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luveline · 1 month

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kbd steve and r dealing with two of the girls holding a grudge/fighting and helping them make up 🥹🥹🥹

kbd —mom!reader and dad!steve attempt to get their girls to forgive each other

“I thought they’d just forget,” you whisper.

Steve looks over your shoulder, hand on your waist, the smell of hot butter bubbling on the stove like an itch in his nose. “Right? Like, they’d sleep and forget. Especially ‘cos they like sharing the bed.”

Avery and Beth sit as far away from one another as is humanly possible. Beth sits with Dove toward the head of the table, frowning as her little sister climbs onto her legs and tries to comb her hair, while Avery sits by the open kitchen door. She’s pretending to poke at the snail that lives under the stoop, but she’s really on the edge of tears.

They’re fighting because Avery took one of Beth’s fruit slices yesterday at lunch (warm pastries that all the kids can’t get enough of). When Steve asked her about it, she lied and said Beth actually ate one of her fruit slices, and Beth had been so betrayed she actually got mad. Beth never gets mad.

Avery couldn’t take the guilt, confessing in tears the night before that she’d lied, and so you and Avery knocked Beth’s door together to apologise. Only Beth didn’t forgive her.

It’s weird to see them not getting along. Avery and Beth are so sweet to each other usually. It’s odd that they aren’t sharing their breakfast, that they aren’t trying to feed the baby her mushy eggs. You and Steve are used to a more lovey-dovey feeling in the mornings.

You dip down to sit with Avery when she does eventually start crying. “What’s the matter?” you whisper.

Steve knows you’ve got the reins on that one, taking a seat by the other disgruntled party.

“Is she crying?” Beth asks him softly.

“Yeah, baby.”

“‘Cos of me?”

“It’s not like that.” He pulls Dove off of Beth’s lap before the toddler can trample her. Dove frowns at him but decides to allow it, resting in a lump against his chest. He pats her back. “She feels bad that she upset you, and she lied, and she wishes you were feeling better.”

It must be strange to be young and be terrified that nobody will believe you, even over something as small as a fruit slice. Steve can’t imagine what he’d feel like now having to justify things to his parents. Or maybe it was that Avery’s never done something like that, at least not that Beth could remember.

“She lied,” Beth stresses.

“I know. But she did say sorry, honey, and she promised you two of her fruit slices today to make up for it. Maybe we can be friends again?” Steve says.

If Beth wants to be mad a little while longer, that’s okay, but from the looks of her where she’s looking back and forth between Steve and the open kitchen door, she’s ready to forgive, or make her sister feel better at the very least.

“It’s nice to forgive someone,” Steve says. “It’s kind. Avery didn’t wanna get in trouble, but she got you in trouble instead, so it’s cool if you’re still grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

Steve gives her an encouraging smile. “I know. It’s up to you, baby. Between you and me though, I think Avery’s super duper sorry.”

In your lap, Avery sniffles. Dove climbs down off of Steve as Beth slips from her chair, then looks back for Steve. “Will you tell her I’m not mad?” Beth asks him.

He wriggles his fingers. She takes his hand.

It’s an unusually cold morning for the season, Steve can see your arms have wrinkled with goosebumps where they’re wrapped tight behind Avery’s back. You’d already given her a scolding for lying last night, and you and Steve are one and done with parenting; you don’t comfort her reluctantly, you just comfort. “It’s okay,” you say under your bread, swaying her from one side to the other.

“Hey,” Steve says, crouching down to catch your attention.

“Hello.” You see Beth, and you smile with relief. “Hi.”

“Beth has something she wants me to tell you, Ave,” he says, nudging her arm gently with his knuckles to catch her attention. She peers up tearily from your arm. “She said she’s not mad anymore, okay? She wants to be friends again.”

Avery looks at Beth cautiously. “Really?” she asks. It’s hard not to hear how hopeful she sounds. Steve feels extremely sympathetic, and he can’t help thinking she’s cute. She’s such a sweetheart, just like Beth, and Dove, and baby Wren he’s sure will end up the same. Like you. He can’t count how many times you and him have argued over the years, but every time it ends with you being more sorry than you need to be, and usually some of Steve’s guilty tears.

“Yes,” Beth says, “so please don’t cry anymore.”

Avery pouts. “You wanna give your sister a hug?” you prompt.

Avery jumps up and throws herself at Bethie, almost knocking her younger sister down. Steve puts his hand behind them to stop a calamity. “I’m sorry, Bethie,” Avery squeaks, her voice high with upset and scratchy as she squeezes Beth tightly.

“It’s okay! I’m not mad!”

“I know!” Avery sniffles. “I’m still sorry. I told dad you ate my slice but you didn’t, I’m sorry.”

“She’s forgiven you, baby,” you say, patting Avery’s shoulder. “It’s all water under the bridge. Yeah?”

Beth holds Avery by the arm as they pull away. “Yeah. Water un’ the bridge.”

“Thank you,” Avery says. “I don’t like when you’re mad.”

You and Steve make similar expressions of love and empathy over their small heads.

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airi-p4 · 8 months

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It should have been me!

Hi! I wrote this short Adrien salt + Lukanette endgame fic a while ago. Enjoy?

Summary

Ladybug was mad, ENRAGED.

Yet- how come Chat Noir was the one akumatized instead, when everything was HIS FAULT? It should be her!

AO3

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This was so wrong!!

She should have been akumatized instead of him!

He was the one who deceived her!

And now Chat noir- Chat Blanc- was walking around trying to destroy her. And she, Ladybug, ran, jumping on the roofs of the Parisian buildings, and dodging destructive waves aiming for her.

So unfair!

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It all started when Chat Noir finally stopped his flirting.

"I understand you're not comfortable, so I'll stop. Besides, I'm in love with someone else now," he had said.

Ladybug was grateful. Really grateful. He finally seemed to take his job seriously and their teamwork improved. It was nice to see that he changed.

Now, she didn't have to roll her eyes at unsolicited advances or for not going on dates she never agreed to. Everything stood professional.

Until that night.

All because she had let her guard down and allowed her excited Marinette self say too much. How could she have imagined that…

"You look happy tonight, Ladybug" Chat Noir hummed. "Did something good happen?"

"Yes. Very good" she smiled widely.

"Oh? What is it?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm so excited and-"

"Oh?" He smiled and leaned his head to the side, showing curiosity. He imagined that she may have been accepted to her dream university as she mentioned before, but he was eager for her to tell him.

Until he actually heard it. It wasn’t what he had expected.

"I have a boyfriend," she confessed. "We've been close friends for a long time and I still can't believe we feel the same! He's amazing and the most caring boy I've ever met. I’m so happy! I love him very much!" She squealed.

And that's what unleashed the storm.

"No!" Chat Noir stood up aggressively. "You can't have a boyfriend! You're supposed to be with ME! We're meant for each other! I even restrained myself from telling you how much I love you or to kiss you because I know you like gentlemen and- you were supposed to fall for me! I worked so hard to impress you and try to get your attention!"

“What…?” She couldn't register what he was saying immediately, but when she did she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. "Are you saying… That everything until now was an act…? You were just pretending? I trusted you!"

The betrayal was too much to bear. And yet- he was the one getting akumatized? Again. For his selfishness and for not listening to her, as usual.

She was enraged. Hell! She should have been the akuma, not him!

But now - She needed help. All the help she could get.

The fox, the turtle, the ox, the mouse, the dog, the dragon, the snake, the rabbit...

And after a few second chances, they finally defeated the akuma and a purified butterfly flew away. Magical ladybugs did the rest to fix the massive damage caused by Chat Blanc- Chat Noir-, Paris’ former superhero after the events.

"No… M'lady…" he begged, but he could only watch as she walked away, leaving a trail of tears as she left Adrien Agreste sobbing on his own.

___

"I can't believe it!" Marinette cried, secure in her boyfriend's arms. "All this time-! I thought he was finally maturing, becoming more professional- I really trusted him!"

Luka hummed and rubbed her back. He did wonders calming her down. How many times could have she been akumatized if it wasn't for him?

"And he was Adrien all this time… I can't believe I was so blind! I thought he was sweet, innocent and caring… I even called him perfect a few times, damn it!" She yelled in Luka's chest. "But no! He is none of those things! He's just selfish, disrespectful and irresponsible! I thought we were partners! I thought he would be happy for me when I told him about you!" She groaned. "Hell- he even congratulated us when I had the mask off! You figured out my identity on your own, without magic, just because you care about me…" she took a moment to look at Luka, her hand cupping his face softly and he hummed happily at the contact. She let her hands descend to his chest level, gripping his jacket, and sighed. "Chat, on the other hand, couldn't tell us apart despite his claims of being 'in love'. Ugh, what a joke…"

"You couldn't have known. You did the best you could, melody" Luka kept caressing her back in support.

"And he still got akumatized!" Marinette roared. "He completely betrayed my trust, Paris’ trust, our partnership! And still got offended because I have a boyfriend that makes me happy! Heck- I really should have been the one akumatized, not him!"

"Don't say that… I don't want you to get akumatized... Ever"

"I know…" She softened a bit at that. "But I'm so mad, Luka! I want to scream, to curse, to set a freaking dumpster on fire!" He groaned. "Maybe with a bit of luck his photos that used to be in my room are still there and I can kill two birds with one stone!"

That made Luka giggle. "Didn't you throw them out a long time ago?"

"I did! And I made sure not a single one of them remained! But now I wish there were still some so I could burn them to ashes!" She growled.

"You're funny even when you're rightfully angry," Luka laughed.

"I am rightfully angry! Very rightfully!" She pouted proudly and he chuckled. Cute. A moment later she blushed happily when he kissed her cheek.

"What are you going to do now? With the ring, I mean" he asked.

"I need to talk to Plagg first. Figure things out. And then, I think I'm going to keep the ring inside the box"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I hope I can count on you if it ever becomes indispensable." She leaned in to give her boyfriend a kiss on his cheek.

"You can always count on me, Marinette. You know that" he smiled tenderly. "Especially if you ask me like this"

He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she giggled. Music to his ears.

"Thank you, Luka. I love you. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I'm so lucky" She kissed his lips, making herself comfortable in his lap.

Fin

#my fic #airip4 #adrien salt #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 9 months

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AITA (M, 20) for not supporting my best friend and roommate's (M, 21) new relationship?

-> Day 3: Fake Dating. I know that robin is a lesbian okay

I and my best friend have known each other since forever. Our relationship had a bit of a rocky start (he used to bully me, then he started dating this girl (20, F), then I punched him in the face, me and his girlfriend started getting closer and we ended up kinda cheating while on a roadtrip together (though their relationship was already falling apart anyway), she broke up with him and we got together, the three of us spent lots of time together because we had no one else, and a whole bunch of more stuff. But we worked through it.)

We both were raised in a small conservative town - which, as two bi people, was not exactly fun. He didn't even know that you could like more than one gender, and I denied this part of myself for the longest time due to being in a m/f relationship.

My (or I guess our?) ex is super smart and got into a great university far away. The plan had been for me to go with her, but I was rejected and also didn't want to live so far away from my siblings (M, 16 & F, 15). So me, my best friend, and his other best friend (F, 19) moved in together to go to another uni. Well my best friend started dating his other best friend. Like, they already used to be extremely close, but now they are touching ALL THE TIME. And she keeps whispering stuff into his ear. And they only have eyes for each other. And are all giggly the whole time. And I feel...bad. I really though I was over the internalized biphobia. Just because he is in a m/f relationship doesn't mean he is any less queer or betraying me or anything. And now I feel doubly bad because even though I know that, it doesn't stop me from feeling this way. It is just a really fucking bad situation overall. Can anyone please help me?

nosyb!tch

Can you please elaborate on the whole ex-girlfriend thing?? Wtf??!?!

photojraphy

I don't think that that particular aspect is needed to better understand my current situation. Although I must commend you for your rather accurate username.

ifyoureadthisyouareGAY

Hey. Not to be that guy. But like....did you ever consider that maybe there is another reason why you may be upset about your bf being in a relationship?

photojraphy

No.

thebestlesbean

omg u/greathairington u/greathairington u/greathairington I TOLD YOU IT WOULD FUCKING WORK GAY FANFICTION HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN

greathairington

what the fuck jon robin is literally a lesbian?!?!?!

photojraphy

what.

UPDATE: My best friend (now boyfriend!!) (M, 21) and HIS best friend (F, 19) were faking a relatonship. As it turns out, he had been into me the whole time and was by now desperate enough to agree when she had the grandiose idea to pretend to be together in order to make me jealous. This is the reason I never caught them kissing: she is a lesbian. I can't believe I didn't know that. I can't believe it actually worked. I can't believe that me punching him in the face was his bi awakening. At least this whole thing had a happy ending. I will now bury myself into a hole.

thebestlesbean

Don't let that mf fool you they are literally so disgusting rn

photojraphy

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@stonathanweek

Uff.....

#i know it in my soul that jonathan always ends his sentences with a . and you never know if he is being passive agressive #i have to admit i considered skipping this one because im not really a fan of this trope #but i am reasonably happy with what i came up with ^^#i hope the formatting is readable #also dont @ me i never actually used reddit #stonathan #steve harrington #robin buckley #jonathan byers #stranger things drabble #stonathanweek2023 #jon is the bi version of the gay dude that forgot straight ppl exist #you only like ONE gender??!!! but like.....LOOK AT HIM! AND AT HER!!

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gffa · 1 year

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Lumi, question, because I trust your judgement a lot and I'm weighting the headcanon for myself.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely do you think it could be that actual canon Anakin is a bit of a prude that finds premarital sex scandalous?

Doing my best to be completely honest and as objective as I can: This occupies a nebulous space in my head, re: Narrative Intention vs What I Think Works For The Character Honestly And Truly. Do I think demi!Anakin who's a prude about premarital sex is the Actual Fax Intended Reading that Lucas had in mind when he wrote the prequels? I wouldn't put money on that bet. But do I think it makes sense for the character, when I'm talking about them seriously? That I don't just say it for a silly, fun joke, but that I could write serious fic about it, that I see it as a serious part of the character? I am ready to die on that hill. For me, Anakin Skywalker never seems interested in anyone outside of the people he loves, he never really flirts with anyone (he tries to pretend he does once in TCW, when he says he's popular with women, but he's talking to Obi-Wan at the time and we never see him actually flirt with friends or enemies), and he never moves on from them. Once that guy is in love with someone, he is in love with them forever, even if he's willing to kill them, even if he hates them, it's because it's coming from the source of his love for them. We could complicate this by talking about the way Anakin treats Padme is often paralleled (not intentionally, but with a fair amount of frequency) with the way he treats Obi-Wan, but even looking solely at the way Anakin is in his relationship with Padme, he's not gravitating to anyone outside of that marriage. Even Padme has occasional moments, like with Clovis. Or she talks about Palo, showing she had interest outside of that relationship once upon a time. Anakin is just laser-focused on the one relationship, in contrast. Now, a big chunk of that is tied up in Anakin's possessiveness and greed for those he loves, but I can see a very easy, natural step from that hyper-emotional investment in those specific people to being demi, that he's only interested in someone once he's fallen in love with them, that the two aren't separable in his mind. I see Anakin as someone who tends to idealize people, he thinks the sun rises and sets on those he loves, even when he's mad at them or thinks they betrayed him, I see part of that as coming from a place of, "You were supposed to be perfect! You were supposed to comfort me! You were supposed to love me perfectly!" which I can see extending to his views on sex in a relationship, that he idealizes the process of falling in love with someone, that his feelings for them are special and grand and epic, that he has the most feelings ever, so naturally sex should be part of that. Sex should be between people who love each other, sex should be only with people you have these big, uncontrollable feelings for. Sex should mean EVERYTHING to you, just like his feelings for someone should mean EVERYTHING to them. That's how Anakin approaches his feelings, his relationships with people he loves, and I think with sex, too. So, I don't think its precisely premarital sex that Anakin takes issue with (though, it's fun to joke about it) but the concept of a relationship without intense, all-consuming love. Sex without being eaten alive by your love for that person is contrary to how he himself approaches relationships. I make jokes about how he would rain psychic scorn on anyone in the entire Jedi Temple who was getting their dick wet without being ~in love~, because I think it's funny and because I think you could rile him up to be prickly about it, but that ultimately I think he would just make a, "Ugh, gross." comment to himself about it and mentally block it out, because he's not actually that confrontational when it doesn't involve himself. Does he have strong opinions about it? Yes. Does he get up in others' business about it? Not unless prompted by something else going on with the situation. Ultimately, though, yeah, I do seriously think that Anakin views sex and love as being inseparable and it'd be weird and gross to fuck someone without loving them, even if he intellectually understands that other people feel differently and are apparently just fine with being weird about it.

#anakin skywalker #meta

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annab-nana · 2 years

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what lies underneath - rafe cameron

request: Can I have an imagine with Rafe Cameron were it's like a enemies to lovers situation, were him and I always bicker and tease each other, when I'm over hanging out with everyone we are all sitting in a circle and Rafe and I start arguing when I get tired and I accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder and he's shock later when I wake up we both have a moment and kiss. lol thank you :) - @gpiggy98

summary: he hates you, so you hate him, but your body betrays you, telling him you feel safe enough around him to fall asleep on him. when you wake, you and rafe get a different, more intimate perspective of each other.

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs, suggestive content

word count: 2.5k+

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"does your brother ever shut the fuck up?" you asked sarah, practically screaming at her so you could be heard by her over the thumping music that blasted throughout kelce's house. you knew as soon as you heard that his parents were going to be out of town for work for the week and were leaving their son behind that his home would resemble that of a frat house until maybe a few hours before their expected return if that. you weren't anticipating joining in on all the so-called fun he'd had planned, but scarlet begged sarah to join her. you and sarah already had plans to sleep over at her place, so you got roped into being a wallflower at a party you didn't wish to attend in the first place while hearing the vexing voice of the one you weren't the fondest of a few feet away.

you were never much of a partier. sarah knew that, so she promised you would only have to stay for a couple of hours. it had been double that at this point, but you understood her reason for wanting to stick around. scarlet was a very clumsy drunk, so being the good friend that sarah cameron was, she wanted to make sure scarlet got home safe—especially tonight because from what you could tell, she was very, very drunk. her body would be littered with bruises mysterious to her because it was highly likely she wouldn't remember bumping into so many things and people in the morning.

that's mostly how you spent your night, sticking to sarah's side and watching scarlet knock into every surface possible, all while trying to avoid rafe as much as humanly possible. being at the party was taking enough of your energy alongside your body being physically tired from lack of sleep—you blame the paper you stayed up writing for most of the night before, damn your procrastinative tendencies. you simply did not have any more to use on your constant bicker battle with the eldest cameron.

you truly had no idea why he held such a distaste toward you. he had been like that since the first day you'd met him. you were over at tannyhill for sarah—topper had kept out later than she anticipated—so you talked to wheezie and rose in the kitchen while he sat in the living room pretending to watch tv while he actually listened in on your conversation. topper had met you before and told rafe that he thought he'd like you and that you'd like him. but, he was wrong, so very wrong. all he did that day was stare at you which made you uncomfortable and gave you an odd look or two, but it only grew from there.

"no, i don't, sweetheart," rafe spoke condescendingly as he plopped down next to you on the couch, leaving the conversation he was in previously to come mess with you. your patience was already wearing thin due to your exhaustion and avidity to leave, so adding him to the mix wasn't exactly ideal. sarah, thankfully, picked up on that.

"rafe, not now," the blonde warned him, but he had already thrown an arm around you, pretending to be your friend when he was anything but.

"what? is little miss y/n not having a good time?" he questioned while taking in both your and sarah's glares but ignoring the message behind them. his taunting eyes dropped down to you, his smirk growing at your clearly pissed-off expression. "what is it? no guys are interested in you?"

"no, one seems interested. he just can't seem to take a hint," you returned before continuing, "are the other girls not falling at your feet as you expect? where's that one who's always up your ass? jessica, is it?"

"jennifer," he corrected, "she's not around anymore."

"found a new cokehead to suck off for drugs?" his eyes rolled ever so slightly.

"you really are a bitch, you know that?" he argued, visibly getting riled up from your words as he moved his arm from around your shoulders to just rest behind you on the couch.

you let out a dry laugh. "you never let me forget it."

a loud crash was heard in the next room over and all eyes were directed to where scarlet had just knocked over a lamp.

"oh god," sarah mumbled as rafe laughed at the scene beside you.

"can we just get her and go? please?" you requested, eager as ever to leave.

sarah nodded her head at you. "yeah, i'll go get her."

"no, don't leave-" you started but cut yourself off when she was already gone to rein in scarlet and you were alone with rafe, "...me."

"don't act like you don't love being around me," rafe jeered while you elected to ignore him, closing your eyes and laying your head back on the couch and his arm where it rested against it. if you imagined yourself elsewhere, being here wouldn't be so bad, but rafe's presence infected your daydream of being at the beach. that daydream, however, turned into an actual dream when your lack of sleep caught up to you, causing you to knock out right there on the couch and on him.

rafe was planning to leave you alone soon, but since you had fallen asleep and sarah wasn't around. something in him didn't feel comfortable leaving you without a friend to make sure no creep tried to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state. he didn't want to admit it but you looked kind of really cute when you were sleeping, peaceful even. he loved the way you seemed to feel safe enough around him in order to fall asleep in his presence though it did shock him.

another thing he hated to admit was that topper was right all that time ago. rafe did like you, a lot actually, but you reminded him too much of how his mother used to be. he thinks that's why he treats you how he does because he has tried for years to suppress the sadness of her absence and you brought that back up again, making him angry. when you simplify the equation, you make him angry. it was fucked up. he knew that, but did nothing to change it and why would he? you seemed to play into the game of hatred like a pro, so he let it continue.

rafe moved himself a bit to better situate his arm so he wouldn't lose feeling in it soon and also so you could be more comfortable and with him moving, you stirred. he froze and hoped you'd either go back to sleep or wake and think nothing of it. you went with the former. only you moved closer to rafe and snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

you were like a baby koala bear that rafe felt the need to protect—he always felt the need to protect you, but it was growing exponentially right now. he relaxed more and let his arm now wrap around you to keep you close and warm. anytime he was around you, it was like all walls went up and he felt the need to put on a show of teasing you relentlessly. but now, those walls were down and he wasn't having to taunt you to talk to you. it was just you and him coexisting while the party went on around you.

rafe caught a glimpse of sarah trying to lead a very drunk scarlet closer to the front of the house before the intensely intoxicated girl tripped over her own feet for the umpteenth time that night and took a vase down with her. rafe cringed at the noise and looked down at you, hoping you didn't wake up because of it though it was pretty much impossible considering the sound it produced.

he watched your eyes squint open as you took in your surroundings before realizing you were relaxed against him. you didn't react like he expected you to though. he was waiting for you to jump back in disgust and make some smart remark. maybe go off in search of sarah or scarlet or a stranger even at this point, anyone to get you away from him. but you didn't.

"sorry," you muttered lowly, far too tired to give him any more energy than you already were. lethargically, you tried to move away from him to let him have his personal space back to himself, but his arm around you halted your movements. it was then that you noticed just how close you were to each other.

your head snapped up to look at him, wondering why he was keen on keeping you close. all you had ever known was a rafe cameron lived to rip you to shreds and make your life hell, not one who held you gently and looked upon you with such care as the one you saw did now. rafe only ever touched you when he was pretending to be your friend to get on your nerves like he did earlier, a teasing arm around your shoulders, but now it was comforting and real.

cerulean eyes danced all over your face while yours did the same. you examined parts of his face that looked different now that he wasn't up to his usual antics. you could see his eyes better and could fall deeper into the beautiful blue irises you never really got to see when he glared at you through a derisive squint. his brows didn't hold their typical pinch. his eyes didn't look down on you in disdain but instead in wonder. his face looked clear yet it showed some signs that you couldn't quite get a read on.

"rafe," you whispered, trying to coax him to say what he needed to say or do what he needed to do. you just wanted a clue as to what was going through his head at this point.

you got a small hint when he leaned in closer, but you couldn't believe it even when you felt his breath hitting your lips. this had to be a joke or a game or a dare. but you knew him. when he was pulling shit like that, he constantly bit his lower lip and as you glanced down to his mouth, he wasn't doing that.

"can i?" he inquired softly, eyes pleading with yours while also searching for any sign that you might be backing out. you didn't though. you shocked him with your zealous compliance when you surged forward and connected your lips to his. it was like your body was on autopilot because if you were using your brain at all, you would've denied him in a heartbeat like you were supposed to do. but your mouth and your body craved him in a way you'd never felt before as you moved closer to him, letting your leg swing over his lap to straddle him.

you had never before felt such passion, such want and need. normally with him, the only thing you needed was to get away to save a headache. now, you just needed him and he felt the same. his hands gripped at your waist fervently while yours held his face to yours. you knew you'd need to break for air sometime soon, but didn't want that time to come. however, like the rest of the night, scarlet was there to interrupt.

"y/n!" she squealed when she saw you before looking down to whose lips you'd been ferociously macking on. "rafe! you know, i knew you two would get together at some point."

rafe wore a smirk, running his tongue over his teeth cockily, while you looked to sarah. if you were in her position and you just saw your best friend who claimed to hate your brother sucking his face off, you'd feel at least a little betrayed, but she seemed to have the same smirk on her face that her brother did.

"i'm taking scarlet home. rafe?" sarah called to her brother after filling you in.

"yeah?" he responded, eyes on you still while he rubbed his thumbs in small circular motions into the exposed skin of your hips where your shirt had ridden up. the cool metal of his ring felt like ice against your burning skin where his fingers held you.

"get y/n to tannyhill soon and make sure she gets some sleep. i should be back within an hour or two, but who knows with this one," sarah ordered as she gestured toward scarlet who let out a small, "hey."

"just stay with scarlet for tonight. i've got y/n," rafe told his sister with his face half-turned to her. sarah's eyes met yours to make sure you were okay with it and you sent her a gentle nod and smile to let her know you felt safe being alone with rafe.

"okay," sarah answered, returning her full attention back to scarlet and getting her home before she absolutely demolished kelce's house any further. rafe turned back to you and you looked down at him as a yawn escaped you, causing the boy to chuckle.

"alright," he started, patting your thigh twice, "i think it's time to get you to bed."

"i think we need to talk about this little situation we've got going on here." you motioned between the two of you to clarify the meaning of your sentence. he knew better than to think things would all be sunshine and rainbows after treating you as he had been and then kissing you.

"i know, but can we save that for in the morning? you're tired and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't getting there too." after nodding your head, you tried to move off his lap, but like earlier, he'd held you back. "kiss me again?"

"not until we talk about this," you told him, though you knew in the back of your head that you wanted to as well. he groaned before you quickly pecked his lips, something small but nothing to really savor. "that is all you get for now."

"this is going to be the longest night ever," he complained and stood with you when you moved off of him.

"quit whining. you get to sleep with me tonight."

"you won't let me kiss you, but will let me do that?" he questioned while following you outside, your logic lost on him.

"no, you idiot," you laughed before clarifying, "actually sleep."

"damn."

"i'm not that easy, you know?" you said to him after he opened the truck door for you, letting you get in.

"trust me," he prefaced while he waited for you to get fully in, all limbs in the vehicle so he wouldn't shut the door on you, "i know."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you argued, but he had already shut the door, shrugging at you through the window with a playful grin on his lips.

if you thought your hands were full with rafe before tonight, you had no idea what you were in for in the days to come.

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rosewould · 2 years

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perception; syj

pairing; eric x reader

words; 3.3k

genre; friends to lovers, smut

warnings; regular whore shit, unprotected sex

preface; My fav work in a while, lemme know if you enjoyed it!

"Okay okay. Let's pretend for a second that we weren't friends." Kevin says, regaining his composure after laughing.

"No! The answer's still no! I wouldn't date you if you were a girl!" Eric erupts in protest and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"That's not what I was going to say!"

Holding his arms out, he signals for the rest of you to settle down. You, Jacob, and Eric finally settle in your seats, stomachs hurting from laughing.

"This question isn't for you anyway, traitor." Kevin narrows his eyes at Eric.

"How is not wanting to date you as a girl being a traitor?"

Kevin ignores Eric's question, eyes landing on you.

"This question is for ___."

Your eyes go wide as the attention suddenly shifts to you. "I wouldn't date you either-"

"That's NOT my question." Kevin cuts you off. "My question is that if we were never friends, would you find me attractive?" You roll your eyes, the three of you collectively groan. Kevin looks around, confused at the reaction.

"What- It's a genuine question!"

"Yes, Kevin. Literally all idols are objectively attractive." You deadpan as if on autopilot.

"No no no. Not objectively. I mean if you had never met me, would you look at me and say "man I want a piece of that." or no?"

The question was certainly crossing a dangerous boundary. A simple yes could change your relationship forever. You all know good and well that all of you wouldn't stop thinking about the prospect of dating one another.

"Kevin, you're always asking weird questions like that." Jacob scolds as he slaps Kevin's shoulder. Kevin hisses and he caresses the afflicted area.

"You guys are both lying if you say you're not curious too." He looks pointedly at both Jacob and Eric. They both look at each other before looking back at Kevin, then you.

"You know what? Yeah, I would." You admitted.

To you it wasn't an issue. He specified that it was before you got to know him, and that was crucial enough to not make your answer relationship altering. The boys begin oohing at your answer. You shrug.

"You know what that means Kevin." Eric teases, smirking at him.

"Absolutely nothing. Now I know that he's Kevin." You chuckle as Kevin reacts in disbelief.

"All of you are fake." Kevin slowly pans his finger around at each of you.

"How about me?" Jacob asks, huge smile on his face.

"Definitely. You give off husband material vibes." Jacob gasps, his smile growing wider. Kevin scoffs, leaning back in his chair.

"Why are you flattered? You know this means she doesn't think that anymore, right?"

Jacob's face falls, furrowing his brows at you. "Why is that, ___?"

"Well... your vibes are more mom-ish now, so." You trail off, looking to the side. Kevin and Eric burst into laughter, pointing at Jacob mockingly. Jacob clutches his heart dramatically.

"Me next!" Eric says excitedly. Your heart thumps more prominently in your chest. Just like the others, you reminisce on the first time you saw Eric. Looking at every member in this group was down right mouth watering, but Eric? It was like he checked off all your boxes. And when he smiled? It made your heart skip a beat everytime. You wished you could say your feelings changed after you got more acquainted.

"Aw. Baby Youngjae." You pout as you ruffle his hair. The other two snort before Eric flicks your hand off his head.

"You're always treating me like a kid. And you're not even a full year older than me!" He points accusingly as he remembers your birth date. You remember how betrayed he felt when he found out your actual age. It didn't take long for him to get over it, though. Soon, the two of your were inseparable. Your close age allowed you to get along with him more than Jacob and Kevin.

His personality and humor meshed with yours perfectly. As Eric put it once, it was like you were soulmates. You remembered how hot your ears got when he said it. Thankfully, he didn't notice. You were pretty much screwed now.

"You're still younger than me." You tease, grinning him. He glares back, jaw jutting outwards.

"That's not fair. You answered both of them-"

"Fine! I thought you were attractive too." You admit.

Eric tries to fight back a smile as the other two 'ooh' again. You roll your eyes, ignoring the pounding of your heart. Admitting that to Eric made you feel significantly more vulnerable.

"Okay so why am I not attractive anymore?" Eric tilts his head, awaiting a response you didn't have. Hanging with Eric was loads of fun, so that why you constantly did so. That wasn't the only reason, however. You couldn't get him off your mind. You thought about him every night, including when you...

"Because you're annoying!" You try and laugh to disguise your growing nervousness. To your chagrin, you can feel your cheeks start to heat up.

"That's so rude- are you blushing?"

You cover your cheeks with your hands after Eric points it out.

"She is!" The boys laugh and point, this time at you.

"Stop! It's just because the alcohol is kicking in!" The coolness as your fingers are no match for your searing skin.

"Liar. You literally said you weren't going to drink so you wouldn't get hungover." Eric teases. You look over at him and he smirks back. Your shy reactions amused him greatly. You couldn't tell if it was because he found them silly, or because you exposed how you truly felt. He must've felt so cocky right now. He was the only one to get this reaction out of you.

"Fuck you Kevin." You take off your hat and throw it at him. He dodges it, still laughing.

"It's not my fault you have a crush on Eric." Kevin makes a kissy face at you, and you're looking for another thing to throw.

The rest of the evening was excruciating. Consisting of Eric staring at you with a stupid smirk, and you feeling too embarrassed to speak.

"Okay I'm going to bed now." Jacob announces.

"No! Just thirty more minutes." Kevin begs. You all know it's going to be a long time before you all get to just hangout like this.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna fall asleep in my chair if I stay here any longer." Jacob groggily stands up from his chair and exits Eric's room.

"If Jacob's leaving, I'm leaving too." Kevin chases after Jacob who's walking pretty fast for someone who claims to be tired. "Oh, and you guys better not suck face or I'll tell mom." Kevin peeks back in the room before finally closing the door.

You narrow your eyes at the door. Kevin's such an idiot. As you turn your head, you realize Eric’s looming over you. You lean back as much as you can but your head hits the wall. His nose grazed yours as he stared into your eyes.

"W-what're you doing?" You stammer.

"Just seeing something." He leans back a bit to properly examine your face. "Look at you freaking out."

"Anyone would be caught off guard if another person's face was that close." You insist unconvincingly.

"Bullshit, you think I'm hot don't you?"

Before you could answer, he's leaning back in, hands resting on the arms of your chair. He tilts his head to the side as his eyes burn into you. You swallow hard, and you're sure he saw it.

"You're so cute right now." Eric chuckles. "Very kissable."

"Okay that's enough." You laugh awkwardly as you stand up. You freeze, a hostage under his gaze. The way his eyes flicker down to your lips makes you squirm.

"What? Don't you wanna kiss? Just to see what happens, nothing serious." He grabs your hands, thumbs rubbing into your skin.

"Wanna?" He suggests as if it's an innocent request. Well, it isn't super explicit either. It's just a kiss. Just to see what happens. You nod slowly and he smiles. He leans in, eyes trained on your lips. His lips graze yours slightly.

Every part of your skin that his touches feels like it's on fire. His nose sliding past yours. Hands tenderly caressing. Soft lips lightly brushing against each other. Your eyes flutter close as his lips finally interlock with yours. He tastes sweet, it's addictive. You dive in again shamefully quick. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He drops your hands, opting to wrap his arms around your waist. He hugs you tightly and deepens the kiss. Lips chasing after each other with growing hunger. What was sweet, curious, and somewhat innocent turned into a deep yearning. A yearning for something more sinful.

The sin you both had in mind became more evident as you felt him grind into you, followed by you moaning softly. Eric pulls back suddenly and your hand flies to cover your mouth.

His eyes drink in your bewildered appearance. His eyes are dark, lips parted slightly.

"I want more..." He admits quietly. The room remains quiet, but you both understand completely. Eric crashes his lips against yours as he pushes you against the wall. You part your legs slightly, allowing him to push even closer into you.

The more he grinds into you, the dirtier the kiss gets. Tongues licking and sliding against each other. Lips slick and swollen. Teeth nipping at any skin they could find. You knew better than to leave marks on his skin, but he could leave as much of a reminder as he wanted. A reminder that he was the only one out of twelve that made you like this.

His teeth nipping and sucking at your neck felt euphoric. You throw your head back, tugging at his hair.

"That feels so good." You drag the words out, shivering at the sensation. He works more enthusiastically at your neck, leaving wet kisses over the surface. He grinds his hardening member right into your core. The feeling turns your knees to jello.

You squeeze your hands in between your bodies. Tugging at the hem of his jeans, you hope he gets the message. He keeps his lips attached to your neck as he unbuttons his jeans. He frantically unzips them and shoves them down. His jeans and underwear pool at his ankles, his half-hard member exposed. He steps out of them before looking at you expectantly.

Looking down, your mouth waters at the sight of his thick member. Your mouth is dry as you reach your hand towards it. You wrap your hand firmly around the shaft. He reacts immediately, a muffled moan sounding against the apex of your neck and shoulders. He squeezes your sides.

"More." He whines before lifting his head to plant a kiss on your jaw. You begin stroking as you kiss his lips again. He bucks into your hand, whispering something incoherent against your lips. His hunger to feel you, taste you-- to do anything and everything was getting to be insatiable. He moans lewdly against your lips, hips jerking into your hand.

"Mm... wanna have you already."

For a second you thought you were the only one pathetic and needy. As he mumbled those words against your lips, you realized he was as desperate for you as you were for him. The realization made you want to stop jerking him off and let him inside you, but his whines and the desperate look on his face was addictive. You could watch him pitifully pine for pleasure all day.

"I... I like seeing you like this Jae." You whisper as you look up into his eyes. His cock twitches and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

"I love when you call me that." Eric admits with a crooked grin. He places his hands on either side of your head, leaning against the wall. Eric had told you this once before. After calling him Youngjae to tease him because you thought it was a cute name, it naturally shortened to Jae. No one had ever called him that before you. He was only Jae for you, just like how he was only like this for you. "I daydreamed about this, your hands wrapped around me." He states breathily.

You shudder at the confession. It was impossible not to smile as you felt immensely relieved. You weren't alone in your torment. You glide your hand up and down his cock faster, watching as his eyes flutter close. His pretty lips are parted slightly, letting out little gasps and groans. His hair hangs away from his face, showing his thick and furrowed eyebrows. Eric doesn't want you to stop, but he also doesn't want to cum from your fist. His hips jerk forward again at the thought of spreading open your pretty, wet cunt with his cock. He presses his lips together, a moan reverberating against his mouth.

"Please let me feel you." He begs as his hand scoop your face up. He kisses you tenderly, exhaling deeply through his nose. "I wanna feel you so bad." He was panting, the desperation in his eyes growing stronger. Wordlessly, you pull your panties down under your skirt. You step out of them and when you look back up, he's tugging at himself, eyes trained on your discarded panties.

Standing back up, you grab one of his arms and wrap it around your waist. He lets go of his now fully hard member to wrap his other arm around you. "Ready?" He says and you look at him in confusion. "Jump."

You do as he says and he wraps your legs around his hips. You gasp as you feel his tip poking against your heat.

"Are you- mmph-!" He stops mid sentence as his tip pushes beyond your slick folds, prodding against your swollen hole. A shallow thrust sends you reeling when he nearly pushes inside you. His hands grip your ass hard before he pushes you flush against the wall again. His teeth are grazing your neck as he barrels into you. You let out an especially loud moan and he hurriedly covers your mouth.

"If they find out we'll never hear the end of it."

It's probably too late, but the two of you hold out hope. His hips smack against yours. The room fills with the sound of your muffled moans and his breathy grunts. That with a mixture of his skin slapping against yours has your eyes rolling back. His cock is fucking up into you at an angle that makes you almost salivate. You slide up and down the wall slightly as he relentlessly thrusts into you. Puffs of hot breath fan across your neck before wet and sloppy kisses take their place.

"So fucking tight-- I'm gonna lose my mind." He growls into your ear as his fingernails dig into your ass. He licks a long stripe up your neck and you whimper. He's toying with you, figuring out what makes you tick by kissing, nipping, and licking your neck. His thrusts slow down as focuses on your reactions. The way your body trembles when he presses kitten licks into your neck. The way you snap your hips against him when he nips your skin. The way a moan resonates against his hand and your walls clench when he sucks at a specific spot. Jackpot.

The pace of his hips are back to normal as he bucks up into you. Your body bounces on top of him, breasts bouncing underneath your shirt. He can feel your hard nipples brushing against his chest. Salacious moans leak out of his mouth as he continues to assault that sweet spot on your neck. It's a good thing you're pinned against the wall with your legs locked in place or else you'd be a spineless mess on the floor. Your whimpers are pathetic and pleading while you experience mind numbing pleasure in two different areas. He unclamps his hand from around your mouth and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls them to meet his.

"Ah~ you feel so perfect baby."

You hum in response. The light and airy moans that float into your ears make you clench around him. You're so tight around him that it feels like you're sucking him into you. His moans grow in volume, matching the rhythm of his hips. He grabs your hips and shifts you into a different position. You let out a sharp gasp as he starts rocketing into your g-spot. "Fuck-!" You try to keep your voice down now that your mouth is free. It was impossible to stay quiet when his stiff dick is buried inside of you, snug within your sopping walls. You let out weak and strangled noises as you dig your nails into his back. You feel a ripple of pleasure rip through you before your stomach tightens.

"Jae... 'm gonna..." You eyes roll back into your head as you wrap your arms around him tightly. You pull your bodies flush together, trying to get as close as you can. You can feel his firm chest pressing into you. He pulls away from your neck, fully focused on making you cum. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Do it for me. Only for me." He whispers as he looks into your eyes. "The fact that I'm the only one that does this to you... I could come just thinking about it." He pecks you softly before watching you again. You lock your legs around him, coils deep inside you compressing. You shove your hips into his, enjoying the feeling of your bodies slamming against each other. He pushes his hand between your bodies and under your skirt. He starts applying pressure and your vision goes white. The hard circles he rubs into it causes the coils to snap.

"Fuck fuck fuck--!" You exclaim as you pull his hips against yours. Your legs lock him in place as your cunt spasms around him. You shudder, spewing profanities and shivering moans as you come down. His fingers are still abusing your swollen clit and it makes you jerk against him. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You hungrily kiss him back, tongues massaging each other. He begins to move again and you're a whining mess. He carries you over his bed and lays you on your back at the edge of it. He pushes your legs up so that they're on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses you again. His hips are slow as they roll into yours. Both your lips are swollen as you continue to suck on each other's. He sucks on your tongue and you're ready to cum again already.

"Feels so fucking good... wanna cum inside." He mumbles with interjections of moans that resonated from deep inside him. His hips slam down onto yours as he moans loudly. "I'm gonna cum baby."

You clench around him and he hisses. He presses his fingers into your legs until his knuckles turn white. He bottoms out, filling you to the brim as he kisses you. His hips are getting less precise and his moans more whiny. "You're the only girl who's ever made me like this."

He mumbles incoherent praises as he shoots ribbons cum into you. His moans are near sobs while his hips snap to yours so hard that your hips are bouncing off the mattress. The sound of his desperate moans and the feeling of him pushing so deep makes you bite your lips. "Only you."

He slams into you one last time and you're both seeing white. He collapses on top of you, head buried into your neck. You laugh as you push your legs around his shoulders and drop them on the bed. They're absolutely tired to the point of being numb. You wrap your arms around Eric.

"So... what now?" You whisper, eyes darting around the room.

"Shh, I'm trying to sleep."

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emmettland · 7 days

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Gold and Green AU | Repost #15

Ask Prompt: How did Cassius find out Logan was pretending to be a Golden? (2023)

CW: abusive power dynamics, betrayal

"You will tell me the truth. I did not slay five Golds for nothing."

The power of the truth serum that he had injected the True Green with was a lie, designed by Golds to fool Greens into thinking that they were being compelled to be honest. In reality, the drug only made them more susceptible to believing what they were told.

But it clearly wasn't working on Dirk, whose smile was smug when he said, "Oh, only five? My dear Golden slain ten and one Golden. I suppose you got it at a discount."

Cassius smiled. True Greens were indeed respected more than Greens, but this level of disrespect would have gotten Dirk in trouble if he wasn't Teddy Warfson's True Green. Even so, Cassius could have verbally reprimanded him, but he didn't.

If threats were not going to work, bribery would.

"You don't like your Golden," Cassius said.

"Does any Green?"

"You would rather be with that Golden we Reformed at Teddy's request. Malusfa, right? He thinks he's a Green now."

"I am aware," Dirk said dryly.

"And he cannot even look at you without being in pain."

"Is there a point to this, Cassius?"

"I can change that," Cassius said, and caught the glimmer of hope that Dirk masked instantly. "I can reverse his Reformation, so you do not cause him pain and he no longer thinks he's a Green."

"You can, but that doesn't mean you will."

"I will have it done before you give me answers," Cassius said, "as long as you answer one question first. I'm well aware that my accusations cannot go without proof."

Dirk narrowed his eyes. He was suspicious, but not enough to turn down such a generous offer. All he had to do was betray his friend, and the love of his life, the father of his daughter, would be his again.

Some may have placed more loyalty in the friendship. Some may have deluded themselves into thinking that they could protect their friend and get what they wanted themselves, without the help of a Golden who needed something from them.

Dirk was not one of these fools. He had lived a hard life, much harder than the Green who now had all of the privileges and freedoms of being a Golden. He was older, crueler, and knew that if their positions would reversed, Logan Garder would do the exact same as him.

"I accept your deal," Dirk said. "To answer your question, yes. Logan Garder is actually a Green, and I will tell you how to expose his secret once my Malu is returned to me, in the condition you promised."

Cassius has a feeling he underestimated how much Dirk knew about the situation. He teases him. "I can find proof on my own, I'm sure. I just wanted to hear it from--"

"No, you didn't, and no, you can't." Dirk smiles, as if he was the only winner of their game. "Because I'm the one who trained him, and I'm the one who knows how he's been hiding it. You wouldn't pass up on the chance to humiliate him first."

Well, the True Green was right.

He was going to put Logan Garder to shame.

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It was bound to be another glorious fight, featuring Logan going up against a Golden at least four times his size and five times his weight. People loved to see such a small Golden win against much bigger opponents; there was something exotic, almost taboo about it.

Before the fight to the death began, Cassius approached Logan in the corridors leading up to the arena. After some small talk, he told Logan that he would be cheering him on as always and looked forward to seeing his miraculous victory.

Emphasis on miraculous.

Now that his end of the deal was done, Dirk had told Cassius what he needed to know. It was really so simple, and yet it was no surprise how it never happened by accident. Goldens never touched each other in any sort of intimate manner unless they were related, and of course David had no idea that this Golden was actually his son.

But all Cassius had to do was take Logan's hand. He was clearly caught off guard and looked wary. "Cassius, what--"

"I just want to say," Cassius said, meeting his eyes, "how much respect I have for you, Logan. People doubted your power as a Golden, and yet you've proven them wrong over and over again."

The flattery worked. Logan grinned, distracted by his ego, and was in the middle of responding when Cassius quickly slid his fingers down, where the metal cuff covered Logan's wrist, and circled his thumb around a button in the center.

After what happened the last time, we needed a safety mechanism that could open the cuff. But it had to be subtle, or else it could be activated by accident. I suggested an intimate gesture, which would deter any Golds from trying it, and a specific one that would be impossible to guess.

The cuff clicked open, and Logan's grin dropped.

Cassius was faster. He snatched it away before Logan could grab it, and viciously smiled at the dawning look of horror on the Green's freckle-painted face. Just then, the drums started beating to signal the start of the fight, and Cassius shoved Logan out of the corridor, waving with the cuff as he stumbled into the arena.

"If she starts winning," Cassius said sweetly, "just be a good little Green and beg for your Golden to help you."

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big19boss-blog · 8 months

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Cale the unlucky bastard

This is a cannon I imagine when the war is over, and everyone is back at their routines buts still have occasional get-togethers.

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Albreu's POV

I never imagined that there would come a day in his life when he has taken a day off and he is relaxing with people he can call friends, in his dark elf form and drinking ridiculously expensive wine.

It was Sheritt-nim's idea to host a get-together where everyone can come and have some downtime. We all were too scared to say no to the Dragon Lord and we all love her, so naturally we filial children gather whenever and wherever the invitation says.

Over the years I have come to love these reunions and actually look forward to it. It's a highly secure place where everyone related to Cale Henitus gathers together in one place.

It was a lively day, the teleportation circle had to be redrawn at least twice by Raon-nim. People keep flooding the castle. The kids were running around playing and eating. Some adults were talking, some were in the kitchen helping cook and some were just sitting in the corner observing.

There were people from every conner of the world and some who don't even live in this world. But everyone took out time to talk to Cale for a few minutes and by the end of the day Cale looked like he had eaten a lemon and a candy together.

By nightfall, the kids were all herded to sleep and most of the adults who have travelled from far-far places also turned in for the night.

We had just said goodbye to the last of the guests. And the only wandering souls were a handful of us awake sipping wine as we sat under the night. Cale looked like he had a lot on his mind and so did Eurahben-nim. Patriarch Ron had just left to get another bottle of wine for all of us.

Eurahben-nim was the first to break his silence. "Never in my entire existence did I think that I would have to meet so many humans and beast people at the same time."

The golden dragon sounded more amused than tired and I could understand why.

"It reminds me of my company days." Cale added. He doesn't talk about the past a lot so my interest was peaked.

"How were they like?" I inquired.

Eurahben-nim too leaned in further. He was one of those people who had accepted Cale's truth in the most seamless way possible. He looked like the puzzle in his head finally made sense.

"It was a bittersweet time in my life. Before Team leader and Jung Soo died. I used be soo furstated that I have to haul there asses back home. Each and every time they would get black out drunk and I was the only one sober enough to get them out."

"After they...... left, it was a little bittersweet here I was wishing that I had them again beside me. But on the other hand, it was refreshing to see the new teammates, relax and have fun because they have been working their ass off."

Cale grew silent after that. And so did Eurahben-nim and I because somewhere along the lines even we had felt that. The bittersweet feeling of letting go of people and traditions and making a place for new ones instead. It feels like you are betraying the memory of them.

However, we forget change is the nature of life. It's okay to move on. To make places for new stuff. To sometimes forget old memories, not that Cale can forget anything. It's okay to live again.

We pretended like nothing happened when Ron came back with more wine for us. But I didn't forget to wrangle Cale into an extra tight hug when I left the next morning. And I am pretty sure Eurahben-nim patted his head secretly. Because deep down we all respect Cale Henitus for what he had survived.

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13uswntimagines · 2 years

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The Choice (USWNT/Reader)

This wasn’t requested, but it’s an angsty blurb i’ve had in my drafts for forever. Technically I envisioned this as a Lindsey/R but I never actually mentioned her, so feel free to think it’s about whoever you want. Requests are still open, so send me some ideas if you want.

You watched as the words fell out of her mouth with ease, past her beautiful lips unknowing of the weight they carried. Each blindly innocent syllable slicing easily into your resolve. Your hands shook with unplaced rage and the pressure behind your eyes became nearly intolerable.

You frantically searched for the right words to convey the unintentional pain every bowel she sounded out was inflicting on your very soul. You wanted to scream and yell that it wasn’t fair. That you gave her your all, and still she threw you away as though you were nothing. That you deserved better than being left on a whim.

The little voices in your mind battled for your attention. One claimed that you couldn’t be mad at someone for not understanding the consequences of their actions, while the other argued that she would never know if you didn’t tell her.

But your mouth remained closed, hindered by your nature and your deep love for her. By your inability to voice your emotions. Your weakness was driven by the fear that she was right.

The fear that you weren’t worthy of her that had followed you throughout your relationship.

Her justifications faded into the background, as did her “I have to do what’s best for me,” and a clear voice broke through your mental anguish.

“You aren’t weak,”

You considered the statement. It was true. You had won 2 world cups, fought back for serious injury, and been through hell with coaches. You were allowed to feel. You had fought long enough for that right.

You had risen from the ashes of a world sent aflame before, now would be no different. Unintentionality did not erase all sins. You would not allow this woman, this beautifully gorgeous woman, to walk over you.

In a moment of courage, the word “no” slipped out. It was soft, barely audible, but the first step. You were the master of your own story. If she couldn’t see that, then you didn’t need her.

“Just because you didn’t know, doesn't make it better. You made your choice and now you have to live with the consequences of that,”

It was firm and came with much more force than you intended, more than you thought you were capable of producing.

“But I didn’t think-“ she sputtered, clearly surprised by your reaction. Clearly not expecting you to fight back.

“I know,” The statement cut her off mid-sentence. It rang through the air like the last note of a Tympany, settling over the both of us like a coat of freshly fallen snow.

It was cold, and unfeeling, not like you intended, but entirely representative of your emotions.

“We can still be friends,” The weak and feeble statement falls from her lips, almost like a prayer, and just for a moment you’re captivated.

You watched how they caressed the word, how they moved, and allowed yourself to wander to a place where you would kiss the pain off of them. Where you would step forward and pull her into your arms, intent on quelling the anguish permeating her entire form.

And just for a moment, you allowed yourself to fantasize about being the bigger person. You could forgive her and pretend that you weren’t hurt. You could bottle your emotions in the name of her happiness.

But what of your own happiness?

You shook your head minutely. “You made a choice. Unknowingly or not, it doesn’t negate my feelings. I am allowed to be sad or angry or betrayed or however else I want to feel. You don’t get to dictate that. And right now, I’m not at a place where we can be friends.”

It’s a statement with more collectedness than you actually feel, and it kills you when the tears burn more rapidly across her cheeks.

You don’t stay to let her respond. You couldn’t because you knew you were on the edge of a breakdown yourself (how could you not be). You turn towards the door throwing a “I need to go” over your shoulder.

The door slammed shut and it felt like the final nail in the coffin. You knew it was the last real interaction you would ever have with her. You would cross paths again at camp, and dinners that Sonnett and Kelley would no doubt drag you to, but you would never allow yourself to be as intertwined with her as you were. You would never open yourself to her again.

You turned your back on the burning bridge between you, knowing that you would never have the strength to repair it, climbing onto your bike with little more thought.

You revved the engine, in acknowledgment of that chapter in your life closing. That portion of your life was ending. An acknowledgment of the storm brewing inside your chest.

There was only one place you could go. One person who would understand. You needed your sister. You needed Alex.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #angsty

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kisilinramblings · 2 months

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"Marinette's parents are incompetent!"

No, they were powerless. Not the same thing. Just like the school teachers and principal were powerless against Chloé abusing her father's authority over them. Chloé - with the help of her father who had a hard time saying no to her or establishing boundaries for many years - forced the system into her rule.

"Why didn't they transfer Marinette to another school?"

Do you think that a character like Chloé would have allowed her favorite punching bag to get away or didn't have the means to just follow her into the new school?

Besides, in a work of fiction, transferring the victim of bullying to a different school as a solution send the message their problem was unsolvable. Not a great message to send to a young audience. In fiction, it is the bully who has to be expelled through the course of the story.

We do have another character who did changed school and even country in hope for a better situation (Zoé) and if it hadn't been of Marinette, chances are Zoé would have fallen back under the old patterns of having to pretend to be someone she is not and submit to Chloé's laws because the classmates initially thought that being related to Chloé meant she was half as bad as her. What prevented this was the love and support Zoé got from Marinette and the rest of her friends. Just like how Nino extended a hand to Adrien after witnessing he isn't like Chloé despite being friend with her.

It is the outside support that a victim receives that allows them to continue, to grow, to be themselves, and to thrive. Not just changing school.

"They never believe their daughter!"

Tom and Sabine usually take the defense of their daughter. When it comes down to only word against word, they are on their daughter's side. Rogercop AND Ladybug AND Adoration all have Marinette's parents don't believe her to be a thief when accused of it, but each instance had a limit.

Tom in Rogercop didn't believe the accusation drop on his daughter. He was on the scene the whole time. But he stopped Marinette when she started accusing others of thievery, even out of self-defense.

During Ladybug, both Tom and Sabine don't believe Marinette stole anything... until they see the "stolen necklace" in their daughter's locker.

Idem during Adoration. Tom is mad that Chloé dare accuse his daughter of stealing, but when Chloé opens Marinette's bag (after Marinette tried to stop her, mind you) and the evidences are there, they are unable to refute after that point.

And they weren't mad at their daughter. They didn't insult her or have them say she betrayed their trust. Heck! During Ladybug, Sabine got akumatized because she desperately wanted to find the truth out this story. Do people actually forget about that bit?

Like, if the montage was different in both cases, maybe you would believe that Tom and Sabine's reactions are actually... normal from their perspective? That they do want to believe their daughter, but the evidence is stacked against her and that they are taken aback by all of this.

It's the concept of non-guilty until proven otherwise. And seeing evidences inside someone's personal belonging - like their room, their bag, their locker - does work as proof and is supposed to be more reliable than any words from either party.

Also, being unaware evidences were planted is not incompetence. Which happened both during Ladybug and Adoration. A jury who has no solid proof that an evidence isn't reliable (or has not enough suspicions of it) will still condemn guilty the accused even if the accused keep stating they are non-guilty.

Anyway, a parent's job is to care, guide and love unconditionally their child. And that, Tom and Sabine do indeed check all three. So they are far from incompetent. The adults (both in Miraculous and in the real world) just often time don't know how to deal with something and just go with the best of their ability, knowledge and tools they have. You don't just turn into a parent overnight. Being a parent is also a learning process.

#kisi is rambling in the void

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overseer-picard · 1 year

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Alright friendos, buckle up. This isn't an episode review, this is an episode dissertation.

*cracks knuckles*

Today, we are going to talk about "Attached" because I have thoughts and feelings that have rampaged in my heart on a hamster wheel for two decades.

Thesis: Picard and Crusher are canonically in love.

Evidence: *gestures vaguely to 178 episodes of stolen glances, hugs, hand holding, shameless flirting, heavy history, kisses, jealousy, breakfast together every morning, this episode*

Okay, jokes aside, "Attached" is the officially designated, written with explicit intent, "this is our Picard/Crusher episode to appease you rabid fans". Except, plot twist, it didn't appease, it only INFLAMED.

To begin, the episode is about Picard and Crusher beaming down to a planet for normal Starfleet reasons but they end up getting kidnapped. They then discover that their nappers have implanted these little knobby devises on the back of their necks as a means of information extraction.

But they escape before this can happen and embark on a journey through an alien wilderness that suspiciously looks like Southern California. As they journey, they discover that these devices have somehow linked them telepathically and they basically have open access to each other's thoughts. *Kool-aid man voice* Oh yeah.

We spend most of the episode watching Picard and Beverly finish each other's sentences and they are flirty and funny and we get some great little insights into both of their characters. Beverly is secretly embarrassed that she doesn't think before she speaks and Picard reveals that sometimes he just pretends to know what he's doing when in reality he isn't quite sure.

But the big juicy part happens when they settle down for the night around a campfire.

At first its fun because Picard accidentally reveals he hates having fancy breakfasts, which is a little payoff to the opening scene where Beverly is telling him she has a great new Vulcan dish for them to try. And then Beverly is like "I was just trying to be fancy for you, I also like simple breakfasts."

And it's warm and happy and fuzzy and nice... but then-

Beverly brings up Jack, her dead husband who was best buds with Picard (and served under Picard on the Stargazer and was killed there), and Picard gets uncomfortable because he *through clenched teeth*... hates.... revealing... things... about... himself.

And then Beverly moves in for the kill: "Why didn't you ever tell me you were in love with me?"

And Picard's like "Psh. What? No. Maybe. I mean, like you didn't know?" Playing it all cool, as if his biggest secret he's kept tucked away in the tubes of his artificial heart for 25 years hasn't just been thrown, naked and squalling, into the frigid open air.

And Beverly relents and is like "Well, I mean, I always knew we found each other scrumptiously bangable..."

Picard realizes there's no getting away, so he opens up. It's actually quite emotional as he explains that he promised himself he could never, ever let her know his true feelings because it would be betraying his best friend.

And we get a great callback and explanation to the very first episode when Picard was horrified to find that Beverly had requested to be his CMO.

I mean, this poor dude, not only did he lose his best friend, he blames himself for his death, AND he's wildly in love with his wife. Like, there are some seriously hefty layers of guilt going on here. Throw in Picard's inherent sense of morality and you've got yourself a succulent guilt casserole.

Picard, drowning in his casserole, changes tactics and says that, slowly, over time, he no longer had those feelings and that now they are just friends. He purposefully friendzones himself. And Beverly has this odd expression on her face that implies she doesn't quite believe him. Which, I mean, she can read his thoughts, so...

They settle down for the night and Picard just stares blankly up at the sky and you can viscerally feel the emotional destitution radiating from him.

The next day they are once again scampering around Southern California-- I mean Kesprytt III, trying to get across some border so the Enterprise can snatch them up.

And here's the keystone moment that proves my thesis. Beverly shoves Picard through this forcefield border thing to save him and sacrifices herself. Their eyes lock and thoughts clearly pass between them.

The script confirms this.

Back on the Enterprise, all safe and sound, and giggly...and confusing Riker.

They have dinner. And this is the scene that has rampaged through the fandom like an eternally burning fire beast, the Balrog basically, breathtakingly beautiful and yet so destructive.

But there's one little line here that tells us everything we need to know. You see, not once did Beverly vocalize her own feelings towards Picard, she just acknowledged a "mutual attraction". But here, Picard says "Now that we know how each of us feels, perhaps we shouldn't be afraid to explore those feelings?"

"Now that we know how EACH OF US FEELS." Not, "Now that you know how I feel." or "felt". No past tense, only present tense.

Beverly let it slip somewhere along the way that she indeed has feelings towards Picard and he heard her. The scene around the fire was a closed book of a conversation. Picard said "I no longer have those feelings. Goodnight." And Beverly didn't contest it. But for this line to exist, something between these scenes had to have happened that changed and reopened that book: the forcefield separation scene.

Then, of course, Beverly turns Picard down and it's genuinely heart breaking and the worst. BUT. I do find some solace in the script, as the lines were slightly different, and significantly less bizarre than "Maybe we should be afraid." like what??

And then Beverly leaves and they both look SO SAD and I AM SAD.

In conclusion, I love this episode and have come to peace with the fact that the writers were like "Haha yeah they should be together but we have to make the movies still and dealing with them being a couple would be annoying." because we have 7 years of getting to watch them grow close and then admit that they do indeed love each other. And that's enough. It also has given us a vast and amazing well to draw from for fan fiction.

As a final note, Jonathan Frakes directed this and he did a great job. The lighting and shots are better than the average episode.

As an extra super final note, if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with pining for a satisfying conclusion (and new beginning) to this couple, go read "Death in Winter" by Michael Jan Friedman. It's the first in the relaunch books (post Nemesis) and it officially gets these two together and reading it feels like putting aloe vera on a sunburn.

#star trek the next generation #attached #episode review #picard/crusher #picrusher

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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I just had an idea. Senku x fem reader where they play strip poker together and it ends in smut 👀

Senku x Fem. Reader

I actually had this idea forever ago and forgot about it, you made me want to dig it up. Edit: Gender isn't really specified, so anyone could read.

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🧪Strip Tease🧪 (Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Old Writing(didn't edit, idk what this is), never played poker ever, Smut, idk really, childhood friends till adulthood changed things

When you practice strip poker with Senku...it turns into you practicing other things...

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“Did you really need me to practice with you?” Senku grumbled from his seat.

“Well, I needed someone who wouldn’t care. I could’ve asked Taiju, but he likes Yuzuriha so I’m not even gonna bother him with that. That left you.”

“Don’t you have those other lame friends?”

You muttered a reply as you got out the cards to shuffle them, “Exactly, lame. They pretend when it’s convenient. Since I’m playing with them tomorrow anyway, I might as well learn how beforehand-- Besides, they’re either desperate to see me naked or would be too embarrassed, I’d probably leave early.”

“I don’t see the problem with it. It’s just being naked.”

Your eyes finally flickered up to him, “Exactly why I picked you—What’re you risking first?”

“You know the rules?”

“Mhm. Choose.”

“Watch.”

You dealt five cards for each of you, “I pick my jacket. Winner doesn’t have to remove anything.”

You kept your five cards, while Senku decided to exchange two from his hand.

“You sure you don’t want to exchange any cards?” he smirked.

“I got a pretty good deal, so I’m good.”

“Alright then, hit me.”

With a victrious grin you smack down your hand, “Flush. Beat that!”

His smirk didn’t drop as he carelessly tossed his hand onto the table, “Four of a Kind.”

“Wha—”

“Don’t you have a jacket to get rid of, [Name]?”

You sighed, slowly taking it off, “Yeah, yeah. All right, let’s try this again…”

You dealt the next hand, Senku simply exchanged one card.

Feeling betrayed from last time, you decided to exchange two cards.

“I doubt you’re going to win this time, so I’ll bet my shirt,” Senku held his poker face.

But unfortunately for him, you had a very good hand.

“I’ll bet my shirt, too. Go for it, Senku.”

“Three of a Kind.”

A chuckle bubbled from you, “Straight.”

He sighed, dejected and began to unbutton his shirt.

You found yourself watching in anticipation as the last button was undone, swallowing as it rolled off his shoulders and to back of his seat.

He was actually much more defined than you anticipated, considering he seemed like a weakling most of the time.

“...[Name].”

You must have zoned out, “I—Uh—Huh?”

He raised a brow, “Are you dealing, or what?”

“Oh…Oh! Right…”

You did your best to avoid looking, so you wouldn’t find yourself staring again.

“I'll bet my watch,” Senku leaned back to watch you.

You tried to not notice the way he unconsciously spread his legs, fortunately the table blocked most of the view.

“My shirt again,” you informed.

After dealing, you showed your hands again.

He’d won this round.

Now that it was reality, you were a little flustered at the idea of being half naked in front of him.

Mainly due to the little, itty-bitty, tiny, minuscule crush you had on him.

That was actually far from any of those things.

Then you reminded yourself, Senku doesn’t think anything of it.

He wouldn’t be attracted, so it didn’t matter, right?

You took a deep breath as your played with the hem of your shirt, before tugging it over your head.

It was a shame you missed his expression while your vision was obstructed.

“…Looks like you’re losing.”

You scoffed, “Please, we just started. You may be a science wiz, but games are my territory.”

“Watch.”

“Pants.”

You had a great hand, so great there was no way Senku had the only hand that could beat it.

“You’re done for, Senku!”

“Straight Flush? Not bad.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why don’t you seem worried?”

A cackle passed his lips, which made your eyes go wide.

“There’s no way!”

He tossed his hand onto the table top, a dark smirk taking over his expression, “What was that about games being your territory, [Name]? Because I just won this, Ten Billion percent.”

A Royal Flush.

Your body warmed in embarrassment as your eyes flickered down to your pants.

You’d have to take them off in front of Senku.

“Rules are rules…”

You dragged the pants down your legs and tossed them to the side where your shirt laid.

Now you felt a little embarrassed for your underwear choices, since it was only you who saw what you wore, you tended to wear really cute sets.

But when your gaze trailed from your thighs to the man in front of you…you were caught by his stare.

Why was it so intense?

Why was is so quiet?

Why couldn’t you... look away?

And why…why was it affecting your body?

“[Name].”

The sudden deepening of his voice sent a jolt through you.

“Yes?”

“You know, considering I got the best hand anyone could possibly get…don’t you think it qualifies for the rest of your clothing, too?”

“Uh—Huh? But I’d be n-naked…”

“Isn’t that the point?—What happened to not caring?”

Well, it’s hard not to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“I—well…”

“[Name]…are you nervous?” he teased.

You decided to hide your face, and hide your top half using the table considering the view he had wasn’t great under it.

But he simply just pushed the table to the side, the dragging of the table legs morbidly dramatic to you.

“What’re you hiding for? It’s not a big deal.”

In replacement, you placed your feet in the chair, using your legs to hide a little.

But that only made things worse, his gaze dragged lower and lower before they focused in between your legs.

His expression was one of amusement, while yours was more timid…now he knew everything.

He leaned back in his chair far too casually again, legs yet again spreading unconsciously.

Or perhaps it was intentional this time, you didn’t know.

He leaned his head on his knuckles, silver watch shining due to the light above.

“I haven’t touched you yet and you already gave me a visible reaction.”

Your body warmed more, but most of it was more focused in one area.

“Yet…?”

“I must admit, I came with pure intentions, but I don’t think I’m leaving the same way I came.”

Gloved hands teased you everywhere they went.

“You’re like a little science experiment,” he chuckled.

You were completely breathless, “Sen—kah!”

“I had a few hypotheses to test. They seem to be going well so far.”

The black gloves touched every inch of skin he could as you sat on his spread legs.

The contrast of his black slacks and latex gloves gave you butterflies.

“Why did you have to be a scientist?” you groaned.

He knew all the right places, curse those books, curse the internet.

Then his fingers, finally, finally touched you where you wanted.

He rubbed against the damp cloth, “We should take these off, hm?”

You swore his voice right in your ear was affecting you in an entirely different way.

“We should.”

A gasp, as he tears away a glove to please you with bare skin.

Eyes rolling back as he’s pounding you into the table a few minutes later.

A whimper as his gloved hand explores your back and trails to your behind.

Your voice cracks, as you cheek rubs against the surface, the last card clinging to the table finally fluttering to the floor.

“Been wanting to do this so long,” was all he could grit out, “You’ve got me thinking all irrationally for you…”

Muttering praises in between his thrusts, mumbling how you’re such a good test subject.

And, oh, how beautiful you were, how cute, which tempted him to turn you around and kiss you.

It was so intense, so careful, and there seemed to possibly even be love there.

“Senku…”

“You’re not playing this game with them tomorrow. Not that’d you’d be able to walk anywhere far tomorrow, anyway…”

#ishigami senku #dr stone senku #senku ishigami #senku #senku smut #senku x reader #senku x fem.reader #anime

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