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holocene-sims · 3 months

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august 26, 2021 5:00 a.m. paradise hotel

[henry] hello! good morning, sunshine.

[grant] did i wake you up?

[henry] i was already up. and yes, i know my eyes are closed. it's just so i can go back to sleep at some point.

[henry] anyway, i dreamed about a hockey stick knocking out my teeth, which woke me up, and then remembered i have a dentist appointment in a couple weeks, so i decided i should floss my teeth all of a sudden to impress them.

[grant] they’ll still know you haven’t been doing it!

[henry] lalalalalalala, i am refusing to listen and learn.

[henry] so, how was it with cool shoes singer girl?

[grant] oh yeah, it was nice.

[grant] did you intend for that to happen?

[henry] nope. i didn’t care what you did. i just didn’t want you to not speak to her and restrict yourself because of some weird internal logic or because i was there.

[henry] if you can talk to someone because they seem interesting, you can flirt with someone for the same reason.

[grant] she is was cool. super interesting person. and, uh, i never like to comment on these things because it seems wrong and entirely disrespectful, but she is beautiful.

[grant] now i feel kind of like an idiot for not even trying to get her number, but also…

[henry] man, it’s not a huge deal. this is a thing most people do, flirting for fun. it doesn’t always have to be, “i won’t speak to you unless you’re prepared to marry me in two years.”

[henry] okay, i'm the wrong person to tell you that because that’s what happened with soobin, but trust me, most people are not as serious about flirting! flings are a thing.

[henry] and seriously, it’s not like you led her on. you didn’t fulfill your fear. she initiated things, so she could have followed through if she wanted to.

[grant] that, yeah. i got the feeling she wanted to follow through somehow, but she seemed really nervous, i guess, when the opportunity came up.

[henry] oh, at the end?

[grant] yeah. i don't think she knew what to say. i definitely didn't either. i was a little paralyzed.

[grant] i was thinking in the moment, like, it would be very irresponsible for me to do anything beyond flirt with someone, no matter how strong that desire to not be alone long-term is.

[grant] you know what i mean? there are probably very specific things i'm doing that get me into messy relationships or ones doomed to fail, and i haven’t even gotten there in therapy. i don’t want to subject anyone else to whatever those issues are.

[grant] but i didn't know how to let her down because i knew she was waiting for me to do something or say something, and then i felt bad about the idea of letting her down because i did like her and she genuinely seemed like a nice person.

[grant] and i wasn't expecting either of us to...fuck, man, i don't know, like each other so much. so, i didn't have a whole ending speech planned or anything. i seriously thought we'd just have a coffee or something and then part ways.

[grant] ugh. this is why i don't do casual things. it's too much. i never understand how to deal with all the feelings. i'm not super sure i'm securely attached enough to flirt casually, you know?

[grant] but she really was...

[grant] anyway! alright, well, we have an hour left to sleep, so.

[henry] night night.

[grant] ugh, i don’t want to get up.

[grant] my back hurts and in the lie down way, not the walk around and kind of sort of briefly fix it way.

[henry] don’t even think about sleeping within 13.75 inches of me.

[grant] okay, commencing movement to within 13.74 inches of you.

[henry] no, you can sleep here. i don’t mind.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #unrelated but it's honestly kind of weird to see grant without his glasses lmao #put em back on you look naked!!! (jk)#holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

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distortedmoondisc · 9 months

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hiiai for the ask game thing 🥺👉👈

Hi!! Thank you so much for asking for my otp vi 🥹💖💖💖

So! I hope I don't get too rambly with it ahdhfj

1. What made you ship it?: oh boy, the first and second chapters of the !! Main Story made me become so obsessed with them it wasn't even normal. I went into ensemble stars without any idea or notion about the franchise or the writing beforehand and I was absolutely confused with the way the characters talked to each other (the enstars writing is definitely an acquired taste imo lmao). So you must imagine how insane I felt when I, who wasn't used to male characters having such blatant, shameless and obviously deliberately flirty/romantic/shippy intended dialogue with each other such as.... This:

This was!!!! On their first meeting!!! They have known each other for less than 5 minutes and Aira has already fondled Hiiro's bicep!!!! Are these two normal??? (If you've been into enstars long enough you'll know that the answer is !!! No !!!)

And what's funnier is that after Aira does the (rub, rub), the next dialogue is literally this:

so like.... Akira (writer of all of the !! Main story) here had to force a switch on the conversation so these two could focus again on the topic they were discussing before (about whether or not they're underachievers and about Ensemble Square) from that fondling muscles scene. This means Akira didn't have any need to write that scene between these two, it wasn't necessary for the plot. The madlad just added that scene in there out of nowhere. Just for the funsies. For a silly little laugh. Because there's nothing more fun than making your OCs flirt with each other this shamelessly in your own story. He really gets the assignment.

Listing a few honorable mentions for hiiai interactions from the first and second episodes of the !! MS that made me imprint on them so hard that they became my biggest otp since july of last year and has taken hold of my heart ever since 🫶

Hiiro fawning over Aira's beautiful name 🥺🥺🥺

Hiiro here was really like yeah you're my soulmate, my soulmate bestie (no but seriously do you ever think about how hiiro became so attached to aira so quickly and wanted to become his friend so bad, and how he also saw their meeting as fate....)

He is so dramatic, he didn't even get directly rejected here

This is a personal favorite. I can't stress how mentally ill I was when I read Hiiro saying "I'll do my best to destroy the future where you'll feel sad" DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF???? this should be added to the "is this Russian literature or enstars" online quiz

If you are observant enough you'll see that Hiiro is the one shamelessly flirting all the time AHDJF but Aira himself (mostly in later chapters) also says some questionable stuff about Hiiro in some parts that makes you go... Huh (Aira saying to Hiiro "Aira-kun's route is no longer available for you!" Aira why are you equating yourself and Hiiro as the protagonist and romantic interest of a dating sim game? Do you have anything to share with the class?)

But yeah... them (vaguely gestures with hand). They give a very strong first impression to say the least, so it's not hard to imagine how I came to ship them as quickly and as strongly as I did ahdjf

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?: God, there's so many things I like about hiiai I don't think I can ever list them or rank them, but I'll try ahdjf

For starters, I just really like their dynamic (very basic answer, I know). A thing I really love about their dynamic is how Hiiro is so openly affectionate with Aira, and I think it's cute how Aira is so tsun about his care and affection for hiro-kun, but he just can't leave him alone and thinks of him so often (he mentions him all the time in the game's home lines wwww).

Another thing I love is the way their relationship develops throughout the !! main story. How Aira stuck to him and to Alkaloid due to obligation (in order to survive as an idol in ES) but actually became attached to Hiiro and formed the unique dynamic with him where Aira feels like he can't leave Hiiro alone to prevent him from getting into trouble (and while there is truth to that, there's also the fact that just genuinely Aira loves Hiiro because the first friend he's had in a long time, and a very loyal and loving one at that). In Hiiro's case, he also got attached to Aira very quickly since he was also his very first friend on the city 🥺

In general, I love that hiiai are each other's first friends in ES when they were completely alone, and that by finding each other they found the solution to their chronic loneliness (because Aira and Hiiro both suffer a lot from severe loneliness ever since their childhoods. Aira has never been able to keep lasting friendships and Hiiro's only company in his hometown was Rinne. So them finding each other and hitting it off so quickly and easily means a lot for the both of them, and they both try their best to make the friendship work because they want to keep it and make it last, yk?)

Another facet of hiiai that I like... how Aira always teaches Hiiro new things and helps him understand the world around him. I like to think about how Aira is, literally and metaphorically, the reason Hiiro loves the city, and how that is what leads him to stay there instead of going back to his hometown with his brother (and I just sit here and wonder if the rinniki parallels were intentional from Akira's part?)

I mean literally because Aira is the one who taught Hiiro what idols are, and that was what made Hiiro realize that yes, this is something he likes and a thing he wants to do with his life. And metaphorically, because I believe that for Hiiro, Aira is a representation of the city. Aira is a city boy, he has an upbringing and worldview completely different from his. Aira grew up in a world that is completely unknown and new to Hiiro, a world in which Hiiro didn't plan on staying for long in the first place, a world that Hiiro didn't plan on getting attached to, but that he still came to like at the end — so Hiiro, by loving and accepting Aira, is metaphorically loving and embracing the city and coming to understand it*. And we know that Hiiro deciding to stay in the city and becoming an idol for real is one of the most important parts of his arc of independence and self discovery, so this gives Hiiro's relationship with Aira another layer of depth that makes their bond more important and essential for each of their characters and arcs.

*I almost forgot to clarify why I think that Hiiro coming to like the city is such a big deal (and note, this is a personal interpretation). Basically, because Hiiro was so dead set on bringing his brother back to their hometown so he could become the monarch, he was still close minded about the outside world and stuck with the old arbitrary rules taught by his hometown. But just as Rinne predicted and hoped, Hiiro ended up being marveled by the city and all the things it offers and so many things he's never seen before (and you can extrapolate that marvel he feels for the city as the marvel and interest he feels for Aira when they first meet). So just as Rinne left his hometown in favor of the city—which was a thing Hiiro didn't understand before because he didn't know what even made the city so good in the first place to make his brother want to leave—Hiiro ended up liking the city as well and choosing to stay there instead of going back home, therefore chosing his own path like Rinne.

But then again, this is just my personal interpretation of the text ahdjf

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: I probably do, but I can't really think of one at the moment ahdjfj I guess one unpopular opinion is that I think that Aira isn't as stereotypically tsundere as people tend to depict him as in fanworks.

Don't get me wrong, Aira def is very tsun (and he is deliberately written as a stereotypical tsundere sometimes for the comedy bits and/or to make his feelings about others obvious. It might seem paradoxical, but the more tsun the acts—the biggest reaction he gets out of one of Hiiro's actions, for example—the more obvious his true feelings come across), but I also think it is often overlooked his character development in the !! MS where he grows to become more honest about his feelings and doesn't reject Hiiro's displays of affection as much and is even openly happy about them (like when he was happy that Hiiro held his hand and said it made him feel reassured). But this characterization isn't the most consistent throughout stories (and that is a thing that bothers me a little but talking about enstars' lore inconsistency is a story for another day ahdjf), so this is something very personal 😅

And that's all... thank goodness it was only 3 questions AHDJF I was hoping I'd write a short post, but it seems I *did* end up rambling about hiiai after all 😔🤙 what bring prompted to talk about the otp does to a person.

#thank you so much for the ask! I had fun doing this #there's probably stuff I forgot to mention or things I wish I had delved more into after I post this #but fuck it we ball #hiiai my beloveds its crazy how obsessed i am with them #i dont talk about them as much as i wish i did #and i have tons of thoughts about them #so it was nice letting some of them out with this ahdjd #asks #ship ask game

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risu5waffles · 7 months

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i Miss DoTENBori

i really do. i know it's gotten cleaned up a lot from when i first got to Osaka in 2004, it's grimy charm brushed and burnished off, but it still had that undertone of scuzziness that said it could all come back if the city took the day off upkeep.

Also, i needed a TEN for the title. Sue me.

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We talked about this one the Friday before last, and i still like it for it's frenetic crufting. Maybe not the most polished version of the theme that i've played, but it's got a lot of heart to it.

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The precursor to Rescuing the Monster's Child that we reviewed last month. It's mostly a gallery to showcase that bigass monster, but at least some work got put in that department, which is more than you can say for most galleries. The monster itself is, well, i mean, it doesn't do much; i think at this point in LBP, folx were still working out how to get large contraptions to reliably stand up and manage limited movement. It's still impressive, and cute in its own way, and i could appreciate it. i'm pretty sure there was an intended flow to this level that i completely fucked up by going further back in layer than what would have been possible in LBP1. Ope.

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This is an earlier level by the kid who did Hello Autumn! a few entries up, and it's definitely the weaker of the two in my books. It's got swimming, and it's quite rare that i find LBP swimming to be all that enjoyable as a traversal mechanic. The cameras tend to be overly pulled back, and it just feels slow moving all-around. Like Hello Autumn, it's overburdened wiv prizes, so that was going to make it a hard sell wiv me as well. It still has that charm of a level the creator really enjoyed making, tho'; and i can enjoy it on that level at least. Some creators can really bring that feeling to the front in their work.

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It will always feel a little wild to me to think LBP generates its own intracommunity drama. i mean, on one level, any group of people larger than two members is going to pick up some drama over its lifespan, but it's still, like... it's LittleBigPlanet. But there was a contest, and our own wonderful chronos453 won it, and some folx got really cheesed off. chronos showed me a few of the comments from the time (i was blissfully ignorant of it, as i usually am until years after the fact), and this level here got put forward by a number of them as the level that really should have won. So, thought i, let's have a look. It's not bad. Like, i love the look of it. Well executed sticker panel visual presentation can be very slick looking. Usually when, as we see here, it's the exclusive or at least primary element in play (another great example is in chrono's Demo series, or the menus in his Tower Defense level. Gods and fish, those menus are actual fire). The problems creep in in the game itself. It's exceptionally ok. Like, i think it'd work really well as an early mobile game (that is not a dig, mobile games got shittier and shittier the more companies realized they could be turned into money engines that looked like games, as opposed to games that might happen to generate money, if you ask me). You've got a keep ship moving until you take enough damage and die gameplay loop that is, at least, easy to get into. i found it a little too simple to engage my interest more than a few tries, and it really wasn't something i would find myself going back to wivout need. And it's a shame, because you can tell a lot of work went into putting it together. i have no doubt that Gilinator was quite serious about the project, and put in the hours; but this is a good level, not a winning level.

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Here's the winning level. Honestly, despite one significant flaw, it's one of the best, if not the best survival challenges i've played in 15years of LittleBigPlanet. Elegant, stylish presentation. Gameplay that requires the player to be active and paying attention throughout. Quick to get into, and quick to restart when you've messed up (a point crhonos mentioned being a particular focus in his design of the level). Like, people complained that that was too much of an homage, and not original enough; and i would invite them to go back to the survival challenge in the Metal Gear dlc pack and tell me if this is not an improvement on that in every department. You could argue, and fairly, if this should have been first place; there's always room for that kind of conversation. You cannot argue in good faith that this isn't a top-notch level. However, i did mention a significant flaw. It is not in anything that the level does wrong, or a failing on the part of chronos as a creator. It's the simple fact that, maybe not for everyone but at least for me, using the Paintinator really starts to hurt after a while. i wonder about the susceptibility of people to RSIs. Like, it can't be a 100% thing, or else they'd be more well designed for. There are millions of folx working cash registers that i imagine come home fine after work, but when i was a kid my friend up the block's mum wound up needing multiple surgeries to try and fix up her fucked up wrist after a couple years of "help make the ends meet" work at JC Penny's. i bring it up because, like, Mm must have playtested the Paintinator. Even if it was a dlc and not, like, the main game, they would have had a team working on it. And then QA after. Did no one say "hey, ummm... my wrist kinda felt like it was on fire after the Metal Gear Rex fight"? And maybe they didn't, or maybe it was just one or two folx who complained, and that was deemed an acceptable risk by legal. Maybe i'm just one of the lucky ones i kind of hate that.

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This level was... it was definitely a lot. Not, necessarily a bad a lot, just a lot. i really enjoyed the extremely "this is not a real place, but we'll treat it like a real place" cartoon environment vibe; like it manages to pull that off pretty well. i like that there were a couple of spots where you've got mechanical movement and interactions mixed in wiv behind-the-scenes logic, i'll always have a soft spot for those. The end feels like it could have used a little bit more wrap up, and i will almost always prefer a scoreboard to an adventure board, but that was all ok. But... for all that is good and holy, why did the creator put that arm-y enemy where it was, and why was it set up how it was? Like, that bit just kills any momentum the level has. It's such a pain in the arse to get over the arm, because it's kinda-sorta tracking you, and then the bounce pad puts you onto a wall jump that, if you're not careful, will throw you right back into the spikes on the arm. i was not a fan of that bit, i can tell you what.

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Once again i have gotten to my Halloween content well after Halloween. It one of the dangers of doing things in advance. You'll record a bunch, and then only later when you're actually setting up the editing and uploads do you realize you've already set for videos all the way up to, like, a week after some upcoming event. This one was a fun little one. Great presentation, very charming, smooth gameplay. i don't know if it's strong enough to make me want to come back to, but definitely glad i ran into it this year.

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Talked about this a little bit back, but it's still really good.

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What do you even say about Ramp? The first. The best. Picked up Level of the Day yesterday (i am half convinced because i, in a roundabout way, reminded StevenI that it existed). Ramp is an honest hoot, and i found myself just laughing in delight. Thought, how haven't i archived this one yet? Why wasn't it the first LBsA episode? i mean, i know the reason it wasn't the first is i'd wanted that slot to go to chronos, but Ramp should have been number two by all rights.

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i think First was EightWonder-'s first published in the actual release? 'cause Ramp was first-first. Still, this one's a great example of early-early LBP1 platforming, and i had a real good time wiv it. It's a little confusing in its pathing at times, and it's definitely super-kludgy, but it has such a "having a good time" vibe to it that it's hard not to love it. i appreciate it when folx get all srs biz in their creations (i don't necessarily mean that the tone is serious, just that they've clearly taken creation seriously), but i do love it when you see these levels that are, like, let's just have fun and throw everything at the wall and see what we end up wiv. As long as the result is sufficiently level as to be playable, it's always at least a little bit of a good time.

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So that's the that for this set. Pretty good spread all in all, no real clunkers. i'm sorry for being late, again, but thing's have been life-shaped. Dealing wiv a lot of little health stuff. Mostly headaches and a lot of exhaustion. Nothing that has me, like, "maybe i should go to a clinic" kind of thing, but it's really got me worn down.

A quick reminder that @soupum is running a LBP stream for Palestine at twitch.tv/soupum . Drop on by and give him some love!

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp1 #lbp2 #lbp3 #LittleBite-sizedArchive #LBsA #Youtube

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freyaswolf · 1 year

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For years, I lived in bewildered befuddlement regarding the musical musings of Taylor Swift. I usually listen to rock or metal, so her brand of pop was not a part of my usual lineup. However, I gained lovely friends here on Tumblr who swear by our Lady TayTay, so I decided I should check out her stuff. But there was SO MUCH, I didn't even know where to start. Luckily, my dearest mutual and actual friend, @idontgettechnology , took pity on me and made me the most amazing playlist to get me started. She titled it Taylor Swift 101, with a description of "Class is is session bish".

I spent today working my way through it, and it was a revelation! I took notes, cause that's what you're supposed to do in class, so here are my highlights from the 56 song playlist. I know I'm missing out on years of lore regarding TSwift, but I'm eager to learn. After a few more listens I may even be ready for the 201 level of this class lol

Notes below the cut, to save your scrolling thumb 😜

Ok, here we go! (I'm pretty sure these are in the intended order, and mostly these are first impressions)

1. Fifteen: wow, this took me straight back to highschool!

2. Teardrops on my Guitar: yep, I'm already hooked

3. Fearless: UGH!!!!

4. Tied Together with a Smile: FUCK!

5. Whitehorse: Holy shit!

6. Cold as You: DAMN!!!

7. You Belong with Me: (SCREAMING) I'm officially invested!

8. Stay Beautiful: 😍😍😍

9. That's The Way I Loved You: FUUUUUUCK!!!

10. Come Back, Be Here: I'm dead over this one ☠️

11. Sparks Fly: EHRMEHGHERD!!!

12. All Too Well: DUUUUUDE!!! I think this is about Jake Gyllenhaal? Also, OOOUUUUUCCCHHH, I can feel her pain!

13. Dear John: EW! Girl, he's a toxic ass narcissist! Babygirl, you need to ditch those boys, get you a girlfriend instead. I volunteer as tribute, or I would if I wasn't too old and boring lol

14. I Almost Do: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

15. Enchanted: Oh the feels!!! Also, my personal head canon is that this is about Chris Evans 😜

16. Red: oh boy, have I been here!

17. Long Live: THIS IS SUCH A GREAT SONG! OH MY HEART!

18. Blank Space: HA! I love this song!

19. Out of the Woods: girl does not have normal relationships

20. How You Get the Girl: OOOOF! I mean come on, she's literally giving instructions!

21. Bad Blood: Fuck you song if ever I heard one! "You made this mess, you know that right?" Kinda vibes

22. Clean: (hand over heart in salute) I feel you sis!

23. Wonderland: Love this! Also, who is this green eyed boy she keeps mentioning?!

24. Look at What You Made Me Do: love this! "Fine, now I'm the bad guy" vibes 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

25. This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! DUDE!!! LOVE THIS!!! 🤣

26. Gorgeous: Love this! UGH SHUT UP YOUR PRETTY FACE! Also about Chris Evans lol

27. Getaway Car: Damn, I've had a few of these, and yeah nothing good happens in a getaway car. Doomed! Lol

28. Dress: HOT!!!

29. New Years Day: Oh my heart!!!

30. The Man: FUCK YES!!!

31. The Archer: wow, exhausting/exhausted, this poor kid!

32. London Boy: FUCK. (This totally made me think of JQ) lol

33. Paper Rings: LOVE!!! ❤️❤️❤️

34. Cruel Summer: relatable lol

35. Cardigan: Sobbing 😭

36. Ivy: UGH! Made me cry!

37. Exile: FML. SOBBING. FR UGLY CRYING.

38. Champagne Problems: this girl needs a hug

39. Illicit Affairs: OUCH!

40. Coney Island: 🖤

41. Hoax: I am bereft. I feel like I just broke up with all of my exes at once.

42. Gold Rush: definitely about Chris Evans. Also the way I flirt, if you're too perfect, I avoid and ignore. And if I can't do that, I heckle.

43. Tis the Damn Season: FEEEEELS!!!

44. Mirrorball: she needs all of the hugs, and some real friends.

45. No Body, No Crime: I would absolutely hide bodies for her. I would die for her.

45. Betty: I have questions? Also, I 🖤 when she says fuck.

46: Evermore: I liked it, but I didn't have a definitive "note"

47. Antihero: HA!

48. Maroon: I really love it when she says fuck. It may be a new kink for me.

49. Lavender Haze: I really want her to get a girlfriend.

50. You're on Your Own Kid: SO GOOD!

51. Bejeweled: FUCK YES!!!

52. Mastermind: 😈😈😈 I've done this. This is me.

53. The Great War: bonded like war buddies lol

54. High Infidelity: Feels decidedly Hellcheery

55. Would've Could've Should've: DAAAAAMMMMNNN!!!!

56. Dear Reader: WOW

And I am SPENT! This was a rollercoaster of emotions, and I enjoyed the whole fucking time. I am now a ride or die T Swift fan. Dude, I had no idea. Thank you so much MJ for this guided tour, I had the best time today! 🥰

#my introduction to Taylor Swift #idontgettechnology #she loves me and she gives the best presents #taytay #tswift #taylor swift is amazing #and an angel #and we don't deserve her #i can't believe i just said that on the internet #i still also love Metallica though lol

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childotkw · 2 years

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It's kinda funny how Riddle, Bellatrix and Lucius, though all three of them are quiet powerful, are cautiously circling around Hadrian, wary of his reaction. Also, Lucius long suffering with psychopaths (Hadrian's included on that list for sure) never gets old. My man over here probably rants to Narcissa about it all the time.

It's so satisfying to see Hadrian keeping up with the most powerful wizards in Britain - not only Riddle, but also Dumbledore. As Riddle said before, for all Hadrian's talent, he's still painfully young compare to them, which is evident in how he walked right into the trap while talking with Dumbledore. But when he is one step ahead of them or comes with a vicious comeback, it makes you excited for Fractured Hearts when he is seven years older, far more mature and experienced than in CS, especially without Lily breathing down his neck all the time.

I've a question though, regarding the purpose of Lily's kidnapping - what exactly was Riddle planning to do at Malfoy's ball if Hadrian didn't outsmarted him? In the next chapter we saw him going to Snape for the numbing cream which means that he didn't have it with him at that time so he wasn't planning on marking Hadrian. Was he going for an Unbreakable Vow perhaps (he had Bellatrix or Lucius with him to serve as a Bonder)?🤔

Sorry for all the asks I've been sending you these days, I'm enjoying myself far too much rereading CS and I don't have anyone to share the joy with. I know you've said you don't mind but I still feel a need to apologize🥺

It really is! I do like that, regardless of his age, there's just something a little unsettling about Hadrian that others can't help but react to. Lucius is just hoping to get out of CS with his sanity intact but I crawled up from the pits of hell and said shan't.

I love what you've pointed out here though, because it's one of my favourite things about Hadrian! I like that he makes mistakes and does stupid shit sometimes. He's undoubtedly intelligent and capable, but he's also young, impulsive and reckless. Utter dumbass, but we love him.

On the flipside as well, I think he's retaliation against people that hurt him is - while usually impressive and clever - also an indication of his immaturity compared to people like Riddle and Dumbledore. Hadrian lacks a certain temperance. His reactions are, more often than not, an overreaction. Which isn't a bad thing, it's just an interesting difference between him and some of the older characters.

Seeing what he grows into in Fractured Hearts will be delightful 😉

For that scene in CS, if I'm remembering right, he was always intending to barter with Hadrian for his mother's freedom. He'd wanted to mark Hadrian since like, day three, and he'd never let go of the leverage Lily's kidnapping gave him. He would have forced Hadrian into a similar deal, still with the triquetra, and then whisked him away to his manor until he recovered.

The cream Riddle got from Severus was, in a way, a reward for Hadrian for having outsmarted him with the doppelgänger; even if it was never addressed or mentioned as such. Riddle didn't need to have it, but he was impressed, and he likes Hadrian - so he made the trip.

And don't apologise! These are fun to get. I love reading the little details people pick up on or the questions they have.

CS definitely has a lot of problems and holes in it, but it's a pretty lengthy story that's very inconsistently updated, so I'm always happy to clarify things. Actually, given how many years it's taken to write, I'm surprised there aren't more issues lmao.

#anonymous #HP #consuming shadows #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry

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I think the game heavily hints that Dirthamen is one of the elven gods we're going to face, likely as an antagonist, in the fourth game. A lot of fan speculation about that game also suggests he will show up, based on promotional material.

I mean, definitely he should show up in DA4. But then, DAI should have been more about the mage rebellion and should not have decided to make the entirety of the most visible non-Christianity-allegory pantheon in the game evil slavers, so really who knows what Bioware is going to do.

My main issue is that what we hear of Dirthamen doesn't really feel like villain shit? Like, his codex entry is basically "He lost his brother :( but then he tamed some evil ravens and found his brother :)", with none of the Horrible Deeds that some of the other Evanuris have to be persuaded away from, and while things did go to shit at his temple that wasn't until after he was sealed away, so there's no evidence that he was involved in that. And if Cole's comment about Dirthamen's Wisdom being left "for us" really does suggest that he left it there specifically for the Inquisitor to find (which is the sense I get), that gives the impression that he might actually be on the heroes' side; I mean, if he knew that the Inquisitor would be there then he might have known about the whole thing with Solas, in which case he'd have a very good reason not to help the Inquisitor, since Solas intended to bring the Veil back down, which would free him, and "the god of secrets and knowledge" doesn't sound like a position that would lend itself to rash judgments based on personal grudges. Also there is that Veil-strengthening artifact in there, which might be entirely random but just feels incredibly weird given you'd think he'd have a very good reason to want the Veil as weak as possible.

What I really want in DA4 is for it to turn out that Dirthamen was keeping an eye on the events of DAI, presumably through those weird ravens with the red markings, and would have stepped in to help deal with Corypheus, except he couldn't because Solas locked him (and preferably a few other non-murdering-slavers Evanuris) away along with the ones who actually deserved punishment. It would solve the problem of the abrupt "Uhhhhh the Evanuris were all evil please stop feeling bad for the underdogs" retcon in DAI ("only some of them were evil but Solas tarred all of them with the same brush in a rash judgment without considering the perspectives that didn't fit his narrative" is at least better than that, and if Bioware must "both sides" every discussion in these games they could at least include one example where that actually might apply) and mean that we don't have to accept that the only "good" Evanuris is the one who hung out in a swamp being an abusive mother for who-knows-how-long while her people's homeland was destroyed and they were hunted by the Chantry! And might justify Solas killing his bestest friend 5ever who he destroyed his world to avenge, if she knew that not all the Evanuris were evil and kept him in the dark for her own ends. Also like. "god of secrets and knowledge" has a spymaster feel and I love spymaster characters, so. more please.

#dragon age inquisition #dirthamen #asks #anon

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despite given the impression of being such a soft individual, it wasn't often that rei cried, or shed a tear, but the idea of possibly losing someone close to her ( after fearing losing futaba too ), truly frightened her. even if she hadn't been looking for a relationship, all doubt aside, rei was happy. she didn't expect her friends to accept it, or even understand, but being confronted like that had left her feeling as if she had done something wrong regardless of how she felt—as if the joy that she felt wasn't warranted, & instead, she should be ashamed of it.

rei never intended to hurt fang with her comments, but she was hurt over the way she responded—so vile & mean-spirited. her following comments did not help, as ' love at first sight ' made it sound even more ridiculous. she honestly couldn't explain it, nor felt like doing so after that ; tensing up at the contact she made when fang reached over & pulled her back closer.

"...i'm sorry for my comment." she mumbled, feeling especially vulnerable when arms were wrapped around her, as if displaying that same fear that she had over losing someone. "i know it's hard for you... & that's why i didn't want to pull you away when those guys showed up. i know you miss that." the attention, the semblance of normality. in that sense, rei had looked past the red flags for the sake of giving someone the benefit of the doubt...just as she had done with jiro. it made her feel all the more guilty over what she said ; glancing in her direction with a glazy stare. "it's just... i don't know." she admitted, looking unsure on how to phrase her thoughts. "i just know i'm happy with him, you, futaba... i don't want to lose either of you." she added, finally leaning her head to the side, making contact with fang. "i will tell him to be nicer to you."

Seeing people cry, especially those she was close to, was always rather awkward for Fang. She was not really the supportive type, and if, then more in doing something than offering some soothing words. She had not forgotten, that she had cried a little around Rei herself, but not something, she ever wanted to repeat, it was simply embarrassing for her, even though the received support & comfort was rather nice. The issue was though, that she did not feel bad for anything she had said towards her friend and honestly, she had not expected her to cry about any of this, unaware of her fears. "Heh, there is nothing to cry after," she voiced rather awkwardly, nudging her friend gently. "It's not like anything gonna change, especially since I'm sure that Futaba won't stay long with such an idiot, he will ruin it himself."

Fang could only grimace, even though she had said it herself, she still disliked hearing how guilty she was, how desperate for something that she should not miss in the end. At least not in such a way, she was not sure. Still feeling rather conflicted over everything. "I wouldn't say miss," she dared to correct, definitely feeling embarrassed about her needs, if put in such a way. Sex was fun, but no basic need now, right? Trying to sugarcoat it for herself, so she would stop being so bitter about everything that pertained boys. "I'm okay," she mumbled, trying to avoid any more focus on her, and simply squeezed Rei in her hold, before slowly letting go.

"Lose, oh..." So that was it, Fang had to grin a little. "Ah, your guy may sucks, but I wouldn't suddenly end all connections to you and I am sure, Futaba won't be any different but she probably gonna focus on him for now." Which made her snort, doubting that she would have any luck. She simply could not imagine him being interested in Futaba. "It's not like, he the first guy who gonna leave her." Assuming Futaba should be used to it and take it like a champ. "I had tons of guys reject me." Simply shrugging at that, even though it had always annoyed her and scratched on her ego. "Happy, huh?" How cheesy. "Were you unhappy before?" she had to wonder, while completely ignoring her comment about telling Jiro to stop being a dick, doubting it would work.

#╳ ——「 query.」#mugunghwc

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carolina (spencer reid/reader

Title: Carolina

Request: no, but it was written for @spencerreidbingo

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut/angst, with a tiny bit of fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (praise kink, mild-innocence kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral (male & female), penetrative sex, unprotected sex/cream pie, grinding/petting, hairpulling, breathplay, multiple orgasms, possessive kink, orgasm denial), partying, drinking, swearing, large age gap (between two consenting adults), professor/student, post prison!reid, quick mentions of drinks being drugged (but not actually happening) (if I missed anything, please let me know)

Word Count: 9,064

Summary: Spencer thinks his peer is innocent. But little does he not, she’s not as innocent as he thinks.

A/N: it’s based on carolina by harry styles, bc im a sucker for a good harry song. This was written for @spencerreidbingo (i’ll have a separate post with more about that). this takes up the breathplay square on my card (pictured below). This is also the first time im writing a blowjob scene, so im really sorry if it’s not good. i also didn’t have a beta for this, so im kinda blindly posting this. and, lastly, this is a lot longer than i intended. i didn’t mean for it to get this long… it’s just a bunch of words my brain wouldn’t stop saying until i wrote it... i seriously hope you all enjoy this. thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~

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I kept my eyes low as I stepped into the lecture hall 5 minutes before anyone else. The professor was writing something on the chalkboard, so his back was facing the room.

“Uh, hello,” I spoked, stepping closer to his desk. He jumped slightly and dropped his chalk at the sound of my voice. I would have expected him to know students would be showing up earlier, considering it was the start of a new semester. And, I honestly would have assumed he was told a new student was coming. That’s not my job.

“Oh, sorry,” he turned around to face me. I smiled softly, watching

as he bent down to pick up the chalk. I cocked my head to the side, watching his backside as he stood back up. He pushed his hair away from his face. “You must be the new transfer,” he asked, resting the chalk on his desk, beside a pile of pens.

“Yep. That’s me…” I smiled, looking up at his face, keeping myself from further checking him out. I quickly offered my hand and gave him my name. “I know I’m early. I figured I’d get the syllabus from you now instead of after class,” I nodded as I adjusted my grip on my bag. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my face and then down my body, and that moment felt like an eternity. I shouldn’t be mad or frustrated with him. I basically did the same thing to him moments ago.

I cleared my throat to get his attention once again. “The, uh… The syllabus?” I asked as my smile faltered slightly. He looked at me before looking at the pile of papers on his desk before quickly moving.

“Right, right, sorry,” he muttered as he began shuffling through the piles of paper on his desk. “Um, here you are,” he looked back up at me as he handed me a small packet. I looked at it for a moment before looking back up at the teacher.

“Perfect, thank you,” I spoke, my words kind of lingering because he never actually gave me his name.

“Right, sorry, Spencer. Spencer Reid. I won’t be a drill sergeant about the whole Mr., Dr., Professor. You can call me whatever you want,” he smiled as he placed his hands on the back of his chair. I held back my laughter and the wildly inappropriate joke that I wanted to make.

“Well, Professor Reid,” I smiled as I looked down at my watch, “I better go find a seat before your class starts. I can’t wait to be in your class,” I looked up at him before turning to find a spot. When I sat down, Spencer looked at me with a smile, before going back to writing on the chalkboard.

I quickly and quietly pulled out my books and pens as the other people in the class filed in and took their seats. Spencer quickly finished writing on the board before turning around to greet the class. And, even as he spoke to the class, and looked around at each of the other students, his eyes always landed on me, lingering for a moment before going elsewhere.

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Five months. Five months into being in Spencer Reid’s class, and I have been suffering. I’m not a new student anymore. But the only friendship I’ve made is with my fucking professor, and there’s a certain level of tension between us. That tension was probably thanks to him staring at me during lectures, and me teasing him while he taught. It wasn’t too bothersome, but I definitely wanted something to happen. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think anything will happen.

So, can someone please tell me why I invited Spencer over to help me study for a test? It’s a stupid question too, that I already figured out the answer to… I even finished studying for the day, and I’m going to a stupid party. Maybe I could get him to go with… And maybe, just maybe, something could happen.

I nearly jumped when there was a knock on the door. It’s not that I forgot he was coming over. It’s that I was so wrapped up in doing my makeup and forgot what time it was. My mascara almost smudged when I jumped back. Thank God it didn’t smudge too terribly.

I grabbed my shirt off the counter and threw it on (not bothering to zip it), before running to the front door. I smoothed out my skirt before pulling the door open. And, there stood Spencer.

“Hope I’m not too late,” he looked down at me and smiled. Although, his smile didn’t stay for too long when he saw what I was wearing. He wasn’t disappointed though, no. He was… He clearly liked what he saw, I’ll just put it that way.

“Oh! Thanks for coming over, but I actually figured it out. I should’ve called you,” I looked up at Spencer as he stepped into my apartment. I struggled to zip the back of my blouse as I walked towards my room. I looked back over my shoulder and noted that Spencer was, indeed, still following me. “Can you zip me up,” I stopped in my tracks before giving up on zipping my blouse. It was a black crop top that paired well with the pale pink tennis skirt.

“Where… Where exactly are you going tonight? It’s a, uh, it’s a school night,” he asked as he lifted his hands. The cool metal of the zipper pressed against my back, causing a shiver to go through my spine.

“Uh, there’s this party,” I answered, stepping away from him and towards the bathroom, “Thought I’d go,” I looked at him in the mirror. Spencer looked around the bathroom, at the messy mess I had made on my counter. Different pallets of makeup and tools were strewn about, a varying amount of hair care products tossed here and there. It honestly looked like a bathroom of a pageant queen, and not a 20-something-year-old. In my defense, I had to dress to impress someone here in this stupid university.

“Is that, uh… Is that smart?” Spencer asked, leaning against the door jamb. I looked up at him as I put on some luxurious red lipstick. I smiled as I looked at him.

“I think it is,” I laughed as I picked up something else and turned to look at him, “You wanna come? I wasn’t invited,” I smiled wickedly as I looked at him. His face paled two shades as he looked at me. “Oh, c’mon, Professor, no one will know us there, and I can assure you, no one will even see us,” I looked up at him as I readjusted his tie. He looked down at me before swallowing roughly.

“I don-”

“I do need a designated driver,” I spoke before cutting him off. I walked past him and towards my room. Part of me wondered what he was thinking as I so rudely rushed past him, or cut him off, or whatever I was doing. I wished I could hear his thoughts. I wondered if they consisted of “The mouth on that girl,” or, “I should punish her for the way she’s acting,” or, my personal favorite, “I should put that mouth to good use,”

“How old are you again?” Spencer asked once I sat down on my bed. I looked up at him as I slipped my shoes on.

“22,” I smiled and stood up, “Why, is that important?” I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.

“Couldn’t remember,” he lied. We both knew he was lying. He even knew that too. Freaking walking computer is what he is. There's no way he conveniently forgot how old I was. “Are you going to be out late?”

“Why? It’s not like you’re my dad or anything?” I laughed, leading him back to the front door of the house. “I don’t plan on being out too late. I know there’s class tomorrow,” I shrugged as I walked towards his car.

We both stayed silent as he drove with the directions I was quietly giving him. I was pleasantly happy that we were both quiet, but what I hated was the sudden awkward sexual tension that was between us. If he didn’t have this… domineering personality over me there probably wouldn’t be this tension between us.

“Are you going to come with me?” I looked up at him as I unbuckled. He glanced over at me with slight disappointment in his eye. I felt a little bad, but I really wanted to go to this party, I wasn’t going to let my professor’s disappointment stop me. “Please,” I whispered. He sighed before unbuckling himself. I had to force myself to not verbally giggle with excitement before slipping out of the car. Spencer looked down at me as I twisted my hips to swish my skirt. I smiled as I entertained myself. I'm sure if I wasn't watching my skirt, I would have been staring at him, giving myself away.

“Steps,” Spencer muttered as we got closer to the porch. I looked up at him before looking towards the small staircase. I looked up at Spencer with a smile. He glanced back down at me, a worried crease in his brow. I looked down at my skirt and smoothed it out. I looked at the door as we stood close to it, I contemplated knocking.

“So, you weren’t invited to this party?” Spencer asked, looking down at me. His voice stopped me from knocking. Instead, I looked up at him and smiled back up at him. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer from me. My smile grew playful as I looked back at the door, raising my fist to knock on it. “No answer?” he asked, still waiting for my answer.

“Oh, please, Professor Reid, I can get into the hottest parties in LA without an invitation,” I smiled at him. That was a little bit of an over-exaggeration. Most college parties I could get into. But not LA parties. Someday though…

The door swung open, and we were instantly met with loud music blaring through a speaker somewhere in the house. People’s voices and chatter carried all throughout the house, coming through the various rooms and clusters around. “Are you coming in to babysit me? Or, are you going to go back to your car to read the science of the mathematical phenomenon,” I looked up at him, offering my hand to him. I wasn’t exactly sure if that was a real book or not, but I wouldn’t put it past Spencer to read.

“I’m not babysitting you,” he corrected as he looked down at me with a disappointed look in his eye. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

“Are you going to come in and watch me drink and party and have fun, Professor… Or, are you going to go back to your car and read your silly little book,” I looked down at my hand, silently telling him to take my hand and come in with me.

“I, uh, I don’t think it’s exactly in the rules for a professor to party, let alone drink, with their students,” Spencer spoke before looking down at my hand. I dropped my shoulders and looked up at him.

“Fine then… Suit yourself,” I turned around and basically skipped into the house, leaving the door open for him. I made my way towards the loud kitchen and grabbed for a cup and bottle of whatever booze was nearby. I blindly grabbed for a bottle of Grey Goose and dumped it into the cup, no mixer, no chaser.

“First off,” Spencer’s voice came from beside me. I looked up at him and took a long sip of vodka. “You shouldn’t be taking drinks from people at a party,” he spoke, taking the cup from me. I looked up at him, then the bottle and a new cup. I was only a little annoyed that he took my drink.

“I… I’m young. I’m not dumb,” I grabbed a new cup and poured more vodka. I looked up at him and offered him a sip. “I know not to drink something given to me by someone I don’t know.” I scoffed before taking another long sip. I cringed a bit at how strong it was.

“Even then someone could slip something into a drink! Even if you did know them!” Spencer exclaimed, causing the surrounding people to turn and look at us. I dropped my shoulders as I looked up at him.

“If you look around, Spencer, you’re the only person that I know. So unless you’re the one slipping something into my drink… And, as an FBI agent… I don’t think you would,” I cocked my head to my shoulder. Spencer looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You have more to say,” I added before taking a sip of my drink.

"And, secondly, you're not as innocent as I had originally thought you were," he watched as I brought the cup of straight vodka to my lips. He looked rather unamused with my talent for drinking straight vodka.

"You thought I was innocent?" I asked, nearly sputtering the liquid with my laughter. "Please! I've never been innocent in my entire life!" I shouted over the music. He raised an eyebrow at my statement, and suddenly I had the greatest idea in the world. "But maybe, just for you, I'll be a good girl," I smiled before drinking the rest of my drink in one go. Spencer looked down at me, his lips pressed into a fine as he stared down at me. Ohh, that definitely awoken something in him. I bit back my smile with my offer. Innocent… He thinks I’m innocent. Ha! I honestly don’t remember the last time I was innocent. And, honestly, just for him… I’d be an innocent, good, little girl for Spencer Reid any day, every day even. “I can be your good, innocent little girl,” I smiled at him and cocked my head.

"I don't… I don't think that'd be… appropriate," he spoke, his words very quiet. We both knew that even though it was inappropriate, we both wanted it. We both knew what we wanted to.

I glanced at him before pouring more drink for myself. "You should learn to pace yourself," he stated and changed the subject. He nervously looked at the bottle of vodka and then around the room at all the other people drinking. Or, he was just looking for a drink that wasn’t booze. Did he actually want to keep me safe, or was I just overreading him?

"It's a college party, Professor! I'm not going to pace myself!" I shouted just to get his attention back to me. His head shot back down to me. The level of concern on his face only made me feel a little bad, mostly because he was concerned for me. But, he should know… This is a college party. “Do you want some?” I asked, offering my drink to him again. I held it up to him, close to his lips. His face twisted up as soon as the scent of pure vodka hit his nose.

“No, no thanks,” he held up at hand to block the cup from his face. I pouted before bringing it to my lips. “Do you usually come to parties,” he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Part of me wondered if he wanted to continue that question with “Like this?” But, I was too busy keeping my eyes on his face, rather than looking around the room like he was. Although, I’m sure he was used to keeping an eye on his surroundings. I’ve never been too worried about it, I probably should… But hey, you only live once. Going to college parties with your 38-year-old professor, and drinking straight vodka, and not really caring about your surroundings proves my point of YOLO.

“If I don’t have class or anything to study for… Yep,” I looked up at him with a sneaky smile. The joke with that was his particular class had a test coming up soon, and I should be studying for it. He knew that too because he just announced the test this morning. Although, he did come to my home, to help me with said test. “But, I wouldn't show up to his class hungover. It’d disappoint him too much. And, he’d care too much about me to even focus on the rest of the class,” I spoke, answering the questions he was thinking. It’s not like I’ve shown up to classes hungover before. Granted, I’ve never shown up to his class drunk or hungover. Mostly because I didn’t want to disappoint him, and only him. Anyone and everyone else can go blow themselves.

“How do you know that?” Spencer asked, looking back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled and stepped closer to him.

“How do I know what?” I cocked my head to my shoulder. I already knew what he meant by his question, but… I think teasing him and messing with him is fun. And, he knew that too.

“How do you know that you’d disappoint him?” he looked down at me, pressing his chin to his chest to get a better look at me. His hands were away from me, even though I really wanted his hands anywhere on me. I looked over at my hand and the cup I held before bringing it to my lips. I took a long sip, trying to finish the contents in one go. I tossed the cup over my shoulder and looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Because being hungover, with the slight possibility of still being drunk, would totally disappoint him… And I would hate to disappoint him.” I whispered and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me with something in his eyes, and I loved the way he looked at me. “I told you, Professor, I’d be a good girl for you,” I cocked my head to my shoulder and smiled, “And only for you,”

“You’re drunk,” he pointed out an obvious fake statement. So, I cackled and shook my head.

“I had one drink,” I scoffed and waved off my in the air, “Most definitely not enough to get me drunk,” I flattened his tie out before gripping it tightly, “Like I said, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I smiled before dropping my hand from his tie, “So, why would I show up to your class… Hungover…? I know you’d care… And I know it’d disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want to do to you,”

Spencer’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. He quickly looked between me and the room, then back at me, then around the room. I faked a yawn before looking away from him.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay, Professor?” I smoothed out his jacket before turning and leaving him alone in the kitchen. I smiled as I skipped away from him, my skirt swishing with my movement. I secretly hoped he’d follow me. But, a quick glance over my shoulder told me he was still in the kitchen.

However, when I finished my business and left the bathroom, Spencer was leaning against the wall right beside the door. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Follow me,” he muttered, grasping my wrist and pulling me down the various halls and past multiple groups of people. I giggled the harder his grasp grew on me and the faster he moved. I’m happy people were too busy with themselves to notice a 30-something-year-old man was dragging a 20-something-year-old girl down the hall, to which I can assume was one of the only open bedrooms. Fuck… I hope it's a bedroom.

He was a man on a mission. Not letting anyone get in his way. The smile that grew on my lips was pure excitement. I couldn’t help it. I’m sure we’re both getting what we wanted… I hope.

I let out an excited yelp when he shoved me into, exactly what I thought, an empty bedroom. I’m surprised he knew that there’d be an empty room. Most of them are occupied, with couples (or more) doing exactly what I hope we’re about to do. Which was fuck each other.

Spencer slammed the door shut, and quickly locked it before pushing me against it. I looked up at him and giggled like a fucking kid in a candy store. Again, I couldn’t help it.

Spencer was quiet, which led me to be quiet. The air in between us quickly grew hot and tense and thick. I really wanted this to move faster, but I wanted him to be the one in charge. I was willing to let this be slow and let him be in charge. So, when he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer’s voice was low and deep as he moved close to me. There was little to no space between us. Which left little to the imagination, for me anyway.

I looked up at him, with the biggest doe eyes I could muster, silently telling him that I wanted the most, in the entire world, was to be on my knees, with his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock down my throat, or to be fucked so hard that I won’t be able to sit properly for several days. But, I couldn’t be that blunt. You gotta play up to that moment before you get it. I’m sure in the end though, I’ll get both things.

I swallowed roughly, trying to think of what to say, because, like I said, I can’t just be blunt yet. So, when I opened my mouth and words just came out, I was pleasantly surprised with what was said. “You’re old enough to be my father, Professor,” I smiled at him as he pinned me against the door. He pressed his hips against mine to keep me against the surface. I could feel a large bulge against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. “Does that mean I get to call you daddy,” I whispered as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He is the one who said I could call him whatever I wanted… And he did just ask me what I wanted, and I guess I wanted to call him ‘Daddy’. There was no guessing about him.

Okay, he wasn't exactly old enough to be my father. But he was a lot older than me. Most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with men 15 years older than them… and most 20-something-year-olds aren't sleeping with their professor… I just wanted an excuse to call him 'Daddy'. And he knew that too. So, if we gave each other an excuse for that to happen, then that was all I needed.

I dropped my head to my shoulder to allow him to attack the space on my neck. He dragged his nose across my jawbone before stilling. His lips were just over my neck. As his breathing got heavier, it tickled across my skin.

“That does have a nice ring to it,” Spencer hummed as he dropped my hands and stepped away from me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I missed having his body pressed against mine, and he knew that.

I looked at him as I brought my hands to his belt. "I thought you said this wasn't appropriate, Daddy," I whispered as I quickly undid the belt buckle, without looking. I almost couldn’t move fast enough to unbutton and zip his pants. If he wanted me to stop, he would have stopped me by now. “Can I?” I looked up at him, a plea in my eyes.

"You've changed my mind," he muttered, watching me with such close intent, “God, please keep going,” he spoke like if I did stop now he’d probably die. I looked up at him as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He hissed as my fingers brushed against his cock. A small smile grew on my lips.

“Didn’t take much convincing,” I smiled as my fingers wrapped around him. A small groan fell from his lips as I looked up at him. When I pulled my hand away from him not even a moment later, he looked down at me with an alarmed expression on his face. I quickly spat on my palm before sticking my hand down his pants. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” I whispered as I slowly stroked up and down his length. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

“I’ve wanted this since you stepped foot in my classroom,” his voice was low and gravely as he spoke. My breathing picked up a little bit as I looked up at him.

Okay… Maybe he did know how long I’ve wanted this. Because I also wanted this the second I stepped into his lecture hall. I wanted his cock in my hands and his hand around my throat. It only took-what, five months for this? I’ll make it worth the wait.

“Does that feel good,” I whispered, carefully picking up speed and adding the slightest bit of pressure in my grip. Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed roughly and nodded. I smiled before pulling my hand away from him, again. I slowly lowered to my knees and kept my eyes on his face.

Spencer looked down at him as he gently pushed his fingers through my hair. His fingers gripping hard on my roots before pulling hard. I smiled before very slowly pulling down his slacks and boxers in one go. I was only a little bit intimidated by his size, but the excitement I felt went straight to my core.

I took a deep breath and swallowed roughly before looking up at him. My mouth fell open, and my tongue stuck out, silently telling him that it was okay. Although I don’t really know why I was telling him that it was okay, we both knew what we wanted, and it was only going to take me doing one thing.

I made eye contact with him as I ran my tongue on the side of his cock. Our eye contact didn’t last long, mostly because he let out a moan and dropped his head back. I smiled as I licked across his tip. A sweet and salty taste was on my tongue.

My jaw fell slack as I carefully took his length into my mouth. I closed my lips around him before slowly bobbing my head, with my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock. I wrapped a hand around what wouldn’t fit into my mouth. And wrapped my free arm around his leg for support.

The sounds of his moans and grunts filled the mostly quiet room. Music, although muffled through the walls and door, could still be heard from outside of our own world behind the door and four walls.

“You were right,” he struggled to speak through groans, “You aren’t as innocent as I thought,” Spencer's hand had a rough hold in my hair as he held me against him. His cock was penetrating my throat, and breathing was beginning to get difficult. My eyes grew wet and tears grew in the corners of my eyes.

“You’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me as the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if my makeup started smudging and I looked like an adolescent raccoon. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he struggled to let out a coo, before moving his hips closer to my face.

Everything about this moment, his hand in my hair, the sounds he was making, the way he smelled, being here… Was intoxicating. I’d give anything to be in this moment again. And I’d give anything to get this moment sooner.

My knees would hate me in the morning, I just know it. I could already sense the dreaded carpet burn before he even started. But, in all honesty, it’d be worth it. Walking into class tomorrow morning, with bruises and day-old wounds on my knees, just to see his expression.

As I began to pick up pace, the sounds Spencer was making started to become more urgent, easily telling me he was close. But, before he could finish, I pulled away from him, crashing into the wall to get away from his grasp. He looked down at me with a mild frustration on his face. I smiled before wiping my chin clean of spit.

“I guess chivalry is dead. Whatever happened to ladies first?” I asked, my voice a rasp from how raw my throat was. I looked up at him, feeling a certain level of sass grow in my smile. Spencer quickly tucked himself back into his pants before grabbing my hand.

“Come on, on your feet,” he muttered as he pulled me back up to a standing position. I nearly toppled over into him if he didn’t hold me upright. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Bed… Now?” I whispered, my tone showing how urgent I was. It’s not that I wanted this over with, it's that I wanted everything to happen to me all at once, and I wanted it to last for a long time.

Spencer nodded before cupping my face in his hands. He was harsh when he pressed his lips to mine, like his life depended on it, if he did kiss me now the world would end. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started guiding me towards the bed. And when the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, he pushed me back onto it. I quickly moved so my head was resting on the pillows. Spencer was quick to take his cardigan off and be over me.

“You’re not going to fail me, are you,” I joked as he quickly started leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. He lifted his head and looked down at me with confusion on his face. “If I’m a bad fuck,”

“If you ask that again, or bring up class while we’re doing this… Then yes,” he muttered as he looked at me. I laughed as I pushed my fingers through his hair.

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed as I pulled him down to kiss him, again. One of his hands landed on top of my breast, carefully kneading it, causing me to moan into his mouth.

His hand slowly drifted away from my chest. I pressed my head into the pillow and looked up at him with a smirk. He carefully dragged his fingers up from my chest to the base of my neck, causing me to let out a shaky gasp. I wanted fingers and a hand around my neck, carefully cutting off my airway just right. Suddenly, I never wanted something so badly in my life. Something dark flashed in his eyes as he looked down at me like he knew what I was about to say.

“Do it… I fucking dare you,” I muttered, placing both my hands around his wrist. My nose twitched as I stared at him. “I said fucking do it,” I spat, pushing his hand down more onto my neck. My words slowly got cut off as the pressure in his hand and fingers tightened around my neck. A moan struggled to escape me, but did eventually fall from my lips. He seemed pretty happy with that.

“Is that good,” his voice was a growl. I looked at him and moaned.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice growing raspier the more I spoke. He smirked before allowing his grip to tighten. His other hand was still sitting on top of my hips, and I could tell where he wanted to put it. I’d be a dirty, rotten liar if I didn’t want his hand up my skirt. In fact, I’d love it if he did more than just his hand.

Spencer swallowed roughly before finally sneaking a hand up my skirt and resting it on my underwear. My grip around his wrist got tighter as he pushed past my underwear and past my folds. My eyes fluttered closed as another moan was strangled in my throat.

“You’re so wet,” he purred as he slowly moved a finger around my clit. I looked up at him, as I struggled to swallow roughly. A dark smirk grew on his lips as he watched me struggle for a moment. “Does that feel good,” he asked, mildly mocking me from earlier. His movements picked up speed just a little bit, and my body reacted, well tried to react.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” he looked down at me. His pupils were so blown I could nearly see my reflection in them. “Another thing you were right about,” he whispered as he slipped a finger into my entrance, and curled it just right. My vision slowly blurred before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Another moan struggled to escape my throat as Spencer added a second finger.

My body was on autopilot as I lifted my hand and hit his wrist a few times, telling him that I desperately needed to breathe. When I reopened my eyes, I looked up at him a moment before he removed his hand from my neck. Worry and concern flashed in his eyes as I breathed. Air burned like fire in my lungs as I took a deep breath. As I exhaled a loud moan followed behind, easily telling Spencer and I that I had reached my first orgasm of the night. I just hope there will be more...

“You did such a good job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he looked down at me. With his free hand, he brushed the tears away from my cheeks. He carefully withdrew his hand from between my legs and held them up to his face. He looked at them for a moment before placing them in his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. I took a shaky breath and nodded.

He very sloppily pressed his lips to mine, then on the corner of my lips, and down my jaw, and neck. With one quick movement, a loud rip filled the room, as he tore my shirt off my body. I looked up at him with shock in my eyes. To be fair, that shirt was flimsy, to begin with. I was more worried about leaving my chest so exposed as we left the party.

“Oh, I’ll give you my sweater,” Spencer muttered before attacking my neck and then down to my collarbones, and over my breasts. I gasped as he wrapped his lips around a nipple.

“Mmm, Daddy,” I whimpered as I shifted under him. I brought my hands back up to his hair, tangling my fingers in the hairs on his neck. When he sensed that I was growing restless (even though he just started), he quickly left wet kisses down the rest of my body

“I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth,” he whispered once he was in between my legs. I looked down at him just as he looked up at me. “Good on your end for wearing such a short skirt,” he smiled before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. A shaky breath tumbled from my lips as I looked at him. “Makes for easier access,” he added before going higher up on my leg.

“You’re not going fast enough,” I whined as he just kept kissing, or licking, or rubbing my inner thighs. It was honestly getting annoying. I kind of felt bad for him. Considering I’ve already cum once, and I got him close but didn’t let him finish.

“I’m not going fast enough?” Spencer looked up at me. I shot him a scowl as I shifted slightly on the bed. Spencer looked back down the apex of my legs before looping two fingers around the band of my underwear. As soon as I lifted my hips, he pulled my underwear off my body and chucked them to the ground beside the bed. “How’s this for fast enough,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before licking between my folds. A breath of air got caught in my lungs as my hands found their way to his hair, my fingers getting knotted up in his roots.

“Mhm, Spencer,” I gasped, rolling my hips up at him. He hummed, sending vibrations straight to my core. My legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into his back as my own back arched.

“Ohh, Daddy, please don’t stop,” I cried, pressing my head into the pillow beneath my head. My fingers pulled hard on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He hummed again as he pushed two fingers back into my entrance. My grip in his hair tightened, and I could feel my grip wanting to loosen.

My breathing picked up as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. And all I could say was his name, and the suddenly loved nickname I had for him. He seemed to appreciate my reaction too, because he worked faster. Messy and wet sounds, mixed with my breathy moans and calls of his name filled the room, and my end was near.

“Fuck,” I shouted as I finally came undone. I could sense if I didn’t pull him away, he’d keep going, and going till I couldn’t take it anymore. And, honestly, that sounds great, but I think that’s for next time. I wanted him in me now. “Spencer, Spencer,” I cried as I tried to pull his head away, but failed so hard.

“Nuh huh,” he hummed, looking up at me. I took a deep breath and pressed my head into the pillow beneath me and threw an arm over my face. “Please, Spencer,” I cried as I bucked my hips at him, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. He was going faster than before and was clearly trying to work me to the end faster too. It was hard to breathe, and speak because my words would just get stuck in my throat.

Although, when I did cum, again, for the third time tonight, Spencer did move away from my legs. He knelt between them, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. My body was shaking lightly as I tried to come down from my high.

“Please,” I whispered, lifting a hand up, trying to reach for his tie. He looked down at me with a smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke. I could feel my voice becoming a little whiney. Spencer moved so he was hovering over me, his fingers gently brushing hair away from my face.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he whispered cupping my face in his hand. I looked up at his face, admiring his lips, and eyes, and nose, and the way his lips had a sheen from when he licked them clean and whatever was leftover from when he was eating me out.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, begged. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine for a moment. He sat up away from me to remove his sweater and shirt. My head was spinning from excitement, I didn’t even notice that he was totally undressed.

Spencer was back between my legs, looking down at me like I truly belonged right here. Or, like I was his to fuck with. Either way it was a good feeling.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice so low that I could hardly hear it over the bass of the loud music. I rapidly nodded my head, worried my answer was the wrong one. But it wasn’t. I desperately wanted this. Needed. I needed this.

Spencer hovered over me before putting an opened mouth kiss on my lips. I could hardly breathe as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and entrance. I could feel a moan getting caught in the middle of my throat, my body not being about to handle anymore teasing. Until, he very slowly pushed into me.

“Oh, good girl,” he repeated. Those two words, constantly coming off his tongue. Making me feel good. The praise that I hadn’t heard in such a long time, that I longed for. Part of me wondered if he knew I wanted it. “Has someone not been taking care of you?” he asked, looking down at me. I stared at him, not trusting my own voice. My mind was too distracted with the way I felt, light and airy but at the same time full. So I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered and kept shaking my head. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled before moving his hips. It took him a moment to get a perfect rhythm. He lips attached to different spots on my neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“Spencer,” I whispered as I moved my head closer to my shoulder to let him have more space.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he moved his hips so he was deeper in me, “You feel so good, and you’re all mine,” he pressed his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me closer up to him. My breathing got deep, my chest heaving with each breath I took. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to my face.

“Oh, be quiet,” I whispered before putting my lips on his. He smiled before passing his tongue between my lips. A moan fell from my lips, which he seemed to enjoy… Considering it was probably just music to his ears.

“I’ll only be quiet if you keep making those little noises,” he muttered against my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled again as I knotted my fingers in the hair on the back of his head.

“Faster,” I breathed out, keeping my eyes on him. Spencer laughed lightly as he picked up the speed. My hips bucked with his, meeting at the right points. “Please,” I whimpered as I threw my head back more into the pillow. He pulled his arm away from my back and brought his hand between our legs, where we met.

“It’s okay, Little Girl,” Spencer whispered before pressing his lips to the side of my face. I let out a shaky breah and arched my body into his. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. I almost wasn’t sure if it was fair that my professor was better in bed than other men my age. He was more experienced, to be fair. “You can finish, it’s okay,” he kept his voice low. It almost sounded like he was giving me permission.

I nodded my head, breathing heavily through my nose. “Mmm, Spencer,” I moaned, loudy, as my walls fluttered around him and my release came. And a few moments later, Spencer thrusted deep into me with a grunt, filling me with his essence. His body collapsed on top of me whence he finished.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers still tangled in his hair. My limbs were sore and shaking slightly from the rough movements. Spencer laughed lightly, agreeing with my statement. “We can’t sleep here,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ceiling above us. I wished we could just sleep here, mostly because I was exhausted after everything we did.

“I know,” Spencer replied as he slowly moved off and away from me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re messy now,” he muttered as he basically tumbled off the bed. I quickly sat up, just to make sure he was okay. Although I was happy he was okay, I quickly regretted moving as fast as I did.

“Your sweater,” I mumbled, reaching out towards where his sweater was lying. He looked down at it before picking it up to hand to me. He also grabbed a fistful of tissues and moved to between my legs, again. “Just give me your boxers,” I looked at him as he wiped the insides of my thighs clean. He looked back up at me, still cleaning my legs.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he spoke as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash. He grabbed his slacks and boxers, tossing me his boxers. I slipped them on under my skirt, and then slipped his sweater on.

“I’d hope so,” I whispered as I stood up. My body wobbled for a second, nearly falling over, before I caught my balance. Spencer looked back at me, looking at how fucked I looked. I mean, I probably looked about the same as him.

“I’d given you a ride home either way,” he said as he redressed. I looked at him with confusion on my face. Either way? So even if we hadn’t had sex, he would have given me a ride. I asked him and he said yes. So I would hope he’d given me a ride, even if we didn’t fuck.

Once we were both ready to leave this stupid party, that I didn’t even enjoy (well, I did, I was just in a different world), or was even invited to, we walked out. It was as easy as pie. And, since no one really knew either of us were here, I won’t be known as the girl who fucked the professor.

The drive home was quiet. Like, even quieter than the drive here. He didn’t even have the music playing. I wondered if it was my fault, if he was regretting what we had done. If I had known he’d be so regretful, I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck him. But, I guess its too late now.

When I looked out the window, I realized we were parked outside my apartment building. I looked down at my attire and looked back at Spencer.

“Thanks… Thanks for the ride… And thanks for the sweater. I’ll be sure to give it back to you… Eventually,” I looked up at Spencer as I pulled the door open to leave.

“See you Thursday,” he nodded at me. I looked at him before slamming the door shut. I scoffed before turning to walk up to my home. I couldn’t want to sleep.

{***}{***}{***}

Two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer and I fucked. Okay, not too bad. I don’t regret it, and I’m not afraid to say that. However, I think he might be regretting it. Considering he’d been nothing but ignoring me since the night of the par-Well, I wouldn’t say ignoring me since then. He did fuck me in his office the following Thursday. But, it’s still been two weeks since he last said anything to me. Fuck, I’ve never been so mad.

“Good morning, Professor Reid,” I looked at him as I skipped into his lecture hall. I heard his words begin to greet me back, but fail when he saw what I was wearing. “Best get to my seat. Excited for today’s lesson,” I readjusted the cardigan that hung off my shoulders before turning to go to my seat.

I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I walked away from him. Or, was he staring at my ass. Most likely my ass. It was my ass he was staring at. I was wearing a fairly short skirt, so that’s on me. But, I’d do anything to get his attention today. And it would appear I have gotten it.

His lesson wasn’t actually anything important. It was just revision for the test coming up soon. But, it was obvious he had other things on his mind, and I was very clearly one of them. It was honestly a little distracting if I’m going to be honest.

So, I was happy when he called the end of class 5 minutes early. Although that excitement was gone the second he called my name to the front to talk. I looked at the ground as I stood by his desk, waiting for the very last person to leave so Spencer and I could have our moment alone.

“What are you doing wearing that?” Spencer asked as soon as it was just us. I tried to ignore the fact that he was trying to take the sweater off me, and made my shoulders drop.

“What? This old thing?” I asked, pulling the cardigan that he let me wear around my body. I looked back at him and smiled. He was not smiling. “You gave it to me,” I scoffed, letting him take it off me without a fight. I watched as he folded it over the back of the chair before turning to face me.

“I gave it to you so your,” his words began to get jumbled up as he gestured to my boobs, “So you weren’t exposed in front of any-”

“So no one would see what belonged to you?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. Spencer looked down at me, a flabbergasted look on his face. I smiled and cocked my head to my shoulder.

“I… I never said that,” Spencer shook his head.

“Yeah, but you thought it,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Spencer looked down at me. I could tell that he was trying to be the one in charge, kinda like how he was the other night. But it was so, so clear that he couldn’t be in charge. That he wouldn’t be in charge now. That this was just embarrassing to him. Maybe that’s just how our dynamic would work. Out in public, I was the loud one, the one who made everyone think that I was in charge in the bedroom. And, Spencer, in public, was the quiet, shy, nervous one, who was clearly submissive in bed. But in actuality, he was telling me what to do, when and when I can’t cum.

“Why were you wearing that?” he asked again, his voice pulling me from my very dirty thoughts. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Because you were ignoring me! I needed to get your attention somehow! And then I remembered I still had that,” I smiled at him. I wished I still had his sweater on, because it was actually quite cozy and warm. The look he gave me made me drop my shoulders, suddenly feeling ashamed about the current situation. So, I stared at him, feeling annoyed. More annoyed than I have over the last two weeks. “Do you regret it?” I finally asked, not really knowing if he’d be mad with my question.

“Pardon me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “It’s not that I regret it-”

“So you do,” I looked back up at him and dropped my shoulders again. Before Spencer got the chance to say anything, I cut him off, “Oh please, you loved shoving your tongue, and cock, down my throat,” I scoffed before looking at him. The expression on his face flinched slightly as he looked back at me from behind the desk. “I get to… I get to be your good, little girl, your princess for, what, a week? A day? 12 hours? Whenever the fuck you want... And I’m supposed to go back to normal life the next day? And… And pretend that nothing happened!” I stared at him and shook my head. Spencer looked over at the door and back at me. “Thinking it’ll never happen again!” I shouted. I didn’t mean to shout, honest. But I was starting to get angry. He made me feel something like I belonged to someone. And now I don’t feel like that.

“Will you stop talking for a second,” he muttered before stepping away from me and his desk. He walked over to the door and shut it. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as he walked back over to me. “I never said you had to pretend as if nothing happened. And I never said that I regret it,” he spoke in a harsh whisper. I looked at him with mild irritation on my face.

“It sure fucking felt like it,” I spat at him.

“You’re all I think about… Christ, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that. I never said you had to forget everything… Because I’ve been having a hard time forgetting it myself.” He looked up at me. I almost refused to look at him, but his voice was so soft that I had to look at him. “I never expected you to forget,” he added.

“Then why are you acting like it didn’t happen,” I stared at him before swallowing roughly, “You made me feel like I was wanted, that I belonged somewhere, with someone,” I spoke as I stepped closer to him. It was only a little bit closer to him, not as much as I wanted. But he stepped closer to me, making it so we were the closest we had been all day, in one large step. "You remind me of home," I added in a whisper. Spencer smiled and cocked his head to his shoulder.

“You do belong somewhere,” he whispered, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling my heart pick up speed, and butterflies appear in my tummy. “And that somewhere is with me,” he brought at hand to my cheek, allowing his thumb to rest on my lower lip. I looked up at him before he pressed his lips to mine.

I was honestly expecting him to say something else. I don’t know what. But I liked what he said, it made me feel really good. Like, I belonged with him, and nothing could change that.

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I made a wish and you came true

Summary:

Sylvie asks to see what the prince of Loki looks like. When he shows her she laughs at him. Count on Professor Loki to give her a lecture about his Prince.

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Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32183185

1731 words - Rating G

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair and sings,

"When will you come home?"

Loki had to stop, overwhelmed by emotion.

Sylvie, her eyes devoid of all mockery, said softly, "So there is a would-be-princess somewhere..."

Loki chuckled sadly before replying, "I like metaphors you know, in this instance, it's not a princess, it's a prince, and I don't know if he's waiting for me or hoping to see me again, it's not even really my home, but..."

"...but you'd like to believe it, right?"

Loki could only nod.

"Show me your prince."

"No way," Loki replied, shaking his head.

"Come on, please Loki!" she paused before continuing, "If you show it to me I'll tell you in detail how I enchant people!

Loki couldn't resist, so he turned his hand and there appeared a mini hologram of Mobius.

Sylvie approached and looked at him closely before sitting down again.

Loki made Mobius disappear.

"Don't tell me that that little man with no stature, no class is YOUR prince?!"

Loki wished he had his brother's hammer to blast her with lightning bolts.

"Yes this is my prince! And your impudence has earned you a lecture on the definition of Prince Charming by Professor Loki!"

Sylvie snorted and told the passing maid to bring her a glass of champagne, because finally she was going to need it.

"First of all, you should know that the charming prince doesn't exist only in fairy tales.

In real life, he is not perfect but he has many qualities that are essential to be wonderful. Is Mobius my Prince Charming?" He didn't wait for an answer.

"To find out, I'll show you point by point that he meets all the criteria that make him a prince for me."

Sylvie settled back in her chair to enjoy the show.

"First, the Prince Charming is generous. He is generous in every sense of the word. He doesn't hesitate to invite you to an excellent restaurant and to offer you a gift you've been dreaming of. Ok, ok, I agree, I didn't have time to fully test that point. But that's not all! He is also generous in giving you all the time you need. He is also able to have an attention that will brighten your day. And Mobius devoted an enormous amount of time to me, when nothing required him to."

Loki thought back to the time Mobius had spent with him just before they left for the mission. He had taken the time to show Loki that he wasn't the villain he thought he was. Nothing forced him to.It wasn't necessary for the mission. In a place where everything was about time, Mobius hadn't hesitated to give him time.

Sylvie simply nodded and waved her hand impatiently for Loki to continue his « lecture."

He took a sip, cleared his throat and continued.

"Second, the Prince Charming committed. He knows what he wants. He gets up every morning knowing exactly where he is going and what he wants to do. He is also resolute, he has goals in life and intends to achieve them. What is touching is that he is not bragging. Humility is his middle name. Quite my Mobius."

Sylvie noted, fondly, the possessive pronoun, but said nothing.

"Even though he pisses me off, because he is narrow-minded about the TVA, what he thinks is real. Nevertheless, he still manages to impress me because he believes that what he does is his reality and that he does it for a better world, he does it with all his heart. And when he talks about it there is so much candor that even I have a hard time getting him to see the reality of things."

Loki remembered their discussion in the cafeteria.

Loki had asked him completely sincerely, because he wanted to know what made Mobius go on, "I mean, you really believe in all this stuff, don't you?"

Mobius had replied simply, "I don't get hung up on, 'Believe, not believe.' I just accept what is."

Loki had tried to show him the absurdity of a world ruled by the 3 time keepers and Mobius had replied by telling him that his story, Asgard, mystical realm, beyond the stars, Frost Giants was the same thing.

He remembered Mobius' words perfectly, "Actually it's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose."

Loki had chuckled, to hide the fact that he was disturbed by the accuracy of Mobius' argument.

Mobius concluded by saying, determined, "Cause the TVA is my life. And it's real because I believe it's real."

Committed, yes, his prince was. Loki realized that he missed their discussion. Rarely had he met someone who could resist him intellectually.

"Hey! Loki! Are you there? "Sylvie was waving her hand, seeing that he was lost in his thoughts.

Loki regained his composure and moved on to his next point.

"Third, the Prince Charming for me must be smart but not pretentious, yes because there can only be one pretentious and that is me of course. Who wouldn't want a smart, educated man? Mobius is extremely smart! Can you believe that he knows hundreds of languages more than I do because he has been working in the multiverse for so long! And best of all, when I tried to manipulate him on my first consulting assignment, he figured me out. He almost knew right away that I was trying to play for my own side. Okay, it's a little humiliating. But that's the charm of him."

If Loki was honest, that was when he started to fall under Mobius' spell.

He had been so sure that he could get what he wanted from him. He was sure he had hooked the fish and then Mobius had blurted out, "He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there."

Loki blushed slightly as he thought about how he had been found out by Mobius at that moment. That's when his interest had been piqued, because Loki couldn't resist a challenge.

"You know Loki, it's almost cute how you have it bad."

"There's nothing funny about that." retorted Loki before resuming, "Fourth, my prince is someone I can lean on. He is a pillar on which you can rest. Imagine, Sylvie, we were working at the same desk and I fell asleep. And on top of that he let me sleep. You know he has this quiet strength. That thing that makes me know that with him I don't have to pretend anymore. But anyway, I was talking about Mobius, not me."

Sylvie moved closer to Loki and said with a smile, "From my point of view it's the same thing."

"What?"

"Nothing, go on."

Loki looked at her strangely before continuing.

"Fifth, my prince is listening. You know I talk a lot and three quarters of the time to say nothing important. But Mobius, even if I tell him something stupid, he listens to me as if it were the most important thing in the world. And most importantly, he really hears me. He can read between my lines and my metaphors, which he also loves. He's much better at getting people to talk than I am. He was able to see and make me say things about myself that no one had heard before. Sometimes I feel like he's the only one who knows who I really am."

Loki had to stop because the scene was still so present in his mind.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline. I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius' tone, his look, his whole being turned toward Loki when he had said just that, "Okay, explain that to me.

Then Loki told him that he knew he was a villain.

Mobius' simple but straightforward answer was, "That's not how I see it."

"Hey Loki? You okay?" Sylvie had put her hand on his arm, looking concerned.

Loki pulled himself together.

"Yeah I'm fine."

He coughed and continued, "My Prince Mobius has an incredible number of qualities but I've summarized them for you because we don't have enough time. So I'm going to conclude this lesson by telling you that the quality that attracts me most to him is that he's surprising. He surprises me all the time. Which is paradoxical after all, I am supposed to be chaos and he is supposed to be order. But he surprises me. Where everyone else hates me, he is there and sees qualities in me that even I don't see. When everyone wants me gone, he doesn't hesitate to put his own head on the line so that I don't get erased. Mobius is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. Because precisely, he doesn't put me on a pedestal but he doesn't make me feel inferior either. He treats me as an equal."

"Okay, okay, okay, it's fine he's a Prince. But the mustache though..."

Loki looked mischievously at her and leaning in close to her ear, he said softly, "His moustache is very nice when he kisses me."

"Loki!" she moved back and flicked him on the forehead.

He took a sip of champagne and they remained silent for a few moments.

"And you told him all this, well not in so many words of course?"

Loki's smile disappeared.

"Because of you, I didn't have the time. And I hope that all of this won't have ruined this beginning of a relationship.Anyway, I'll tell him when we meet again, or at least I'll try to, as long as he wants to listen to me..."

Sylvie smiled softly, clinked her glass against Loki's and said softly, "You're insufferable to the core, but I sincerely wish you'd have the chance to talk to him. "

Loki nodded, this time he was determined to fight, because for the first time it was his own happiness that depended on it.

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#lokius #loki x mobius #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #sylvie laufeydottir #developing relationship

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mshomestyle · 3 years

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Ok this is gonna sound odd. But how would Kaminari and Shinsou (either separate or together would work tbh) react if their teenage daughter brought home her boyfriend but they don't trust him. Like he looks like a total fuck boy, but they wanna trust their daughter. So later on they would stealthily follow said boyfriend to make sure that he wouldn't hurt the daughter. While hiding Kami and/or Shin overhear him completely just bashing his friends words and shit because his so called 'friends' were disrespecting his girl/their daughter, and he wasn't having that. They then decide that he's alright. They'll leave baby girl in his hands. He looks like a bad boy, tattoos and piercings and the whole shebang. But clearly he drinks his "Respect Women" juice.

Bonus if the boyfriends favorite hero is Red Riot, so of course he's gonna be drinking that "women are queens" juice daily lol.

I never see any dad things for Kami or Shinsou and I hope to start something here. I think they'd be great dads tbh

Definitely not odd!

Thing their Daughter’s Boyfriend is bad when He really isn’t [Head Canons]:

(Kaminari, Shinsou)

Kaminari:

-Kaminari watched with an eyebrow raised as you buzzed around the dining room, setting the table and such. “Come on, he’ll be here soon,” you spoke.

-The hero only shrugged and casually picked up a dish, “He’s our daughter’s boyfriend. He has to impress us, not the other way around.” You just rolled your eyes at that.

-”Yes, and we’re trying not to embarrass her,” you said. Speaking of which, your daughter rushed into the dining room.

-”Thank you, mom,” she said before giving her father a pout. Kaminari sighed, but he relented.

-”Fine, fine,” he said, giving his baby girl’s head a rub, “I’ll be good.”

-About an hour later, the door bell rang, and since he was the closest, Kaminari went to answer it. Upon doing so, however, he was greeted by a teenage boy with several piercings and tattoos. “Uh...We’re not looking to buy anything,” he said.

-The boy just laughed “[Daughter Name] said you were funny!”

-Needless to say, Kaminari thought that something was up with this teen. There was no way his daughter could like some punk like this! He was in no way good enough for his daughter and Kaminari was gong to prove that.

-”He’s a nice kid, leave it alone,” you merely told him when he asked for your opinion.

-That went into one ear and out the other as soon enough Kaminari came up with the idea to see if this guy was legit or not.

-This guy came off as a fuck boy, after all, as the kids would say, and the last thing Kaminari wanted was for his daughter to get hurt. Make no mistake, however, as he did trust his baby girl, he just ultimately wanted to protect her.

-So, when the day finally came, Kaminari decided to misuse his hero training and follow after his daughter’s boyfriend.

-The guy wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary so far. He just met up with some friends and they went to hang out at a coffee shop. Typical of teens, but Kaminari remembered his days at that age and how he did similar.

-Making sure to sit at a table right behind the group, Kaminari listened intently. For some reason the teens seemed fire up, and he wondered why.

-”So, have you figured out if Charge Bolt’s daughter is as electrifying as her daddy.” Kaminari raised an eyebrow at this, feeling curious as the boys giggled. It took him awhile, but he finally figured out what they were saying, which caused him to nearly shoot out of his seat, intending to blow his cover and confront them on the spot. But then...

-”What are you talking about?” He heard his daughter’s boyfriend and his question seemed to make the others laugh louder.

-”You know, if she’s good in bed? Puts good use of her quirk there? She’s got such a nice body and such a smackable-”

-”Hey, you can’t disrespect women like that! And certainly not my girlfriend.” At the defense, Kaminari listened intently, not believing what he was hearing. “Besides, the first thing that shouldn’t come to mind when you think about a woman is sex and her looks. She’s a person and very sweet, so I better not hear you talking about women like that again, especially her.” The way your boyfriend defended you sounded so sincere and passionate that Kaminari was awestruck.

-There was just no way this guy was that respectful...What he was saying was also sounding familiar, too, “I mean, what would Red Riot say? Everyone deserves respect, right?” Ah, there it was-But wait a second!

-”Red Riot, really?!” Kaminari completely blew his cover as he got up and approached the teens, who were looking at him rather shocked, “Charge Bolt! Charge Bolt should be your favorite hero!” Then in that moment, Kaminari quickly covered his mouth, realizing his mistake.

“Mr. Kaminari what are you doing here?”

-Needless to say, Kaminari now approves of his daughter’s boyfriend.

Shinsou:

-It got to a point in most relationships where parents were met with and got involved.

-Now, Shinsou’s daughter was definitely spoiled and loved by him. He wouldn’t do much things in fear of looking stupid, but when it came to his daughter, he would do anything and more.

-So, when she told him about her boyfriend, of course he wanted to meet the guy who got his daughter so interested.

-He and you had not met the teen yet, and this would be the first time your kid brought someone home, so this was rather exciting.

-”I told him all about you, dad, and he thinks you’re a cool hero and can’t wait to meet you,” The teen girl smiled. Shinsou returned her smile and rubbed at her head.

-”Well, I can’t wait to meet him.”

-Those were words that Shinsou certainly wanted to take back once he met the guy in question.

-The doorbell had rang without warning, and you rushed to open it, greeting what Shinsou knew to be known as a typical fuckboy.

-This guy showed up with his phone in hand, tattoos, piercings, and also wearing a leather jacket. Nope, Shinsou was not approving.

-He remained civil, however, not saying much during the dinner that the family ate together with their guest, but as soon as the boy left, he made his disdain known.

-”No, I don’t like him,” he told his daughter without delay once she asked, “You’re going to get your heart broken, and I won’t allow that.”

-”But daddy! You haven’t even gotten to know him yet!” Shinsou didn’t agree with that, which led to his daughter slamming her bedroom door on her way up. You just sighed and looked at your husband.

-”Come on, the boy is nice and makes good grades,” you said, though your words sailed right out the window.

-”I’ll prove it to her,” was all Shinsou said before turning in for the night.

-It was about a week later before he put his plan in motion. It was simple, he was going to follow the boy and record him cheating on his daughter. It was just bound to happen at some point, and he would use this as leverage to expose the boy and get you on his side for preventing his daughter from dating him. He’d spare her the broken heart, however by not telling her the truth.

-So, Shinsou found out where the teen was and began discreetly following him and his group of friends. Nothing was seeming out of the ordinary for now...

-”Oh, Red Riot!” Shinsou ducked, wondering if Kirishima were actually there, but all that could be seen was the hero appearing on a TV that his daughter’s boyfriend seemed to zero in on.

-’He likes Red Riot?’

-”Come on, dude,” his friends seemed to call him back, chuckling all the while.

-”I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said, only to receive more laughter.

-”I bet that’s what your girlfriend said last night!” The teen stopped dead in his tracks, and Shinsou felt as if he might end up getting his hero license revoked for beating some kids.

-”Hey, don’t make jokes like that, about any woman ever, okay? It’s not cool or funny.” That murderous feeling seemed pass as Shinsou’s eyes widened in surprise at what he was hearing.

-”Come on, it’s just a joke dude. I mean, your girlfriend’s hot! Be grateful we don’t think she’s gros-”

-The other teens immediately shut up as they were being glared at. “Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t give you a free pass to talk about her like that. So you better not ever.”

-Shinsou let out a sigh. He started to feel a bit sorry for his preconceived notions. He hated to think that his baby girl was all grown up and dating, but he knew that he should be grateful it was with such a good guy.

#kaminari #kaminari x reader #Kaminari Denki #dad kaminari #Shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #reader #reader insert #head cannons #headcanons #head canons #my hero academia dads

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a-master-procrastinator · 2 years

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Thoughts on 7.0 changes - second combat style, new UI, etc. (part 1/?)

While with story my thoughts are conflicted and will change with time, I have somewhat better time with other changes. Of course in 2 days I haven't tried absolutely every new feature, but some of them already left an impression. No story talk, so no spoilers, but if you want to experience all of that by yourself, my thoughts are going under the cut (also bc the post is long).

First, and one of the best changes, Clash of Destiny is back! Pretty much everyone who played already know, but hey I enjoy so much more than End in the Stars. Don't get me wrong, previous theme wasn't bad and grew on me, but Clash of Destiny is a classic.

New interface

I don't mind it that much. It feels a bit out of place with the rest of UI, but nothing that would make my life miserable. A couple of fixes, and it's fine. Font is definitely better than before.

One general complaint about new character sheet and inventory - I don't like that when I open them, the game freezes for a moment. It's never been a problem with old versions (aside from Legacy window). Maybe not a huge problem, but irritates me.

Inventory confused me: placement changed, 8x10 changed to 10x8 (which will take some getting used to), blue squares are too bright and hurt my eyes, but it's not all bad. Not having to open both inventory and character sheet to change gear is unusual, but convenient.

Character sheet has a couple of things I find uncomfortable - details on stats in separate window, the way our characters are shown (can't see outfits well, view from above is weird), chosen abilities in skill tree aren't highlighted well (can barely tell which ones I chose). I think those can be fixed fairly easy (maybe aside from stats window, it's more of personal preference)

Abilities window is fine, got used to it quickly.

New customization options

I haven't explored new character creation much, but I was looking forward to new hairstyles (didn't test myself, but saw screenshots and videos from other players). Had a character or two who could use those, but there were specific hairstyles I was hoping for, and I didn't see them, so it seems not all hair options made it to live servers, which is slightly disappointing, but again, nothing infuriating. New complexion options are fine, though I heard some of them don't make sense on chiss and mirialans (facial hair I mean).

Shared tagging

Another feature I was looking forward to, since it would make completing heroics in open areas a lot faster. As I was progressing with galactic seasons, I did a couple of heroics on Dromund Kaas. 3 out of 5 require killing mobs in open area to progress, so it was good to test shared tagging. It works! No need to group, no fear of accidentally stealing mobs, no need to wait for mobs to respawn. I never completed heroics on DK so fast before.

Galactic seasons 2

After seeing rewards from GS 2 I got interested in participating. Decorations look good enough (especially monitors on a wall), weapons are very nice, I really want to get them (aside from maybe dualsabers, not my cup of tea).

I like the change from 2 dailies and 2 weeklies to 1 daily and 10 weeklies (and you only have to complete 7, after that they get locked out). Instead of worrying about logging every day and do dailies so I get rewards in time, I can gain levels by completing weeklies any day (say weekend) and not worry too much about falling behind.

At first weeklies seemed like a slog, but I completed 5 weeklies and 1 daily season objective in 2 days and got 6 levels in reward track. Feels a lot better then season 1.

Second combat style

One of main things people, including me, were excited about in 7.0. I already made a post about possible second combat styles for my characters, and some of them got it today (because switching and arranging quickbars is a bit tedious).

Jedi Knight finally with double-bladed lightsaber, just as I intended for Ollin. (plus armor from cometic items vendor, wanted this chestpiece with hood down for a long time). Going with Infiltration because it has more lightsaber animations.

Shailla can finally be a healer with double-bladed lightsaber (obviously I can't heal with double-bladed lightsaber, but having Shadow and Sage on the same character is better than having 2 separate characters).

Since I have 2 versions of Jett in game I could roll with 2 new combat styles, but since there's a small possibility that new combat styles might be released in future (hoping for melee tech users with blades and all that) I only chose one. Operative is fun and all, but Powertech seemed like a more fitting choice: it's originally tied to BH, so it's not out of place (burn baby burn). Still deciding on which spec would be best, for now it's Advanced prototype because of many different tools.

Auletta can now use her very expensive pretty lightsaber for more than just show in game! Just as with Jett, still can't decide which spec would be better - Vengeance is too acrobatic for Auletta, but it has little laugh when using abilities (and Auletta chuckling during fight is definitey in character) and more different lightsaber animations; Rage isn't acrobatic, which is good, plus uses the Force more often, but it has a second jump (and 2 is too much for Auletta), and there's only one good animation with lightsaber.

Elixess can put her training from Ascendancy to use in game while still being the best gunslinger in the galaxy. Operative is a perfect choice - little chuckle during fight, poisons, knives and cool looking rifle.

Colishan is now able to show his descent to the Dark Side in game, going from Sage to Sorcerer. Actually, he has both because he doesn't have DS level, but I have dark V legacy achievement, so can choose Sorcerer as second combat style.

Played Shailla and Elixess with both combat styles and I gotta say, it's refreshing not being stuck with just one style. Of course I'd have to maintain subscription to have access to both, but it's still neat. And thank whoever is responsible for luck for loadouts working properly for me at least, saving choices, gear and placement of abilities on quickbars.

As you can probably tell, I'm enjoying this feature.

#so yeah this is a more positive post #there are features that i didn't like as much (probably will cover them a few days later)#but so far my biggest complain is ui #and even that can be fixed (if BW will do that ofc)#swtor #swtor 7.0 #space barbie is the real endgame #(bc second combat styles are ultimately space barbie to me)

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kdelarenta · 3 years

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3:00 am

pairing: sebastian wynric x f!speaker

rating: umm kind of angst kind of ?? idk

notes: had to delete the previous version because tumblr is acting up, sebastian belongs to @speakergame

tagged: @pearlsandsteel , @aplethoraoffictionalboys

She should be sleeping,she knows this.This isn't the first shitty motel she's had to stay in and not the first time a lovely neighbour decided to have some 'fun' (very loud fun) at three in the morning.

Good for them - at least they're getting some.

She just wishes it wasn't at three in the fucking morning,she hasn't been sleeping well as it is and she has to drive tomorrow. Sebastian did offer to take over though - of course he did. She can't explain it really,she still wants to drive. Josephine wasn't a person who could give someone else the wheel or a person who could just sit in the back seat (and relax). If she wasn't on a mission, she was training. If she wasn't driving,she was navigating. If she had free time,she was watching Emily - making sure she's okay. She doesn't think she can stop. Still it doesn't matter,she doesn't think.(about any of it really,she jumps and kicks and runs and saves and punches and then punches some more when she can't. can't save - can't save everyone).

Yeah...she's not going to sleep any time soon. Kicking the sheets off does nothing to keep off the heat that's been suffocating her since she layed down.

Getting a drink from that wending machine she saw in the hallway doesn't seem like a bad idea at all.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror she can see that she looks like hell,it's like the constant unease she's been feeling had managed to bleed out all over her face. She was wearing her pajamas- black shorts and an oversized grey t-shirt with a questionable quote ( god she would never ever buy it on her own but Em saw it and thought it looked cute and gave her that goofy smile and of course she had to buy it). Smiling despite herself she decides to go out anyway. It's three in the morning,no one's going to see her .

The hallway is quiet besides the constant moans and groans and shouts of someone's name - Paul. Well damn Paul. She's fully grinning now,she can't even bring herself to be mad. Taking a few turns she makes her way to the wending machine. Choosing from all the drinks is easy once she spots her favorite,she puts in the money,selects the drink and waits. The drink starts to move and then stops midway. Sighing,she presses the number again but the can is still stuck. She presses again - nothing.

,,Oh come on" she groans to no one in particular and smacks the machine. Nothing - the can just stays the same,mocking her.

Yeah,fuck this.

She's already halfway through the debate of whether she should continue kicking the machine or just going back to bed when she notices she's not alone. Sebastian is standing by the wall behind her. She doesn't know how long he'd been standing there but the small amused smile on his face gives away that he definitely saw everything. Great.

,,What?"

The accusatory tone and the wild hand gestures sure aren't helping her look any less embarrassed.

,,I want a Cola"

The tone of her voice brings out a low chuckle that warms her from the inside out. Just her luck that he's the one who's awake right now. It's not the first time that fate,karma or whoever has tried to shove promises of love and happiness in her face. Putting them just at the right place at the right time,taunting her with the things she wants but can't afford to have. This time feels different though,like they're more tightly intertwined instead of loosely vowen together. It'd be cruel really, if she wasn't enjoying it so much.

He makes his way over to her,stopping in front of the machine to examine it closely. That smile is still there as he pulls out a few bills and puts them in the machine. She watches him put in the same numbers and low and behold,both cans of soda fall down without a hitch. She's way more impressed than she should be but she does a good job of hiding it behind a carefully neutraled face and a small 'thank you'. He looks pleased with himself as she slowly sips the soda - the cool drink does nothing for her because now she's warm for a completely different reason. Neither of them talk as the moment continues interrupted only by the noise that starts up again and can somehow still be heard from over there.

,,Something keeping you up?"

His mocking tone is rewarded by a sharp glare that only seems to amuse him more.

,,Ha ha,very funny" her words are dry but she's still smiling. Their amused glance soon turns into one of their staring contests. Neither of them wants to back down and she wants to think that's it's just because they're both incredibly stubborn and not because they want to keep looking at each other's eyes. The thought brings a different sort of unease - every glance,every comeback,every accidental touch feels wrong,like she should know better (and she should). That's why she looks away first,like she always does.

,,So did you just want to play comedian or is there a reason why you're awake?"

Changing the subject - always a safe bet. The words are a little harsher than she intends them to be but he doesn't seem bothered. She's convinced he simply doesn't care because the possibility that he might actually be onto what she's doing makes the unease spread all the way from her stomach to her throat.

,,I was reading the case files again" There's a pause, she sees him tense for a moment. ,,This one feels..."

,, - tricky."

,, - different."

They turn to look at each other, settling in the feeling of quiet understanding. He gives a small nod.

So it's not just her.

She knows it's risky business . She remembers the early years - the first cases. The high of returning someone safely home , the hope of helping people live another day,the pride of being useful,of making a change. From that high - there's only one way down.

She remembers Em crying,lifeless bodies and the smell of blood under the shower. Waiting for Emily to fall asleep so she can cry too - figure out how she's going to look herself in the mirror tomorrow. It takes years.It takes practice. The words are clear and strict and second nature.

,, We can't save everyone."

,, I know."

She has to stop herself from asking how he knows - it's not her place. It's better like that anyway,she lets Em be positive and fly for a bit but she's right there to ground her again before she falls. Lost in thought she almost misses the way he's been analyzing her. His eyes skim over her face,briefly stopping at her eyes until they stop to her shirt. She expects him to smile or make a comment. Nothing.

,,Let me drive tomorrow."

She almost doesn't let him finish,the words leaving her mind before she registers them.

,,No need,I'll drive."

,,You're exhausted Josephine."

The strict look he gives her makes her want to roll her eyes. She wants to shout in frustration. It's fine. Why are you like this?

,,I'll manage."

This seems to set him off judging by the scowl quickly forming on this face. They're going to start shouting soon aren't they?

,,Why are you always like this? Just let me do this for you."

The words make her inhale sharply. The need to backtrack is almost suffocating, to just run to her room and leave him here or to just shout whatever to make him let it go.But she can already feel the agitation melting from her face. She can't yell, she can't argue, it's three in the morning and she's tired.

She takes a deep breath,wondering how people do this. How it comes so easy,spilling your soul all over the floor and watching it stain shoes. His shoes are clean - they should remain so. She can't see her face but whatever expression she has makes his soften almost too quickly in return. Maybe he's tired too ( tired of her).

,,Um.." is all that escapes her, an unintelligent sound amongst the thousand words that want to claw their way out.

,, I'm not ungrateful."

She hopes she sounds convincing but all she can focus on is the desperation that seeps out. Out of guilt or out of the inability to explain.

,, I know." he breathes out. And she knows he means it,his eyes are too honest and too soft when they find hers. It really is unfair, all of it.

,, I don't have the luxury of trusting people." The words stick like honey as she drags them out. She should probably say more,she should say more - because it's Sebastian and he's here and he understands.

,, Then trust me"

He sounds so resolute,so honest that she can't look him in the eye,she wouldn't dare. Her ears are pulsing,she's going to explode so instead she focuses on his hands. They're warm - she knows this. She wants to make a home there. She wants to put down roots,stay locked in them forever and surrender to the blazing warmth of a thousand suns. She can see it so clearly - the late night conversations,coffee dates,game nights with Emily, warm embraces and soft kisses.

This isn't the first daydream showed down her throat and it won't be the last. After the case he's going to leave. He'll get payed, he'll leave and she'll never see him again and that will be the end of it.

He won't be there when she eventually fails, she won't get the chance to fail him and she's glad.

She shakes her head and heads back to her room.

She's glad.

#speaker #speakergame #speaker game #sebastian wynric #oc: josephine #seer #*myfics

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akookminsupporter · 3 years

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To the other anon again. I may have come off as rude which I apologise for but I absolutely don't like when people base their speculation on someone's sexuality on mannerisms, traits or behaviour. Because that's what leads to stereotypes.

Yes, Jimin said in an interview that he now feels more comfortable because he can be himself. But that wasn't necessarily about his sexuality. During their debut days Bangtan had a macho image because they were intended to be more of a hip hop group. They were "bad boys" kinda. That was never how Jimin was. But he had to play his role. As the other guys had too.

Luckily with the years Bangtan was allowed to stray away from that image and Jimin could finally be the person he was. And that was not that macho guy.

Could this also be sexuality related? Sure. But even straight people would feel uncomfortable playing a role that absolutely doesn't match their personality.

If people consider Jimin not straight because of this why is Jungkook's "I'm still me" when asked to describe himself, a famous line from Love, Simon, not as telling?

Again, I also think Jimin is not straight. Yes, it's true that Tae once said to Jimin, I think it was 2013 or 2014, that he likes men too much and Jimin answered that he doesn't like Tae. Yes, it's also definitely suspicious to me that Jimin didn't directly deny him liking men. (Which would bring me to Jikook who also never denied they're a couple when asked but that's a different story.)

What I wanted to make clear that Jimin is not "more gay" than Jungkook just because of his mannerisms, behaviour or traits. And if you take that away, if you only go by their words and actions, Jungkook is way more outspoken about LGBTQ+.

One little side note: Your gaydar is a subjective feeling and speculation on someone's sexuality which you base on how you think a non-straight person should act, talk and look.

Hi again anon. As I said to the previous anon it's interesting how different the conversation about whether or not Jimin is LGTBI+ as a stop with Jungkook's is and how for some people (and I don't mean you exactly anon) what applies to Jungkook doesn't apply to Jimin, I mean the reasons why they think they are not.

Your side note is interesting, I don't think I've ever read a definition of gaydar like that, in fact I don't think I've ever had a clear definition of what gaydar is, I've always assumed it's something that only LGTBI+ people have and that it's a mystery to non LGTBI+ people and that they can't have one. Sometimes I think a person is LGTBI+ but then I become self-conscious about it because I start to think that I think that based on the stereotypes imposed by a largely homophobic society and not because the person is and gives that impression. I don't know if that makes sense.

edit: Anon, when Jimin and Jungkook were asked if they were a couple or not?

#anon #ask #JM #JMJK #JKJM

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pietromelim · 4 years

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Jesse Blackthorn and Lucie Herondale!

Takes place after Chain of Gold so will have spoilers!

Lucie Herondale was trying to write more of The Secret Princess Lucie,but she could barely keep her attention in her own novel.

After her conversation with Grace,she could only think about Jesse Blackthorn. He gave away his last breath in order to save James. To save her brother. And that was more than enough for Lucie to wish she could help Jesse.

Her strange power and it's connection with ghosts. She still didn't fully understand what she was able to do. Jesse was a different type of ghost and only three women could see him,she was one of them.

The other two were his mother,Tatiana Blackthorn,who was now confined in the Adamant Citadel with the Iron Sisters. She wouldn't leave anytime soon.

Jesse didn't seemed to be worried though,at least Lucie had that impression. Perhaps he didn't even knew of some of his mother's doings,but he knew that she was trying to bring him back. And Lucie could understand that.

Losing loved ones is never an easy thing to deal with,and perhaps sometimes one would wish to bring the beloved back from the dead. But wishing was one thing,doing it was something else.

And the other who could also see Jesse was his sister,Grace. Lucie didn't quite knew which kind of relationship they had. It could be like the one she had with James,her older brother. But then,she didn't knew the Blackthorn siblings that well to know.

She knew Jesse,she had known him for seven years now. Ever since she saw him on the forest that night,she never forgot his face,and she was just a little girl.

That had to have somekind of meaning.

-What are you thinking about? You seem to be so far from here.-Said a voice she knew well by now.

Jesse. Apparently he wanted to pay her a little visit.

Unlike the other times,Lucie wasn't startled. She was getting used to Jesse suddenly appearing at her room. It's not like she approved it,a gentleman would never do that,but Jesse wasn't like any other boy she met.

She always saw almost every boy she met as a brother. Though she didn't knew how she saw Jesse.

-I was just trying to write,but i'm not really inspired today. And you? Have you grown bored of your daily ghost activities?-Asked Lucie.

-I would say nightly ghost activities. But yes,i could go to the Inquisitor's house and talk to Grace,but i wouldn't like if the Inquisitor or his family to think that Grace is a crazy girl who talks to herself.-Said Jesse.

-And so you found yourself here to talk to me? I'm pretty sure my parents could think i'm mad myself if they heard our conversation.-Said Lucie.

-Nothing wrong with that. I heard that every writer is a bit nuts.-Jesse said,and Lucie laughed,making him smile.

-I wanted to thank you. Your last breath saved my brother's life. I have a great debt to you.-Lucie said.

Jesse shook his head.

-You owe me nothing Lucie. I am already dead,but your brother has a entire life ahead of him. I don't regret what i did.-Jesse said.

-Have you told Grace about it? Or your mother? I was wondering if you could go to the Adamant Citadel?-Asked Lucie.

-I didn't told Grace,nor my mother knows. I never really tried to go to the Citadel. Seems risky,even for a ghost like me.-Jesse said.

-It is a shame. It seems to me that saving my brother's life has caused you to hide things from your family.-Lucie said.

Jesse shrugged.

-It makes no difference. My mother was using necromancy in order to bring me back,and she knew what would happen if the Clave found out. I feel sorry for her,but she did this to herself. That demon nearly harmed Grace,and i wouldn't be able to stand that.-Jesse said.

There seemed to be a little bit of anger in his tone. Did he not wanted to live again? Necromancy was awful indeed,but one could understand Tatiana's reasons for wanting her son back.

-You and Grace seem to be quite close to each other. How is she dealing with the fact that you do not wish to be brought back?-Lucie asked.

-Would you mind if we talked about something else? Was it your novel that you were trying to write just now? Are you having a hard time finding inspiration,Lulu?-Jesse asked,smiling.

Lucie blushed hard. She was hoping that Jesse wouldn't remember that nickname Will had for her. He would always tease her now.

-Not really,no. Secret Princess Lucie is currently trying to find the best way to help the Good Old Ghost Boy! Though they do say the boy is very stubborn and likes to invade a lady's room in the middle of the night.-Lucie said.

Jesse's eyes widened.

-You are writing about me? Am i the Good Old Ghost Boy? That sounds awfully terrible!-Jesse said.

-Don't worry about it. Secret Princess Lucie is not a novel i intend to show to the world. Anyways,now that you no longer possess your last breath,we can no longer Ghost-Travel like we did before,right?-Lucie asked.

Jesse nodded.

-So it seems. I lost my solidity. I guess you could say i became more of a normal ghost now,though i'm still a little different.-Said Jesse.

It was a real shame that Jesse was no longer solid,like a normal boy would be. Lucie did felt like giving him a hug after he saved James,too bad she wouldn't be able to do that anymore.

Or at least,not for now. She was going to bring him back,she promised that for herself. It was the least she could do. And Grace was going to help her do it.

Jesse didn't want any help,so she was going to hide that from him,but it wasn't that important really. Once his eyes were open again,he would thank her,she was sure of it.

And perhaps he would do more than just that.

-You are quite unique,Jesse Blackthorn. This friendship is a little odd,isn't it? But i still like it. I like to be your friend.-Lucie said.

Jesse grinned.

-So do i. "The Intrepid Writer and The Mysterious Ghost". I definitely see a great novel there.-Jesse said.

Lucie only nodded. It was a great story alright. But that one she would keep to herself,in her heart.

#the last hours #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #chain of gold #cassandra clare #james herondale #grace blackthorn #tatiana blackthorn

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GERARD BEHAVIOR PART 1.

By the angel I don't even know how to start this. I want to make it clear that I'm a fan of Gerard and admire him for everything he's been through. MCR, like other bands, help me a lot BUT it doesn't mean that I will rub any of their heads because I won't! Oh maybe I separated this post into 2 parts because If it was not going to get too big and I don't want it because I know it gets tiresome to read. After making that clear (I hope) let's go to the post.

Note: This post is not intended to offend anyone, like any of my posts, but to show things that I found interesting and kind of hypocritical to tell the truth.

I don't know if I'm going to do it for topics or not so I'll just play around and see what comes out.

Frank, stage and feelings

Remember when G attacked F on stage?

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At that time you saw people saying "If F does this to G (or another band member), no one bothers, why did F get away with it and not G? Frank does it all the time!". And the answer is simple, because he did that kind of thing all the time. F's character does crazy and random things like that, although you can say that even when he hurts someone, he's usually not being malicious, unlike what G did. If G had done this kind of thing on stage no one would have cared.

G strikes me as the kind of guy who would do the wrong things even more to prove an argument. This is also childish, but I see in it (less so at that time). It is as if he never grew emotionally. If you think about all the years he spent hiding and drinking, you can see how he would be emotionally stunted. And since sober, he has had other people. And it wasn't changing. He, looked and still seems to be, that jealous, fascinated and hurt boy who seems to be outside everything.

That time also had rumors, some that we already know is true others are just 'rumors' since there are several people who have seen it.

1.) G had returned to drinking.

2.) G is an emotional person. This isn't a rumor, but an opinion based on observation. He is a desperate person who clings to whoever is convenient. You have to wonder what kind of person would take advantage of that kind of desperation and what their movites would be.

3.) G left "Kat" while she had cancer. Again, this is a rumor, although people who claim to know him insist that this is true.

4.) Jimmy U. was seen by a concert-goer buying cocaine from fans after a show, while Donna was in the vicinity, no less. This is the band that MCR have decided to take on tour with them, and what most of us do know about addicts is that when they are in recovery, they cut all ties to people who are still using.

5.) G was lying to Lz about how long he stayed with "Kat". But that's another rumor that was going around at the time.

Life and relationships.

A quick pass through 'Kat'. G started dating "Kat" when he was 22. Her name isn't kat, people call her that because he called her katmandu on the thank you notes on three cheers.

Moving on, G seems to be those types of people who seem to change their minds based on what other people are saying or doing. First of all, he seems to change his mind about life's huge decisions with the flick of a finger. As you leave your 6 year old girlfriend on the phone for no obvious reason while she was already sick a few months later, call the next girl who was nearby (It seems all you have to do to get engaged or marry G is to be with him a few times). Rumors were that she asked him to marry and G wanted to get married, he said that in some interviews. So an anonymous letter, or really some of them, saying that Eliza is a slut for using him. The next thing you know is that his engagement is off. It seemed like he really took the ring between songs during a concert (leading to speculation that maybe he had slipped his finger during the show). A very quick decision after someone "told" him that Eliza was wrong for him (it is rumored that this person was F).

Next thing you know, G is looking for a place to settle down and he decides on Portland because he says he loves it there. In the past he's made a big deal out of saying that he didn't want to be one of those people who died in the same place they were born. So a few weeks after his announcement that he was "in love" they're married. And now? Now it's all great to just stay in New Jersey, because that's where she lives (remembering that he moved from NJ to truly begin his life. One definitely got the feeling that he did NOT want to stay there for many different reasons.)

So quickly, the things he's been so passionate about, they change, too. He no longer cares about sending a positive message to his young fans. The inspiring speeches, they stop. Because you see, all of a sudden they are not "cool" to say anymore. That humble, helpful person, he doesn't fit in with the new hardcore crowd he has to impress. That guy who had a positive message, he's uncool now. He has to go, and he's replaced with an onstage diva covered in hickies, with his hand down his pants half the time, having an uncharacteristic fit of anger here, bitching there. Being a badass, fitting in with the rest of the badasses. Does G ever make any decisions based on what he feels? Of does he just make decisions based on what the people he's trying to impress feel? Idk.

Here's a thing, there are people who are easily led by people he's currently into. They'll base their decisions on whoever means the most to them at the time (whoever they want to impress) and then everyone else takes a backseat. Everyone else's opinions stop mattering to them. They say things like "Why does it bother you that I'm happy?" and "Can't you let me live my life?" when they're really living someone else's. The people who have always been there for them, all of a sudden they are the bad guys. And the more those caring people push them, the more stubborn they get. They will stay in a relationship, a location, a job, a situation or what have you, even after they are sick of it and want out, JUST to prove a point. Just to prove that they were not wrong, to prove that they are living their own lives.

This post got big and I'm going to do a 2 part.

-xø

#mcr return #mcromance #mcrx #mcr #mcr5 #my chemical romance #mcr mychem #mychemicalromance #gerardway #gerard way #gee way #frank iero #gerard way behavior

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