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Hey everyone, given the recent news and all, I imagine some people might be considering leaving the country if the hostility aimed towards and the loss of rights of women and the LGBT+ community keeps on increasing during this second Trump presidency. Immigration is an extremely bureaucratic process in most countries, though, so if I could suggest a potential alternative, easier way out of the US if it ever comes to a point where such a thing would be needed, Brazil, my home country, is particularly friendly and considered a âmodel countryâ when it comes to our laws regarding requests of asylum. For example, people who apply for a refugee status in Brazil:
â⢠Have a very good chance of being granted it. Just last year, over 77 000 people were granted asylum in Brazil [1]
â⢠Are almost never under the risk of being deported, even if they came to Brazil under unregulated means and/or under fake documents [2]
â⢠Have the benefit of a very straightforward, 100% free of charge process to apply for asylum that doesnât require a lawyer and can be done almost fully online through filling a form on a website, with the exception of getting a physical copy of your application process at the nearest federal police station [3] and
â⢠While getting an official refugee status can take a long time (sometimes up to two years in certain cases), just by being officially registered as being in the process of obtaining said status, asylum-seekers have the right to obtain âtemporaryâ valid Brazilian IDs, a legal work permit and also are granted rights identical to those of Brazilian citizens, such as the right to free education, free healthcare, and social assistance. Apart from having to renew those documents once a year, these privileges are never revoked [4]
Most importantly though, the Brazilian Refugee law of 1997 defines a person eligible to obtain refugee status as being, between other criteria, someone who
âhas well-founded fears of persecution for reasons of race, religion, nationality, social group or political opinions, finds themselves outside their country of nationality and is unable or unwilling to seek the protection of that countryâ [5] which includes members of the LGBT+ community, as itâs explicitly stated in the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees website that
âLesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex people may be eligible for refugee status [in Brazil] on the grounds of persecution due to membership in a particular social group. UNHCR recommends that people who are subject to harm, inhuman treatment or serious discrimination because of their sexual orientation, gender identity, gender expression or intersex status and whose governments are unable or unwilling to protect them should be granted refugee status.â [6]
To sum it up⌠if things escalate to the point where you feel like youâd be safer leaving the US than staying in it, Brazil is one country that would welcome you practically immediately. Tumblr tends to bury posts with links so Iâll add sources on a reblog, along with more information.
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Just some thoughts on holding Toji protectively...
You know he of all people doesn't need to be protected, he's got that part covered, but that doesn't stop you from enveloping him in your arms, and shielding him from anything and everything for a few moments, whenever you get the chance to. Even when there's nothing to say and it's completely silent, you stay with him for as long as necessary and you make him feel loved.
And Toji... well, he has no complaints whatsoever. He likes being embraced by your endless warmth, and having his head cradled in your hand, while your other one strokes his back. It's a vulnerability he only allows himself to indulge in with you. And when you kiss the top of his head or his forehead, he swears he just wants to lose himself in you. Your loving, gentle touch makes him want to strip you of everything but your skin and kiss every inch of you. He could stay in your arms forever, or as long as you'll have him.
Sometimes, when you straddle his lap and hold his head to your chest, he falls asleep like the most worry-free man in the world. It's comfort, it's safety, it's you. Your sweet scent fills his nose and suddenly he finds it so hard to let go of you. He doesn't want to release you. He's home.
You have a tendency to let your thoughts spill out during these moments. You tell him about how you think about going out to pick people off with himâfor himâ because you want him to come home safe every time, and his response to that is "never in a million years, ma." He would rather miss you and come home to you after a long day, than allow you to put yourself in harms way. Toji knows that all he has to do to make you feel the same amount of adrenaline, is chase you around the house with the promise of doing "bad things" to you if he catches you.
Nobody would ever assume that an assassin of Toji's caliber could be turned from a ferocious bear, to someone who borderline pouts when you tell him you need to go do something and that you'll be back in a sec. Once he's in your hold, he doesn't know how to pull away. You're usually the one who initiates these intimate moments, but you're also the first one to let go when it's necessary. He'll jokingly ask why you hate him and make other lighthearted comments of that sort, when you leave him planted where he is, alone, but all it takes is a playful squint of your eyes for him to throw a smirk back at you, revealing the teasing nature of his words. The instant you leave the room, he feels cold to point where goosebumps appear on his armsâlike he's being hit by the strong gusts of wind that you were protecting him from.
#toji#fushiguro toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji x y/n#toji x you#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk
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More Munson Than Expected - Eddie Munson x Reader
An As You Wish story
Written with my beloved @munson-blurbs đ
Summary: The ultrasound for your second pregnancy brings a new wave of excitement to the Munson household.
Note: The excitement I have to let this secret out of the bag after cooking it up for over a year is real. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: pregnant!reader
Words: 4.1k
[As You Wish masterlist]
âEddie, you didnât have to come with me,â you remind him again as he pulls up a chair next to the examination table he just helped you get situated on.
Your husband gives you a disapproving look as he makes himself comfortable in the seat. He shakes his head as he reaches out and takes one of your hands in his.
âDid you really think I was going to miss this?â he asks. âNo way. I was there for Elizaâs first ultrasound, Iâm going to be there for this oneâs too.â
âWhat about the boys?â
Eddie sighs. âI was there for Ryanâs. But I wasnât aware of when Lukeâs was, so I missed it. Donât tell him.â
âI wonât,â you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. âHe would know it wasnât your fault, though.â
âYou keep your mouth shut too, hmm?â Eddie leans over and presses a kiss to your emerging bump.Â
âI donât know if he or she developed a mouth yet,â you say, the sanitary paper crinkling beneath you as you try to get comfortable.Â
âNot gonna find out if youâre a he or she,â Eddie continues talking to his developing child. He reaches out and rubs a hand over your stomach. âWanna see you, though. And make sure youâre healthy.â
The door to the examination room swings open, bringing with it the distinct smell of antiseptic. The ultrasound technician walks in and closes the door behind her.
âHello, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,â she greets with a smile. âMy name is Tara and Iâll be doing your ultrasound today. The doctor tells me that you donât want to know the sex. Is that correct?â
âYes,â you respond with a nod. âWe want this one to be a surprise.â
âThat is no problem. Let me just set up here and weâll get started.â
While she gets to work, Eddie helps you as you attempt to tug your shirt up enough to avoid the cold and sticky goo that will inevitably be squirted on your stomach for the ultrasound. Youâre able to tuck it into the underwire of your bra just to be sure that it wonât slide back down and get all messy.Â
One of the sleeves of Eddieâs jumpsuit falls down and he shoves it back up past his elbow. You take in the navy material, your eye tracing over his name sewn on in red thread over his heart.Â
âWhat time are they expecting you back at work?â you ask him.
He shrugs. âThey know where Iâm at. They know it might be a little while.âÂ
âAlright, are we ready?â Tara asks.
âYep.â You offer your hand to Eddie again and he laces his ringed fingers with yours.Â
Tara picks up the bottle of the dreaded goo and squirts a healthy amount on your abdomen. The chill against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body. At least the wand should warm it up as the tech spreads the substance around to get the best view of the baby.Â
To you and your husband it feels like youâre just looking at a black screen with wavy white lines on it. Somehow, everything seems to make sense to Tara as she positions the wand on different parts of your stomach.Â
âOh,â she says at one point, stilling the instrument against your skin. âHere we go.â
A soft but steady thump thump thump fills the air of examination room 5. Tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look at Eddie to see him grinning from ear to ear.Â
With the slightest movement of the wand sliding against the goo, you hear thump thump thump thump thump thump.
âOh wow,â you say through a sniffle. âYou can hear it even better now.â
âSounds strong,â Eddie adds.Â
âActuallyâŚâ Tara trails off.
âWhat?â Eddie asks. You feel his hand tighten in your grip. âItâsâŚnot strong?â
âOh, no, no, itâs very strong. It sounds perfect to me. But I want you to listen.â There are a few moments of silence as the three of you listen to the heartbeat.Â
âIt sounds fast,â you say.
âIt does,â Tara agrees. âBut if you listen, you can hear some of the beats overlapping one another.â
She leans in towards the screen and moves the wand again, just slightly. A smile grows on her face as she spots something in the mess of gray shapes on the machine. âHear it?â she asks.
âYeah, kind of,â Eddie says. âWhat does that mean?â
âWell, if you look here,â she replies, pointing towards what looks like a small blob, âthatâs your baby.â
Pure glee radiates throughout your entire being. Itâs your first glimpse at your and Eddieâs new baby. Another life that the two of you created together. You share a quick loving look with your husband before you both become engrossed in the image on the screen again.
âAnd hereâŚâ Tara says, sliding her finger slightly to the right, âis your other baby.â
The room goes silent save for the sound of the heartbeat. Or rather, heartbeats. Though your ears heard the words, your brain is still processing what they mean. Itâs clearly the same with Eddie, as he stares at Tara just like you are.
âIâm sorry,â Eddie finally says. He chuckles and licks over his lips. âDid you say, âother babyâ?â
âI did, indeed.â Tara taps a few keys on the machine, and it looks like it takes a screenshot. âThere are two babies here. Two distinct heartbeats and two little nuggets showing off to the camera.â
âTwins.â The word comes out of you as a whispered breath. âWeâre having twins.â
âNot just Baby Munson #4,â Eddie adds in a voice as awed as yours. âBaby Munson #5, too.â
âAnd they both appear to be developing well,â Tara says.Â
Eddie laughs. âNo. No, we, uh, weâre not having twins.â He looks down at you, then back at Tara. âWe decided weâre just having one more. Iâm already forty-one, so just the one newborn is already pushing it.â
Tara grins, clearly used to this kind of reaction. âWell, youâd better rest up. Because youâll be a father to two new little ones in a few months.â
Eddie grabs your hand, still stunned by the news. You canât say youâre faring much better, although it does explain why this pregnancy has been so much more intense than when you were expecting Eliza. Part of you feels relieved that it wasnât all in your head. But another partâŚ
âTwins.â The word leaves your lips in an exhale. âWeâreâŚbabe, weâre gonna have five kids. Weâre gonna be a family of seven.â
A clammy hand squeezes yours, and you glance up to see Eddie visibly trembling. âHow am I gonna raise five kids?â He murmurs. âThatâs one more than Harrington, and that dude was pretty much born to be a dad.â
Taraâs brows furrow as she cleans off your belly. âIâll, um, leave you two to discuss.â She starts for the door, then turns around. âTake all the time you need.â
As soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie starts pacing around the tiny exam room. âOkay, okay. Weâre having two babies. At the same time.â
âYes, thatâs generally what happens with twins.â
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. âI could do without your sarcasm right now, Sweetheart. I just found out that Iâm about to out-kid Steve Harrington.â
âOut-kid?â You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh.Â
Eddie doesnât pick up on your joking tone. âYes! He has four, and Iâll have five. Five!â He rakes a hand through his hair. âI was barely keeping two alive before you came along, and now Iâm gonna be responsible for five?!â
âFirst of all,â you say, pushing yourself up, âyou were an amazing dad before we got together. Even before I started watching the boys, when you were basically doing it on your own. Give yourself some credit. Second, Ryan will be going to college soon enough, so weâll only have four kids in the house.â
Your attempt at consoling your husband falls flat. âOh my god, Iâm gonna have infants while my oldest is gonna be in college! Iâm supposed to be slowing down, not re-babyproofing the house!â He buries his head in his hands. âWhat were we thinking? And why do you always have to look so hot? I wouldnât be tempted to jump your bones all the time if you werenât so goddamn sexy.â
You sigh. âI mean, youâre the one whoâs always telling me you want to âpump me full of your babies.â Guess now you really did it.â
âHoly shit.â Eddie runs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. He stands in the same spot, staring at you for a few silent moments before a smile begins to crack through his fog. âHoly shit.â
âCalming down now?â you ask, raising an eyebrow. âOr realizing Iâm the one who has to push two of them out of my body?â
Eddie ambles over to you on the examining table and rests his forehead against yours. His shoulders have gone down to their usual height again, no longer bunched up around his ears with tension.Â
âOkay, I had my mini freak out,â he says softly, reaching up to tug the hem of your shirt down back over your bump. âYou may have yours.â
With a low chuckle, you reach up and cup your husbandâs face in your hands.Â
âI still donât think itâs hit me yet,â you admit. âOr maybe trying to logic-out your fear helped me with my own, too. I mean, you said something about being too old to re-babyproof the house? Sweetheart, we would have had to do that with one baby anyway.â
âCommon sense left me there for a little bit, Iâll admit.â
âAnd Iâve got one more bone to pick with you,â you say, leaving one hand on his face and using the other to poke him in the chest.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou said Steve was pretty much born to be a dad. Eddie, out of all the people Iâve ever met in my life, you are definitely the one who was always meant to be a dad.â You lower your hand to your bump. âBecause it doesnât matter if there were one, two, three, or even eight babies in here. Youâd still love them all unconditionally and try your hardest to give the world to them.â
âI love our babies,â Eddie replies softly. His hand moves to rest on top of yours on your bump. âI love our twins.â
âHey, weâve got some extra resources this time around, too,â you point out. âRyan drives now. We can recruit him for diaper or formula runs. And he can take Luke and Eliza places if weâre not able to. Luke is old enough now not to be intimidated by being around newborns. Heâll definitely be more hands-on than he was with Eliza. And speaking of the little firecrackerâŚwe already know sheâs going to be like a mother hen to them. See? Recruiting the kids to help with the kids. And that doesnât even mention Wayne and all of our friends. At least ninety percent of them owe us from watching their kids at one point or another.âÂ
âMy wife is so smart,â Eddie praises with a small smile.Â
âShe is,â you reply coyly. âDo you think you could help me off this table, though? Makes sense why itâs been harder for me to get up from things latelyâtwo against one here.â
Eddie gently takes your arms and leads you to a comfortable seated position before helping you hop down from the high table.Â
The two of you walk hand-in-hand out of the doctorâs office and across the parking lot to your car. The sun seems warmer and brighter than when you went in. Thereâs not a cloud in the skyâwere there any before? Birds call to one another from the trees that encircle the medical plaza, and their tune brings a smile to your face. Everything seems so light and airy around you that it almost makes you feel like youâre dissociating. But thereâs Eddieâs hand in yours. The sneakers you wear knock against the concrete with every step, reverberating the vibration up your legs. Youâre very much here in this moment. The magic in the air comes from knowing the amount of love you carried for the bundle of joy in your belly has just doubled. The thought of kissing two little button noses goodnight every day instead of one has you giddy.Â
âBaby,â you say as Eddie opens the passenger car door for you. âWeâre gonna have double the cuddles.â
âDouble the drooly kisses.â The smile on your husbandâs face tells you that heâs excited about the prospect. âDouble new baby smell.â
You secure your seatbelt and rest both of your hands on your belly as Eddie walks around the car and slides into the driverâs seat.Â
âDouble the love we give and receive,â you muse softly, looking down at your protruding bump. âI wonder if Iâll get double the pain meds when Iâm in labor.â
Eddie laughs as he pulls the car out of the parking space.Â
âTime will tell,â he says. âAre you hungry, princess?â
âYeah. I mean, makes sense, since Iâm eating for three,â you reply. âBut donât you have to get back to work?â
âThere is no way Iâll be able to focus on anything,â Eddie says with a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. âIâm taking the rest of the day.â
âOkay. Do you want to get lunch atâoh boy.â
Eddieâs eyes glance over at you before looking back on the road.
âWhat?â he asks. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not wrong,â you say. âJustâŚI-I donât know how weâll keep this from the kids. We didnât think weâd have anything to report to them other than the baby being healthy since weâre not finding out the sex. But thereâs absolutely no way I wonât slip up and say âbabiesâ or âthemâ or something that will give it away. Iâd rather they hear the news from us directly than catching us in a slip.â
Eddie nods in agreement. âHow do you think we should tell them?â
âUmmâŚâ You purse your lips as you start to ponder different scenarios. Both you and Eddie think in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.
âOh, Iâve got an ideaâŚâ
Eliza is thrilled to have both of her parents picking her up from school. The way she goes on and on about an arts and crafts project they did in class today reminds you of when you were just the babysitter and picked Ryan and Luke up from school. Luke always had something interesting to babble on aboutâmuch to your amusement.Â
Your second oldest is already at home when you walk in the front door holding Elizaâs hand and Eddie trails in behind with a few bags from the store. Usually, Ryan drives both himself and Luke home from school every day, but now Ryan takes SAT Prep classes once a week after school, forcing Luke to take the bus home. Which youâd think was one of the trials of Hercules with how often Luke shares his disdain for the form of transportation.Â
âWhatcha got, Pops?â Luke asks from the couch. His hand is buried in a bag of white cheddar popcorn and an episode of Supernatural is on the television.Â
âYouâll see,â Eddie tells him, taking the bags straight to your room. Best to keep them out of the way of the two nosiest Munson children. Although, you wonder to yourself if that will change with the new additions.Â
Eliza spies the snack her brother has and quickly sheds her Little Mermaid backpack and pink Mary Jane shoes to climb up on the couch next to him. She sticks an arm in the popcorn bag and brings out as big a handful as her little fist would allow her.Â
âThereâs food in the bags,â Eliza says to Luke through the kernels stuffing her cheeks.
âHuh?â Luke clearly doesnât speak four-year-old-with-a-full-mouth.
âThe bags Daddy has,â Eliza says once sheâs swallowed. She wipes her white cheddar covered fingertips on her white tights. âThereâs food in them. I smelled it in the car.âÂ
âGood job, Watson,â he tells her.
âUh, who?â Eliza gives her older brother a look that clearly relays she thinks heâs crazy. It doesnât stop her from taking another handful of popcorn, though.Â
âWatson. Sherlock Holmesâ assistant. Theyâre detectives, Lize.â
âOh,â is all she says before shoving more popcorn into her mouth.Â
You putter around, cleaning up the kitchen and tidying the living room to keep yourself from spilling the beans too early. Itâs important to wait until Ryan gets home later. You just know time is going to crawl by at a snailâs pace for the next hour and a half.
When your oldest son finally arrives home, you usher everyone around the kitchen table for a family meeting.Â
âAm I in trouble?â Luke huffs. âBecause if I am, Iâd like to plead not guilty.â
Eddie raises his brows. âNot sure why youâd be in trouble, but Iâm sure weâll find out.â He clears his throat, placing a loving hand on your bump. âNo, this family meeting is to tell you guys some exciting news we got at the ultrasound today.â
He reaches over and plucks a grease-soaked Burger King bag from the counter. âRy, you get the first clue.â
Ryan practically tears open the bag, the hungry teenager ready to devour the Double Whopper without even unwrapping it.Â
âIs the baby a hamburger?â Ryan asks mid-bite. He pulls out the fries you got along with it. âOr is it small? Is the clue âsmall fry?ââ
You shake your head. âNope. Nice try, though.âÂ
Lukeâs clue is next, though heâs too busy trying to get his brother to share his food to really pay attention. When Ryan finally relents and tosses a fry his way, Luke looks down at the Gameboy game box in front of him.Â
âA Looney Tunes double pack?â He wrinkles his nose. âAre you naming the baby Tweety Bird?â
Eliza sticks out her little tongue in disgust. âThatâs a horrible name for a baby!â
âMaybe it looks like Elmer Fudd, like Eliza did when she was born,â Ryan chimes in, licking ketchup off of his thumb.Â
âWho?â Your daughter glances between the boys, unaware of the joke being made at her expense.
Luke doesnât hesitate to fill her in. âThe weird guy who hunts Bugs Bunny. The one who always goes, âooh, I hate that wabbit!ââ
Eliza shoots him a glare thatâs equal parts adorable and terrifying. Luckily, sheâs easily distracted by her clue.Â
âFor Eliza,â you say as you tug the crinkling Target bag off of the biggest hint of all. Eddie already made sure to open the box and cut any wires attached so your daughter can get right at the twin Baby Alive dolls.Â
The four-year-old gasps. âBabies!â She holds her arms out as you deliver the box to her.
Little fingers grab onto the first doll, and she gently places it on the table in front to her before removing the second doll. The rest of the family watches in amusement as Eliza covers the baby on the table with a blanket, and cradles the other one in her arms, holding its bottle to its mouth.Â
âSo,â Eddie asks, rubbing his hands together, âwhat do these gifts have in common?â
The three of them begin to think. At least, youâre pretty sure Eliza is thinking about it. Sheâs gazing down at the doll in her arms with the most heartwarming compassion.Â
âThereâs two burger patties, two games, two dollsâŚâ Luke muses.
âWait,â Ryan says, his head perking up as an idea occurs to him. âIs it a girl? Like, two X chromosomes?â
Your husband simply stares at your oldest son for a moment before responding.
âIn what world would I be smart enough to come up with that?â he asks.Â
Luke nods his head in your direction. âMa is, though. But I think itâs a boy because thereâs two of us boys already.â
âThen the hint would have to do with three, genius,â Ryan scoffs.Â
The younger brother contorts his face and mocks his brotherâs words in a high-pitched voice.
âMaybe Mama has two babies in her belly.â Your daughterâs words are spoken with the most casual tone, the majority of her attention on the plastic doll sheâs gently rocking to sleep in her arms.Â
The boys both laugh, Ryan rolling his eyes at what he considers a silly idea from a little girl. The Munson brothers turn to you and Eddie, expecting you to be joining in on the laughter, but all they find are your excited and hopeful faces. The chuckles trail off as the boys pause and consider what those faces mean.Â
âWait, you donât meanâŚâ Ryan starts.
âOh my GOD!â Luke shouts, banging his hands down on the table in front of him. It rattles the doll Eliza isnât holding, and she gives her big brother a glare over the disturbance.Â
âNo way!â Ryan stands up, excitement nearly paralyzing him. He doesnât know what to do except smile as he holds his arms out in front of him awkwardly. âItâs reallyâŚtwins?!â
âItâs twins!â you confirm. You make an attempt to stand as well, but the two babies inside of you are keeping your center of gravity low enough to make you give up.Â
âTwo babies!â Luke hoots. âThis is insane!â
Eddie chuckles, his heart at once light as air and completely full at seeing the excitement of his boys.Â
âDo you have a picture?â Luke asks.
âThe sonogram,â Ryan adds.
âYeah! Can we see it? Let us see the picture!â
âDo you even know what youâll be looking at?â Ryan asks as he sits back down next to his brother.
Luke shrugs. âTheyâll show us.â
âOkay, okay, here it is,â you say, handing over the image thatâs been sitting in your back pocket. âThat little spot right there is one baby, and that one right there is the other baby.â
Their stunned faces make you giggle softly as you lean back.Â
âOh my God,â Ryan says. âI canât believe itâs twins.â
âHoly shâcrap, weâre going to have two new siblings.â
âWeâre going to need a bigger house,â Ryan says, looking around the room everyone is seated in.
âWow, thereâs going to be a lot of people living here,â Luke says. âDad, were you going for twins?â
âThatâs not how it works, doofus,â Ryan says as Eddie shakes his head in amusement.Â
Luke scoffs. âExplain it to me then, Mr. SAT.â
Eliza heaves a deep sigh for someone with such a tiny body and small lungs. She sets the baby doll in her arms down on the table next to its sleeping sibling.Â
âYouâre so loud!â she complains.Â
âLize, itâs twin babies!â Luke tells her, gently shaking her frame back and forth.Â
âI know, I know, you keep saying it over and over!â
âArenât you excited?â Ryan asks her.Â
Your daughter shrugs her shoulders once before picking her doll back up and cradling it in the crook of her arm.
âSure.âÂ
Both boys look to you and Eddie at her lackluster reaction. You give a gentle shake of your head.
âDonât worry,â you tell them. âItâll click at some point.âÂ
âOh, what a day,â you sigh as you slip under the blankets to lay down next to your husband. Eddie lifts his arm, and you immediately cuddle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Your bump nudges his side, and you rub one hand over the soft material of your worn t-shirt. âMakes sense why my bump is more pronounced earlier than it was with Eliza.â
Eddie wraps one arm around your shoulders and brings the other one down to place his hand on top of your own.Â
âCan't believe there are four of us in this bed,â he says with a light chuckle.
âDaddyyyyy! Mamaaaaaa!â
A four-year-old with wild curls runs into your room and leaps onto the bed, landing at your and Eddieâs feet.
âMake that five of us,â Eddie says.Â
âYouâre supposed to be asleep, Little Miss,â you tell Eliza.
She pushes herself onto her hands and knees in her purple piggy pajamas and quickly crawls up the infinitesimal space between you and her father.Â
âCareful, careful,â Eddie cautions the closer she gets to your belly.
Eliza halts her ascent and leans back on her heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are as wild as her bedhead is.
âIâm gonna be a big sister to two babies?!âÂ
Across the hall, a chuckle reverberates in Ryanâs chest as he turns to lay on his side in bed.
âThere it is.â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#older!eddie#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fan fic#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#dad!eddie#eddie munson imagine#AYW#AYWS
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âcatalyst.
pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader
genre: fluff, pining, non-idol au, best friendâs little brother au
word count: 5.4k
summary: when your best friend points out how there seems to be something more than just a platonic friendship going on between you and hyunjin, you couldnât help but start questioning everything youâve been doing together so far.
a/n: and we finally get y/nâs pov!! (and a little bit of hyunieâs as always lol canât help myself). there is a lotttttt of overthinking on her end so please go easy on her, she just got hit by facts she hadnât thought twice about before (thank u chan).
if anyone comes across this in the tags, this is part 15.2 of a social media series called heart out! you can read it as a stand-alone but i wouldnât recommend it since there are a lot of references to the previous parts of the story.
as always i hope you all enjoy! if you do, please let me know your thoughts on it<3
When you woke up that day, you never wouldâve expected to end up with so many unanswered questions by the end of it.
It was supposed to be a normal day â a great one, actually. You were having lunch at the Hwangâs household, and that itself was enough to make you happy as ever.
It had been a while since youâd last seen Hyunjin and Yejiâs parents, let alone shared a meal with them, so you took it upon yourself to get up extra early that morning in order to make some dessert for them âa lemon pie and a chocolate one, as they were Mr. and Mrs. Hwangâs favouritesâ and still have enough time left to get ready.
Yeji called you out as soon as she and Chan arrived to pick you up, ranting about how it wasnât necessary for you to bring anything, while you and Chan could only laugh, knowing well enough she was already eyeing the lemon pie and thinking of how many pieces she would have.
What only made it funnier to you was that you knew youâd get a similar reaction from Hyunjin once you met him at his parentsâ, only heâd be eyeing the chocolate pie instead.
Said and done, as soon as you entered their house and Hyunjin came up to greet you ânot without first letting you know just how hurt he was over you sharing a ride with your friends instead of himâ, he began to go on about how he told you that you didnât need to bring their parents any presents, like you said you would after his mother had so generously made you some soup when you were in bed with a fever a week ago. Nevertheless, you could see the way he stole a few glances at the chocolate pie, before offering to take it to the kitchen, while Yeji did the same with the lemon one. You could never get bored with these two.
Their parents, you knew very well by now, were just the same as them. It was clear where Yeji and Hyunjin got their humor and antics from.
You always had a very nice time with them, as theyâd always find the right topic to keep the conversation going. But then for some reason your dating life made it to the conversation at one point and Mingyu was brought up by their mother asking you about the âhandsome young manâ they met a couple of times; and somehow that alone would be the catalyst that set off a series of events that ultimately left you questioning your entire relationship with Hyunjin later that night.
âSo you are definitely not getting back together with him?â Their mother asked at last, once the whole âMingyu loreâ, as Yeji called it, had been covered.
âUmâŚâ you hesitated, eyes unconsciously locking with Hyunjin next to you, before you looked for Yeji, who was in front of him. âNo, weâre notâ.
âOh, dearâ she lamented. âWhat he did was such a shame, the two of you certainly made a very nice coupleâ.
âYou heard how he turned out to be an asshole, thoughâ Yeji pointed out, taking the words from Hyunjinâs mouth and inevitably having him and Chan nod in silent agreement.
âItâs a good thing youâre moving past himâ their father chimed in this time.
You nodded, giving him a gentle smile. You were trying your best, for sure.
âHis parents must be devastatedâ Mrs. Hwang lamented again, bringing your attention back to her.
This time, you couldnât help but let out a breathy laugh. âI mean, I got along really well with them, but I wouldnât go as far as to think theyâre devastatedâ.
âLosing a daughter-in-law as beautiful and attentive as youâŚâ she explained, bringing some heat to your cheeks that you tried to play off by taking a sip of water. âThe two of you wouldâve made such beautiful childrenâ.
The water you were drinking didnât follow the path down your throat it shouldâve at the sound of her statement, and you inevitably ended up choking on it.
âYah, mumâ Hyunjin called her out, gently patting your back as you tried to catch your breath. âCan we not mention children and her ex in the same sentence?â
âRight, sorryâ she apologised, handing you a napkin and giving you a soft smile before her eyes focused on her husband; ignoring the way Hyunjinâs hand remained unconsciously drawing small circles on your back until you were able to breathe normally again. âBut just imagine if we had that kind of genes in the familyâ.
âDid she just call us ugly?â Yeji frowned, locking eyes with Hyunjin, who couldnât help but chuckle instead of acting offended like his sister â in his eyes you were on a whole other level of beauty after all.
âHonestly though, even I feel offended nowâ Chan butted in. âI donât recall you wanting my genes this badâ.
âThey met you when we were already a couple, she probably wouldâve tried to bribe you too otherwiseâ Yeji let him know with a cynical laugh, having you all follow right after.
âTrust me, sheâs already pictured how cute your children will beâ Mr. Hwang let the couple know.
âCan we not?â Yeji pleaded with red cheeks this time. Chan, on the other hand, could not let the opportunity to tease her pass, poking her cheek and repeating in a squeaky voice just how cute their kids would be. âBack to the topic of Y/Nâs genes, pleaseâ she begged.
âJeez! Thanks, best friendâ you ironically said amidst an incredulous laugh, earning a finger heart and an obnoxious smile from her in response.
âMy point was,â their mother resumed her previous train of thought. âNow that Y/Nâs single, Iâm kind of wishing we had an older son. Imagine how beautiful their children would be if she became a Hwangâ.
Well, that certainly felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown right at Hyunjin.
âHyunjinâs right here, though?â Chan pointed out before the youngest could begin to get lost in his âquite angstyâ thoughts. âTheyâre both in their twenties, Iâd say thereâs hope for Y/N to become a Hwangâ.
And maybe, if you werenât too busy kicking Chan under the table, you wouldâve noticed the shy smile curving up Hyunjinâs mouth, as well as his slightly rosy cheeks as he looked down to his still nearly untouched food.
Maybe if Yeji wasnât too busy laughing at her boyfriend after getting hit and ever so poorly trying to comfort him, she wouldâve noticed her brother being all flustered, too.
But, thankfully for him, his parents did. And that was enough for them to nod their heads in silent understanding.
That was the last comment they made about your dating life that afternoon, having no trouble directing the topic once again towards Chan and Yejiâs relationship instead.
You, on the other hand, although had managed to do a pretty good job at following whatever topic was brought up for the rest of the meal, could not seem to let Chanâs comment go.
It was out of place. Way out of it. What did Hyunjin have to do with it anyway? Like, yes, they were talking about you becoming a Hwang and, yes, he was the only son they had, but that didnât immediately make him an option?
He was three years younger than you. He was only seventeen and still in high school when you met, whereas you were in your second year of university. It felt wrong to even think about it. And it was even worse considering that there was a reason his mum had explicitly mentioned her wish to have an older son instead of pushing you towards Hyunjin right away. It didnât seem right for them either, as far as you could tell from what had just gone down.
Which is why you couldnât let it go. Not even after you and Hyunjin got back to your place, like you had agreed to earlier that day when you decided to share a car with Chan and Yeji instead of him, and he wasted no time to secure his much needed alone time with you once you were done at his parentsâ.
Youâd excused yourself to the kitchen to make some popcorn while Hyunjin was comfortably resting on your couch as he looked for any romcom movie to watch while he sipped on the hot chocolate you made as soon as you got home, and you took those few minutes away from him to text Chan and ask for an explanation.
And, God, did you get one.
You re-read the conversation over and over after he went offline, unable to understand where the hell had it all come from.
âHeâs 23 nowâ.
âYou may have met when he was 17 but heâs an adult nowâ.
âConsidering whatâs currently going on between the two of youâ.
âIâm just trying to make you see and actually consider all your choicesâ.
âHyunjin is not a little boy anymoreâ.
Every single text, hitting harder than the other.
Of course he was no longer a little boy. He stopped being one a long time ago, you werenât stupid. But he was still Hyunjin, Yejiâs little brother. Nothing would ever change that.
You were supposed to care for him just like she did, to be there for him and protect him when the time came. He wasnât supposed to be âa choiceâ for you like any other guy could.
He was Hyunjin, the teenage boy who hardly talked to you the weekend you first met and would stutter almost every time he did, and who would so shyly let you and Yeji know dinner was ready whenever you stayed at theirs after that.
Hyunjin, the high school student youâd give some advice regarding the university admission test and applications throughout his last year of it, and whose graduation you attended later on.
Hyunjin, who made it to your university and would constantly ask for your help in his assignments, regardless of him having chosen a completely different major; and who youâd constantly check up on to make sure he was doing okay in his first year of it.
Hyunjin, who held you tight as ever the night Mingyu left you, and refused to go home like Yeji told him it was okay for him to until he was sure you were sound asleep and no longer crying, which didnât happen until way past four in the morning.
Hyunjin, who would text to check up on you every single day after your breakup, even if it meant getting very short, cold answers from the heartbroken and detached persona that had taken over your body the following weeks.
Hyunjin, who included you in his New Yearâs Eve plans and kept you company the entire weekend Yeji and Chan were away.
Hyunjin, who made it known he missed being as close as you once got to be years ago and took the lead to propose picking up where you left off.
Hyunjin, the man who had spent the entire past month making your days better by simply texting or showing up at your place â being there for you even when you didnât need him to.
Had you really missed how much he was there for you? When was it that the roles reversed and he started to look after you instead?
You jumped when the microwave started beeping, letting you know the popcorn was ready. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you rushed to pour the popcorn into a bowl before making your way back into the living room.
Hyunjinâs head snapped in your direction, unable to hide his smile as soon as he saw you.
You gulped, trying your best to calm your heartbeats down before you took a seat next to him right as he placed the now empty mug on the coffee table. Maybe you shouldâve texted Chan later that night, when Hyunjin was back at his place and you wouldnât have to face him right away after being hit with so many questions.
âI was like one minute away from going over there to see what was taking you so longâ he confessed.
âJust making us a small snackâ you smiled cutely, shaking the bowl in your hands to make your point.
âIâm pretty sure popcorn takes like three minutes to make in the microwave,â he pointed out, shoving a single one into his mouth. âYou took like sevenâ.
You scoffed in amusement. âDid you set a timer or something?â
âNo, but I watched three whole movie trailers,â he admitted, earning a breathy laugh from you. âAnd that without counting the minutes I spent scrolling through movies to watch. Iâd say you took at least ten minutes, actuallyâ.
âDid you miss me that much to actually count the minutes?â You couldnât help but joke.
âWell, yesâ he answered with no hesitation, and no signs of joking either; very unfortunately for your already shaken up heart. âI told you earlier that I hadnât seen you all week and wanted to spend time with youâ.
âWeâve been together nearly all dayâ you reminded him sweetly.
âNot alone, thoughâ his words made you feel warm inside, like they seemed to be doing a lot lately. âItâs not the sameâ.
âSorry,â you pouted, and that was enough for him to melt. âI got kinda caught up texting and⌠here, Iâll just leave my phone on the table so weâll just focus on the movieâ.
Placing your phone next to his on the coffee table in front, you leaned back against the sofa, tilting your head up towards the TV, so heâd hit âplayâ and you could get started on your movie night.
When five seconds went by and he didnât move an inch, you focused your eyes on him instead.
âHyunie?â You called him, moving your hand in front of him to pull him out of his thoughts and smiling once you did. âEverything alright?â
âYeah, um, I justâŚâ he struggled, having his eyes going back to your phone. âWas it work related? Like, was it⌠was heâŚâ
âI was talking to Channieâ you clarified when you got what was going through his mind. âDonât be silly now, you really think Iâd spend ten minutes of my life texting my ex boyfriend?â
âI mean, you guys have a project together now, soâŚâ
âStill, we can just get it over with by emailâ you stood your ground. âI only spend that long texting people I actually enjoy talking toâ.
He smiled, happy to know you would usually spend that amount of time texting âif not moreâ and, therefore, he was one of those lucky ones you enjoyed talking to.
Beaming after that realisation, and with the possibility of you talking to your ex out of the way, he grabbed the remote and pointed it to the TV.
âIs this one okay?â He asked, motioning towards the title â10 Things I Hate About Youâ displayed on it.
You nodded quite effusively. âWhat are you waiting for, itâs one of my favouritesâ.
He bit his lip, but not even that was enough to hide the wide smile taking over his face as he leaned back against the couch as well and finally hit âplayâ. Of course he knew you loved that movie. He wasnât choosing one only he enjoyed after all, and maybe knowing youâd get happy about it was the reason he ended up going with this particular one.
To be fair, he knew heâd spend half of the movie looking at you instead anyway. It was quite cute how you wouldnât notice, being way too immersed in the plot you mustâve watched a hundred times by now.
Every now and then, he would reach for the popcorn at the same time as you, with the mere intention of his fingers faintly touching yours, but by the third time they touched and he got no reaction from you, he decided he wanted more â having your fingers touch without you noticing was not enough.
So, he slid slightly down the sofa, just enough for his face to be on the same level as yours, and then he rested his head on your shoulder.
That, you noticed. Hyunjin realised by the way your body tensed up under his touch.
And, for a moment there, he considered sitting up and going back to his previous position, hating the thought of his proximity making you feel uncomfortable; but you greatly surprised him by leaning your head on his before he could do so, silently letting him know right then that you did in fact enjoy being this close to him.
In the end, he had nothing to worry about when it came to touching you, for you had made it clear a while ago that it didnât bother you. But, then again, he wasnât sure whether you were only enduring it or actually enjoyed it. He didnât know which touches were okay and which ones were crossing the line. And the thing was, so far, you enjoyed every single kind of physical contact he had tried with you. They were all brief, innocent even, sweet.
Him leaning his head on your shoulder hadnât made you tense up because he crossed some kind of line, but because, unknown to him, your head was a complete mess right then. Unable to let your previous conversation with Chan go, you were now questioning the meaning behind this small action of his.
âConsidering whatâs currently going on between the two of youâ.
Was this what he meant by that? You and Hyunjin being this kind of close?
This was the first time he rested his head on your shoulder out of all the times youâd been sitting down on your couch just like this, and now you couldnât tell whether you were overthinking too much because of your friendâs words, or whether you wouldâve started overthinking just the same regardless of it.
Yes, he had held your hand before, but it was an act for the hotteok lady not to feel ashamed after thinking the two of you were a couple.
Yes, you had cuddled through the night on this very couch, but it was only because you passed out without either of you noticing.
Every other âmajorâ touch you shared had an excuse behind it. Hyunjin lying his head on your shoulder, however? It didnât have one. He just felt like it, wanted to be close to you. And ultimately you ended up giving in and resting your head on his simply because you felt like it, too. It felt nice. Regardless of the mess going on in your head, you wanted to be close to him, too.
Was it even an overthinking matter anyway? Friends did this all the time, right? Both you and Chan used to do it a lot before you and Mingyu started dating. You and Yeji still did it a lot, too, up to this day. Why did it suddenly feel different with Hyunjin?
Damn you, Bang Chan. You certainly didnât need this right now.
Once again, your thoughts were interrupted by a sound. This one was softer than your microwaveâs beep, though, more like a buzz coming from one of the phones on the coffee table. Considering your phone wasnât on silent mode right then, you knew it was Hyunjinâs.
âYour phone just buzzedâ you let him know when he wouldnât budge.
âLeave itâ he replied simply, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
âWhat if itâs important?â You wondered.
He sighed, already giving in â as easily as he always did when it came to you. âIâm too comfy, can you pass it to me?â
You nodded in a second, unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped your mouth when you leaned over to grab his phone and he followed your movement, as he refused to lift his head from its comfortable spot on your shoulder.
Just as you were back in your place and about to hand him his phone, though, its screen lit up, letting you see a single message from Dahye.
As soon as you saw it, you panicked, practically shoving the phone into Hyunjinâs hands.
âSorry, I shouldnât have read thatâ you apologised, shamefully looking away.
Hyunjin frowned, sitting up in clear alert before he could check what you were talking about. His eyes opened wide once he read Dahyeâs text and he immediately realised what it mustâve looked like to you.
It was a simple question: âAre you coming over tonight?â
No hello, no âHyunjinie~â; just straight to the point, which couldnât help but lead you to wonder whether texts like this and him going over to her place at night were an usual occurrence by now.
Hyunjin had told you all about her at New Yearâs Eve. From how they kissed when he was drunk to how she wouldnât leave him alone even years after it happened. He told you it was one sided, that he was tired of her constant insistence. But then why did that one text from her make it seem like that wasnât precisely the case?
Unlike him, you hadnât read Hanâs message following Dahyeâs, for it had just been delivered when he checked his phone right then. You hadnât read the one message that gave the whole context to Dahyeâs obscure text.
âShe means to the pregame,â he was fast to clear up. âHan just texted me and apparently weâre going to a noraebang tonight and pregaming at Haeunâs. Dahyeâs staying with her, soâŚâ
You nodded, feeling like you werenât in the place to say anything. It was his life, after all. He could be with whoever he wanted. He didnât owe you any explanations. Fuck, did you want any explanations?
You didnât know if you were feeling embarrassed for reading a text message that was supposed to be private, or if you were upset over the idea that Chan had just planted in your head being tainted not even an hour later.
Maybe youâd been thinking too much over something that wasnât even there, being influenced by your best friend and what he thought was going on between you and Hyunjin. Maybe it was nothing after all.
But you couldnât deny that you did feel quite uneasy over her text.
Were you upset that she was talking to him? Were you upset they were possibly hooking up? Was it being about Hyunjin you were upset about? Or were you just upset over how much the scene playing right in front of you resembled the times youâd just started questioning Mingyuâs relationship with Hayun while you were still together?
The times youâd catch the suspicious text messages popping up on his notifications, how nervous he would get and how he would start to throw excuse after excuse for you to believe he had nothing to do with her⌠You knew this feeling all too well, and you hated that you were feeling it again, with Hyunjin of all people, when you were not even together, you had no feelings for him as far as you knew, and, most importantly, you knew he was nothing like Mingyu at all.
And yet, here you were, feeling the goddamn lump in your throat you had felt one too many times by now because of a guy.
âY/N?â He brought you back to reality. He looked worried. âI promise it doesnât mean what it looked likeâ.
You had to hold back the hopeless laugh that threatened to escape your mouth at the sound of his words.
Words you had heard and decided to let pass way more times than you were proud of, and which brought you right back to the downfall of your last relationship.
You didnât know which one of your concerns had to do with the trauma of your past relationship and which ones were actually related to the current situation you had just found yourself in.
When did it all stop being about Mingyu and it started being about Hyunjin?
âItâs okayâ you gave him the most genuine smile you could give him, to let him know you were alright. Still, he didnât look convinced. âYou should get going, thoughâ.
âI mean it, thoughâ he pushed it when he could tell you werenât convinced. âYou can go through the tââ
âHyunie,â you cut him off, this time with a soft chuckle. âItâs okay. I believe youâ.
Did you?
âBut apparently there is a pregame taking place in a bit, so you should get goingâ.
âYou donât even know at what time it isâ he pouted.
âItâs a little past seven right now,â you pointed out, checking the time in your phone. âIâm guessing at seven thirty? Eight at most?â
Looking down to the group chat with his friends and realising you were right, he only made his pout more prominent.
âAm I right?â You wondered with a teasing smirk.
âYesâŚâ he let out a defeated sigh.
When you laughed triumphantly, he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.
âI donât wanna go yetâ he mumbled.
âYou have to if you wanna make it in time with your friendsâ.
âI can always just skip pregameâ he suggested, then sitting up again and looking at you with a mischievous smile. âOr skip night out as a wholeâ.
âYah, Hwang Hyunjinâ you scolded him. âYou are not pulling a New Yearâs Eve stunt on me againâ.
âA New Yearâs Eve stunt?â He wondered rather amusedly.
âYou know, when you said youâd only stay with me until midnight and then ended up not going back to your friends that nightâ you explained.
âThis is different, though. We had plans beforeâ.
âStaying on the couch watching movies with me canât even compete with going out with your friendsâ.
âNo, youâre rightâ he nodded. âIt canât compete because staying in with you would win every timeâ.
âHyunjinâŚâ you tried your best to sound stern and not melt over his words. âGoâ.
âButâŚâ
âIâm not letting you skip yet another night out with your friends because of meâ.
âCome with me then?â He asked with puppy eyes.
You were quick to look away, knowing well enough you would fall for his charms otherwise. âIâll have to pass this timeâ.
âIs it because of Dahye?â He carefully wondered, taking your following silence as a yes. âWe can skip pregame and then Iâll tell my friends to make up some excuse for her not to join us at noraebangâ.
âHyunjin,â you couldnât help but chuckle. âYou donât have to do that, just go have fun with themâ.
âBut I wanna be with youâ he pouted once more.
âHyunieâŚâ it sounded like you were begging by now. âThe movieâs about to end anywayâ.
âAnd we were supposed to watch another once once it didâ he reminded you, later allowing a taunting smirk to curve up his lips when a certain idea made it to his head. âAre you so set on making me leave right now because youâre afraid you might not want me to leave at all if I stay any longer?â
You snorted, playfully yet gently poking his forehead. âSomeoneâs gotten a little too cocky, donât you think?â
âAm I wrong, though?â He pushed it. âDo you really want me to go?â
âHm?â
âDo you want me to go?â He repeated.
âYour friendsââ
âThatâs not what Iâm asking youâ he cut you off. âYou have this really bad habit of always avoiding my questions, you know?â
You found yourself lowering your head, feeling oh-so-little under his piercing stare.
Although Hyunjin loved seeing you nervous because of him and it was a very rare occurrence coming from you, right then, he wanted your eyes on him. So, placing two fingers under your chin, he tilted your head back to his eye level â both of you only realising how close you actually were when your eyes met.
âItâs a simple yes or no questionâ he specified, gently removing a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me to go?â
âNoâ you answered truthfully this time.
He smiled brightly.
âButâBUT,â you emphasized before he could celebrate, leaning slightly back and lifting your index finger for him to pay attention. âLike I said, Iâm not letting you bail on your friends again, there will come a time theyâll get tired of it. You deserve to let loose and have some fun only with themâ.
âBut we were supposed to hang out todayâŚâ
âAnd we did?â
He frowned, clearly not happy with your answer.
âCome onnn,â you tried your best to convince him. âWeâll hang out again tomorrow anywayâ.
âWe will?â He perked up instantly, enough to make you feel shy all over again.
âI mean, if you want to, of courseâŚâ you corrected yourself. You had really become that used to seeing him both days every weekend now for it to be more of a given, huh?
âI believe itâs pretty clear by now that I always want to hang out with youâ.
You tried to hold back a smile â needless to say, your efforts were miserable. âOkay then, weâll see each other tomorrowâ.
âOkay,â he smiled, satisfied with your new plans. âLetâs go out this time, since staying in is too boring for you nowâ.
âWhen did I ever say that?!â
âWhen you said that this,â he motioned around your place. âWasnât competition for a night outâ.
âThat is so not what I meant?â You argued.
âStill,â he laughed, eyes softening when they locked with yours. âIâm taking you out for lunch, okay?â
You smiled timidly, nodding your head. âLetâs see if youâre not too hungover first. Might have to end up taking care of you insteadâ.
âNow I might get blackout drunk just to have you taking care of me tomorrowâ.
You shook your head in disbelief, unable to hide your amusement as you looked away. âNever mind, I will be sending either Yeji or your mum insteadâ.
âIâm joking, Iâm jokingâ he laughed, looking for your eyes to lock with his again and gently grabbing your hands that were resting on your lap. âIâll behave. Just let me take you out for lunch tomorrow, hm? Just us twoâ.
Staring down at your hands in his warm, soft ones, you couldnât help but get invaded with more questions than answers.
It felt nice⌠being touched by him felt nice. Being close to him as a whole made you feel all warm inside. And he was right when he joked about you being scared you wouldnât want him to leave at all if he stayed any longer, because truth was you already didnât. You wanted him to stay, as close as you were minutes before.
Was it okay for you to be this close? Both physically and also emotionally? To the point of talking every single day and finding a way to see each other more than you saw your own best friends?
Did you enjoy his touch so much because it came from him? Or was it because you missed being touched?
Was he like this with everyone else? With Dahye? Anyone else at all? Did he treat you differently from them? Or was he just a flirty person and what you were now considering to be some kind of special treatment was just him acting the same as he did with every other girl?
Were you beginning to fall for him? Had you really been that oblivious to your own feelings? Or were you just looking too much into it now because of Chanâs influence, and mistaking a platonic âand rather strongâ connection for something more?
Would Yeji be okay with it?
Too many questions were invading your mind, one right after the other, and you couldnât find a single answer to any of them just yet.
However, although you didnât know what you were feeling and were unsure about what demons were from your past and which ones were new, you did know one thing for sure: You were never as happy as when you were with him.
So, with a soft smile and a nod of your head, pushing any other thought for later tonight when you went to bed, you said the only thing you could answer to his request right then. âOkayâ.
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I saw a thing this on Bluesky and I am having a long think about it
And I have been thinking a LOT about what cause(s) I can sustainably support. Like, I can't do anything that will take regular, consistent time, even if it's as low as an hour a week. I know myself and I know my life. I don't consistently have a lot of time, and when I do, I might need to take it for myself to recharge.
There are also certain causes that, while important, I cannot get involved in, because getting that close to those kinds of issues would break me. Child welfare is one such example. It is super important! And, also, no one is helped by me breaking down and sobbing when something goes wrong or a child doesn't make it or whatever.
Because when I think about sustainable activism, I'm thinking about places where I can take a loss and keep going. We can't win every fight. Wherever I point myself, I have to be able to take a loss and come back swinging. Even if I think it's really important!
But the good news is: everything is connected to everything else, and me helping to solve one problem, even a tiny one, makes it easier for someone else to solve a different problem. So I can laser focus on something, in a way that I can do sustainably for years, and trust that other problems are also being worked on.
And so can you.
On twitter Iâm seeing dozens of threads from Black activists warning people against burnout, giving all sorts of useful tips about preventing and managing it for the sake of a long-term, sustainable effort.
On tumblr Iâm seeing a hell of a lot of young white kids yelling at anyone who actually follows those steps, and acting like burnout is a moral falling rather than a well-proven psychological phenomenon.
Be careful who you get your information from. Donât let guilt lead you to make choices that will harm both you and the movement.
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there's a stranger in my house (l.jn)
PAIRING. lee jeno x fem!readerÂ
GENRE. thriller, smut
CONTENTS. major character death, seriously dubious consent that turns noncon (please believe me when i say this), spitting, unprotected sex, fear play, oral (fem receiving), anal play, degradation, praise, biting, marking, ass smacking, mirror sex, non-consensual filming, choking, hair pulling (receiving), manhandling/strength kink, some role playÂ
WORD COUNT. 3.8k
SUMMARY. somethingâs not quite right about jeno, and youâre not sure what it is.
PLAYLIST. stranger in my house - tamia
NOTES. Â hiii well. i canât explain myself. important context is the movie âusâ by jordan peele but if you havenât seen it, i try to explain without explaining. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. happy birthday to my dear dear dear friend @renjunfocus!! i hope you all like it and donât come tell me if you didnât đ but if you enjoyed it, by all means let me know!Â
âJeno, please be safe tonight.â you say worriedly as he adjusts his costume in the mirror. âHalloween is scary; people are always doing something fucked up.â
âIâll be as safe as possible, baby.â Jeno assures you, turning to face you with that crescent-eyed smile you love. âPlus, Iâm literally dressed as a cop; they might think itâs real.âÂ
âTrue,â you hum, nibbling your bottom lip worriedly as you take in his appearance. âYou look really⌠really good, Jeno.â
âOh, yeah? Can I get a kiss for looking this good?â he asks hopefully, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips, Jeno chasing after you as you pull back.
âThereâs more where that came from when you get back home.â you promise, and he gives you a cute frown before straightening back up and smoothing out his costume one last time.
He pulls you into a hug as he always does before he leaves and when he comes back, and you breathe in deeply, his comforting scent of peppermint body wash, a soft musk, and baby powder enveloping you.
He presses a kiss to the side of your head and slowly retracts from you, a hint of reluctance in his movements.
âIâll see you in a couple of hours,â he bids you goodbye, blowing you a kiss before exiting your bedroom and, you deduce when the front door shuts, your apartment.
You decide to get cozy in bed and wait for him to come home while you read a book youâve been neglecting recently, but itâs only about thirty pages in before your eyelids start to droop and you find yourself curling up under your covers and drifting off to sleep.
When you wake up, itâs with a start, sitting straight up in bed when you hear the front door shut roughly. You wait for Jeno to make his way into your room, surprise and confusion filling you when he appears andâ
âYou changed your costume.â you point out, and he looks down at it as if heâs forgotten.
âSome girl spilled her drink on me at the party, so Jaemin loaned me his spare costume.â Jeno answers with a shrug, and you nod.
âItâs hot,â you admit with a grin.Â
He chuckles as he draws closer to you. âOh, yeah?â
You nod encouragingly. âThe robber thing is kind of a 180 from the police officer, but itâs really hot⌠kinda makes me a little flustered.â
âOh, really?â he teases, and you nod again, slower this time.Â
âThe ski mask is a good touch; kinda scary, too.â you compliment, and his gaze darkens as he looks down at you.
âAre you scared, then, baby?â he questions, and you can hear the grin in his voice. âHm? The big, scary robberâs making you nervous?â
âOh, yes, mister robber, sir, please! You can take all my money, just please donât hurt me!â you plead, clasping your hands together and blinking up at him through your lashes.
âItâs not money I want, sweet girl,â Jeno growls through his ski mask, his voice muffled but still so convincing and deeply unsettling that you feel apprehension creeping up on the back of your neck. âSit on the windowsill,â he grunts, jerking his chin towards the bay window beside your bed, and you climb to your feet, obediently moving to sit at the edge of the windowsill. The seat is cold on the backs of your thighs, making you wince slightly, and you find yourself drawing back in fear as Jeno stalks towards you and stands before you, practically looming menacingly over you.
He slams his hands down on either side of you loudly and suddenly, making you yelp in panic. âRelax,â he purrs, lowering himself so heâs eye level with you. âSo pretty,â he rasps, tilting his head to the side as he watches you, but the compliment fails to warm your cheeks the way it usually does, because this time, it sounds⌠foreign and unfamiliar to you. Itâs a type of observation Jenoâs never demonstrated before, your loving boyfriend usually eyeing you with adoration, love, or fondness in his eyes. Tonight, itâs different. Itâs almost⌠sadistic in its fascination, as if the flashes of fear behind your eyes are fueling him somewhat.
Youâre so focused on decoding the entirely unsettling look Jenoâs giving you that you donât notice one of his hands sneaking up behind your back until his fingers are looping in the locks at the base of your neck and tugging your head back roughly. His eyes darken at the flash of panic and pain across your face before heâs ripping the ski mask off and practically smashing his mouth against yours, kissing you more ferociously than he ever has before. Heâs all sharp teeth and forceful tongue, the wet, thick muscle bullying its way into your mouth as you whimper for mercy. His tongue swirls around the inside of your mouth possessively, coating every last bit of it with his saliva like heâs marking his territory.
He pulls back slightly before spitting directly into your mouth just as you go to gasp for air. You promptly choke on his saliva, coughing and spluttering pathetically as tears spring to your eyes. Youâve barely recovered before Jeno stuffs two fingers into your mouth, parting them in a V so your lips are stretched horizontally, and he wags his tongue lewdly in the open space of your parted lips, licking against your tongue with long strokes punctuated by guttural grunts of delight.Â
He spits once more, a long drop of saliva landing on your tongue, and you whimper in protest, shaking your head in refusal.
He cups your chin in his hand with a firm, almost too tight grip, staring you down challengingly. âSwallow it. Take my spit in your mouth like the good little slut you are.âÂ
You blink back tears of confusion and hurt as you do just that, swallowing his spit, and he smiles, pleased as he pats your cheek roughly.
âGood.â he grunts, releasing you and knocking your legs apart with two quick slaps to your inner thighs. He drops to his knees between your thighs and yanks the straps of your satin nightie off your shoulders, tugging the fabric down to reveal your bare breasts. He pinches at one nipple, twisting until you squirm away from his touch. He latches onto your neck, biting roughly and sucking harshly and working his way downward until marks are blooming all over your sensitive, buzzing skin.
When he gets to your breast, he looks up at you, studying your reaction when he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as he can fit. You hiss in surprise and move to push him back slightly, finding yourself overwhelmed by the intense sensations, but he snatches your hands out of the way, linking them together in his larger one before trapping your hands between your legs. He sucks on your nipples roughly, rapidly flicking his tongue over the buds and even nipping at them every once in a while, and you canât tell if you want to moan or cry.
After what feels like ages of inner turmoil, he releases your breasts from his greedy clutches, your nipple slipping from his lips with a loud, wet, pop sound. He leaves a trail of bite marks down from the underside of your breast to your stomach, where he sinks his teeth into your flesh so roughly that you fear heâs aiming to draw blood. He pulls back when thereâs a clear indentation of his teeth on you, marks that are sure to bruise, and spreads your legs as wide as theyâll go.Â
âBeen dying to taste this pussy,â he grunts under his breath, and you swallow thickly, watching him warily as he drags his tongue up your folds forcefully. Spreading your folds apart with two fingers, he prods the thick tip of his tongue against your entrance. You gasp in surprise when he slithers his tongue into you, the muscle fat and long as he moves it around along your inner walls. âDelicious,â he groans, dragging his tongue over your hole and relishing the way your hips jolt.
When two thick fingers push into you without warning, a weak moan falls from your lips at the surprise of the stretch. Jeno grins cockily, and it hits you whatâs different: thereâs a hollowness to his every emotion, like thereâs a lack of⌠humanity to it.
Something about him is off; he's not acting like the man that loves you. He's touching you with the desperation of a man that's never had you before. He even smells different; like smoke, ash even, and something metallic and dark. What clues you in the most that this is not your boyfriend is that his signature scent, his personal blend of musk, is nowhere to be found. This man smells tangy, sharp, and strong, a heady blend but most importantly enough, not your boyfriend's blend.
This man is not Jeno.
âUm,â you pipe up tentatively, and he takes a minor break from licking at your core to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. âWho are you?â
With your question, the energy in the room shifts completely; a smile nothing short of sinister appears on his lips, and thereâs a wicked glint in his eye that has you clutching at the windowsill.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â he asks, and thereâs an attempt at tenderness, but it all feels so deceptive, like heâs pantomiming an emotion heâs never experienced. âYou donât recognize me?â
âNo,â you say breathlessly. âYouâre not Jeno.â
âSmart girl,â he replies before lowering his head to return to eating you out. When you start to close your legs from fear and panic, he growls threateningly, the sound guttural and unnatural, and moves faster than you couldâve thought possible. He pushes the bay window open behind you, the bottom of the window swinging out, and forces you back and down until your torso dangles precariously from your tenth floor apartment unit.
âIf you make any wrong moves, I will drop you.â he threatens, and you whimper in terror, the wind chilling your cheeks and rushing through your hair as you dangle, contorted partially upside down, at the mercy of this man who looks just like your boyfriend yet behaves like anything but. âUnless youâve always wanted to paint the concrete with brain matter, Iâd stay still.â
You nod vigorously in understanding, letting your trembling thighs fall apart once more, and he hums appreciatively.
âLike I said,â he remarks as he attaches his lips to your clit, âsmart girl.â He sucks roughly at your sensitive bud with lewd moans and wet smacking noises and if he can hear your sniffles and whimpers of fear, he doesnât comment.
The hand not keeping you in your life-threatening position strokes against your folds, parting them and pushing two fingers back into you, starting to pump them in and out.
âIâve been waiting for this for too long.â he mumbles against your folds before proceeding to sloppily make out with your core, tongue slurping and licking at every drop of arousal that drips out of your poor hole. âWaited in the shadows, listening to that bastard fuck you every nightââ
âEvery night?â you gasp, and he chuckles darkly.
âIâve been watching you both for some time now.â he informs you, fingers moving in and out of you while he speaks as if itâs the most casual conversation in the world. âHe was a real fucking soft guy, huh?âÂ
âWas?!â you squeak in alarm, and he laughs loudly, fingers speeding up cruelly and hooking into your g-spot, making it abundantly clear to you that youâre about to cum, whether you like it or not.
âOh, heâs not coming back, baby,â he says with an audible grin, malice laced in the pet name he so evilly threw back in your face. âUnless anyone at that Halloween party can perform open heart surgery.â
âOh, my God,â you whimper, and youâre not sure if itâs from abject horror or your rapidly approaching climax. The unmistakable sounds of his fingers squelching in your arousal fills the inside of the room, loud enough for you to hear it from your precarious pose halfway outside. âPlease, you have to stop, I donât want to cumââ
âDo you think I give a fuck what you want?â he spits back at you, and you flinch at the venom in his voice. âAll my life, weâve been forced to mimic you all up here like puppets while you get to do whatever the fuck you want. Now itâs time to do what I want, and I? I want you to cum all over my fingers and my tongue.â
âPleaseââ you whisper, and he shushes you, the sound adjacent to something close to loving, but lacking any real sympathy; he must have heard Jeno soothing you at some point and mimicked the sound to the best of his abilities.Â
âCum, baby,â he urges, fingers pistoning in and out of you rapidly before he curls and fucks them directly into your g-spot and brings you to a powerful climax that you wish you could explain away to your guilty conscience. His lips wrapped around your clit, he sucks hard and flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud as you ride out your high against his face.Â
When youâve recovered somewhat, he looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still glistening with your arousal.Â
âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â he taunts with a sly grin, and you just sniffle forlornly in response. âGet up, babyâwanna feel that pussy around my cock next.â He pulls you up unceremoniously, shutting the window behind you and guiding you to the bed. He plops you down on the mattress and hovers over you, encroaching on your space bit by bit until youâre lying with your back on the bed and your legs are reluctantly spread to welcome him in. âYou scared?â
âYes,â you whimper, and he pouts at you, not a hint of sympathy in his expression.Â
âGood.â he chuckles darkly before lining his thick tipâthicker than Jenoâsâup with your entrance and pushing into you with one fluid motion. You grab roughly at the sheets at the intrusion, gasping out loudly, and he seals his mouth over yours to silence your cry of surprise, tongue pushing into your mouth and licking into it filthily. âRelax, youâre never gonna take it well if you donât relax.â
How the hell am I meant to relax when you killed my boyfriend and are in my home about to do Lord knows what to me? You think, but you refrain from mouthing off just yet.
He pushes down on your lower abdomen, groaning in delight as he feels the bulge of his length dragging along your inner walls, and you let out a choked-off squeak as he stretches you to your limits and fills you impossibly deep.Â
âThatâs it, pretty little thing, feel me nice and deep right here,â he growls, starting to move his hips faster to fuck into you at a gradually building pace. His hand slides up your stomach to twist your nipple before continuing up to cup your chin and turn your face towards the mirror by the door. You shake your head vigorously, not wanting to see yourself like this, but he holds fast, practically smushing your cheek into the comforter. âI want you to watch as I ruin you.â he urges, and you whimper in protest.Â
Your face looks nothing short of fucked out, and heâs just gotten started; your eyes glassy with unshed tears, a few tear streaks sliding down your cheeks, and your jaw feels permanently dropped open as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. His sinewy arms hold you in place as he bullies his cock into your tight hole and his abdomen tenses with every thrust, tight muscle tensing and flexing in a regrettably attractive way.
He reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone, holding it up and aiming it at you. âSmile, baby; youâre on camera.â You reach to cover your face and chest immediately, crying out in protest when he snatches your hands away. âDonât tell me youâre camera-shy,â he taunts cruelly. âThat loser never filmed you two fucking?âÂ
âNo,â you say pleadingly, and he tuts in disapproval.
âSight as pretty as this canât go to waste.â he decides, moving the phone closer to your face. Fresh tears spill forth, and he licks his lips slowly, watching one tear in particular drip down your cheek before leaning down and licking a fat, wet stripe up your cheek where the tear track was. âGod, and now youâre cryingâitâs like youâre trying to make me cum.â
âNo, Iâm not, please, Iâm notââ you beg, and he shushes you impatiently, brows furrowed in concentration.
âYes, baby, youâre gonna make me cum nice and deep in this tight little pussyâgonna fuck you full of my cumââ he grunts, and you squirm under his hold desperately, fighting to get free. âThatâs it, struggle a little bit for meâso fucking hot,â he mutters before bringing his forearm to your throat to press down harshly, constricting your airway. âNot too much, nowâdonât want you getting away from me.â
âPleaseââ you croak out, struggling to breathe. âCanâtâbreatheââ
His smile only widens and two things dawn on you: one, he could very well kill you right now, and two, thereâs no way in hell youâre going down without a fight.
You reach up and claw at his forearm, scratching as hard and as deep as you can, and to your alarm, he grins widely, even among the wince in his expression.
âLove that little fighter in you.â he growls, pressing down harder, so hard you fear it might bruise. âCanât wait to break it.â
Your vision starts to cloud, black spots forming in your line of sight, and you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you even as you try desperately to remain awake and free yourself. It all proves to be in vain as you slip away from this world, barely able to hear his faint murmur of âThatâs it,â before you pass out completely.
When you come to, your throat is sore and you canât move your body. Your vision spins as you take in the sight of your bedroom, eyes squinting reflexively as the glare of the television hits your retinas.
You turn your head this way and that only to see, to your horror, that your hands and feet are tied to each bedpost with thick, coarse rope. No matter how hard you tug, there seems to be no breaking free, and panic creeps up your still hoarse throat, hot and thick and dully aching.Â
The television catches your attention once more, your mind focusing on it in an attempt to calm yourself down, and you watch whateverâs on, your brain catching up quickly.
â...in what reporters everywhere are calling the âDoppelgängâer Takeover,â recent news has shown that people are being viciously attacked and some even killed by someone that looks exactly like them. If you see someone behaving not quite right, stay back and do not approach; they are known to be violent and highly dangerous.â
Your breathing hitches and starts to shallow rapidly as you start to hyperventilate, tugging harder and harder on your restraints.Â
âThey wonât budge,â Jenoâs voice calls out, and you flinch, whipping your head around to find the source of the sound. Jeno emerges from the hallway, now clad in a short sleeved black tank top and dark gray sweats. âYou can thank Jenoâs mom for that; she signed himâand therefore meâup for Boy Scout training when we were eight.â He steps further into the room, dark piercing eyes scanning your frame trembling with fear. âHer precious Jeno never quite got the hang of the knots, but me? I mastered them.â
A terrified whimper slips from you before you can stop it, and his lips quirk up into a wickedly delighted smile.
âWhat should I, umâŚâ you swallow thickly before continuing, âcall you?â
âJeno.â he replies easily, and his keen eyes catch the almost imperceptible grimace that takes to your lips at his answer.Â
âWhat are you going to do with me?â you ask worriedly, and he raises an eyebrow.
âIâm going to keep you.â he states plainly, and your body stills entirely, fear igniting in your bloodstream and leaving you close to paralyzed.Â
âWhat about my doppelgänger?â you question, not knowing what answer could possibly make you feel better at this point.
âI got rid of her.â His answer is simple again, and you suck in a breath of surprise. âSheâs not as fun as you.â
âFun?â you croak, and he nods, a gleeful smile on his lips as he nears the bed slowly.
âDoppelgängers are essentially a âcrudeâ copy of the âoriginalâ person,â Jeno explains, making one-handed air quotes around the words he spits with disdain, âand only the âoriginalâ person has a soul.âÂ
âSo⌠so that meansââ
âI donât have a soul.â Jeno confirms with a hollow laugh made all the more terrifying now that you know heâs literally hollow spiritually, devoid of humanity. âNone of my people do.â
âAnd you want my soul?â you ask fearfully, and he snorts in amusement, shaking his head.
âYou really are cute, you know that?â he chuckles. âIâm not going to take it from you,â he says, waiting until your body slackens with relief to add, âIâm going to break it.â
âWhat does that mean?â you whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. âJeno, what do you mean?â
âI want you to understand that this is your reality now. I donât want there to be any fight left in you at all. But you people are like that⌠hopeful,â he spits the word with disgust. âYour spirits are like a fire that wonât go out. Every once in a while, thereâs a little,â he pauses to scan your face, eyes brightening with excitement when he catches sight of your eyes, no doubt reading the fear, fury, and desperation you have to save yourselfâ âember⌠that sparks up, and Iâm going to be here to snuff yours out every⌠single⌠time.â Heâs close enough to bring his mouth to your ear, lips grazing the lobe and making you shudder with revulsion. âYouâre not going anywhere unless I say so.â
You donât say anything, setting your jaw firmly and staring straight ahead to ignore him. Maybe heâll get angry enough and kill you, putting you out of your misery.
âThereâs that little fighter,â he remarks with fascination. âI saw a hint of it earlier when I was choking you; that fight to survive, to liveâyou fucked my arm up pretty badly, I was impressed.â he remarks, extending his arm to show you the deep, angry, red cuts clawed into his forearm heâd wrapped around your throat just hours ago. His other arm emerges from behind his back, and your eyes widen when you see a Hitachi wand in his hand, his thumb already resting on the âonâ button. âI am going to have so much fun breaking you.â he rasps with unrestrained excitement as he turns the vibrator up to the highest setting.
well.........congrats for making it to the end!! *insert obligatory "i definitely don't think jeno's like this" part that technically doesn't need to be there considering that wasn't jeno* i hope you liked it and if you didn't.... well sorry ig tune in next time for a lovey dovey fic đ
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celebrity energyâ.ŕłŕż*:シđđŠ
i've written a post about celebrity energy before and in this post i kinda wanted to add onto what was said in that post and incorporate new info and sectionsâŚđŹđ
THE IT FACTOR ;
the it factor is the ability to capture people's attention. its about ur aura, ur identity, ur PRESENCE. you dont have to be "born with it" like a lot of people like to say, it is something that can be achieved.
so essentially ur gonna wanna get into a state where there is no fear. literally eliminate it. use the alter ego effect, affirm until ur fears dissipate, WHATEVER works for u but u just wanna get into a state where there is no fear because thats when ur truly magnetic.
MORE ON SELF CONCEPT ;
we've been conditioned to believe certain things about ourselves, whether its negative or positive and its our responsibility to rewire our brains and form those new assumptions so that then we can get back to our it factor and our hyper identity.
to get to a state where there is no fear you must also be able to hack ur nervous system. aka nervous system regulation. aka the best thing EVERâŚđŹđ
⥠breathing exercises and deep breathing ⥠humming to stimulate ur vagus nerve
THE TRIPLE C'S ;
while making the notes for celebrity energy (the big C) and i was able to umbrella it to three main points. those points being confidence, cuntiness, and charisma. đâđ˝
⥠confidence ; celebrities need to have undeniable confidence in themselves and their abilities. they're famous for a reason and they know that. work on ur self concept and watch ur confidence sky rocket.
⥠cuntiness ; to be cunty is to be feminine and aware of urself. be cunty in the things that u do and the way that u handle urself. to be cunty is to find the perfect balance of inner strength and delicateness. cunt = refined.
⥠charisma ; authenticity is the heart of charisma. be authentic and dont be afraid to take up space.
PERSONAL BRAND AND REPUTATION ;
to further touch on those points ur social media IS your brand. this section kind of ties in with the next but im trying to distinguish between the two. so ur personal brand is what u do. so lets say ur rly SUPER smart and ur known for getting A's on like everything.
that is ur personal brand and that comes with a reputation that u may or may not feel obligated to uphold. but its important to uphold a reputation of some sort. with that being said be careful of what u post on ur social media because DIGITAL FOOTPRINT IS REAL. and when people look at ur social media they're seeing a representation of what ur putting out to the world so always be mindful.
#honeytonedhottieâď¸#it girl#becoming that girl#self concept#advice#self care#self love#that girl#law of assumption#it girl energy#dream girl tips#dream girl#dream life#manifestation#manifestation tips#manifesting#celebrity energy#energy#hyper femininity#confidence#confidence tips#charisma#vibe#princess energy#princess#kill cringe#self awareness#self development
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Genocide supporter.
The first time I tried to stop drinking, I quit cold turkey. I had been drinking since 2018 and wanted to be 100% done immediately, and the beginning of quarantine seemed like the right time. Back then, in my mind, a few beers at a party was no different than downing a pint of scotch alone in my apartment on a Wednesday. So when I broke my clean streak, it was a devastating mental blow. I gave up and jumped off the wagon completely, because what was the point if I couldn't achieve these exact goals in an exact way?
Things got worse when apathy and cynicism took over. I drank more. I got fired from my job and my ex broke up with me. I got involved with the wrong people in the wrong places. More than once, I've spent the night in the emergency room or a holding cell. And even though nothing bad happened, I'm ashamed to admit I even took my motorcycle out on the road. Each time, I tried the same all-or-nothing approach, because it was the ideal solution. Obviously, something wasn't working.
Then I started seeing a professional, and she told me that if I can't achieve perfection, I can at least take steps to get better.
If I couldn't stop drinking, I could at least cut out hard liquor.
If I couldn't stop drinking, I could at least leave my credit card at home and only carry a finite amount of cash, so once I ran out, that was it.
If I couldn't stop drinking, I could at least give my keys to a friend and call an Uber.
Etc. etc.
And those have been working. Though I still drink, I'm no longer doing it on weekdays or making myself violently sick. My sober stretches are slowly getting longer and I've been able to stay out of trouble. In some aspects, the damage has already been doneâthere are people who (rightfully) won't talk to be and I probably chopped ten years off my lifespan. But any steps toward progress is better than vying for perfection and getting nothing.
That's what people misunderstand about harm reduction. People think it's about choosing the cure, when it's really more like choosing the scale of the problem to tackle. The problem still exists and the fight is far from over. But as it currently stands, one side claims they'll be fine on the road, while the other is at least willing to hand their car keys over.
I know that this probably isn't anywhere close to a good analogy. Me frying my internal organs is nothing like the systematic destruction we're seeing in Palestine. The reality is though, we live in a system where change often involves a cumulative set of steps rather than one giant leap. That's where our participation and persistence make a big difference.
#not dc related#us elections#election 2024#2024 presidential election#us politics#kamala harris#palestine#gaza#rafah#free palestine#harm reduction#tw alcoholism#tw addiction#tw politics
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Thinking about it more though. I mean, I don't see how vowing to have a republican in her cabinet and wheeling 90 year old Dick fucking Cheney on stage did anything but hurt, but as far as Gaza goes.
Like, the DNC didn't allow any of the Palestinian protestors or activists to get on stage as speakers, and I think that was a mistake, ultimately.
But, like, I know there are people on the Left who object to even Bernie saying that Israel has a right to exist and defend itself against Hamas, and I'm not sure how many of the 14 million who voted for Biden but didn't vote for Kamala take that stance?
Looking over the texts of her speeches, for the most part, Harris's stance on Gaza was "Israel had a right to defend themselves after October 7th, but they went too far, the U.S. has to work with Israel to negotiate a ceasefire, return the hostages, and bring humanitarian aid to Gaza". Paraphrasing, but that's what Harris said on the topic multiple times.
And. I know a lot of people on the left don't like how both-sidesy it is, that Israel isn't willing to negotiate with Hamas, that Israel is the aggressor, that Hamas is a resistance group, that Israel was harming Gaza with the security check points and apartheid and the illegal West Bank settlements before October 7th. And.
I mean, I think it would have been great if she had said a word about the illegal settlements, and suggested that Israel should abide by international law. Criticism of Israel and the way it has responded and acted is very obviously more than warranted
But the thing is, the United States of America is in an alliance with Israel, and has treaties and accords with Israel. Part of the U.S. constitution is that, along with the constitution itself, any treaties the U.S.A. enters into are the Supreme Law of the Land.
Like, that's why the U.S. never became part of the ICC, or adopted the convention on the rights of the child, or other human rights resolutions and treaties. Because they would be extremely legally binding, on the level of the constitution itself. And Americans didn't want to obey those laws.
But the U.S.A.'s treaty with Israel means that, legally, the U.S.A. has to come to Israel's defense when Israel is under threat. Other parts of U.S. law do require the U.S. to withhold military aid from regimes that do war crimes and human rights violations, (which, I mean, with the U.S.'s history I don't know if that's ever been enforced, the U.S. are the ones who put countless dictators into power) but, those laws arent in the constitution, a treaty overrides them. So, legally, when Israel is attacked, like on October 7th, the U.S. is required to do something to come to Israel's aid and ensure Israel's existence.
The Biden administration did start withholding some weapons from Israel this year, but it was clearly too little, too late. For the election and for Gaza both. And after they had already sent thousands of weapons before that.
On the flipside, some of the more progressive democrats in congress ended up losing their primaries for being too critical of Israel, and. I mean, not only would all the fanatical Christians who think Israel needs to exist to end the world join together and vote republican if someone actually did run an anti-Israel campaign. I think a lot of Jewish people, even left-leaning ones like Bernie, would object to the idea of a state where 6 million Jewish people live suddenly not existing?
Like, the more I think about it, and look at everything involved. I am increasingly less certain about what Biden and especially Harris could even have done, with the Gaza situation.
Especially since. And I admit this may be conspiratorial. Mossad and Israeli intelligence supposedly got reports about the October 7th attack beforehand. And Netanyahu's government specifically withdrew security forces from the area, but let the music festival and holiday continue. And all along, while Biden was asking Netanyahu for a ceasefire, pausing some shipments of some weapons, trying to get humanitarian aid in by making new ports. Trump was on Truth social, and apparently even calling Netanyahu privately, telling him to continue.
I dunno, part of me thinks Netanyahu was never going to stop, no matter what Biden said or did, if he thought continuing improved his chances of getting his buddy Trump back instead.
Is she genuinely losing?! How are the democrats so good at losing
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dogs or deers? or rats?
sirius finds out your opinion on dogs, and safe to say, he is not happy.
words: 1.1k
genre: fluff
cw: swearing(?)
a/n: reader does not know about the furry little problem yet! this could honestly be poly! marauders or sirius black x reader. whatever you prefer.
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This dilemma of finishing your essay had been plaguing your mind while you scribbled mindlessly on your parchment when you heard the door unlock.
"Hello-" before the words could leave your mouth, a limp body has thrown itself at you with a thump on the bed.
"Sirius, what the hell?" The words leave your mouth, but your hands find themselves in his hair as usual, removing strands of them from his face to see him more clearly. He looks up from where he had buried his face and leans to press his lips to yours. He breaks it off for a second just to say, "I missed you so much, my sweetest angel," and kisses you again.
"Oi, let us see her face too." says James as he settles himself beside Remus on the couch after he had draped a blanket over Remus. He didn't look that bad, but the tired and weary expression on his face was unmistakable.
You were treading water as you looked at Remus and extended a hand to beckon him to you, but Sirius was quick to snatch it to himself and say,
"No, first me, then you can do whatever." Sirius says as he wraps himself around you even closer, but you only laugh and say,
"Your time never ends, Sirius."
He lets out a scuff of disbelief before resorting to kissing your neck, trailing down to your shoulders, no answer to your accusation.
"What happened?" You ask James and Remus, breaking them from their conversation.
James was quick to answer, "Oh our dear Moony got himself into a tussle with this giant dog. Scratched him up a bit." For some odd reason, Remus only laughed at this.
"Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?" You ask, your voice incredulous, mostly because that sounds like something Sirius, or James would do, not Remus.
Worry and annoyance both flooded your brain, but the former took over and you made a movement to get up and go towards Remus, but that was hard to do when you had a whole human being draped around you.
"Sirius, get off of me." He whined in defense and only tightened his grip and responded, "Don't worry about him, he's fine."
"I'm alright, sweetheart." Remus assures you from his seat, "And I'd rather just stretch for a while." He stretches his shoulders back and a groan of relief escapes him.
You take that as a confirmation and settle down, still skeptical of his answer. The silence doesn't go on for too long before you speak up,
"See, this is why I don't like dogs."
To someone else, it would've seemed like this was the biggest breaking news ever because Sirius stopped his ministrations and immediately distanced himself from you. Remus' eyebrows were raised with an amused smile, and James was looking directly at Sirius with a somewhat pitiful face.
"What did you say?" He asks, his voice flabbergasted.
You looked as if a deer in headlights, dumbfounded by his dramatic question,
"I said I don't like dogs that much."
"Angel, how could you say that?" He asks, his eyes holding an expression of betrayal, a bit too dramatic.
You chuckle at his question, and say,
"I didn't know you had such dispositions for dogs." Your eyebrow raised in amusement as a smile adorned your lips.
James was pissing himself laughing on the couch, his hands clutching his chest to catch his breath. You looked at him, your expression amused and confused.
"How could you not like dogs? They're-" his hands fumble around as if to prove a point, "They're lovely!" You roll your eyes, having heard that argument, as if that's enough of an explanation.
"I'm not saying they're not lovely, they're just, you know," you shrug, "not for me."
Sirius' jaw hung open in disbelief and James was now on the half on the floor and half on the couch as his laugh got higher and higher.
"This is the funniest thing I will ever witness." He struggles to get out in between fits of laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?" You asked, feeling a bit out of the loop as to why this is such a big deal.
"It's just they're so clingy, and loud and obnoxious. I just want to come home and relax, and not have someone jumping through hoops for my attention." You continued to explain yourself, looking around for answers.
Now it was Remus' turn to release a bark of laughter as he joined James in his world. Tears had formed around Remus' eyes, his face red and James' glasses were nearly falling off, but he didn't seem to care. Remus could not get over how you had just described Sirius, just in a different form.
"Shut up, you two." Sirius barked at James and Remus which only caused their joy to increase. He turned to regard you,
"Angel, take it back, say you don't mean that."
Now even you were laughing at the situation.
"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too personally?"
James was now punching the sofa cushion as Remus' head fell back, his entire body shaking with laughter, "How else would he take it?" he says, to whom in particular you're not sure.
"Well, it's because they're lovely. Dogs are great." He defends himself, crossing his arms with a huff.
"Well I'm happy you've found your passion for animals, but dogs aren't my favourite. I'm sorry, okay?"
You extend your hand to touch his face, a form of apology, but he only pulls away,
"I can't believe you'd say that to my face, angel." He put his hands in in defense, "And fuck you two, too." He says to James and Remus. Remus was wiping his tears and James was adjusting his glasses, finally breaking their spell of laughter.
Sirius had refused your affections(which he regretted deeply now), because he now saw James take the opportunity and settle himself on your lap. He was still grinning like a maniac, much to Sirius' annoyance, when he suddenly asked,
"What do you think about deers, or stags?" You stopped running your hands through his hair as pure confusion filled your brain,
"What kind of question IS THAT?" Now it was Sirius' turn to laugh, he clapped his hands in delight,
"I'm just asking! I can't have your opinion?" He says, forcing your hands to comb through his hair again, but your mind couldn't figure out how the conversation goes from dogs to deers.
"I don't know James, I don't think about deers that often."
"You wound me, princess." says James dramatically, as he imitates being stabbed in his heart.
"What about rats?" You heard from the door, seeing Peter come in. He must have heard a little bit of their conversation.
His question only confused you further, if that was even possible.
"You went from dogs, to deers, and now rats." You raise your hands in defeat,
"I can't do this anymore"
Remus throws his head back laughing, his eyes crinkled, and you think that might be the only good thing to come out of the whole debacle.
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Pairing:Â Russell Shaw x F. Reader
Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs. Â
AN: Here it is - bonus drabble time!~ This can be a stand-alone, but itâs really a snippet missing from Lost Time in the Every Second Counts-verse. Using the GIF above from 2x02 specifically for the hair flip. It did things to me... đŽâđ¨ (But there are NO spoilers for 2x02).
Shoutout to @impala-dreamer who helped inspire this in our @jacklesversebingo chat. đ
Word Count: 900
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut and feels, small tinge of angst. Russell's hair. Tattoos. Everything really.
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âWelcome home,â you whispered into his mouth.
All Russell could offer was a breathless sound, caught somewhere between an agreement and a groan of pleasure. He was being treated to a feast of the eyes as you rode him slow in the comfort and safety of your bed.
Your lips didnât quite manage to connect with his in a kiss, with heavy breaths in between and a deliberate roll of your hips against his. Heâd been letting you control the pace of him sheathing home with your every drawn-out thrust.
He was enjoying the showâyour hair wild, your pupils blown wide with arousal, being able to palm at your breasts and tease your hardened nipples, kissing your flushed, dewy skin.
But you could feel him getting desperate. His hands moved down your body over soft curves, just for his fingers to squeeze into the flesh of your hips and ass, trying to ground himself in you. His eyes shut and his head fell back into the pillow. You bent down and fastened your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard there. He slid a hand up your back and buried it in your hair.
âTakinâ me so well, baby,â he said, his voice deep and rough, and a bit strained. âBut youâre torturing me a little bit.â
You giggled breathlessly into his neck. Your tone was playful and coy when you replied, âWhat do you mean?â
You made a show of raising your hips, letting his hard length slide out of your wet heat all the way to the tip, before you slowly sunk back down. You shifted your hips along the way, until the thick head of him was nestled deep and pressing against your cervix. You both panted for breath. Even your arms were shaking while holding yourself above him.
âYeah, think youâre trying to kill me,â Russell uttered. âSuppose thereâs worse ways to goâŚâ
âFuck,â you muttered, releasing into a moan. The languid drag of his cock against your inner walls was good, but nowhere near enough at this point.
Maybe you were done teasing him, as well as yourself. Maybe you were done punishing him for taking one contract job after another, taking so long to get back, and making you worry about him and his safety. Your lips made their way back to his cheek, laying a sweeter kiss there.
âOkay.â You smiled against his skin. âHow about you fuck me like itâs been three months, not three weeks. I wanna feel you come hot inside meââ
Russell wouldnât even wait for you to finish the dirty whispers already setting his blood alight. His tattooed arm wrapped around your back and pulled you flush against his chest. He manhandled you seemingly without much effort, twisting you onto your back and having you laid out underneath him.
You let out a huff as your back met the mattress and made the springs squeak. Your head barely made it onto the pillow where his head had been, but your boyfriend wasted little time in grabbing your thighs and angling you just right, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. (You didnât need any encouragement.) He took you hard and deep, making sure he hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.
You gasped and clung to his broad shoulders.
âRight there, sweetheart?â he said near your ear. His voice was rich and gravel. A shiver ran through your body, goaded along with every other sensation he was drawing out of you. You couldnât even speak. Just a nod and a broken, desperate whimper. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip.
You were holding on for the rest of the ride. If nothing else, Russell had precision, and he was a master of his craft. And that was whatever he set his mind to.
His hand slipped between your bodies for a moment, his fingers searching, and finding, then massaging your swollen clit between thrusts. You cried out in his ear and damn near choked on your own breath, your nails biting into his shoulders. It didnât take much longer for that tightening coil in your core to finally snap, your inner walls throbbing around his cock.
A curse and a ragged groan fell from his lips as his body locked up on him as well. You felt his body stiffen and the warmth of his release deep inside you. The sensation elicited another shiver down your spine.
You were on birth control, but it still made you feel a bit wild sometimes, whenever he came inside you. You relaxed underneath him with your knees bent, your thighs a soft cradle for his hips.
Russell kept himself upright with his forearms resting on either side of your head. His long hair had slid forward, the brown silky strands tickling your forehead as his panting breaths mingled with yours.
You attempted to brush some of his hair back behind his ears, but it fell forward again, tickling your nose. Russell allowed it on purpose, making you laugh lightly. He grinned in response, but he lowered further to capture your lips in a kiss. He didnât mind this one being nice and slow.
Even when he parted from you, you still craved more of him. More of this.
You slipped a hand over his bearded cheek, an affectionate caress. A softer smile drew across his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, and he chuckled a little.
âItâs damn good to be home.â
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ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš rafe has always loved the way lace looks on berry!reader, so she surprises him with something he'll really enjoy.
warnings: MDNI ! 18+ ! dom!rafe (duh), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, use of the nicknames 'baby' and 'rafey', teasing, and strong language.
a/n: this marks the beginning of the berry!reader fics! yay! insp by this p!link actuallyyyy +++ i was listening to gibson girl by ethel cain and i definitely think that's the vibe of this oneshot pretty much summed up. berry!reader definitely put it on sometime during the 'surprise' ;)
cameron development had recently under gone a lot of changes upon rafe becoming a more prominent figure than his father, taking over his duties didn't prove to be easy though.
he'd been spending a lot of time in meetings, on job sites, riffling through real estate paperwork and what not. you hadn't really seen him in days but in all fairness, its not like you weren't busy either.
busy shopping around that is, rafe didn't mind how much you spent and you knew that but you had an idea. he's been working so hard recently and you've been out spending all his money, why not give him a fun surprise.
it was pretty late at night, rafe had endured a meeting that lasted several hours too long and he was dying to see you at this point. thankfully it would be the last of the painfully long meetings for a while.
you were busy up in his room, prancing around in this new deep red lacey lingerie set. complete with mesh lace trim hosiery and garters. you'd decked the room out in a few candles you could find and sprayed yourself with your perfume that also happened to be rafe's favourite on you (he always swore you put pheromones into it).
the front door of tanneyhill slammed shut downstairs, you could hear rafe's loud sigh and you wanted nothing more than to run down the stairs and greet him but you knew for the surprise to be good, you had to stay where you were.
he started calling for you, walking around all over downstairs waiting to see you turn around a corner to say hi, but nothing. when he wasn't getting the hint you finally leant over and grabbed your phone.
posing yourself on your side you quickly snapped a pic of you only your lips biting your finger and everything below until your waist showing. you knew that would get him to finally come upstairs.
you could hear the ding of his phone getting your photo on messages, "baby?" he mumbled, obviously he hadn't opened it yet but when he did you could also hear a drawn out groan and his footsteps heavily coming up the stairs.
"jesus girl, what're you doing to me-" he sighed, finally pushing the door opening and stopping at the sight of you, lying there on his bed with candles illuminating his bedroom.
"holy fuck," his jaw was practically on the floor and you swore you could see drool beginning to drip from his mouth.
you smiled, "hi rafey." and he just about lost his mind.
he threw his blazer off and slammed the door shut, locking it. next to go was his tie which he ripped from his neck and his shoes were flung off somewhere in the room, all while he was holding eye contact with you. he just couldn't look away.
"all f'me, fuck.." he breathed, now kneeling on the bed right in front of you. you looked up at him, seductively, purposefully. your eyes were absolutely screaming fuck me rafe cameron. and all he could do was oblige.
he tore his belt off and began unbuttoning his shirt but couldn't just not touch you for any longer. he reached out and grabbed one of your tits, groaning as he felt the soft lace fabric around your boob.
"are you surprised?" you said sweetly, smiling at him and now sitting up on your knees. he opened his mouth as if to say something but couldn't quite get the words out, so he just nodded, but then immediately connected his mouth to your tit.
you groaned at the sudden feeling and caught his other hand palming himself through his pants.
"rafey... rafe- let me put it in my mouth" you drawled, in that sweet tone you use when you want something. he sat up, leaving only his hand still around your tit but his mouth was again open in awe, "okay... fuck, you're so sexy when you do all this f'me, i'm so fuckin' lucky."
your fingers worked to get rafe out of his work pants and boxers, pulling them down your eyes widened as his length sprang up against his stomach. he watched your reaction with a grin and unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt. you drank up the view of your chiseled boyfriend tearing his tailored long sleeve shirt off his chest, it wasn't your fault he was so sexy. the prominent v-line and huge biceps never fail to make your legs weak, every damn time.
you grinned and gestured for rafe to lay back, so you could easily put his cock in your watering mouth. he obliged happily and smirked as you leant down, arching your ass up as you put one hand under his thigh for support and with the other hand began rubbing the mushroom tip of his huge cock.
rafe was never shy about making sound with you, nor were you with him. he grunted and swore under his breath, tilting his head back every so often as you worked your magic. "got the things you do to me" he sighed deeply as you once again took his entire length in your mouth, nose hitting his pelvis as your eyes roll back.
rafe started bucking his hips a little, practically begging for release. you grinned at him mischievously and connected your lips to his tip again. you stroked the rest of his length, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack, he tried and failed to stifle a loud moan.
"you're unreal- ah fuck... 'm gonna cum- baby..." he groaned before his cock twitched in your hand and lips, you continued to swirl your tongue around and suck his tip when thick ropes of cum began spilling out. rafe was a groaning mess as you lapped up all the cum spilling out and all over your hand.
finally you placed a sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock and smiled over at him as you sat up again. without a word he got up and grabbed the nape of your neck, taking you down backwards against his bed, roughly and sloppily kissing you.
he now had one hand sliding down your body slowly, gently, you knew he was teasing you, "ugh, rafe.. stop it, stop teasing-" you managed to choke out through his lips. he chuckled against yours, ignoring your request when he finally lifted his lips from yours.
"you're so fuckin' hot.." he mumbled, noses touching and his hand kept sliding down your torso, getting closer to your dripping pussy. "did this all f'me?"
"yeah.." you breathed, your legs squeezing together and your eyes begging for him to just touch you already. you felt butterflies in your stomach, fluttering around on fire. he smirked and moved his face closer, close enough that when he spoke his lips would brush yours, "yeah?"
when rafe pulled up the waistband of your panties you let a gasp out, your eyes wide, staring into his. he slowly slid his hand down into the fabric, still smirking against your lips. he took no time in sliding his fingers over your sopping wet pussy.
"fuck baby, you this wet from sucking my cock?" he teased, sliding a finger into your begging hole. you gasped at the sudden feeling of his long finger and he mirrored your reaction before pressing his mouth against yours, finger still pumping in and out of you.
he took no time in picking up the pace, you were a moaning mess and he adored the way you were digging your nails into the bicep of the hand that was down your panties. he slipped another finger in, the sloppy sound of your pussy was making him rock hard, and you could feel it, only make you more and more wet.
you were gasping for air, trying to hold off finishing on his fingers, "rafey..." you pulled his lips off of yours to grasp his attention, "rafey.. i need you inside me" you finally breathed. as you finished the sentence, you could feel his cock harden and twitch against you.
"do you now.." he said lowly, cockiness was dripping in his tone but you didn't care, you loved making him feel good because damn was he good at making you unravel. you nodded desperately which only made him groan in satisfaction, "the things you to do me y/n"
he licked his lips before tearing your panties down, taking the garters with, you didn't even care if he'd shredded any of it, he'd buy you as many more pairs as you wanted. you reached for the mesh lace trim hosiery but rafe's hand quickly caught yours, you looked at him questionably before he opened his mouth.
"no baby those stay on," he breathed deeply looking down, "your legs look so sexy with that red lace." you just grinned at his approval because of course you were right, he absolutely adores the lingerie.
lastly, he grabs your tits, peppering kisses all over them on top of the lacey bralette you still had on. he gently slid his hands under you to unhook the bra, all while his mouth was still connected to your chest. he slid the bra off and grinned from ear to ear, mouth diving in to put rough kisses all over your boobs again.
you ran your hand though his messy hair as he now travelled up your chest to your neck and your lips, passionately laying kisses on you. you had both arms wrapped around his neck when you felt his huge tip sliding up and down your wet slit.
"you want me inside baby?" he whispered deeply, breath hot against the shell of your ear. you breathed in deeply and nodded, looking down at the way his cock was resting on top of your stomach, it went all the way up to the top of your belly button. "i need words.. cmon baby, you want my cock inside your wet pussy, hm?"
"yes.. god, please rafe." you gasped, now looking him in the eyes. he smirked before leaning back a little and without warning, he slid his entire length into you, all the way to the hilt. you screamed his name and dug your nails into his shoulder blades roughly.
he groaned as he very slowly pumped his length in you, "just rafe's fine baby, this may feel heavenly but i'm no god" he chuckled deeply, grunting through his words. he couldn't believe how tight you felt, but how easily his dick slid into your pussy because of just how wet you were for him.
the pain turned into pure pleasure as he picked up the pace. the head of his cock kissing your cervix while you couldnât form a single thought, you just felt so full. rafe was determined to make you reach your peak, the twitching of your thighs and the way your moans were getting louder indicated you were getting closer and closer to coming soon.
the way you clamped around his cock made his eyebrows stitch together in pure pleasure. you felt so fucking tight, he nearly lost it when you whimpered in his ear, "rafey, cum inside me, please baby.."
he met your eyes with a grin and launched his lips onto yours, practically eating your face. he was so hungry for your lips as his cock began to twitch inside you, indicating he was about to spill into you at any second.
"if you're sure baby" he breathed between kisses. he continued snapping his hips against yours, even speeding up as he got closer and closer. you moaned, loud, "yes! fuck- rafe, cum inside me, i need you to fill me up."
he buried his face in the crook of your neck and released a guttural groan as hot thick ropes of cum filled your insides. you came undone around his cock, clenching and unclenching as he filled you up, breathless.
both of your movements had come to a stop as he lay there on top of you, his back rising and falling rapidly. "fucking hell y/n.." he breathed, "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."
you smiled at his sweaty grin, leaning in and kissing him softly, "i love you rafe."
he kissed you back before kissing your forehead, "i love you too baby."
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Your viewpoint is honestly so pathetically warped and concerningly harmful.
You can be outraged and still need spaces where for an hour a day you can just sit and recharge and forget the world is burning. Because fuck knows if I didn't have those spaces and those hours I'd have killed myself years ago. Everyone is outraged. Everyone is dying. The entire world is on fire. 24/7 anger and exposure for everyone will not change that. It just ruins individual people.
You're essentially stating that because one person is suffering absolutely nobody ever is allowed respite. And that's not an exaggeration; that's the point you're reiterating. "Its hard for me but its harder for X so I have to suffer equally or in solidarity."
You don't have to.
Be angry. That's fine. Join servers where discussions about cute animals are interrupted by graphic discussions about rape, murder and genocide. That's fine. That's up to you. That's your choice and your decision.
But you cannot expect other people to deliberately harm themselves in solidarity with others. Once again I am telling you to stop being entitled and stubborn and read through the multitude of comments and reblogs from people who have suffered mentally and physically because of constant 24/7 hypervigilance and over-exposure. People who began to self-harm or develop RSD or began to have panic attacks or developed depression.
"I am outraged at people who put their mental health over other people's survival."
Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a little Trump robot.
What the fuck do you expect people to do, 24/7, to help others when they are literally falling apart themselves? Do you just expect people to go and go until they kill themselves? Get checked into a psychiatric facility? What is your endgame in telling people that in a world that is always on fire they must stand in the flames?
While you're sitting on Tumblr posting about shoplifting and burning the patriarchy what are you actually doing in terms of activism that isn't just being loud and hateful on a social website?
Its incredibly ironic that you replied to this post with:
"Shoot me in the head if I want a little Tumblr time sometimes."
But you're being incredibly hypocritical about that very same thing. People just want a little time to actually fucking live instead of working to survive, coming home, and dredging themselves in endless death, gore and suffering until its time to sleep and wake up and repeat.
You're sitting there reblogging radical memes when you could be outside litter picking or helping the homeless. You reblog memes and sit there being a miserable, spiteful asshole when you could be sharing nothing but aid links and informational posts. You sit there sharing posts which have absolutely no relevance to politics at all when you could be sharing campaign and political posts.
See where I'm going with this?
Either put up or shut up at this point, honestly. If you're so firmly of the mindset where nobody is allowed a solid minute to actually care for themselves or enjoy their very finite life, take your own advice. Take your own medicine. Get off Tumblr and actually do something.
I am actually begging some people to just let some spaces exist untouched by real-world issues and horrors.
Like I've lost count of the amount of times peaceful game or fandom servers have been ruined by people stampeding in with political rants, bitching about world issues, demanding internal activism, demanding vent channels so they can whine about their shitty parents, ect.
Like. Respectfully. Not every single space has to be inclusive of and welcoming of outside topics. The real world sucks. We don't needed to be reminded of that absolutely everywhere.
#myfandomrealitea#sephiroth speaks#reply reblog#this fucking asshole#sometimes i forget people like this exist and then they Speak#tw: zero braincells present
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Hello omg I love your soft sylus writing a lot !!
May I request please a reader where she loves sylus so much that she tries to express it by words but canât cause she is so shy and never done so and sylus encourage it and tease her
LOVE UR WRITING
You had something to say and it clear as day to Sylus that you were lost within the internal conflict raging on within your mind, weighing out the pros and cons of speaking truthfully of your heart to him. And while it was adorable to watch you squirm and struggle to articulate your thoughts into coherent sentences for the first five minutes, Sylus was soon aware that since your so hesitant in taking the first step, heâll have to take the first step on your behalf by grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you onto his lap.
âSomethings on your mind kitten, itâs eating away at you and I want to know what it is thatâs been consuming you from the inside out.â He says while tightening his grip on your wrist just enough to keep you from being able to pull away, but enough where heâs not bringing you to any harm. You could practically feel your heart in your throat as it righted in on itself, it didnât help that Sylusâs crimson eyes were peering into you in a way that made it seem as though he knew but loved to watch you suffer. âI- I donât-â you stopped before you could even say a full sentence as everything leading up to now had resurfaced in your mind.
You knew you loved Sylus, you have for a while now, but past experiences or close to the sort have made you hesitant in making the first move and into something more meaningful between the two of you. You remember times where you would wonder whether youâd be luckily enough to be blessed with having someone become interested in you, fully investing their time and energy into what you had to say, their eyes remained on you as though they couldnât bring themselves to look at anyone else.
You wanted everything youâve seen in movies or read in books so badly, but even if you did find someone who was interested by you, you tended to pull away before they could get close enough to see the real you and become distant because you didnât fulfill their idea of you that was unrealistic. You couldnât help it for after being on your own for a long while you have grown accustomed to the idea that you might be left to your own company, maybe have a cat and or a dog in the future to make up for the lack of connection. So the idea of sharing your space with anyone else has always made you feel seriously self conscious and unable to articulate your thoughts and feelings like youâd like to.
However soon Sylus came into your life and you felt the same way you did when you were still talking to the person you preciously liked. You felt jittery, scared, excited and eagerly anticipated when youâd next see Sylus again while occasionally on the look out for Mephisto. Yet once you realised what you were feeling, what you were doing, a cold sense of dread filled you and unfortunately Sylusâs actions towards you only made it even harder for you to deny what was happening between you two.
Sylus would go out of his way to hold you by the small of your back in crowded spaces, keeping you close proximity to him, lightly touch your shoulder or stand closer to you then normal and even get in your face to watch your expressions as he did some lighthearted teasing. He was in your personal space and he was everywhere you went, and since it happened so often it came to a point where you were actively seeking out the tall man with crimson eyes and snow/silvery hair without realising it. The implications scared you gravely to the point where recently youâve tried to avoid SylusâŚonly for Luke and Kieran along with Mephisto to find you and inform Sylus before he greeted you in person.
Sylus took your chin in his free hand and moving your head so you were back to staring into his observant eyes rather than to your fiddling fingers. âUse your words kitten, after all Iâve got all the time for you to sort out what you want to say.â He tells you as a smirk played upon his lips as he watched your eyes widened a tad and your breath hitched in your throat. Sylus then taps a finger against your lips softly, letting it linger there for a bit. âSo speak your mind sweetheart, speak it to me and donât be afraid of the consequences,â he then leans forward to rest his head against yours as his eyes looked at your lips briefly before looking back into your eyes, âyou might like what happens afterwards.â He finishes as he caresses your jawline with his fingers.
âDonât.â You tell him sternly, taking Sylus back a little. âDonât say things like that if youâre just going to be giving me false promises and leave after I say it.â You reiterated as you looked at his face as you felt a wave of embarrassment over come you as everything within you screamed to protect yourself.
âWhat makes you think I wonât take what you say to me seriously? Have I given you any doubt to distrust me into thinking I would laugh at your innermost emotions?â Sylus asked and when you didnât respond his smirk faltered as a serious emotions overcame his face and he took a deep breath. âYou know I would never laugh at your emotions right? What do I have to gain in knowing your feelings? For I would never use it against you, not when I know that Iâd loose you and your trust for that matter.â Sylus told you as he lets go of your wrist to hold your face between his palms instead, stroking your cheeks softly that you couldnât help but melt into his touch.
âI love you Sylus.â You admitted softly but clearly enough for him to hear as his thumbs stopped caressing your cheeks. âI always knew I love you but didnât want to say anything incase youâd find another person to call your muse, to call your kitten or sweetheart. Someone who can keep up with you where I canât. I knew I couldnât confess if I knew that this thing between us will never be anything but serious.â You continued as you felt everything come to the surface, easing the weight upon your shoulders greatly as you could feel yourself breath properly once more.
Sylus didnât say anything at first and it worried you, especially with the way he keeps his gaze locked on you as though nothing else mattered in this moment but you. It felt as though he could see right through you and directly into your soul and it made you feel a little exposed and vulnerable. It scared it greatly that your fears were proven right, so much that in the moment you tried to move yourself off of his lap, only for Sylus to pull you in closer to him by your face until you were touching noses and lips were ghosting over the others.
âSylus-â before you could finish your sentence, Sylus was quick to press his lips to yours as he began to weave his lips between yours with a tenderness and passion you werenât expecting after confessing your innermost feelings. He held your face as though it was porcelain as he deeper the kiss, moving a hand to the back of your head to keep you close to him, all the while his other hand rested on your waist to pull you further into him as though you werenât already physically close enough. It was passionate, sweet and warm as you found yourself putting your hands on his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his expensive shirt under your grip as you melted into the kiss; wanting nothing but to forget everything else except the taste of his lips on yours.
Only for your lungs to burn, forcing you to pull away from him as you catches your breath.
Sylus smirked as he hurried his head into your neck, breathing heavily as his fingers traced your skin over your clothes lovingly while you rested your head against his shoulder, soaking in his warmth and comforting feeling you get from cuddling against his chest. âI told you I wouldnât take you nor your emotions for granted kitten, why would I do that to the person I love?â He says against your neck and you couldnât help but smile goofily at his own confession as your heart fluttered.
You were glad that you finally got your feelings off of your chestâŚeven if it did take a little nudge from your crimson eyed beloved to do so as you spent the rest of the evening in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to one another.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace x you#love and deepspace imagine#love and deepspace imagines#lads imagine#lads imagines#lads x reader#lads x you#lads x y/n#lads fluff#love and deepspace fluff#sylus imagine#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x y/n#sylus fluff
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Venus in the houses Ovservation 8-12
Venus in the 8th house: these people are so magnetic itâs insane. They have a dark beauty to them thatâs truly captivating. They remind me of Tim Burton characters. But being so magnetic causes a lot of people to become obsessed with them. They attract a lot of stalkers and creepy people. They tend to get sexualized constantly( people make such gross comments to them itâs shocking). Iâve seen these people get catcalled and lustful stares and comments about their body even if they arenât wearing anything revealing. Even Iâve seen family members make inappropriate comments to these natives, things like âif you werenât my daughter IâdâŚ.â You get the picture 𤎠(8th house ruling taboo attraction ) one of my close friends had to deal with that in her family. They may have been shamed for wearing revealing clothing of too much makeup because itâs seen as âoverly sexyâ or âhoochieâ. People couldâve thought they were sluts even if they never had sex too itâs sad. They can get a lot of hate from people for no reason as well they may be used to people (mostly women) giving them dirty looks or ignoring them/purposely being mean to them. Their presence has such an intense affect on the people around them. Their relationships are also intense as well they attract a lot of people with a dangerous/edgy type vibe to them (junkies, drug dealers, people with a record ect). They have a provocative vibe to them so they can attract some very questionable partners at time. Iâve seen too that they are into gory kinda art or disturbing art pieces/ photography. They are also very proud of their bodies & usually embrace their sexuality. Iâve seen a lot get into nude modeling or just take a lot of pictures of their bodies. Theyâre more comfortable being nude than most (also this can be a big sugar baby placement as well like Venus in the 2nd).
Venus in 9th house: have such a unique glow to them. They have smiles that can light up a room and their laugh reminds me of wind chimes. I havenât met a lot of people with this placement but the ones I met I notice they are so intelligent and well spoken. So many people are drawn to them just to hear what they have to talk about. It makes them amazing teachers/gurus. They just always seem like they know what theyâre talking about so many describe them as being wide beyond their years (they usually have pretty high IQs as well, Marylin Monroe had this placement) They tend to find spouses while traveling or they can travel a lot with their partner. Their partner mightâve come from a very diverse cultural background or ethnicity. On the negative side these people can be very overly indulgent and sometimes believe that they are always right and their words are law. They can have a big god complex if negatively aspected.
Venus in the 10th house: give superstar vibes. These people put a lot of effort into their career and public image. Most big celebrities/ big politicians I notice have this placement. This can be a big trendsetter placement as well, youâll notice that many people will admire you and try to copy you a lot! Whether it be you mannerisms, fashion, art style ect. For example Billie Eilish has this placement and everyone went crazy over her baggy clothes style. You have more of an opportunity to make your mark in the world more than the rest of the Venus signs. If afflicted however you can become too obsessed with recognition and status to the point where you abandon important things and people in your life to attain your goals, this can cause someone who has sorta tunnel vision when negatively aspected. Itâs important to not get so wrapped up in others image of you so you donât burn yourself out trying to please everyone (they can be extremely sensitive to criticism & be harsh on themselves to perform perfectly). You can also have a habit of putting your work/career before relationships. You may not settle down till later in life.
Venus in the 11th house: I notice similar to Venus in Aqua that they are really big on friends before lovers typa thing. They donât really jump into relationships fast without becoming their friend first.( which can be a little annoying to more fast paced types) at first you can make your partner feel friend zoned but the ones who are patient enough to let you open up usually win your heart. They usually put a big emphasis on friends in general and could have a lot of them. If you date someone with this placement it may feel like youâre dating their friends toođ theyâre a very big part of their life. People with this placement usually have many support systems which can help them through life and show them to new opportunities(especially business opportunities). On the flip side Iâve seen these people become too detached with their relationships and treat them like friends rather than lovers which can cause their partner to feel neglected. They tend to find lovey dovey expressions a little awkward (if immature) which can cause them to become aloof when things get a little too close, they may start playing hot and cold. Might need a longer time to mature romantically than most. Iâve seen a lot of influencer and people with popular social media blogs have this placement. Theyâre very tech savvy & usually own the latest technology.
Venus in 12th house: these people I feel mostly live in their fantasy worlds in terms of love and romance. They are hopeless romantics at heart and have this beautiful vision of how they want their love to look and feel like. However itâs usually difficult for them to find this perfect love in such an imperfect world so they usually end up romanticizing the most mentally ill mfs into like a Prince Charming image lmao. This is why they usually attract a lot of unstable/ emotionally unavailable partners. Iâve seen these people remain celibate for long periods of time as well until they find that perfect love. Most of the time though unfortunately love feels a lot better in their imagination. Iâve read somewhere before that they go through such an ordeal in love because in a past life they chose lovers over loving themselves so a big lesson in this lifetime is to love yourself before you let anyone in. I also read they couldâve lost their soulmate in another life which caused this extreme longing for love in this life. These people usually find love through spiritual practices such as religion, meditation, crystal work, tarot ect.
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Conservation biologist here! Citizen science is super important!
You might wonder if submitting a couple photos of bugs in your yard to iNaturalist or feeder birds to eBird make a difference and it DOES. There are hundreds of academic papers each year (including my own) that use data from these citizen science projects to track long term trends in species populations, discover new populations of rare or imperiled species, or understand animal behavior and species interactions. Once in a while, someone even rediscovers a once-thought-extinct species by chance!
Citizen science is important because, as I've mentioned before, there aren't enough biologists to go around. We can't survey species everywhere, so a lot of places end up with big data gaps, particularly rural areas. Your backyard could have species that we didn't even know occurred in that county, or even that state! We need you to help fill in those gaps - even if you don't know what you're taking a picture of, if you put it on a community-driven platform like iNaturalist, we will ID it for you.
Citizen science can be a gateway into conservation, getting you more familiar and curious about the nature in your area. You'll start noticing more, knowing their names, and then seeking them out. Before you know it, you'll also be looking for a community of like-minded enthusiasts, meeting up to look for things together, or participating in events to help build habitat, or even help teach others what you've learned.
Some of the sites listed and bullet pointed above are redundant, so let me summarize:
Zooniverse as mentioned is an excellent place to find a variety of projects that need pairs of eyes to look through data, as others have mentioned. There's trail cam projects, whale song projects, star map projects, transcription projects, any number of things you can do at home (and not just science, quite a lot of humanities and history stuff on there too). It can be super relaxing to just spend a few hours going through photos and clicking buttons.
iNaturalist is the major worldwide platform for submitting photos or audio of literally any living thing, anywhere. It's community-based, so you suggest an ID, and others will agree or correct it until it's reached a consensus and can be 'research grade', aka enough for scientists to use. The possibilities of how you can search, view, and study the data are limitless. Learn the species in your area, search for where to find species you want to see, learn who else near you is interested in the same kinds of organisms, you name it. And if you already are pretty good at IDing some kind of organism, you can help add IDs to others' posts and pay it forward.
eBird is, next to iNaturalist, the other largest global citizen science platform, but only for birds. It is made by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, which also makes the Merlin bird ID app and AllAboutBirds website. Out of those three, eBird is the actual citizen science site you submit to. eBird is the primary platform used by birders of all skill levels, and contains over 101,000,000 checklists from birders all over the globe. Like, if you were wondering where birders hang out, it's here. You could search the data for hours. Birders do. It doesn't matter if you submit a single chickadee or a 12-hour Big Day list, they all count and they're all important. There is a higher expectation of data quality here though than places like iNaturalist - you do need to be sure of what species you are seeing, and if you try to submit something rare without documentation they will contact you.
There are smaller eBird projects you can do coming into the winter now though - check out Project Feederwatch, The Great Backyard Bird Count, and the annual Christmas Bird Count, which happens in several locations in every state each year! These pertain to common, easy-to-ID yard birds and there are resources to help you learn them.
These sites all have tutorials on how to use them!
There are so many citizen science projects. Some like bioblitzes are in-person events that usually last one day and take place at a specific property like a local nature preserve, while others like a butterfly census occur all season and you can sign up for a route. Look into what's happening in your state by checking out your local Audubon chapter's website!
I'll throw a few others here: BugGuide, BumbleBee Watch, Beecology, The Great Sunflower Project, Xeno-Canto, Big Bee
If you're feeling anxious or depressed about the climate and want to do something to help right now, from your bed, for free...
Start helping with citizen science projects
What's a citizen science project? Basically, it's crowdsourced science. In this case, crowdsourced climate science, that you can help with!
You don't need qualifications or any training besides the slideshow at the start of a project. There are a lot of things that humans can do way better than machines can, even with only minimal training, that are vital to science - especially digitizing records and building searchable databases
Like labeling trees in aerial photos so that scientists have better datasets to use for restoration.
Or counting cells in fossilized plants to track the impacts of climate change.
Or digitizing old atmospheric data to help scientists track the warming effects of El NiĂąo.
Or counting penguins to help scientists better protect them.
Those are all on one of the most prominent citizen science platforms, called Zooniverse, but there are a ton of others, too.
Oh, and btw, you don't have to worry about messing up, because several people see each image. Studies show that if you pool the opinions of however many regular people (different by field), it matches the accuracy rate of a trained scientist in the field.
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I spent a lot of time doing this when I was really badly injured and housebound, and it was so good for me to be able to HELP and DO SOMETHING, even when I was in too much pain to leave my bed. So if you are chronically ill/disabled/for whatever reason can't participate or volunteer for things in person, I highly highly recommend.
Next time you wish you could do something - anything - to help
Remember that actually, you can. And help with some science.
#am i capable of writing less than six (6) paragraphs? the world may never know#anyway if you spend time on these you may run into me. my irl self.#i identify most bees posted to the northeastern US on iNat and well. i'm an active birder lol
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