the realization hits, your name tag was left behind in your apartment today. 

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You closed the café early that day, mentally drained from all the tears and mood swings. On your way home, you can’t help but get carried away by the weird interaction this afternoon. Maybe you need to have a check-up with either a neurologist, a therapist, or whoever can fix your fucked up brain. Too busy with the noisy thoughts in your head, you bump your head into a broad and firm chest, letting out a surprised squeak.

“Should’ve paid attention to your surroundings, dove” 

The man speaks up before you get the chance to apologize, his voice warm and low, one glance and you can recognize that thick beard and kind blue eyes immediately. 

“Oh…I’m sorry, sir. For leaving so abruptly at the café, too. I was…ill” You come up with a lie quickly.

“It’s John, love. Are you feeling well now? I thought that I terrified you.” His brows knit together like he’s genuinely worried about you, or your perception of him, you don’t even know.

It’s such a relief when those visions don’t come back during your conversation now, but the tingles in your heart are getting stronger and more constant as if wanting to tell you something.

You chuckle: “I feel better now, thank you. And no, you didn’t do anything wrong, no need to worry”

John returns a warm smile: “Good to hear that, love”. Gosh, this man and his pet names, if you’re being honest, it feels right somehow, the way it brings comfort to your heart when he says it. 

Either he can read your mind, or you’re a freaking talented manifestor, because you couldn’t believe it when he asks “Would you like to go on a date with me? I erm…was on my way back to the café to give you this” 

You’re quick to stop your eyes from getting teary again while receiving a bouquet of poppies from him, “This is too nice, sir. Thank you, it’s my favorite flower”. You choose not to say his name, being a polite woman as you are, it seems disrespectful to say it when you have just met, besides, he doesn't seem to pay attention to it.

“I know” he mumbles under his breath, not to reach your ears. Yes, you admit, he has some strange behaviors, like looking at you too intensely, knowing your name without you even mentioned, and knowing your favorite flower, but you still agree to meet him on Saturday night after your shift. 

When you wave him goodbye and part ways, you don’t notice the way his smile slowly fading, he sighs, looking as you walk away, “You really don’t remember”

[sheisaquarius-blog]

Hi regarding your last ask idk if you're accepting ian day prompts as early as now but feel free to ignore this if you aren't yet lol sorry but I wanted to share a prompt that idk if it fits your style so feel free to ignore this if not. No worries and no pressure this is just my random ianthony brainrots lol. anyway prompt is superhero!anthony + reporter/journalist!ian. He finds out identity while being saved. childhood bestfriends. has a crush on anthony's hero persona. You can add your own personal details as well as I love your ideas lol sorry if this is also cliche but sometimes we just need a good cliche. Anyway thank you absolutely love your writing

this is SO nice of you!! this is such a good fit for my style, i had a blast. there's probably a really serious, gritty, angsty version of this prompt that would be a lot of fun to write, too, but i love a joke. i'm also a comic book nerd in recovery, so deciding that all superheroes exist in the same world for this one was fun! plus, i got to stuff it full of smosh references too. i had to hold myself back, i could have done a LOT more.

“Only in Bit City,” Ian grumbles to himself while he ducks under a marble counter. He flinches as a few bullets glance off, shedding debris onto the bank floor. Ian reaches a hand inside his messenger bag and presses record on his tape recorder. Old fashioned, yes, but criminals only ever ask for phones and watches nowadays. Ian’s never lost a story since he started carrying this thing around.

“Bit City Bank, November 30th, 3:39 pm,” he mutters as quietly and clearly as he can. “The Woke Mob are holing up the teller window. Shots fired, but no one harmed. They just kinda randomly pull their guns out and shoot all over the place.” Perhaps that last piece is a little editorial, but he’s allowed a little personal flavor when he could potentially die from sheer trigger-happy negligence.

Ian peeks around the corner, only to quickly duck back when his absolute least favorite police sergeant and his stupid mustache come barreling in, shooting even more wildly than the Woke Mob goons.

“Alriiiiiiight!” Anous shouts, and Ian is already over it. He crawls around the table and starts helping a young couple towards the door as Anous and his troupe make for a standoff with the goons. It doesn’t stay a standoff for long, though. The moment Ian dives back under the table to try and usher a few other hostages towards the door, all hell breaks loose. Bullets fly everywhere, and Ian just braces in front of a young girl with long blonde hair and a bank lollipop in her hand, distraught. She looks right out of an LA influencer’s vision board, so he assumes she isn’t from around here. “It’s okay,” he says as evenly as he can. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve lived here my whole life. There’s always a hero,” he reassures her.

Like on cue, he hears one of the gangsters in a put upon accent shout. “Hey! You! Get outta da rafters and fight like a man!”

“You can’t say that!”

“Oh, shit, you’re right. Come down and fight like a person, however you identify!”

Ian glances over his shoulder and he sees a graceful figure in black drop down to the ground like liquid shadow, then darting around.

Great. It’s the new guy. Ian had been hoping for someone with a little more experience, a little more know-how, but a hero’s a hero, he supposes. At least it’s not the fourteen year old with the katana.

This is the moment, and Ian decides to take the chance. “C’mon,” he says, picking her up and pulling her towards the entrance. It isn’t a long way, and the dark figure seems to be managing alright, taking out a goon or two at a time.

Ian pushes the girl out of the door, just in time to feel a piercing pain right through his shoulder. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles to himself just before he collapses to the floor.

He wasn’t exactly looking forward to getting shot today. Almost seven years he’s been a reporter, and of course today’s the day he gets shot. On his fucking birthday.

God damn it.

He falls to the floor in a heap, his right-hand clapping over his insistently bleeding shoulder and gritting his teeth. He can vaguely hear commotion behind him, but it’s drowned out by the ringing in his ears. If he bleeds out and the last thing he can hear is Sergeant Anous shouting at the top of his lungs, he’s gonna be pissed.

He isn’t sure how long it takes, but it feels like a while before a man in black with a domino mask is hovering over him. “Oh, shit.”

“Yup,” Ian agrees without unclenching his jaw. “Uh. Would love some medical attention, if you’ve got a sec.”

“Is everyone out?” “I don’t know! Isn’t that your job?” Ian squeezes his eyes closed.

“I’m new at this!”

Ian breathes deeply in and out through his nose. He peeks an eye open, sweeps the whole place, and it sure does seem like the only people left are the police and the Woke Mob. “Looks clear,” he mumbles.

“Okay, hang on.”

His tape recorder better be okay, Ian thinks as the hero scoops him up and he promptly blacks out. ***

“So,” Ian says, tilting his head to the side as he looks down the alleyway. His shoulder still aches, but if he digs his hands in his pockets, the hunching looks intentional. At the other end of the alley, the figure freezes. “Thanks for bandaging me up. I still need to lodge a complaint with BCPD, since it was an officer who shot me, but I have a few other things to square away first.”

It’s been almost a week and Ian has been going back and forth over what he should do. Turns out, his tape recorder had been fine, and it had caught a little more than he had bargained for, such as his lifelong best friend and crush begging for Ian to “stay with him,” and Ian knows what his name sounds like coming out of Anthony’s mouth.

“What do you need my help with?” Anthony asks.

“I was wondering if you could maybe hang Sergeant Anous up in a web by his ankles. Maybe in just his boxers, if we’re feeling really creative.”

“What? No, I can’t—”

“I know,” Ian says, holding a hand up to cut him off. “I know, that’s the other guy. I was kidding. Bummer, though,” he says, walking slowly towards Anthony, and now he can see it. He can see his very particular build, his careful control, the way he glances around even in that domino mask—it’s pure Anthony.

Some reporter he is.

“Would have been kind of fun to do the upside-down kiss. Oh well. I was wondering if I could get a quote from you. On record.”

“Uh, don’t rob banks?” Ian can see the tension in Anthony’s shoulders as he backs up to the wall behind him, but still, Ian presses forward. He’s going to start skittering if Ian doesn’t stop.

“Fair,” Ian says. “Now, anything you want to say, off the record?”

“Uh… No? Not particularly?” “How about ‘oh, glad you didn’t die, sorry I haven’t been by this week,’” he offers.

“I don’t—I wouldn’t—I mean. Sorry, Ian, I don’t really checkup once I do the hero thing.”

Ian lifts an eyebrow, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Caught in his own web. Shakespeare couldn’t write it better. Lois Lane… Now she’s a talent. Ian needs to call her this week because damn does he have a Bit City hero scoop. Off the record, of course.

“I don’t think I introduced myself when I was bleeding out.”

Anthony looks petrified, Ian can see it behind the mask. “You didn’t,” Anthony agrees, stalling for time. “But, your ID…”

“Was in my bag. Along with the running tape recorder, and I know you know how those things work because you sold it to me after I complained that robbers always take my phones, you little tech geek.” Ian steps forward and lifts his hands to the corners of the mask. He starts pulling the black fabric away, slow enough that Anthony could run if he wants to.

He stays still. Very tense, but still.

Brown eyes Ian would know in pitch black darkness stare at him as he lowers the mask.

“Hey, Anthony.”

“Hey, Ian.”

“Fight any bad guys today?”

“Uh, nope. Just feeding the detective agency a little intel. There was a food crime down on 69th street last night, thought Detective Miller should know.”

“Nice.”

“Detective Coffee chased me out though. Christ still doesn’t like me, but I’m her Creekside Killer contact.”

“Uh huh.”

“Um. Are you mad at me?”

“A little.”

“I think I can still give that upside down kiss thing a shot. Would that help?”

Ian considers a moment, looking up at Anthony. “What the hell, I already got shot. It’ll give me something to brag about when Peter Parker starts dropping Spider-man pics later this week.”

“That’s not—”

“I know,” Ian says, shaking his head. “You’re the other guy.”

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

[languagestudymaterials]

～まま grammar

～まま roughly translates to 'as it is' or 'in the state of,' but it covers a wide range of situations that are not always easily understood or directly translatable.

Context: Levi to himself in episode 2 (or 39), season 3. The legendary chase scene with Kenny. Levi just 'entered' the drinking establishment and said:

クソ このままじゃ部下もエレンもヒストリアも失う

Shit. If it goes on like this, I'll lose my men, Eren, and Historia, too.

部下 (ぶか) = subordinates (men)

失う (しなう) = to lose (people) (to lose a thing is 無くす (なくす))

Note: The English translation is a conditional sentence. Where is  ～たら、～なら、～ば、～と in Japanese? It’s well hidden!

このままじゃ = If it goes on like this

じゃ (colloquial style) ・では   (formal style)

However, some people say that this little じゃ means だと/ だとしたら and that’s where the conditional meaning is hidden.

で refers to states; more here Conditional sentences are here

But today’s grammar is ～まま. 

I already made a short post about it. Check it out too!

When I asked my Japanese conversation partners what it meant, they always said, 'As it is.' Well, that sounds simple, but that’s only one way to think about it.

"As it is" has three meanings in English:

already

the way it is 

with the situation that exists now

While you can use ‘as it is’ in your translation, I feel that in some contexts, it’s better to be more precise with your word choice or to make English sound natural.

～まま grammar

There’s no 1:1 translation. It’s better to learn it as a concept conveying:

States that can stay unchanged; remain in the same condition/state; e.g. I’m sitting and there’s no need to stand up.

～まま is used for static states, often contrasting with actions.

If something hasn’t changed for a while, we can use this structure as well; e.g. She has been like this since yesterday (like this = in a certain state).

You can also use it to express your current state/condition; e.g. I’m weak. My current state/condition is 'being weak.'

Like this/that = doing things in a certain manner.

At this rate = used to say what will happen if the present situation continues.

That’s basically it. 

So, what is Levi really saying?

この refers to Kenny killing Levi’s people and basically f*cking everyone's shit up.

まま refers to the fact that Kenny has been killing Levi's people for a good amount of time. It hasn’t changed from the start of the episode until the moment Levi uttered the sentence.

このままじゃ = If the state of Kenny (and Kenny's team) killing my people will continue…

In the post with Akaza and Rengoku,

死んでくれ、Kyojuro、若くて強いまま

Akaza is asking Rengoku to die while his state is 'being young' and strong or to die to remain in this young and strong state.

Grammar mechanics

It’s a noun/adverb

noun + の + まま 

adjective + まま (don’t remove な from な-adj or い from い-adj)

demonstrative pronouns この; その; あの + まま

verbs + まま (past tense is very common in this case. Verbs in the past tense can act like adjectives; e.g. written language; 'written' is the past participle of 'write' and it acts like an adjective and adjectives = states.）

some passive forms + まま; e.g  言われるまま = as I am told (my current state is that I know some information, someone has told me something, my state is 'being informed/told')

ない verbs + まま = without

Note 1: なし can’t be used interchangeably with まま. なし (without) doesn’t refer to “being in a certain state. It refers to people, objects, or emotions. You want these things out of your life completely. Note 2: ～まま and ～ながら might seem similar, but ～ながら is used for action/dynamic verbs. Note 3: ～ままにする = to leave something untouched; to remain intact

Examples

The theory for this grammar isn't difficult to understand, but when it comes to real-life application, that's when the struggle starts.

Let's examine examples to get the hang of ～まま.

進撃の巨人

Context: Berthold to Reiner in season 3, episode 15 (or 52).

もし そうなれば何も分からないままだ

If that happens, we won’t learn anything.

Eren is carrying the boulder to seal the wall. He might get eaten by the other titans. Without Eren Reiner and Berthold won’t obtain any information.

ないままだ = negative verb form + まま = without knowing (their state will be 'uninformed')

Lit. We will be left in an uninformed condition if that happens (if Eren gets eaten)

もし そうなれば = conditional form

Context: Marlo to Hitch while looking for Levi who has just been pronounced a traitor (season 3, episode 4). They are discussing the future of the Survey Corps and the current situation.

調査兵団がこのまま解体されたら人類は…

If the Survey Corps gets disbanded like this, humanity won’t...

調査  (ちょうさ) 兵団 (へいだん) = Survey Corps

解体 (かいたい) = disband; disassemble [suru verb; here: passive form + conditional]  

人類 (じんるい) = mankind; humanity​

このまま is totally absent from the translation; however, it means 'in the current situation.' If you analyze the context in which this sentence has been said, it makes sense why Marlo said it.

In English, though, it seems unnecessary to say out loud: 'if this situation continues.'

We all know they are in a bad position. We can infer it from the context. However, 'like this' seems to capture the nuance of このまま.

Leaving out このまま would, probably, sound like a plain statement; an action that has no relation to current events. Some things are obvious to us (in English); some things have to be articulated in Japanese. 

Marlo is literally saying: If the current situation continues, Survey Corps will get disbanded, and humanity will…

At this point in the anime, Erwin has made a lot of risky decisions and that lowered the reputation of his squad.

そのままの姿勢で指示どおりに動く

Context: Marlo to Armin seconds before Levi and Mikasa ambushed Marlo and Hitch.

Stay in the same position and move as instructed.

姿勢 (しせい) = posture; pose; position [noun]

どおり = in accordance with; following​ [used as a suffix]

指示 (しじ) = instructions; directions​

動く(うごく) = to move

そのまま + の + noun = the [noun] remains as you see it; just the way it is/was; you are/were; just like that

そのまま refers to Armin’s position. He wasn’t holding any gun and had his hands up. Marlo wanted him to stay in that position.

Up next are examples from Naruto:

それから気を失ってずっと　このまま…

Context: Sakura about Tsunade who used all her chakra to protect the village during Pain’s attack. She was unconscious.

She has lost her consciousness and has been like that since then…

このまま refers to Tsunade’s state. Unconscious state that remained unchanged for a while.

'Like that' = doing things in a certain manner = she was laying down unconscious.

That’s another example of when このまま refers to an action you need to see to get a better understanding.

From a different episode:

火影が逃げたままじゃぜ。

Context: Oonoki at the 5 kage summit. Sasuke showed up and wanted to act cool but he failed. Obito saved his uncool ass and then disappeared. All the Kages were discussing what to do with the situation. Oonoki mentioned Hokage who was still on the run.

Hokage is still running away.

逃げる (にげる) = run away

じゃ means  だ・です・である when it is placed at the end of a sentence.

ぜ and ぞ are sentence-final particles used (primarily) by male speakers which are more colloquial versions of the particle よ.

Past tense + まま = the verb happened and that hasn’t changed. Danzou ran away and at the moment of speaking, he was still running away.

Remember that past-form verbs act like adjectives. まま is a noun so the verb 逃げた describes/modifies the noun. Danzou is in 'a ran-away state.'

Zetsu vs. Madara

かつて Kaguya は この無限月読を人々にかけたが殺さずに生かしたまま保存しておいた

Context: Zetsu while killing Madara and explaining the biggest plot twist ever.

Once, Kaguya cast Mugen Tsukuyomi on people, but she didn't kill them, she kept them alive.

かつて once

生かす (いかす) = to let live; to keep alive

保存 (ほぞん) = preservation; conservation; storage; maintenance​  [suru verb; here in ～ておく form which means to do/prepare something (for yourself or for other people) in advance for future convenience]

殺さずに (ころさずに) = without killing

ずに vs. なし vs. まま

ずに means ‘without,�� but it can only be used with verbs. You can’t replace it with まま because it doesn’t imply that the speaker will stay in a certain state. Single actions. なし means ‘without’ as well, but it refers to people, objects, or emotions.

Past tense  + まま = the verb happened and the action of that verb continued. So, letting them stay alive continued for a while. Lit. For future convenience, she stored them in a living state.  

僕のヒーローアカデミア

Context: Todoroki while fighting Stain. He’s analyzing the situation.

俺なら 距離を保ったまま…

It'd be better to keep my distance...

俺なら = When it comes to me/Since it’s me [and my fighting style]… It would be better to keep my distance.

保つ (たもつ) = to keep; to preserve; to hold; to retain; to maintain; to sustain​

距離  (きょり ) = distance

past tense + まま = it’s better to be in a state of staying away (clumsy!)

One more example from the same episode:

Context: Endeavour about Nomu. He used some sick move on Nomu, and it survived the blow which surprised Enji.

意識を保ったままでいられるのは初めてだな

That's the first time someone has been able to stay conscious.

保つ (ともつ) = to keep; to preserve

意識  (いしき ) = consciousness​

past tense + まま = the verb happened. Nomu kept its consciousness​ and didn’t lose it when Enji was speaking. Nomu is in the state of being conscious.

で refers to states as well. I feel like まま +で is a common combination when we want to add more after まま.

More on that topic here.

One more example of that combination.

Context: The dog-looking police officer to Deku after their fight with Stain. They were in the hospital.

掛けたままで結構だワン (woof)

There’s no need to get up.

掛ける (かける) = to rest

結構  (けっこう) = well enough; OK; tolerable​

And we will finish this post with 呪術廻戦

Context: Gojo vs Jogo. Gojo is encouraging Jogo to hold hands… Gojo’s sass level...

僕は このまま握手してもいいんだけど ... てれるなよ

I don't mind shaking hands like this... Come on, don't be shy…

The translator aimed for sass and naturalness. Good job.

握手 (あくしゅ) = hand shake

～てもいい = it’s ok if we…

てれるなよ = to be shy; to be bashful; to feel awkward; to feel embarrassed​ [here in its imperative form “don’t be shy”]

んだけど is here

このまま = in this manner; like that/this. Here you really need to see the scene. We could say, (lit.) 'Our hands can remain in such a state.' You’re physically showing to your speaker what you want to do. 

Context: Yuuji is back alive. Gojo and Shoko discuss what to do about that (episode 6).

(Shōko) ああ…. 報告 修正しないとね 

The report. I have to fix it.

(Gojo) いや このままで いい

Nah. It’s okay as it is. (lit. it's ok in its current state)

More on で is here

And the conversation continues:

(Gojo) 硝子 悪いが  記録上  悠仁 (Yuuji) は死んだままにしてくれ  

Shōko, sorry, but Yuji needs to stay dead in the report.

このままで = Gojo says that the state of the report having Itadori marked as dead is fine.

死んだままにしてくれ = past tense + まま ＋にする = leave the record which is in the state of having Yuuji marked as dead intact.

～てくれ = to do a favor.

Context: Yuuji to Gojo in the basement (episode 6). He’s ok with staying hidden for a while because he can’t face Fushiguro and Kugisaki in his current state.

今のままじゃ あいつらに顔向けできねえよ

今のまま = in my current state… He thinks he’s weak and needs to gain more power to protect his friends.

～まま can be challenging because of its nuanced usage and context-dependent meaning, however, I hope these examples helped you understand the logic behind this grammar structure a bit better.