#such a kind person so fun to be aroud

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truth or dare 🌙 // george daniel x reader

a/n: this is based on a few requests and also loosely a sequel to first time and midnight, car lights. so the ages are 18 and 20! i tried to make this as realistic as possible so it's not perhaps the hottest thing ever but it's weirdly sweet haha

cw: brother's best friend, loss of virginity, smut in general, fingering. they talk :)) so much :)), the use of "good girl", female reader

wc: 6.3k

the room is buzzing with energy. loud and boisterous sounds of people having fun and whooping along to a silly game of truth or dare. matty already has his tongue down someone’s throat—as a “dare” of course. you cringe internally. 

it’s one thing to sit and play a game of truth or dare with your brother’s friends and potentially spill embarrassing secrets, it’s another to sit there and watch your brother practically dry hump some girl you’ve never seen before. 

and then there’s andrew who keeps looking at you like he wants them to do the same. 

you stifle the urge to retch. 

“alright, alright,” ross puts his hands up, “we get it, let’s move on.”

matty and the girl pull away amidst boyish whoops and giggles. the girl hides her mouth behind her hand, coy and flirty, and matty, ever the little shit, throws her a wink. 

“okay, okay, right. good luck to whoever who has to sleep near matty’s bedroom tonight,” one of the people jokes and another roar of laughter goes up. great, yeah, fucking hilarious. because once again, that would be you. 

“next up!” andrew picks up the bottle, wiggling it at the crowd of people and building up excitement. 

it spins and spins and spins in dizzying circles and for a moment you wonder if it will ever stop or slow down. it’s a silly thought. of course, the bottle slows dows, going past you once before losing some more momentum, then past you again and you breathe a sigh of relief. not you…

until somehow, the bottle gets second wind, spinning way past what it should have been able to, its nozzle coming closer and closer and closer before it stops right on you. 

when the next cheer goes up, it sounds like it’s coming from under water. 

you look aroud at the faces of the people gathered. the growing sense of dread climbs up your spine, manifests in visible goosebumps that you resist rubbing away. fuck this, fuck your brother and fuck his friends. 

matty is utterly useless when you glance at him for any kind of help. all he does is grin mischievously, clearly relishing the idea of you being at the center of attention. next to him, george sits with an unreadable expression. but you know looking at him is not a good idea…

looking at him only makes you think about the kiss and how you have not spoken since…

andrew, who had spun the bottle, wears a sly smile, his eyes still fixed on you. you know him well enough to understand that he's been angling for this moment. the rest of your brother's friends exchange knowing glances, anticipating some juicy revelation or an embarrassing dare;.

ross, trying to keep the game moving, speaks up, "alright, truth or dare?"

you briefly consider choosing dare, thinking you might be able to dodge a potentially embarrassing truth. but you know these guys—they're relentless when it comes to dares, especially when it's your turn. besides, you don't give a shit if you appear cowardly in front of them.

taking a deep breath, you muster some courage. "truth."

a couple boos ring out. matty makes an exaggerated “pfft” and goes back to his makeout. george just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. 

but there’s one person in the room whose attention doesn’t waver. andrew still has that persistent look in his eyes, clearly brainstorming something devious.

“your most interesting sex story. go,” he grins, staring at you with the utmost interest. 

you roll your eyes and groan audibly. “really, andrew? couldn’t think of something original?”

“yes, really,” he counters, sounding like a fucking knobhead. “and i wanna know. the rules are the rules.”

you look around the room, trying not to panic. everyone has gone from looking bored at you picking truth to back to looking at you with wide eyes. and no amount of trying stops the heat from creeping up your neck. 

“i don’t–it’s not interesting,” you stammer out. trying to make up something on the spot. “they’ve been pretty basic. just regular stuff.”

you hope it’s enough for them to lose interest again, to call you boring and vanilla and move on to the next person. but fuck andrew and fuck his lecherous curiosity. 

“what’s ‘pretty basic’?” he pokes a tongue in his cheek, eating up the subsequent oooohs with a big smile. 

you look around the room, first at matty only to find that he and the girl are already halfway out the door, heading up to his room (gag). then you look at the next best person. 

george. stoic george with his arms crossed in front of his chest, glaring at andrew as if he could kill him with his stare alone. 

“your usual stuff, andrew…” you grit out, staring at a spot behind him. you should have just stopped this, should have told him that truth entails one question and one question only and it’s none of his business but you’ve always let matty’s friends strong arm you. 

“so describe it, little healy—”

“don’t call her that.” 

to your surprise, it’s george who speaks up before you do. his entire body vibrates with tension, jaw clenched and arms taut. 

“move on, andrew,” his voice has an edge of warning. “she clearly doesn’t want to discuss it.”

you stare at him in awe, about to nod as a silent thank you when george stares directly at you. “besides, why do you want to know something so boring and vanilla?”

the people snicker and you feel your face drop. his tone is not cruel, it’s just matter of fact which somehow hurts more. a faint buzzing fills your ears, increasing by the second. 

this is too much. you need peace and quiet and the comfort of your own room, not this stupid party with all these idiots. you should have never agreed to it. 

the bottle spins again, you do not wait to see who it lands on. instead, you do the cowardly thing of running up to your bedroom.

“the last time i checked, the game was called truth or dare,” george drawls behind you just as you’re about to open the door to your bedroom. 

you barely even wait for him, rolling your eyes to yourself and opening the door in a huff. he’s just like the rest of them—an idiot. an idiot you were stupid enough to kiss and have a crush on. 

of course, george doesn’t back away too easily. 

pushing his way into your room behind you, he closes the door, acting as if this is his space. deja vu hits you like a tonne of bricks. 

“it’s none of their business,” you retort. 

“shoulda picked dare then…”

“and what? make out with andrew? you and i both know that’s what he was hoping for.”

the serious expression on his face crumbles for a moment, replaced by an annoying little smirk. 

“character development, little healy,” he teases, once again crossing his arms in front of him and leaning against the door. 

you don’t know how you always end up like this—george in your room without anyone’s knowledge, looking like the boy of your dreams while you fume at him for one thing or the other. 

“shut up,” you mumble petulantly. 

george doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead choosing to look around him nonchalantly. all you can replay in your head is the kiss, and his stupid little smile after. and then the fact that he seemed to vanish into thin air for two weeks.

you can't help but feel a mixture of irritation and curiosity. he's always been a puzzle to you—maddeningly frustrating yet undeniably intriguing and despite your attempts to resist his charm, there's a part of you that can't help but be drawn to him.

you decide to break the tense silence that has settled between you two. "what are you even doing here, george?" you demand, your voice laced with annoyance.

frustratingly enough, he chooses to answer it with a question of his own. 

“why is sex such a touchy topic?” george toys with his bracelet, “you’re only 18. most people your age haven’t done it yet.”

“you’re joking, right?” you laugh, unable to hide your incredulity. “and what does it matter to you if i have or haven’t done it.”

“it doesn’t,” he shrugs, “not to me. but clearly it matters to you… wouldn’t have been so defensive otherwise.”

“i wasn’t defensive—”

“shup up, george,” he says in a high pitched voice, a crude imitation of you presumably. and it is nothing what you sound like. yet he continues. “i have seen photos, george, i have seen videos!” then he shakes his head, one irresistible lock of hair falling in his face. “isn’t that what you said last time? about the weed?”

“it bothers you, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he continues when you refuse to speak. “why not ask someone. you’re a pretty girl. any boy your age would say yes.”

“so you do it then,” you challenge. it’s only when the sentence has fully slipped out, beyond your control, that you realise what you just said. it’s only then that your heart starts hammering in your chest.

your back is pressed against the wall of your room. faint music and chatter slips in through the cracks of the door and yet you swear you can hear the loud beat of your heat echoing all around the room. george stills in place. 

“i’m asking you; since you think i have such a problem with being a virgin,” you continue. no point backing out now, no point pretending you didn’t offer to let him fuck you. for the first time. “it’s long overdue anyway. i don’t want candles and flowers and a picnic under the stars. i just want to get it over with.”

“don’t say things you don’t mean, little healy.” his voice has gone hoarse as if it strains him to speak normally. you watch as he swallows roughly, the hollow of his throat becomes prominent for a brief moment and you wonder what it would feel like to get a taste of his skin. 

“who says i didn’t mean it,” you push yourself off the wall, taking one daring step closer. george stays where he is, still looking at you intently, still watching. his lips part as he tries to subtly take in a shaky breath. 

“your brother—”

“doesn’t care,” you finish for him. “someone else has his attention tonight.”

“this is so wrong…”

“why?” 

george scrutinises you, rolling his tongue in his mouth. you follow the line of it, wondering how it would feel in your mouth—its weight and its texture. how it would feel on your body, to be touched like that for the first time. 

“why is it wrong, george? i am old enough. i want this, i am consenting to it.” george stands straighter as you stop right in front of him. 

to an untrained eye, he looks casual and cool as always, effortlessly carrying all 6’4 inches of him, effortlessly beautiful and irresistible. but the vein standing taut on his arm says otherwise. he’s anything but cool and casual. if anything, he’s as charged as a live wire. 

“unless you don’t… unless that’s not something…”

“stop.”

it’s your turn to freeze and gawk up at him wordlessly. george closes the gap between you, stepping towards you until you’re back in your original place; against the wall with his hand resting next to your head. his mouth is so close as he leans down—pink and full and just…filthy. 

“you have no idea… you don’t–fuck. okay.” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. his face is a mask of something. almost something you recognise. but it passes just as quickly as it appears. 

“you have never done this before, any of it, have you? you couldn’t even look people in the eye while saying it, bushing and flustered like a schoolgirl.”

“i have!” you burst out, indignant and angry now. “i have done…things. i have kissed and made out with people, i have…people have seen me without a top on.”

george laughs roughly at that and swallows again. the hollow of his throat appears again, right there, tauntingly close. all you have to do is get on your tip toes and you’ll be kissing it. but then there’s the way his other arm snakes around your waist. 

you are pressed flush against the wall with barely an inch between the two of you. and even though he still hasn’t touched you, if anyone walked in on you in this position…

“so you haven’t done shit. tell me something…have you ever been touched like you touch yourself? have you ever had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced? someone ever go down on you? make you see stars and blackout?”

the questions come out like rapid fire; each one making your blood run faster and your heart pound all over your body. heat courses through you. it’s undeniable that you want him to do all those things to you, want him to be the first. 

by the time he’s finished, his mouth is parted. his pupils are so dilated that his eyes might as well be black and you can feel the warmth of his breaths on your face. so you decide to take matters into your own hands, say fuck it and pull him down, crashing your mouth onto his. 

both his hands are on your waist instantly, holding you tightly as his mouth moves against yours. it’s rough and hot, full of want. his body is pressed against yours, his hard chest and the bulge in his jeans against the softness of your body. this is so much different than the first kiss. it’s all hardness and intensity and hot searing kisses. 

you’re vaguely aware of jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his middle, vaguely aware of george moving across the room and placing you on the bed. 

george barely breaks the kiss when he takes his top off, warm skin pressed against yours. your head spins. 

this is happening. this is happening with george. with GEORGE. 

there’s a part of you that wants to run around the room and hyperventilate. another part of you—the much bigger one—decides to be bold again, copying his moments as you take your top off too, silently thanking the patron gods of teenage sex that you chose to wear a good bra. 

“you really…” he pants, struggling to catch his breath for a second. “you really want this? with me?”

your hair sticks to his jaw a you pull back slightly, just enough to be able to speak. 

“i do, i—” a rough swallow, “i want you.”

“okay then,” he leans forward again, then stops, trying to fight off the massive smile making its way onto his face. you didn’t think there would be something to find endearing in the middle of a one night stand. yet here you are, fighting a big goofy smile of your own.

“show me what you do,” george sits at the end of your bed, watching you with hooded eyes. his chest glistens with sweat—so does yours, you imagine—making his tattoos stand out in the warm light of your bedroom. “when you touch yourself, how do you do it.”

heat creeps up your cheeks at the prospect of being entirely naked and vulnerable in front of him. shyness floods your body making you avert your gaze and bite your lip nervously. not that you don’t trust him enough, but you don’t want to be ogled at so blatantly. 

“uh–um, i don’t–that’s…” it’s frustrating that you can’t even get a proper sentence out, stuttering and stammering like a fucking child but george clocks it instantly. 

“what is it?” this time his voice is gentle, curious. “is it too much? do you want to stop—”

“no! no, i just…” you keep your eyes averted building the courage to tell him exactly what you want. there’s no denying the fact that george makes you nervous; he always has but you have to remind yourself what he said—practically drilled into you—at the beginning. 

you are in control of everything. all of it. 

“i don’t want to be stared at, that–that’s too much.”

his features soften as realisation dawns on him. you wonder if you’ve put him off—sex should go both ways, after all. what’s the point if only one of you enjoys yourself? 

“right then…” silently, george moves from the foot of the bed to right next to you. 

the movement makes the bed dip and your breath quivers in anticipation the closer he comes. is he going to put a stop to it? break it to you gently that he’s not interested anymore. maybe you should have sucked it up and done what he told you to do, he’s the one with more experience after all…

“what are you…”

he settles himself right next to you, legs spread open just wide enough for—

“come here,” he instructs and pats the space in front of him. “how about you show me some other way. guide my hand, if that’s okay.”

for a moment, the idea stuns you. of course you knew what sex entailed but it’s just…it’s so much happening all at once. so much that requires being vulnerable. 

but you trust george. so you nod and do as he’s told you. 

you close your eyes once you settle yourself between his legs, fully immersing yourself in the feeling of him all around you—his cologne and cigarettes and the hint of sweat that’s somehow the most perfect combination ever. your hand is so much smaller on top of his, guiding him down starting just at your navel. his other hand is on your breasts, kneading and rolling your nipples between his fingers expertly. 

george doesn’t need you to guide him, judging by the gasps and moans that he draws out of you, you know he can make you feel good either way. but this is more for you than him, more so you would feel in control, and that adds to the thrill of it all the more. 

“does this feel good, sweetheart? is this okay?” his voice is all around you, skittering over your bones and sending a shiver down your spine. all you can do is nod and whimper. all you want to do is guide his hand further down. 

george lets you. 

the callouses on the pad of his fingers leave electric tingles in their wake as they brush your pelvis. a gasp echoes around the room, sharp and sudden. 

“that’s it,” he coaxes, “show me how you like it.”

his fingers graze the inside of your thighs and right above the waistband of your underwear, leaving goosebumps wherever they trail. 

“take these off me?” you breathe out into the stillness of your room. he takes no time in obliging—hooking a finger in them and lifting your hips off the bed to slide the delicate fabric down your thighs and past your knees until they’re discarded somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. this is it, you, here, fully naked and at his mercy. 

“better?” he asks.

you nod, leaning your head back onto his collarbone. george nips at your skin, making you giggle and loosening some of the tension filling your body. his fingers hover over your clit, waiting for you to show him what you want. 

“fuck, george,” you breathe as soon as you feel his touch—it’s just the right pressure, the right pace as he circles your clit. your hand falls slack, back arching off his chest lightly as you bite your lips to stifle a loud moan. 

this is nothing like you’ve felt before, nothing like your own hands make you feel. this is like tiny fireworks right under your skin. 

“shit, that–that feels so good.”

george hums behind you, keeping up with the pace you set. his fingers dip between your folds, teasing and inching towards your opening—keeping you on edge. the sheets are bunched between your fingers, sweaty back pressed to his chest. george nibbles at your neck, right over your pulse point as his fingers play with your nipples; stimulating, sending jolts through your whole body. 

“so wet,” he breathes, peppering kisses down your shoulder. his finger circles your entrance, rough and thicker than your own, better than you’re used to. “so perfect for me.”

it’s enough for you to cry out—whine really. because you want him, need to feel him. but he’s taking his own sweet time. 

“what was that for, huh? needy little thing,” he taunts, “what do you want?”

between the words and his gruff voice, all thoughts fly out of your head for a second. he hasn’t even properly fucked you yet and your head is already starting to feel like mush. 

“you, please,” you all but beg, “want your fingers in me, please george…”

“think you’re ready to take it?”

nodding nervously, you spread your legs wider. your hand reaches back, caressing the nape of neck, scratching it in slow sensual circles. hearing him groan is enough to calm your nerves. sure, the effect you have on him is minuscule compared to what he’s doing to you, but it’s a small victory regardless. 

george falters for a brief moment, head thrown back as you feel the spike in his heartbeat. it makes your own skip a beat. but he recovers quickly, teasing your folds a bit more, finger circling your entrance.

“tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” 

your stomach churns from a mix of anxiety and excitement—this is happening, this is really happening. george tuts when you nod on auto-pilot. 

“need you to say it, love. use your words.”

“y–yes, yes, i will.”

“good girl,” he whispers, lips pressed to the shell of your ear. 

before you even have the time to react to that, he slides a finger in, just the tip first. he goes slow, takes just enough time to gague your reaction.

it’s a strange sensation—a good sensation. his finger is noticeably thicker than yours, and longer, the pad of it scratches against your insides, making you gasp. george stops once he’s all in. 

“good?”

“fuck–yes!” 

all you need to do is give him that little nudge before he pulling the finger out again, and thrusting it in, this time faster, rougher. your insides feel like liquid, melting further and further with each graze of his callouses, with each thrust, and oh the rhythm…

you knew he would know how to set a pace but somehow he gets it right on the first try, going just slow enough to give your body time to adjust but fast enough for a familiar knot to build in your stomach. his thumb presses against your clit each time. 

“oh my god–oh god…” you can’t remember the last time you’ve chanted it so thoroughly, reciting it like a prayer and chasing your high. 

“need to add another finger, sweetheart. need to stretch you out, that okay?”

his voice makes you jolt. it’s all around you, deep and scratchy and almost a growl—teeming with lust. of course it is, you can feel his hard on pressed against the small of your back, can feel the way his heart is thumping in his chest. you can hear his audible swallows and groans each time you dig your nails into his thighs, every time you grind against him when the pleasure becomes too much. 

“mm-hmm,” you nod vigorously, “yes… need more…”

it’s frankly a surprise that you still have the ability to speak because every single part of your body feels like it’s melting, blood zapping through your body, pushing your heart into overdrive.

this time when george thrusts in, it’s with two fingers. you cry out at the sudden stretch, the burn that accompanies it. george falters when you jolt forward.

“shit–shit did i hurt you?”

hurt?? 

“no, i—” it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, and to take the whiney edge off your voice. “that felt good… better than before. keep going, please, just—”

george doesn’t let you finish, pushing his fingers inside you again. the hilt of his palm crashes against your clit, rougher than before and your body trembles from all of it.

“such a perfect girl, taking me so well.” his words add to the heady intoxication. 

your head spins, completely blanking out on anything else. all that matters right now is george and his hands and his voice. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and peppering kissing and this time the buzzing that fills your ears is nothing like before. 

now as your legs shake and spasm, you know you’re close. 

“gonna cum, george, fuck…keep going…” it’s a whine, you don’t know where it just came from but now is not the time to care about that. 

his fingers keep moving in and out, plunging into you, drawing out wet and obscene sounds until you feel them hooking inside you, without warning. when george parts his fingers inside you, stretching you more, it’s enough to push you over the edge. 

with a cry, you slump against him, gushing onto his hand, incapable of doing anything else as waves of pleasure crash onto you, blinding you almost. this has never happened before… never. not with your own hand, or the tiny white bullet in your drawer. something about his body makes your blood sing.

facing george after that feels like a daunting task. he did just witness you completely falling apart on his hand and who knows what kinds of sounds you made in the heat of the moment…

a flush creeps up your face when george turns you around.

“fuck…” he breathes, panting, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. “that was so hot, fuck!”

for a second you don’t know what to say so you sit there, trying not to nervously bite on your lip, averting his eyes. because that was just the foreplay… the main part is yet to come. 

“did you enjoy that?” he asks tentatively. another second ticks by before you feel a hand under your chin, tilting it up. 

“sweetheart…” george begins. his eyes are soft—blown out and hooded with lust, sure, but somewhere in there, there’s a tenderness you haven’t seen before. “do you want to stop? it’s alright, if that’s all you want to do tonight. i promise…”

you contemplate it. you want him, you want his closeness and you want his body and if sex feels anything like what you just felt then you absolutely can’t wait for it.

“i want to keep going,” you reply. 

this time, george leans forward, hand still on your chin, holding it in place as he goes in for a kiss. something soft and sweet. a stolen moment of leisure amidst all the burning passion and hormone filled lust. 

“are you in your head?” he asks after a minute. 

you know the answer is yes. it shouldn’t be this difficult, he has done nothing to make you feel uncomfortable. on the contrary, you have never felt so safe with another boy. 

“i think so…yeah. i just, i don’t know how to stop overthinking it.”

he contemplates it for a long time, at least it feels like a long time. you’re aware of the wetness between your legs, of the little fire in your stomach that still hasn’t gone out. you’re aware of how hard he is and yet how he hasn’t even talked about himself yet. 

“can i touch you?” 

it’s an unsure question; your voice sounds small to your ears but there’s an undertone of curiosity. his eyes widen. 

george nods, moving to take off his brief. when he’s done, george settles on his knees, now fully naked. 

your breath catches in your throat. it’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before. you’ve watched porn. the first guy who made out with you and got to third base had you feel him over his jeans. and although it was more unsettling than it was fascinating, it was a new experience. 

but watching george is a mesmerising thing. he’s not shy about his body, if anything, his bold confidence makes him hotter than any other boy you’ve ever known. 

“please.” he breathes in deeply, trying to stay still as your hand inches between his thighs. 

he’s big, at least to you he is, thick and hard. george groans loudly when you trace his length with a finger, running it along his red tip that already leaks with precum. the sound is throaty, almost a growl. so this is what a man looks like when he’s fighting to stay in control. 

his eyes are closed, a string of curses falling from his lips as you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, moving it tentatively—slow strokes from the base to his tip and back again. his body shudders, the hollow of his throat moves. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, love.” his voice is a throaty whisper, his nails dig into the flesh of his thighs even as he so clearly struggles not to thrust his hips into your hand. 

it’s the small, impulsive movement that fills you up with some confidence. a tiny thrill of pride shoots through you, thoroughly pleased at the way his body responds to your touch. some of the tension in your body dissipates. 

“well, isn’t that the goal here? to make you cum?” 

george clicks his tongue, “not before you. tonight is about you. my pleasure is just a byproduct.”

george moves before you have the time to respond, grabbing his jeans from the foot of the bed to look for his wallet. and there, inside, as expected is a small, silver square. 

“you ready for it?” 

“yes,” you say and this time, there’s not a hint of doubt in it. “yes i am.”

george tears the foil with his teeth, spitting it out to one side and taking the condom out. you watch unabashedly as he rolls onto his dick. his fingers work deftly—practiced, sure movements; small things that make you aware once again of how inexperienced you are. 

but that’s about to change. 

his mouth is back on yours, hand back between your legs, drawing rough eight figures on your clit. you barely even registers as george lays you down on your back. all you can focus on are his fingers dipping in and out of you once again, quick and expert thrusts that have you on the edge again in no time. 

“lift your hips for me, love. just like that.” his voice is soft, his eyes are softer. there’s a tenderness to his face that you’ve never seen before; a stillness that’s gentle and comforting. 

poised on top of you, you can feel his tip brushing against your entrance. nerves flood your body as you do what he’s asked.

“george…” it surprises you how shaky your voice sounds. for all your bravado before, your mouth feels dry. “please just…go slow, please.”

he pauses for a moment and you marvel at his self-control once again. he could so easily just chase his orgasm somewhere else, fuck someone else at the party. yet here he is, pausing every two minutes to make sure you’re alright and enjoying yourself. 

he cups your face, gently running a thumb along your lower lip. 

“i will. as slow as you want.”

his hand is back between your legs, teasing and brushing against your clit, melting your moans into small bursts of ecstasy. his fingers keep moving, building up pleasure again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until a second orgasm hits you. 

as you writhe under george, trying to ride out your high by grinding against his hand, he kisses you again, tongue licking the inside of your mouth, teeth clashing against teeth. 

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he pants. his voice is strained. you imagine he’s being pushed to his limits. 

“yes, just–just do it, i am ready.”

lining himself against your entrance, george pushes in. the first few seconds are completely normal. he moves slowly, sticking to your limits and pressing small kisses on your face. the stretch you feel is fine, exactly how it was when you were riding his fingers. a moans slips out, full of lust. and that’s when the burn starts. 

tears well up on your bottom lashline the more he pushes in. you feel too full, more than you ever have, too stretched out. 

“are you in?” your voice quivers and george pauses. 

“not yet, sweetheart. but almost.”

another nod from you and he moves again, the burn intensifies, turning your moans of pleasure into whimpers of pain until george bottoms out and stills in place. 

“you okay? does it hurt?” his voice is hushed, words coming out rapidly as he tries to make sure everything is alright. despite everything, the concern in his voice melts your heart. 

“hurts a little. can you just–just stay still for a bit?”

he nods again. george lowers his forehead, resting it onto yours. the moments stands suspended in time. by the time, the burn subsides, you’re kissing again—slow and sweet, fingers intertwined.

“okay,” you nod into the crook of his neck, “okay you can move.”

the stinging is back when he starts moving back and forth. he’s going as slow as possible, you know it, yet it takes you body a bit longer to adjust, for sparks of pleasure to come through between the pain. 

when you open your eyes, you find him already looking at you, a soft pink flush visible on his cheeks. to your surprise george averts his eyes quickly. 

“i–uh,” he stammers a little, “i’m–um, i’m not gonna last long.” the last part is whispered, like a shameful confession. “you’re really tight and–fuck! fuck, baby it feels so good…”

“george,” you interrupt before he has the chance to keep going. he thrusts in again just then, a bit harder than before. this time, the pleasure is much stronger than the pain. all thoughts fly out the window momentarily, but you cradle his face in your hands. brush your fingers on his cheek. 

“you’re already making me feel so good. shit, george, don’t apologise. just–you can go a bit harder if you want.” another gasp gets struck in your throat, another little broken moan. 

george moves faster, hips bucking, slamming into yours lightly. the friction, the stretch, all of it is better than you could have ever imagined. you couldn’t care less how long he lasts. it’s your body that makes him go crazy, you that’s currently making him losing it. that thought alone is enough to send bolts of lightning all throughout your body. 

feeling a little bold, you do the thing you’ve only watched girls in porn do. you wrap your legs around his waist and it’s like something clicks in place. suddenly he’s sliding in much deeper than he was before, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your mind go blank and your jaw go slack. 

“fuck fuck fuck,” george curses. his pace increases. whatever control he had on himself has finally snapped, whatever leash he had kept on himself, finally gone. 

maybe your eyes roll back in pleasure, maybe your legs tighten around his waist, the only thing you remember is clenching around him, telling him over and over again how good it feels. 

“so good for me, baby, so perfect,” he coos, hand snaking down between your joined bodies. he finds your clit again, swollen and wet and so sensative, it’s like a thunderstorm just under the surface of your skin.

“gonna cum, sweetheart,” george grunts out. “cum with me, can you do that? hmm?”

you nod, or you think you do. all you remember is grinding on his pelvis and mewling when he flicks your clit. it’s the sound that gets to him, that pushes him over the edge. when his orgasm hits, you feel him twitch inside you. somewhere in the haze, a third orgasm washes over you. 

you watch him mesmerised, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, to memorise the look of pure bliss on his face as he fucks into you, riding out his orgasm, letting you ride out yours. his thrusts slow down, eventually coming to a stop. 

george doesn’t pull out instantly, instead, he collapses on top of you, breathing hard, panting into your neck. your sweaty bodies stick to each other, still locked in together. 

it takes him a minute to gather himself. a minute until he can say, “gonna pull out okay? it might hurt.”

it does a little but the tingles in your body take over and all you feel is a slight sting. 

“that was—” you start and stop again, completely at a loss for words. 

“yeah?” he laughs a little, lying next to you and pulling you into his chest. 

he’s warm and a bit sticky but this is nice, you think, the way his body envelopes yours entirely. 

“was i good?”

he hums. “you were perfect.”

the butterflies in your stomach intensify. perfect. it’s nice to hear that word. especially nice to hear it from him.

"you might be a bit sore tomorrow," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but don't worry, sweetheart. i'll stay and take care of you."

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no one asked but here is a list of my favorite samdean fics, in no particular order:

streams and side alleys - thecapn

- Summary: AU. Dean grows up in the backseat of a 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam grows up in foster care.

- 55,205 words

- Okay I lied I said this list had no particular order but this is actually my favorite samdean fic. I can't even put into words why. Just thinking about it makes me emotional. Beautifully written.

- Link

Buy You a Mockingbird - candle_beck

- Summary: A genuine horror story.

- 10,272 words

- A four words long summary and no tags. I don't want to say much because going in blind is the best thing you can do. Outsider's point of view. Incredibly well written. One of those fics I'll never forget

- Link

Pine Sweat - applecrumbledore

- Summary: Sam watched Dean hack up firewood with his hatchet. The magically-induced heat wave had his shirt soaked with sweat.

“Did you ever have a, uh… experimental phase?” Sam smacked his lips, trying to think of a diplomatic way to phrase it. “That kid—by which I mean you—has been staring. At me. Kind of a lot.”

(Sam and Dean get sent back to 1996 and go on a hunt with their teenaged selves. The kids don't know who they are.)

- 105,325 words

- I mean if you haven't read anything by applecrumbledore yet what are you doing with your life ! This fic was so much fun to read, I was completely hooked from the very beginning. The angst, the smut, the characterizations... soo good. I'll re-read it soon

- Link

Series: Drywall Dust, Talk Aroud It, & Nothing Ruined - applecrumbledore

- Summaries:

1. Drywall Dust: "Did you fuck my math teacher?" Sam hissed. Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

2. Talk Around it: “It’s just a truth spell,” Sam tried. “It could be worse.” Dean looked at him like he was stupid.

“Yeah, thank God we don’t have a giant, life-ruining secret that we really, really don’t want our dad knowing. Good thing he’s not on his way here right this second.” He scoffed. “Could be worse. Jesus. Good to know you can still lie.”

3. Nothing Ruined: Sam told Dean about Stanford on a freezing Saturday morning in February, curled together under the blankets on a pullout bed in a flea-bitten apartment in northern Montana, when John was three weeks and half a country away.

- 40.923 words in total

- I laughed I cried and I adored the smut what else could you ask for. Again, anything this author writes is soooo good! [*there's a fourth part in this series but I personally prefer to see it as a trilogy and the last part as a separate fic]

- Link

Brittle - thecapn

- Summary: Sam Winchester has an eating disorder.

- 30,027 words

- If you like to read about sam having an ed this is the fic for you. Ofc keep in mind the triggering potential of this topic as it is a central part of the story. Very sad but it has a happy hopeful ending. The story starts when they're younger, pre-series (pining!sam but no weecest) and then spans over several seasons. There's a really short second part that's so good too

- Link

The Last Outpost of All That Is - gekizetsu

- Summary: The world is over, and it’s a Winchester’s lot in life to cope with anything – no matter what.

- 59,037 words

- If you like stories about apocalyptic situations that focus on how the characters manage to survive and reconstruct their lives you'll love this. I was literally glued to this fic from beginning to end. So so so good

- Link

The Ballad of the Invisible Boy - dollylux

- Summary: This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love.

- 57,490 words

- I mean. What can I say about TBOTIB that hasn't been said already. A classic. Life-altering. [The second part (Two-Headed Boy – 205,783 words) is extremely good too]

- Link

[writerfae]

Here it is! Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm really tired, so there probably are some.

Knights of the Alder: Mermaid au

Aiden lives in a small fishing village. His brother dissappeared years ago out at sea, leaving him to take care of his father. Most say he drowned. Some say that he ran away with a siren in the dead of night, betraying his own kind. Aiden is one of the latter ones. Not about the betrayal! Never! But just like their mother, Henry always had a special connecton to the sea.

One day when out fishing with some other people, something huge was caught in Aiden's net. He rushed to release it, thinking it was a dolphin, but no... It was a mermaid. One with ginger hair (Hela).

She was wild. Angry. Afraid.

The other fishermen start congratulating Aiden. They start debating what to do with the mer. Cook it? What would the meat of mer taste like? Keep it as a pet? No!

Sell it. Their small village will become the richest in the land.

Aiden's just still thinking about how afraid she was.

The mermaid gets tied to the deck between the ships still in the net for the night, bearly able to move within the thin ropes. That's when she hears someone coming.

It's the one who caught her, probably coming to admire his prey. But he CUTS THE NET.

Hela just stares, mouth open in shock, instead of swimming away(like an idiot* as Talon would say).

"Sorry you got caught in my net" he smiles apologetically "I'm Aiden"

"Hela... and don't apologize! It was dumb of me to go that close to a boat, really! I was just curious! But why let me go?"

"Are you serious?! Have you heard what the others said they'd do?! You're still a person, fish legs or not, I couldn't allow them to just sell you like a wild animal!"

Hela was surprised at the answer, but didn't question it. Instead:

"The other humans said the village would get a lot of money for me. Won't you get in trouble for this?" Hela knew trouble. There were two kinds: fun and not fun and this sadly seemed like the not fun one.

"Don't worry I'll handle it. It will be fine. But you should go! It was nice meeting you!"

Aiden smiled sweetly at her then left to where Hela couldn't follow, leaving her not at all convinved that he would be fine.

-

"For releasing the mermaid, and costing the village an inconceivable amount of gold I sentence you to death!"

Aiden was sentenced to death. Huh.

Hazel and Holly fought hard for him, claiming that he caught the mer, he had the right to to with her as he pleased, but to no avail. In the end with teary eyes that he tried so hard to hide he asked them to look after his father.

He was allowed to see the man one last time. He told Aiden:

"All of you: your mother brother and you all have a connection to the sea. Always had"

And then Aiden was put on a boat that took him out to sea to drown.

They were probably just the words of a grieving man like always, but to Aiden it seemed like his father meant something else.

His hands were tied together and a heavy rock was attached to his ankle. The weight pulled him all the way down to the bottom of the sea. Before he lost consciousness he saw huge fish swimming aroud him happily.

-

"Why do I go anywhere with you guys?" Talon asked. They were floating in the water way too close to a human village. Way, way too close considering that Hela was caught here not two days ago! Why were they here?

Well, apparently Hela befriended (had one conversation with) a human, and she was worried about him.

"We need to make sure he's ok!" hissed Hela.

"Seriously, we've been here all night, don't you think something would've happened by..."

He was shushed, but to his surprise not by Hela.

Maya was pointing to the docks.

"Something's happening!"

All of them lowered themselves into the water so that only their eyes were peaking out.

A boy, hands tied was being led to a big ship.

Hela gasped.

"That's him!"

Talon frowned. The way the others manhandled "Aiden" did not look very friendly.

They followed the ship, Talon and Maya trying to get Hela to keep her distance when they stopped in the middle of the ocean.

"What are they doing?" asked Hela way too loudly for Talon's liking.

"Maybe they stopped to fish-OH MY GOD!"

Aiden was put on a plank, a giant rock tied to his ankle. One of the humans kicked the rock that fell into the water yanking the boy down with it.

The mermaids started swimming after him as fast as they could. When they reached the bottom Aiden already passed out.

-

The mermaids here have the power to keep someone alive underwater by singing. The person will be asleep but unharmed.

Hela, Talon and Maya use this power, periodically changing who sings, and take Aiden to a safe place.

Now they are in a predicament. They can't take Aiden back to shore, because the closest human civilization is the one that kicked him out. They can't let anyone know about him, because it would cause a panic, so what do they do?

Well for now, someone always stays with him, singing to him, then someone else takes their place.

Days pass like this.

King Henry even notes one time that the three of them haven't been seen together for a few days now, almost giving Talon a heart attack.

-

"I'm telling king Callan. He'll know what to do" says Hela one day, far too seriously compared to her usual self.

"No you can't! Who knows what he'll do if he finds out you were almost sold?" argued Talon.

"I don't care! Look at him!"

And Talon did. Though their song kept him alive, Maya gently humming to him now while petting his hair, Aiden was in a coma. He hadn't had food for days. He was dying.

Before Talon could argue any farther Hela swam off.

"Stay with him" he told Maya "I'll see if I can take the brunt of the punishment myself"

-

Interaction with humans wasn't outlawed. King Henry grew up pretending to be one when Callan found him. But getting caught. Bringing a human here without permission...

But Hela knew that king Callan was a good king. He'd have mercy on Aiden even if she got fired from her job for this.

So she told them everything.

In the middle of her explanation Talon came, trying to take the blame for himself saying that he should've been with Hela.

"Please, you have to help him! He's really nice! He saved me! He's... he's actually from the same village king Henry used to live in! His name is Aiden, and he's my friend! It's my fault that this happened to him! Please-"

"What was his name?" Hela was cut off by her Henry's voice that was full of fear. Like he was starting at a shark.

Talon and Hela looked at each other.

"Aiden, my king" the boy said.

Callan grabbed Henry's hand.

"Take us to him!" He commanded.

-

Turns out Aiden was king Henry's brother.

Callan used his royal magic to turn the boy into a mermaid, and a tearful reunion took place, half of which was spent convincing Aiden that he wasn't dead, and yes that was really Henry.

Aiden was pretty clumsy with his new tail, but Talon was assigned to guard him, and teach him, much to his dismay (and no, he did not enjoy staring at the boy's golden scales at all).

Oh god I love your idea so much! I think I’m in love with this AU now. It’s really inspiring!

I like everything about this!

I like how Aiden caught but also freed Halea (a very Aiden thing to do!) and how she saved him in return!

And I like the fact that mermaids can keep humans alive underwater by singing! That’s a very neat detail!

I’m really excited and honored you made up an AU for my story. And I adore a good mermaid AU, so this is literally perfect.

Thanks so much for this! <3

[askthetimekeepers]

Hello again you three how have you been and have you guys seen anything particularly interesting since we last talked I personally have been talking a break from things to formulate some idea. so I was just coming back and wanted to give you a greeting. by the way that reminds me...

Time trapper a clodsire plush for you.

You know what this seems kind of unfair. Time Weaver, Time Hunter what type of things do you like I'll see if I can get you three more stuff from my storage bins of stuff. I imagine it can boring in the time rift with not much else aroud. - The Wanderer, Guardian of Omndell

TimeWeaver Cookie: oooh, I absolutely ADORE puzzles! Putting the pieces together of something larger is always fun!

TimeHunter Cookie: Me? I like hunting Time Beasts. I could use a weapons upgrade though...

TimeTrapper Cookie: Awww....i-it's adorable!

[luidilovins]

You should turn your post on the Uncanny Valley into a book or something. I am not even kidding, it's brilliant and sorely needed information. Thank you for it.

Tbh its just speculative that the uncanny valley is an inherent biological trait and not cultural or a learned behavior at the moment. A good example would be the cultural phenomenon of colorophobia where in the US we have a longer history of using clowns in our horror pop culture genres than countries like Japan.

Clown entertainment has been around since the Egytian times and maybe some people have always been freaked out by them it honestly just takes one director or author to have an disproportionately irrational fear and good cinematography skills to convince people that they SHOULD hate clowns just as much, (I could say the same about the movie Jaws but thats a bit of a tangent,) or a memorable event that damages the public's trust in something that SHOULD be innocent or harmless. (A good examples being the John Wayne Gacy trials.)

Clowns are also thought to be in the uncanney valley so ita a fairly good argument on cultural phenomenon versus genetic traits. Up until aroud the 60s-70s clowns were actually fairly well liked by the US general public and a lot of older generation still find a fondness in it that would scare the living shit out of their grandchildren.

As far as evidence that I may be right about the "uncanney valley might be because of rabies" theory, there has been a small case study suggesting that the movements of a non-human robot that trigger the effect in us, is also present in people with parkinsons but the sample size is too small for me to be thoroughly convinced.

And don't be mistaken I also dislike this concept because saying that ableism is an inherent human trait is just as bad as saying racism is an inherent human trait. There is little to gain from distrust in the disabled and little historical evidence to suggest it was common or beneficial to discard disabled people. Disabled people's remains have been found time and time again to live to incredibly long livea and be cared for, and participate in their communities. I'm highly critical of this particular case study and I take it with a grain of salt because its on cosmo, but evidence of human disabilities and compassion can be sourced by actual bones and it's been placed on VERY credible sources. NPR, NBC, Discovery, Nat Geo, NY Times, literally the clostest you can get to creme of the crop news articles on DOZENS of accounts and if you have a goddam problem then pay for a tour to the Smithsonian, find an archeologist and coherse them into showing you the bones and then explain phorensics to you because you probably wouldn't understand unless you too were a phorensic archeologist yourself.

What I DO BELIEVE tho is that if the uncanny valley is a legitimate inherent trait, that like most evolutionary traits, it made it this far for this long because it somehow served us benificially. And the biggest benifit I can think of is identifying neuro-infectious diseases because they can spread agressivley, many of them lead to death or lasting effects and are fucking MISERABLE to catch. We're talking brain swelling, fevers, uncontrollable vomiting, tremors, hallucinations, motor and vocal tics, difficulty swallowing, seizures. This could all happen because they eat infected deer meat or because of one bad fox bite. It's miserable if you survive and horrifying if you dont. Rabies can survive in your muscle tissue for years before infecting your brain and once it does usually you only live for about 5-10 days in and out of concious knowledge that you're going to die painfully, and disease aggrivated psychosis. It would be hard to pinpoint the causation because the amout of time before full blown infection would vary too much to assosiate for a long time. So your only option is to hone in on telltale signs.

The disabled people who would suffer from herdeditary or developmental neurological disorders run the risk of prejudice from mistaken identity, but if a human is part of a community, and doesn't die within a week from having a wobbly head, it would sooner or later become apparent that they're not dangerous. I think nowadays culturally people don't press to learn more about disabled people due to social and political prejudice and never fucking grow up past that. Mistaken identity or not. You learn about people from the patterns of their behaviors so even ones that seem abnormal to you become a normal recognizable pattern for them. Fancy that.

We don't get grossed out by chimps or gorillas, who are even more distant cousins, and the proof that we don't have a search and destroy button for anything immediatly related to us is a bunch of bullshit can be found in almost every human's blood on earth. And not just neanderthals, but denisovans as well. And that's not even accounting for genetic backtracking the crossbreeding of other sapiens species before we were whittled down to just the three. What makes the tweet even stupider is that when neandertals still roamed the earth humans were shorter, hardier, and overall more rough looking so we looked even indistinguished then. We Also Chewed On Bones and neandertals handled cold climates better than us based on a study on chest cavity density and, skull nasal intake and heat circulation, providing genetic diversity and the upper hand in survival in the tundras or mountainous regions spanning over Eurasia. If it wasn't for humans fucking neandertals we might not have been able to spread over the contient or diversify the way we did.

So my full hypothesis is that if the uncanny valley is a genetic inherent human trait it was used to benifit people from catching agressive diseases in a time where the benifit of fearing a group member with rabies outweighed the cost of fearing a group member with a disability like parkinsons.

WHAT PISSED ME OFF was the idea that we are DESIGNED to be unwary of our evolutionary cousins could easily be used for white supremacist spaces to justify racism BECAUSE IT ALREADY HAS

So that one tweet that might seem like a quirky thinkpiece in my eyes is just fuel for eugenics trend round whatever number we're on. It's like we don't fucking learn. It would be REALLY easy to retool the concept that it's natural for people to be fearful of whatever the bullshit definition of sub-humans are. Claiming that black people were sub-human thus deserving of mistrust and submission to white ownership worked like a fucking charm.

Maybe if I go to college and major in psyche/socio/civics it'll be my college thesis. Right now I'm more of a hobbyist than anything, but what I DO know is that anyone can make an untested hypothesis to combat another untested hypothesis and it should hold just as much goddamn value. I combatted the idea that the idea that human othering was funneled into an unconfirmed effect that causes disgust and terror based on non-human sapiens is in fact racist and gave what is in my opinion a more evoluntionary practical approach to the uncanney valley.

The generalized links that I used APARENTLY weren't good enough for some people but aparently a single tweet that says "hur dur heedle dee uncanney valley exists because of human cousins" was taken at face value even tho it was probably tapped out in five seconds without regards to the reproccussions. I find a huge discomfort that less than studious links about the evolution of monkey social behaviors that I used as a guideline to explaining my concerns became the focal point for people to nitpick without even having the gall to "well actually" on the subject. That absolute ravaging NEED to rip apart at it and devolve into name calling because I MENTIONED racism is fucking suspicious and I don't trust it. I had to stop looking at the responses because some people were only reblogging and arguing with barely half of my argument and i was getting nowhere fast.

There were a few people that made actual points with cited sources that made their own rebuttle arguments. That I respect. It's just as valid an argument as mine and I'm ALWAYS willing to take on more credible sources to strengthen my stance or gain perspective.

But it's the utter dismissal of a concerning concept that just seeped into the subtext that gnawed at my gut. Some people on top of hating the linked sources I provided, admitted they didn't read it, refused to read between the lines to purposfully misinterpret or derail my main points, and detract that my claim that the tweet was a result of systemic white supremacy saturated into modern science was a bunch of bullshit because I claimed that 1500s anglos invented racism.

The thing is we did invent the racism that we fucking currently subscribe to.

We practice the science that we formulated based on our own social prejudice. Real people die from this.

We remain uncritical of our own theorums that we postulate then pat ourselves on the back like we're philosophical geniuses even though racism is a family heirloom with a new paint job.

We preach the eugenics ideals that we pulled out of our asses to benifit from fearmongering, promises of national security and unpaied labor.

White supremacists create subtext with the intention of it being consumed by accident or in ways that seem palatable.

Fuck.

That.

I don't hate the person who wrote the tweet. Chances are that they gave the tweet as much thought as they took the time to write it and went on their day as a fun little thinkpiece. Everyone on the internet does it. But its that kind of thinking error that needs to be adressed as a progression of historic and scientific prejudice that gets rehashed, recycled and untouched and continually damages and is weaponized against marginalized people. I am not wrong for taking it seriously especially when a bunch of people were sitting around nodding their heads just as effortlessly.

I don't owe the internet any more sources than the tweet. I don't owe anyone on the internet a full scientific ananysis. And the people's reaction to what I had to say was actually what further convinced me I might have hit the nail on the head.

[likediamonds]

I have some fairy OCs and I wrote short snippets about each of them to keep track of who they are as I better develop them!

Misty: Water talent. Long, blonde hair and blue eyes, pale skin. She loves fashion and fancy flying, she’s always very helpful whenever something is asked of her, and is generally sweet. She’s also dating her best friend and fellow water talent Cera.

Skater: Water talent. Dark brown hair and skin, dark green eyes. Skater is really high-energy for a water fairy—he’s very into sports and will try to help non-water talent fairies try out pond-skating out with lily pad skimmers. He very much has a sense of humor and can get along with any kind of fairy

 Sienna: Animal talent. Strawberry blonde hair in 2 long bubble braid pigtails, tan skin and green eyes. Sienna is a quiet animal fairy with a surprising dry wit. She prefers spending time with wise old animals rather than the babies or dangerous cases. Dating Topaz.

 Colin: Animal talent. Black hair that’s always messy, blue-green eyes, tan freckled skin. He’s very much a people-person for being an animal talent. He loves critters of all kinds, especially reptiles, but he’s also just as concerned with fellows of his own species, offering translation services to be inclusive to non-animal talents in conversation with his buddies.

 Topaz: Light talent. Medium brown skin and eyes, dark brown hair with bangs, up in a bun. She’s super outgoing and talkative, really friendly with any fairy, and a little bit dramatic. She also adores gem-hunting and anything sparkly really. Dating Sienna.

 Rory: Light talent. Pale skin, medium length dark red hair, dark blue eyes. Rory was actually given the name Aurora when he arrived, but he transitioned to sparrow man and changed it to Rory instead. He’s a bit sarcastic, but chill and friendly for the most part. He’s not super desirous of being the center of attention, being pretty humble.

 Kelly: Tinker talent. Light brown skin and eyes, red hair with bangs in two braids. She’s the sweetest tinker fairy aroud—always ready with cookies and tea whenever somebody drops off or picks up a repair. She’s also a pet-lover and feeds stray bugs. Also likes reading and has a crush on Scribble.

 Zen: Tinker talent. Light blonde hair, light tan skin, silver-blue eyes. Zen has a lot of patience for a tinker. He doesn’t stress out when things don’t work right, and he takes his time on projects to ensure the best outcome. He’s always polite and thoughtful to others as well, while his sister Zyla has her heart in the right place but can be quite brash.

 Camellia: Garden talent. Light tan skin, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. She’s quite shy, and it takes her a while to become comfortable with others to speak much in front of them, but she has a secret love for singing. She sings to her plants when she thinks no one can hear. Dating story-teller Rune.

 Linden: Garden talent. Blue-black hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes. Linden is a very handsome sparrow man, and he knows it—he’s not cocky or vain, but he is aware of himself. He’s very content within his talent, but he’s a little lonely and concerned that others aren’t really friends with him for his personality itself. He wants to expand his hobbies and become a more interesting person so he knows that there are reasons for people to like him beyond the exterior.

 Kyra: Scout talent. Brown, shoulder-length hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin. Kyra lost half of her left arm after fending off a wasp, having to have an amputation at the elbow. She doesn’t regret the loss of limb because if she hadn’t stepped in and done her job, somebody else might have died. Duty to the kingdom coming before anything else, she hasn’t really taken any time for romance in her life and her best friends are fellow scouts. But among the group they have their fun and mess around sometimes, and she does have quite a soft heart and gentle attitude compared to some scouts.

 Marianne: Dust talent. Short black hair, pale skin, golden-brown eyes. Marianne is a very ordinary dust talent. She loves dust-keeping more than anything, has the twinkle in her eyes for a good joke, is hard-working and non-confrontational. She also loves studying pixie dust among other topics.

 Julienne: Baking talent. Medium-length blonde hair, often with braids, blue-green eyes, light tan skin. A very passive kind of baking fairy—she easily takes orders and is somewhat of a doormat, but though she says she doesn’t mind, she’s working on it. She mostly just wants to mind her own business and bake nice things, she’s neither outgoing nor unfriendly.

 Nora: Art talent. Medium brown skin, dark violet hair, lavender eyes. Nora’s artistic talent expresses itself best when she makes small pieces. Rather than murals or large pottery projects, she loves making the kind of beautiful little decorative knick-knacks that sit on fairy’s bedroom shelves or charms that are carried around. She sculpts, carves, crafts and paints them in as much detail as she can and gives them away freely, always making more than she can store in her workshop. She’s somewhat socially awkward, but doesn’t really seem to notice the fact.

 Hazel: Nursing/Healing talent. Light tan skin, medium brown hair in bun twintails, dark brown eyes. Hazel is the most relaxed nurse there is—when she’s not potion-mixing she’s usually the one sitting for a quiet chat with patients and making them feel calm rather than harping on how they need to take care of their injury. She’s easy going.

 Piper: Messenger talent. Short red hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin. Only really serious when it comes to official announcements, Piper is quite friendly. Being a messenger-talent fairy, she gets to see a lot of different people in a day, and pretty much knows everyone in Pixie Hollow. It’s a good thing she’s not a gossiper.

 Zyla: Fast-flying talent. White hair in a bob with side bangs, tan skin, hazel eyes. Zyla is a fast-flyer of the people. She’s not selfish about her talent just performing for the sake of it, but tries to help others. She can be kind of blunt as well as impatient, but is never trying to be rude. Her brother is Zen.

 Sage: Story-telling talent. Long black hair, light brown skin, dark brown eyes. Sage doesn’t just tell stories on stage or around a campfire with a large crowd—she’s an every-day kind of story lover. A slice-of-life narrator who may amuse or annoy fellow fairies when she tells descriptive stories of seemingly ordinary events in their friends’ lives, or embellishing whatever they’re currently doing with speculation on what they could be thinking or what’s about to happen. She makes stories happen.

 Gemma: Mining talent. Short brown hair, light brown skin, blue-green eyes. Like most mining talents, Gemma and her brother are quite monotone and gruff compared to other fairies, rather spending time underground than at fairy dances. Gem does have a little bit of a romantic heart despite not being very girly.

 Jet: Mining talent. Short brown hair, light brown skin, dark brown eyes. Jet, similar to his sister and talent mates, is not the most talkative and outgoing sparrow man, but he’s a fiercely loyal friend and also has a sense of humor hiding under his rough exterior.

 Allegra: Music talent. Sandy blonde hair, misty silver-blue eyes, pale skin. Allegra is blind, having Arrived that way, but she’s never been bothered by it. Her talent is music, so to her, she “sees” through sound and that’s all she really needs. She’s somewhat reserved in personality, not revealing too much about her thoughts or feelings, but she’s never been shy or had stage-fright. She’s willing to fill any silence with music.

 Snowdrop: Winter garden talent. White hair in ponytail, pale skin, grey eyes. She’s not the bravest fairy out there, and not very interested in exploring outside of her comfort zone. She’s perfectly happy tending to the plants in Winter Woods and hanging out with the couple of friends she already knows. Snowdrop is very kind, and she will speak up when she’s uncomfortable.

 Wren: Winter animal talent. Medium-length curly white hair, tan skin, medium brown eyes. Wren is not super talkative or playful, unlike most animal-talent fairies. She’s not shy, she’s just really interested. She’ll interact if necessary, but she’d rather be with her animals or enjoying some alone time.

 Crystal: Frost talent. White hair in bob style with bangs, medium brown skin, blue eyes. Crystal is a typical frost fairy, artistic and bubbly—but she’s also not a push-over. She’s not afraid to speak up for herself and go her own way if necessary, and has the most leadership skills amongst her friends.

 Lumi: Snowflake talent. White hair in up-do, dark brown eyes, tan skin. Lumi is Deaf, having arrived that way, and uses fairy sign language to communicate. She has a very simple and funny personality, and likes to be included in conversations. She has a little bit of an adventurous streak as well.

[itsalreadybroken]

Through Expectations Chapter 2.

Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: You're the daughter of the famous Roger Taylor, okay that seemed alright the thing is, you're more of a geek than a rockstar's daughter. He's blonde, blue eyes and you're brunette, brown eyes. Your brother on the other hand was the younger version of your dad, certainly he preffered to play the guitar, but that only seemed to make him even more popular. But things change the day you get to meet the cast of your dad's movie, and a certain blonde guy makes you change your point of view.

A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistake that might exist (if seen please inform me so I can change it) I'm portuguese, and trying to write something that all of you can read and hopefully enjoy!

Chapter 1: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183217751569

Chapter 3: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183356826839

Words: 2412

There you stood looking on your closet for the millionth time... Okay, there Stevie stood looking at it, trying to choose an outfit you were sure you'd wear.

“Stevie, we have a due date next tuesday” you tried to excuse yourself while she grabbed a leopard fluffy coat and was matching it to your leather pants.

“I don't care Y/N, you're going to meet Dean ate the party” she said it with a firming voice.

“You're going too!”

“Not!”

“Jamie's gonna be there” you spoke and she stopped for a bit maybe calculating the perks of going to that party.

“Maaaaaaybe I can be there” she looked at you “But oh no... what to wear?” she made a dramatic look while leaning her right hand on her forehead.

“Maaaaaaaaybe you could wear my clothes, you know?” your voice was so sarcastic she couldn't help but laugh and started digging again through your closet, but now with a different kind of porpouse.

“So, I forgot to ask... What was the cast like?” no she didn't forgot do ask, she wanted the dirt on them.

“Were alright I guess” you shrugged and she sent you an angry look “They're nice, they make a lot of non-funny jokes, you'd like them” you made an amused look and she rolled her eyes.

“Roger's?” as soon as she spoke, someone knocked your door and Stevie was trying not to loose it.

“Hey biggest fan!” a voice came when the door opened and your dad smiled and kissed Stevie's cheek.

“Hey Mr. Taylor, just trying to get your daughter into a party, but she's as stubborn as a table!” she complained and he laughed while looking at you and the huge pile of clothes on the bed.

“Same as usal you'd say” and she nooded smilling “Just passed by to tell you I'm going to take care of some paperwork related to the movie” he was informing you but you were just thinking how could Stevie be so relaxed next to Roger Taylor and not loose it was a blessing, in the beginning she would just blush and fangirl like a thirteen year old.

“That's okay, I guess” you looked at him, he was wearing such casual clothes you weren't sure if he was really your dad and giggled “Have fun old man, you sure seem like it”

“Aye I will! The boys liked you yesterday.But as I usually tell you, what's not to like (?)”

“This the one!” you both got distracted by Stevie's voice and she grabbing one of your dresses. “Mr. T, what's Roger's boy like?” she was now looking for a jacket to match the dress.

“You'll have to see for yourself, I'll be making a dinner party annd maybe you can come too” and then, she couldn't help herself.

“Yes!Yes! Yes! That'd be great! Of course i'll be coming to it! Don't know when, but I'll be able to arrive!” you and your dad where just looking at her and trying to act serious while your best friend was just imagining nice and good stuff on her head.

~~~

You decided to go with the leather pants, leopard jacket and a black top with a bunch of silver necklaces to go with it, because, what's not to match there? And you'd certainly go in and out in about five minutes. You've apllied some simple makeup not wanting to stand out, while Stevie was going in for all. Poor little thing just wanted to have a few drinks with Jamie not feeling like his little sister like you.

“So... How drunk do you think he might already be?” she asked you and you check your watch.

“Maybe a bit drunk already” you thought to yourself and she smiled saying something like perfect opportunity.

You both arrived the club and the music was super loud, voices overheard itselfs everywhere and you were looking for Dean, surprisingly he found you first “Hey Taylor!” you turned yourself and a super cute Padalecki was watching you and you greeted him “Nice outfit you brought there” he was looking at you from top to bottom.

“Oh, this old thing?” you made an innocent voice and you both laughed “It's nothing”.

“You drink?” he was heading towards the bar while you followed him and Stevie was already lost probably chatting with some friends or looking for Jamie, maybe both at the same time. He handed you a beer and grabbed one for himself “Was thinking you might not come at all”.

“Told you I'd be here, so I wouldn't I come?” you drank a bit of you beer it was so cold, and so good. He fancied you, you could tell that.

“Been here waiting a bit for you, so... Didn't have your number, was hard waiting” he took his hand to his heart and made a sad look making you laugh.

A bunch of girls grabbed your arm and were drunkenly giggly “Are you really Roger Meddows Taylor's daughter?!” one asked you and another one made a comment about Jamie and they sighed “A daddy like that is hard to find” the same one who asked you that question made the comment and you stood there watching, acting like it was normal.

“Ladies, sorry Y/N is not able to answer all of you daddy issues kind of questions” he put an arm aroud your waist and took you to a much quieter place on the club where the music was a bit quieter, so were the voices, but no doubt Queen was playing.

It had been a while since you last seen Stevie and your plastic cups of beer were pilling up, now you were up to five and couting, Dean had been playing snooker with some friends while you watched.

Suddenly a bunch of guys, girls and Stevie entered that area, among them you could see a drunk Jamie asking something about food around that place, more of his colleagues and three guys you were sure you've met them before.

“Hey Dean, I'll be right back! Gotta talk to Jamie” you shouted him and followed your brother's group, they were all dancing and you've looked at Stevie, heading towards her when a blond guy stepped in the way.

“Y/N, right?” Ben smiled and you nodded “Jamie didn't told us you were here”.

“Oh my god, how much of a Roger can you be?” the medium sized one asked.

“Not that much of a RMT kind of daughter, Jamie's got all the looks” you laughed.

Stevie almost throw herself in front of you and hugged you.

“Heeey doll!” she smiled “So, these were the boys you've met with your dad right?” looking at them and no shame at all told you she had her dose of liquor.

“You friend here spent the whole time talking about how besties you both are, and how you let her borrow the dress” Joe said and was trying not to laugh.

“Would you like something to drink?” the blond one soon be playing Roger Taylor asked you.

“Yes”

“Yes Ben, we'd all like something to drink” Gwilym mentioned and Ben glared him a bit embarassed.

“Gotta tell you, she doesn't date blond guys!” Stevie was looking at him pretty damn serious and you just grabbed his arm.

“Let's go, this one's on me” you rolled your eyes and Ben was walking behind you. You were sure he looked at you from top to bottom multiple times.

“What do you drink love?” his voice was soft and his body was really close to yours.

“Hmmm, I'd like a beer and you are missing a wig and a bit more of puppy eyes” you touched his cheek with your index finger and laughed.

“Just practicing, and who better to teach me, than his daughter?” you both grabbed your beers and headed towards the entrance outside where people smoked and others just talked.Your body shivered a bit and you leaned onto a wall.

“Huuum, maybe Jamie could show you more of the things Roger did, the way Roger did them, they're copies I'll tell you” he was watching you every move and your little details.

“You speak of him llike's he's just a person” Ben smiled when you shrugged.

“Well... He's just a person, my father to be precise and a pain in my ass sometimes” you both could tell the way you were mocking your dad, was the sweet kind and all you could ever do to that man was loving him because in your opinion he truly was the greatest dad of all.

“He's a rockstar, a legend” he was next to you, both of you looking at the same people who were playing beer pong.

“If you ever, ever tell him that, I swear to you I'd kill you in a second and never regret it. It would be the ultimate thing to talk to the rest of his days”your threatning voice became sweeter and a bit raspy.

You heard someone call your name “Y/N! Y/N!” Dean was looking for you “Taylor! You hid well I see! Nice to meet you, Dean Padalecki!” Ben shook his hand and you could swear it was a bit of tension in the air.

“Ben Hardy” he just said and kept drinking the beer.

“So, what's up? Won the game?” you smiled looking at Dean and he pulled you next to him “Taylor, won and now I'm going to take you out to eat something, I'm fucking starving, feel like eating a big juicy burger”

“Okay okay, let me just say good bye” you kissed Ben's cheek “You mind telling Stevie I left with him?” you smiled.

“Sure thing, no problem. Bet she's all over your brother now, but yeah, sure” you both giggled and you grabbed Dean's arm leaving the party.

~~~

You woke up feeling your phone vibrate and answered, on the other side of the line, was a completely wasted voice.

“Why didn't you told me you had left with Dean?! Thought you had been with Ben!”

“Want to me to speak louder or want me to be a nice girl?” you asked.

“Be nice, be nice and don't scream” your best friend's voice was now much more slower and caring.

“I had a beer with Ben and then Dean showed up and invinted me to eat something. I told Ben to tell you I'd left” you rubbed you eyes and reminded yourself you needed to get up and start studying.

“Well, he did, I just thought you'd gone out with him, he was drooling all over you! You got a blondie” Stevie mocked you and you screamed a little bit just to get her to shut up.

“I did not got a blondie, in fact he was asking me things about my dad. No biggie”

“Could have asked Jamie, since he was the one who had invited them” she forced the idea of Ben being fond of you.

“You read too much books and search for love stories in places where they're not” you tried not to laugh.

“by the way, discovered how your brother gets so many girls to be with him” she bit her lip a lightly and you almost could see it “He asks if you'd like to meet Roger Taylor, of imagine what would be like to have a quick great shag with his copy”.

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” you closed your eyes trying to get both pictures from your father or Jamie doing it “I hate you right now Stevie!!”

~~~

After showering you grabbed your books and started studying, Jamie was not home. Maybe crashed at someone's house, probably a girl... Thinking about it, probably Stevie's. Your mind seemed to wander everywhere except your books, your assignements. Dad was also out, maybe looking up for stuff to his newest baby (the movie).

Minutes were beginning to seem like hours and you had harshly read 5 pages from your notebook... 5 pages full of descriptions, and small notes, so it was a big step to you.

Not being able to hold it anymore you had to check it! You looked up for Ben on your social media and you saw all the photos, the fan ones, the acting ones and his personal ones. Okay, you needed to admit it at least to yourself, he was cute. Darn cute. Cheeky smile, no smile, simple smile. Where you fangirling? We told yourself you weren't, but were you?

You phone ringed and you startled yourself, grabbing it.

“Hey Taylor!” the voice was raspy and you were sure he had just woken up.

“Padalecki, so I see this was not the end of you” a sad sigh lef your lips.

“Unlucky for you, that was the best not-infected burger I had ever had” he smiled and you could see it, not even being near him “What are you doing?”

“Studying” you just murmured looking again at your laptop thinking if you should or shouldn't press the button.

“So... Guess I'll see you later? You still owe me a bowling game”.

“Huum... Better leave it to next week, lots of stuff from college this week and I really have to get them done.” you spoke, being torn between studying and going out. What was with you today?! Were you becoming more like dad at the passing time?!

First you tried to be a dentist and then you were playing at crowded arenas, and sold-out stadiums and maybe, just maybe hooking-up with a bunch of guys.

“Ok, ok. I have to wait for my girl to study and star being a nice lad. Maybe we could study togheter.” you both were not even studying the same. Your about to become a dentist and he was about to become some guy you stood eight hours of his life looking at some boring computer analyzing data.

“Yeah maybe” you smiled and after a few minutes of lazy talk, you said your goodbyes.

“Moonpie!” you hear some voice calling you and you knew Roger Taylor was back, lunch time you guessed.

“Hey crazy rockystar, aka dad” you answered back “Oh my god! Roger Taylor's at my house!!!” you heard a fake laugh and you looked at your laptop again.

And then, almost like it wasn't your brain's command, you pressed the “follow button”.

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[raven-writes-requests]

A warm celebration

Rating: Everyone Word count: 1,5K Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama Pairing: Reiji Kotobuki Genre: Fluff, just fluff. So much fluff that I’m about to cry. Warning: gay AF, don’t read it if you don’t like those things.

I was supposed to write and upload this other birthday fic like... 17 days ago, but things happened and I wasn’t able to... I’m deeply sorry for this, but not really, since this came out better than I expected. I love this fic, it made me go “AGDSVATGSHGT” inside. I find it funny that you were the one who got me into UtaPri and the first UtaPri fic I ever uploaded is for your birthday lol. Anyways, here you have your super late birthday present. I hope you like this as much as I do <3 ______________________________________________________________

So far, it was a normal day in his life. He woke up early as every other day, helped make some breakfast and got congratulated for almost everyone in the Shining Agency; the only one that haven’t said anything to him was the person he wanted to spend that special day with.

“So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Luke?” Camus asked, taking a drink of his probably too-sweet-to-be-good tea. “We should probably make a grand party, use the space we have here to throw an elegant ball… Probably a masquerade!” he said, delighted with the idea he came up with. Ranmaru laughed at the longer haired man. “He wouldn’t like something like that. We should do something like… a karaoke night, a fight between us and our respective units. Luke could join you and Cecil and we would be three groups of three.” he suggested.

Ai was absentmindedly looking at the two of them fight as he took a sip of his coffee, Luke was sitting next to him looking at the other two men bickering about what to do for his birthday with a bored expression on his face.

If he was honest, he would be fine with just some regular dinner and a slice of cake. That was all he needed, but two quarters of Quartet Night were too focused on making a big celebration out of his birthday.

“Let’s see what Luke thinks of it.” Ranmaru suggested and both of them looked at him with the most terrifying expressions he ever saw in their faces. “Luke, what would you prefer to do for your birthday?”

“Well, I would like to…” he began to speak, but was suddenly cut off by a figure on the door. Just as he was about to give up and keep on with his daily routine, the brown haired he longed to see walked through the door looking as if he barely managed to get dressed before he went to the dining room, even his hat was almost falling off of his head. “You’re still here! I thought I missed you!” he exclaimed as he grabbed him by his shoulders, surprising the other man. “Go get changed, today you’ll spend the day with me.” he said, making the other man smile softly.

With a smile on his face at his words, he got up and turned around to leave. “He hasn’t answered our question yet, Reiji. Don’t think you have the right to do walk in and take him away like that!” Camus exclaimed, clearly angered at his team mate.

Reiji smiled as he panicked a little under the gaze of the three men that were in the room with him. “I’m sorry, it’s too late now. I’ll be stealing him for the day and you won’t get a say in it!” he answered in a singing voice as he served himself some coffee while he waited for the man to finish getting ready. 

As he finished his coffee, Luke walked into the room again. Reiji smiled at him and took the keys of his car, then he walked towards him and grabbed his hand, pulling him away softly. He didn’t question the brown haired, he just let himself be pulled towards the green beetle that was parked outside of the building. No words were exchanged between them as Reiji began to drive away from the Shining Agency.

As if the silence was kind of awkward for Reiji, he began to hum in a really low voice, almost like a whisper. Luke smiled again, that was an old habit of his. Ever since he met the singer, he would hum under his breath when nervous and that would make Camus go crazy sometimes, but he found it simply adorable.

He immediately recognized the song that he was humming, it was “Never...”. Some of the cool December air found its way inside of the car and the snow kept falling and piling up on the hood of the car.

It was clearly a relaxing cold morning, one of those that would want you to be wrapped in some warm blankets while drinking some hot chocolate. And yet there he was, going on a road trip to who-knew-where with the man he had a huge crush on.

The thought made him laugh to himself, he was actually happy that he took him away from the fight Ranmaru and Camus were having, now he could spend his birthday the way he actually wanted to without making anyone feel bad about it.

Once the car stopped, he looked outside of the window only to find himself in a really familiar place… was that…? Reiji opened his door with one of signature smiles, distracting him for a second. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” he said, taking his hand and finally taking him out of the small beetle he owned.

The cold air hit him even harder as he stepped out of the car, and he immediately hugged himself in an attempt to keep himself warm. “Come on, we have plenty to see!” he said excitedly as he pulled the younger man around the place where they had met for the first time.

He wasn’t expecting to see the brown haired in such a good mood, but… it was Reiji after all, what was he expecting? It was normal to see him with a huge smile on his face all of the time.

The day was spent away by walking around the city, visiting different places that interested both of them. The final place he took Luke to was a small part of the port, where they could see the sea. A normal place for couples to go to. He looked at his companion with a confused expression on his face, but he either didn’t noticed it or completely ignored his confusion and kept walking. Towards where the concrete ended and the sea began.

“Did you have fun today?” he asked as he leaned on his elbows on the railing, the wind was blowing softly, messing with his long hair as he looked back at him. His smile seemed honest now and his body language looked relaxed, it was almost like he was opening his heart up to him in that instant.

Luke walked up to him and did the exact same thing, leaning on the railing and looked at the sea in front of them. “Here.” Reiji said, bringing his attention back to him as he put his hat on his head. “This is your birthday present. I know you like them a lot.” he laughed softly as the other man blushed a little.

“Th… thank you.” he stuttered a little, trying not to look at him again. He wouldn’t be able to deal with the man he was in love with seeing him blushing like that, he was thankful that Ren wasn’t aroud to see that. He was sure he wouldn’t ever hear the end of it if he saw him in that state.

“But that’s not all.” he stood straight, looking at the shorter brown haired who looked really surprised as he grabbed him by his shoulders again and made him stand straigher, like he was doing. He had another gift for his birthday? A sigh came out of Reiji’s lips, making Luke panic. What was going on? What was all of this about?

Just as he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest from the anxiety that the whole situation was giving him, the taller man held his face in his hands and, before he had the time to realize what was going on, kissed him.

“Happy birthday, Luke.” he whispered with an even happier smile on his face as he finally let go, clearly happy that the other man didn’t push him away. The birthday boy was shocked. It was like his mind stopped working for a second, trying to process what had just happened. 

Reiji began to walk away, towards his car, leaving him behind. He only looked back to wink at him but kept walking. “Reiji, wait!” he exclaimed, making him stop. And the singer did, he stopped and turned around, waiting for Luke to catch up with him. “Yes? What is it?” once they were together again, he seemed completely unaffected by what just had happened. “You have to take me back or were you planning on leaving me out here in the cold?” Reiji laughed nervously, like he did when Camus got mad at him, once he realized his mistake. “Also, there’s something I need to do.” Reiji looked interested at the words that came out of him, but didn’t say a word. He just patiently waited for him to do something, and he did. He got on the tip of his toes to make up for the height difference and kissed him again. Then, he turned around and walked towards Reiji’s car, leaving him behind. “So, are you coming?” Luke screamed from where the car was, snapping Reiji out of his trance.

[sunnyvaiprion]

Hello, Since I liked your Julius who supports Child Azura Does his family know about the child? Like Deirdre, Julia, Saias and Arvis. Honestly it would be neat if she was raised by the imperial family or something odd happens if she was used for child hunts but then again Julius is probably gave her an exception since she is always sticking with her. On the side note My Julius, Julia & Seliph are wolf pups since their mother was summoned through the presence of wolves and My Azura is a mermaid.

 Hi!! Well, actually, since Julius and Azura are both very important residents of the castle (due to their permanent position in the Light team), it’s pretty much common knowledge that they stick together. Julius’ family indeed cares about that, though, differently.

(Another pretty long post so under read more!)

Arvis is deeply concerned about Azura. Even after his suspicions that Julius might be forcing her to be around were proven wrong, he still doesnt trust his intentions. He might not hurt her, alright, but Arvis is certian that Summoner’s influence will fade one day, and Julius will attempt to rebuild his empire one way or another. And that’d be extremely convenient to have a loyal, charming songstress at his side, that would find a way into people’s hearts and then easily lure them into the darkness. He wouldnt allow such a threatening possibility, but sadly for him, he has no ways of influencing Azura and prevent her from becoming an ambassador of the new Loptyrian Empire, as his own words wouldn’t reach her (and Julius laughs at him for that). He tried to talk about it to Reinhardt, but he refused to abuse his authority and potentially doing damage to order’s current status by isolating Azura from Julius for no reason, but a far-fetched fear. Arvis cant blame him for that…but if he had a chance, he’d send her far, far away. 

Deirdre is a lot less anxious about “world’s future” and instead is glad that her son is showing something resembling kindness to another human being. She did notice how much stress Julius went through since he was “summoned” to Askr, and while she would like to comfort and support him despite his wrongdoings (he can’t kill her again in Askr huh), she knows she just can’t. Julius absolutely loathes Naga, and Deirdre carrying Naga’s major blood makes him uncomfortable to the point of being physically sick. No matter how hard she’d try to convince him she has no ill intentions towards him, he has that deep fear of being slain by a Naga’s breathen, even if it’s “technically impossible” now. She is glad that Julius is feeling somewhat better, and would be happy to take care of both Azura and him, but she understands that he can’t possibly appreciate any of that and the best she can do is stay away.

Julia, much like Deirdre, is not welcome around Julius, but she’s constantly trying to get his attention anyway. She’s a little jealous of Azura because he doesnt shun her away, but she’s glad that a person like her exists nevertheless. She believes that Julius she knew could return, he just needs enough reminders that he’s still needed in this world (which is why she keeps nagging him about their past)… but even if that doesnt work, maybe enough nice people may convince Loptyr himself that humanity isn’t that bad. That would kind of solve a bigger problem peacefully. She believes that in the current realities taking care of Azura can do Julius more good than him potentially ruining a “nice child”. She tried to befriend Azura, as she found her very endeering, but Julius’ negativity towards Nagas didnt help it very much… at first! Julia remains positive that she can find a way to approach both of them. 

Saias mostly remains neutral on the subject. He doesnt see major problems with nor great benifits from Julius accepting Azura, and would rather not interfere with their lives without being prompted to do so by themselves. His general attitude, however, allowed him to form a better relationship with Julius than the other 3. Saias sees great potential in Azura and would be delighted to see her magical skills grow. 

So, while the whole family is there, it’s not like they are all together, at least not with Julius. Azura has a few conversations with them here and there, but that’s it. Also, as much as Julius is allowed to do, he cant just sacrifice (askran?) children as he pleases here, so it’s not like Child Hunts are a thing now… but if they were… 

Right, Julius wouldnt just put Azura under the knife. After all his goal isnt to kill everyone… who’s going to be his people then? Old dudes? That’s a dumb idea, so some of them obviously should live, but they better be good! Which is why, he could let Azura through a “standard procedure” - fight a bunch of other children in arena. Though, that is unneccessary, because guess what’s going to happen if you let a person with noteworty combat expetience fight someone, whose most daring duel before was with a friend on sticks, even if they’re aroud same age. Yeah… that’s very unfair and takes fun out of it… unless she wants to. —– Also aw! That’s very cute! I like the tiny bits of headcanons about yours you share in the asks~ For this post we thank my tablet which refused to work for the longest time. yeah those 3 minutes sketches is what i needed to do. 

[ua-monoma]

HC: How does Monoma act around different people? How do his personality shift and change?

His personality changes largely based on two things. Status and ‘need’. 

The former is a lot more generalized. It’s a default state, if you will, depending on the type of people he’s around. Class 1B will get a ‘calmer’ Monoma who is in his element, who isn’t afraid to get silly and excited, who isn’t afraid to get passionate, who is really charismatic and fun and who loves to hype people up. He’s VERY endeared by his class and it shows, and he loves to take charge and try and be a leader for them, which can lead to a lot of posturing and a lot of bold, dramatic gestures. 

Meanwhile, the second he’s around Class 1A he SWITCHES. He’s erratic, quick to anger and to mock, he’s LOUD, he’s OBNOXIOUS, when he does manage to calm down, he easily slips into an antagonistic act. There’s a challenge in front of him, so he does what he can to whittle away at it by any means, and I think this is where his more sadistic tendencies tend to crop up.

With villains he tends to adopt a meeker personality. He’s a lot more dissociated and he tends to sacrifice a lot of the louder aspects of his personality to make himself seem smaller in comparison. Around villains, for the most part, he does his best to observe and adapt to what they’re doing, but growing trauma is creating a lot more dissociative traits to this already quieter side to him.

And the thing is, that meeker personality is very much based on how he is around his family. A lot of figures in his family (most notably his grandfather) are very powerful figures that he feels overshadowered by, that he naturally shrinks besides so that he can learn from them. He’s very subdued… again, so that he can take the traits he learns from them and then applies it to his interactions with other people. Powerful people are godly in Monoma’s eyes, he wants to emulate them, but there’s a certain point where he’s intimidated just by their proximity.

Which isn’t something that applies as much to his teachers and the heroic adults in his life! Monoma’s incredibly comfortable with adults like Vlad King, so there’s less of a need to make himself small, there’s less of a need to sit back and observe. He doesn’t need any sort of time between watching them and taking those traits of their personality for himself, he can just do it instantaneously.

He’s quickly excitable, blatantly passionate and inspired and full of the need to let that inspiration out, and then that just leads back to how he acts around Class 1A, where he can start doling that passion and love onto his classmates (as he’s annoying the fuck out of them)

Obviously there’s dips in moods, but that’s largely how he is in group settings.

Then, we get to his individual relationships. The way he’s usually written, Monoma will shift a little towards what he thinks is needed from him, or what he needs to do to get what he needs from the other person. He is very hyperaware of ‘roles’ and will adopt or cling to different traits to keep that role up.

For example, my Monoma is getting closer to both Class 1A and the League alike, despite his wishes and for different reasons. So while he generally knows he should hate and fear them, other aspects will color their relationships. Like so:

His relationship with Todoroki involves his instinct to hate him (status) plus his willingness to understand and sympathize with him (need). This leads to a tulmultous relationship where Monoma is just cruel enough to (attempt to) deny the boy genuine friendship while also being there for him in an attempt to help him heal from his trauma, because he feels he’s the only one who could properly do it.

Likewise, his relationship with Toga involves his instinct to fear her (status) plus his willingness to understand and sympathize with her (need). So, while Monoma is cruel to Todoroki despite getting him, Monoma is very meek and small around Toga, lessening himself while also accepting the parts of her she wants to share to him, because that’s what she needs from him and only him. 

But when he needs something from someone else, that formula can change, and aspects can be sacrified for each other depending on what he deems to be more important. He thinks holding onto his hatred is more important in regards to his relationship with Kaminari, so he’s more willing to cling to it than provide for any sort of need between them (which is spurred on more by the fact that Kaminari doesn’t need anything for him, making him far more easier to resent than his classmates). Meanwhile, he needs love from Iida, so he’s pretty much sacrificed any acknowledgement that he hates Class 1A in his interactions with him. He needs comfort from V Hawks, so most of his fear towards criminals dissipates in his attempt to get that, meanwhile he is absolutely terrified of V Deku, so that terror overrides any chance he has to interact with him on a more emotional or intimate level.

Largely, he subconsciously does a lot of ‘research’ like an actor would, basing a lot of his interactions on what he ultimately wants. What’s his objective in that interaction, and in that relationship as a whole? How does he get what he wants? Being small and being good aroud the villains lets him live another day. Behaving a certain cruel way lets him claw towards having the the power in the situation. Doling out kindness empowers his classmates, which only makes him stronger. He’s a strategian, so his behavior, while largely unconscious, still aims to achieve a goal as much as he possibly can. So, for the most part, everything largely falls into that pattern.

[mariethewallflower]

Summer 2022

I really thought this was going to be a great summer. I havent tried to have fun in years, so i was focused on summer.

May 2022 went super well, i was finacially getting into a great space.

June 2022- lost my finacially freedom, reduce back to saving as much as possible

July- still no financial freedom(getting better), lost one of my front teeth

Ive been loosing contacts all summer. no any great friendships, but ones i wasnt ready to end yet.

Atm Im feelng like im working hard, im a kind person, who isnt perfect, but i make up for it with trying. and constently workng on bettering myself, and up lifting the people aroud me.

I feel like Im only attracting hatful people right now, but i cant isolate myself atm.

[kanegayken]

EXO reaction: you slapping their ass

Request by @betchesmine : Could you pls do an exo reaction where you jokingly slap their ass? (I hope this doesn't sound weird 😂😅)

nope not weird at all  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

also I am so sorry that it took so long! I had a lot of exams sorry TT

Hope you like it!!!

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Suho/Junmyeon:

The two of you were watching a comedy but in the middle of it you run out of snacks. Suho, being the caring bean he is, was about to head into the kitchen to get some new ones when as soon as he stood up you slapped his ass. From disbelief he froze. because of the pause you started to giggle then he slowly turned around and glared at you. He went to the kitchen, took the snacks, but didn’t give you any of it.

‘’Junmyeon come on, that’s childish!’’

‘’The one who is childish is you, Y/N.’‘

‘‘I was just messing around!’‘ You say that as you squeeze his face with your hands and give him a little peck on the lips. Unable to keep his pokerface he smiles at you.

Xiumin/ MInseok:

You and Miseok were arguing over who had to take the trash out.After 20 minutes he gave up and decided to take the trash out, but as soon as he picked up the trash and was just about to leave, you smacked his butt.After you’ve hit his butt, you knew you had to run, so it all turned out into a chasing game. 

In the end, the trash was still lying on the ground and the both of you ended up cuddling on the sofa.

‘‘Y/N~ I hit you 56 times it’s my win ~‘’

‘‘Hah! Dream on, I’ve hit you 60 times ;)’‘

‘‘Wha- no way Y/N!!! That’s just a number you’ve made up!’‘

Chen/Jongdae:

It was early in the morning and the two of you were getting ready for work. You were brushing your teeth and were dancing to some random songs that were playing in the radio atm basically, you just fooled around. And then, you just smacked his ass. He was shocked, you were shocked, it was so strange for you, that your hand moved on it’s own so you just started laughing. He started laughing, too. 

‘‘Pfft,Jagi, what was that?’‘

‘‘M-my hand moved on it’s own’‘

‘‘Oh~ so you like my ass that much?’‘

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol and you were fooling around when suddenly his phone rang. He stood up to go to the living room and pick up the phone when you jokingly slapped his ass. He stopped for a moment, turned around and you could see a little blush on his cheeks.

‘‘What...was that?’‘

‘‘Hmm dunno. Felt like it ;).’‘

*melts*

Baekhyun:

The two of you were cleaning the apartment on a saturday morning. Baekhyun bend down to pick up a pillow which totally wasn’t lying there beacuse of your pillow fight some days ago when you suddenly slapped him on the ass. He gave you a questioning look.

‘‘ Hey, what was that? Just five minutes ago you were all serious about cleaning up the apartment and now you’re messing around?Ah ~How immature of you, y/n.’’

you didn*t expect such a serious reaction from Baekhyun, who loves pranks and fooling around. Well, you weren’t wrong. As soon as you turned aroud, he smacked you on the butt with a pillow, a bright smile appeared on his face again.

‘’You started this, honey.Now it’s your turn... yOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS’’ 

Kai/Jongin:

The two of you were looking at pictures and videos of Jongin danicng and singing at their last concert, when you pointed out that he looked very sexy then, he suddenly asked you about his ass. He was kind of insecure about it because some of the members made fun of him the other day. Of course, that was just a joke, but it seemed to bug him a little, so you told him that his butt is ~extra~ fine. He smiles at you with a slight blush and stands up to get a charger because it seemed that your laptop ran out of battery. The moment he stood up, you slapped his butt.

‘‘Hahah Y/N ~ I get it, my ass is nice. Thank you ;)’‘

‘‘Always welcome, boo ;)’‘

Lay/Yixing:   

Yixing is a sweetheart. But lately, he’s been too sweet. He didn’t joke around or anything, he was just nice 24/7 and it kind of worried you. Is he upset? Is he stressed? If so, why isn`t he saying anything? The two of you were in the bedroom, he was checking his messages, you were changing the bedsheets and observing him. He stood up and was just about to walk past you, you were ready to do anything, just to stop him at that moment, so you just slapped his butt. He smirks.

‘‘Huh? Y/N, what’s wrong?’‘

‘‘I should be the one asking that... I don’t know, you tell me. You seem down lately...’’ ‘‘Awwww, honey ~You were worried about me? You’re so cute ~ ‘’ 

He hugs you tight and the two of you end up cuddling and talking about the things that were bugging him on the bed.

D.O/Kyungsoo:

You press the shuffle button as the two of you were in the kitchen making dinner. You were having fun, fooling around, then ‘Anaconda’ came on and you jokingly slap his ass. Kyungsoo,being the serious person he is, glares at you. But you couldn’t help but laugh. He tried hard to keep the serious look, but from the sight of your bright smile, he couldn’t help but to smile, too.

‘‘Ah ~ I just can’t get mad at you!’‘

Sehun:

It was already lunch time when Sehun finally woke up. You were in the livingroom and saw him coming out of his room, still half asleep.You were watching him wandering across the apartment. At one point, when he walked past you for like the 20th time you slapped his butt, wanting to see his reaction. But he didn’t even stop, he just kept on walking, he didn’t even turn around or something. The rest of the day went peacefully.

On the next day, you were just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly something hits your butt really hard.

‘‘seHUN!??!?!?!’‘

‘‘What goes around comes around, honey. ;)’‘

[beinghumanisveryhard]

On Hating Your Friends

This might not be a constant in many people's lives, but I'm sure you might have experienced at some point. Maybe you were a teen and had a friend who suddenly you couldn't recognize anymore, they became shallow and reckless about pretty much everything; maybe you have a coworker who was the first person who ever talked to at your job but now you've relized their taste in music is horrible and you don't really have that much in common; maybe you have a friend that knows you a little too well and that makes you uneasy. All this situations might lead you to have strongly negative feelings towards people whom you trust and love, maybe to the point of not being able to stand them.

This kind of thoughts don't make you a bad person. We live in a society that places high value on having fun and being amicable, but little is discussed about disliking others. Those who dare voice their dissapproval of others are often made out to be inadapted, cynical and presumtious. But there's nothing wrong about knowing who you are and the kind of people you want around you. Why should I be friends with someone who I thought was nice enough when I met them, but then realized they were sexist or extremely conservative? To understand this, we need to understand the nature of friendships.

Not all friendships are equal. This is an extremely important distinction. Let's consider the following kinds of friendships: functional friendships, interests-in-common friendships, and emotional friendships. All these friendships are born in different ways and are kept alive in different ways, too, but all of them could eventually grow tiresome or even unbearable.

Let's start by analizing functional friendships, which are probably the more common. Under this category, you'll find all the friends you've made because it was useful to; maybe a co-worker with whom you have to spend lots of time, a classmate that helps you with the subjects you struggle with the most, or someone that is always willing to take you out and party. This kind of bonds are born spontaneously and are mantained over time because both parties involved keep getting something out of it. Up to this point, it's completely reasonable and harmless. Trouble might surface, though, when you or your functional friend need something other than what you've been giving so far; you might need someone to give you advice and then realize you don't really know these friends, that you like them fine but you wouldn't trust them with your secrets.

Coming to this realization might make you grow apart with that friend. You realize they are people in your environment, that you can laugh with them, go out with them, help them, but there's a barrier; you don't really know them and they don't really know you. If you see it this way, it's completely understandable that feelings of rejection towards those relationships start crossing your mind. This doesn’t mean that you actually hate that person.

Then, we have interests-in-common friendships. These are the kind of friendships that you might have made when you were in school; maybe you met someone who had an interest in something that you liked as well and started to hang out with them, maybe someone you met at a concert and couldn't believe loved your favorite band as much as you do, or someone who you had to live with because they were your roommate and ended up growing very fond of. In this case, what keeps those friendships alive is that interest or experiences you've had in common, and just as in the previous case, you might realize the relationship is not really that strong in those moments when you need a more intimate connection.

This kind of friendship might also sometimes make you feel boxed in; is the interest in art all there is to me? who am I outside my work or study environment? Questions like this might make you, at some point, reject your interests-in-common friends. But that feeling is natural, and even healthy. We, as humans, have a longing for novelty and our curiosity is always alive. Nobody really wants to be the same person all their life, we all seek change in some way or another. If you think about it like that, what you are rejecting might not be the person, but what they represent. You feel like they are an anchor that won't let you evolve.

Lastly, there's emotional friendships. These are the kind of friendships that are the harder to make and to keep, and that's why we all have very few of this kind of friends, if any. These are the friends that know all about how you function emotionally; you've told them your fears and sad experiences from childhood, they know your insecurities, what makes you happy and what upsets you. These are friends you can easily talk to and the friends who you love the most. You might think that, because this kind of friendship seems so ideal, you might never encounter difficulties with them, but that's not true. These kind of friends are actually the ones that can hurt you the most.

Maybe, once, you had a terrible day and tried to reach out to them but they never answered, maybe they sometimes mock you about your insecurities and you don't really appreciate that, or maybe they get patronizing when giving advice because they think they know all there is to know about you. Because you feel so strongly for them, these are the friends that you might end up really hating. Very frequently, these are the kind of friendships that, upon a strong disagreement or betrayal, can end up in seemengly eternal feuds.

Even though it has been made out to be a pretty straight forward matter, telling these kind of frindships apart can be really difficult. Not only because it takes some analisys that seems cold at best, but also because they are dynamic, and they might also overlap. You might find that you have a strong emotional connection with that coworker who you became friends with just out of convenience, maybe you've opened up to that person that you met at that concert and now are intimate friends.

Taking that dynamism into consideration, it's important to know what kind of friendship you have with someone, so that you understand the feelings that that relationship brings up in you. Consider this: if you have a functional friendship with someone, you shouldn't be upset if they didn't give you the advice you needed or if they said they couldn't help you when you asked them to. All friendships work within the confines of what seems to be a secretly agreed upon rule of social life.  

If you find yourself hating your friends, you should make an honest analisys of your life and your relationships. Know what you want and who you want in your life, what you give to and what you get from your friends. Maybe there's people who you should try to build stronger relationships with, maybe there's people who you just should cut off from your life. Brutal honesty in this examination will get you to make wiser decisions about your life, and to have more fulfilling relationships with those aroud you.

[screeching-seventeen-blog]

older brother! hoshi

cutest brother !!

so sweet too, i’m crying a little

so, basically hoshi is like your best friend

but a really happy one that doesn’t let you talk shit about people

you and hosh have always been cheery siblings, and your parents adore you guys for it

even if you aren’t a happy-go-lucky person, soonyoung has enough happiness for the both of you

and hoshi is always willing to talk, so if you’re ever at a family gathering, you can always sit near hoshi and he’ll talk if you don’t want to

he’s also really good with kids, it’s insane

like when you were in your crib, he would always be near you watching you, unless he was really young too

then when you were like 3 and he was however old he is when you were 3, he would always hold your hand and take you around the zoo or park and point out everything

and later on, you two can recreate the photos

just really frickin sweet and cute

and whenever it’s you two, it’s always laughter and smile

basically hoshi is the happiest bean

and whenever you’re feeling pressed, he’ll always cheer you up

like that one time in seventeen tv that makes me cry every time when dino is kind of sad, and hoshi tries to cheer him up

so whenever you’re down, he’ll sit alone with you and tell you jokes and make you happy

so there’s probably minimal fighting incase soonyoung thinks of some really bad dorky joke and he really needs to tell you 

he can also be really chatty, so you’ve learnt to deal with that

and he’s probably one of the least protective members

like, he’ll always be so supporting of you, and if you want to date someone, he’ll always watch out for you

he’d also support you to follow your dreams, so whenever you have self doubts, hoshi can tell, and will immediately start to encourage you

also introducing you to seventeen would be so fun

so basically it would go like this,

he would bring you backstage to one of their performances and he’d be like, this is my little sister/brother,

and mingyu or jun were like, ‘cute’ under their breath and hoshi dIDN’t EvEN GeT MAd hE jUSt SaID, ‘yes they are’ and gave them a 10:10  smile

basically v v v positive

but 10 hour 10 minute boy isn’t always happy, and he probably wouldn’t let it show, but you would know

and say if you were to become an idol too, you and hosh would take dorky photos at awards events

imagine all the articles

and all the fans would know you even if you weren’t an idol

maybe because of your twitter or instagram, since whenever you and hoshi got the chance to meet up you would take photos and all his fans adore you

you’re like the mum/mom of carats and there’s like an inside joke that the fans love you more than hoshi

and when you and soonyoung hang out it’s usually to like a park or somewhere outside the house

so one time you went to an amusement park with hoshi and i feel like hoshi is the kind to have a really bad facial expression on rollercoasters, so best believe you bought the photos and posted them online

you also probably have a group chat with the maknae line it’s LiTLItLIT

and another time you hung out he tried to teach you some seventeen choreo

and maybe you know the choreo maybe you don’t, but you probably ended up on the floor crying to minghao about how hard it was, unless it was easy, then you and hosh fought to see who could do it better

and one time you went karaoke with hoshi and had a battle of who could sing shinee better

tl;dr hoshi is the coolest brother, you’d always joke aroud and have fun. 

[haxo-lw]

Get to know me better

I was tagged by @ghuleh-101​ so here we go!

Name: Camille

Nickname: Cam, and @dreaming-alien​ calls me Willow

Age: 19

Where do you live: France

Gender: F

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 160 cm

Sexual orientation: straight i guess

Favorite color: green, black, red, pink

Favorite animal: tigers, wolves and raccons (can’t choose just one)

Cat or dog person: cat person, but i’m not comfortable around animals most of the time unfortunately

Lucky number: 3 and 6

Favorite fictional character: hum that’s a hard question tbh i don’t really know, i like Magneto a lot, and the Marquis De Carabas in the book Neverwhere

Favorite bands/music artists and favorite music genre: oh boy here we go: Bad Religion, Ghost, Led Zeppelin, Rammstein, The Clash, The Beatles, Nirvana, Jethro Tull, King Crimson, The Dead Kennedys, David Bowie, REM, Children of Bodom, Opeth, Grateful Dead, System of a Down, Rancid, The Dubliners,MCC, Dead Soul, pg.lost, KT Tunstall, The Decemberists...my favorite music genre is probably classic rock (as wide as it is) and punk and metal!

Dream trip: Greenland, Islande, Mongolia, Scotland, China, Japan, New-Zeland and a roadtrip throughout the US with @dreaming-alien

Dream job: engineer to make bionic prosthetics

When did you create your blog: hum some time aroud 2014 i think?

What do you post about: anything i like, or find funny, and these days a lot of Ghost related stuff

Why did you choose your URL: haxo is kind of an “artist” name i’ve chosen for myself, W stands for Willow and L for the name of a character that is very dear to me 

I’m gonna tag some people that I’d like to get to know better: @dariaxcooper @matcorna and i already know you guys very well but just for fun: @rachlette @dreaming-alien @camisun21 @sugarmihwa @catlynsummer @anawkwardlady (if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to ^^)