#this was quite hard to make and I don't know if I like it

[sai-int]

fwb!simon, reader catches feelings- NO. FWB!SIMON BUT SIMON CATCHES FEELINGS.

it's quite simple.

simon comes home from a mission, he's restless, twitching, pacing, can't figure out what to do with his hands.

so what does he do? he knocks on your door, waiting anxiously until you open it and he's scooping you up, hauling you across the hall and into his basically empty apartment, and fucking you into the mattress for the night.

and you're just so good at taking it—whatever he gives you and whenever he gives it. you cry, whine, beg and plead for his cock in all the ways you know how—until you go blue in the face—and simon fucking revels in it. he's all harsh words and degrading names, calling you a filthy slut, his cocksleeve, a fucking cumdump—you name it, he's probably said it.

it's perfect, until it's not.

he's spent months fucking you stupid, night after night. he fucks you even when he's not restless. he fucks you when he's bored, when he's lonely. especially when he's lonely.

simon riley's a gridlocked man. hardly anything ever gets past him, but it didn't take many rendezvous between your thighs for him to forget that.

his mask would come fully off—not just above his lips—and you'd still kiss him breathless, still scream his name until your throat went hoarse. you weren't afraid of everything underneath. if anything, you liked it.

It's not like the both of you frequently exchanged actual conversations, but he could tell by the way you dripped and soaked his sheets even more than you ever had.

after that, he even began to gather enough courtesy to let you get some rest after he fucks you, letting you stay wrapped in his sheets for whatever sliver of the night was left.

you never pushed, and that's what he liked most about you. you always went by his terms because you never really cared as long as you got fucked six ways from sunday.

so, you always left when he woke without a problem. that was the arrangement and you were more than fine with getting a good fuck only a few steps away from your own home.

then even you began to notice the shift.

simon could never fuck you badly, per se. but he began to fuck you more softly. tenderly, as if he was suddenly aware that humans shouldn't be bent in half as long he's had you pinned underneath him in the past. he'll rock his hips into you with similar fervor, but he'd caress you, rather than grab at you. hold your forehead to his, rather than choke you with his thick hands.

then came the praise. god, it's like fucking a completely different man. from one week to the next, you're no longer a slut or a hole, you're pretty girl and angel. it makes your head spin. you try to pinpoint the change and why it happened, but you can't. somehow, you cum twice as hard now.

it all came to an ugly head when he spent the better part of 2 hours between your thighs, moaning and groaning as if you were doing him a service.

now, you weren't going to complain, but love just wasn't in the cards for you right now, and the looks simon was giving you from where he lapped at your cunt were filled with adoration, like he was waiting for you to tell him how good he was doing.

hell, you could see a phantom tail wagging each time his eyes met your own. and after a session that felt more like making love than an explosion of pure lust, you could feel his eyes lingering on you as you slipped your panties back on.

"what?" you hum, not wanting to face him in fear you'd see that godforsaken look in his eyes again.

and you were right, because he's staring at you like he's about to drop to one knee. "nothin'."

you toss your shirt back over your head and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

"simon," you start and he's already hanging on your words, "what's going on with you lately? i don't mean to sound rude but—"

this is it, he thinks. it has to be now, or nothing will change. he's not a religious man, but if he's ever prayed to god for anything, it's for this to become something real.

"'m in love with ya."

one blink, then two. two to three, three to four. you stare at him as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"simon, i don't think you understand—"

"—i do. i do understand and i want ya, bad. so bad, i can't even stop thinkin' bout ya, sweetheart. even when y'not 'ere im thinkin' about ya. everything about y'is perfect, and i don't think i can function without y'with me."

this is the most emotion you've ever seen out of simon and it rocks you to your core. if you didn't know better—and if the lighting wasn't so dim—you'd think he was tearing up.

you didn't know how to break it to him.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Show☆Time

this night has opened my eyes

After a while of you sobbing quietly on the floor of your room, you finally got up and locked in.

First off, you changed out of your performer costume into a more casual outfit.

Your performer costume was soaked from the water, so you hung it up to dry and clean later.

You needed a plan

so you started a plan.

You had lots of ideas planned out. All of which were very elaborate.

Different ways to get them all together to make amends, different ways for them to talk, plans to make everyone apologize and get together to become a troop.

You get out your comically large whiteboard and regular-sized markers and start planning on what to do.

You spend a couple of hours finding ideas, only for you to keep running into problems.

You didn't know what to do.

You were stuck.

You decided to just walk to the park to tell Tsukasa you would have to quit, it was nearby anyway.

Walking out of the manor wasn't hard, they wouldn't notice you walking out. They were away at whatever rich people jobs they had.

You never saw them at night, and you never understood why.

As you made your way to the theme park, you tried to make yourself as small as possible to not get seen by anyone bad.

You tried to calm your nerves by thinking of memories to keep your mind off the whole situation.

You think about how one time when you were younger, around 10 years old, while getting up to get water you saw Nightwing in costume in the kitchen.

You saw as he froze like he was shocked to see you walk in.

You smiled at him and waved, you were half asleep and assumed he was a hallucination.

He waved and smiled back to you and you just walked back to your room.

For a while, you assumed that either Nightwing was coming into the manor to steal something, or he was just visiting.

Either that or you were dreaming.

You assumed you were dreaming.

You smiled at the memory. Nightwing has been one of your favorite vigilantes since you were younger.

You liked how his smile seemed to light up the room.

You liked how his smile reminded you of your older brother, Dick's smile.

You wanted to smile like Nightwing and Dick.

You were close to the park when you saw a red hood on a rooftop.

You saw him watching you, somewhat menacingly.

You get scared for a moment, You've heard stories about the crime lord and the people he's killed.

Sure, they were bad people and you had never done anything bad, but you could never be too sure!

You smiled and waved to him, which caught him slightly by surprise. Usually, people didn't smile and wave at someone they were scared of.

You walked a little faster, you needed to hurry before it was too late at night.

The park closes at 9, and it was now 8:26 pm.

You didn't notice how Red Hood kept watching you.

You didn't notice how he started coming towards you.

As soon as he got within 7 feet behind you, you could sense him.

You spun around dramatically to look at him.

You waved to him, again. "Hii!" You said excitedly, hoping this interaction will take your mind off everything. You realized you did not sound as excited as you usually did, probably from the sadness you felt.

"You look happy," He said walking towards you.

He didn't know why he felt the need to talk to you. He had never even had a conversation with you.

"Not really." You looked down at your feet, slightly sad.

You see him sitting down on a bench nearby and patting the seat next to him.

"Well, what's up?" He asks as you sit down next to him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your leg shaking from nervousness.

Were you in trouble? Had you done something wrong? Why was he stopping you? Didnt he have people to fight?

"I mean, you look upset," He said, pointing out the obvious.

You started explaining everything to him.

About how you started a group and how it fell apart.

"I don't know what to do. I was just on my way to tell my friend I was gonna quit. It's no use to keep trying." You said while having your head in your hands and trying not to cry.

Jason didn't understand.

You usually weren't like this.

You usually wouldn't quit.

You were the type of person to keep going no matter what.

He's seen you fall down and get up likr it was nothing!

He leaned up against the railing of the bench. "Well, why would you quit?"

"What do you mean?" You asked as you lifted your head from your hands.

"I mean, why quit when you're almost there? All you have to do is go to the park, find them, and tell them to keep going. encourage them like you encouraged others." You watched as he stretched a little.

You thought about it for a minute.

"Plus, wouldn't you want to keep going for your grandfather? he would want you to keep going, right?"

He was right.

You had to keep going.

You had to go ahead and convince Tsukasa to apologize to Nene and Rui.

You had to convince them all to stay together.

You got up from the bench.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Red Hood!" you waved bye to him and started running towards the theme park.

You checked the time on your phone.

8:47 PM

If you ran fast enough, you could probably make it in time to find Tsukasa and make him apologize!

So you ran.

You ran and ran like there was no tomorrow.

When you finally got to the park, you stopped for a second to try and find Tsukasa.

You find him packing his stuff up on the stage, and he has also already taken off his performer costume.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and practically yelled to him "TSUKASA- WENEEDTOGETTHEGROUPBACKTOGETETHERANDANDAND-!" You talked too fast. You made no sense. You were scared and nervous.

"Y-Y/N! Slow down! I can't understand you!" Tsukasa said, his head feeling like it was spinning.

You took a deep breath and started yelling again, this time you accidentally shook him violently. "WE NEED THE GROUP BACK TOGETHER! We need to create smiles! Us breaking up was a dumb idea!" Your eyes were slightly teary, you were passionate about this.

It took a couple of minutes of you convincing Tsukasa (and apologizing for shaking him and leaving him dizzy) before you guys went to look for Nene and Rui.

When you guys finally found them, the park was about to close for the night. You guys had to hurry.

Nene and Tsukasa apologized to each other, Nene for ruining the show and Tsukasa for yelling at her.

Rui was holding a slight grudge, which makes sense, but you were sad about it.

It took all 3 of you to convince him to come back to the stage and forgive Tsukasa, and it worked!

You all got kicked out of the park for the day because technically you guys were trespassing, so you 3 parted ways and went home.

While walking home, you started thinking about your day.

You liked thinking about it, it made you feel like you were living through it again.

You realized you had never told Mr.Red Hood about your grandpa.

How did he know about that?

oh god rhis was so short sorry

PLEASE why do i keep accidentally neglecting emu reader hi guys

also jasons prolly ooc sorru

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[linoxpudding]

Spaces Between Us - Yang Jeongin

summary: a year later, after the breakup- you run into your ex again, and old feelings start to resurface

pairing: yang jeongin x reader (exes)

genre: angst, fluff, drama

fic type: written + text

P.S this is PART 3 of "prioritizing his girl bsf" au, so please read jeongin's portion in-

PART 1 and PART 2 for context!

a/n: so innie's storyline felt a bit incomplete, but @mrsminseochoi planted such a brilliant idea in my mind that gave it the closure it needed, as soon I read her comment, I just had to write it! @mrsminseochoi you're a genius! ♡

Masterlist

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A few months after the breakup, you get an unexpected message request. It’s from Gina.

For a moment, you just stare at your screen, debating whether to open it. Your heart pounds in your chest—what could she possibly have to say now?

Curiosity wins. With a deep breath, you tap the notification.

Your grip on your phone tightens. Your stomach twists. You knew Jeongin didn’t mean to hurt you, but reading Gina’s confession makes your chest ache all over again.

You imagine Jeongin, the man who once held your heart so gently, now crumbling behind closed doors. The thought alone sends a sharp pang through you.

But it doesn’t fix what happened. It doesn’t erase the heartbreak. But it does give you some sense of closure. You were right all along.

You don’t reply and just block Gina. There’s nothing left to say.

A year later....

Life moves on. You moved on. You focused on yourself, your career, your happiness. You keep telling yourself you're over Jeongin. That you've healed.

But fate has other plans.

It happened on a rainy evening. You enter a quiet café, shaking the cold off your coat as you wait for your drink. And then—

"Y/N?"

The voice freezes you in place. It’s soft, disbelieving, and achingly familiar.

You turn, and your eyes land on him.

Jeongin stands a few feet away, his dark eyes wide with something you can’t quite name. He looks different—his hair is slightly longer, his face sharper, but his expression… it’s the same.

It’s the way he used to look at you. Like you were his entire world.

"I… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again," he softly says approaching you.

"Yeah… It’s been a while," you reply nervously.

He steps closer, hesitant. "Can we talk?"

You don't know why you nod. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s something deeper. But soon, you’re sitting across from each other, the air between you both thick with unspoken words.

"You look good. I mean… you always did. But you look happier. Are you?" He asks with a hint of curiosity.

You pause. You like to think you're happy. But seeing him again, the memories flooding back, makes you realize you never fully stopped missing him.

"I am. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard," you said.

Jeongin’s face twists in pain. "I know. And I hate myself for what I put you through. You were right about Gina."

Your breath catches. "She reached out to me."

His eyes widen. "She did?"

You nod. "Told me how she planned it all. How she wanted me out of the picture. That you never meant to hurt me."

Jeongin exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N… I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried, I couldn’t. I lost you because I was stupid, and it’s the worst mistake I’ll ever make."

Tears prick your eyes. You want to be angry. You were angry for so long. But looking at him now, hearing the raw emotion in his voice, something in your heart shifts.

"You really hurt me, Jeongin."

Jeongin sighed, "I know. And if I could take it all back, I would."

Silence lingers between you both, filled with the sound of rain tapping against the windows.

Jeongin hesitates for a moment before asking, voice barely above a whisper, "are you...are you seeing someone else?"

You blink at the unexpected question. His fingers clench slightly against the table, his knuckles turning white. He looks like he’s bracing himself for an answer he doesn’t want to hear.

You exhale, playing with the rim of your coffee cup before replying, "Just a few dates here and there. Nothing serious."

Jeongin visibly stiffens. His jaw tightens, and he looks away for a second, exhaling through his nose, "Oh."

A small, bitter smile plays on your lips. "Jeongin, you don’t have the right to be jealous."

"I know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "I just hate the thought of someone else making you smile the way I used to."

You swallow hard. Every logical part of you tells you to walk away, to protect your heart. But your heart has never listened to logic when it comes to Jeongin.

Slowly, you reach across the table, your fingers brushing his. His breath stutters.

"I don’t know if we can ever be what we were," you confess.

"Then let’s be something new. Something better," he replies quickly, his hands tightening around you.

He looks at you like he’s afraid to move, like he’s afraid to hope.

As you’re sitting across from him, the space between you suddenly feels too large. Every part of you aches to close that gap, to feel his presence closer. Without thinking, you stand up, your movements almost trembling with anticipation. He watches, frozen, as you slide into the seat next to him. The air between you shifts, the tension thickening, and without a word, you lean in, unable to hold back any longer.

Jeongin’s eyes flutter shut as your lips meet, the kiss slow and deep, filled with everything you two never got to say. Regret, longing, love—it’s all there, crashing over you both like a wave.

When you pull away, Jeongin rests his forehead against yours, breathing shakily.

"I love you. I never stopped loving you," he says, his voice cracked slightly.

Your lips curve into a small, bittersweet smile.

"Then let’s see where this takes us," you reply.

Maybe love deserves a second chance.

[svtiddiess]

hi! can i req a drabble for seungcheol + no. 127 & 134 from the second prompt list (fluff+smut | prompts pt. 2)? thank you!

"I Think I Might Be Dying...These May Be My Last Words." + "Someone Might See Us!" + "Isn't That The Fun Of It, Love?"

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, non-idol! au, established relationship, drabble

Rating: suggestive/mature

Word count: 0.6k

Note: I changed it up just a tiny bit, I hope you don't mind!

Request a drabble from me using these prompts!

You're at a business event with your husband, Seungcheol. The evening is meant for networking, building connections, and sealing deals, but here he is, clinging to you like an overly dramatic puppy instead of playing the part of the composed CEO he's supposed to be.

"I think I might be dying…these may be my last words," he groans dramatically, his arms wrapped around you as he buries his face into your shoulder. He looks up at you with those puppy eyes, his lips forming an exaggerated pout.

You sigh, shaking your head in disbelief. The CEO of a multinational corporation, reduced to whining over a minor cough. Honestly, it’s embarrassing.

"Cheol, it’s just a cough. If you don't quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck," you huff, trying to sound stern but failing to hide your amusement.

He lets out a soft whine, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. It's painfully obvious he doesn't want to be here and is doing everything in his power to convince you to leave.

"Please~?" he mumbles against your skin, his voice dripping with faux desperation.

"Cheol, you know this is important. We're here to network and make deals, not to sulk," you remind him.

"But it's so boring," he whines, pulling back just enough to look at you. "I'd much rather be at home…doing you."

"Cheol!" you hiss, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. Thankfully, the nearest guests are far enough away to be out of earshot.

He smirks, his hands shifting from a casual hold to something more deliberate, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Don't act like you’d rather be here than under me, love," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

Your face heats up at his words, and as much as you hate to admit it, his little act is working. The way his hands slide down to rest on your hips, his fingers brushing against the curve of your ass, is making it hard to focus on anything else.

"Cheol," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly.

"You know how good I'd treat you," he continues, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’d make you come with just my tongue at least twice before stretching you out with my fingers."

You bite your lip to stifle a whimper, your body betraying you as it responds to his words. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as his lips trail along your jaw.

"And then," he whispers, his voice rough, "I’d give you my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being fucked so good you can't think straight."

Your breath hitches, and you’re suddenly very aware of how much you'd rather be anywhere but here. Maybe leaving early wouldn't be the worst idea.

Seungcheol leans back slightly, his hand cupping your chin as he tilts your face toward his. His smirk is downright sinful.

"I think I just figured out the perfect cure for my cough," he says, his voice dripping with mischief.

"What is it?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"You," he purrs before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the crowd.

You let out a small yelp as he pulls you into an empty room, his lips immediately finding your neck as his hands roam over your body.

"Ch-Cheol! Someone might see us!" you protest, though your voice lacks any real conviction.

He chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Isn't that the fun of it, love?" he whispers before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

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[thezombieprostitute]

The Prey

A/N: Follow up to The Hunt. Entirely written on my phone.

A/N2: Reader is big, tall and female.

Warnings: Implied smut, Implied violence, Self-deprecation, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any.

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It feels like you've been on edge the entire week. Like you're being stalked, but every time you look, there's no one there. Figuring you could use a break you decide to eat at your favorite place for dinner. You're sitting in a booth at the pub, reading a book and eating some dinner when a man you don't know sits across from you.

"Damn you're cute," he says.

"No I'm not. And I really don't appreciate lying."

He gives you a confused look, "what do you mean?"

"I am, objectively speaking, unattractive. The way you said I was cute indicates a feeling of attraction and, let's be honest, that's not possible."

"You don't even know me but you really think I'm that shallow?"

"Look, it's not your fault society dictates attractiveness. Maybe it's just not something you ever had to deal with because you are very much an ideal. You've got beautiful eyes, a physique that is tall, muscular and healthy. And it just makes me wonder what's wrong with you that you're not already taken and you're slumming it with someone like me."

"Slumming it?" he asks incredulously.

"Yes," you nod. "All my curves are disproportionate to each other, too much here, too little there. I've got chin hairs and regularly get acne. My eyes are, at best, normal and boring. And let's not even get started on my hair. It's also a fact that men do not care for women as tall or taller than them. I am, objectively, physically unattractive. So when you call me cute, I have to believe you're lying."

"You are very weird," he shakes his head.

"I am," you agree. "Then again, you're the one who interrupted my dinner."

"Just trying to give you a compliment," he groans as he gets up.

"And all you accomplished was interrupting my reading."

You pick your book back up and pretend to read. Your eyes follow him as he heads back to his buddies. Your suspicions are confirmed when you see him hand some cash over to one of his buddies.

It's not the first time bets have been placed at your expense and it won't be the last. It's always a game of getting the ugly girl's hopes up. String her along and then break her heart while leaving her with the tab.

Maybe you'd have been nicer about it if you hadn't been so on edge lately.

Across the bar you don't notice Kraven watching you. It took all of his strength to not step in and punch the bastard so hard he'd never breathe right again. And when you kept talking down about yourself he quietly growled with rage. When you're his mate, he'll make sure you never feel less than gorgeous.

And you will be his mate. He's been following you, trying to find flaws, reasons to walk away, but he can't. You've picked up on him following you, indicating an alertness beyond most humans. Despite obviously being upset, you still helped anyone and everyone at the library without them even guessing you weren't feeling well, indicating your suitability for raising offspring.

And when you tried to release some of that stress in the privacy of your apartment? He breathed in the scent the next day when he broke into your apartment. It was all over your panties that now reside near his bed. It isn't quite "bitch-in-heat" but it still gets him going.

But first, he's going to follow those assholes who messed with you and make sure they never do so again.

Soon he'll have everything needed for your new home. He's determined to show his quality as a mate, as a provider, by building you a dream den. It'll have everything you've ever wanted and needed. Perfect for raising your children.

The only thing you might not like is his rule about no outside contact. At least not until you're fully his. But he's sure it won't take long. You're incredibly smart, kind and you'll know it's meant to be.

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[shanklin]

Relativity Falls but at the end of the summer Stan learns the very important lesson of not being “selfish” and returns to New Jersey alone.

Through the years the excuses as to why Stan can’t come visit pile up. He broke his leg, caught the flu, has a summer job, broke a vase in the shop and is under house arrest etc etc.

Ford eventually gets fed up with all the excuses and stops calling home. Stan obviously doesn’t want to see him anymore now that he got other friends with his freak of a brother out of the picture.

3 years pass and the police are standing in front of the Shack. 

Filbrick Pines is dead and Stan is nowhere to be found.

[or alternatively the police brought Stan to live with them now that Filbrick died, but Stan is almost unrecognizable from the boy who left three years ago. He's polite and keeps to himself, but there's a rage just beneath the surface that makes others question if there is more to Filbricks death than meets the eye.]

[littelovelunette]

I love your page already omg

can you do classmates sevika x reader?

and a lil bit of jealousy too 👀

Mint ChapStick

anon... love... i don't know whether you want me to do smut or fluff sooooooo ima free style, if you wanna specify let me know

Highschool AU!

the bell to class was loud in the hallway jerking you out of your thoughts as you let out a tired sigh, getting up to start walking out of the classroom before you tripped over a fallen pencil and crashed into someone with muscles so hard it hurt

"yo! watch it." the other student yelled out making you groan nd rub your head.

"s-sorry, im a klutz," when you looked up your jaw was instantly on the floor you had crashed into sevika; she was a hot shot. a foreign exchange student with iron-like fists and a love for smoking. she had beaten up a guy so hard he remained in the hospital for days and the only reason she wasn't expelled for it was because she had valid reason for her actions claiming the guy had racially slurred at her

and although you didn't quite believe some random guy had the guts to insult her of all people, come on those muscles themselves looked threatening, you still found her so incredibly hot

"uh-huh, whatever." sevika grumbled before walking off, a little group seniors following her around like puppies

you let out a small sigh, we atleast she didn't bash your face in. you checked your timetable and saw that your next class was advanced maths.

ugh, great, differentiation. not something you were fond of but oh well let's just say you didn't quite enjoy the topic too much. as you made your way to the maths classroom, you were starting to get a little sleepy.

maybe you shouldnt have gotten up so early today morning to wash your darn hair, but what to do about it now? you walked in the class earlier than the class time so you could lay your head on the table and get some proper sleep.

the sound of the bell would wake you up, right? yeah probably

you put your head down and drowsed off the outside world just a dull buzz in your ear as you napped peacefully on the desk

you were woken with a deep, low yet rough voice calling out your name and almost violently shaking your shoulder. you woke with a start, scrambling and looking around just to face sevika sitting beside you, eyes narrowed as she stared at your groggy state.

"good morning sunshine," one of the classmates mocked, it was class time already and people were staring at you who'd been asleep on a desk...

sevika shook her head, taking her hand off your shoulder.

you couldn't help blush out of embarrassment and quickly pulled your hair down to cover your face as you faced your desk, averting your gaze low. the teacher chuckled, shaking his head and started with the lesson.

sevika had her arms crossed, leather jacket over her shoulder and barely cared enough to even wear her uniform properly. you watched her in awe at her guts for a while before sighing to yourself and facing your desk.

you didn't know sevika took advanced maths, it was a little admirable considering her... yknow, nature. she didn't seem like the patient kind. you watched from the corner of your eyes as sevika reached inside her bag, withdrawing a calculator.

maths class finished and you had barely understood the whole lesson because you've been staring at sevika for the whole time. you got up, trying to quickly put your things away for lunch time and dashed, bumping into sevika again.

the first time she'd let you be because she didn't think you were worth her time. but the second time? yeah, you're pushing it now.

she grabbed your wrist tightly, not crushing it — yet.

"you got a death wish or do you simply enjoy bumping into me, bunny?" sevika growled her voice low and rough

"s-s-sorry, I didn't- i... didn't mean to... im sorry," you stuttered out an apology, a small whimper issuing from your lips.

sevika rolled her eyes, "watch where you're going," she shoved your hands away with a scoff and slung her bag over her shoulder. you let out a small sigh, looking where she was standing. there was a chapstick on the ground. mint flavored chapstick... it was probably sevika's although she didnt look like the type to use chapstick.

you mentally noted that you had to return it to her and pocketed the chapstick, heading out of the classroom for lunch however you felt like you had lost your appetite. the ache in your wrist was dull but it was still there.

"where are you going?" your friend asks you after spotting you leaving the class

"well, sevika dropped her chapstick so im just going to the cafeteria and giving it back to her." you said with a small shrug

"sevika?... the sevika? are you insane?" she looked at you as if she'd seen a ghost

"no, just a good human being." you said with a roll for your eyes. to be fair you just wanted to see more of sevika

you walked to the cafeteria, the chattering of many students filling your ears. your eyes scanned over the numerous students and you spotted sevika at a far corner with her tight knitted group of friends. one of her lackeys were going on and on and on about something and she was staring into the distance barely listening.

this was it, you finally could have your moment and return the chapstick to her. it didn't seem like a lot but it was, considering how usually collected and cold sevika was to others.

"sevika."

part 2?

[teal-fiend]

You didn’t mean to stare. You really didn’t.

But it’s different in person.

Photos, blurry video, never captured what it was like in reap life—the way the stomach juts out from their frame, how it moves not like fat or fullness, but from something inside, struggling.

You can hear it, too, a distant gurgling, and that alone makes your skin prickle.

And it’s them, of all people. Not a stranger, not a distant predator in a video, but your friend.

Or, well—not your close friend, but someone you know.

Someone you've had casual conversations with, who you've eaten lunch beside.

Someone who, right now, is heavier than they should be, belly taut and unmistakably full.

It's weird seeing them like this. Their midsection distorted, and they look spent. Sleepy.

You didnt fully realise what it meant when you heard they were a predator.

And the two of you were alone. You didn't know when your mutual friend would return to the house.

It was just you, this other person, and this very full belly they had.

"Okay, what?" Their voice cuts through your daze, irritated but not hostile.

They huff, crossing their arms, and the motion sends another movement through their gut.

The roundness of it is impossible to ignore, pushing against their frame like an overstuffed sack.

It must be so heavy for them.

You snap your gaze up, feeling your face burn.

"Nothing."

They raise an eyebrow. "Sure. You just zoned out, staring at my stomach for, what, a full minute?"

Your mouth is dry. You should say something, anything, but your thoughts are too tangled—shame, fascination, confusion all coiled together.

They exhale sharply.

"Look, if you're gonna freak out, do it somewhere else."

"I'm not freaking out," you say quickly, though you're not sure if it's true.

They roll their eyes, annoyed. Their belly groans, a slow, digestive churn, and your breath catches.

"Jesus," they mutter.

Their face twists slightly—annoyance, maybe a flicker of. Uncertainty? Self consciousness?

You realise, with a jolt, that they think you’re disgusted. That your staring is judgment, not—

You don’t even know what this is.

Some words come to mind however.

Facination.

Curiosity.

Attraction. Desire.

You want.

You want to see more.

Up close. You want to... hold it.

You want to know more.

But you don't know this person all that well to be doing all that. Your hands are clammy, your pulse in your throat. There’s a pain in your chest and it demands action before it crushes you completely.

You swallow hard.

"Can I—"

You falter, then force yourself to go through with it.

"Can I touch it?"

Their expression falters. First, disbelief—then skepticism.

Their arms are still crossed, shoulders tense, there's a flicker of hesitation. Doubt in your intentions.

"You—"

They stop, exhale, eyes narrowing.

"You serious?"

You nod, quickly, too quickly.

For a moment, they don’t move. Their posture is stiff, like they’re considering saying no. They don’t quite know what to do with this.

Then, with an irritated sigh, they uncross their arms and lean back, exposing the swell of their gut.

"Fine. If it shuts you up."

You step forward and reach out before you can second-guess yourself.

The bare skin. The warmth hits you, the sheer aliveness of it.

Then the firmness, stretched tight over something solid and disturbingly mobile.

Beneath your fingertips, the person inside moves. Your breath leaves you in a sharp exhale.

Your fingers press in, just slightly, and the mass beneath them stirs in response. Your friend stiffens.

"Don't push too hard," they mutter.

You barely hear them. Your pulse roars in your ears. Seeing, feeling the prey under your friends skin. Hearing the tummy growl, knowing what that means.

It does something to you.

You look up, and they're watching you now.

Cautious. Suspicious.

"...What?" they ask.

Your fingers are still resting on their belly, the warmth sinking into your palms.

The way it moves—alive and working—sends another strange shudder through you.

You murmur without thinking, almost to yourself, "It's really gurgly…"

They scoff.

"Yeah?"

You swallow.

There's a lump in your throat, and your hands feel weirdly heavy--they don't want to pull away.

Your mind is buzzing— You hesitate, then force the words out before you lose your nerve.

"Can I… um." Your voice is smaller than you expected, your pulse hammering.

"Can I put my ear to it?"

Silence.

Your friend's brows knit together, their face screwing up in open confusion.

"What?"

Your stomach knots, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"I just— I wanna hear it."

They stare at you like you've said something completely incomprehensible.

Then they glance down at their gut, like they're only now aware of its existence.

Their expression flickers—bewilderment, mild incredulity, maybe a bit of wariness.

"...i dont know"

"Oh, okay. Yeah that's fine"

You pull back.

Your ears burn. You should backpedal, say it was a joke, something to laugh off this entire conversation.

"Wait," your friend says, "youre just like, curious, right?"

you just nod, small and hesitant.

They exhale sharply, looking at you like they don’t know what to make of you.

After a long pause, they roll their eyes.

"Fine. Just—don’t be weird about it." Your breath catches.

You don’t even wait for them to change their mind—you just lean in, pressing your ear against the taut warmth of their belly.

It’s loud.

Wet, deep gurgles churn beneath their skin, layered with slow, rhythmic groans.

Something shifts, a sluggish movement beneath the surface, your breath escapes in a shudder.

There's so much noise, it's like you can hear what it's like to be inside their stomach.

And you know what the noise is for; it's the sound of them digesting the person inside.

Your friend stiffens.

"Okay."

Their voice is edged with—awkwardness? Mild alarm?

"That’s enough, I think."

You pull back reluctantly, eyes wide. Your heart is still hammering, desperation curling inside your chest.

You meet their gaze, and they just shake their head, baffled.

"Dude," they mutter.

Your face is burning. Your can still feel the warmth of their stomach against your ear. The deep, organic noises that you’d never heard so clearly before, they echo in your head.

You pull back, scrambling for words, but everything feels tangled and heavy on your tongue.

"I—" Your voice wavers, and you swallow hard.

"I’m just curious."

They raise an eyebrow.

You keep going, half-babbling, as if saying it out loud will make it make sense.

"It’s just— I’ve never seen someone this full before. Like, in real life."

You glance down at their belly, still round and impossibly taut.

"It’s… big. Way bigger than I thought a stomach could get."

Their arms crossed over their chest, but they’re listening.

"And you can see—"

Your voice drops slightly, hushed, reverent.

"You can see the shape. Like, you can tell it’s… someone. Someone is in there, curled up, I can see them."

They glance down at themselves, then back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah. I ate them."

"But doesn’t it—"

You hesitate, then press forward, unable to stop yourself.

"Doesn’t it. Um. How does it feel?"

Their expression flickers, uneasiness crossing their face.

"Uh… I mean…?"

They frown, adjusting their posture.

"I feel full."

Your eyes drop to their gut again, to the way it still moves, slow and sluggish, a body settling deeper inside.

"It just—"

You inhale sharply.

"It just seems like it’d be really satisfying. Being that full. Knowing, feeling them in there, just… just digesting."

Your friend stiffens completely.

"Okay." They hold up a hand. "What the hell."

You freeze.

"Are you, like…" They exhale sharply, shaking their head. "What are you trying to do here."

Your stomach twists, heat prickling in your cheeks.

"I’m not—"

"You're not what"

You shrink back, heart racing.

"I—"

You don’t know what to say.

"Sorry."

They stare at you for another second, then shake their head, rubbing their temple, this whole conversation has given them a headache.

"Jesus." They sigh. "I need a nap."

They huff, then push themselves up with a grunt. The motion makes their gut sway—heavy, packed, undeniably full.

You watch, transfixed, as it settles against their frame, the weight of it affecting how they stand, how they move.

They adjust their posture, rolling their shoulders, stretching, shaking off the discomfort of this interaction.

"I’m gonna go lie down," they mutter, already turning away.

The sight of them walking—belly swaying, subtly bouncing with every step... It’s mesmerising.

"Wait—" The word slips out before you can stop it.

"I’ll—I’ll go instead."

They pause, glancing over their shoulder.

"Yeah?"

You hesitate. You don’t want to go. But you should.

"I mean—" Your voice is small. "I didn’t mean to upset you."

Their expression flickers. You lower your gaze, heat crawling up your neck.

"I—I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be weird. I just… Im sorry for making it weird."

There’s a beat of silence.

Then they exhale, rubbing a hand over their gut, thinking about what you said.

"It’s whatever," they mumble, sounding tired more than anything.

"I’ve just never had someone this into it before. Thought you were freaked out at first, but nah. You’re just—" They shake their head. "I dunno. Enthusiastic."

You peek up at them, heart hammering. "Is that… bad?"

They look at you like they're trying to see through you.

"I dont know."

Another pause.

Then they shift their weight, their belly swaying with the motion, and groaning slightly.

"Ugh. I need to lie down. If you’re staying, don’t be annoying."

You nod quickly, still processing the fact that they’re not kicking you out.

"Yeah. Of course."

They sigh and plop down on the couch, stomach sloshing with the impact. Causing the prey to wriggle in a flurry as it reorients itself inside. You swallow hard.

They stretch out on the couch, adjusting until their gut is resting comfortably against their side.

A slow yawn overtakes them, their jaw stretching wide, and then—

"Urrrhhhp—"

The belch rolls out of them, deep and heavy, tired. Their gut visibly tenses with it before settling again, a lazy gurgle following in its wake.

Your heart flutters. The noise shouldn’t do anything to you.

But.

You open your mouth, maybe to say something—maybe to apologise again, maybe just to acknowledge the moment—but before you can, The pred catches you.

they crack one eye open and grumble, "Don’t say anything."

You snap your mouth shut.

They roll onto their other side, rubbing a slow hand over their belly, sighing as they relax.

"Just let me sleep."

You nod quickly, even though they can’t see it.

"Okay."

Your eyes linger on them, watching the steady rise and fall of their breath, the belly, you mostly watch the belly.

You make tea for yourself.

You stay.

You watch.

Despite it all, your friend quite quickly falls asleep, as you hear them snoring softly.

You watch their prey wriggle as they sleep, you hear a muffled voice under the stomach noises.

You're excited to see what that belly will look like in a few hours. You imagine it rounded out, getting smoother, going still.

You are happy enough with the prospect of sitting in the room with your friend as they digest their prey.

[that-hazbin]

Things Alastor Has Definitely Said 9

Alastor: Lucifer, what are you doing?

Lucifer: ... Making pasta?

Alastor: You left an empty pot on a lit stove.

Lucifer: Uh.

Alastor: Lucifer, have you ironed your brain? Get out of my kitchen.

—

Charlie: Alastor, would you like to share with us what you chose for your daily affirmations?

Alastor: Charlie, I'm quite certain you don't want to know what my daily affirmations are.

—

Alastor: Angel, give me back my whiskey. Now.

Angel: Or else what?

Alastor: Oh, we're starting this? Alright. Give it back, or I'll shove a rusted metal pipe so far up your loose asshole, it'll spear through your empty brain and break open your fragile skull for all to see.

Angel:

Angel: Here you go.

Alastor: ... This is empty.

Angel: Yup. *runs*

—

Alastor: Did you cut your hair?

Vaggie: Uh, no?

Alastor: Well, you should.

—

Lucifer: I am your king, show me your respect!

Alastor: How? I don't respect you.

—

Alastor: Vox, what am I looking at right now.

Vox: What, the flowers and music isn't enough for you?

Alastor: ... You continue to meet my expectations.

Vox: ... Was—

Alastor: No, that wasn't a compliment. I cannot stress enough how much that was not a compliment.

—

Alastor: Charlie, your ex is at the front!

Charlie: What?! Ugh!

Alastor: Oh, that's a reaction! Do I have permission to scare him off?

Charlie: Don't kill him.

Alastor: That's permission! I'll go get my shotgun!

—

Alastor: You look awful.

Lucifer: Shut the fuck up, I glow like the sun.

Alastor: Well, it is hard to look at you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer: I walked right into that.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Real love —Pedri Gonzalez.

summary: You and Pedri were best friends in childhood and have some history and you see each other again after a long time.

warning: YES. +18. smut, soft, cute.

words count: +3k.

#SEXYNOTE: I apologize for any mistakes in the story. English is not my first language and i use a translator.

The town square is illuminated with golden lights and garlands hanging from the bare trees as your eyes scan the place. You haven't been back here in seven years, yet every corner feels familiar. The music echoes in the air, people's laughter mingles with the murmurs of the party, and you hold your glass in both hands, trying to conceal the nervousness that invades you.

It shouldn't be a problem, it's just a reunion of old friends back home. You've been telling yourself that over and over again since you accepted the invitation from Luis, that friend who insisted you come. Everyone is here, your childhood friends, schoolmates, people from the neighborhood. All surprised to see you again after almost seven years abroad, greeting you cheerfully while everyone is having fun and wishing each other a good night.

The atmosphere is perfect, just as you remember it. You are a little excited, although you feel that part of you is missing something. Your friends are asking you all sorts of questions, your friends are jokingly trying to flirt with you, acquaintances are asking you how it's going. The music is at its peak and you dance animatedly with your friends like old times. When you get tired, your gaze scans the place, looking for Luis, who disappeared quite a while ago.

But suddenly, you feel a knot in your stomach.

And then you see him.

Pedro Gonzalez has his back turned, talking to someone, but you don't need to see his face to recognize him. His posture, the way he moves his hands while talking... it's him.

You stand still, feeling the accelerated heartbeat in your chest. When did he come back? Why didn't Luis tell you? Or one of your friends? You question yourself as you try to ignore the fact that he's here.

But the urge to approach invades you and you bite your lip nervously. It's really him. You can see him when he turns a little. He's with his brother Fer and his old friends, amused.

Even though he's different, more mature, taller, "better looking", he still looks just like your five year old mind remembered. Your childhood best friend. Your school chum. Your secret crush. Your first kiss, your first time. You had been together your whole life and when you turned 17 you promised to be together forever. Although it seemed that life had other dishes for you and finally, you each went on with your lives.

Your stomach churns when Pedro turns and his eyes meet yours. Did he recognize you or didn't he?

For an instant, everything disappears. The murmur, the music, the chill of the night. There are only his dark eyes staring at you in disbelief. His lips half open, as if he's going to say something, but he doesn't. Neither do you. You both stand still, as if time has stopped, as if the girl you were and the boy he was are there, looking at each other after almost a decade of distance.

You blink and look away. You realize you're squeezing the glass too hard and you loosen your fingers. Pedro makes a slight movement, as if to move closer but at the last moment he stops when his friends speak to him again.

The tension is palpable, though neither of you dares to break it. You want to get closer but you don't know if he feels the same.

Luis, appears patting his back and then sees you a few feet away, going straight for you, as he drags you towards the group of friends.

"Look who's back homeeee" he mutters towards them and they all turn to see you. Pedri's eyes light up and you smile at him.

"Hi guys" you greet cheerfully. They come over to hug and greet you.

"Y/n, we don't recognize you anymore!" says one of them hugging you, the ones like this agree. "You look super beautiful!"

"Thank you, Raul. You look handsome too" you thank him giving him a hug back.

When his moment arrives, his heart is pounding but you just pretend it is.

"Hello Pedro" you greet with nostalgia.

"Hello YN" he says in his sweet voice.

He produces some effects on you, as your skin bristles when you hear your name back in his mouth or his eyes so deep in yours.

Pedri smiles shyly at you as you approach him, your hands wrap around his shoulders and he holds your waist, melding them in a reunion embrace.

"You've grown up" he murmurs amused. "You've even changed your hair color..." he says somewhat surprised and you nod.

You smile at him.

"You too, Pedro" your hand flies to his hair shaking it, like old times. He smiles shyly and denies laughing when you remember the gesture.

"I like it, it suits you" he insists when his eyes meet yours.

You thank him with a smile and are interrupted by your friends, who walk up to you. Your mind lingers on that moment, on your reunion with your childhood best friend. When you used to be inseparable, when you met in room five, you were the two smallest in the school but you were the most terrible. Pedri was the friend who never left you alone and you were the one who helped him with homework, a promise you had made when you were only five years old. A distracted boy and a lonely girl. You always used to walk, play, study together, you even had the same friends. Although you were somewhat in shock to see him again today, no one had told you that he would be coming home too and you had a faint suspicion that maybe that's what you had come here for today.

Memories come back to your mind and you smile nostalgically, your gaze drifts to Pedro and you find him looking at you the same way. Your cheeks flush red as you look deeply at each other, averting your gaze to disguise that you weren't seeing him. Despite your childhood together and your secret relationship in your teens, you now look strangers and you can't blame him, he pursued his life in Barcelona chasing his dream and you went to England to become what you wanted most. Sometimes you kept in touch, for his birthday or yours, you even congratulated him when you became European champions. But you were limited to simple words. You had both grown up, you had changed close circles, you had watched, you had become his people.

You secretly admired him. You had to admit it. You followed every game, hoping to see him again and longing to meet him sometime, but now it was a ball of fear. Would it be like before? Or were you really strangers? You had to admit you wanted to get close to talk to him but you also didn't want to get your hopes up.

The party goes on and you separate from the group of guys, each going his own way but you were still watching each other from a distance. You met Pedri's gaze in yours when you turned to see him, you smiled at each other but didn't get closer.

When the party goes on, you excuse yourself saying you need air, while you try to find Luis, who disappears at some point of the party and you still can't find him. He is supposed to be the one who would take you home, since he was the one who convinced you to come in the first place. You curse silently.

"Looks like you've been left alone" Pedri's voice surprises you. He's behind you but you feel he's come closer than you expected.

You look up and he's smiling but there's some insecurity in his expression.

"I guess so" you mumble putting your phone away. "He promised he'd wait for me" you purse your lips.

"Maybe he didn't leave but he probably won't come quickly" he says amused and you laugh. "I can give you a ride if you want."

The proposal catches you off guard. You hesitate. It's been a long time since you were the inseparable friends you once were. Now you are two strangers with a past in common, you trust him but you don't know if it's the right thing to do. It's late though, and your house is far away and quite close to Pedri's. He probably just wants to be nice and feels commitment because he's the only one here you might know.

"Are you sure?" you ask, though you're not sure what answer you want.

Pedro nods.

Minutes later, you're in your car. At first, the silence feels heavy, awkward. Until he mentions a childhood anecdote, something silly about a Christmas when you tried to steal cookies from your grandmother's house. And, without realizing it, you laugh. The atmosphere becomes cozier even though it is tense, it is obvious that there is something more going on between you.

The words begin to flow naturally. You talk about your lives, about how you studied abroad and he went to Barcelona to work. You discover that, although time has separated you, there is something about his company that still feels familiar. You feel comfortable with him, just as you always did. And you are grateful that his bond is still there, despite the time.

"Remember when we were planning to travel all over the world?" he says momentarily, with a nostalgic smile.

"Yeah" Your laugh is soft but there's something bittersweet about it. "We were sixteen, we weren't serious" you say biting your lip.

When you remembered that, you bite your lip nostalgically.

It was at that same age when you had your first kiss together, you were naughty and curious kids, Fer had had his first girlfriend and you wanted to know what it felt like. A year later, you were still kissing and sneaking around, it was even him who took your virginity. You sighed at the memory, trying to get those thoughts out of your head. It had been in the past, you were young and stupid, now everything had changed.

Because, even though you dreamed it all together, you each ended up going your own way. Maybe you didn't make much effort to continue your relationship, maybe it was you who decided to move away a little, maybe it was fate. You don't know.

But you feel that something in you has changed tonight. And not in the way you want it to.

It's the way he looks at you, the warmth in his voice, the ease with which you can reconnect after so long. Something inside you that you thought was buried is beginning to awaken.

You can't afford this. Pedro will leave, just like last time. You don't want to make the same mistake again from the past when you were that little girl. You can't get attached again to someone who won't stay. And you'll go back to being the lonely little girl you once were.

The car pulls up in front of your house. You remain silent, hesitating whether to say something or not.

Pedro also hesitates. There's something in his gaze, as if he's debating whether to say goodbye or do something else. And then he does.

He leans toward you, slowly, giving you time to walk away if you wish. But you don't. You stand there, feeling your palms sweat and his legs falter as his lips brush yours.

When hia lips touch yours, it's as if those seven years of distance never existed. As if you were again in that summer when everything was simpler, when life had not yet separated you. It is a slow, soft and delicate kiss. Like a first kiss. Like the last time. Although you don't want it to be. Then, as you both gasp for air, you kiss again. This time, harder, more desperate and needy. The tension builds and you let yourselves be carried away by the need to feel.

His hands shoot to your waist and he pulls you closer to him, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Embarrassed, you pull away a little and can't believe what just happened. Your mind explodes, it's a lot to swallow and you try to take in what just happened but you don't have time. His lips take you again, as your stomach roars with nerves. You feel a little shaken by the movements, it's not an appropriate thing to be making out with your ex-best friend in his car outside your house but you do it anyway, with haste and vehemence. As if you've been waiting for this moment for almost a decade and maybe you were.

As you feel your lips go numb, your foreheads pressed together, your breaths hitching in the silence of the night.

Your hands hold your face while yours cling to your muscular necks, your are agitated and anxious but make no move.

"I'm sorry, I had to" he admits in a whisper and you smile shyly.

You don't know what to answer, you're nervous. Too nervous. You never expected that he was the one who kissed you.

"You wanted to?" he asks at your silence.

You nod with your cheeks red with embarrassment. Of course you wanted to, wasn't it clear from your kiss? Or maybe he was being polite. He was so special.

"I saw you tonight after so much, I guess I didn't want to miss my chance" he murmurs and you feel your heart race. You smile a little confused but aware of the way your whole system sped up. How your whole mind clouded over.

And there, with your heart pounding, you decide that maybe you don't have to hide your secret much longer. You bring your mouth to his and kiss him again, if I understand the warmth of his touch is your skin, his wet lips on yours, his hot tongue dancing with yours.

It's been a long time since you've felt this way again, since you two saw each other, it was imminent. You needed each other, missed each other. You pull away from him, open the car door and get out, motioning for him to follow you. Pedri confused, does so, without hesitation. You tiptoe around the front of your house, going to the gate and carefully open it. The night is still dark and you can barely see each other in the darkness, he takes your hand as you enter your backyard and you direct him towards the tree house that is still intact in your yard. The same house in which you only spend hours here, the same house in which you dreamed your future.

A giggle escapes you as you almost trip over your heels on the grass and kick them off, as you begin to giggle like children. You start to climb the ladder, carefully and when you are inside the tree house, you reach for a quilt that was on the ground. Then you sit down on the floor waiting for Pedri, who immediately comes back for you. He crawls towards you and you take his face again to kiss him, this time much safer, more intimate. It is a fleeting kiss but full of love as Pedri crawls up to you, positioning himself between your legs on top of your body. Your fingers play with the strands of his hair, nervous and eager, enjoying his warm lips. His mouth moves to your neck and kisses that weak spot, making you moan, biting your lip to hide the gasps. His hands roam your waist, your belly, your legs.

He begins to undo the zipper of your dress and with some clumsiness, due to the little room and the discomfort of the floor, he manages to take off your dress, leaving you in your underwear. Then your hands find the buttons of his shirt and start to undo them, one by one, while you start kissing wildly again. When you remove his shirt, your hands caress his shoulders and pecs, embracing them with your fingers, touching his hot, strong skin. You had missed him and so much.

He gasps and caresses your bare waist, roaming his hands down your body until he reaches your bra. He pulls away from your mouth and asks your permission with his eyes, which you quickly nod. You want him to touch you, every part of your body, every corner of your mind. You need him. Pedri undoes the bra and pulls the straps down your arms, slowly and lovingly, carefully, under your gaze in his. The atmosphere is sticky, warm and lovely. It's special and you both know it. You make it so. Its special feeling.

Your breasts are exposed to him and even though he already knows every part of your body, he feels you like that first time when you were just teenagers only now you are both grown and changed. You help him take off his pants and he pulls them off a little further away, both of you are left with only one garment and anxiously looking at each other's bodies like the first time. It's so romantic, the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way he feels you. Gasping sighs are heard throughout the tree house, disappearing into the darkness of the night outside the walls.

Finally, you are both naked, Pedri on top of you, kissing your neck, his fingers wandering down your chest, all the way to the hollow of your breasts. He asks permission again with his gaze and you don't even have to speak, your erect nipples speak for you. His lips encircle one of your nipples, with his hot tongue he licks them and you squeal with relief. His fingers take the other and his palm encircles your breast, squeezing it as he hears you moan. Your hands wrap around his neck and you caress his soft skin, as he settles between your legs. It is so glorious. The way Pedri makes you feel with a single glance, let alone how he makes you feel with his touches.

Memories of that first time come back to you as he lines up at your entrance, his cock playing with your hot center, moistening with your arousal. You both gasp with pleasure as he opens up inside you, little by little, unhurriedly, with precision. Compared to that time, this time it is safer, Pedri already knows what your body is like and knows his body above all, so you both emerge in an endless desire of pleasure. Your hands don't stop holding his shoulders, your back arches with every movement, it's soft, deep and romantic. You've never felt anything like this before. This is not just sex. It's something deeper that not everyone can reach.

It's love.

"I've missed you, little one" he whispers as their foreheads touch.

Your smile appears on your mouth and you feel your body react to his confession. You've missed him too, more than you think.

"I missed you too, Pedro" your hands hold his shoulders tightly.

You can't keep talking, despite having thousands of things to say, but you are in an ecstasy of pleasure.

His eyes on yours as he penetrates you and you gasp with pleasure, your bodies sweaty and hot, your skins clinging to each other, your hearts beating with desperation. It is just as you remembered it. That night when you were seventeen, inexperienced little boys who were curious and just wanted to become adults. Today, adults remembering the past, living the future.

His strokes are more erratic, more desperate, as you feel the pleasure building in your belly. You want to scream but his lips silence yours as he continues to fuck you lovingly, gently. His body fits perfectly into yours, your hands were born to touch his skin and his lips to kiss yours. It's perfect.

Climax is not long in coming for both of you, gasping with pleasure as he explodes inside you and the whirlwind of pleasure washes over you. Pedri moans loudly as your back arches, colliding with his chest, both of you gasping for air as you continue to be clouded by the wave of pleasure. When you manage to steady yourself, Pedri lies down next to you, his arms wrap around your shoulders and he shrugs you into his chest.

Your hearts beat so hard it sounds like background music, your bodies agitated and sweaty, filled with the ecstasy of love and pleasure. You catch your breath after kissing again, warm and delicate. How you never kissed another person. How he only knows how to kiss you. Your chest aches with feelings, blossoming from the depths of your heart. Feelings that were embodied since that afternoon in the room of five, when you were those children.

Your hands rest on his chest and you lift up a little, placing a last soft kiss on his mouth. Pedri smiles in love as your eyes meet his.

"I don't want to lose you again" his voice is barely a whisper but hear loud and clear his statement.

Full of passion, full of love.

And now you know for sure too, that you don't want to let go either.

[stilljuststardust]

I don't know. What should I do? 😭 If you were in my place what would u do?..

I'm literally so lost. Right now. Like I feel like I'm in a slump, rut, a cycle of "read Tumblr posts, try, fall, repeat" how do I break free from this???? I genuinely just want to shift. Or live my dream life.

God I'm so done. Ever since I found out abt void (or got into reality shifting) I've put hold on life ever since, it'll be almost an year, I really don't want to keep living like this, it's like god. I can't. I just want to leave this reality. I'm so done. I want to enter void state. I just. God. Oh my god. I can't. I've idolized these things so much I know but these are my only saviors. I do believe all of this is real, but I don't trust my own ability, I know, I've been trying for so long, am I even trying at this point? I know i should give up, but how? I just can't keep living like this, it's hell...

Hello love, turn off your phone.

1. Save what you need to

Find a handful of concise posts that center you and remind you who you are and what you are capable of/remind you that manifestation isn't actually hard

Screenshot them, save them, print them out, whatever you need to but save them in a way that doesn't require you to reopen Tumblr. Maybe make a google doc with them/any links to videos or subliminals that you ground yourself with

2. Address your phone addiction

I fell down a rabbit hole on dopamine addiction a couple months back and I've learned a bit about it. If you want to stop overconsumption you have to stop doomscrolling.

Don't put your phone by your bed. Do not let the first thing you do in the morning be checking your notifications and scrolling.

"think of it as a lemon that you're squeezing the juice out of right? ...at the very beginning you can squeeze very little and you can get a lot of juice out of. But at the very end you need something very very powerful to squeeze out the remaining juice. So the more dopaminergic the task the less dopamine you need to engage in the activity " - DR K

The problem is your phone releases INSANE amounts of dopamine. It's this flashing color crack box that immediately spends all of that dopamine and because you used it first thing you need extremely dopaminergic activities or you can't focus.

Other extremely dopaminergic things include: video games, pornography, seeing people you hate attempt to bleach their hair, gambling, etc.

If you're trying to kick your phone addiction there's a couple things to remember:

You are going to get through the first day and think "I'm doing so well what's a TikTok break going to hurt" DONT FALL FOR IT. Your brain is lying to you. If you were good at moderation you wouldn't be trying to kick the addiction in the first place

It's ok to be bored. You have to accept being bored. It's good for your brain. Be bored.

Do not quit because you tripped up. The best advice I've heard for addiction is not to treat it as "I have to have an unbroken streak" this leads people to go on benders because of small slip ups because they "ruined it anyway". Instead think in percentages. You made it through 6/7 days. That's still an improvement and yes the goal is 7/7 but you are getting there if you keep your discipline.

3. How your day should look

Wake up and take a couple minutes to affirm and saturate your mind. This is basically bragging to yourself about how much you have it and it's yours. Affirm things like "oh my god I just woke up in my DR" or "Oh my god I shifted"

Do the shit you need to do. Don't put it off. Why should your life here have to stop??

Whenever you think about the things you want remind yourself that you already have it and it's yours. Think about it as if you have it. Do saturation sessions throughout the day if you want to.

Stop searching for a new method, advice, whatever, think as if you have already manifested it instead of spiralling into "I don't have it. this next post will help me have it" Do. Not. Think. About. It. As. If. You. Don't. Have. It.

Actually stick to it. Yes even if it takes longer than you want.

Great video on saturation that you should watch: click here

What you're doing wrong

What do you mean you've put your life on hold? Please do not do that. There is no reason to. If you ignore the obvious downsides to neglecting yourself and your life, you should know that isn't helping your manifestation at all either.

Right now you're suspended in a waiting state. You're entire life revolves around "I have to figure out how to do this", "I haven't done this yet so I can't focus on anything else"

What is that telling your subconscious? That it's not here and that nothing can change.

The point of LOA is to think as if it's already here. If you put everything on hold until you have it the only state you are thinking from is "it's not here". If you were thinking from the state of having it you wouldn't be doing any of that. "I can't do ____ until this manifests" you just affirmed that it hasn't manifested/you have not shifted. Not only are you frozen in the physical world but the internal one.

"I know I should give up but how" who told you to give up? I don't think you should do that. Why would you give up on something you have?

Both manifestation and shifting work the same way. You think as if you are there or that you have what you want and the physical world has to change to fit that. Has to.

These things are not your saviors. These things are not things. They are not outside of you. It is not a magical ability you need to tap into, it is something you are already doing. Your assumptions choose what your physical world looks like 24/7. It doesn't turn off that is just how you work. Your reality has ALWAYS shifted to match your mind. You aren't harnessing anything you are just realizing your own potential.

I know it sounds absurdly simple, that's because it is. You are creating your reality. Create. Sit down and think as if it's here. Bask in having it.

Do you know what the void state is? It's you. It's your consciousness. Are you consciousness ? Then you can enter. The reason you aren't experiencing it now is just because you are telling yourself that you are your body. You are not your body. You are the consciousness. Void state is just a return to self.

It is ok to focus on yourself and your life. You are going to be ok. You are going to shift. Please please take care of yourself

Links (please)

Watch this if your forgot who TF you are (fave YouTuber at the moment)

Your only limiting belief

Robotic affirmation timer

[wlwsoccerfics]

Little Tillie(KatieMcCabeXCaitlinFoordXBabyReader)

Summary: your Mommy has a hard time letting you leave with your momma for national camp.

Your Mommy was laying on the floor with you. She had to put you down because you were supposed to do some tummy time. Something you hated with passion. Which you let her know by crying. Trying to look at her but your head felt extra heavy today. You mastered the task of rolling over on your own though. So that was something.

"i hate to see her upset! That's my little Angel right there! I won't see her for like two weeks and the last hours i have with her is her crying over tummy time? No not today!" Katie stated and looked at Caitlin.

"you are such a Softie!" You hear your momma say to your Mommy. Which was true.

"i don't care! How can i say no to this perfect little Girl?" Your mommy asked and picked you up. You stopped crying right away and cuddled up to her. Glancing over at your momma like she had just offended you with that stupid tummy time and your Mommy came to safe the day.

"she got you wrapped around her little Fingers!" Your momma said. "But i understand that you are going to miss her. I promise that we gonna Facetime you every day and i will sent you lots of Pictures and Videos!" Your momma told your Mommy.

"i never was apart from her for that long, so i am not looking forward to that! And i am gonna miss you as well." She let your momma know. Your Mommy kissed your momma.

"next time you can take her, my Love! Right now with me nursing her it's just easier!" You hear your momma say. Your eyes starting to feel heavy and you couldn't stay awake for much longer, so you cuddled up more to your Mommy. She kissed your head gently and held you close. Caitlin taking a picture of the two of you.

"that will be my new Lockscreen!" Your momma said.

"i need one of you and her as well so i can have a new Lockscreen!" Your mommy stated.

It was time to say goodbye to your mommy and you didn't like that at all.

"See you in two weeks, Baby Girl!" Katie stated and kissed your forehead. You still had the Baby death grip ,so you were holding onto her shirt quite tightly.

"that's gonna be fun!" Caitlin answered and tried to take you into her arms. You started crying softly. Katie gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"it's okay sweet Angel! You gonna have so much fun with Momma!" She told you but you didn't want to let go of your Mommy just yet. Only when your momma started singing your favorite song you stopped holding onto Katie so tightly and let your Momma take you into her arms. You then cuddled up to her.

"you cracked the code, Babe!" Your Mommy told your momma. She nodded her head softly.

"yes looks like it!" Your momma said with a soft smile.

Your auntie Steph and your auntie Kyra picked you and your momma up and you drove to the Airport together. You ended up falling asleep in the Car. Your momma wasn't sure If this was a good thing or not cause she for sure wanted you to sleep on the plane. Good thing you liked to sleep alot.

"how did the goodbye with Katie Go?" Steph asked.

"Little one hated it! She isn't used to being apart from either of us really." Your momma answered.

"she is gonna be fine. So is Katie." Kyra said softly.

"i know, it still sucked!" Your momma admitted.

You slept the entire drive and part of the flight before waking up and your momma having to nurse you. You were quite hungry. Only stopping when you were really full.

"well someone was really hungry!" She stated. You smiled at her, totally Milk drunk.

When you reached your Destination and your Hotel your momma didn't even have a Chance to fully make it out of the Van before your auntie Macca scooped you up.

"there is my perfect little niece!" She happily said. You smile at her.

"hello to you too, Macca!" Your momma said with a soft laugh.

"hello Caitlin! Sorry! I just got really excited!" She admitted.

"i can tell!" Your momma answered. You happily sucked on your little Fingers. Letting everyone that wanted to hold you taking turns. The next two weeks were filled with hugs and cuddles for you. So it wasn't too bad.

[muzzlemouths]

Oneshot Masterlist

Returning the Favor - Moon Centric - Moon has a habit of helping you to bed. It's only fair that you return the favor.

We Dance in Synchronous Rotation - Moon Centric - (Dream Eater Au) It's been three days since you've managed to catch some shut eye, and continuing to fight off sleep sees you coming face to face with your worst nightmare.

What Remains After Ruination - Eclipse Centric - A year after the fire, you return to the plex to see if you can make sense of it all, and find something — and someone — unexpected.

Whatever this is, it's over - Sun & Moon Centric - You've been fired.

The Loveliness of Loving You - Sun Centric - You desperately want to kiss Sun. He desperately wants to be kissed. Too bad you're thick as a post!

Two of Us - Moon Centric - You've been stuck with a migrain for days now, and Moon isn't helping, but in the end Moon is just what you need to feel better.

Please (don't go) - Moon Centric - You're about to clock out for the night when Sun pulls you aside and asks for your help. Moon hasn't been feeling himself lately, and you think it might have to do with the blood under his nails.

Best Friend - Sun Centric - You spend the last hour of your shift making friendship bracelets.

There's a First Time for Everything - Sun & Moon Centric (no y/n) - It isn't every day that Sun finds a dead body behind the desk.

I'm Glad I Didn't Die Before I Met You - Sun & Moon Centric - Ten years have passed since you first brought Sun and Moon into your home (and to that extent, your life), and as it happens, today is your anniversary.

Unsteady On Your Feet - Moon Centric - Sleep deprivation can make you do crazy things — like stealing company merchandise on the clock and drinking unknown substances. Guess you'll have to "suffer" the consequences!

Hypothermic - Moon Centric - Your chance of survival looks bleak when you manage to get yourself locked in the walk-in freezer. Thankfully, there's a certain cold hearted animatronic out on a midnight stroll.

Let Your Heart Be Light - Moon & Sun Centric - December is a hard month and you're being worked to the bone. Good thing you have two sentient animatronics waiting at home to do the unthinkable - give you a very merry Christmas.

Squeeze My Hand - Moon Centric - Moon finds himself in worrying condition after an accident and is rushed to Parts and Services. He isn't eager to undergo the required surgery, but with you at his side he's able to find his courage.

Pining Here I Crumb - Sun & Moon Centric - You're still getting used to having Sun and Moon in your home after the fire. It can get a little overwhelming; but today you make cookies, and that's enough.

Two Times Moon Apologizes (and one time he doesn’t) - Moon Centric - Ever wonder what it was like before the virus took control? What if you were there when it happened? What if you had the chance to help? What if you were still just a little too late?

Weathering the Storm - Eclipse Centric - Life has gotten to you lately. You weather the storm together.

Quiet Comforts - Sun & Moon Centric - You're having a rough week and none of Sun's attempts to lift your spirits are working. Moon has his own idea of how to help.

All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go - Sun Centric - Sun gets himself into quite the bind — literally. Hopefully you can help him out before that darn bug escapes the daycare!

Please Leave the Light On When You Go - Sun Centric (no y/n) - A character study of Sun and his reaction to the daycare closing, and remaining closed.

Left Unspoken - Sun & Moon Centric - It's been a year since you last spoke with them, and you're still not ready to accept how things ended. Your apology comes too little, too late.

I Know the Meaning of the Words Ever After - Moon & Sun Centric - This house is full of ghosts.

Keep Your Friends Close - Sun & Moon Centric - (Pirate AU) As captain, you run your ship with an iron fist, but you couldn't do it without the help of your two quartermasters. They've been acting stranger than usual as of late, though, and you can't help but wonder if they're hiding something from you.

Second Chances - Moon Centric - You and Moon get off on the wrong foot right from the start, but you'll have to learn to understand each other eventually.

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Series/Connected Oneshots

Lost in Transmission - Eclipse Centric - What would you do if an enormous, celestial cryptid came pouring out of your television screen one night? If the old VHS tape you bought without disregard actually contained something much more profound - and horrific, to boot. Would you run? Would you scream?Would you love them back? - 1 / 2 / 3

Dead Mall Dare: The Golden Years - Sun & Moon Centric (no y/n) - A collection of oneshots from the Dead Mall Dare au that take place before the main fic, when the mall was still in operation. - 1 / 2 / 3

[lovelizards]

"You stay the hell away from me! Both of you! I swear to the gods I'll kill you before I let you touch me!"

"Ah - I - I understand your worry, but please, we aren't here to hurt you. We brought clothes, and something to eat."

Ariadne couldn't quite steady her shaking breaths. She glared up at the two new faeries, feeling panicked and wild as adrenaline burned cold inside her.

She knew they must be from other faerie rings, from somewhere else nearby, because she didn't recognise either of their faces. Did she have to go out and face them, naked and unarmed?

The jar that the human had put her in wasn't a very sturdy means of defense, but she knew they only had one way inside - through the open top - and more importantly she only had one way out.

"Just - just put them down there!" She called out of the jar, her hands balled into fists to stop them trembling, "And don't look!"

The men did as she said, and placed a pile of clothes, and a small leaf with food on it at the entrance of the jar. They both turned their backs to her, and Ariadne scrambled up quickly to snatch the clothes up.

A too-long blouse, and slightly ill-fitting leggings. Had they made these themselves? Her stomach turned at the thought that maybe it was the human who made them. They were made from some kind of cloth that felt itchy and rough against her skin - she was so used to wearing smooth leaves and silky petals.

She'd hoped that being dressed again would make her feel less vulnerable, but the pounding of her anxious heart refused to calm.

Glancing at the men through the opening of the jar, she realised with an inadvertent gasp that neither of them had wings.

Rather, they must have had wings at some point - because the pale and pretty one had two jagged scars up his back where his shirt fell low enough to show them.

No need for breeding males to fly, she thought bitterly.

"Are you - are you decent?" The pale and pretty one asked. He had long blond hair that brushed his back, and wide shoulders.

"Yeah..." Ariadne muttered, though even with clothes on, she didn't feel that way, "but can you...stay turned around for a while?"

The one with dark, shaggy hair huffed a sigh, but both of them remained still, with their backs to her.

Ariadne looked up, up and out, through the foliage and through the glass panes of her new prison - out into the large room beyond, where the human was keeping them in some kind of terrible box.

All the walls were glass, but the roof...the roof was an iron grate. Small enough that she might be able to stick her arms through, but one touch of the iron on her bare skin would burn into her like a hot coal.

She shuddered at the thought, and then turned back to the men; "You two...have you...been here a long time?"

"Long enough," the pale and pretty one said. His voice was gentle, and pained. The one with dark, shaggy hair just nodded in agreement.

"Is it just the two of you?" Ariadne asked, slowly, carefully stepping out of the jar.

"There are four of us - well, five now, including you."

"And are all of you -" she hesitated to finish the sentence, feeling nauseous both from not having eaten, and from the implications of her question, "- are all of you men?"

The two fairies exchanged a glance. Instead of answering, the one with dark, shaggy hair posed a question back to her:

"You know why he put you in this tank, don't you?"

Ariadne swallowed hard, against the tears, and against the bile building in the back of her throat. This was no time to crumble to panic - surely there must be some way to escape!

"The human said none of his....attempts ever took. What did he mean? I can't imagine any woman willing letting herself get..." she hesitated, then changed her mind, "So, what, does that mean you never -."

"We did." It was the pale and pretty one who answered.

Ariadne's jaw set, and her teeth clenched.

"You did." She repeated stiffly, "All of you...?"

"All of us," he said.

She leaned a hand against the jar to help steady herself.

These two seemingly normal, harmless, gentle faeries - who had offered her clothes, and food, and approached so innocently - they had forced themselves on an unwilling woman at the orders of a human.

The thought of it threatened to bring her to her knees.

"You're making us sound like animals, Percy..." The one with dark, shaggy hair muttered in a sigh of frustration, "it's not like we had a choice in the matter either..."

"Briar, I told you - that doesn't matter," the pale and pretty one - Percy - said miserably, "what does the mouse care why the owl preys on it?"

Ariadne felt the growing pressure of fear in her chest.

She wanted to turn and run, to flee into the trees, to keep running until her heart burst from the strain.

But she could feel it.

Most of the trees in the tank were fake, made of painted ceramic filled with harmless potted plants.

And she wouldn't get very far before hitting a glass wall.

So instead, she brushed away the cold sweat of fear from her face, and stood up straight to give off at least the semblance of control.

"You can turn around now," she said, and when they did, she met each of their eyes one at a time.

Percy had languid, lidded blue eyes that spoke his emotions as loudly as if he were shouting them. But Briar's dark grey eyes were harder to read, guarded, on edge.

"I wish we could have met on better -"

"- Tell me what he does to you," Ariadne interrupted, "Tell me what he does, when you don't obey."

Percy hesitated. He glanced at Briar, who gave him an almost imperceptible shake of his head. The colour had gone out of both of their faces.

"She deserves to -"

" - I'm telling you, Percy, don't do it -"

"- She deserves to know!" Percy insisted, raising his voice and causing Ariadne to flinch. Her eyes instinctively scanned the ground for a stone, or a stick, something she could grab as a weapon - just in case.

"Do what you want. You always do." Briar snarled, then turned and stormed off into the trees.

Ariadne watched him go, then glanced back at Percy, who was shaking his head with a sigh. The chill of dread had settled in her stomach, right behind the stinging scar where the pin had impaled her.

"How can it be that much worse than pulling your wings out?" She asked quietly, and Percy gave her a grimace.

"If he...if he doesn't see us...well, he calls it 'locking up'. If he doesn't see it within the first few months, he sprays the tank with a gas. I don't know what it is, but it...it drives us all mad. Like our bodies are on fire. The only thing we can think of is..."

He trailed off into silence, hugging his elbows and averting his eyes from her, as if even the thought of it was painful.

"Okay, I get it," Ariadne mumbled, then added; "Theres more?" when Percy met her eyes again, half apologetic, half frightened.

"Sometimes we're able to fight it," he said, "sometimes the...the young lady is able to avoid us, or fight us off long enough...but..."

He choked out a sob, and then held a hand up and turned away, "I apologise, just, just a moment - stupid, I shouldn't be -"

Ariadne watched him, and hesitated, pulling back the hand that had reached out - out of instinct - to comfort him when she saw his tears.

She didn't know him.

She didn't owe him any sympathy.

So what if they were both here against their will?

Why should she comfort a man who had...who would...

Conflicted, she clenched her fingers into a fist at her side, and waited in silence until Percy collected himself enough to continue:

"The pins," he finally said, with tears still shining in his eyes, "If the gas doesn't work, he'll take one of us, and the young lady. He'll pin us down again, and he'll - he uses - "

"He gets the guy off by force, into a tube, and then he shoves it right up your cunt."

Ariadne's head whipped around so fast she pulled a muscle in her neck.

Coming out of the treeline, the opposite direction from where Briar headed, was a muscular, bow-legged faerie. A man with auburn hair chopped short at the shoulders, and who still had both of his wings.

"Gale!" Percy snapped, taking a couple of immediate steps to get between her and this new man, and putting an arm out defensively.

"Gods, but you do just talk, Percy," Gale sighed, stopping easily a short distance away, "Why not just tell her how it is? Or better yet, why not throw her down and take her now? Save us all some trouble."

"Stop," Percy warned, his tone darkening, "stop it, Gale."

"Oh please, don't pretend you're some kind and gentle martyr. You didn't have any trouble getting on top of the last bitch that got thrown in here. At least that one was kind of good-looking."

He eyed Ariadne up with a raised brow, and a frown of disgust - and then let out a yelp as the rock she'd picked up from the ground clocked him right in between the eyes.

"Argh! You little -!"

He took a threatening step towards her, and she took the same kind of step towards him, but Percy refused to lower his arm, and held her back.

"You're not allowed to hurt her." Percy said, though Ariadne was sure she could hear a note of satisfaction in his voice.

Gale growled in frustration, an angry colour rising in his face as a thin trickle of blood rolled down his nose.

"Damn that bastard's rules!" He yelled, kicking at the dirt and sending grass and a group of isopods flying, "And damn you, you slut. You should be more afraid of your little blond guard dog than of me."

"You're the only dog I see here -" Ariadne shot back, another rock clutched so tightly in her hand that her knuckles had gone white, "-yapping away, looking for somewhere to bury his bone. Get out of here before I put you out of your misery."

The man glared death at her, but his eyes flickered up to Percy, and then just over Percy's shoulder at something she couldn't see. Begrudgingly, he turned.

"I'll come find you again some dark night. We'll see how tough you act then."

Ariadne watched him as he walked away. She watched until his silhouette had disappeared completely into the foliage. And she waited, watching, until she was sure he was gone.

Only then did she release her death grip on the rock, her hand aching, the stone's edges imprinted against her palm.

Percy turned to her, and then glanced past her over his shoulder to where Briar was sitting in the ceramic branches of the trees, with a makeshift bow now hanging casually in his hand, a quiver of arrows fletched with grass at his hip.

"We have a place where you can rest..." Percy offered, trying for a weary smile, "we...we can take turns guarding you."

Ariadne looked at the jar she'd been brought in. It had no lid, there was no way to protect herself inside it.

And she was so tired.

She glanced one last time back where Gale had disappeared.

Then threw her lot in with Percy and Briar.

"My name is Ariadne," she said, as Briar came up next to them, "and I want that bow."

Briar handed her the weapon without complaint, and nodded his head towards the tree line.

"Ariadne," Percy repeated. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm so, so sorry that you're here."

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[betterbemeta]

I like the cockroach spirit of posts going around to encourage queer community in the USA during this current time. I think that's valuable.

Where some of them are losing me though is 'do you know how to DIY HRT'? Which is definitely a valuable knowledge to have! You should know all that is possible regardless of what choices you make. But I think we need to have a chat about illegalism. okay.

Illegalism is: "illegal actions, seen through a lens of praxis, ideology, systemic activity."

When you tell someone that they should/must be prepared to break the law for their safety, security, survival, or even just because it's a stupid law, illegalism has entered the discussion.

in the USA, Testosterone is classified as a Schedule-III controlled substance. The penalty for illegal possession and use is not as high as Schedule I or II. But we should still understand what its status means, beyond the concept of 'magnitude of punitive consequences' when we talk about it. Illegalism can help us do that.

Public understanding of illegality is pretty much dog shit where I live, starting in early childhood. We typically are taught early that it's bad to break the law, without a need to know what any laws actually are in detail. Or how they're enforced aside from 'by the police,' or the level of knowledge enforcers have, what the objectives of said laws are, and if you had any say in the process. The idea of 'criminals' is hazy at best, like, 'bogeymen.' Religion definitely pollutes this, like 'a criminal' is a Bad Person, Unlawful, Sinner, Punishable, etc.

But this means many people think of 'crimes' in very limited ways, or don't update this knowledge over time. I think it would be fair to say that it's common to think, 'when it's hard to compete, some people cheat.' It's very popular to believe that it's 'easier' to do illegal, dishonest, illegitimate actions as if these are all the same concept. They aren't.

But that narrative seems to 'make sense' as its commonly applied to a doping scandal. That person couldn't win a sports competition fairly. So they took testosterone, or a steroid. That's easier than 'competing fairly,' isn't it?

No! It's way more expensive, riskier to get and use a prohibited substance than to not do that.

In reality, illegal actions are harder than legal ones. This has nothing to do with whether this is a moral or immoral action, enforcement of the law is only about making some actions harder to accomplish than others.

This is not always enforced by the cop form of violence, the prison form of violence. Sometimes it's enforced by the fine form of violence. Or the 'fee' form-- others are 'allowed' to capitalize on the barrier to access. Scarcity can do the job with years-long waiting lists or every warehouse out of stock of something you're technically allowed to obtain. Inconvenience can be enforcement too: requiring so much time or effort that it's easier to quit than to complete the process... if it even has an end.

Some things are hard to 'successfully' prohibit even by all of these means. The consequences may be enormous and brutal if the police raid your 1950s gay scene, but it costs people very little money, frustration, time to 'go to the same place as other people in your local area.' This is because many non-illegal activities require 'walking around', 'meeting people'-- laws against 'crossdressing' or 'soliciting' are often written to select 'the criminals' out of a bunch of people doing ordinary things.

But can you tell me your plan to DIY some Adderall? Do you know how to make Adderall? Do you know a drug dealer? Can you pay the price they set? Can you protect yourself from that person's level of risk as well as manage your own? Are you capable of giving informed consent about the Adderall you obtain-- if it's just some cornstarch in a pill jacket, do you have a way to test that?

If you answered yes to these things, you probably have more resources than some people who will hear 'just DIY it.' Yes, that includes 'do you know a drug dealer.' Drug dealers aren't 'those things poor people know.' And someone who currently pays nothing for their medication via a govt. program, and loses access to that program, is not going to be helped by The Ability To Buy Weed In The State of Georgia.

So we can now understand that unlike walking, meeting people, 'obtaining restricted substances' is an extremely specific behavior that authorities assume no 'normal' people need to do. Even crossdressing in the 1950s, dresses had to be available for women so the sale of dresses, creation of them couldn't be regulated. Laws are enforced at the stage that 'selects the criminal'-- if that enforcement is absolute, you may not be able to break a specific law at all even if you wanted to. DIY me some Plutonium-239.

But what difference does it make if Adderall, HRT, become simply so difficult to access that they might as well be weapons-grade plutonium even to people who legally could obtain them? That's already true for some people, and if conditions continue to deteriorate could apply to more people. How do you 'DIY' your way out of that? (Hint: it may require...)

"Be prepared to break the laws you can break," is a less attractive statement, isn't it?

It's necessary. But it also admits that some of us may not be able to successfully resist oppression even by illegal means. Or at least not completely, or in all ways. Some of us could just be stuck experiencing the material consequences of losing human rights. The scope of illegal actions some will be capable of will be like, shoplifting laundry detergent. violating a lease, working extra unreported jobs, squatting. Rioting. While not being on T.

[alcordipper]

(short story under the cut)

"Making Progress"

Error belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to @/comyet

Gently, the painter offered his hand. A small smile adorning his face, patient as he could be.

Error hesitated, sweating slightly, they had been doing that for quite a long time. When not bickering and going for each other's throats, they'd simply coexist in peace, sometimes Ink would pop in the anti-void and watch something on the screens with him, other times Error would find him and crochet as Ink blabbered on and on and eventually forgot what the topic was in the first place. But he seemed to never forget that little ritual they had made a long, long time ago, probably when they first met? Who knows, time is hard to tell when you don't have a way to keep track of it.

Still, he wasn't sure. "It's okay, take your time, Glitch... Or if you want, we can do this another da-" he tried to calm him, comfort him even, but quickly got cut off. "N-NO! I... I c-čÅn dØ iT." His voice distorted and he spoke way louder than he wished, but quickly hushed himself. "Alright. But remember, please? Don't force yourself." Eyelights changing from a sun and tear, to a gray spiral and heart. Worry but also proud, proud that he actually was determined to continue.

He closed his eye sockets for a second, mentally preparing himself before opening up again. Slowly he put a trembling hand in front of the other's. "I'm going to move, okay?" Ink asked, looking at Error with a soft gaze. "O-Øk-kay.." slowly, he took the other's hand, seeing the other glitch a bit more, way less agressive than the time before, but wincing slightly. "You can let go when you want, remember. Don't force yourself, you will crash." Eyelights changing from a tear and sun yet again. They stayed like that for a bit, it felt uncomfortable for Error, the surface of his bones almost felt like burning, but not enough to actually burn and hurt him, but he stayed still for almost five minutes. Choking an uncomfortable sob, he pushed himself away, eye sockets glitching slightly, but otherwise, he wasn't a mess of glitches and error messages outside. It felt... Tolerable. It felt less awful and terrifying.

The other merely observed. "You did well today, Error." He praised the other, getting up as Error tried to calm his nerves. "Does it hurt? Do you feel okay?" He asked, keeping distance. Error nodded, shaking slightly, but already somewhat calm. "It d-D-Dœśn't h-H-hûrT.".

"Your voice is too glitched." He murmured making a pout, but decided to not press further. The dark skeleton got up, already back to normal. "Hey, you look better! I think this thing is actually working!" Ink sang in a happy tune, putting his hands in the air, a small celebration for a possible milestone. "I think it's better for me to go then. You're probably tired after all this" he said, not finding strange the lack of response, already making a splash of the condiment he named himself after on the blank void. "Take care, okay? I'll try to come by and bring something for you. As a reward."

And so, he went away... Well, tried.

Ink felt a thread quickly making loops on his ankles and pulling him back, almost making him fall, if it wasn't for Error using more of then to help him stay on his feet. "Uhm... Hi?" Eyelights going to target and tear to a question mark and a star. He was standing right in front of Error, he couldn't really guess what his expression meant. Was he upset?

Error stared at him, before loosing the blue material off, and then, enveloping the smaller in his arms in a gentle hug,,, well, maybe a bit tight, but it wasn't like Ink felt pain. He hugged back with featherlight touches and rubbed the other's back, before Error slowly backed away, with glitches all over himself, and a bit on his left eye. "YØu b-bētTer čømË bäCk LÅtęr, squid." The other demanded, Ink only looked amused, before laughing loudly, maybe a bit too happy to Error's taste. His voice was extremely glitchy, but he felt so, so happy that Error decided to be the one to initiate contact. That was just... He couldn't even put it into words!

"Alright! I'll be sure to bring chocolate." He beamed and waved as he walked away, gigglingly to himself, happy as one could be.

And so, he dissapeared into the black dye.