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…god. i fucking forgot funpub insisted on the "shattered glass jazz talks as a badly written parody of Mr. T" nonsense gimmick as his sole defining characteristic. i think i genuinely tried to wipe that from my brain in self defense. fucking hell those stories are bad.
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Sam Carter I love u <3
#Sam Carter#I’m literally in love with you#specifically season 4 Sam that hair is beautiful#don’t expect too many of the other core crew members I’m very much devoted to Daniel#and my brain can only handle one infatuation at a time#but I’ll make an acception for Sam <3#Samantha Carter#Sam Carter Fanart#Stargate#Stargate SG-1#Stargate Sg1#digital art#kr_yoongi
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cw supergirl (well. cbs supergirl at the time) making reactron hate kara specifically bc she's clark's cousin and he wants revenge for whatever superman did to him was lame as fuck considering he's was literally created to be a SUPERGIRL villain (no relation to superman AT ALL). . . the chad comic kara and reactron who have extremely personal beef with one another that doesn't involve clark vs the incel show kara and reactron who only have beef BECAUSE of clark. also his show design is ugly as fuck !
#yeah yeah they had a tv budget i know but i don't accept any excuses !!#there's no reason why they couldn't have spray painted the metal bits gold !!#he's one of favorite sg villains so this is very personal to me....
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My SG sunderfroid dynamic is legit the "Red Flags" song isn't it
#maccadam#transformers#sg sunder#I'm still not over the ''mm au sunder is froid's manic pixie girlfriend'' comment#sg froid#sunderfroid#right down to the acceptance in the end where froid goes ''fuck it he's a suspicious weirdo but he's my suspicious#sg murder mystery au
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So, you guys see Saving Hope?
#michael shanks#daniel jackson#stargate#sg 1#please accept this meme#saving Hope#canadian television at it's finest
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wrt prev rb as an east asian my family is actually pretty racist! my parents specifically try as much as possible 2 stick 2 other chinese people and white people. my mothers lab assistant is muslim (i’ve met him in person b4 and hes super cool) but she never tries 2 look out 4 him at work (one example would b at a work dinner where she invited her collaborators 2 a jap restaurant without checking if it was halal..) while my father has Never worked with someone who Wasnt Chinese (always been working in china except 4 a brief stint here). both of them spew incredibly racist shit about black and brown people (theyre all ‘dangerous’ or ‘uncivilised’ or ‘gangsters’. my father Will Not shut up about how disgusting indians r about eating with their hands.) and by god i get so mad all the time bc even though i correct them they Still say and do the same discriminatory things. dont even get me started on Some People in my school who say the exact same thing even though they Already Know its horrible and disgusting of them
#daisypost#tw rant#idk theres a fuckton of internalised racism even here in sg. definitely most people r kind and accepting!#but these people specifically….. incredibly shameful and disgusting i hope they all suffer
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I need a new TV show to watch.
Some of my favs: Farscape, Castle, Firefly, Stargate SG-1, Battlestar Galactica, The West Wing, The Newsroom, Ted Lasso, Schitts Creek, XFiles.
I prefer there to be some sort of romance element and sci-fi or fantasy leaning. Not required.
Please. I need ideas!!!
#a mutual got me into Farscape a few years ago by literally just posting a gif of Claudia Black#I feel like I have seen all the tv that exists#I’m on a continuous rewatch loop of the above shows#give me a solid ship and I will sail on it#no zombies I hate zombies#open to Anime#sexist science guy in SG Atlantis turned me off that show#blasphemously cannot get into Dr who or SPN#ok I will also accept book recommendations if you made it this far down in the tags
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"TOS fans worship canon" hell yeah i do. i'm kneeling at the altar of consistency. i go to the church of coherent character arcs and artistic visions. catch me at the 12 hour prostrations of continuity
#star trek#i'm just being silly btw i understand the argument for retcons#i'll accept a retcon as long as its better than what came before#also 12 hour prostrations is a stargate sg-1 reference
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Im going to fucjcing pass out. Im going to throw up.
#✦previously... on sg 1✦#s7e22#i feel. i dont even have words#this god forsaken SHOW.#i have this feeling that they assuned the show was going to be cancled after season 7 correct?#that means im in for a Bumpy Ride i assume!#oh god im not ready to accept this im not im not im NOTTT#IM GOING TO RIP MY HAIR OUT WHAAATTTTTT
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As a long-time SG-1 fan AND an Ohioan, I THOROUGHLY APPROVE
Imagine
Sg-1 stumbling in on a society that’s just Ohio and they use their Stargate as one of those weird roadside attractions and their branding just looks like this
Where the graphic design isn’t great and they have a billboard up practically at every mile marker. Sg-1 pulls up to the gate and it’s just
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me wanting kara to get another solo that firmly places her on earth with a civilian supporting cast VS me not wanting to see her referred to as "kara danvers" ever again FIGHT
#at this point i would accept ''kara kent'' with open arms#kara zor el#that's literally the only good thing abt the recent lack of sg content. it been at least a year since someone's called her ''kara danvers''#what pains me is that her silver age origin is basically canon again (as per sg: wot and worlds finest 2022)#but i know in my heart that her precrisis lore and characterization isn't going to be present beyond that#i fear she may never be called linda again....... *fucking dies*
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Fr, the exo concert experience was UNREAL~ I cried through some of it and remember Sehun catching my eye and shaking his head as if saying "don't cry" (I mean I am not sure, but why else would he shake his head, right???? I'll just be delulu and say that he was telling me to stop crying lol) T^T also Suho literally anced right in front of where I was and ISTG MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY AT THAT MOMENT AND IS STILL WANDERING THERE *sobbing*
Free ticket to see ATEEZ?! DAYUMMMM I AM JEALOUS SKSKSKS~
I am not sure if I will ksksksksk~ There are a lot of factors to take into consideration (especially because the bangkok date is literally right after my birthday and my grandparents want to see me this year for it *sigh*)
sky omg u had ur yn moment :O !!! (he definitely shook his head to tell u to stop crying u’re not delulu !!!!) BUT HAHAHSHHDHS NOT UR SOUL STILL WANDERING THERE HELPPP honestly very understandable bcs if THE sehun was dancing in front of me i’d immediately drop to the ground
I KNOWWW RIGHT!! she didn’t end up stanning them still, but she rlly liked jongho bcs of his live vocals and i literally had a death grip on my phone the whole time she was telling me abt her concert experience thru facetime LMAOO :-D (i died a lil bit inside)
omg u’re an august baby <3 !!! and celebrating ur birthday with family sounds really nice (ur grandparents are so cute for that AA </3) !!! ateez can wait, we’ll get another chance to see them soon !!
#answered#turns out i’ll already start uni before the sg date so 😞#and im not sure if my schedule’s clear for the bangkok date#but thats oKAY bcs im already on the fifth stage of grief: acceptance 💔#….i think#legohwas
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v. we were happy
part of the 'hangman & honey' series!
summary: Honey's life lately was much like walking on air-everything was light, breezy, full of happiness and excitement. She relishes in it, enjoying her time in Haven before graduation. But if there's one thing Honey knows, it's this: when good things happen to her, the bad things will come tenfold.
word count: 7.4k (oops)
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (just to be safe); smut highly implied, but no graphic descriptions besides heavy kissing (i'm not skilled enough for that); descriptions of a panic attack; angst; honey finally getting the important feminine friendships she deserves; notable military inaccuracies
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"If you give me the slightest hint of withdrawal and abandonment, I would outdo you." -
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"Jake is going to flip his lid when he sees you, Hon!"
Haley's voice rings in Honey's left ear, the girl delicately twisting Honey's hair into a simple up-do. Sarah Grace nods in agreement, giggling as she brushes a neutral eyeshadow across Honey's eyelids. Honey smiles and gives her own soft chuckle, feeling incredibly out of place-but simultaneously comfortable-with the new experience of getting all dolled up. Of course she'd gotten herself ready for dances with Jake before, but having girlfriends do your hair and makeup was entirely different, as Honey was learning. Haley and Sarah Grace had doted and debated about looks all morning, until they both agreed and settled on a unified look to match Honey's simple black dress.
"The dress alone is going to make him want to take you right there in his backseat," Sarah Grace commented, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the bathroom in the Seresin's spare house.
"Oh, gross, SG! Give Honey more credit than that, her boy has tact, which is apparently something Ethan lacks if he's taking you in his backseat." Haley shakes her head, the sequins of her hot pink dress rustling as she moves around Honey's stool to get the back of her head. Her own blonde locks are pulled into an intricate style atop her head, the shiny hairpins glimmering in the bathroom's ample lighting.
"I think you're both overconfident in your ability to take me from homely to supermodel."
Honey's voice is quiet, but the girls hear her clearly. They're both chatterboxes, but Honey had learned quickly that they were always listening, no matter how timidly she spoke. Both of the girls cut their eyes at her with appalled expressions.
"Homely? What makes you think you're ugly, Honey? You're easily one of the prettiest girls in our class. Guys are just shallow, well, except for your boy," Sarah Grace's face breaks into a smile. Honey blushes, not sure how to accept a compliment like that. She stays quiet as the girls finish their work, but her friends can only stand the silence for so long.
"So, Honey," Haley begins as she pins back a section of Honey's hair. "How excited are you for UT? I mean you only have a few weeks until graduation, and then summer, but then it's all over and you're packing your life away to Austin."
"I'm not packing my life away, Hals, I'm still coming back for the holidays and the long weekends. It's not like I'm never coming back to Haven. I mean-" She pauses and a blush spreads across her face. "I imagine Jake wants to settle down here, get married, maybe start a family. At least that's what he's always said."
"AW!" Haley's outburst makes Honey laugh too. "You two make me SICK! Jake Seresin and his perfect little family, all the other PTA moms are gonna give you hell, girl."
Honey rolls her eyes, pursing her lips as Sarah Grace moves to paint lipstick across them. Honey's heart feels full, and her skin is warm with adoration for the girls in front of her. For the first time in her entire life, everything felt right, perfect even. But if there was one thing Honey knew well, nothing good that happens to her lasts forever. She swallows the doubt rising in her chest and stands as the two girls finally finish. She looks at herself in the mirror-a satin black dress adorns her frame, accenting all of her best features. The pearl hairpins Haley had placed in her curly hair shined in the lights, and, while uncomfortable, the heels on her feet fit perfectly. Her eyes widened, for the first time maybe ever, she feels beautiful. Tears rise behind her eyes, and she blinks quickly in an effort not to ruin the makeup. The action isn't lost on Sarah Grace who gives her a sympathetic look, tears forming in her own eyes.
"It all feels so fast, doesn't it?" Sarah Grace's voice is softer than normal. "I mean, we only just became friends and after this summer, we'll all be in different corners of the country. You'll be in Austin, Haley will be in Tennessee, and I'll be Alabama. It doesn't seem fair, does it?"
She was right, in a matter of weeks, Honey would start at UT Austin, Haley at University of Tennessee, and Sarah Grace at Auburn.
Honey shakes her head as she lets a few tears slip through. Haley is a blubbering mess next to her, her arms gathering around both Honey and Sarah Grace's shoulders.
"I love you guys," Haley's voice wobbles as she squeezes them tightly. "But hey, it's a good thing we all look damn good in orange, right? Otherwise we'd be fucked. And! We can all visit each other for games, since we already have the right colors, right?"
Honey laughed into her friend's shoulder, that sinking feeling of dread coming up her throat like bile. As Haley pulls away, she wipes the tears that had fallen, a smile on her face that didn't feel forced at all.
The girl's emotional moment is interrupted by a sharp knock to the bathroom door, Willie's voice sounding.
"You ladies ready?"
Haley said something in reply, but it didn't quiet reach Honey's ears. She was reeling in emotion, and it felt as if her ears were filled with cotton. Her heart raced, and she couldn't stop her mouth from speaking.
"H-Haley? SG?"
The two girls turn to their friend, her eyes filling with another round of tears. They both shuffle to her side, their own eyes cloudy.
"I, um, I just wanted to say...thanks. For so long I truly thought I was invisible, and I just-," she pauses, flashes of the past eight months playing behind her eyes: sleepovers and movie dates, sitting together at football games, gossiping over lunch. "-thanks for seeing me, for being my friend. You'll never know how much that, uh," Honey's bottom lip quivers. She doesn't have to finish her statement, because they've already pulled her back into a massive group hug. They all three laugh as they part, and Haley grabs her hand as they shuffle out the door to the front yard.
Immediately, Honey feels Jake's gaze on her. She pretends to ignore it for a moment, not wanting to meet his jade eyes after just crying, he'd be concerned. Instead, she leaves him waiting as she talks to Haley and SG before they both break off to their own respective partners. Finally, she meets Jake's gaze, his normally light eyes now dark, full of a longing she had only seen once before. She swallows and gives him a shy smile, approaching him timidly.
"You clean up nice, Seresin," she jokes, feeling almost nervous under his gaze, but never uncomfortable.
"Me?" He finally speaks, his calloused hands pulling her in by her hips. "Darlin', you're always beautiful, but-," he shakes his head. "This look will be in my dreams for a while."
Honey laughs, Jake's lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they shuffle over for at least an hour's worth of pictures for Janet. The last picture before they all head out, the obligatory picture under Janet's magnolia tree, was one of Honey smiling at the camera, but Jake stared down at her instead. For anyone from the outside looking in, he was simply enamored with her, and couldn't turn his eyes away. While that was true, Jake knew it had more to do with him trying to memorize the happiness painted across her face, because after tonight, he would likely never see it again.
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Music thumps in Jake's ears as he sways Honey in his arms. She's a vision below him, and he finds himself unable to keep his eyes (and his hands) off of her. She gives him a smile that dazzles as he spins and dips her to the upbeat pop song sounding from the speakers. She accidentally steps on his toes as he pulls her back in and apologizes, but he pays it no mind, it's not like he could feel it through his dress boots. She had abandoned her heels hours ago at the table they shared with their friends, his suit jacket following not long after. He grins, lifting her over his shoulder without warning, spinning her before placing her back down on her feet. She yelps in surprise, settling back into his hold, it was a move he'd pulled numerous times.
"This isn't a honky tonk! Why are you pullin' out those line dancing moves?!"
She giggles through her words, cheeks rosy with a slightly breathless blush. The action transports them to the summer of their sophomore year, spending hours upon hours in the farmhouse living room in sock feet, desperately attempting to learn the steps to a line dance Jake had convinced her to learn. Jake smiles back down at her, his hands settling on her hips, falling dangerously lower and lower each time.
"Can't I show off a little? Didn't learn all those moves for nothin'," Jake's response intertwines with his cocky smile and a wink. A plastic crown sits crooked on his head, a sash that adorned him 'Prom King' now over Willie's torso across the room. The upbeat pop song slowly morphs into a country love ballad, and Jake pulls her in close. Honey welcomes his touch, resting her head on his shoulder, one of her hands coming to the hair on the nape of his neck, the other resting on his chest. Her hair that Haley had so delicately curled was falling down around her face, and her lipstick that Sarah Grace had spent an hour and a half debating shades of had mostly been wiped away, notably making Jake's lips a little more pink than normal. She nuzzles her nose into the side of his neck as they sway, and Jake feels tingles travel up his spine. His hands pull her closer-if that was even possible-and planted a kiss on her temple.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
"Only a thousand times," Honey responds, her eyes now glimmering in the light as she looks up at him.
"Make it a thousand and one, you look beautiful tonight, baby."
He lifts a hand from her hip, pushing stray hair back behind her ear. Honey blushes, hiding her face in his neck again. She's quiet for most of the song, but it doesn't strike Jake as odd, quiet is her usual state of being. The song is fading when he hears her voice over the music.
"Does it feel weird? That everything is happening so fast? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad high school is ending, but...this time three months from now, SG and Haley will be hours away, and we'll be packing up our things and headed towards Austin. I swear to God just yesterday we were nine years old riding bikes up and down the road and now..."
Honey cuts off her own sentence. Jake certainly knew how fast the time was flying. The dread he had been swallowing for weeks was creeping back up, and the guilt of not telling her was beginning to weigh him down completely.
"It's flyin' by, for sure."
She closes her eyes and lets him sway her for the rest of the song, before the sweet song shifts to one more fit for fast-paced dancing. It was late into the night, and it was likely the adults would be kicking them out within the next hour. He waited for Honey's body to detach from his own, but when it never did, he looked down at her. Her eyes meet his, a look of desperation crossing her face. He'd know that look anywhere-she was overstimulated, and ready to go. He pulls her away just a few inches, his hands still lingering on her hips.
"Why don't you go tell the girls you're leavin' and we'll get out of here?"
She was tired of the party, the crowds, the loud music, and was relieved when she didn't have to utter a word for Jake to understand her discomfort. She nodded and shuffled to bid her friends farewell, returning back to their shared table to slide her shoes back on. Jake catches her out of the corner of his eye and approaches her, a confused look written across his face.
"What're you doin'?"
Honey looks up, "Puttin' my shoes on?"
"They hurt your feet, just let me carry you to the truck."
"That's sweet, J, but I'm heavy and this dress-"
"I wasn't askin', baby," His eyes are that same dark shade from before, and she simply swallows her retort.
He sticks his arm out for her to take, her heels now dangling from his opposite hand. She wraps her hand around his bicep until they reach the door, where he scoops her up as if she weighs nothing. Her arms instantly intertwine around his neck, a laugh escaping her as she laughs at the absurdity of it all-Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, carrying her bridal style to his truck.
"Somethin' about this funny?"
She simply shakes her head and looks up at him, her face hot.
"Just, imaginin' what eight-year-old us would think, ya know? Nine-year-old Honey would've never imagined this. Would the younger you ever picture this?"
Jake doesn't even have to think.
"Yeah, yeah he could. I was in love with you the second I saw you, Honey, I just didn't know it yet."
Honey is rendered speechless, a warmth spreading in her torso and filtering to the rest of her body. Her eyes dart between his own as he slides her into the passenger side of his truck, darting down to place her shoes at her feet, slinging his jacket in the backseat. He goes to close the door, but her voice stops him.
"Jake?"
He looks up at her, an expression drawn across her face that he'd never seen before. He notes her chest rapidly rising and falling with short breaths, her eyes blown wide and dark, her body language radiating a sort of familiar heat that Jake had felt earlier in the night, when he had first seen her in the dress she was wearing.
"What is it, baby?" His voice is barely above a whisper.
She says nothing, bringing his face in-between her hands as she kisses him with a fervor he'd never seen coming from her. His own hands meet her hips, sliding her across the seat and closer to him. It's all lust, clashing teeth and heated kisses, his hands resting too far down her back and gripping her thighs, her lips on the plane of his neck.
She pulls away, breathless.
"We should get out of here."
Jake didn't have to be told twice as he raced over to the driver's side, his hand finding her leg as he peeled out of the parking lot. Her lips placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw as his grip tightened on her, and Jake was thanking the heavens above his grandparents had built that spare house nearly a mile and a half out from their own house. Jake was the epitome of a southern gentleman, never pushing or even insinuating the few intimate acts they'd shared so far, but now, with Honey looking like that, with her lips teasingly caressing his neck, most of his control had flown out the window.
Jake made it to the house in record time (by running a few stop signs and speeding) and all but flung himself out of the truck, pressing his lips fervently against her own as he pulled her from the truck, and was prepared to break down the damn door of the house to get her alone. He tossed his own shoes off at the door, pushing open the bedroom door with his foot as he plopped her carefully on the bed. She gave a soft chuckle, and he hovers over her close enough to feel her heart racing. He brings his hand to her cheek, his eyes meeting hers. His own chest heaves with short breaths, his mind muddled as he gazes into her dark irises. He brings his own lips to her neck and trailed down to her collarbone, the hands on her waist falling lower and lower as he moves his lips down her skin. He stops himself, looking down at her as his voice grows low and serious.
"Are you sure about this, baby? We can stop at any point. We can stop this right now, no pres-"
Her shaky hands fall on either side of his face, her fingers combing through his blonde locks.
"Jake," she pauses, using a beat to catch her breath. "I've never been more sure of anything. I have nothing to hide from you, I want you to do this. I-I love you."
Jake's heart hammers.
"I love you too."
His lips connect with her own, his calloused hand pushing the strap of her dress down her shoulder exposing her bare skin to him. As she revels under his touch, his mind only sees her, and he could not fathom thinking of her in any other way than in her state of pure bliss.
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Hours later, as the moonlight glows on Honey's bare skin, Jake's momentary euphoria is diminishing. He watches her chest rise and fall as she sleeps, his fingers lightly tracing shapes onto her arm. She moves closer to him subconsciously, her face buried into the crook of his neck. He's wide awake, relishing in the contact as long as he can, because this time tomorrow, he'll be stammering and stuttering as he tells her the truth. His mind goes in circles about the acceptance letter hidden in the boot box under his bed. He takes a deep breath and kisses her temple before closing his eyes and willing his mind to shut off, but the storm swirling in his heart keeps him from resting. Jake instead spends his night watching her sleep, seeing her eyes flutter as she dreams, and thanks his lucky stars for the short time he had in her orbit. As the sun's rays begin to shine through the curtains of the bedroom, Jake's eyes finally began to close with sleep, his dreams peaceful.
Honey wakes with to the blinding sunlight hours later. She squints her eyes at the intruding brightness, before adjusting and opening them fully. She looks up to see Jake’s eyes closed with sleep, his blonde locks tossed about haphazardly. Even in sleep his eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, not liking seeing him in discomfort. She kisses the underside of his jaw lightly, and it causes him to stir just slightly. She shuffles just a bit in his hold, her body tired, but her mind wide awake. He shuffles again before his eyes blink open, and his spare hand rubs the sleep from them before looking down at her. He grins.
“Hi,” she speaks sheepishly, her pointer finger drawing shapes against his bare shoulder.
“Mornin’ baby,” He whispers down to her, kissing the crown of her head as he’s waking up. He knows they need to get dressed and shuffle back up to the house soon, or else his grandparents would be nosing around. Them lying naked in bed together was the last thing he wanted them to see.
“Are you okay?”
Her words take him by surprise. He wrinkles his brows, pushing her still slightly curly hair out of her face, before letting it rest around her waist again.
“M’peachy, darlin’. Why? Do I look rough or somethin’?”
She shakes her head.
“You were frownin' in your sleep, thought you were having a bad dream or something.”
Jake sighs, he wished it was only a bad dream. He painted on a smirk.
“I’m fine, promise. Didn’t get much sleep, couldn’t stop staring at the pretty girl in my arms.”
Honey wasn’t quite sure if she believed him, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment by pestering him.
“Such a flirt, Seresin,” she rises up to rest on her elbows, leaning down to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. “We should probably head back up before the old folks start poking around.”
He nods, another signature grin forming on his face.
“I’ll get up and movin’ as soon as you do.”
Honey plops back down against her pillows, the sunlight on her exposed skin now giving her a sunkissed appearance. It made Jake’s insides flame with want again, and he says nothing before kissing her neck again. She’s underneath him again in a split second, the air filled with the chirping of the morning birds and the sounds of pleasure tumbling from both of their lips. After they both reach their highs, she collapses back onto her pillow, his warm hands pulling her back to his front. He nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck, placing a kiss there as he lightly rubs his thumb against the top of her hip. They relish in one another’s presence in the shared bed, stealing kisses and not-so-innocent touches. They’re both too caught up in one another to realize that time was ticking by faster than they could imagine.
As Jake fell asleep next to her, he dreamt of a life years from now, curled into the very bedroom he’d fallen asleep in, a little different in decor, and definitely some thicker curtains, but she’d been bare beneath him, her sweet sounds filling his ears. He’d collapsed next to her, but when he looked down, a gold band adorned his left hand. When sunlight began to peep from around the windows of the imaginary life he created, he noted the sound of children’s laughter in the next room over. When he woke up to find Honey resting under his chin, his dream had almost felt real, more a glimpse into the future rather than a dream.
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The cloud they live on seems to float into the next few weeks. It was as if they were finally falling victim to all of the typical teenage love things: sneaking around behind his grandparents back, keeping as quiet as possible while they fooled around with one another in shared sheets. They'd sneak out Jake's window and sneak off to an empty pasture in Jake's truck for complete solitude, just the two of them under a starry Texas sky. Honey had never smiled so wide, and her happiness practically radiated off of her. Jake couldn't help but feel her happiness just by being in her presence, her true bubbly nature on full display for him.
But the day before graduation, they're knocked down from their personal cloud nine.
Honey had left the house early for Haley's-a whole day for Honey to enjoy the warm Texas weather before the stress of graduation tomorrow. She'd been so happy before leaving, bumbling around their shared room in a swimsuit that made Jake's head spin. He'd tempted her to stay behind, all puppy dog eyes and grabby hands. She simply ignored him, grabbing her book of the week off of its designated spot on the bedside table, intending to read it while she sat poolside. She left with a beach towel in hand and a kiss on his cheek.
The second the front door shut with her departure, Jake had been a bundle of nerves, completely on edge as he paced back and forth. By the time he finally settled onto the mattress he had likely worn a hole in the carpet of his bedroom. He had finally procrastinated until the literal very last day, and now he had to burst her bubble with something they could've settled already if he'd just told her. He fumbled with the letter in his hand, rereading the paper over and over as if the words would magically change. His full legal name stared back at him in big, black, bold letters, almost taunting him.
'Mr. JACOB T. SERESIN III
1021 SERESIN FARM RD.
HAVEN, TX 77382
Dear Jacob,
I am pleased to invite you to join the United States Naval Academy as a member of the class of...'
Jake stopped, he didn't need to read anymore. He already knew what it said, and it wouldn't change. He'd already sent his acceptance, and, in less than a month he'd be on his way to Maryland for his summer. He slammed the letter onto the empty spot on the bedside table, throwing on his boots and heading towards the barn in an effort to focus his attention on something else. He worked silently, only his grumbles filling the air as his mind spun with the thousand different ways he was going to explain this to the person who he loved most. He had put it off for far too long, and he had to tell her, today. No more making excuses or putting it off, he would do it, no matter how terrified it made him. He took a deep breath and swiped at the sweat forming on his face as he made his way out to the fence line that needed repairing-that'd keep him busy for a while. As he worked, he was so laser-focused he had hardly noticed the sun beginning to set, or the sound of Haley's car rolling down the driveway. He definitely didn't hear the sound of his girlfriend's sweet laughter as she bid her friend farewell and rushed into the house to find him.
She frowned as she looked on the main floor, finding no signs of him, and she shuffled up the stairs as she called after him.
"Jake, are you up here?"
She noted his open bedroom door, and made her way in. Her shoulders fell as his presence was lacking in the empty room. She shook her head and plopped her bag onto his desk chair and moved to sit her (completely unread) novel onto it's spot on the bedside table, only to find the spot already filled. She assumed the paper was for her, maybe a note left by Jake, so she picked it up and began to read it. Her entire body stilled as she noted Jake's full name in a bold font, his address underneath.
'Dear Jacob,
I am pleased to invite you to join the United States Naval Academy...'
Her heart raced, eyes darting as she skimmed over the fluff of the letter, her attention going back when she noticed dates in bold letters.
'Induction Day is June 27th, which is the beginning of your-"
She stopped reading, her chest feeling tight. She sits down on the bed as she rereads the paper in her hand, as if she had misread the words printed so clearly on the page. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was reeling. She simply could not believe this was real, it had to be some mistake in the system. Jake wouldn't be leaving for Maryland come late June, he was coming with her to UT in August. As her chest heaved, she raced down the stairs with the letter held tightly to her torso. She was thankful Janet and Jacob Sr. had been selling at the farmer's market this afternoon, because her emotions had begun to rise to concerning levels, and if Jake didn't explain, things would get explosive.
When she reached the end of the stairs, she caught his work hat out of the corner of her eye.
"Hey, baby, didn't see you come in," His face is painted with a smirk as he leans against the kitchen counter, glass of water in hand. Honey is having none of his flirtations.
"Jake, what is this?" She lifts the letter so the words were facing him.
Jake's smirk falls, his eyes peering into her own, and he swallows thickly. He says nothing, his mouth feeling incredibly dry despite the water he had just downed.
"This is a joke right? O-Or some mix-up in the system? Maybe you should call them, m-maybe there's another Jacob Thomas Seresin in the system and they sent it to the wrong address, or-" She's shaking her head as she looks down at the letter in her shaky hands. "Because this can't be right. I mean...right?"
Jake looks at her, her chest heaving with short breaths, eyes darting between him and the letter in her trembling hold. She bites her lip, waiting for him to speak, to reassure her it was a big mistake, or a mean prank he'd planted for her, just for him to say something.
He longs to look down and see anger behind her eyes, or for her to scream and shout at him, anything to diminish the pleading look that stares up at him.
"Jake? Talk to me, what's going on?"
He had been quiet for too long. He shakes his head at her.
"I-It's not some mix-up, Honey. I'm going to the Naval Academy at the end of June."
Honey's eyes dart back and forth between his own, trying to understand.
"As like a summer program or somethin'?"
Jake shakes his head again, moving slowly to take the letter from her, grasping her trembling hands into his own.
"I'm attending the Academy full-time. I-"
Honey begins to tune out everything he's saying, as if his words had shut off her ability to think. She stares down at her feet, not sure what to say.
"-I-I wanted to tell you soo-"
"How long have you known?"
Her abrupt words cut him off, and he looks at her confused.
"I-"
"Because I've only heard mention of the Naval Academy once. During football season, and only in passing," She pauses, her once bright eyes now heavy with sorrow. "H-Have you been lying to me this whole time?"
She takes two timid steps back from him, ripping her hands from his grasp.
"Honey, baby, no, I-"
"Don't call me that," her voice is quiet, and when he looks up at her again, her eyes are full of tears that had slowly begun to fall down her cheeks. "This induction d-date, it's less than a month from now. Were you ever going to tell me if I didn't find this?"
Her arms are crossed across her chest, her body language fully on defense. There was no shouting or sharp comments that were fueled by anger, as Jake had expected. Instead of lashing out at him, she simply folded in on herself.
"All these months, everything we talked about. Going to college together, movin' in together, marriage, babies...was it some sick joke to you? Because that shit was real to me, Jacob."
The use of his full name comes as a digging surprise, she only ever used it in a joking manner, but now, she was far from joking. Jake doesn't say anything, standing stupidly as the girl he loves falls apart in front of him. His mind is overrun with things he wants to say to her, to shout from the rooftop, but none of it seems worthy enough at this moment. He's hurt her, in a way he couldn't imagine he ever would, and nothing he could say would fix it.
"I-If you wanted to break up with me," she stops, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes as her lips tremble on the cusp of a sob. She takes a deep breath, one that looks painful even through Jake's own teary eyes. "I-If you wanted to break up with me, yo-you should've just told me, because this, this is so much worse."
Jake's heart sinks, that's the last thing he wanted to do.
"Honey, I'm not breakin' up with you. I-I'm doin' this for you," His chest is rising and falling just as rapidly as hers, but he's not quite as good at pulling the reins of his own emotions. "If I went to UT, I'd waste my grandparents' money takin' classes I would half-ass, and probably permanently damage my body playin' football. I'd come back to Haven after wastin' four years, take over the farm, and stay here forever until I die, n-"
"That's a bad thing? I didn't realize my dreams were so lowly compared to yours." Her voice is sharp. Her uneasiness is now festering in insecurity, and, as a result, anger.
"That's not what I'm sayin'," Jake tries to slow his breathing, desperate pleading with her to just listen to him. "When I go and do this Honey, we'll have a better life. You'll get a gorgeous house on a beautiful piece of land, in any city in the country you want. I'll get to do what I truly want to do for the rest of my life. Honey, I know you love Haven, God, I do too, it's my home, but you and I both know we're made for somethin' bigger, baby."
She can't even bear to look at him, putting almost all of her energy in not collapsing into gut-wrenching sobs in the middle of the tile floor. She shakes her head as she lets out a dry laugh.
"You're so hard-headed, Jake. I already have a gorgeous house on a beautiful piece of land, in the only city in the world I'd want to plant roots in. My house could be a cardboard box next to a dumpster in New York City if you were next to me! You think UT was my dream school, that I wanted to plant my life in Austin?! I chose it because I knew you'd be by my side! That was all I ever wanted! But now I'm realizin' just how girlish and naive that sounds, and I'm sorry. I-I didn't realize you dreamt of somethin' different. I-I just wish you would've told me." She wipes the stray tears sliding down her face, the sad, watery smile he expected her to wear paints her face. She looks back down at her hands, picking at the skin around her nails.
"Congratulations," her voice is so small he hardly hears it. "I know you'll do great, you always do. I, um, I'm gonna go home."
Jake's blood freezes. "You are home."
She gives him another faux smile as she shakes her head back and forth.
"This is your home, Jake. My home is at the end of the road. You know where to find me."
"No," he steps in front of her. "I-I know you're angry, and you've got every right to be. But I'm not lettin' you go back there. You take our bed, I'll sleep on the couch. O-Or we can sleep in separate rooms for now. I'm not lettin' you run off because you're scared I'm leavin'. No matter what you think, I still love you, that's never changin'. I'm not dumpin' you off, Honey, that isn't what this is."
He sees it, the light completely draining from her as the conversation continues. The years of breaking her out of her shell, of healing her eternal worry of everyone she loves leaving, it was all wiped within a matter of minutes. He had carved an open wound into the heart he'd sewn back together, and now, she stands in front of him, numb and completely breaking simultaneously.
Her back is facing him, and his hand lands softly on her arm as her torso shudders with an audible sob. She clutches at her chest as her breaths are short and ragged, and Jake knows this action well. She's panicking, her anxious thoughts culminating in physical symptoms. As much as he, too, wanted to collapse into a pile of grief, he moved to help her through her own.
"Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay," Jake's voice is at a normal level, his hand grabbing her own and bringing it to his chest. "You gotta breathe, darlin'. C'mon."
Her eyes look up at him, and he doesn't even recognize the person staring back at him. It shakes him to his core, but he pushes through until she's breathing calmly next to him, both of their backs against the counter as they sit on the cold kitchen tile. In an action he doesn't quite understand, she moves to rest her head on his shoulder. She doesn't utter a word, but she allows him to hold her close. She falls asleep against him, and he brings her to his own bed, tucking her in before placing a kiss on her forehead. He moves to leave the room, but her voice stops him.
"Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave. Stay with me, please. I don't want to lose you before I have to."
He doesn't argue, his heart is too tender to ever deny her request. He slides into the sheets next to her as she tucks her head under his chin, as if nothing had changed. But, for Honey, everything had changed.
She had been a fool, stupid, to think Jake wouldn't dump her after taking what he wanted from her. Her mother's sharp words rang around in her mind:
"That Seresin boy will dump you the second he gets what he wants, girl. Just you watch."
"You? With a boy like him? You must be more stupid than I thought, sweetheart."
"You're going to end up just like me, lied to, cheated on, with a ungrateful, bitch daughter who hates your guts."
Jake rested peacefully, while Honey saw everything she feared most come alive around her. Silent tears ran down her own face, and as she sat there, she knew what she had to do-if Jake was going to abandon her, she'd follow suit.
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The night of graduation, after diplomas had been given out and caps had been thrown, Honey and Jake's small friend group had all come together on the Seresin's place, gathered around a bonfire in an empty clearing, most of them nursing bottles of alcohol they had smuggled from their parents' supply. Honey watched as Jake laughed with Brett and Willie, darting her eyes down when Ethan brought Sarah Grace into a smothering kiss as she jokingly pushed him off of her. She felt like the Honey she used to be-sitting idly on the sidelines as life happened to everyone else. She carried a heavy sadness and anger in her chest, one she could never put down, not even with the concoction of various liquids in the solo cup she held, occasionally taking sips. The burn felt nice, an easy distraction from the gnawing of anger in her chest. She smiled as Willie pulled her from her chair and made her dance to a stupid country song, feeling a little lighter as she let loose. One look at Jake had her shut down again, recluse in her green lawn chair. As the night carried on, she looked out at her friend group one last time, memorizing the warm feeling, because it was the last time they would be her friends. Come morning, she'd be long gone from Haven, and, since they were Jake's friends first, she'd lose them.
After the festivities of the night were over and their guests had stumbled back to their own homes, Jake and Honey made their way back inside, carrying out their routine as if it was any other night. Despite the unresolved feelings she carried, Honey refused to let Jake carry them too. She remained neutral, still sleeping in his arms every night, still tagging along at events, as far as he knew, they had three days until he left for the Academy, and he had planned to spend every waking moment with her. He had no idea of the plans that Honey had, the ones that would unexpectedly change his life forever.
The Seresin farm house was eerily quiet. Everyone was asleep as the moonlight seeped in through the thin curtains. At least, mostly everyone.
Under the guise of the darkness, Honey slips out of Jake's arms slowly, moving so carefully as to not wake him up. If he woke up and caught her, she'd never go through with her plan, she'd be sucked back into bed with his encapsulating emerald eyes and his desperate pleas for her to stay. She shuffles across the hall to her own bedroom, sliding the duffel bag she'd packed out from under her bed, sliding on her trusty Converse high tops, and shutting the door behind her. As she shuffles down the stairs with Jake's car keys in her hands, her racing mind thinks of the conversation they'd had just four days prior. She'd been sleeping in his grasp as he whispered down to her.
"My truck," he started, his hands intertwining in her hair. "I want you to take it, to UT. I won't be here to use it, and it'll make me feel better knowing you'll have a way to get back and forth."
She'd protested and fought him on it, but now, as she snuck out of the creaky front door, she was glad he'd done it. She slung her bag into the back seat, sliding into the driver's side, and slamming the door closed. Her chest heaves with anxious breaths, tears already clouding her eyes. She shoves them down and adjusts the seat that had been set for Jake's lanky legs, and turns the key. The local country station comes on, and Honey ignores it, turning her body to look out the back glass and backs the truck out of the yard and down the dusty driveway, ready for the long drive ahead of her. She was leaving Jake in a way that only felt right-he wasn't going to take that from her, she wouldn't be the one abandoned this time-he would.
Jake had woken as he heard her footsteps descend down the stairs. It wasn't unusual, Honey had been up at all hours of the night since the day of their disagreement. He shut his eyes closed again, leaving his arms open for her to slide back into. When the sound of his truck starting fills his ears, he pops his eyes open, not bothering to even throw on a shirt as he takes the stairs two at a time, running through his house and out the front door in only his boxers. He only gets a glimpse of the taillights down the driveway as his bare feet hit the grass of the yard. He's stomping back through the house, not caring much if he wakes anyone. He's lifting the house phone with a quick pace, dialing her cellphone number even quicker. As he expected, no answer. His hands shake, his heart hammers, and he runs back up the stairs to at least toss on a shirt and some shoes, his looks be damned. He was going to grab the keys to his grandfather's truck and take after her, she couldn't have made it further than down the road by now.
When he slams open his door, he notices the letter on his nightstand, because it's out of place. Normally, Honey's book or multiple books rest there, ready for her to pick up whenever. Instead it's a flat, white sheet of paper, and he glares at it as if he could make it catch flames. He snatches it up and opens it, expecting to find Honey's delicate cursive etched onto it in ink. Instead he finds typed letters, Honey's legal first and last name in big, bold letters at the top of the page. She had likely denoted her preferred name, because it was used in the greeting.
"Dear Honey,
Congratulations on your admission to Mississippi State University! For over 100 years, MSU..."
Jake stops reading, his unease turning into flaming hot anger. He slams the letter back onto the nightstand as tears form in his eyes, his chest growing tight with the bout of sobs threatening to fall from his lips. He sits down on his mattress, his head in his hands as he lets his silent tears fall onto the carpet below. How had he not noticed it? Had there been signs? There had been no sudden withdrawal of her affections, no serious changes in her mood. As Jake calms the best he can at the moment, he realizes she didn't mean this in malice, just like he didn't have any malice behind shipping off to the Academy. He loved her, and, at least he hoped, she still loved him. They had been sewn at the hip since they were nine years old, perhaps it was due time they went their separate ways. No matter how much he told himself that this was for the better, he felt alone, empty. At this moment, despite knowing and loving her for over a decade, Jake, for the first time in his life, finally knew exactly how Honey always felt: abandoned.
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Yandere! Male! Stripper x client! gn! reader
Ehh it feels so weird writing another yandere after MONTHS of only writing about the pre-implemented boys. So, enjoy!
Also, Dino isn't human. Just putting that there so ya'll aren't put off!
Also, extra long fic as an apology for the delay.
Notes: Inherently sexual talk, exploitation, implied coercion (not to the reader, and not elaborated. Only mentioned) Cryptid(?) Mentioned is not accurate, more like a self interpretation.
Yandere! Stripper name: Dino (Dee-no)
The music was so loud inside the prestigious strip club named "Tease." Red lights that hurts to look at if you're not used to it, the smell of alcohol, smoke, and sex lingering in the air, and how can one forget the display of skin exposed?
In this strip club, almost everything is allowed as long as it's consensual.
That comes with a lot of loopholes that a lot of clients exploit, but the way the club only panders to those who have a lot of money, aka the upper echelon of society, means that they get to get away with their... faults, most of the time.
Prestigious in name, their workers and strippers were pampered yet were overworked in a sense that they are obliged to do thing even if they're not in the contract. For example, sleeping with their clients.
It's called the "Special golden shower". Despite it's unfortunate yet intentional name, the client will order from an array of drinks on a menu, and one of them is the "Special golden shower" or SGS for short. This 5,000$ splurge of money is a way to order a stripper for a night. And, if you add 5,000$ more, the stripper is theirs for 24 hours. Of course, the club isn't stupid enough to not throw in freebies. The client can rent a "special" room, in which there's a stripper pole on a stage, a king sized bed, sanitized toys, and contraceptives. There's also alcohol, even food if they want. And the add on for 5k$? They can take out their choice of stripper from the club.
The stripper? Forced to accept it since the split of the money is 50/50. That's 2,500 for a night. If lucky, 5,000.
There's also a special incentive to those who "booked and hooked" clients the most every month. Straight up 3,000$ bonus.
Now who would say no to that?
And the stripper who consistently got number 1 spot for the male strippers, and possibly overall, is Dino.
Nobody knew where Dino came from. He just came to Tease one day, wanting a job as a stripper, saying that he fits their criteria with so much confidence.
And he did. His body, obviously a product of rigorous work out, is lean yet muscular. His hair was luscious and smooth, obviously well groomed. A smooth, angular face that's universally handsome, and stature that rivals even to those in beauty pageants.
Also, his demeanor that's always a "yes-man" made him the perfect employee.
The Tease management love him. He rakes in so much money because he pulls in so much clients. Like an idol, he has loyal fans that goes crazy whenever they knew Dino would have a show. Money upon money, they would scramble to get the SGS bundle. And those who underwent Dino's "care", they would say it was the best sex they had in their entire life. Hell, they said they felt so tired and so weak afterwards. Some even had to get a wheelchair.
Well, that was the rumors anyways.
But this honestly made you curious.
"Hey! Did you hear that the owner's kid is visiting?"
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know really. But this means we need to put on a show. Like a really good show."
Dino paused from washing his face, hearing his other stripper-mates talk about the owner's kid.
He grabbed his soft towel and patted dry his face, intrigued by the news. So he went to his chair and started to slowly put his skin care routine while eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Shit, do you think I can bag 'em? Maybe they'll order the SGS."
"You sure the kid isn't ugly or something? I don't want to fuck some ugly ass--"
"SHUT YOUR TRAP DUDE. Do you want to get fired or something?"
Dino rolled his eyes and decided to shut the conversation from his mind and continued to do his skincare.
'Foolish humans, really. Can they be so conceited in face of such a large sum of money?'
Dino isn't exactly human.
When he's finally of-age, he decided to leave his hometown and mingle with the humans. He's always been so fascinated with them, seeing these people that holds no kind of power at all yet almost dominated earth.
His parents warned him that they are nothing but greedy and destructive. Did he listen? No.
When he finally got to the mainland, he got swept up by the wrong crowd. And naive Dino, got plunged into the night life.
The once bubbly and kind incubus is no more.
At least, with his current lifestyle, he gets fed regularly with sexual energy and life force to the point that he doesn't need to drain that much energy at all. Besides, he enjoys the attention sometimes. If the people weren't creeps.
His parents were right. Humans are disgusting creatures who will spend so much money just for a night of pleasure. And they don't even need it, it's a want.
Their stares, their words, their touches... It's absolutely vile.
But then, Dino is a hypocrite. The money that came from it was too good to be true that even though he doesn't like it, he continued to be Tease's number 1 employee.
He sometimes dream of what his life once was. A hopeless romantic, someone who will find the perfect partner, and promise eternal love with one another. Respecting boundaries, safely and consensually explore kinks and plays, and Dino would only feed on their sexual energy and not anybody else.
That's now a far fetched dream.
The door creaked open, making him snap out of his train of thought.
"Show's in an hour. The owner's kid will be watching, so be presentable... As much as a stripper can be, and give them a memorable time." The stage manager said, before leaving them once more.
Dino sighed and put on his latex micro shorts, kinky boots, and his leather straps. A little bit of perfume, and a sweep of his hair. Some glitter, and he's done.
As expected, a lot of people came for Dino. He tried to squint his eyes as he leaned on the pole. The blaring lights didn't allow him a clear vision of the people on the audience. So he can't tell who's who at all.
The money kept raining as he did a back bend, ascending to an Ayesha. He wanted to bag the owner's kid so much. Maybe they'll give more money.
So he amped up the allure, and admittedly, he raised his charms by using his powers.
More money raining on him, he decided to just give the ultimate show he can.
As expected, he heard the bell that someone ordered the SGS bundle for him.
"You lucky dog." The stage manager slapped his ass, making him glare at him. "The owner's kid booked a 24 hour SGS bundle for you. That's 5k. But that must mean nothing to you since you always get 'em."
Dino smirked, it worked well.
So, he cleaned himself up and went up to the special room.
He saw you, and he's genuinely surprised. He thought you were gonna be some... "Facially challenged" person, but he finds you very pleasant looking. Attractive even.
"Hello, i'm Dino." His smooth voice came out of his mouth. "And may I ask your name, master?"
He smirks. Most clients liked it if he called them master.
You frowned a bit before waving him off.
"Please don't call me that." You said, a bit overwhelmed. "Honestly, i'm only here to shake off my dad. He's really strict, and thinks I shouldn't go anywhere near Tease. So..."
Dino blinked. He didn't expect the owner to be a "wash-hand" type of person. Wash-hand as in he tries to keep his reputation clean but his work involves something "nasty" in society's standard.
"Really? And you're already an adult. So what's with his business breathing down on your neck like that?" For the first time, Dino felt comfortable talking with a client. He sat down on the stage's ledge and looked at you.
"Ugh. I don't know." You twirled your hair with your fingers. And this action didn't go unnoticed by Dino who was looking at you intently. "He's not the best person. He thinks that if I go near here, i'll turn into a... Whore."
Dino was flabbergasted. "What the fuck? What kind of father..."
"I know right?" You raised your hand, annoyed. "I hate him so much."
He started to examine you. True to your words, your outfit is on the conservative side. The only skin showing is your hands, neck, collar bone, and face. In all honesty, you stick out like a sore thumb.
"Hey, you know..." Dino cleared his throat. "With you booking me, that means that I will do whatever you want. Um, so are you here to rebel? Maybe loose your virginity to me or something?" Dino tried to laugh, wanting to lighten the mood. "Or are you secretly not one already?"
"Oh no. I'm not here for that." You stopped him from saying more. "I'm just here to piss my dad off, spend his money in here. I mean, it will still be his really. And renting you for 24 hours will make him go crazy. So uh, help a poor person here?"
For the first time, he didn't dread SGS. Somehow, that lifted a heavy weight on his shoulders even just this once.
It's a well needed break that he welcomed.
"Yeah, sure. Why not. What could go wrong?"
Everything went wrong.
Dino panted, gripping the counter as he washed his face again and again.
But somehow, he can't get rid of the fluster he's feeling right now.
It's been months since he first met you. And true to your words, you both only hung out. A natural friendship born out of helping each other took place. You were his rest, and he was your hero.
He's content with that.
"Like hell I am." He spat out, glaring at the mirror as he brushes his hair back.
That only lasted for two months.
The way you talked to him like he's an actual person and not a sex toy-- it was so refreshing that he started to look forward to your every booking.
Yes, you regularly went back to Tease to book him again and again to piss off your dad who can't do anything. After all, he's all bark and no bite.
It was dangerous.
The more he learned about you, the more he wanted to dig more. At first, he thought you were just a spoiled human who wanted to rebel against your father. But in reality, you were a person who was swallowed by FOMO, and been left out so much because of your upbringing.
He felt pity at first, and that pity turned into a need to save you from your father. He wanted you to experience things you wanted to. Like alcohol, sex, or just to party in general.
As bad as it sounds, he desires to drag you down and influence you to the night life that he knows. Which is darker than the standard. He wants you to know how it feels, he wants you to feel what he knows...
Until that want turned to wanting you.
When did it all start? This heavy feeling inside of him?
His buried innocence was surfacing once more. His hopeless romanticism is eating him alive every time you talked to him. He felt like you were saving him from the wretched world he knows.
Classic knight saves the princess trope, he knows. But god does it feel good to be treated like a person for once. He felt so alive around you and your understanding and non-judgmental personality. He loved that you didn't feel disgusted every time he touches you, or winces at his clothes.
He aggressively rubs the towel on his face and throws it back on the hamper before marching to his chair. He started to quickly apply his skin care routine. The unwanted excitement of seeing you again was bubbling beneath his skin.
He needs to be more beautiful. More handsome, exquisite.
More. And more.
Your damned eyes. Your eyes that he can't forget about at all.
"Fuck!" He almost broke the mirror when he threw his moisturizer bottle at it. "I'm so far gone..."
Your eyes that didn't hold any affection for him.
He can feel it. The need to take you against your will. The hunger for that life force and sexual energy that he desperately needs. But he shouldn't. He really shouldn't.
After all, you kept booking him again and again without any sex. He's about to keel over and just take you then and there just to get what he needs. Especially that it's the first time in so long that he's gone so long without an abundance of it.
He's loosing control. Quickly.
"Hey, Dino. The owner's kid is here again. They said you're booked again for them. Just making sure you know." The stage manager said, breaking the silence in the empty dressing room. Dino nodded and grabbed his boots to wear.
He's going insane.
He wants to be the only one in your eyes. He wants to be your every firsts.
So he'll doll himself up more and more just for you to look his way with unbridled love that he so desperately craves.
And maybe, you'll save him from this hellhole he created once and for all.
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Hello author ^w^ Could you write something for SG Optimus Prime x human reader? He's the meanest, evilest bot and I want to see what you can do with him
There's definitely a Shattered Glass wiki, but it also feels like a lot of people are doing their own thing with it. Thank you @drunkeninlovesailor for discussing SG with me until I got a good vibe for what I was going for. Surprisingly no warnings other than dubious morality lol
Something is terribly wrong and you know it. You’ve been shown only kindness until now, but there’s a dread hanging over your head like the sword of Damocles. Some part of your ingrained instinct knows this is a trap, but what can you do when, in person, he’s treated you with utmost kindness? You know the rumors, you’ve seen the tapes, the pictures, the news broadcasts showing you undoctored footage of what he’s done to your kind. And yet, your brain refuses to believe it. Be it some kind of self-protective measure to cope with your current circumstances, or pure idiocy on your part – it doesn’t matter in the end. You’re here, of your own volition no less, at the Autobot leader's side overlooking the vast array of data at your disposal. It’s an easy distraction. How can it not be? Architecture unlike anything you’ve ever seen, technology you can’t even begin to wrap your mind around, towering monoliths of the Golden Age and libraries larger than human countries. He’s told you so much during these last couple of days, about his old life as a clerk – a glorified librarian from what you understand – translating codes into writing and filing through endless documents. How his life changed when he met a gladiator from the pits of Kaon, nameless until the crowds bestowed upon him the title Megatronus, after one of the thirteen primes. How they saw corruption in the system and aimed to change it, only for their alliance to fall apart.
Betrayal isn’t something you’ve experienced on his level, but you can empathize with him, let him know you care about him, and he does appreciate it. Appreciate you. Nothing you offer can measure up to their kind, yet he gazes upon you with a special warmth in his optics. Shame used to make you sick to the core when it started, brain going into overdrive and screaming at you to book it out of there whenever he touched you. Sometimes, you flinched, and he would pull back and mutter a low but earnest apology. He gave you space to adjust, and despite every instinct tearing you away from him, you made the effort to relax your muscles and unclench your jaw. And you’re happy. So very happy you accepted him in spite of the terror consuming you. It feels good to be handled so gently by a giant; metal digits gliding over your body with utmost care, pressing into the softness between your legs and rubbing until you see stars. You’ve fucked yourself with his spike and valve more times than you care to admit, collapsing after the umpteenth orgasm. Then, shivering from pleasure, you would meet his unyielding gaze, something burning inside his optics that was the furthest thing from respect. It vanished, yes, it always did, but it didn’t change what you saw. You want to say it was something else, some personal frustration slipping through at the wrong moment, anything to justify the contempt you witnessed. The more you focus on it, the worse it gets. Is it so wrong to choose ignorance? To look the truth in the face and avert your eyes? You must be mistaken, even with all evidence at the tip of your fingers, it must be something else. Maybe he’s more dominant than he lets on and he conceals it to be polite. Maybe he gets a kick out of humiliating you in bed, even if it’s just in his processor. Or maybe… you never meant anything from the start and this is some twisted experiment.
Does ignoring it make you a horrible person? You know of his actions, heck, you saw them second hand. But it doesn’t feel like he’s capable of committing these atrocities. Thinking about it already has your heart hammering against your ribcage and blood rushing to your ears. You can’t keep doing this. You just can’t. It’s either your brain shuts off the intrusive thoughts or you dig deeper. And by God, you don’t want to look for something you can’t unsee.
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SISTER DANIELA // it's not a one night stand if it turns into two (web weave)
a brief offering to sister daniela // a mangled narrative about desire, sin, and acceptance
all sources below xo
VIDEOS: Halloween Baking - SLIME AND SADNESS CINNAMON ROLLS; DAN'S BIRTHDAY CHARITY STREAM!!
POSTS: Daniel Howell, Nov 1 2022 (Instagram)
SONGS: HONEY (ARE U COMING?) by Måneskin ❥ Moment's Silence by Hozier (special thanks to @/froginabogg for the suggestion!) ❥ Take Me To Church by Hozier ❥ Busy Girl by Tove Lo & SG Lewis ❥ Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls ❥ Take Me To Church by Hozier ❥ LoveGame by Lady Gaga ❥ Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls ❥ i'm going to be a girl for halloween by Peach Rings
#dan and phil#phan#sister daniel#astra.weaves#daniel howell#OK IT'S DONE. I CANNOT REWATCH THESE VIDEOS ANY LONGER I HAVE TO SET THIS FREE.#there's a narrative in here. To me.#this is the temp pinned i'll bring my other back soon
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