#I won’t change anything about this blog in the mean time because there’s no point
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Okay yeah. You can probably tell from. Everything about my blog. That I’m in a bit of a state. Right now.
I’m gonna wait to see if there’s an actual statement before any decisions but I’d probably stop watching NRB if Adam leaves anyways
#I won’t change anything about this blog in the mean time because there’s no point#YB moment#also it kinda annoys me that people are like ‘i KNEW something was wrong…#this and this and this make so much sense now…’ like no that is NOT what we need#‘I knew it!’ okay great awesome that doesn’t make me feel bad for not ‘seeing the signs’ at allll /s#but yeah. sorry
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TITLE: How they are when they eat you out
SUMMARY: OT8 blurb version of the title.
MASTERLIST
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: mentions of orgasms, sex positions, again nothing too major.
TAGLIST: @xhakumeix
A/N: here is another spicy blurb/work of mine! Thank you everyone for engaging with my posts, messaging and following! I really appreciate y’all 😭💗 also side note again, I’ll spellcheck this when I get home!
BANG CHAN
Deliberately goes slow. He likes foreplay but also teasing you. Thrives off of feeling your legs shake around his head as he goes down on you. If you can’t handle the overbearing intensity of pleasure, he’ll snake his arms around your thighs, gripping and holding you there to ensure that you will take everything he gives you.
However, Chan is a firm reinforcer of edging and uses his mouth to achieve that. He’ll have you squirming and trembling every single time he brings you to the edge. Whenever you try and inch closer towards his tongue, he’ll pull away, leaving you frustrated and angry. But edging has a high purpose, and that’s to make you cum ten times harder than you usually would.
“I know how much you want to cum right now,” Chan says. “So lie back and let me get you there.”
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MINHO
Eats pussy for sport and will make you cum as hard and as fast as possible and as many times as you’ll let him. He’ll tease when he wants but for the most part, he wants to watch you writhe and shake. Hearing you scream out his name is a phenomenon that he can never get over. Minho also likes eating you out in positions that will have you screaming and where you’re bound to cum - literally.
He will have your legs bent at your sides, tied up so you can’t move, and will eat you out for an hour or two, otherwise until you’re crying from how much pleasure you’re in. In those positions, there’s nowhere for you to go or move other than the surface of his hot tongue.
“Like cumming on my mouth don’t you?” Minho asks. “I’ll make you cum again, and again, and again - until you start to forget your name.”
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CHANGBIN
Eats it like he means it. Will make you cum more than once with his mouth and won’t settle for anything less. He will have you in tears from how intense the orgasms are that he gives you. It’s a real contrast to how tender and nurturing he is when it comes to taking care of you afterwards. Nonetheless, Changbin will eat you out like it’s the last thing he’ll do.
He doesn’t stop unless you want him to. Sometimes you give him free rein which, in all honesty, is a terrible idea sometimes because Changbin will cease at nothing to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars. What’s even better is because of his strength, it’s near to impossible to squirm away from his mouth, rendering you to cum hard regardless.
“Look how pretty you are when you cum,” Changbin sigh’s exasperatedly.
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HYUNJIN
Is very attentive. Studies every reaction that he brings out of you as soon as his mouth is buried in between your legs. Hyunjin also has the tendency to overstimulate the shit out of you. Half of the time he doesn’t actually mean to. He just gets off on the change in pitch of your moans, how you sometimes go silent when you cum, or when you grip onto his hair as tight as you can.
His method of making you orgasm multiple times ensures that your legs will be shaking and your moans will fill the space around him. The only unfortunate thing for him when it comes to eating you out is that he can’t see your entire body, especially when you cum.
“You’re shaking baby,” Hyunjin points out. “Feels that good, huh?”
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JISUNG
Is sloppy, but in the best way possible. He’s unfazed about how wet you are, how much of it gets on his face, if it’s on the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter - whatever. That’s applicable to every situation where he’s eating you out, even when Jisung feels lazy. In saying that, there are two sides to him, and he can go either way; he’ll either eat you out like he’s been deprived of it for months, or if he’s feeling lazy but still wants to go down on you, he’ll eat slowly.
If that’s the case, he will ask you to just sit on his face. It’s convenient for him to lie back and eat you out that way. Hell - he’ll even let you use his face to make yourself cum however many times you want. Jisung will say it so casually that it sometimes turns you on more. Despite him feeling lazy, that doesn’t mean to say that he isn’t into it - he is definitely into it.
“I’m horny as fuck,” Jisung says before smiling. “Sit on my face?”
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FELIX
Going down on you is already a task that’s intimate enough as it is, but Felix’s entire aura seems to enhance that even further, to the point where you feel so good that it’s emotional. Almost every time - guaranteed - Felix will interlock his fingers with yours when his head is buried between your legs. He’ll kiss your inner thighs, softly on your clit, delicately sucking and licking to slowly build you up to a peak.
He analyses what you like so well that every time he goes down on you, he makes sure to follow that routine to achieve the same results if not better. It’s almost like one of his games to him, except the rewards are better in every aspect. Lix just wants to make sure you feel good.
“Can never get enough of you,” Felix says. “Wanna make you cum as much as you’ll let me.”
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SEUNGMIN
Is a tease. Even during foreplay he’ll edge you with his mouth. He’ll never give you exactly what you want when you want it. If he’s going down on you, and you’re ready to cum, Seungmin will stop right before you start tipping over the edge just so he can fuck you in order to make you cum on his cock instead. Then again, if he feels generous, it’ll be his mouth that makes you cum, especially as a form of reward if you can go a day or two without being an absolute brat.
But that’s the side of Seungmin who likes to be dominant. There’s the other face of the coin where he can be very tender. In those instances when he is going down on you, expect to see a lot more affection from him. He won’t just focus solely on your clit, he’ll go slow, check in on you, and make you cum more than once because he’s also a gentleman.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good,” says Seungmin. “Nobody else can make you cum the way I do.”
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JEONGIN
Knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to eating you out. Jeongin chooses to go slow whenever he does because of how attentive he is. He wants to make sure that each second his face is buried in between your legs that your body feels good. Every now and then it’s a bit frustrating because all you want to do is just cum as quickly as you can, so as you squirm or grip his hair to try and make him go faster, that’s when he’ll decide to intentionally tease you and go slow.
He likes to hold around your thighs, gently squeezing them to hold you firm around his head. The struggles you have when it comes to putting up with his tongue is next level. He has the technique to make you cum in under a minute minimum. He’s unassuming but he’s just that good at it.
“Can feel your legs shaking,” Jeongin says. “I want to feel them shake even more.”
#stray kids smut#skz smut#lee know smut#rosiewritesskz#hyunjin smut#han jisung smut#i.n x reader#i.n smut#bang chan smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#changbin smut#hyunjin x reader#bang chan x reader#felix x reader#lee know x reader#seungmin x reader#han jisung x reader
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I hope people in the OSC (and other fandoms in general) who are ok with or neutral about Kosa realize that not only will we lose a bunch of platforms that allow us to interact with each other (Tumblr, discord, Ao3, Wattpad, Twitter, YouTube, etc) but will also get rid of at least 80-95% of our fandom.
The OSC consists mostly of people between 13-17 who (if Kosa goes through the Senate and Houses of Representatives and gets passed as a law) will most likely no longer have access to YouTube and other social platforms which actively kills almost all the people who read and watch Object Shows!
By visiting and sharing animated shows like II or BFDI those creators make money which gives them the means to keep making their shows and paying their animators, voice actors, writers and so much more. This bill will actively get rid of most of the people who watch these shows which will cause a large loss in support and revenue for these creators and will most likely mean the end for any smaller object show.
Object show comics rely on people sharing them around in fandom spaces since they’re not animated and put on YouTube like animated object shows are. By losing these spaces and the people who support their content these creators will no longer be able to reach a large audience and get the support they need to continue their comics. This means that we will lose a lot of the comics that the OSC has!
Most of the content you see in the OSC is made by minors, which this bill will actively destroy and thus kill this fandom and many others!
So I am begging of you OSC and other communities, Please please please sign petitions, tell your senators and representatives that you don’t want this bill to pass, and tell anyone that you can reach about how this Bill is a violation of privacy and minors' rights! Re-blog anything you see with helpful information about what Kosa is and keep talking about it! We need to tell people about it so that this doesn’t go through the Senate. Remember, the final day is February 26, we don’t have that long!!!
Here’s some helpful resources:
 https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/07/you-can-help-stop-these-bad-internet-bills
#kosa#stop kosa#kill kosa#kosa bill#internet censorship#kids online safety act#say no to kosa#online privacy#privacy violation#bad internet bills#down with internet censorship!!#internet freedom#stop bad internet bills#lgbtq+#transgender#queer community#osc#object shows#osc community#object show comics#object show community#inanimate insanity#bfdi#fandom spaces#ao3#wattpad
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Holy fuck! Not one, but TWO milestones to celebrate!
Sometime in April I hit 5000 followers and I was gonna celebrate then, but with my one year fic anniversary gbu899i (< my cat Gizmo typed this, we're leaving it here. Everyone wave to him) and mostly because the end of the semester right around the corner, I decided to wait until May in order to give this the attention it deserves. Here we are! May 10th marks one year of me writing fic here on tumblr, and I want to celebrate both achievements.
Your support has played such a vital role in making writing such a gratifying hobby of mine. Whether you’ve been here since I started writing a year ago or just recently stumbled across my blog, it means the world to me. Having people read, like, reblog, comment, and engage with my fics is beyond fucking incredible. You keep me inspired to keep writing.
It’s not easy for me to stick to a hobby for a year. Ask the 20% finished afgan I started knitting two years ago that hasn’t been touched in months!! It’s beyond cool to have both a date on the calendar and such a pretty number to reflect how hard I’ve worked, and neither the date nor the number would be possible without you. Thank you 🩷
So we’re gonna celebrate. I haven’t done one of these before, unless you count the time I hit 2000 followers and said “send me requests!” and then did just one of them and zero others because I was so overwhelmed. So we’re taking a slightly different approach this time…
I’m thinking an extended sleepover, lol. Depending on how many participate, for a week or so you can send me asks from the prompts below and we’ll have some fun with them.
@noxturnalpascal and @beefrobeefcal heavily inspired these choices with their recent follower celebrations 🩵
🐈⬛ Show and tell - send me pics of your pets, or Pedro if you don’t have any pets, brownie points for Kieran Culkin pics, or anything else that you love. And tell me all about it, and I’ll show you something I love!
👯♀️ I want to get to know each other better, so tell something about yourself or ask something about me. If you want, you can use this and this (⬅️ two send an emoji posts) for prompts
🏞️ Request a Moodboard (my favorite) I love doing moodboards, just tell me what you wanna see and I’ll do my best.
🗳️Send me a poll that you wanna see! Ask any question, let us all decide the answer.
🍆 Send me your dirty horny old man headcanons. I’m a horndog for some old men and I can’t change who I am.
📖 Send me your own writing (or another’s work that you love) I actually have a summer reading project where I’ve tagged each and every one of my mutuals to send me their own works for me to read all summer. So consider this just an extension of that- please send me the links to works you’ve written and/or works you’ve read and enjoyed so that I can enjoy them too and support fellow writers ✍️ 🩷 I enjoy just about anything, but I have a soft spot for dark/dub-con, masturbation, uhhhh anything hot and dirty like that.
👩💻Request some writing. I can do Joel, Roman Roy, and I’m maaaybe feeling brave about Frankie. @beefrobeefcal has dibs on my first Frankie fic anyway. Horny and debauched thots encouraged, dare I suggest dark as well? Fluff too, though I think I suck balls at writing it. I’ve been told I should do drabbles,,, that’s not really how I roll with my writing but I’m willing to try. It’s entirely possible and actually likely you’ll get a full length fic, in which case, it’ll take some time to get those done so bear with me. Depending on how many requests for writing I get, I may cut off requests at a certain point too. *It’s also possible I won’t jive with your idea, in which case please don’t feel bad. I only want to write something I feel I can do well, and if I can’t, that’s not on you.
GOD I am a rambler. I could have said so much less. But I hope to hear from some of you all and have some fun! Love you love you love you.
Tagging some friends, readers, and mutuals who’ve made writing what it is for me 🩷 I love you all @ievutebebe @pinkypromisepascal @yazsos @heartfairy @magpiepills @medellintangerine @merz-8 @bitchesuntitled @theweedisasterxoxo @covetyou @theywhowriteandknowthings @futuraa-free @smok3r7 @toxicanonymity @atticrissfinch @xdaddysprincessxx @whatsnewalycat @addictedtotlou @littlevenicebitch69 @marisferasiop @joelsgreys @just-some-random-blogger @ghostlovesbaguettes @sweetenerobert @swiftiegirliepop @joeloverture @dorims @munsonhoneybaby @umnitsa @nostalxgic @yazsos @rainbowcosmicchaos @rav3n-pascal22 @604to647 @starry-eyes-love @paleidiot @bluecookies-and-ink @beardedjoel @aestheticisinq @corazondebeskar @axshadows @kyloispunk @survivingandenduring @pedroswife69 @bean-is-reading @pedroshotwifey @casa-boiardi @knittingandfanfics @molt3ngold @worhols @iknowisoundcrazy @nostalxgic @pattwtf @cerridwen007 @corozondebeskar @blackmetalamazon @jazzysnazzys @sheepdogchick3 @alltheseperfectimperfections @mermaidgirl30
#````erdstrang3lov3#<<another thing my cat typed#he loves apostrophes#strang3lov3 celebration#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#roman roy x reader#roman roy smut#frankie morales smut#frankie morales x reader
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Everything you need to know about the void state
Hi babes❤️ this is a post about the void state and I hope I can help you to understand it and get into it <3
𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖???
The void state is basically a deep meditative state and it’s all about awareness and pure consciousness.
It is you, it is inside you and it is created by you.
I won’t describe how it feels because everyone has a different experience. The void will be what you assume it will… the main thing is leaving the 3D, that means, losing your body senses and being completely formless
The void is compared to the “I am” state described by Neville Goddard, which is basically what the void is about, “Iamness”. They’re the same!!
As a lot of “coaches” like to complicate it, people find it very hard to enter this state because they don’t know the very first thing about it.
The void is so easy to get into and I hope this post can change your view or misconception about it.
𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪?
Because it’s a very simple and practical way to get your desires instantly!! You can find a bunch of success stories at this account @voidsuccess
The void state is basically your pure God state, where only the 4D exists
But remember it’s just a way in a million methods to help manifesting(even overnight AND instantly). However, if you’d like to try I can help you!!
𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝
Ok, so you guys are constantly desperate and anxious about getting into the void. THATS COMPLETELY OK!
I know how it feels! However, now is time to let go of that old story of resistance and impatience (stop assuming you have those)!
Take the void off that pedestal and put yourself into it!! Invest on changing your void concept if it helps you; understand that you are above the void AND your desires! The void is just a state which is already within you! Also,there are no BIG or impossible manifestations.
If you’re doing everything right, living in the end, assuming it’s done then why are you so worried? You are in Barbados already!!!
The most expected question
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖?
There is no rule, literally. If it helps,there are a lot of methods, for example: try to relax, find a comfortable position (it DOESNT need to be laying down straight with the belly up). You can do it at anytime, anywhere! Yes, you can do it while having sex or something (there were so many questions about it!!!).
If you feel like it, keep affirming till you make it into the state! Once in the void, affirm/visualize/other normally like you always do. It’s a very common process, no secrets!
Please remember to ignore symptoms!! If your symptoms are different from another blogger, don’t worry, everyone’s experience is different! Also, don’t try desperately to push symptoms, make it natural for you
There are some challenges here that you can set a date to it and spend the days before living in the master void state like this one by @angeltearsxoxo
Also there are subliminals (like @rosellesworkshop and @fleurlx ones, that are making people enter it easily) and guided meditations, like yoga nidra and 61 points. Or literally any other meditation or meditating music (or any music).
You can command your subconscious to take you to the void immediately, lucid dreaming, sleep paralysis, anything you want, the placebo is your mind
Before asking bloggers questions try seeing @sirensplayhouse answers, they have answered thousands of questions about the void and this could be exactly your doubt!
Follow @gorgeouslypink , their blog is basically about the void, everything you need to know, they’ve already talked about! Read this posts if you have any doubt
Whatever you feel like it’s right for you is the way you’ll get into it ❤️❤️
It can be by methods or not, it doesn’t matter
There are so many resources in this platform and others to help you access this state, sorry for not mentioning other bloggers…
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣?
Yes honey, circumstances don’t matter!!!!
Being in the void is just being pure consciousness!!! What’s hard about it??
I see people saying that they’ve tried many times and couldn’t enter or didn’t “enter completely” (only had symptoms). Remember to persist, you WILL get it and you will wake up to your desired life!!! You can’t give up on manifesting, you’re always doing it!
When you least expect it you’ll be formless and feeling no body senses!! Just like that
If affirming makes you feel more confident about it, then do it! Or anything else, reading success stories, I don’t know, that’s up to you <3
If you always end up falling asleep, you can go sleeping with the intention of waking up in the void or commanding your subconscious to wake you up in the void.
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖:
❤️ I always enter the void
❤️ Tapping in to the void is so easy to me
❤️ I am void
❤️ I have mastered the void
❤️ I instantly enter the void
❤️ I get into the void effortlessly
❤️ I am a void master
❤️ Sleeping takes me to void
❤️ I always wake up in the void
Or create your own affirmations!
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕤! ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃
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PSA: most trans people on hormones don’t pass after a year. I think the prevalence of “passing at 11 months!!!” type stories has given a lot of people the impression that somewhere around there is when people start to look like what they want. And like yeah, some people do, and fucking great for them, but you don’t see nearly as many people talking about how they don’t pass at that point because a) people share those things online less often and b) those posts get less traction because they’re heavier
Me? I passed for the first time at 7 months. I passed for the second time at 19 months. That fucking sucked. I felt like I had been given exactly what I wanted and watched it get taken away from me, and the idea that I should be passing more regularly in the months following really ate away at me and made me feel like I “failed” in my transition - I legit thought that I would never pass
It certainly didn’t help that, in addition to overwhelmingly seeing narratives online of passing early in one’s transition, every piece of medical information that was presented to me said that most changes would happen over the first two years. Maybe I was deluding myself, but baby trans me thought “oh that means I have two years to transition or else I fail because hormones won’t do anything past that”. And that ate away at me more than the not passing, cause I felt like I was “missing my chance” at having the body I wanted
And boy was I wrong, in the last year (my third year on hormones), I feel like I’ve seen more changes than I saw in my first year. My boobs are filling themselves out, my body hair is getting even lighter, my skin is noticeably softer even though I stopped moisturizing/doing most of my previous skincare routine. Hell, even my hips and ass have gotten wider. And this was *all* during an era that the medical information I was presented with gave me the impression that any changes that did occur would be minor
To show you what I mean, compare one of my first trans-flag photos, taken at 11 months on e, verses a semi-recreation I did earlier today at 33 months on e (same clothes and roughly the same pose/lighting, different mountains)
Notice a difference? I sure do - and to prove to you that this happened in the third year, here's a similar photo of me in between these two at 23 months on e:
I’m usually not one for transition timelines, mainly because my whole project is kind of a transition timeline, and if you wanna look through and see more of what I'm taking about feel free to either scroll a few posts down on my blog, or check out my google drive with all the photos from my projects. The difference doesn't look *too* dramatic to me, but some people I know irl have expressed that it is
Regardless, the point I'm trying to make here is that my experience on hormones was *not* passing at one year - and that's the experience of the vast majority of people I know who've been on hormones. Puberty takes many years, and yeah, that can suck to hear when you're expecting it to take two, but trust me, it's a healthier mindset to think of yourself as continuously moving in the direction you want, rather than waiting to arrive at a particular destination
If you've started hormones in the last year, be sure to give your body the time it needs to make the changes you want - transitioning is a marathon, not a sprint
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2024 Villain’s Festival:
Ellis Twilight Bonus Story Part 1♛
Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. This is a two-part story with part two only available to those who ranked in for Ellis individually. Part 2 of this story will NOT be translated. However, if in the future I find it, I will translate if I am able to.
Translation notes are marked with ***
Alternate translation is marked with///
Credits ♡:
Banner: @/natimiles
Story Contributor: @/mrslelouch Thank you, Yami!
Ellis: - Kate.
Kate: …sorry Ellis, I didn't hear you. What did you say?
Ellis: Your hair is still a little damp, so I'll dry it for you.
Ellis took a towel and began to gently wipe my hair after the bath.
Ellis: Was the reason you were absentminded because you were thinking about the competition?
Kate: …..Yeah.
A competition where the person who steals my heart takes all the bonuses.
Tomorrow I have to choose someone.
(However……)
(Even if it's a lie, I don't want to say that my heart was stolen by someone other than Ellis.)
(But it's so unfair to decide on just one person before it even starts.)
Ellis: ….There's no point in thinking about it right now, so let's think about something brighter, shall we?
Kate: That’s right. For example….. like how to use the bonuses.
Kate: Ellis, if you collect all the bonuses, what are you planning to use them for?
Ellis: I think……I’ll save it.
Kate: Hehe, you’re reliable.
Ellis: Yeah, I thought it would be a good idea to save up.
Ellis: Marriage costs a lot of money and .... I want my children to grow up without any inconvenience.
(Marriage, children…….)
Kate: That’s……..
Ellis: Talking about my future with you.
Ellis: ……Am I being too quick?
Kate: No, you’re not! That's not true. I want to get married!
(But...after hearing that…….now, I'm even more worried about the budget.)
I was a little hesitant, but since he would look sad if I refused, I decided to take his word for it.
Kate: I feel like I'm becoming more and more bad when I’m around you Ellis.
Ellis: Hehe…..it’s okay to be bad.
Ellis: You can't live without me, and you're not going anywhere.
-Gentle hands and bottomless love bind me sweetly.
His restraints felt so good that I wanted to stay like this forever.
Ellis: Oh..… it's midnight.
Ellis, who had finished drying my hair, murmured.
Kate: Is it that time already? I have to sleep in preparation for tomorrow.
However, just as she was about to stand up, Ellis grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.
Kate: - Ellis?
Ellis: Now that the date’s changed, the battle’s about to begin.
Kate: ….. I don't think anyone would come into your room this late at night and appeal to me, right Ellis?
Ellis: There is…..I'm here.
Ellis’ hand wrapped around mine, making sure I couldn't escape, and then he kissed me.
Ellis: …..I was thinking. What does it mean to 'steal someone's heart'?
Ellis: If you’re captivated, you probably will not be able to think about anything else.
Ellis: So...I'll make sure you can't think about anything else.
Ellis: I won’t let anyone steal it away.
[Master List]
You should've seen my reaction while translating this at work....AFKSAHFGAFKGJH!
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no one gets away with it | csc
synopsis: just seungcheol being sulk. genre: FLUFF, crack. warning: SULKY CHEOL, mention of alcohol, mention of poop. word count: 847. pairing: choi seungcheol x gn!reader. note: also I used mx which is a gender neutral term for miss/mr to keep this all gender neutral. Also this is a repost from that i deleted from my other blog
Stepping into the boys dorms, closing the door behind you. You just came back from grocery shopping with your wonderful boyfriend Seungcheol. That said boyfriend is now currently sulking on the couch on something that had happened early today at the store.
The two of you went out shopping for food because Minghao and Jun were coming back from their trip to China. So obviously because of that they were going to want to host some really big welcome back party, which meant a lot of food. And the thirteen boys weren’t going to survive with the amount of food they had in their fridge.
You decided to come along and help after hearing Seungcheol go on a rant about how he (unfairly) lost in a game of rock paper scissors, which was deciding who’s going to go out and buy all the food and ingredients. Apparently just in the first round he was the only one to be holding a pair of scissors and everybody was holding rock. Feeling bad you decided to join him on the trip to the grocery store.
Everything was completely normal, just like your typical trips to the store. Cheol pushing the cart, you trying to put in a bunch of unnecessary things, trying your best to convince him that you guys would need it, and a bunch of questionable stares from customers due to the large amount of soju in your cart.
So what exactly happens to have your boyfriend currently sitting on the living room couch all sulky.
Well, when the two of you finally agreed you have enough food, you head over to the cashier. Cheol was placing all the already scanned items into the cart again from the conveyor, while you had over Mingyu’s card (which Cheol totally didn’t steal when he wasn’t looking out of revenge from them cheating in the game).
The cashier man seemed nice and probably didn’t mean any harm when he told you, “You look good today, mx.”
Poor guy didn’t see the look on Seungcheol’s face when he said that, he was too busy printing out the receipt. About to give that said receipt to you, but instead got it grabbed from his hand by Seungcheol.
On the way back to the dorms he didn’t say anything, just grumply and sulkily walked next to you on the way there. You kept trying to tell him it wasn't that much of a big deal, but he didn’t listen.
So that should be enough explaining why your boyfriend is sitting on the couch with both elbows on his legs, with arched eyebrows, pouty lips and clicking a pen, right?
Chuckling softly at the scene, “Cheol,” picking up one of the bags on the floor and bringing them to the kitchen, “you look like you're trying very hard to push out a poop.”
He rolls his eyes at your comment and continues to click the pen in his hand.
Coming back from the kitchen to grab another bag, “You know if you are really having a hard time pushing it out, an easier way is to lift your legs.”
“Yn this is a serious matter- wait really?- that’s besides the point,”
You go through a giggling fit, almost dropping the bag when he changed the subject for a little, “Yes, it really does work.”
“Urg, why won’t you take this seriously?” He goes to write something on the paper on the coffee table.
When you finished putting all the stuff away, the front door unlocks, entering Mingyu, who’s here to cook the food for the welcome back party (or some excuse to get drunk idk).
“What’s up with coups?” He asks as he watches the older boy continue to write on the paper.
“Oh, someone told me I looked good whilst we were at the store and now he’s plotting their death.”
A confused look grows on Mingyu’s face. “Isn’t that a complement?”
“All they said was good,” Cheol says, “They forgot all the other words that perfectly describe them. Perfect… Gorgeous… and any other positive word in the dictionary.” He grabs the paper filled with more compliments and starts waving it in the air.
“No one gets away with that. No one.”
[ bonus]
A week later.
You were in the boys dorms once again, reading a book on the same couch, Cheol wrote that list of nice things to you.
“Does anyone know where my card is?” Mingyu walks in the living room asking you and the other members that are in as well.
Sinking deeper into the couch, lifting the book higher so it can hide the smug smile on your face. You almost exposed yourself with the giggles about to come out of your mouth.
But luckily saved by a Cheol running to you from the bathroom, “Yn, you were right, if you lift your legs while sitting on the toilet, it’s much easier to get it out.”
“I’m sorry-WHAT?!” Mingyu exclaims.
Which was a good thing so now you don’t have to hide your laughter that escaped your mouth.
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I was reading through the 'writing' tag on your blog, and came across your wonderful post about how you outline your novels using Cherryh's 'Shopping List' technique. My question is - how do you decide/come up with the 10 things in the novel? I have about 3-4 things I know must happen in my idea, and other random details about the world. But what is important enough to be one of the 10 things? And also, how do you generate your ideas for those 10 things?
...Okay, let's take this from the top. (And for convenience's sake, let's stay in the shopping-list idiom; it's useful enough.) (ETA: the blog entry containing the description of the Shopping List outlining method is here.)
Let's say you want to make a cake. ...This cake also being your novel.
To have a solid story (in the western-novel tradition, anyway), you need at least two things: plot and theme. The plot is what happens. The theme is the why of what happens, and (to a certain extent) the spectrum of thought and emotion that underlies that; the answer to the question “But what’s the book about?”* ...Think of this duality, for the moment, as the equivalent of having both liquid and solid stuff in your cake. You’ve got to have both or it won’t rise. A book with a plot but no theme has no soul.
So: you’re going to make a cake. What kind?
As an example, I’m going to ease myself out onto a limb here and equate “chocolate-chip devil’s food with chocolate buttercream frosting” with “epic-fantasy quest fiction with strong political, exoreligious, and quasiromantic components.” (A favorite for me, over time, as some folks will have noticed. I just can’t get enough of those chocolate chips...)
So how do you determine the ten things you need (or whatever number you like, but ten works for me) as major ingredients / sections?
Well, ideally from some familiarity with what has gone in other/similar cakes/works of fiction in the past. If you haven’t been reading in your chosen genre, you should be. This doesn’t mean you have to do what other people working in the genre have done. (Indeed, at all times you remain at liberty to “flip the punchcard” and do exactly the opposite of what everybody else has been doing, if that’s what suits you.) But they’ve set out possible recipes for you, so (as a beginner at this work) examine those recipes and see what’s in them that might be useful for you. Once you’ve been doing this for a while, you don’t need to go looking, just as an experienced baker doesn’t need to run for the recipe book every time they want to make a cake.
Naturally you can substitute ingredients, add some or lose some, when you’re creating something new; just as you like—while always making sure you don’t throw away anything routinely required/expected in your genre. (Such as the Happily Ever After at the end of a genre romance.) But certain basics must be in place, things that make what you’re creating recognizably A Cake, as well as your own additions and embellishments.
In this case, that could be:
For a cake: flour, milk, eggs, butter, baking powder, cocoa, chocolate chips, vanilla extract, seasonings, a little bit of salt (because without that, even the sweetest cake tastes just a little insipid somehow)
For a novel: a protagonist/pairtagonist (is that a word? It is now...), an antagonist (not necessarily a character: an antagonistic or stymie-ing situation that keeps the antagonist from easily getting what they want/need will do just as well. This is where at least some of the interior drama will derive from), a change in interior conditions that sets events in motion, a “ticking clock” or similar construct that means the desired result must be achieved within a certain time or before certain conditions change or expire, various reversals or hiccups in the flow of the story that will inject a sense of realism (because when does anything ever go perfectly smoothly...?), a crisis point at which everything assembled against the protagonist rises up to be dealt with, and the protagonist rises up to meet the challenge and deal with it; and finally a set of resolution events that (even if it doesn’t absolutely finish the story proper) brings about an end state that will leave you, and any theoretical reader, satisfied with the completion of the current story arc.
...Needless to say, this is an incredibly oversimplified take on the kind of strategizing needed when you’re creating the recipe for a novel that won’t simply collapse the minute you take it out of the oven. But starting simple is often best. The more you do this kind of work, the easier it gets.
Now: “How do you generate your ideas for those 10 things?”
There are a lot of possible answers to this, but the simplest is: Make them up out of nothing, as usual. :)
...This isn’t meant to sound like sass. You made up those first three or four things you came up with out of nothing, and now (because they’ve been there for a while, probably) they may well have started to acquire a kind of secret, temporally-based superiority in your mind—starting to feel somehow more valid than what needs to come next to fill in the gaps. This kind of creeping sense of validity-via-temporal-primacy is a commonplace when you’re in mid-process, and I invite you to ignore it.
Just insert those three or four things into your shopping list in (roughly) story-temporal order, and then spend some time thinking about what kinds of events could usefully come between / flow from them. Hints:
Events that could realistically have been caused by the ones you’ve got already, and could also realistically be seen as causal to later ones you’ve already established, are always useful. Ideally, you’re trying to establish a chain of events in which none of them look accidental, or coincidental (because readers are rightfully sensitive to plots that only work because all the characters are idiots, or keep having “lucky accidents”). What you’re working toward is an event flow that seems, when viewed in completion, inevitable: as it if couldn’t have happened any other way. You will almost certainly not achieve this easily, early on in your novel work, and maybe not at all. But it’s what you should be striving for.
Events that badly screw things up for the main characters are also always useful. Heroes do not become heroes by having everything go their way. Their heroism is achieved and manifested by having things go to shit around them again and again and AGAIN, and nonetheless still finding their way through all that shit to do what needs to be done. The lines attributed to the Confucianist philosopher Meng-tse (sometimes written as “Moshi” in Japanese) are a touchstone in this regard:
When Heaven is about to confer
a great office upon a man,
it first exercises his mind with suffering
and his sinews and bones with toil:
it exposes him to poverty
and confounds all his undertakings.
Then it is seen if he is ready.
So put your protagonists through the wringer. This is the greatest service you can do them.
A variant on this theme: Spend a little time thinking, “What is the absolute worst thing that could happen to these characters in this story / in this world?” And when you’ve figured that out, stick it into one of those gaps as a Main Thing—ideally one between the story’s midpoint and its already-planned crisis, if you’ve got that in place—and then start thinking about how to best exploit it to show how terrific your characters can become if you kick them around a bit. (Addendum: you are allowed to have one Absolutely Terrific and Beautiful Thing happen to assist your characters in recovering from this awfulness. Because they deserve it; but also, all invented worlds [if you ask me] should have beautiful things in them—things to long for, things that make your reader wish they could live there. And that you find beautiful, and worth returning to. You are absolutely allowed to keep yourself entertained, and emotionally refreshed, while you’re creating.)
...Anyway, take your time about getting those gaps filled in. It may take a little while: laying down basic story structure is worth not rushing, if you can avoid it. Once you’ve got them all in place, the secondary lists will follow more easily.
HTH!
*This is a hilarious oversimplification, but my job at the moment is not (as the saying goes) to explain the workings of the entire universe while standing on one foot. :)
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TWST Relationship Headcanons (Floyd, Ruggie, Kalim)
A/N: Minors/Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact, not explicit, like it’s not full on smut, but it does have sexual themes. Reader isn’t said to be “Yuu” however, it may mention events in the story. Some of these are kind of written as a “funny haha” but it does have some seriousness behind it.
Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of being touch-starved, violence, sexual themes, mentions of yandere vibes in Floyd’s. Possible spelling errors, tumblr won't save my changes no matter how many times I fix them.
Floyd:
I hope you didn’t want personal space. It’s the equivalent to that tiktok sound, “This is Bob, Bob loves his personal space. This is Larry, Larry also love’s Bob’s personal space.”
But honestly a lot of it is because he’s touch starved, and the physical contact he DOES usually have isn’t positive in any way, it’s violent, always fights.
The first time you give him a regular hug for the first time, doesn’t even have to be a full hug, it could be a side hug, he’s like “Wtf was that??? Wait, hold on, I want more of that.”
He always has to be touching you in some way, arm over the shoulder or around the waist, draping his whole body on you, holding hands, intertwining pinkies, hands in your pockets, SOMETHING.
While he does have mood swings, hardly ever do you really have to deal with it, because you always make his days better. Unless you did something to really set him off, he’s always in a good mood with you.
However, it can’t be said towards other people. So, while he might make YOU food that’s really good, he will make everyone else basically eat garbage. And while he might not snap at YOU, he might snap at someone else.
He finds you really interesting, even if you feel like your life is boring, he does not find it boring at all. He wants to figure you out, even if it’s doing “nothing” he still wants to understand why you choose to do said “nothing”, even if it’s something that would typically bore him.
He is BLUNT AF and LOUD AF, so if you good luck trying to keep him from spilling all your relationship info, he is so loud in his love for you, and he does not care if it makes other people uncomfortable to hear about how much he loves your body, mind, personality, etc. If you’re wearing his favorite pair of jeans he’s going to tell you how much he likes your ass in those jeans, and again, he does not care where he’s at or who’s around him.
Even if you’re the more modest or shy type, and try and tell him to “keep it down” he might, MIGHT, respect your wishes, however, don’t be surprised if he just suddenly grabs you and starts whispering in your ear all the shit he wants to say out loud. At least only you can hear it...
Floyd will use his strength and height to his advantage, even if you’re the same height as him or taller, he is really strong, doesn’t matter your weight baby, he will have no issues picking you up like a damn rag doll and throwing you over his shoulder.
He especially does this if he feels as if you’re not spending enough time with him. Floyd is a very needy eel, and he doesn’t like how much time you’re spending studying or hanging with friends, or a hobby, or ANYTHING, and not spending time with him :(( No, he does not care that you have a test coming up!! (Again with point one)
Floyd can get violent if it means protecting you in some way. if you get even so much as a dirty look from someone, he’s already giving the worst “warning sign” look to them EVER. Sevens forbid someone actually makes a threat towards you, because Floyd will make sure that they never so much as look at you, or in worst cases, make sure they never breathe the same air as you ever again.
Things might become sexual with him a bit fast, mostly because he’s touch starved and he’s just kind of overwhelmed with how much he feels for you, that he just sorta... needs to let it out in some way. And there’s nothing better than giving you all the pleasure you could ever want, and then some, be prepared to get overstimulated, it’s not even intentional sometimes, he just... won’t stop...
Floyd CAN make love to you, but even him making love to you can come off as a little rougher some times, he doesn’t mean too, he makes up for it in a lot of kisses, sweet touches, trying to make you laugh, and praise. He can also fuck the shit outta you though if that’s what you want.
On a more intimate note, if you kiss his scars, he’s not going to fully understand what it is you’re exactly doing at first, but once it does finally click that “Oh.” moment he might get overwhelmed and tear up a bit. He doesn’t understand why he’s tearing up, it shouldn’t matter to him that much, and yet, something within him is telling him that it does. Because despite his nature you treat him as if he’s gentle, and soft, and should be cared for and deserves to be cared for in a soft and gentle way.
Don’t take it the wrong way if he needs a minute to recover after that, because being vulnerable was never a thing he was taught to do, and it’s new to him... But he wants to be vulnerable with you, he really does, he just doesn’t know how to show it properly.
While he is a little unhinged, he is loyal, fiercely so, (almost borderline yandere, but it’s not intentional... it’s just how he is.) he has a lot of emotions, most that he can’t always control, but he does support you with everything, and loves you more than he can ever actually say it.
Ruggie:
Ruggie is the definition of “You fell first, he fell harder”, he’s got a charismatic charm to him that everyone to some extent falls for, however, he himself is rather guarded and doesn’t trust easily.
So with you? The fact that he allowed himself to feel comfortable around you and let his guard down? And trust you wholeheartedly? It took him a little while to figure out his feelings and again, allow himself to fall for you, that it was going to be okay, and once he did fall for you, he fell hard.
Of course, he’s still a mischievous little shithead, stealing shit from your pockets just to give it back to you in order to grab your attention and talk to him, or teases you relentlessly for anything you do, it’s just a love language of his. Take it in stride, he just wants to see you smile in some way, even if it’s a sarcastic one.
His biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service, he has a harder time finding the words to comfort or reassure you in the way that you need, he doesn’t have the money to give you gifts all the time (he does try though), and yes, while he does love physical affection too, it’s in the small things he does for you every day that shows his love for you.
Your laundry would be folded even if you didn’t ask, he’d have breakfast ready for you when you wake up, he’ll have a tissue at the ready when you sneeze, he’ll sit with you in complete silence doing different things in the same room, help you study, or distract you from studying, and be the perfect body double when you’re having a hard time doing tasks alone. He himself even understands and appreciates the times you do the same for him.
However, the saying “the way to his heart is through his stomach” runs true for him. Even if you don’t know how to cook, or aren’t very good at it, just the thought of putting in the effort of cooking something for him means more than you know. He’ll teach you along the way, if you’re willing to learn. Even if it’s just you finding a recipe you think he’ll like and would want to learn with him, he’ll appreciate.
There’s some things he will do that you might only understand if you also came from a low-income household. If he makes a pallet on the ground next to your bed for the first time he stays over, it’s out of instinct. Or some of the late night “ingredient dinners” he grabs for himself, it makes sense to him. A spoon full of peanut butter, or a bowl of canned corn and some cheese are typical things that are quick, cheap, and easy to obtain.
He might never get out of that mindset, even after you’ve given him some more security in his life, but don’t hold that against him, that’s just how he learned how to survive in his childhood, he got what he could, even if it meant stealing it, and he tries his best to hold out until whenever his next full meal was, whether that’s in an hour or two days from now.
Ruggie is incredibly hard working, he works various part time jobs, and he’s picked up a plethora of skills, he’s a little good at everything, if you need your makeup done, he’s your guy. Ripped shirt? He can sew it for you. You took up a niche hobby but you aren’t sure where to get started? Ruggie’s got you.
However, he can run himself completely ragged if you don’t tell him to take a break and just take care of him. Do some of his chores, cuddle him, let him take a nap with you, feed him, let him vent to you, anything. He’ll appreciate it all the same, and he’ll always make sure that you never want for anything in return.
Being in a relationship with Ruggie means being in a partnership, he’s devoted, and will put in 100% into the relationship, but you need to put in 100% on your end too, whatever that means to you. He’s in it for the long haul, but he needs to know that you’re going to be there for him when he has nothing, or when he has everything, and he needs to know that you’ll support him regardless, because he’ll support you in the same way.
Sex with Ruggie is always a mixed bag based on the mood, and what both of you need or want out of it. I believe he’s a switch, entirely, and if you want him to take initiative he will, and if you want to take initiative, he’ll follow. He can be serious, he can be goofy, he can make love to you and be incredibly intimate, or he can fuck you and treat you like a slut if that’s what you want.
You can make him beg even, just don’t forget to praise him. He lives for your praise regardless if he’s a sub or a dom, he just wants to make sure he’s doing enough for you, and if you need to switch things up again, tell him. He’s very understanding and adaptable.
Sudden leg cramp? Massages it out, gets you some water, and asks if you want to continue. You’re not quite close to orgasm because of XYZ? He’ll change it up for you so you can get there. You suddenly just want to stop? He would never make you feel guilty for it, if you want to stop, then you two will stop, that’s it.
He’s all for non-sexual acts of intimacy though, bathing is especially his favorite. He loves taking baths or showers with you, and after awhile he almost gets weird taking showers or baths without you, because it just doesn’t feel the same. He feels like he’s somehow also wasting precious water that could be easily saved if you just there with him.
His community means a lot to him, if he brings you back to his hometown, he doesn’t expect everyone to like you, but if you at least put in the effort to get to know them, learn, help, whatever it is that you need to do, he’ll love you even more for it. He’s seen as a big brother to a lot of the younger kids, and if they love you, then he knows he’s found the right person to settle down with.
While there are some people who are definitely your significant other but not exactly your best friend, Ruggie is 100% your best friend and your significant other. He see’s you in the same way. You should be able to laugh and feel comfortable with him, as much as he’ll laugh and feel comfortable with you.
Kalim:
Right off the bat I want to say that Kalim is not as naive as many people perceive him as. He’s emotionally intelligent, but he struggles with seeing the bad in people because that means that the world really is as scary, and awful as people say it is, and that’s not what he wants to see it as..!! He chooses to be naive as both a mix of him being actually a little naive, and as a coping and survival mechanism to some of the traumas in his life.
With that being said, while he is emotionally intelligent, it takes him a minute to differentiate his feelings for you, he wants to be sure that he legitimately is in love with you, and not just infatuated with the idea of you. Kalim romanticizes a lot of scenarios, so for him, of course it’s easy to fall in love with the idea of you, so he takes more time with you, gets to know you better, lets himself feel every emotion with you, and when he finally confesses his feelings for you, know that they’re genuine.
It’s very easy for Kalim to just want to spoil you rotten, if you’re not into it, you gotta tell him that. All he wants in the end is to make you happy, however he makes you happy isn’t really the necessary part to him as long as you’re happy. So, if you like being spoiled, as long as you’re happy, he’ll spoil you. If you feel weird taking his gifts, which are quite expensive, and you get awkward when he sings your praises and wants to throw a parade in your honor? Tell him, and he’ll better suit your needs.
He won’t stop gift giving if you aren’t the type that likes getting gifts, but if he sees a flower while walking, he’ll give it to you, and if you need a sweater because you’re cold, you can take his. If you don’t like crowds he’ll plan something that’s just the two of you.
Jamil will thank you if you end up being the guiding voice for him, in my opinion he reeks of ADHD, just like Floyd, but while Floyd grew to learn different life skills (due to his background), Kalim grew up in privilege and never needed to learn those skills, and was also encouraged not to learn, which didn’t do him any favors. However, Kalim can and does want to learn, if you’re wiling to teach him and be patient with him, he can be clumsy, he’ll have a deep respect for you.
Kalim is used to being coddled by his family, so if he slowly but surely start to make him see reality for what it is, a mix of good and bad, beautiful and ugly, he’ll start to open up himself in different ways even he didn’t realize he knew he had. Make sure to support him through it all, he might need to do some healing he didn’t realize he needed to do... (C’mon, poor boy really had to live with the fact that he can be casually poisoned at any moment, that kind of lifelong paranoia can’t be good for even the best optimist...)
He’s can learn to master any love language if he wanted to, even if he might need a little bit of guidance, he will always be first and foremost, a dedicated partner. Communicate with him, that’s the most important part, he won’t know unless you tell him, even if it you end up having to be a bit blunt, still tell him.
He didn’t realize how touch starved he was until he started dating you, he’s always been a physically affectionate person, but a lot of people push him away or are just uncomfortable with how affectionate he’s being. So the fact that he can be physically affectionate with you? Oh man, he comes off as really needy, he kind of is, but it’s always got rose colored glasses on, so he’s just a sweetheart who just really wants to please you.
However, he’s still new to romance, he’s always wanted to be romantic with someone, so while he’s physically affectionate, he gets nervous when he wants to kiss you. He starts off with kissing your knuckles, then the inner part of your wrist, then your cheeks, but he always makes himself too flustered to fully kiss you on the lips, at least, for the first time.
Once you initiate the first kiss with him, then it’s over for, then he’ll openly kiss you all the time, never really making out, but a lot of “pecks” on the lips, and god forbid he has to go do something important without you, because one “goodbye kiss” turns easily into a dozen goodbye kisses if you don’t stop him and tell him you’ll see him later.
You’ll have to guide him through his first make out session, he’s got a lot of pent up energy that he doesn’t really know what to do with, he gets a bit overwhelmed, and while he’s into it, his hands shake when he pulls you closer, or he grips onto your clothes a little too tight...
But once again, once the first is over, you’ll find him quickly wanting more of you, and finding himself getting a little greedy with wanting your love, it’s as if he’s been running at 100% battery his entire life with no real good way to release even a little bit of that energy, so when you give him that outlet, he wants to just give all of his energy to you.
Speaking of, the first time you have sex with him, it’ll be a little clumsy, but again, once he learns, like I’ve mentioned a few times, he just wants to please you. So much so, he might not actually realize he’s overstimulating you, he’s just taking your moans and reactions as a positive thing, and is just going to keep going, because obviously he’s doing something right, and you’re pleased, but doesn’t realize there is such a thing as too much.
He’s definitely a switch, of course, if he is dominant, he’s a service dom maybe even bordering pleasure dom sometimes. Also, Kalim is very loud, he moans, whines, groans, anything and everything, always praising you for something, even if it isn’t even related to sex, he’s just saying the first thing that’s coming to his mind, which, really isn’t much considering his brain turns to absolute mush when he’s fucking you, but it’s something.
Kalim loves laying on your stomach and just... staring at you... He considers himself so lucky to have someone like you loving him, and he hopes you feel the same way, he wants you to feel the same way.
If you meet his family, good luck with his siblings, they’ll have a thousand questions and he will want to answer all of them, even when he really shouldn’t. And, he also has lost count of how many siblings he has, so... it’s very easy for him to just... sort of forget who you’ve met and who you haven’t.
If his parents somehow don’t approve of you for some reason, Kalim will defend you! He will struggle to find the words at first, more confused and hurt by his parents choice, but in the end he’ll choose his love for you over any riches he could ever hold or own. To him, you are his greatest treasure. The most valuable thing in his life.
He finally understands what it means when people say things are “priceless” not in the way in which he originally believed, thinking they were under-valuing something or that it was free, but that it meant that no money in the world could ever make them consider parting with whatever it was, and for him, that’s you.
Kalim is a sunshine child, but he’s not so naive, if you’re willing to be patient with him, guide him, love him with everything, he’ll do the same for you in return. He’ll always know when you’re upset, even if it hasn’t fully hit you yet that you were upset, he wants to help you with anything, and he wants to grow with you.
#Kalim Al Asim x Reader#Ruggie Bucchi x Reader#Kalim Al Asim#Ruggie Bucchi#Floyd Leech#Floyd Leech x Reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#lemon#NSFT
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My Exit Note (for now) - and A Letter to Taylor
I’m so very sorry to the lovely people on here who will be saddened to read this, but this will be my last post for a while. I re-joined tumblr in June last year to re-reconnect to this lovely community, and it genuinely seemed so much safer to do than back in 2017. I thought the fandom had gained some perspective as a whole. But after only 7 months, the fandom (and by that I mean swifties) has once again become a battle ground for us, fuelled by none other than Taylor herself, and I’m no longer willing to gloss over that. I’m choosing my own peace.
It may seem like a very fickle move after only 7 months in this space, when the good people on here are genuinely some of the kindest and most intelligent people I’ve ever met online, but let me explain why I need to take a break. I don’t intend to leave Taylor Swift and her art behind and never look back. In fact, I have Eras tour tickets for the summer and I want to give myself a chance to actually be excited about that by the time June comes around. But it’s all too familiar, pretty much exactly the same reason I left tumblr the first time in 2017. I’m here to discuss and analyse Taylor’s art with likeminded (queer) people and I can’t respect the artist of that very art when she continually gives her toxic ‘fans’ ammunition to come into our safe space and harass us and then watches as we scramble to keep ourselves safe amidst abuse and threats. They are doing this in HER name. Members of a marginalised community she claims to be an ‘ally’ to are being doxxed and harassed in HER name and she’s doing nothing. If anything she’s fanning the flames while it burns. Whatever it is that she’s doing with her brand right now, her silence when her own crazy fans are sending DEATH THREATS to people for simply interpreting her art, means that I cannot be part of that right now. I thought the fandom had changed, that Taylor had grown more confident defending what she stands for, but clearly, I was wrong.
The tipping point back in 2017 for me, was when she told those kids from the rep secret sessions that the album was all about her darling bf and gave them permission to go after anyone who said otherwise. And boy, did they take that seriously. They came after us in our little corner for gushing over how beautifully gay those songs were, fuelled by words straight from the horse’s mouth. SHE sent those people after us. Because she wrote the gayest album in history and she couldn’t deal with the noise getting too loud. And I lost all respect for her. It was only in 2019 when she was suddenly draped in rainbows that I carefully looked at gaylor spaces online again, because it seemed like she was finally actually committing to it. But we all know how that ended… So, to see one of those very rep secret session kids on my YouTube feed yesterday picking apart this beautiful NY Times article with lies and inaccuracies in the name of Taylor’s straightness, just reminded me whose side she decides to put herself on. She invited those people to her house. She caters to them, not us. She made them think they were her friends and then sent them after us. With HER OWN WORDS. And I can’t be in the trenches for someone who hands my bullies a gun and points at the target.
I will leave my blog active this time, so my content will be here for people to engage with if they want. But I won’t be on here to receive your messages or dm’s. I’m sorry that I’m leaving you guys at a time where we need to stick together, but I’m getting more anger and hurt out of this than joy atm and that’s always the time for me to put myself first and step away. I hope that we will come together again when the tide changes, I’m still somewhat convinced that the clock is ticking towards a better time for us, but I need Taylor to come through for us (and herself) before I can look at her again. And I promise if that happens, I won’t hold a grudge.
And lastly, here’s something I’ve never done because I’m not crazy enough to think that Taylor sees us on here, but I don’t have any other social media and I had to get this off my chest. (If you have twitter/instagram, maybe do something similar, you never know, she might actually see it and I think she needs to know how much hurt she’s causing with this)
Dear Taylor, @taylorswift
What are you doing, love? I wish I could actually ask you that. In fact, I’ve wished it many times throughout the decade that I’ve been a fan of your music. I’ve wished that I could tell you what your music meant to me when I was heartbroken, and how much joy it brought me when I was young and felt invincible. You changed my life when you proudly held a girl’s hand in public with a smile that showed me that love is there for people like me to find, after all. And when the world was hard on you, I wished I could ask you if you were ok. But today, I just want to ask you this: what have I done to deserve you sending the worst kind of people after me? Time and time again. And you can’t tell me you didn’t know that would happen, I know you’re smart. I know you know the kind of people I’m talking about, the ones that worship you like a God, that will stop at nothing to defend the version of you they have in their heads. The ones you built your empire on. Good on you, but when did you stop caring for the people that actually see you and read the words you put out into the world for us? Was that not what you wanted? I can’t claim to understand how you live the life you’ve chosen, but at least your art was always there to bring joy to my life and community when I needed it. I didn’t need you to be a hero, but now you’ve become part of the problem.
So, here’s the thing: choose a side. Commit to us, or let us go. This line that you’re walking has reached the end. You want to be an ally? Fine. Let me help you with that: Don’t claim to be a safe space for queer people and then throw a grenade into our community and watch it burn. That’s not what an ally does. Don’t appropriate our culture by using our pride flag colours or the colour lavender and then deny the cultural and historic significance of those colours, effectively erasing their meaning. That’s not what an ally does. And most importantly, don’t let people be slaughtered, gaslit and harassed on the internet, or mainstream news, for interpreting your music as queer. A young queer woman, who is an incredible journalist, got called ‘inappropriate’ and a liar on national news yesterday, because she picked up what you’re putting down in your music and wrote an article about it. An incredible article by the way, one that made us all feel seen and validated. And then you’re letting old white men on national television call that inappropriate and invasive. You may not have said those words, but you let them stand there uncommented, let your cultish fans think that their hero is offended by being presumed to be gay. You guessed it, that’s also not what an ally does. A marginalised group of your fans got DEATH THREATS in your name in the last 24 hours because we pick up on queer flagging in your art. And you did nothing. You handed our bullies weapons and left us to fend for ourselves. That is not a safe space for LGBTQ people. And for that reason, you’re losing me.
Because I have nothing to believe. Unless you actually choose me (and yourself for that matter). Just once.
Until then,
J
#lgbtq rights#lgbetty#friends of dorothea#I’m out for now#hope I can be back some day#but I need Taylor to show me why I should#i’m sorry#love our community#stay safe people
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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 9 - Hang On, Hang On
This is the one you’ve been waiting for 💛 also, that second photo - I actually took it, which I’m really proud of!!
Kay Peeps, if you hadn't heeded the +18 warning, you better do so now. I mean it! Smut is an ever-present possibility from this point onwards.
18+ minors DNI. Ageless and blank blogs are blocked without warning.
❗+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child, sexual themes (I mean Smut, so get outta here if you ain't +18), Nightmares, Sad (And scared) Sadie is back.
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Part 8 | Masterlist | Part 10
“So, what’s going on with you and Hangman?”
You choked on your drink, coughing hard, as you spat out, “Nat, come on.”
Natasha had pressured you into having a drink with her at the Hard Deck on your day off, holding you to your promise of having a girl's night before she was deployed.
Not that you didn't want to spend time with her, but you weren't feeling up to this particular Friday night. Or it could have been due to the fact she couldn't stop hounding you about Jake volunteering to pick Sadie up from school.
You had to give her credit. She knew something was up ever since they came home. And despite her best efforts to corner you, you had successfully evaded her. That was until now.
When you told her you couldn't because you didn't have anyone to watch Sadie, she saw right through your bald-faced lie, saying she knew Amelia would be coming over to help Sadie with a science project.
You were left with no way out of it.
“Rooster had a ‘chat’ with us,” she exclaimed. “Told us we needed to stop being mean to Jake, or we won’t be able to see Sadie anymore.”
You rolled your eyes. "He's exaggerating. You know I would never stop you from seeing Sadie.”
She nodded her head in agreement, but it didn't stop her from pressing further. "So spill. There was no way that would have come out of his mouth willingly."
She wasn't going to let this go, you thought. Maybe filling her in on bits and pieces of what happened would calm her curiosity, and you'd catch a break.
"Jake was helping me get through the whole CPS situation." you started, knowing Jake would have told Rooster as much. "Then I found Tyler's letter while you guys were deployed. So I showed it to him, and... Well, you know Bradley, he jumped to conclusions and thought he saw something he didn't."
"He basically accused me of not thinking about Sadie," Nat's eyes softened with your words. She knew without a double you considered Sadie before doing anything for yourself. For Bradley to suggest otherwise was harsh.
"So, I told him to stop being mean to Jake as an apology."
"Did Bradley see something he though he saw?”
You swallowed at her words. There was no way she saw you and Jake too. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, did Bradley actually see something going on between the two of you? When you showed him the letter."
You dug your nails into your thigh as you replied, "Are you implying something is going on between Jake and I?"
Nat didn't hesitate when she answered you with, "Come on, Liz, how many female friends does Jake actually have?"
That made you pause, blankly staring at her. She was right.
"Jake doesn't do that with most people."
You felt pinned down. With no way out but to deny everything. So instead, you went for, “How much do you know about Jake?”
“Besides the fact, he’s an ass?”
“Nat.” You snapped. “He’s not. Stop with that.”
Phoenix leaned back in her seat, a pleased grin on her face. “You like him.”
“Nat!”
"Hey, I know I was against it initially, but I honestly think you are making a difference for him."
Much like Penny's reaction, you thought Nat would have undoubtedly jumped to your defence, threatening to kick him to the curb or shoot him down the next time they went up together. So the fact she was actually reacting positively made you question everything.
You pinned her with your eyes. "Why are you so suddenly changing your mind about Jake?"
"Besides the fact he is good with the Bug? I think he genuinely likes you."
Well, that made your ears burn.
"He was different this time out. Less harsh on everyone. Actually wanting to talk to us like decent human beings. I don't think that's a coincidence."
“A man doesn’t change his ways for a woman,” you rolled your eyes at her.
“He does if it’s the right woman.”
You dropped your elbows to the table, leaning forward. “That’s so fricken cheesy, Nat.”
She huffed out a laugh, you joining in with her.
“I meant to say, if you want to, I’ll back you up.”
You opened your mouth, some retort about Jake never going for someone like you ready on your lips, when someone collapsed into the empty booth next to you, a body trying very hard to use you as a personal pillow.
It could have only been one person, literally from the fact he had done this once before.
“Bob?” you questioned, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek.
“Hi, Lizzie,” he hiccuped, burying his face into the back of your shoulder. You looked up at Nat, shocked. She stared at Bob for a few seconds before putting her face into her hands. “Dammit, Bob, not again.”
Rooster, Coyote and Jake swarmed your table, Rooster exhaled after finally tracking down Bob, sighing out under his breath, "There he is."
Clearly, that wasn't the correct thing to say in front of Nat.
“What did you guys do to my WSO?!” She cried out, staring at Rooster.
“It’s not our fault he’s a baby.”
Javy was hanging at the back of the group, a disappointing look on his face, which led you to believe he had nothing to do with Bob's current state. Meaning Rooster and Jake, standing at the front, were at fault.
You glared at Jake, your face saying everything words couldn't.
He only shrugged. “He wanted to play 8-ball for drinks.”
You were about to open your mouth to reply before your phone blared out. You looked down at your phone, frowning at the notification.
Serve weather warning. Seek shelter immediately.
“There’s a storm warning." You said out loud, scrolling through your phone to read the weather report. "It looks really bad.”
“I bet we could make it back home in time?” Coyote suggested, looking to Bob before looking out the back windows of the Hard Deck. You followed his gaze, and judging by the sky outside, the waves, and the sudden bursts of wind, they wouldn’t.
“Nope. Out of question. All of you are staying at mine tonight.”
It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve dragged the squad back to your house after a night of drinking. You were sure it wouldn’t be the last either.
But if this was the first major storm of the season lurking in the sky as an imminent threat and your house being only being five minutes max away from the Hard Deck, this would be the easiest way to ensure everyone remained safe, especially with Bob.
You wouldn’t risk the chance of something happening to them if you could help it.
“Are you sure?” Phoenix asked. “I don’t know about the others, but I would really appreciate that. But I don’t want to impose.”
You stared at her ridiculously. “Nat. Seriously. You guys have done a lot worse.”
“Okay,” She held her hands up, then looked to Bob. “But I’m not bunking with any of these lightweights.”
Judging by Bob’s hiccup against your shoulder, you didn’t blame her. Glancing at him from over your shoulder, you remarked, “This one is walking home with us.”
You looked back at the group. “Any takers?”
Bradley immediately replied, “I’m not turning down your couch. That thing is awesome.”
Javy nodded, adding, "It would be nice to have breakfast with Sadie."
Then you turned to Jake, raising your eyebrow. “You in? I promise I have enough room.”
You felt Nat kick you from under the table, and you did your best not to react.
Jake looked conflicted for a moment, his forehead scrunching together and narrowing his eyes. "You walked here again?"
"Why would I waste gas when I'm five minutes out?"
He couldn't really argue with your logic, but that didn't stop him from worrying about you walking by yourself. Not that you would be this time, but during the nights when you closed.
But a night under your roof? There was a time he had asked that question with nothing more than the intent to get you into a bed and fuck you until he was stated.
But now? He would do anything just to be near you.
Jake reached for Bob, peeling him off your body before handing him over to Rooster and Coyote, before holding out his hand to help you out of the booth. The cocky smirk was back as he said, "Lead the way."
Bradley and Javy hooked their arms under Bob’s shoulders, lifting him up and over to the front door. You quickly said your goodbyes to Penny and Jimmy, who swore they would be okay by themselves to close early. Deciding to walk was an easy decision. If the storm was as bad as the report said it was, they were better leaving their cars in the parking lot overnight rather than in your tiny driveway and along your street.
The heat was stifling as you exited the bar, the storm in the air and the sky behind the thunder clouds a deep orange. A car horn honked at you when, in your eagerness to watch the sky, you weren’t looking where you were going.
Jake walked next to you, making sure to put himself between you and the road on your journey home. And when a strong gust of wind threatened to knock you over, he pulled you tight into his side, his arm fastened around your waist as if you’d be swept off with the next gust of wind.
Your mind should have been racing with more thoughts about Jake’s hand on your waist. What it meant, if it was related to New Year's Eve, if he was just being a good friend or whether Rooster or Coyote saw now that Nat was no longer an issue. In fact, you were certain she was going to start encouraging it if it meant getting a reprieve from the tension amongst the team.
But Rooster and Coyote were too busy making sure Bob didn’t fall over because of the wind. And Nat was ahead of you all, leading the group up the street quickly because she didn’t want to get wet.
Instead, for some strange reason, you couldn’t help but wonder if the car driving out of the parking lot was the same as when Jake drove you home from your shift that night.
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You awoke to a rumble of thunder shaking the house.
The storm had only progressed in the hours since you arrived home with the Daggers. Amelia had already helped Sadie to bed when you greeted her at the door. You offered for her to stay, but she assured you she could get home before the real brunt of the storm hit. You only let her go if she promised to let you know when she got home.
Rolling over, you spied Nat on the other side of your bed, perfectly passed out and unbothered by the ruckus over your house. You envied her ability to sleep wherever, though you pitied the why.
Tossing and turning, you couldn’t get comfortable. You thought maybe counting the time between the rumbles of thunder and the sparks of lightning would lull you back to sleep, but nothing seemed to help.
Your eyes shot around the room, taking in the objects you carefully placed to make this room your own, till you paused at your bedside tablet. Your small jewellery box, a photo of Sadie, your alarm clock revealing 3:00 A.M. in bright green numbers. And your book Pride and Prejudice, the bookmark still in the same spot since the day you read it on the beach last year. The brief thought of reading came to mind, but you pushed it aside almost instantly. You knew you’d only pick it up to read the same page over and over, never venturing from the last sentence on that page, before you’d slam the book shut and throw it back to its resting place.
Deciding to bite the bullet, you lifted your covers, watching Nat carefully as you climbed out of your bed, thinking maybe a cup of tea would help.
After shutting your door carefully, you tiptoed through your hallway, pausing for a second outside your office door, where Jake would be fast asleep on your pull-out couch.
The minute everyone arrived, they went about making themselves at home, following the same routine they always did when staying over.
Nat instantly sought out your room with nothing more than a 'Goodnight, Losers!" over her shoulder. After Bob was settled on the opposite end of your couch, Rooster flung himself down into the cushions, an arm strung over his face covering his eyes as he pilfered the blanket you had strung over the back of the couch. Coyote had taken the floor, having dug around in your garage for your air mattress, finding it perfectly adequate.
After checking on Sadie, you found Jake standing in your kitchen, looking a little lost. You simply had looped your arm through his, taking him down the hallway to your office where you had already pulled out the bed, sheets and all ready.
Deciding against opening the door, you forced yourself to continue to your kitchen, the storm lighting your path. You hand sought out the light switch under the upper cabinets before reaching for your kettle.
After filling it up, you placed it back on its stand, pressing a few buttons before rummaging through your tea chest for Chamomile tea.
It would be a couple more minutes before the kettle boiled, so you pulled out your empty trash can from under the sink and a bottle of water from your fridge. After a quick pit stop at your bathroom, you made your way into the family room, carefully navigating yourself around the room so you could place the objects in front of Bob for when he woke up in the morning.
Even though Rooster's snores and the pain pelting hard against the roof, you heard the kettle whistle, and you eagerly made your way back to make what you hoped would be a cure for your insomnia.
Nursing the cup of tea between your hands, your oversized sleeves protecting your skin from the extreme heat, you leaned against the kitchen window over the backyard.
A gasp escaped your lips when you heard the sound of glasses clicking against one another a few seconds later. You whipped around to see what made the noise. Jake froze, his arm slowing dropping down after grabbing a glass.
“Sorry,” he said softly, voice riddled with sleep. “I just wanted to get a glass of water.”
You relaxed instantly, pressing your mug back to your chest. "It's okay."
After filling his glass, Jake joined you, leaning up against the wall opposite.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked, bringing the glass to his lips. You shook your head.
“I used to like storms,” you reminisced, playing with the string of your tea bag. “But now…”
You didn't need to say anymore. Jake knew, given the way you trailed off, making your body smaller by curling inwards on yourself. He decided to change the topic, offering a “Bob drunkenly confessed Rooster had a chat with him.”
You chuckled to yourself, knowing exactly what Jake was referring to.
"I'm sorry if it wasn't my place," you apologized to him. "I just had enough."
"Enough?"
"Of them treating you like that. Of Bradley not giving you a chance," you shrugged.
“I can't say it's not unwarranted,” he replied, glancing out the window to take in the storm. “I may have said something about his Dad in the past.”
"Jake..."
He faced you, looking ashamed. "I know what you're going to say. How could I, right?"
"I wasn't going to say anything," you spoke softly. "Only that it's your past. It's not who I know you as."
Here you go again, he thought. Treating him as if he wasn't undeserving of you defending him.
This time, it was you who decided to change the topic.
"I never thanked you for picking up Sadie. She had a good time."
Despite the heaviness from before, Jake smiled to himself. "She's a good kid."
Then he offered, “You don’t want to know what she wanted to talk to me about?”
You shook your head. “If she wanted to tell me, she would have. I don’t mind she has secrets, but I trust if it were important enough, she’d come to me when she needed me.”
“Besides,” you said, bringing the tea to your lips and smirking into the mug, “She told me you faced Ursula.”
The look on Jake's face was priceless. You didn't know a lot about what happened, and Lyssa was short on details. But they both told you Jake didn't bat an eyelid when she tried to flirt with him. But judging from the look on his face, something happened that they didn't tell you about.
Then suddenly, your words made you think back to you and Jake sitting in the booth that night before the almost kiss. He wanted to tell you something before Bradley decided to be an ass.
You thought about it for a second, knowing if you went down that road and brought up New Year's Eve, it would undoubtedly lead to a discussion about whatever happened between the two of you that night. You'd never know why the witching hour was suddenly the moment you decided you’d need to ask the hard questions. If you did, would Jake answer you honestly, here and now, in your kitchen?
You were about to ask, but the next rumble of thunder over the house was too close for comfort, the force causing the window next to you to clatter in the frame. You gasped, jolting away from the glass, a crack of lightning following right after.
Your power flickered once, then twice, before going out completely, and you instantly looked for Jake in the darkness. But the next sound that echoed through the walls didn’t come from a crack of lighting or a rumble of thunder. No, it was one of the most jarring screams you had ever heard.
You didn’t register it right away—another crack above masking the tail end of the sound. But Jake had. He was gone, running out of your kitchen and into your hallway, the bolt of lightning illuminating your kitchen and the spot where he once stood within seconds.
Only one person in the house could have produced such a scream.
Sadie.
You almost dropped your cup of tea, carelessly sliding it along your kitchen counter as you took off after Jake into the hallway, hands skimming along the walls as your heart pounded hard in your chest.
Her door was already open by the time you turned the corner. Reaching the door frame, you caught the tail end of Sadie lit up by another flash of lightning from her window, all red-faced and crying, scrambling into Jake’s arms as he sat on the end of her bed.
Taking her into his arms, Jake spoke soothingly, “Easy, Bug.”
"Uncle Jake," she whimpered back.
“It’s just a storm," he placed a hand on her back. "We’re safe. Your safe.”
She gasped out a sob, clutching Jake harder, burying her head into his chest. She dropped her hand down from the back of his neck, gripping his shirt tightly in her fist as she cried out, “Don’t let me go! Don’t let me go!”
“Not a chance,” he muttered into her hair. You pushed forward from the door, racing to the side of her bed, a hand on Jake’s back as you kneeled down next to them.
“Sadie?”
A bolt of lightning lit up her room, and you caught her shuttering at the light. She turned her head, still buried in Jake’s collarbone, to look at you. You placed your other hand on her back.
“It was a nightmare,” she sniffed before retreating back into Jake’s chest.
“It’s okay to have a nightmare, Bug. We all get them.” You soothed, rubbing your hand up and down her back. Meeting Jake's eye, you could see his panic wash away, now replaced with concern that Sadie was merely scared than seriously hurt.
“Even me,” Jake offered. You were about to ask her, but Jake must have known what you were thinking when he followed up with, “Do you wanna talk about it?”
It took her a second, but she managed to squeak out a muffled, “Everyone didn’t make it home.”
Jake’s arms flexed just a little at her admission. It was obvious he didn’t want to let her go. Sadie didn’t want to let him go either.
“And… then the storm,” she stuttered. “Mum…and you. It's too much."
Jake and you let her catch her breath, Sadie wiping away her tears before resuming the grip she had on his shirt. "I was alone."
Your voice was firm, even if your heart was breaking at her words, when you replied back, "There will never be a point in your life, Sadie, where you will be alone. You have my word."
Another rumble of thunder shook her window, making her whimper. Her voice was small, “I’m scared.”
“What are you scared about?” Jake asked her softly.
“The thunder,” she cried. “The lightning. What else is up there.”
You caught Jake’s smile from where it was hidden in her hair. “Well, I can tell you from first-hand experience that it’s nothing but clouds up there. If there were, I would have seen it by now.”
Sadie pulled back, resting her chin on Jake's chest, peering up at him to take in his words. "Really?" She asked. Jake nodded. "I promise."
"Do you think you can manage to fall back asleep?" you asked her.
"I don't want to be alone," she managed to say before another burst of lightning filled her room, making her jolt.
“I gotcha, Bug.” Jake consoled her. “We won’t leave till you feel safe.”
Jake pressed his cheek to the top of her head, eyes closed as he held her, rocking back and forth as another rattle shook the house. Sadie shook harder with each roar, and he tried to soothe her the best he could.
As the worst of the storm passed, although no less intense as rain pelted against the windows, Sadie fell back asleep holding on to Jake. He lifted his cheek off her, glancing down at her with so much tenderness it made you want to cry. Placing a hand on the back of her head, he carefully picked her up so as not to disturb her sleep.
It brought you back to the nights Sadie would fall asleep on your chest as a baby or when she was only five years old, Ridley working night shifts at the hospital, and it was just the two of you. Falling asleep in the rocking chair in her room or on the couch, much like Jake was doing now, you’d carry her back to her bed, wondering how long it would be before she grew up and you couldn’t anymore.
Gently laying her down, Jake delicately peeled her hands off his shirt, ensuring she was settled, tenderly brushing away a piece of her hair covering her face. He stepped back to allow you to pull the covers over her. After pressing a kiss to her forehead, you motioned for Jake to follow.
Softly closing her bedroom door after Jake walked ahead of you, you pressed your back up against the wall next to her door.
“Thank you, Jake.”
“You don’t need to thank me for that," he said, standing opposite of you, looking down at the floor.
“No, I do,” you couldn’t gather the words to describe just how appreciative of what Jake just did for Sadie. “I… I don’t know what we’d do without you. She adores you... I..”
You had to stop yourself. You weren't going to admit to Jake that you liked him like this. It would be taking advantage of him, especially after that. But your mind raced, and instead, you went back to the question you wanted to ask before Sadie screamed.
You needed to know. If bringing up New Year's Eve would bring the downfall of this friendship, if setting a boundary with Jake was needed, then you'd rather rip the band-aid off now before your heart would ache further.
So standing in the middle of your hallway, just outside Sadie's door, with the rest of the daggers asleep in the house, you opened the can of worms.
“What did you want to tell me New Year’s Eve at the Hard Deck?” you asked him softly.
Jake lifted his head, shocked. “What?”
“When I showed you the letter, you wanted to tell me something.”
Jake shook his head, eyes cast down towards your floor, murmuring, “It’s not important.”
You frowned at his dismissal, pushing yourself off the wall. “Jake, it must have been important to you if you wanted to tell me.”
He turned around, raking his fingers through his hair.
“Jake?”
He looked to the hallway leading to your family room, pausing a few seconds before looking to your bedroom door, to Sadie’s, and then coming to rest on you. There’s a heat in his eyes, and you cannot help but feel the weight of it flushing down your body.
But you were still concerned. It wasn’t like Jake to be like this.
“Jake?” you tried again. This time your voice was significantly lower and a bit more concerning, hoping it would encourage him to speak. But then he licks the bottom of his lip, the little movement making your brain shortcircuit.
There you were, standing there looking up at him, worried something was wrong. In a sleep shirt, ten times too big for you. Standing outside Sadie's bedroom door.
You. His possibility of someday.
Penny gave him a green light. Sadie told him she was okay with it. But he realized he didn't want to be searching for those commanding orders in any decision regarding you.
A bell, a snake, his own fucking hesitancy. There would always be something preventing him from doing what he wanted. If he wanted to do it, he had to do it now.
If not now, when.
He doesn’t even lower his voice when he says, “Fuck it.”
Jake is in front of you in two strides, taking your face into his hands as he bends down without hesitancy, pressing his lips to yours. You froze, unable to move as your arms hung limply by your sides, trying to process exactly what just happened as everything around you went silent with his touch.
When you don't react, Jake releases your lips, his eyes wild and lips red as he takes in your face. And it hits you, at that moment, how desperate and turned on you were for him to give you more from that one kiss alone.
You lean up, pressing your lips back onto his. Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking forward and backing you up against the wall.
You were in absolute disbelief, yet a small part of you wanted to shake with joy. Maybe you were shaking with joy. Or nerves. You couldn’t tell. Not with how hard Jake was pressing you into the wall. His hold on you was just that tight. His other hand slips down from where it landed on the wall, along your hip bone, before grazing the bare skin of your thigh. His callouses a stark contrast on your soft skin.
But it’s not enough for him. He moves to grip the back of your thighs with both hands, bending down slightly to lift you up. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and you let instinct take over, your arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders, hands and fingers looping around the back of his neck to weave through the roots of his hair as you keep kissing him.
You had no idea how quickly the two of you got where you were so quick, but you didn’t want it to stop. But your heart fluttering hard against your chest was telling you to stop, competing with the quiet urge deep inside you screaming for you not to ruin the moment and let yourself experience it, to take as much as Jake was willing to offer.
But you couldn’t. You were too terrified, beneath how your body responded to Jake and his touch.
You needed him to know. You needed him to understand.
You weren’t somebody he could fuck around with.
With Jake releasing your mouth, you sucked in a desperate breath, “I’m not a one-night stand, Jake. I don’t sleep with people for fun.”
The words spilled out of you before you even really knew you were saying them. The defence mechanisms that had been slowly breaking down since the night at the Hard Deck, the hike, the video chat, and the almost kiss on New Year’s Eve were crying out in some last desperate attempt to survive. This a last attempt at warning you nothing but trouble and heartache would follow should you choose to keep walking down this path.
You were subconsciously aware of Jake’s hand travelling up your back, fingers catching the top helm of your baggy sleep shirt, pulling it down and exposing the skin of your shoulder, his nose softly tracing your cheek near the corner of your mouth.
I know you don’t,” he rasped before kissing you again. Heart soaring up your throat, you forced yourself to pull away, panting out, “You have a reputation.”
“Do I?” He whispered against your jaw before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck to your collarbone before sucking on the soft skin of your shoulder. “Enlighten me.”
“A trail of one-night stands,” you whimpered as he sucked harder, your hand going to his chest. “Quitting bartenders of broken hearts.”
Words were hard. It took you a couple of seconds, between feeling him stroke at your skin and his mouth at your collarbone, to formulate the words you needed to explain your point.
“Your call sign up in the girl's bathroom.” Shit. “It’s obvious.”
“Is it?” He had the decency to sound like he wasn’t as affected as you were, with no wavering of breaths or stuttering responses. Even if his voice was a little bit rough, it oozed confidence.
“It’s what I’ve been told.”
The hallway around you was non-existent. The storm raging on was non-existent. Nothing mattered but the feeling of Jake’s body, his hands, his mouth pressing up against you. His fingers splayed across the small of your back, sliding down only to grope at the bare skin of your ass underneath your sleep shorts.
It was too much. And not enough.
“What happened to the clean slate?”
“The clean slate was different - Shit,” your voice caught in your throat when he adjusted his grip, you dropping a few inches down the wall, your pelvis now flush against his. “I thought you wanted to be friends.”
“Do friends want to do this to each other?” he smirked against your jawline.
They certainly don’t, was the first thought in your head. Friends with benefits, maybe, but you weren’t that type of person. You cared too much ever to let your heart get hurt like that.
So you challenged him back, “Why do you think Penny hired me back? They all left because of you.”
“Not for what you think,” Another sharp kiss, all teeth pulling at your bottom lip, hard.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Let me prove you wrong.”
You stilled in this hold, nails digging into his broad shoulders and your hand pushing him away as you gasped slightly at his words. Jake hesitantly pulled back to look at your face, hands pausing in their efforts.
“Jake,” you managed to say, your breath harsh as your chest heaved with effort. “Are you asking to take me out on a date?”
You saw the gentle movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed before giving a terse nod. “Just one. That’s all I’m asking, Liz.”
You started at him in shock. “You don’t date.”
“I would for you.”
“And when you realize I’m not worth it?
“Bullshit.”
He was angry at you for saying so, back to pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips as if it would prove to you just how much he thought you were.
“You don’t want me,” you spoke in between kisses, Jake responding in kind by urging across your lips, “Yes, I do.”
“No," you pulled away from his mouth, panting harshly as both your hands pushed at his chest.
“Since the first moment I met you,” he is sure in his words. “Making an ass of myself by attempting to pick you up. But I didn’t realize how much until we spoke when I was overseas.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he started. “You’re not the type of person someone spends the night with. You’re the person they come home to.”
“Jake,” his name is a cry on your lips. There was no way he would see you like that. It was fucking insane. He must be fucking insane.
You went to shake your head, Jake catching a kiss on your cheek, preventing you from following through. Then another, and another before he found the corner of your mouth. You were unable to resist the feeling, the drive to turn your head back to meet his lips.
Jake couldn’t stop kissing you. If this were all he could get, he would take what he could while he still could. He just couldn’t understand why you thought you weren’t worth a chance.
“You should know what you're getting into,” you said, tilting your head back to whisper against his lips. “If you want to date me.”
“What am I getting into?” he challenged, lifting his chin up to rub his nose against yours.
“I have little to no dating experience, Jake.”
“According to you, neither do I.”
“I’m not like other girls.”
“It’s why I like you.”
“I’m off limits.”
“Fuck them.”
“Jake, I’m…”
“Stop.”
Another kiss. But this time, you let him. You let him press you harder into the wall, letting yourself gasp into his mouth, to hear him moan with you, to let him stroke up and down the back of your thigh, only to realize Jake was working his mouth down your body once more, down your neck and across your collarbone. Your hand finds a grip his hair, anticipating the path his lips might take. But instead of going back to your shoulder, Jake goes for your chest.
An open palm trailed up your stomach and over your ribs, pausing just below your breast. “Can I?” he rasped.
“God, yes,” you managed to croak. You couldn’t help yourself. Not when this touch was making you feel this good. Jake kneaded your breast, and you mewled, your head thumping back into the wall. He used his grip to bunch up your skin, taking in a mouthful exposed by the dip of your shirt to suck. You let out a cry behind a closed mouth, Jake grunting with the noise.
Something was building in the pit of your stomach. Was it heat? You certainly felt hot, your skin exposed, vulnerable, under Jake’s touch and mouth. And the way he was working his way around your breast, tongue travelling down your skin. His tongue shot out, creeping just at the underside of your breast, your hand shooting out to the wall, searching for a grip that wasn’t there.
“I’m a package deal,” you gasped up towards the ceiling. Jake paused in his efforts, looking up at you before bringing his face level with yours.
It felt cheap to throw Sadie in as the last resort. But you needed him to know, to really understand Sadie was a part of this too. Even in his arms, feeling his body pressing into yours up against the wall, your legs wrapped on either side of his waist. That if he really wanted this, he needed to know it wasn’t only you he had to consider.
You already knew what he was going to say.
You just needed to hear him say it.
His eyes were soft as he replied, “It’s the both of you or nothing at all.”
“Are you sure?”
You didn’t mean to make your voice so small or shut your eyes. But even with your back-and-forth internal monologue of fuck it and no fucking way, your insecurities came out front, right and center.
He didn’t hesitate when he replied, pressing his forehead to yours, “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure.”
Every brick you had ever built to protect yourself from accepting you felt something more than just mere friendship with Jake crumbled at his words.
“One date, darlin’.” He breathes out. “Give me a chance.”
You could no longer keep lying to yourself. The last brick had fallen, and with the realization settling in your stomach, there was no possible way you would have ever kept that stupid promise to yourself.
You wanted Jake Seresin more than you needed to breathe - in all the ways that mattered. And he wanted you too.
“Okay.”
Jake pulled back, the hand gripping your hip proceeding to hold your jaw. The back of your head hit the wall, forcing you to open your eyes.
“Okay?”
He looked worried, you thought. But there was also something desperate about how his stare took you in, pinned to the wall with his body and hips. As if you possibly couldn’t be saying yes. Despite the nerves in your answer, you shakily raised your hand off the wall, fingers threading themselves through his hair once more.
“Okay,” you affirmed, nodding once. “One date.”
Relief. That was the look on Jake’s face as he took in your words. He closed his eyes, body sagging into you as his face found a home in the crook of your neck.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, your legs still tight on his waist, his hand holding you in place as his breath warmed the phantom sensations from the number he did to your neck. You’d have to escape to the bathroom to hide the evidence before anyone woke up.
And as you stroked your fingers up and down the back of his neck, all Jake wanted to do was take in the feeling of you in his arms. Your softness, your warmth, the smell of your bath soap. The pressures of maybe, what ifs and his inevitable ability to fuck things up abated for now.
You had said yes.
The realization led him to press small, gentle kisses to your collarbone. They were feather-light touches across your skin that made you press a kiss to his temple in contentment.
“I don’t put out on the first date.”
“Either do I,” a muffled reply against your skin.
You chuckled, fingers messing through his hair. “Liar.”
“Not with you,” feeling him speak against your jaw, a vibration just barely thrumming in your ear. “I want to take this slow.”
You couldn’t help the smile. “You call this slow?”
Jake bit down on your neck, a sensitive spot that made a shriek escape your lips and throw your head to the side. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his tongue soothing the sharp sting.
“For now,” his voice was rough. “Just let me keep kissing you. Before somebody wakes up or something stops me for god damn fourth time.”
Maybe it was the fire burning through your veins encouraging this bout of sudden confidence. You usually weren’t this forward. But the words spilled from your lips before you really knew what you had said.
“The last time was your fault. You should have aimed for my lips.”
Jake canted his hips, the arm wrapped around the back of your waist to pull you down hard. There was no mistaking the deliberate press of his hips or the meaning behind it when he squeezed your hip. The feeling of him hard, through the layer of his pants, caused a mix of a whine and a gasp of surprise to escape your lips.
Jake covered your mouth with his in an attempt to silence you; his voice honeyed against your mouth as he asked, “Did I aim right this time?”
It was a miracle the Daggers currently in your house weren’t light sleepers. If the low rumbles of thunder and cracks of lightning outside your house hadn’t woken them up now, your voice as Jake continued to work his mouth over your body surely wouldn’t.
Jake here, pressing you up and next to Sadie’s bedroom door, would not go over well.
You just hoped Sadie was still asleep on the other side of the wall.
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your girlfriend is... | elizabeth olsen characters x reader
Hey people! New blog over here!
I've wanted to do something like this for a while, just with Lizzie's characters, because I feel like all my blogs always have pictures with them, but it's never enough...
Anyway, I'm starting here too and if you want to follow me on the other half inactive account, I think I'll write there again. @sawyercomfort is the user!
This is a preference that will kind of introduce the characters I'm going to write imagines about, so if you have any story suggestions, send me an ask!
Hope you like it!
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your girlfriend is... wanda maximoff.
ok, we know that wanda is the sweetest of girlfriends.
she would literally move WORLDS (and multiverses) for you.
wanda certainly loves to pamper you in the best way.
occasionally she uses her abilities on you, but it's so rare because she's afraid she might hurt you by accident.
kisses and cuddles when you need them.
the fights between you are intense, but wanda loves you so much that it's impossible for her to really let you go all at once.
you are like best friends with each other, the ones you would trust with your life.
your girlfriend is... taylor sloane.
taylor is clearly a total dominatrix.
she LOVES the control she has over you.
to the point where she does drama to get what she wants.
but at the same time, she's a caring girlfriend and would probably drop any project just to pay attention to you.
she also likes to post pictures and show off your relationship to the world. She makes sure that the moments between you are always saved somewhere.
the fights between you are usually pretty hot too, and it's always the same reason: exaggerated jealousy and the pressure she puts on you.
but you always end up working out one way or another.
your girlfriend is... zooey kern.
personally, for me, zooey is the best on the list.
she may seem extremely laid back at first, but when you least expect it, she's capable of anything to surprise you.
and when I say anything, it means anything at all.
you guys love to drive around aimlessly, just enjoying the music on the radio and the ever-changing landscapes.
by the way, music is something that surprisingly involves your relationship almost completely.
zooey knows she can't fight you, but it's her instinct to be extremely overprotective of the things you do, and that can get pretty annoying.
your girlfriend is... jane banner.
you can expect jane to be controlling.
this is bad, but it's good at the same time.
in fact, she would equally move worlds for you.
including facing people who might treat you badly or criticize your relationship.
she is still a little afraid of losing you, because there were too many personal reasons for her to come to terms with who she was.
jane has her romantic side and makes a point of showing it to you when she feels like she needs it.
the fights between you are fervent and usually end up in a breakup or a night out.
but she always ends up admitting that she overreacted and promises that she won't raise her voice at you anymore, even if it seems impossible.
your girlfriend is... leigh shaw.
leigh has been through a lot to get here.
and she doesn't want that to happen again with you.
she has issues too strong to deal with alone, and you have become her safe haven since she appeared in your life
that's why she's sure you're the one.
leigh will do anything to make you feel loved, from sightseeing to places where you both have a story.
even cuddling in bed and secluding in your room.
a lot of music.
and you wouldn't dare fight with leigh, ever. she's too good for you, and you couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't by your side for your whole life.
hope you really enjoyed this short preference. just a note here, i don't know if i'm going to write about lizzie because i'm afraid i'm forcing something and that it might misunderstand me. but anyway, if you have requests with her, send them to me too, I can make an effort!
and if you feel comfortable, please specify the reader's gender in your request as well. there will be gender-neutral stories here, luckily!
thanks for reading!
(won’t be writing for candy as well, obv!)
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Original Ask: hi! i found your blog in the ghostface tag and i fell in love with your writing 🥺 could i request some pre-entity danny / reader stuff? maybe about waking up in the mornings before work, weeknight dinners, general domestic TLC, etc... as cheesy as you want it to be :]
Domestic life with Danny, that very much includes you getting scared quite often. Even if you’re the type who doesn’t scare easily, Danny will always find a way to give you a spook
Makes sure to always sneak up on you when you’re all alone at home
If you’ve been in a relationship with Danny for a while, you can expect to be moving around from town to town. Just like him, you’re gonna have an alias every time. At least you’re the only one who knows his real name and he loves it every time you call him by it
In the mornings, you’re not really going to see much of Danny unless he’s got the day off. He tends to just drink some coffee and eat a small snack(usually a sweet)
He might…always leave something to scare you when you wake up, especially during Halloween time
You’re going to get stalked…a lot…even during the day time
Danny is a bit narcissistic as we all know it, so he’s gotta make sure there isn’t some piece of scum talking to you. You’re with him, so he clearly thinks very highly of you
He also is always calling you, sometimes in the Ghostface voice, sometimes as himself. Either way, he can get a bit kinky with it or just wants to have a conversation
Speaking of stalking, Danny doesn’t really sleep a whole lot. I HC him as having a bit of insomnia, besides the fact that he’d just rather stay up as much as possible. So you do get watched when you’re asleep…sometimes it’s not as creepy as it sounds, it’s more tender than anything; really loves to caress you the entire time
Also, you can expect to be woken up at 3 in the morning to talk about that one guy he saw slip on a banana peel in the office
You’re gonna have to be the one who does all the cooking, and maybe cleaning…Danny’s messy and he forgets to clean after himself. It’s not in his intentions to make you the house-spouse or anything, he’s just…Danny. Focused on many other things
He’ll eat anything. I mean, the man’s kinda built but he just does not eat right.
Not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I HC Danny as having a cat who he rescued + named Michael Meowers. So there is also a kitty you must look after, though he is thankfully responsible about the cat
Speaking of Michael, you will of course (jokingly) compete with him for Danny’s love.
So much teasing, from him and from you
I do see Michael as existing in the same universe but there’s movies like in the Scream universe where there’s Stab
Unfortunately, marriage is not really an option in this relationship. You’re never going to get to that point and mentioning it to Danny could result in him putting it aside or an argument if you really push it
He’s not against the idea, just has his eyes set on other things and ya know, he’s constantly moving around
However, a child wouldn’t entirely be entirely out of the question
So many horror movie marathons, constant trips to the movie store and even to drive-ins
Ya know…he secretly like Grease, especially ‘cause of Danny Zuko
So basically, I see Danny looking like this
You can bet that you’re gonna have to deal with people all up in Danny’s face, and he’s going to definitely charm them all. But of course, this is all but an act. So if you see him flirting with someone, please don’t take it seriously, he’s just marking his next victim(s)
You two aren’t always seen together in public because he’s usually off doing something else, but he acts very kind and polite. At home, you know that his whole demeanor changes into…well…( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Since Danny would prefer living in a small space, you won’t have very much room and might even have to share a drawer. So you’ll definitely find blood on your clothes every now and then or his costume stashed in the wrong place
Do you consider yourself not photogenic? Well, worry no more. Danny can make anything and anyone look absolutely perfect; he has such a good eye and he’ll constantly be taking pictures of you(this is both in an adorable manner and…( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
There are some nights where he won’t come at all, or at least come extremely late. Either you can stay up that entire time or he’ll be the one to wake you. Those are the nights where a kill didn’t go as expected and he probably got injured, so you’d have to stitch him up and kiss all of his boo-boos.
On those nights, a good horror movie while curled up in bed with Michael Meowers is total perfection. Those are the things he misses when he’s finally in the Entity’s realm.
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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 25 (Blind Love)
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Several seasons had passed with the scenery around me changing colours. Nothing changed about me, I was still spending time in the world of darkness as a fairytale writer.
Of course, Liam had always been by my side, smelling like vanilla.
There were days when I missed where I originally was before meeting Crown, but I never once regretted my decision to stay.
Even after you've made your choice, there will never be a definitive answer to what’s right or wrong.
There would surely be people who would point their fingers at me, criticising me for making the “wrong” choice.
But it doesn't matter to me.
This is what I want for myself.
…
In the basement surrounded by the smell of herbs, Roger read through my report.
Roger: This information is quite valuable. Well done, young lady.
Kate: I’m humbled.
Recently, I’ve been writing about not only Liam’s, but everyone’s curses.
It was said that people born with curses were destined to face a tragic death.
I knew that there was no way to change fate, but that doesn't mean we should just sit back and accept it without resistance.
(If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it. Even if it’s something small.)
Roger: Come to think of it, Liam has been having less frequent episodes lately, hasn't he?
Kate: Yes, they’ve become significantly less frequent. Liam is still periodically satisfying his curiosity, but now he’s more careful when doing so.
Roger smiled in satisfaction, his facial expression seeming rather sadistic.
Roger: It’s not very good for a former doctor to make guesses based solely on speculation, but…
Roger: … Liam’s episodes may be caused by his strong survival instincts.
Kate: Survival instincts?
Roger: He engages in potentially life-threatening activities to feel alive.
Roger: It sounds rather contradictory, but it’s important for humans to feel alive.
Roger: Therefore, you should stay by his side, young lady.
Roger: Because right now, to Liam, you are the one who's making him feel alive.
Kate: … I’ll always be with him.
Roger: Well, if ever he gets tired of you, I’ll take care of you. You’re my favourite, you know?
Roger ruffled my hair with his large hand like he were petting a dog.
Kate: Wah…!
Roger: Haha, your hair’s all messed up now.
…
Standing behind the door to the basement, Liam could hear the conversation between Kate and Roger.
Liam: “You’re my favourite, you know?”
Liam frowned when he heard those words, feeling uneasy.
Liam: What if Roger takes Kate away from me? What should I do…
Liam: N-No, no. It’s a horrible thing to doubt Kate. … I’ll trust her and wait. … I’ll do my best.
Liam felt the strong urge to run downstairs and swear his unwavering allegiance to Kate, but he resisted it and sat down on a step of the stairs.
He looked like a pet cat waiting for his owner.
Liam: … Ahh, it’s raining.
The rain was a sign of an episode's onset. It always felt ice cold, but today it felt as gentle as the rain in springtime.
He heard the voice of his “other self” in his heart.
Hey, Liam. I haven't had many chances to appear lately, huh?
(... Yeah. It’s because I’ve been focusing on moving forward to tomorrow with Kate.)
Hm? Ahaha, you’re so selfish.
(Yeah. I’m sorry for always running away. But from now on, I won’t run away anymore. I want to live.)
Living is something that’s difficult for you. You know, there’s no telling what could happen to you tomorrow, right?
(... I know.)
(But even so… I still want to try my best. I’m good at that.)
… I’ll be watching you.
I’ll pay you a visit when you’re at the brink of death again. See you.
When Liam opened his eyes, the rain in his heart stopped…
Instead, he heard the sound of Kate’s footsteps as she came up from the basement.
…
The clicking sounds of the typewriter keys echoed through my quiet room.
The things I had witnessed and the stories I had written with these fingers were sometimes inhumane and unforgivable.
My fear and sorrow never faded away, sometimes I even felt scared of what tomorrow would bring me.
(But I want to keep moving towards it no matter what.)
(And I’ll reach my hand out to the man I love, because that’s what “I love you” means to me.)
Liam: … Kate?
Kate: Liam, you’re back. Good job on your rehearsals.
Liam: Thanks. Oh, I saw that the door was left ajar, so I came in without knocking—
Kate: I thought it was about time you came back, so I left it open on purpose.
Kate: So I can see your face as soon as you’re back, you know?
Liam: That’s an adorable reason. … I wanted to see you as soon as possible too.
I couldn't help but be captivated by Liam’s smile, gestures, and even every one of his beautiful eyelashes.
(... It’s like he’s always getting more and more attractive.)
Liam’s radiance knew no bounds, it was always captivating the hearts of everyone who looked at him.
It feels a little embarrassing when someone this attractive looks at me so passionately.
Liam: Kate, can you close your eyes?
Kate: Fufu, okay.
Even though my eyes were closed, I already knew what Liam was up to.
Liam: OK. You can open your eyes now.
A strong fragrance tickled my nose, and a pink modern rose was placed in my hand.
Kate: Wow, it’s beautiful… . Thank you, Liam.
Liam: Mm, you’re welcome.
Liam often bought me modern roses on ordinary days like this.
(Now that I think of it, I’ve never asked him about the reason.)
Kate: Why do you always buy me modern roses? This flower isn’t easy to obtain.
I recalled Victor once telling me that this type of rose was a rare breed made through hybridization.
Liam: Hmm— I wonder why?
(Ah, I know that look. He has this facial expression whenever he’s trying to hide something.)
I gently placed the rose on my desk and reached my hand to his side…
Kate: Take this!
I tickled him relentlessly.
Liam: Hey, s-stop…
When I chased Liam around the room as he tried to escape, we tumbled onto the bed and messed up the sheets.
Liam: Aha, AHAHA! Okay, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you honestly…!
Liam: Hah… Kate… you really show no mercy.
Kate: Fufu, sorry. But I really do want to know the reason.
Liam laughed while laying on the bed.
Liam: Back when I was trying to buy you flowers for the first time, the florist told me about flower language.
Liam: She said that modern roses symbolise “gratitude”.
Kate: … Gratitude.
Liam: Mm, that's right. I’m grateful to have met you, for being able to spend time with you by your side, and to you for forgiving me for always sticking to you.
Liam: … Haha, it’ll be daylight by the time I’m done if I keep going, so let’s leave it as that…
Liam: Kate, I’m always grateful for everything about you.
Liam: Thank you for existing, Kate.
Those words, spoken so casually and without hesitation, carried the weight of the loneliness he had been putting up with all this time.
(Ever since Liam was born, no one has thanked him for existing.)
(Moreover, his life was always being trampled on by others and that hurt him.)
(And yet…)
– Flashback Start –
Liam: Your heart belongs to you, and only you. I hope that you’ll let me help you stay just the way you are.
(He was the protector of my heart.)
…
Liam: Everyone wants a shining star, and if it pleases them and means something to them…
Liam: I want to be that star. I don’t care if I’m just a fake.
(He struggled while trying to please everyone.)
…
Liam: Therefore, you’ll be alright, Kate. I hope you’ll always be someone who believes in tomorrow.
– Flashback End –
While continuing to live between life and death, Liam had a beautiful heart that cherished others.
Why does it have to be so difficult for him to live with a kind heart?
But still, even though there was nothing I could do to change that, I wanted to continue staying by Liam’s side and expressing my love for him.
Kate: … I should be the one thanking you.
His slightly tousled hair smelled like sweet vanilla today too.
Kate: Hey, Liam.
Kate: Thank you for being born. I’m very glad that I met you.
Liam: …
Liam: Ah…
Liam: … My heart beating so fast right now, I can feel it hammering against my chest.
Liam: Right now… I… I feel so alive.
Liam pulled me into his arms, as if he wanted me to listen to his heart beating.
His heart had a regular rhythm like it was taking care of a tiny animal.
Liam: Let me kiss you after you display that flower. Once I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop.
Liam: And… I want more than just a kiss. I want lots of kisses.
…
As our flushed skin and bodies came together, we laid down together on the sheets.
(Ah…)
Kate: Look outside, Liam! Isn’t that Betelgeuse?
Liam: Yeah, you’re right. Amazing, it's like it’s shouting at you to look at it.
The Betelgeuse shining brightly in the night sky reminded me of Liam.
They were both dazzling, beautiful, and made people want to reach their hands out towards them.
Liam: Did you know, Kate?
Liam: Betelgeuse is red because it’ll eventually explode and die.
Kate: Explode…?
Liam: Yup. It turns red as it burns brighter and brighter… and I heard from somewhere that its lifespan also gets shorter.
(... The end of the shiny red star in the sky.)
Liam: As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat… I wonder what will be the cause of my death.
Liam was clearly referring to his inevitable tragic demise due to his curse.
But that was definitely not all he was referring to.
Having experienced a close call with death once, Liam understood how painfully fragile human life could be.
The longer someone lived, the more prevalent death felt to them.
(That would certainly be the same for me. Everyone’s life would come to an end someday.)
Liam: … You know, Kate. If I can choose how I die—
Liam lifted my body up in his arms—.
He then guided my hands to wrap them around his neck.
Through the contact with his skin, I could feel the steady beating of his heart that was a sign of life.
Liam: Please, if I can choose how I die… I want my life to end in your hands.
Kate: In my hands?
Liam: … Yes. I want to be put to sleep forever by your hands.
Liam: Only then, for the first time, I’ll feel glad to have been born.
I could tell from the look in his rose-coloured eyes that he was neither joking nor speaking figuratively, it was his genuine wish.
It sounded depressing for him to ask to be killed. But, to me, that was him wishing for himself to keep on living.
What Liam was trying to tell me was that he wanted me to stay with him and watch over him until the day fate puts an end to him.
(And so, I…)
I gently tightened my grip on his neck, just enough for him to still breathe.
Kate: … Okay. I’ll be the one to end your life with my own hands.
Kate: Therefore, please remain by my side until the very end.
Kate: Keep on reaching out to me, who will be waiting for you in your tomorrows.
Liam: … Of course. You are the only one I’ll look at.
Just like any other day in your life, the world is unkind to you today.
(But…)
In this neverending nightmare, I will continue to beg for your life.
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Hi! I like your blog, it's very informative. Thank you for answering the questions. I have a couple, I hope you can answer.
So, the first one. I noticed that Jared is officially declared at only three of the eleven Creation conventions. Given the rumors about his participation in the upcoming Disney series about Nova, could this be the reason for his absence from most of the cons in 2024? The contract with the studio would oblige him to be available to work on their projects, right? Would that be a priority?
Although Disney isn't having the best of times right now, are they still developing this series?
In this regard, one more question: for what period is a contract with such corporations concluded? I read that they used to be imprisoned for five years. Has anything changed? That is, I am interested in this point: if work on the series has been suspended, the contract is not broken. So for the duration of the contract, Jared will not participate in other projects, including conventions?
If that's not the case, what is your opinion on why Jared is almost not participating in SPN cons next year?
And the last question: your forecast, how will Jensen's career develop next year?
I'm sorry if my questions are a little silly, I don't understand the movie business at all. And in how the organizers of the conventions work, too. I hope you can help me figure it out.
My guess is yes, Jared may be limiting his convention appearances due to filming commitments for non-Walker projects. Jared has repeatedly told Gilmore Girls stories when he wasn't scheduled to film on a particular day so he slept in. But GG had rescheduled filming and decided they would film Jared's scene on the said particular day. Jared's friend had to break into his apartment to wake him and get him to the set. The experience gave him nightmares and he vowed to always be available even if the AD said he's not scheduled to film that day. Disney is notoriously unforgiving so IF he will be working in the Nova project then he best make himself available.
Disney had a series of film flops this year, including a Marvel film with the lowest box office opening. Every long-running franchise goes through growing pains. Just as James Bond franchise didn’t die when there are a few clunkers at the box office, and Batman managed to survive the Batman & Robin debacle, the Marvel franchise won’t die, it's an institution at this point. Sure it's a little tired and nursing a black eye, but as we all know, that’s often when heroes rise to their best selves.
While Disney and every major studio are cancelling projects, they still need new contents. Recently Disney's CEO has pretty much said that going woke is making them go broke so they will be course correcting their Marvel brand by returning to more traditional storytelling entertainment aka more male-centric contents aka Chippendale for the female gaze.
"imprisoned" for 5 years?? Maybe you're thinking of a typical 5-year tv series contract. Studios have these contracts in case the show is a big hit and syndicated in season 4 or 5 will make them even more money as long as the lead actor don't run away, which is why tv contracts are at minimally 5 years. This doesn't prevent the actors from taking other projects, it just prevents them from leaving the original project. So yes, Jared can technically take on other projects but his first obligation is to fulfill the requirements of his first contract, which means being available for filming.
With that said, while TV contracts are typically 5 years, it is easily 7 years because in California all personal service contracts well limited by law to a maximum of 7 years without re-negotiation. With that said, if the show is a hit, the actors will often band together and ask to re-negotiate their contracts after 2 or 3 years. The studio will usually accede to this, because they don’t want to jeopardize a hit show, though the actors are technically in violation of their contracts.
But regardless, I also think in general Jared is moving away from SPN-only conventions anyway. Not only because he has a fanbase outside of SPN and its genre, but he also he wants to find work for his Walker colleague where multi-fandom conventions are more suited.
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