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vagabond-umlaut · 9 months

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two shots of ristretto, please!

One must have heard of espresso, but ristretto? No?

Well, translated to 'restricted' in Italian, ristretto is another version of espresso, but of a sweeter and more intense quality than the latter— though, you reckon, there's no entity in this world, sweeter and more intense than that white-haired, blue-eyed enigma-turned-menace of yours.

▸ yakuza heir! gojo satoru x uni classmate! fem! reader; TIMESKIP; dad! gojo satoru x mom! reader; FLUFF AND HUMOR GALORE; popularising the headcanon that gojo is so terrifyingly gojo for everyone, except his crush; the said crush's smart & not dense, for the first time in my stories; there is yakuza so there's a gun and there's a tiny bit of violence; brief appearance of utahime, shoko, suguru & nanami; POST-TIMESKIP: the most adorable twins ever, sachiko and sachiro, are back, with tons and tons of fluff!!!!!

▸ belongs to the series 'tang!' — same universe as the work 'every rose and its 'twin prickles'' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i know i described the reader to be smart and stuff, but the thing is: she is smart, of sorts, that is. and the post-timeskip portion is tooth-rottingly fluffy but not for satoru; sachiko & sachiro will never let their papa get some loving from their dearest mama... AND this is 4.4k wc long— idk how i wrote so freaking much! anyways, whatever it is–

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Gojo Satoru was born with three things.

His name.

His looks.

And, of course– the baggage certain to tag along with the above two.

Cup of coffee languishing in the frost of your ignorance, you lock gaze, the first time, with the famous infamous scion of the Gojo’s, an awfully stormy morning at the café your friend works at.

Said friend looks halfway on the path to sweet, sweet dreams, resting her head on folded arms on your table — smiling, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind the shell of her ear, and return to your sly spying on the group seated couple of feet away. You think you see Gojo look at you yet another time — it must be an error of your eye, you reckon, given how he's giving a sharp grin to the man across from him, in the very next instant.

Yeah, that's what it is. No one can possibly switch from shooting that level of thoughtful gaze to that level of feral grin in that short span of time. Yeah, it must have been a mistake of your silly eye.

Anyways, whatever it is, to say you hate drawing attention to yourself will be the greatest understatement of the century— so you decide to look away for a beat, to avoid even the faintest hint of suspicion, eyes going back to the chemical reactions strewn across the mess you call notes— only to snap back to the white-haired boy, widening in horror from the click! then the scene crashing onto your brain.

Gojo chuckles, eyes flitting from the gun aimed at the space between his eyebrows to the man holding it. "Aww," you register him croon, that self-sabotaging dumbass, "resorting to such cheap violence so quickly, Zenin-san? Grew tired of a civil conversation already? Tsk. What a pity."

Another time and you think you'll consider this precise moment to be when you wake your friend up and slowly sneak away into the kitchen then out, via the back door. Another day and you know you'll consider this very second to be when you return your focus to your assignment on carbohydrates, all the while hoping you or your friend won't be cast into a brawl none of you are a part of—

Too bad it isn't another time or another day, though.

Biting back a grimace, you shut your laptop and rise from your chair with a loud clatter.

"Forcing someone isn't really a nice way to make a deal, y'know," you hum, walking over to their table and plopping down onto the free seat next to Gojo, "what is better is to explain the pros and cons to the one opposite to you and try to convince them. Gently. And if that doesn't work, manipulate the hell out of them. But this?" you shoot the metal gun a disappointed glance, shaking your head, "this is a method even I know I shouldn't use to get my rival to agree to something, though I'm not from a criminal background."

The man– Zenin, you correct yourself; the second largest yakuza clan right after Gojo's family, your memory supplies after a beat – gives a slow look from the weapon to you, a scowl appearing on his features. And barks – voice, a disgusting grating noise to your sleep-deprived self.

"Who the fuck are you, girl? And why the fuck are you interfering in this?"

You pause. Okay, this wasn't what you were expecting when you first strolled out here. You were expecting a yell, a scuffle; worst case, the gun aimed at your precious brain. But this? One question about your identity, and the other about your reason for approaching them? You haven't prepared yourself for this!

Frowning, you cast a glance to your left, only to find the white-haired boy stare at you, staggered, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks; then at your friend who's snoring away like she doesn't give a damn about napping at work; then at the man glowering at you.

You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"Who the fuck I am... that's for me to know and for you to find out,” you answer, smirking, before growing serious again as you rush to explain, upon catching a murderous glint in the man’s eyes, “I mean, c'mon, y'all are the yakuza. This should be a piece of cake for you, shouldn’t it?"

The man's glare only worsens in result; stamping down the apprehension in your mind, you continue, "And as for why the fuck I'm interfering in this—"

You abruptly fall silent.

Offering the boy beside you a panicky glance.

Wondering what the hell you can say in reply.

Should you say, "I've been listening to you threaten the poor boy for a good thirty minutes now, saying he's gonna face dire consequences, or some shit like that, if he doesn't share the area in the east with the Zenin's or refuses to marry their third daughter— who I'm pretty sure, y'all have made into nothing but a maid, a cook and a broodmare. Poor girl, being spoken of by her own family member to a stranger boy, as if she isn't a human being but something with no life or ambition. But, hey, how you raise your kids is honestly your own problem and I’m not here to drill some lesson into your head– though I guess, folks like you could really use some. Anyways, whatever the fuck it is, I'm here because I JUST CAN'T SEE ANOTHER BEING FORCED TO DO SOMETHING AGAINST THEIR WILL. AND I’M GONNA PROTEST AGAINST IT AS LONG AS I’VE A BREATH LEFT IN MY LUNGS."

The inner-you tsks at the outer-you.

You groan inwardly, shifting to the next plan already.

So, must you say, "Gojo's my classmate, who has been sitting behind me since the first class of the year, and very weird to say, but I have also been finding him here at this coffee shop, every day I visit since that day, sitting at this specific table and scribbling in a notebook for hours at end— and, yeah, way weirder to admit out loud, but I guess I have also formed some kind of attachment to him? 'Cause of which, I feel, I get worried when I see him being actively threatened? And, yes, of course– all the while I totally ignore that he's next in line to a notorious criminal family or the fact that he's never even noticed me once before today."

Another click! bounces off the walls into your ears, making you draw away from your mind back to the situation at hand. You settle for offering a shrug.

"Why I'm here is because Gojo is one of my acquaintances and I just can't seem to stand someone being forced to do something against their will."

Your statement earns a mocking laugh from the man, but before you rush to defend yourself and the fact you spoke the truth, a calloused palm rests on your forearm. Gojo's gaze flits from you to the gun still pointed at him then back to you. You feel a mild tremor in his fingers when they meet your skin. Good heavens, Gojo must be really scared, huh?

His careful voice reaches you, a far cry from the haughty tone he was employing with the Zenin fellow earlier, "It's best if you leave now. Go take your friend and go away. And don't come back here. At least not until sometime later, yeah? Things are gonna get a hell lot messy and I don't want you to see that."

For the first time in many days, the buzz of caffeine in your veins weakens, giving way to the thrum of worry you feel at Gojo’s words. Has this bastard already accepted his fate!? Hell no! Not if you can help it!!

You give his arm a light pat.

"While I leave you here, all alone, huh?" Shaking your head, you click your tongue. "Nope! Not gonna happen, mister. My parents raised me way better than that. Besides, you might not be knowing me but I've been knowing you for a while now, and despite what everyone says of you being the crown prince, or whatever, in the underworld — I ain't leaving you here, with your life at the mercy of a person who doesn't even have a shred of respect for others' freedom of choice and stuff."

A noisy yawn sounds in the background, soon followed by a noisier series of snores. Gojo's mouth opens and closes a few times, like a funny fish, before he inquires, voice brimming with disbelief, "You... have noticed me? Since when?"

You blink, then chuckle. "Of course, I have. Since the first day, if I'm being honest here," you reply, then add as a hasty after-thought, so that he doesn't see you as a weirdo, "I mean, it's tough not to notice you, y'know? Not when you're—"

A deafening crash interrupts you in the middle of your sentence. You look away from the boy to find the man standing now, face contorted in a mix of fury and desperation while he shifts the gun's muzzle from Gojo to you, then back to Gojo, words leaving him in a harsh yell.

"THE GIRL NOTICED YOU 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE GOJO SATORU AND YOU'RE HANDSOME AS FUCK. NOW, CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH? AND YOU — YOU SICK, SPOILT GOJO BRAT– YOU SAID YOU DON'T HAVE A MINUTE TO SPARE? BUT HERE YOU ARE, CHATTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THAT GIRL—"

A second deafening crash reverberates through the small shop– and you think you see your life flash before your eyes– but not before the man drops to the ground, most probably unconscious and hopefully not too damaged to lead a functional life, and very earnestly not dead. The gun clatters to the ground beside him. You turn to your classmate, eyes wide. Gojo returns your gaze, unblinking and slack jawed.

Heart thundering in your ears, you hurry to explain yourself, "I–"

"You smashed that plate on that guy's head."

Gojo’s blunt words bring you to a still, making your eyes drift to the fragments of the unlucky glass plate, to the unluckier but-totally-deserved-it Zenin, then back to your classmate. A little more awe on the boy’s face and you think his jaw might hit the floor.

You nod slowly.

"Yeah, but as self-defence. I mean, you saw how eccentric that man was acting, right? I had to do something to protect both of us," you explain, looking away from the pair of blue eyes watching you closely, to your friend who still seems to be lost in the land of sleep (how much exactly did she drink last night, huh?) to your grey sneakers, voice growing mumbled with every other syllable you utter.

"But that doesn't mean you've to feel some sort of debt towards me or anything. I too was kind of at mistake then, I guess... what with me rambling so fucking much when there was a literal gun at your head. I should have acted with more tact then – if I had done so, then maybe this mess could've been avoided. I mean, I've never seen these things before in my life, y'know? Except in TV shows, that is. Yet, this foolish me here thought she could just swoop in and save you like some sort of a hero..."

Sullen, you trail off, face growing warm from embarrassment whilst your mind devises a plan on how to clear up the mess you created, many thanks to your foolhardy nature, when a muffled laugh reaches you. Gojo's eyes twinkle in enjoyment at the bewildered huff you give him.

"You did save me like a real hero back then, y'know," he says, grinning a wide grin – before it disappears, making way for a much reserved, much shyer(??) version. A giggly voice within you whispers he looks just as sweet as he did with his cute dimples. The boy continues, carding a hand through his mess of white hair, with a casual glance at the man, "And, as for the mess you keep mentioning, don't you worry. Gun shots create more mess than a plate smashed on the head. And if I can clear that within a minute– this won't even take me a full second, Miss Hero. Don't you worry for this at all. But, yeah, thank you."

Now, you don't really know if it was the sincerity in his voice as Gojo thanked you, or the fact that he has to clean up the mess you made in the first place, or the stunned feeling so clearly visible in the blue colour of his irises when you admitted to noticing him— whatever it is, you find yourself not wanting to leave anything unsaid between you both.

Moreover, the realization that lives are considered extremely low-on-value in the world of crime, so much that guns are whipped out at the tiny disagreements or boasts are made on how quick a gunshot mess can be cleared by them — this realization doesn't make things any easier for you.

Giving the injured man and your napping friend a momentary glance, you return your focus to Gojo, whose eyes are now narrowed at his mobile, and speak those words weighing heavy on your mind right now.

"I really noticed you since the first day, Gojo," you say. The boy pauses his typing, confused gaze darting to you. "But not just 'cause you're the Gojo Satoru, or 'cause you're really pretty — which you totally are, by the way— but mainly because you had ambled into our first class, on the first day, a magnificent hour late, with your two friends— and my first thought seeing you was, what sort of a fucking entitled brat is this guy, sauntering in as if he owns the entire place."

A beat passes before the boy erupts into chuckles, though the tense quality of them doesn't escape your notice. Pocketing his mobile, he shoots you a small smile. "And what about noticing me after that? It was just my name and looks which kept your attention hooked onto me, wasn't it?"

The question– the mumbled way it was asked, more so– sends you into a brief bout of musing silence. Gojo's eyes remain trained on you the entire while — quite contrary to the innumerable adjectives you've heard to describe them: oceanic blue, sparkling blue, mesmerising blue, kind-of-startling blue– you think they're just... blue. So blue, you wonder if there's anything as blue as that gaze peering down at you.

Perhaps not.

Lips curving into a smile, you hum, "Yes and no. Yes, 'cause that was the main reason why my eyes kept trailing you whenever we were in the same place. No, 'cause they were the reasons only until I realised what kind of person you are, and how very different you're from what I first thought of you. I got new reasons after those."

"Mind telling me those new reasons?"

Gojo's nervous question widens the smile on your face. Casting your friend a glance — goodness, how many drinks did she really have at the party she went to last night — you reply, making your voice light and friendly, "Your personality made me curious. You are old money, with good looks to boot— you're literally the heartthrob of every girl on campus! Still, I've never seen you with anyone from them— never with anyone outside your group of three friends — though, I got to admit, the blond boy looks nothing less than constipated for a week, when he talks to you."

That last comment draws a chuckle from the white-haired boy. The tightness in his shoulders seems to relax a bit, you note with relief. Face still carrying the same smile as before, you continue speaking.

"And the second point which made me curious was how different you behave in different places. Your voice rings across the cafeteria every day during lunch yet you stay so quiet here for hours at end. You once said you've never been much of a book person, yet I always see you in this shop, immersed in your notebooks. And– what has struck me the most of all is the way you tend to go out of you way to annoy others – I've been sitting in front of you in class for a good three months now, yet you've never ever irritated me in the slightest. Kind of strange, ain’t it?"

Stunned silence comes as the answer to your question, what with the addressed classmate of yours, rooted to his spot on the ground, blue eyes as round as the plate you had smashed on the man's head some time ago and the expression on Gojo's face, almost as if you've grown a couple of heads in the while you have been chatting with him.

Or more like monologuing, now that you think about it.

This guy is always so chatty with others: he was even then with that gun cocked to take his life — then why the fuck is he so unspeaking right now, eh?

"Oh God, Satoru, I can't believe your plan of lurking in the places she goes to, to catch her eye, worked out!!" "Are you asking her out right now, bro?" "Can you all please move? It's raining like hell outside and I'm not really keen to get my leather jacket wet, thank you."

The noisy rumbles of rain and thunder stream in through the opened door, before the latter is closed again, snapping you out of your internal monologue, a bit too sudden and harsh for your liking. Three pairs of eyes regard you with an utmost curiosity — you return them a blink before dragging your eyes away and looking at the boy a good foot away, only to find him resolutely staring at the overhead lights. Two pretty long (and pretty weird) seconds pass before you finally decide to tear your gaze away from him to the rain-soaked glass window of the eatery.

A face with creased brows and warmed cheeks greets you from your reflection.

Screwing your eyes tight shut in an attempt to ward off an annoying headache you can feel build up, slowly yet steadily, you let out a sigh.

Friendship with the Gojo Satoru seems good enough but romance with the Gojo Satoru... that doesn’t seem half-as-good, right?

Right?

"Wrong."

Your son's insistent voice, coupled by the tiny fist he slams down on the table, breaks you out of your reverie and you turn to find Sachiro wearing a frown, tears brimming in his eyes– eyes which move away from his father and sister to you, pinning your drowsy form beneath the weight of their moisture.

Stifling a weary sigh, you place the menu card back on the table and coo, "Aw, Sachiro! What's wrong, baby? Are Papa and Sachiko saying mean things to you again? Are they still teasing you regarding today's incident?"

Although, you suppose to yourself, catastrophe might suit what happened today, way more than the word 'incident'— what with the shrieks, cries and yells resounding through your flat in the short time you took to get ready for your Sunday lunch at a restaurant. Rubbing his eyes a little, the little boy scoots closer to you and nods weakly, wrapping his tiny arms round you. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you direct a stern look at the two sitting across from you.

Sipping on the welcome drink, Sachiko just shrugs back at you.

"I'm not the wrong person here, Mom. He is," your daughter explains, pointing a finger at her brother, then retracting it at your frown. Your husband snickers from beside her. “Yeah, sweetness, it’s Sachiro who’s wrong. Getting confused on when’s your birthday is no small mistake. Besides, our darling little munchkins taunt me the entire time if I ever make a mistake, no? Can’t see why they can’t stand a taste of their own medicine, then.”

The sobs muffled into the cotton of your dress grow in intensity and misery. Sending her father a vicious stink eye, your daughter moves to observe you and her brother, a cute little frown on her face.

"Okay, fine," she relents after a short beat, returning the lemonade to the table, "Guess I was a little wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him so much, along with Papa, for messing up the date of your birthday. I also should not have said, he doesn't love you, some time back."

A very weighted moment passes. The little girl jumps off her seat and reaches your side of the table, tiny arms reaching out to wrap around her brother. It takes a minute, and a small nudge from your side but soon enough, your two kids are hugging each other; Sachiro, a wailing mess, whilst Sachiko, being the older of the twins that she is, keeps saying 'sorry's' and patting his head, the exact same way their father does to them in times of their grave distress — when they throw a tantrum and get a nice long lecture from you, that is.

Fond smile creeping onto your lips, you tear your gaze away from the two adorable angels of your life to your husband.

Relieved to find him sans any teasing smile, you receive a gentle look from him, his hand reaching out to interweave his fingers through yours. You let him with a content hum, basking in the simple domestic joy seeping in through the sweetly scented air of the restaurant. A pair of plush lips press to your palm; biting back a giddy giggle, you throw the owner of said luscious lips a meaningful wink.

Though... you doubt how much of your meaning could be conveyed to him... given how the two of you jerk back from each other a mere instant later, at the loud clearing of a throat from Sachiko and an angry 'Papa! Go away!' from Sachiro.

Stomping back to her chair and settling into it with some effort and a huff, you watch an extremely pissed shadow form over the little girl's face, worsening as she twists and cranes her neck up to face her father. You really, really think your husband must not chuckle in this way in the face of such a thunderstorm— not when your daughter is shooting daggers with her gaze; and certainly not when your son is shooting that gloating smirk at him.

Another time and you think you’ll look at that glare and at that smirk, then proceed to be on cloud-nine, realizing your children, despite being xerox copies of their father (both in looks and manners), did inherit certain features from you as well— something which a terribly competitive voice inside your head claims, is a great win— now, however, is decidedly no such time.

Not when the person you’ve loved for these many years and know, will continue to do so for an eternity, looks one step away from being tormented to death– by none but the two milk-toothed lights of both of your lives.

You watch Sachiko’s frown deepen, more than should be possible for someone her age, then begin.

"Papa, I'm sorry but I have to break our deal. Sachiro is right. We two are the strongest duo of twins in the multiverse — we can't let you break our team this way. So, what if my brother makes a mistake? He's a young baby and babies are allowed to make mistakes, aren't they?"

You wonder if she truly understands she was born a mere six minutes prior than her brother... and not six whole years, as appears to be the case right now. Holding back chuckles, you spare the person, addressed in the ‘not-really-apology' apology, an amused glance, then nod your head solemnly at her words.

"They are, baby. They so are," you agree in the very next instant, then ask, a genuine inquiring inflection to your tone, "But what deal did Papa make you agree to, baby? Sounds pretty serious to me, to be honest."

"Oh, it wasn't anything, sweet cheeks," your husband begins with an awfully nervous-sounding chortle; too bad, your daughter is quick to beat him to it. Throwing him a smirk, you can only describe to be devious, she looks back at you and grins. "Two weeks back, Papa found me in the living room, late at night, staring at shooting stars through the windows. And I found him walking away from the kitchen, eating a giant chocolate bar. Papa said you’ll be very mad because we didn’t listen to what you said, so, we should make a deal and become a team to keep this a secret from you."

"Papa made that deal– only to divide us. So, our strong team can be destroyed and he can easily defeat us and keep you all for himself, Mama," your son chips in, puffy eyes narrowed into a very hard glare. Your daughter agrees vehemently from the opposite side.

Your eyes drop to the glass of lemonade before you; you try your best to stifle the yawn.

This fight over your affection has been going on since the time your children turned four or so... and despite them nearing an age of six in few months, no end can be seen in the horizon, to this war raging within your home...

And as for the matter of Sachiko being awake way past her bedtime? You reckon you can't really do much on this, other than repeating the rules and the reasons behind each one of them– especially of punctuality and an adequate sleep– to her, like you did the last time... though, you think of toning your lecture down a little this time, considering it wasn't a video game but a meteor show she had stayed awake for... besides you too used to be — okay, no, wait, what???

Your husband's sheepish grin collides with the incensed glare you aim his way over the table. Letting out a frustrated huff of an exhale, your face turns away from his, choosing to stare at itself in the clean glass windows instead — too, too mad to acknowledge that white-haired, blue-eyed menace of yours, whining apologies with a pitiful gaze.

You screw your eyes shut and let out a sigh.

Being married to the yakuza king, Gojo Satoru, is a story, you deem, it couldn’t have been better, but being married to the sweet fiend, Gojo Satoru?

Oh, sweet– no, strike that, you fucking hate that word—

Oh, sour heavens above.

That's a different story altogether.

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Day 21 : Kim Namjoon (RM) . +18

Content Warning: teasing, oral sex, unprotected, serious breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, sub! reader, possesive, degradation, body writing.

"You've asked for this a couple of times" You identify the sound of his voice coming from your right side, though you're not able to see anything with your eyes closed. It had become a habit, everytime you were about to start a heated session, you closed your eyes and breathe deeply. You've always liked to take in every little moment in life. A clicking sound startles you, it repeats when the handcuffs trap one of your wrists.

Though your mind had driven away for a second you convince yourself you need to focus on getting there. They call it the subspace. A place in your mind where you forget about pride and taboos. A place where you were only made for serving, obeying, pleasuring him. "So you can consider this a gift" His deep voice keeps talking. Another handcuff traps your other wrist.

You have no control over what happens next. That's what this is all about. When your eyes finally open, you realize he's already at your feet, looking at you, waiting for you to be ready. His fingers follow the lines of his lips, before getting licked by his tongue. "I'm gonna fuck life into you" He growls just before his fingertips travel through your, already wet, folds.

"Oh look. You're so wet and we haven't even done anything yet" Humilliation. It played an important role in your kinks. Pointing out how easy to turn on you were was just the beginning of it. In your mind, the images of your previous sessions play on repeat. Him writing all over your body degrading words, along with his name, marking you like a property. Or that one time you kissed his feet begging for permission to cum until he let you release yourself.

Shivers take over your body. His hand traps your face against the mattress. His face inches from yours. "What are you replaying in that mind of yours?" He could read your mind. He had to have some sort of power to do it. "I was just remembering times you humilliated me" He hums. "Which ones? It's happened more than a couple." You take a deep breath. His power made you feel weak to his every touch. "When you wrote on my body with a marker and when I kissed your feet asking for permission to cum"

He chuckles. "Do you know why I asked you?" His fingers had started to play with your hair. "No sir" You answer almost inmediately. "You got even more wet just thinking about it" You gulp, full of anticipation. "I'll have to do it to check just how wet you can get" He says while getting up. You follow his figure with your eyes. He searches everywhere, almost as if he was deliveretely trying to make you feel eager.

When he finds your lipstick inside your purse he shouts. "Voila!" His body climbs onto the bed with hunger. "What should I write?" He asks you, you simply look at him clueless. "How do you feel when I use you?" His question makes you twist your body a bit. "Like a slut" You whisper. His grin grows.

"I didn't hear you" Another deep breath. "Like a slut sir!" You shout this time. His fingers guide the lipstick against your skin, writing the word slut on your chest. "Give me more" This time you close your eyes, trying to reach out for your darkest thoughts. "Cunt. Cum dumpster. Toy. Whore. Needy. Bitch" You knew when to stop because he closed the lipstick. Your skin was almost fully covered in red words.

It was embarrassing to feel his fingers against your wetness, the threat linking the digits to your pussy. He spread it all over your folds, your thighs. If he wanted he could cover every inch of your body with it, and you'd still be so embarrassingly wet. His fingertips press against your clit. They make circles over it. Slowly. Peacefully. Every nerve of your body activates with his touch.

His tongue joins shortly after. You can already hear in your head all the times he's told you I wanna taste desperation. It truly was just that. He'd take a couple of seconds to taste you and then stop. "Fuck me" The words escape your mouth without permission, like a moan or a grunt does. "What?" He asks, stopping all his actions. Your eyes fix on his. He looks kind of pissed.

"I'm your cum dumpster tonight sir. I want you inside of me please" He seems to like that better. His fingers search on his pocket, coming out with a condom. You protest loudly. "Don't use it please" He chuckles. His mouth goes up to your ear. "You have to be more especific in your requests" Deep breath

"I want you to fuck me raw, and fill me up. Please" He sits over your waist, putting his weight on his legs to not smash you. His fingers wander down your body. Pinching your nipples when they get there. A groan is your reaction to the sudden stimulation. When his body moves you can clearly feel the bulge against your skin. His pants fly in the air. His tip touches your clit.

His first thrust feels like a rollercoaster filled with pleasure, anticipation, slight pain. You're full with him. In every sense possible. The second thrust though, feels like heaven. Your eyes roll all the way back. You've question to yourself before if it could be possible for you to cum just by listening to him. And with how fast you do now it becomes more and more real.

He ignores the fact that your body is spasming with release. He's only focused on using you. Filling you. There's hunger in every groan he lets out. His hand push against your mouth, keeping you quiet. You must've been really loud for him to do that. The moment you feel his hot cum painting your walls, your second orgasm brushes over your body, like a reharsed coreography.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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02/27/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew; SambaSchutte;VicoOrtiz;RhysDarby; Fan Spotlight; More Polls; Repo News; Rotton Tomatos; Watch Party Reminders; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba posted so much BTS I couldn't fit it on one recap! I I posted some highlights, and you can see all the pictures + merstede video over here.

Obviously if you have instagram please visit Samba's IG Post/Stories

= Vico ortiz =

Vico decided to bless us with "Soft Boi" vibes today.

"💙💚✨Soft Boi✨💚💙 📸: @transnormativity"

Also, Vico is a member of the Public Assembly free theatre in South Pasadena California and "wrote something" for the next assembly! If you're in the area, consider checking it out, it's free!

= Rhys Darby =

Cameo - Reconnecting with Art / Writing!

The cameo today is about Reconnecting with Art / Writing! Thank you to the anonymous sharer who allowed us to partake in this lovely and inspiring cameo!

Cameo Src

== Fan Spotlight ==

Last couple days of February Love Collage Fest! @wndrngnomad even gave us a bonus for #TaikaTuesday! And that catches us up! Just two more days! Want to see the collages anytime, check them out in our Fan Spotlight Section on the repo!

Day 27: Season 1 Costumes

#TaikaTuesday

Day 13: Matthew Maher!

Day 14: February Love!

Day 15: Taika Waititi

PS: Lots more fan spotlights to come, today got away from me and I had a couple more people to check with.

== More Polls to Participate In =

Looks like Ranker is doing a pole on the best HBO Max shows! You can click the up arrow for OFMD, and the down arrow for other shows if you'd like as well to move the rankings around. Thanks @JackieNoses on twitter for recommending it!

== WATCH PARTY REMINDERS! ==

= People of Earth S2 =

People of Earth S2 continues tomorrow Feb 27 at 9 pm GMT / 4pm EST / 3pm CST / 1pm PST. Need access? Reach out to @iamadequate1!

#PiratesOfEarth

= Uncle Season 2 Watch Party! =

Wed 28th + Thurs 29th GMT - 8pm / ET - 3pm / PST - 12 pm Streaming on I-player! Outside the UK? Follow this VPN tutorial to learn more.

#ForTheNewUncle

== Rotten Tomatoes! ==

Just wanted to give a huge shout out to everyone out there doing ratings! We finally made it to 1000+ ratings on Season 2 for Rotten Tomatoes! What an excellent job everyone!!!

== Repo News ==

I am putting this in the recap so that in case someone missed it on my blog I can still try to fix any damage that was done. This is the first para, but please read the whole thing here. "It has come to my attention that a google drive that was linked in my Repo contained art, gifs, images, videos etc that had not been shared with permission of the original artists. I want to sincerely apologize to anyone who this affected." The situation has been rectified, but please, if you were one of the folks affected, please reach out to me and I will see what I can do to help.

== Articles ==

10 Streaming Shows That Were Cancelled Too Soon

== Love Notes ==

Today I would like to take a moment to thank the folks who checked in on me or sent kind words today while I was having a rough time (whether you knew it or not). You all really amaze and humble me with all your kindness and caring. I wanna give a few shoutouts to some folks who kept me sane today @spirker @ofmd-ann @scorpiostarseed @xoxoemynn @catbells-and-summerlinens @brainfugk @hoshiforever @roximonoxide @aliragsandmuffins @melvisik if I missed anyone I promise it's not on purpose but because I am about 3 minutes away from passing out on this couch or I thought you wanted to remain anonymous.

Love Note: From DoodleGems--

You really do deserve to take up space. When you do, you work miracles and you move mountains and you give this tired lady hope. So remember you are worth taking up space and fill it with all your goofy unique wonderful soul <3 Love you lovelies, get some rest tonight.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Okay so I can't stop looking at this post by @ofmd-ann so yes these two are tonight's, even though I'm sure I've posted them individually before (but they go so well together so here we are)

#daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #save ofmd #taika waititi #samba schutte #ofmd bts #vico ortiz #ofmd crew #save ofmd crew #ofmd renewal repo #watch parties

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lawlietscaramels · 2 months

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I read your last post (and all the previous ones), but I haven’t had the energy to comment on it lately. I’m a bit drowsy rn but I would like to chat about headcanons and such.

See, I’ve always been a person who tries to adhere to canon as much as possible in my own writing/art/etc. I try not to stray too far for fear of misinterpreting the characters or misrepresenting them.

But then I entered the death note fandom. You’re totally right with comparing the different canons to multiverses with their own rulesets. There’s so much out there to read, watch, etc. And everyone has different opinions on what’s “more” canon. I would take it one step further and say that anyone’s perception of the story is going to be slightly different from another’s, because that’s how we see things. And people in fandom make art and such based on their perceptions of the characters, which often includes projecting headcanons onto them. For better or worse.

Tbh, I dunno if I really got the idea of a “comfort character” until L and Near. There’s just so much about them that I relate to, especially Near. I may never solve a serial murder case, but I do solve problems by sitting on the floor and playing with toys. I find myself staring dead-eyed at people or at screens when I’m thinking. My point is that I find comfort in these characters, and wonder what they might do if scared, or stressed, or alone. Naturally, headcanons arise, based on my interpretation and my outlook on the world. The important thing is, I’m not Ohba or Obata. If I write these characters, I’m naturally going to insert little pieces of myself in the characters, whether I know it or not. And so will you, and anyone who writes them.

When you wrote your headcanons about L vs Ryuzaki, I found myself nodding along because I related to those. As a neurodivergent person myself, I sometimes feel like I subconsciously act differently in the presence of others out of a need to keep an “image” that others have built of me, even if it’s not entirely positive. That’s how I interpreted your post about L. I understand, however, why the other anon interpreted the post as ableist. Maybe it came off as you “explaining away” L’s habits, like some attempt to make the character more “palatable”. I don’t wanna put words in your or the anon’s mouths though, so I’m not gonna speculate.

I guess I just wanted to write this to say- it’s okay that you have headcanons and I promise you, I love reading them! Sometimes people interpret them poorly, and sometimes we need to reflect on why we have the headcanons we do about characters. I really do think you had good intentions though.

I’m not sure how to wrap this up, but I genuinely hope you’re doing well, Lei. Feel free to delete this ask after you’ve read it, if you like. I just thought I’d try to give an opinion.

-🎲 (I hope this ask is coherent and tumblr doesn’t eat it.)

I wanna share this because you genuinely just made my day, 🎲 anon. and also to elaborate more. So, anyone with doubts on my intentions, please read.

I did admit and I will say again that I did not approach L vs Ryuzaki in the best way and I did not think it through. But my intention was NOT to explain L's traits away and make them more "palatable." I didn't realise I needed to include this in the description of the original post, but I love him so much for his "weirdness" and being "unpalatable" because that's what society calls me when I don't mask. Like L, I sit in weird ways, and speak in monotone, and I play a lot with mouth and fingers, and I dead stare at people and I just. I see a lot of myself in him.

And the things that I've always felt bad about myself I love seeing in/headcanoning on L. To share a personal story, I stare at people without blinking for several minutes, and when I was entering my teen years I got called rude, weird and creepy for it - and around that time I watched Death Note and I immediately clicked with L (for many reasons but that's the one I can give a specific example why for). I went "L stares like me, and people call him weird, but I can see he's not bad, he's really cool - maybe I'm not bad either".

That got into a bit of a rant sorry 😭 again. obviously I didn't intend to hurt anyone. but again, I did not approach it in the best way. I should also say, because I didn't address it properly in my original answer: I wasn't trying to elaborate on the Ryuzaki theory. I was trying to share my own headcanons on how L expresses MORE of himself, NOT a completely different self, when alone.

I do think he sleeps at least once a day (if only for a short time). I do think he eats things other than sweets (especially steak. I throw my anemia onto him and with it comes STRONG cravings for rare meat). I do think he sits in ADDITIONAL ways to the 40% smarter. but I DON'T think that those traits are all 100% fake completely for show.

anyway. again. seeing this made me feel better. I'm not sure if the anon who sent the ableist thing was a follower, but it's nice to know that people I've been interacting with can tell I didn't have malicious intent. I felt pretty down after getting it, I felt so bad about writing something that could be interpreted like that - maybe that could only be interpreted like that - and I kind of avoided Tumblr a bit after. even posting of a and b or any of my recent "lei chats," I've felt so anxious that I'm going to be misinterpreted. It's the worst feeling. In real life people assume I'm being rude/malicious all the time when I'm being genuine/don't have that intent. Online, in the most part, I found a space where people assume the opposite. So it hurt.

AGAIN I RANTED AND IT GOT A BIT PERSONAL I'M SO SORRY. but thank you very much 🎲 anon. you made me smile <3

#i really appreciate this. thank you. and i hope i specified enough about what I meant with the post #lei chats #🎲 anon

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crazybutgood · 2 years

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Birthday origami rec (teacup-tai)

(Please click on the image for better quality! Thank you to the lovely @curlyy-hair-dont-care for looking this over)

Image description: A deep purple origami tea bag. The tea bag has ‘tai’s chai’ handwritten on it in cursive in gold ink. The tea label has the Cancer zodiac sign drawn on it in gold ink. I chose purple as it is tai’s favourite colour.

Happy birthday @teacup-tai! 🥳💜 tai, you are such a lovely, talented bean and I’m so glad to call you a friend. Thank you for always being so kind, and all your encouragement for fandom and life things. It’s always a pleasure to talk to you and beta for you❣️

Thank you so much for the ko-fi! I wanted to take the opportunity to fold this origami tea bag for my fellow tea lover friend’s birthday. If I were to choose a tea to match the essence of tai’s writing, I would go with Dilmah’s Pure Ceylon Broken Orange Pekoe. As in the tea’s description, tai’s writing is rich and steeped with strong emotions and thrill, in various genres and tropes, that will keep you immersed from start to end.

Not only does tai pour her heart into her own fics, but also in reccing others’ fics. You can check out her lovingly curated reclists on her masterlist post here. The post also contains three of the fave fics she wrote, and I highly recommend reading them!

Here are some of my own picks of tai’s gorgeous fics. Please leave some love for them and check out more of her fics on her ao3 and tumblr!

A Home by the Sea (E, 10778) (Drarry)

I press my face against your neck, smelling like home and warmth and peace. This is what being with you feels like nowadays: peaceful, certain, like the waves on the sea in a never-ending dance. An ode to falling in love later in life. To this kind of love that is mature, stable and comforting.

All Rivers Merge into the Sea (T, 3450) (Pansy)

Pansy was dragged by the heavy river tide that moved the Parkinsons into the dark belly of war. But all rivers follow their own path before merging into the sea, vast and unknown, and Pansy would similarly find the opportunity to become her own person, not really knowing who she would turn out to be.

Space Bodies (M, 1494) (Drarry) (TW: mention of suicide ideation, mention of transphobia)

She tastes like a love story.

The Truth Runs Wild (E, 3026) (Blairon)

It’s Harry’s fault and his whole ‘gay awakening’ and all the shit he had to hear Harry talk him through, in the name of friendship and supportive brotherhood. But honestly, if Zabini licking his lips can be this sensual, what could he do with a dick in his mouth? Ron flushes, because he cannot be honestly thinking about Blaise Zabini and blowjobs. Like, he’s straight, right. Right?

Only Fools Fall (WIP) (E, 5310) (Blairon)

Blaise planted a kiss against Ron’s temple and moved away to watch him with big black attentive eyes. “I only wanna make you feel good,” he assured him. And Ron felt himself blush, because Zabini was looking soft and warm and it was making things inside Ron’s chest turn and pull. This was getting way too real. Or: Ron wants more, then he gets pretty confused. So Tai decided to write a Blaise/Ron love story out of it. Sequel to The Truth Runs Wild.

Young Love (WIP) (E, 33876) (Drarry, Wolfstar, Snily)

Adolescence is tough for teens and parents alike. Or: Harry has a thing for older guys, Draco has a homophobic pure-blood family, Lily doesn’t have the patience, Sirius needs another drink, Narcissa asks for help, James is a good dad, Snape wishes he wasn’t involved at all, and Remus just really wanted to have a chill Christmas break for a change.

#30 June #birthday #teacup-tai #talented bean #cbg folds #origami #mine #fic rec #reclist #drarry #blairon #wolfstar #snily #pansy parkinson #harry potter

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iolite-moodboards · 2 years

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Can you tell me how to make an Instagram moodboard? I’ve asked several people and they try to avoid it for some reason, I’ve searched up and all I can find is about the app, I just wanna make my friend a gift 😭

I've gone through the exact same thing, and the ones that did help said they used a PSD (which is photoshop, which is something i cannot afford) so I had to break down and design my own. I actually use Canva for this (it's free so no hassle!)

Kind of obvious but get yourself a Canva account

On the top of the website next to your profile, it'll say "create design" in purple. Hit that and it'll have a list of templates. Search or scroll to find the photo collage option (the dimensions are 20 x 25)

Now that your blank template is loaded, You want to go to the side bar and click the "elements" tab and search for 'frame'. Hit the circle one and add it to the template

Shrink and move in the corner like so...

make it a little smaller if you need to. I shrink it so the width and height are equal at 5

5. Search in elements again for 'line'. This will be your border. I'm having a lot of trouble finding the original line I used earlier in my designs so use whatever you can find. The one I got for this one is from a past design that I copied and pasted on to this current one.

!!EDIT!!: search 'line' in elements and choose the first one under "lines & shapes" (the one underlined). (its a little chunky but its the only one i could find)

Add it. you might want to move the circle frame further up so it doesnt get in the way and adjust it later. Change the color to a light grey and stretch it until your liking. Don't stretch it all the way across though. leave space on either so it basically ends up like this or longer depending on how you want it (use my designs for reference):

(the line is a little tricky to use and maneuver so give it time and you'll get it ^^)

6. Search for more frames and look for a square frame. Add six of these below your border line. It should look like this,

7. Feel free to fix the sizes on the frames and move them around (mine right now looks a little wonky).

8. Go to the text tab, and hit the "add the subheading" (the middle option). Change the color to a light grey color and the font to 'Open Sans Light'. Type your username (Or if you're using this as a blank template like me, write something like "user.name") Make it a little bigger (even stretch it) and add it next to your circle frame.

9. Add the smallest option to your template (the one that reads "add a little bodytext"), change the font to Open Sans Light, and write your number of posts, followers, and following. I add spaces in between them so they're farther apart (I'm doing 12 spaces in between). Now shrink it to the size you are comfortable with and move it so it's underneath but alined with your username (but measurements for mine for w&h are 12.9 and 0.7)

10. Add the smallest option again and you're going to want to aline it below your posts, follower count, etc. Change it to the same font as before ("Open Sans Light"), change the color to black and bold it. Type your display name, or again, if you using this as a blank template, I just wrote 'name' in my text. Shrink the text box so the width and height is around 1.9 and 0.8.

11. Add more text (still the littlest option) and change the color to light grey. This will be your bio. You can either write a bio or just keep it written as "bio". Aline this under your display name. It should look like this now,

12. Start adding your images. This is the fun part. Luckily, with Canva, it's easy to add images because you just copy and paste them to the template (or you can upload them from your files). So go onto google (or wherever you get your images) and copy/download the image and paste it (Ctrl v).

(But!! before you add any images, I'd recommend duplicating the page so you'll always have a blank version if you want to make more. That way, you won't be constantly remaking this template. So when you feel like making another, just duplicate the blank template)

13. Drag them and hover them over the frame and it'll be inside the frame now. Do that until your frames are filled up. If you need to crop them or the frame is covering an essential part of the image, either double click the image and you'll be able to move it around or you can click the image in the frame and look at the top and they'll be a "crop image" option in between the "edit image" and "flip" options

14. For the sake of this tutorial, I will show how it should look so I'll add my images...

I decided to make a green one, your's doesn't have to look like this. In fact, make it however you want! Rather it be for aesthetics or for a more realistic approach.

15. When you're done with your mockup, hit the share button in the corner, go to download, choose your file type (I always choose PNG), select what file you want to download (make sure you don't hit "download all") then hit download. Your instagram moodboard should be in your recently downloaded now.

And that's all! I hope this was helpful and that your friend likes your gift!

#asks #anon #anon ask #anonymous #instagram #instagram moodboard #aesthetic #instagram au #insta #instagram mockup #tutorial #online tutorial #instagram template #template #moodboards #social media au

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loartacc · 9 months

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This is a random ass long rant not really meant to be reblogged so im not tagging it for any fandoms or anything. This is a precursor post, I will eventually be making a coherent post about this later with my own images and more coherent talking points.

This is a rant using limited evidence and so far, limited research. Take what's thrown into this mess with a grain of salt, because its 3:50 am and I've run out of brainpower to think about this for now. If I could make this a post where you had to click to expand/read more I would but i'm on mobile and don't know how, so we suffer together sorry.

Onto the mess!

The issue with only reading todds books in the dragonriders of pern series does mean that i've missed out on a couple key points for the riding details. Apparently the riding straps were described, however when i looked at them honestly the harnes shown on the rider was mainly just a belt with four connecting tethers to the dragon's straps.

I feel as if that wouldnt be secure enough, and would likely be very rough on the rider to just be tethered to your dragon around the waist lol. I definitely want to draw some strap idea's, especially since some sites use saddles while Anne never wrote in the books if there were saddles or not (and one site said she was against them while another never mentioned the saddles at all.)

Here is the image in question with the straps:

From the Dragonlovers guide to Pern by Jody Lynn Nye.

I've seen multiple people reference this book specfically when talking about the riding straps.

However this cover shows a very different idea to the way someone would sit on a dragon than that (with an actual saddle being included. However I have not read this book so unsure if this is something that should be relied on.)

These saddles seem unlikely for fighting thread with the taller backs, since I imagine it wouldnt be incredibly comfortable.

The following covers also show saddles and different strap ideas

These images both show saddles and the first even shows possibly a red harness? Again! Havent read those books so unknown context for me.

However one of Todds books shows the no saddle idea, but very oddly???

Sky dragons!!! With an assumed Xhinna!!! With what appears to be possibly a tether on either side??? And a single strap for the dragon himself??? That is definitely not fuckin secure.

Obviously expecting variation since im assuming these are in different time periods (atleast i know the anne and todd pnes are)

Also why is the blue dragons front legs so fuckin itty bitty?

I will forever be wondering about this and I will be drawing out all of my ideas for it soon. I definitely want to explore the ideas of harnesses (it makes sense to have more ways to secure yourself than just around your waist!!!) And straps for the riders legs specfically. I also wanna sketch out some saddle ideas? Or strap ideas for the dragon itself. I've been thinking about this forever and honestly yeah.

Saddle vs straps is a good arguement where the dragon is concerned. No matter what, straps are involved. However it would likely be safer and more comfortable for the rider to have a saddle. I'm assuming some of it lies in the dragons own personal preferences, and in hoe much time they have before a threadfall or flight. Saddle would also likely be safer (and give easy to reach access to firestone bags if made right since they could be hung along the edges of a saddle, meaning plenty of space for ammo during a lomg threadfall.)

Also how would multiple people ride a dragon with the straps shown? Obviously its possible, just interesting to think about the setup.

Sorry if theres any repeated points or anything! It is, very late. Also sorry for grammar and misspellings (however, on this blog you should be very very used to both of those.)

Also site i got the dragonlovers guide to pern image from!

#op talks #op talks a whole fuckin lot honestly jesus christ #my mom watched me grab all the images and frown a lot while doing this and she narrowly avoided hearing my rant irl about this #i could go on FOREVER about how i hate how little stuff like this is actually described in the books

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404pagehasbeenfound · 1 year

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Michelle's Page 📓

Hello everyone, the old page of the day is Michelle's Page from... well, I couldn't figure out when it was created, but the last time it was modified was 2000 and it is hosted in Athens the part of geocities that talked about education, literature, poetry and philosophy.

On her pages there is music playing in the background, which in the past when we made blogs, websites and pages, it was very common to put a player with a playlist or just a song playing in a loop for any visitor who entered the blog. This also happened on the old blogs we did here on Tumblr.

And also if you click on "Michelle", a picture of her appears but I won't show it here because the Internet at that time was totally different from today to the point where it was super safe and normal to show a picture of you, your children, your family to who entered the page and that could be anyone. I don't know if Michelle is okay with this photo nowadays and I don't even know if she's alive.

One of the things about working with this nostalgic content is that it can also be content from someone who is no longer with us, so in any case we need to respect the identity of that person or anyone else that I show you, so I'm not going to show these photos that appear in these ancient pages.

A fun fact about me is that I love this mystery that these old internet people have. What is their story, if they are alive as they are today or not, how they lived their lives and so on. In this page there is no music playing.

No links are working so no fun? 😔

Let's see her poetry. I know it's hard to read because of the color of the letters and the background image on the page, so let me help you. Also in this page there is no music playing.

The first poem in this list is named The Journey from February 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Stairway to Heaven.

Next poem is named The Delta from March 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Captain of my Heart.

Next poem is named Seasons in a Day from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of I'm on Fire.

Next poem is named Hummingbird Time from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Daydream Believer.

Next poem is named Diamond in the Rough from April 1997, and is one of my favorities. In this page is playing a instrumental version of What's Forever For.

Next poem is named Whispers from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of It's Only Words.

Next poem is named The Writing on the Wall from May 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Sweet Dreams.

Next poem is named Simple Questions from November 1992. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Ain't no Sunshine.

Next poem is named Full Circle from January 1993. In this page is playing a instrumental version of I Started a Joke.

Next poem is named Sleeping Bear from May 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Tears in Heaven.

Next poem is named My Cross to Bear from September 1997, which is also one of my favorites. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named The Deed from September 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named The Sands of Time from October 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named A Rose in The Tundra from December 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named Sometimes from February 27, 1998... and is the last poem in the page. In this page there is no music playing.

Well, I only have these poems but it seems to me that Michelle is/was a sweet person and i would love to know if she wrote more poems besides these. Thank you Michelle for share your art 😊❤. If someone wanna visit this site, here it is the link: https://geocities.restorativland.org/Athens/1472/index.html

~ The Archeologist

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window-to-the-void · 11 months

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how do i install linux i have windows 11 and it sucks

step 0 is picking a distro that fits your needs. i wrote a post about that earlier. if you don't feel like reading that/if it's too overwhelming: use fedora workstation if you like macOS, use fedora kde if you like windows, and use pop!_os if you have an nvidia gpu.

step 1 is backing up your data. if you have anything important on your computer you should 100000% back it up since if you click the wrong buttons it's very easy to delete everything.

step 1a is deciding if you wanna dual boot or just remove windows entirely. i dual booted for a while before i realized i hadn't booted into windows in weeks and just deleted it. if you wanna dual boot you have to shrink your windows partition before installing linux to free up space, here's a post i made where i talked about that more.

step 2: download the ISO image of the distro you picked and write it to a flash drive using a tool like balenaEtcher (this will erase the flash drive so back that up too if there's important stuff on it)

step 3: boot off the flash drive. this depends on your computer/motherboard but basically you have to enter the bios and change the boot order to boot from a flash drive first OR you can set it to boot from a flash drive temporarily if you're motherboard has a menu for that. usually you get to the bios by spamming delete, f1, or f12 on boot. you might also wanna check if secure boot is enabled since that prevent you from booting other OSes, make sure you disable it. (if you're worried about security you can set up secure boot in linux but you have to install the OS without it) it's probably on if you installed windows 11 since iirc windows requires it to install now (but it should still boot with secure boot off).

step 4: install linux! this is usually pretty straightforward, just follow the steps in the installer.

#linux #wow that post ended up being longer than i thought it would be sorry lol #also feel free to ask me more questions if you have them :3

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liberty-barnes · 2 years

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Ryan Reynolds and (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Answer The Internet

Part 2 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Ryan Reynolds & Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: Ryan and the Reader go on Heatworld to answer Twitter’s burning questions. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: just fluff, crack, and a fair bit of sex talk cause, well, it's the internet.

Word Count: 1.7k words

Estimated Reading Time: 7 minutes

A/N: *sighs defeatedly* Against my better judgement, I turned this into a series. Fortunately, unlike TJS, this series will be updated only whenever I have ideas or you guys are sending in requests (only interviews are allowed, guys, don’t forget) so at least I won’t be too pressured. That said, enjoy!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Click.

The image opens up to Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting side by side in front of a blue background. Ryan is holding a piece of paper.

“I wonder if (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds knows that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

Cut.

Happy music comes on. Over a purple and blue background stands a computer with a still of (Y/n) and Ryan from the interview. The words ‘ANSWERING THE INTERNET’ are written in white, followed by ‘... with Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds’ in black. The Twitter logo is at the bottom-left corner of the image.

Cut.

Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds are standing in front of a blue background once again.

“Hello, peasants.”

“We’re Blake Lively’s pet humans and we’ll be answering your Twitter questions.”

(Y/n) laughed maniacally while Ryan rummaged through the purple glitter box.

“No one to save you now! Should have thought twice about putting these on the internet!”

“And kids, this is what we call being a dumbass. Because while the people who posted it wrote somewhat awkward things, nothing’s more awkward than having to read them about you. (Y/n), apparently, forgot about that.”

(Y/n) waved her hand nonchalantly.

“Oh, please. It can’t be that awkward. So! First question!”

Ryan took a piece of paper out of the box and unfolded it carefully.

“First question, from Kenzie, AKA @/ynsunreleasedsongs…”

He turned towards (Y/n).

“I’m still bummed about that, by the way, I have songs stuck in my head that I can’t listen to cause there’s no audio trace of them so the least you could do is record them so I don’t just have ‘and isn’t it strange how you accidentally hurt me more than you purposely love me?’ stuck in my head with no means of getting it out.”

(Y/n) pouts at him.

“Aw, but I enjoy watching you suffer. Now read the question.”

“Kenzie asks, I just wanna know if (Y/n)’s okay. Did she sleep well? Has she been eating properly? And getting enough water?”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows at the camera.

“I get that one all the time too! Like, I’m fine, guys, why does everyone think I can’t take care of myself?”

Ryan raised a brow.

“You go full days without eating when not reminded to, I’m pretty sure the most you’ve slept this past week was five hours cause you quite literally passed out on your bed, and water doesn’t even exist in your world.”

(Y/n) pushes Ryan off the chair and onto the floor. A loud thunk is heard, followed by a cry of pain.

“Serves you well. Also, water does exist in my world! I need it to make tea.”

Cut.

Ryan is back on the chair, and (Y/n)’s rummaging around for a piece of paper.

“Hold on, I’m trying to get a good one… This one! I bet this one’s good.”

She unfolds it and clears her throat.

“@/BenjaminLeigh, AKA Ben(T)Leigh…”

Ryan snorted.

“That’s a funny one!”

(Y/n) nodded.

“So, Ben asks @/vancityreynolds could you please do your best to get into a horrible and disfiguring accident so you lose your charm and my wife stops putting me in second place?”

Ryan tilted his head curiously.

“Um-”

“I can help with the accident part!”

“I’d… rather you didn’t. And anyway, my charm doesn’t come from my stunning good looks, although they do play a part in other things.”

He winked at the camera and (Y/n) pretended to gag.

“So, I guess there’s nothing we can do, pal. Don’t worry, silver’s cool too.”

Cut.

“You guys didn’t put any raunchy ones here, right? I don’t wanna read that about my daughter, the thought of her going past hand-holding gives me nightmares.”

(Y/n) laughed and took another paper, unfolding it immediately.

“Orion, cool name, by the way, AKA @/steppingstonesholland says Sometimes I wonder if perfection exists, but then I look at (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and I’m positive it does. Awww, that’s so sweet.”

Ryan nods.

“There you go. Keep the sweet ones coming.”

She looked at him.

“I don’t understand why you’re so touchy, literally fifty percent of your speech pattern contains some sort of innuendo.”

“Yes, but it’s okay when I do it, just not when you do it, or when someone says something sexual about you. In my eyes, you’re still my little kid, and I don’t want my little kid to be off getting STDs.”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“That was actually kinda sweet.”

He kissed the crown of her head and pulled another paper. (Y/n) sat back up.

“So, Haven, AKA @/steponmeryan, at least buy me dinner first, asks Does (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds know that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

“I don’t know what I’m more disturbed by, the handle, the message, or the image that either of those is putting in my brain.”

Ryan laughs some more.

Cut.

“Are you feeling better?”

(Y/n) keeps drinking the water she acquired off-scene.

“No, but the show must go on.”

“Alright then, Skylar, AKA, @/skylovesyn asks Okay but real question now: to which demon do I have to sell my soul in order to meet (Y/n)? Me. I’m the demon. But I don’t deal in souls, I only take credit or pictures of Hugh Jackman’s underwear collection”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know. I suppose it’s all luck or money, really. But hey, I can do this!”

She pulls out her phone from her pocket, looks at the paper, taps on her screen a few times and locks it again.

“You just got a follow and a DM from me, do make sure to answer it cause I’d be very disappointed otherwise.”

The pride can be seen clear as day on Ryan’s face.

Cut.

“Cassie, AKA @/evermoresupremacy- You know what, that is a really good album, and Tay has a tendency to ignore its existence, much to my displeasure! But anyway, Cassie asks I wonder what the Lively-Reynolds’ fam’s favourite Taylor Swift song is and if they sing along to it at home.”

Ryan nods.

“Good question, I approve. Blake’s is You Are In Love cause she’s sweet like that, the kids are still just as obsessed with hearing their names in the song as when it just came out, so they’re avid Betty supporters. I like Look What You Make Me Do cause it allows for a dramatic performance.”

(Y/n) laughs.

“And you’re nothing if not dramatic! As for me, I’ve been screaming along to the ten-minute version of All Too Well since she first sent it to me, so I’d say that one. Get ready for Red (Taylor’s Version) cause it’s gonna be awesome!”

Cut.

“Ash, aka @/yn_my_beloved asks @/vancityreynolds spill the tea, kind sir, what’s the most embarrassing this (Y/n)’s done? Ooh, this is a good one!”

(Y/n) groans while Ryan looks positively delighted.

“It’d have to be when she was seventeen and I took her on the set of Deadpool, and for information, this was when (Y/n) was just starting to figure out that she’s very much not straight.”

(Y/n) groans louder.

“So I introduce her to Morena, who plays Vanessa in the film, and is objectively gorgeous. And this little gay disaster just starts stuttering out an introduction that somehow ends with ‘oh my god, you’re so pretty, you could choke me and I’d thank you’. To her face. After which she blushed, turned around, walked into a wall, and ran to my trailer.”

“I still can’t look her in the eyes.”

Ryan laughs.

“I know! That’s what makes this even better!”

Cut.

(Y/n) grabs one of the papers.

“Zeph, aka @/ryanfuckmereynolds asks How can I politely ask Ryan Reynolds to plow me through a wall? Um, not through my voice, for one.”

“Blake’s the one that does the plowing anyway.”

“Oh my God, Dad!”

Cut.

“Alright, last one! Ella, aka @/ynslastbraincell, oh, so that’s where it went! Thanks for getting back to me! Ella says I can’t believe (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds is real. That girl can act, sing, model, she’s kind, adorable, smart, and absolutely fucking hilarious… Thanks, I try. Can you leave some talent for the rest of us, please? Uh, well, I’ll try to suck a bit more, I guess.”

Ryan wrinkles his nose in disgust.

“Please try not to suck at all.”

“I’m not gonna dignify that with a response. But anyway, that was me and my idiot of a dad answering the internet! Hope you all enjoyed it!”

“Don’t forget to watch Red Notice on Netflix, coming out November 12th, and stream (Y/n)’s debut album Stepping Stones, out now on all platforms.”

“Bye!”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: so if i break into hugh jackman’s house and take pictures of his underwear drawer i get to meet (Y/n)? better clear my schedule

tomynschild: the way she tried not to smile when she read “steppingstonesholland”!!! i need them to confirm their relationship already!!!

slutforreynolds: ryan looks positively scrumptious in this interview

deadpoolsleftsword: i too would lose all my cool when faced with Morena Baccarin, you’re not alone in this

thereynoldsfamownsme: YES RYAN! CALL HER OUT ON NOT RELEASING THE FULL VERSION OF THAT SONG, THAT PART’S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD SINCE THAT LIVE SHE DID THREE WEEKS AGO

skylovesyn: it was an awesome conversation, btw, we talked about what the best kind of candy is, she’s such a sweetheart!

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to skylovesyn: I still think Twix is better than Snickers, sorry not sorry.

skylovesyn reply to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔: and as much as i love you, i still think you’re wrong.

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ozarkthedog · 3 years

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

I wrote this per my post on 4/20, “Chris Evans rolling a blunt on my ass and shotgunning me all night long.”

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. RPF. Getting high with CE. Drug use in a public setting. Shotgunning. Grinding. Slight Exhibitionism. Dirty Talk.

word count: 1,001

author’s note: why can’t I experience this? 🥺

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The hum from the party coursed through your body as you weaved through the crowd of people to the relatively private VIP section of the club. The thin curtain surrounding the leather sectional wasn’t enough to dull the noise but it gave you and Chris some privacy.

As you slinked through the sheer curtain you noticed Chris bumping fists with a man you’d never seen before. Chris shined his dazzling smile your way as the man made his exit to leave you both in peace.

You sunk down into the soft cushion with curiosity. “What’re you up too?”

He tilted his head with a sly grin and held up a small bag filled with pot. Your eyes lit up and you squealed, it’d been too long since you last got high with him.

“Roll over for me, Darlin’.” He said, shifting on the couch so you could lay over his lap.

Large hands dragged your skirt up slowly, teasing you until your thong clad ass was on display and landed a smack to your plump behind. “God damn, this ass is fuckin’ perfect.”

You sucked in a sharp breath; your pussy clenching hard. “Chris, is this a good idea? You know how horny we both get when we smoke.” You stated, while looking over your shoulder with concern. Chris didn’t seem bothered as he laid the blunt wrap on your bum and proceeded to grind up the weed.

He worked diligently, smoothing out the drug and rolling it with precision in record time. “Best way to roll a blunt ever, I swear.” You knew he was done when he nipped at your sensitive skin, leaving tiny indents on your ass before helping you kneel over his lap. “C’mere, Sweetheart.”

You watched as he held the thick blunt between his full lips and flicked a lighter to ignite in his right hand. Holding the flame over the tip he sucked in a deep breath and held it, letting the drug take effect. He closed his eyes and his body seemed to sag momentarily until his wild eyes locked on yours.

A strong yet tender hand cupped your jaw as he moved in close waiting for your lips to part. He blew the pungent smoke into your mouth as you breathed it into your own lungs. Your head spun and your body started to tingle all over before you blew the hazy smoke out into the club.

“Thatta’ girl.” Chris praised, shifting his hips as he took another toke. Already you felt his cock coming to life as he nudged it against your clothed cunt. You shook your head at him as he smirked before repeating his actions.

Such a soft, intimate embrace when he cradled your face in his palm and you shared the intoxicating smoke between your two bodies. This time he slots his lips to yours sealing the drug in your lungs and pressing your body against his, making you hold the smoke for longer.

Your body pounded with the beat of the music and the feeling of such a solid mass of muscle beneath you was driving you wild. Grinding your hips down onto his cock made him break the kiss with a ragged moan.

“God, I wanna fuck you,” His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his eyes running all over your body imaging all the wicked things he could do, “Take you right here. Let everyone see just how good you take my cock.”

He licks a stripe up the side of your neck making you mewl and grind harder onto his tented jeans. His cock pressed so sweetly against your core; each drag of your hips had your head swirling with pleasure.

“Keep grinding that sweet cunt on me, Darlin’. Make yourself feel good.” He took another drag off the blunt as he watched you get yourself off. Your fingers dug into his sweater, bunching up the fabric in your fists as your clit rubbed over his straining girth with every drive.

“Fuck, Chris. I need it.” You begged, wanting nothing more than to have him spread you open and fill you completely. “Whaddya need? My cock? Need my big cock inside that tight, little cunt?” His words made your belly tumble.

“Need me to stretch you out? Feel me deep in your belly?” He mused, his voice even rougher and more gravelly from the smoke.

Frantic whimpers fell from your lips and you rode out your high, chasing the inevitable end that was closing in fast.

He tapped out the joint, hands locking on your hips as he matched your rhythm with his hips desperate to have you come all over him, pants be damned. “Making such a mess on me, Darlin’. That perfect pussy is just dripping for my cock.” His lips found yours, grunting into your mouth as your tongues swirled together.

“That’s it. Come on, cream those panties for me.” He growls into the soft crevice of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin and adding fuel to the flames. His sack tightened as he felt your orgasm take hold and he knew he was close behind.

Your body twitches in his hold as electricity seared through your nerves and you hit your peak with a broken wail. His hands shove your hips down hard, overstimulating your core against his straining cock until he comes with a body shaking growl that was thankfully drowned out by the booming music.

You sweetly kissed one another down from your highs before unlocking your sweaty bodies and seeing the mess you’d made all over his jeans.

“Looks like where going out the back again.” Chris said with a chuckle before shrugging of his leather jacket and tying it around his waist. He wrapped a powerful arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, “Let’s get you home and outta that skirt so I can fill you up just like you wanted.” You squeal with delight, interlocking hands and making a beeline for the exit.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evas x you #chris evans/you #chris evans/reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #ozzie writes

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dearsoobtnik · 2 years

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Peaches

warning: just gyu's dirty live and his viewer dirty babygirls...

~ I wrote obliquely so that you can distinguish the comments he reads!❤️

> my first language is not english, very sorry if i have mistakes!! <

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"Hey... Come on." Beomgyu walked away from the screen laughing at the few orgasmic comments he had read. "It's only been 15 minutes since we started, babies." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the camera mockingly. "We are not here for you to quickly cum and ruin the whole game."

He stretched out his chair, spread his legs and moved to a more comfortable position, his girl's favorite position.

After throwing long hair back, his hand began to wander over his pants on the dick. Seeing the comments increase rapidly made him smile in arrogance. "Who is jealous of my hand?"

To have some more fun, approached the screen and sang the first comment that caught his eye. "I don't remember ever being so jealous before" He continued to slowly press on his dick. "Mmm, it's good to be the first."

"Gyu, your murmurs are driving me crazy."

He licked his lips slowly. "Mmmh, really?" as he giggled, noticed how much the temperature in the room had increased.

"Your lips are so beautiful. Haha, let's admit what you dreamed of with them, girl." he leaned back and laughed quietly, the answer, of course, was not delayed. "I just want to sit on your mouth. Woah, she's smart... I'm a very dirty pussy-eater."

While his fingers were playing with his belt, continued to carefully roll his eyes in the comments. "Your laugh is perfect" he looked at the camera with a pursed lips. "Oh, my innocent baby..." It was rare that such timid spectators of his threw comments, many even wrote nothing because they were embarrassed. That's why he wanted to give her courage. "Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

Dozens of "yes" responses made him chuckle. "I wanna see your dick" he bit his lower lip as he continued to laugh. "Just like that... Don't hide that dirty girl from me, beauty, okay?"

Without taking his breathless gaze off the screen, he slowly took off his belt, after clicking it several times, he slowly dropped it on the floor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his hand started playing with the button of his trousers.

The fact that the comments were almost all the same made him arrogant again. "Impatient whores..." untied the pants button and pulled down the zipper. His hand went under the boxer.

Of course, he was taking it slow on purpose.

Took his eyes off the screen and thought about the last comment that told him that he was an excellent professional.

He spoke deeply in his voice as he slowly pulled his dick out and tugged it once. "You know very well that I am a motherfucker, enough to have group sex with all of you."

His eyes were curiously fixed on the screen again. "Gyu, can i just suck your dick?" he tilted his head to the side and muttered in wheezing voice. "If you'll let me eat your cunt up, yes, baby girl."

The comments he imagined were slowly starting to make his dick hard.

"You want to jump on my lap, huh?" he spoke in a sarcastic tone on the last comment he read. "Naughty girl..." smiled half-mouthed. "Of course you can."

He continued to caress himself for a while after the moan missed from mouth. "Come on, tell me what state you're in."

It made Beomgyu feel satisfied to be touching himself at the same time as his girls. But the sad comments they wrote because he couldn't be there for them both moving his dick and making him giggle. "Oh, my poor girls... I know your fingers aren't enough."

Took care to make a lot of noise while making lazy circles on his dick.

He approached the screen and, without waiting for the first comment he saw, read it. "Are you rubbing on your pillow?" the image formed in his mind made him growl. "Just for me..." grabbed his dick and moaned with pleasure. "Ahm, imagine that I have my dick in the place of your pillow..."

"I can take very good care of your neglected breasts." his eyes continued to wander in the comments with pleasure. "And I'll try to swallow your dick at that time." after growling loudly enough to wrinkle his nose, he accelerated his hand. "Oh, you're driving me crazy..."

When he felt his body getting more and more sensitive, licked his lips. "It's too bad I can't hear your beautiful voices..."

He smiled with satisfaction as spread the precum smeared on his hand all over his dick. Trying to make wet noises. "But I have enough slut girls who can make me cum with their comments only."

He frowned as his body trembled for more. "Ahh, let's cum together."

When began to tug his slippery dick with hand at the fastest speed, head fell back and bit his lower lip. He presented every moans that rose from his throat in its highest form. He made his breathing sounds to the empty room and to his girls. When his body started to contract, felt getting close and pulled back chair. Exhibited her perfect squirt after the hardest caresses. "O-Oh my God."

After waiting until their breathing was in order, he realized that forgot the comments. After licking and cleaning his hand, straightened up where he was sitting and stared at the screen.

"Our fun today ended earlier than the previous ones." he laughed at his transgressions for a long time.

"You're wonderful, my babies..." he would always be more flirtatious and involved when was on the joys of orgasm.

After having fun with a few more comments, realized that it was late, tilted his hair back and smiled at the camera. "Well, I must end the live now."

He read the comments that they wanted to spend some more time with him, with his lips twisted. "Hey, so cutie..." he smiled in a way that could be considered cute. "But I don't want you to go to bed late, your sleep are important."

It made Beomgyu proud to see comments confirming what he had said, even if he felt it was written reluctantly. "Okay... Oh, I love it when you're listen to me."

He moved his swivel chair closer to the camera and offered a beautiful smile. "Don't forget to miss me until next Saturday!" giggled. "Oh, my pretty girls, I love you... Be very careful with yourself."

He made a little kissing noise and laughed at it. Then he reached for the camera, which he would not touch until the next week, and muttered just before end the live. "Bye~"

thanks for your pretty eyes bebe! hope u like it💕

#tomorrow x together imagines #txt imagines #beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu imagines #txt smut #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu suggestive #beomgyu scenarios #txt scenarios #choi beomgyu smut #txt hard hours

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with.

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read:

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day.

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen.

The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence.

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level.

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression.

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people.

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable.

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions.

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you.

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl.

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours.

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively.

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her.

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes.

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone.

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash.

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone.

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline.

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine.

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi.

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine.

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you.

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad.

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will.

“You’re not...”

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...”

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist.

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes.

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly.

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space.

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile.

In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt!

#levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #jealous petra ral #modern au #erwin smith #hange zoe #moblit #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #light angst #fluff #women supporting women #no petra slander allowed #womens history month

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anxious-shapeshifter · 2 years

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So You Wanna Make the Church Inclusive?

I’m not sure if I should call this a rant or a critical piece, maybe a bit of both?

The church recently put out an article in the October 2021 issue of the Liahona entitled “Understanding and Including our LGBT Brothers and Sisters” (sorry nonbinaries, this doesn’t include you! /j ).

I saw it pop up in an email newsletter, and I immediately clicked the link. What reasons did they have to try and convince me of coming back to the fold *this time*?

Before I go any further on my little tirade, I want to acknowledge that the basis of this article seems to come from a genuinely well-intentioned place. It was written by a bishop by the name of Ryan J. Wessel, who prefaces his own article with the ways in which he’s been trying to educate himself and empathize with LGBTQ+ members. I’d honestly love to see more of that from members.

Good intentions can only go so far when the organization calling the shots is by its nature hostile toward the LGBTQ+ community, though. As a queer person myself, I found many things to be addressed about the ideas informing this article, in the spirit of constructive criticism, education, and blunt ire towards the organization as whole. Without further ado, let’s get started!

(In order to make this essay more accessible, I’ve opted to transcribe the highlights I took from it instead of posting the screenshots of the article!)

“Lesson 1: Follow the Living Apostles

I quickly discovered the value of becoming familiar with the most recent apostolic teachings about the topic.

A beautiful truth of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is that we are led by living apostles and prophets (see Doctrine and Covenants 1:30). And to me, the word living implies that we have guidance in our time for how the gospel applies to the needs of our time. Therefore, if we rely only on the language of the past, we may miss out on beautiful and important guidance the Lord is providing through our current prophets.”

After his intro into why he wrote this article, Ryan splits things up into “lessons” that he learned in how to be more inclusive.

The paragraph above made me do a double-take, in disbelief. But don’t take my word for it, read it yourself.

Specifically the sentences “we have guidance in our time for how the gospel applies to the needs of our time” and “if we rely on the language of the past, we may miss out on beautiful and important guidance…” got to me.

I interpreted “language of the past” as being a nod towards the things previous church leaders had to say about LGBTQ+…y’know, back in the good ol’ days when they condoned violence against gay people over the pulpit, insisted being gay, trans, etc. was a choice, and used words such as “abomination”, “perverted”, “abhorrent”, and “unholy” to describe us. It’s the “men of their time” line of thinking.

You know what’s really funny about evoking the image of “living prophets and apostles” in this instance, is the fact that every single member of current leadership was alive and well when that “language of the past” was used. Some of them directly contributed.

The other disturbing part of this paragraph is the idea that whatever the prophets and apostles have said, was specific to the needs of the time it was said in. Is this implying that when Boyd K. Packer gave his talk “To Young Men Only”, that what his audience needed to hear at that time was that violence towards gay people was justified and necessary?

Was that what queer people needed to hear 30, 40, 50 years ago, that they are sinful and disgusting and unworthy of God?

“Lesson 2: Choose Faith over Fear

The unfamiliar can be scary. As a new bishop, it was daunting to reach out to a member of my ward who identified as gay and needed spiritual help. It was challenging to lead discussions about this topic and to counsel parents of youth who were struggling with their identity.

A wave of anxious thoughts would come to mind:

“What if I say the wrong thing?”

“What if I sound too conservative or too extreme?”

“Do I even know enough to be helpful?”

Lesson 2 made me more concerned. It seems that our bishop here has put in the work to try and do a bit of necessary research in order to be more compassionate and better understand the queer members of his congregation, but is feeling anxious about saying or teaching the wrong things.

My word of advice: seek input from actual queer members to understand what their needs are. What’s important to them? If they’re willing, have them teach and speak from their own experiences.

My worry here is that leadership is being encouraged to just…figure it out themselves without actually consulting real queer people. We already get talked over way too much, both within and outside the church, so being listened to would be a nice change of pace.

Ryan says he used two church sources as primary references towards gaining a better understanding of LGBTQ+ people and their struggles, and um…you can probably understand why that might be problematic as well.

My point here is that, if church members are truly concerned about understanding the experiences and needs of LGBTQ+ individuals, then the easiest solution is to listen to said individuals in the first place, rather than seeking out third-party sources, or trying to speak on our behalf. Simple!

“Do not be afraid to apologize if you have said or done something that is hurtful, even if it was unintentional. Reciprocal openness builds trust.”

“If a friend or ward member makes unhelpful or hurtful comments about LGBT individuals, consider the best way to respond. Most of the time these comments come from inexperience and are not intended to be disrespectful. Giving private guidance can be helpful.”

“Be careful that your language toward all of God’s children is harmonious with your covenants and calling, no matter whom you’re speaking with.”

These three bullet points under Lesson 3 made me laugh out loud. Imagine if the church took it’s own advice?!

Granted, yes, this is all coming from a member, a bishop, who in the grander scheme of things doesn’t hold much authority in the church organization as a whole. But, since this was published by an official church magazine, I feel that should mean some level of approval from the higher-ups.

“ Remember that what someone feels and how they choose to respond to those feelings are not the same thing. A Gospel Topics essay explains: “The Church distinguishes between same-sex attraction and homosexual behavior. People who experience same-sex attraction or identify as gay, lesbian, or bisexual can make and keep covenants with God and fully and worthily participate in the Church. Identifying as gay, lesbian, or bisexual or experiencing same-sex attraction is not a sin and does not prohibit one from participating in the Church, holding callings, or attending the temple.”

Of course, they still need to make it abundantly clear that the church DOES NOT condone the actual existence of queer people.

Sure, you can have those feelings, but the moment you do or say anything that expresses those feelings in any meaningful way, you’re shunned. The church won’t so much as even call it being gay or lesbian or bisexual, etc, but have to use the neutered term “same-sex attracted”.

“ Be careful not to limit members’ opportunities to contribute if they identify as gay or transgender. Your ward members all have unique experiences and points of view that can be beneficial to your ward. As Elder Christofferson also taught, “Someone who is following … the standards, [the] teachings of the gospel of Christ, though they may be dealing with same-sex attraction, really there is no reason they cannot be fully participative, that they can’t be a full-fledged member of the Church, and hold callings, and speak, and enter the temple, and serve there, and all the other opportunities and blessings that can come from Church membership will be available to them.”

And if that last bullet point was a kick in the shins, this one was a punch to the gut.

May I remind you, trans members are forbidden from so much as changing their preferred name and pronouns if they wish to maintain full membership rights. You cannot enter the temple, hold the priesthood or certain callings if you choose to transition in any way, shape or form. This is stated in the official church handbook, updated in 2020 to include these specific guidelines.

There isn’t any reason a queer member *can’t* be a full member of the church, but again, it’s all contingent on burying away those feelings and never expressing yourself in a way that isn’t pre-approved by the church.

The church’s version of “inclusivity” is about physical presence; that is to say, they want people in their churches and temples, they want active participation. Their inclusivity does not welcome differences in ideas, expression, or opinion.

Thus, I must conclude that “inclusivity” is not what this is about at all - while Ryan, and other individual members like him, may genuinely feel otherwise, the church wants total conformity to its one rigid belief system, and places zero value on the various walks of life that its members may come from.

(the original article can be found here if you’d like to read the whole thing for yourself!)

#be warned; this is a loooooong one!#theo's essays #essay #rant #ex religious #exmormon #exmo #lgbtq #trans

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neoculturetravesty · 3 years

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We met in online class - Last Part

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings: Strong language Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: And so it comes to an end, and let me tell you guys, I am not okay 😔 This is going to be a bit of a longer A/N, so please bear with me. If you’d like to get straight to the story, I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND, so feel free to click Keep Reading!

Lowkey, I had a bit of a meltdown as I typed the final words on this fic because I hadn’t realized how attached I had grown to the characters. This is the first time I wrote three different chapter openers before deciding on one, because I simply couldn’t believe it was goodbye after this.

These mofos had constantly been on my mind for the past two months and a half. I would spend most days thinking about where to take them and then bringing them to life at night, after my entire day was over. When I wasn’t writing, I’d make little notes about thoughts I had into the night about them so that I wouldn’t forget them when morning comes.

This was my first ever (and as of right now, my only) chaptered fic. I had no idea parting with it would be as emotional as it was. When I think back to when I first received the prompt for this, I had never even imagined I could write Renjun, let alone a series. But there was something in the prompt that had gotten my wheels turning. And I am so immensely glad that it did. There were days when I thought “Oh man, what have I gotten myself into.” Some days, the story would just flow. Other days, I’d keep staring at the blinking cursor not knowing what to type. But when I did, I found my emotions so deeply connected with the characters. I was happy when they were happy. I was sad when they were sad. So, parting with them is very hard to say the least.

But through this journey, I got to experience the joy of reading all of your reviews and comments and honestly, it made it all worth it. THANK YOU to every single one of you that read this story and waited on it and laughed and cried with it. You have made my life better in more ways than you can imagine.

In this moment, I want to thank 🍙 anon, because it was their prompt that put me in this mess in the first place. And so, it is only fitting that I dedicate the final part to them 💛

“Oh, we definitely need a picture together. How about here? I think this place would fit everyone.” Kim Doyoung looks about, finding a spot best suited for the photo he wanted.

“I think right there on the platform would be better. We could get everyone in two tiers.” his assistant suggests.

“You’re a genius. Let’s gather everyone. It’s not often that so many NCTU grads and students come to Midnight Arthouse,” Doyoung nods.

“How many of us are here, anyway?” Renjun muses. The assistant looks at her iPad, checking once again.

“I think there’s 23 of you. So, let’s definitely go for the platform.” she nods.

“Okay, then.” Doyoung claps his hands together once, “Gather everyone,” he says to no one in particular and walks ahead with purpose. Renjun and the assistant’s eyes meet and they smirk. Of course this was directed to the both of them. So, they set about to work.

As it would turn out, gathering 23 people from a charity event with art and food and drinks would be a bit of a task. But somehow, they manage to gather all alumni and current students on the platform in three tiers instead of two for a somewhat chaotic picture. There must’ve been something in the water at NCTU because none of it’s students could stand still for very long. They get maybe one decent picture and several in which someone or the other was moving or pulling a face.

His friends aside, looking around at the group, Renjun realized that he recognized nearly all of them. Yangyang and Hendery and the rest of their frat were here. As were the 127s, old and new. Renjun recognized them all, except maybe two boys, who didn’t seem to know a lot of the others either. When the pictures were done and the main events were over and the crowd had started to dissipate, Renjun finally walked over to the artwork to observe it up close.

Honestly speaking, watching the work with his own two eyes left no doubt in his mind that this artist deserved to be spotlighted like this. This work was in a league of its own. Watching it makes Renjun smile; because looking at it makes him think back to a few months ago when he was sitting in Kim Doyoung’s office, thinking of himself as some sort of a big shot. But the truth is, there was no way he had that caliber then, and there is no way he has that caliber now, though he was sure as hell working on it.

“This is the piece I lost the bid on.” Renjun hears a voice and he turns around to see Zhong Chenle’s father observing the art with him. Renjun bows politely and smiles under his mask,

“I mean, this is a remarkable piece. You have good taste.” Renjun acknowledges.

“What about you? Why isn’t any of your artwork displayed here?” he asks and for a while, Renjun smiles a bit nostalgically. He could’ve been here, had he made something for the Annuale. Had he just selfishly taken that shot. Then again, there would’ve been no real guarantees. Because Kim Doyoung was pretty particular in the people he chose, whether they were recommended by his family or not. Working with him closely in the last couple of months had taught Renjun that. It had also taught him how underdeveloped his skill was in the real world context.

“I guess I still have a long way to go.” Renjun replies humbly.

“Don’t we all?” Chenle’s father nods, “Are you working here at this establishment?”

“Um, I… I suppose I am. I am Kim Doyoung’s apprentice. He is my mentor.” Renjun nods.

“So I might see your work here soon enough, eh?” Renjun assumes the kind man is smiling under his mask because his eyes seem to be making the same shape as Chenle’s do when he smiles. So Renjun grins back.

“I mean… if I work really hard, I might get to shoot my shot in the next Midnight Arthouse Annuale.” Renjun fantasizes.

“Or maybe you’d get lucky like this young artist,” he points his chin towards the artwork.

Renjun smiles, “I would credit her luck, too if I hadn’t seen her work. But her talent is… it kinda speaks for itself.”

“Oh, no, you should definitely credit her luck. Talent isn’t enough. The stars have to align. Luck, talent, the right place, the right time. It all has to come together.” he says nodding.

Renjun considers his words. They seem to be coming from the wisdom of experience.

What if Renjun hadn’t received the phone call about his grandma back then? Well, then he probably would’ve made something lackluster and gotten rejected. Working with Kim Doyoung has taught him as much. It didn’t matter who had put a word in for him. At the end of the day, his work had to be outclass.

What if he had received the phone call and then still had enough time to submit something for the Annuale? Then he still probably wouldn’t have because… well, because of you.

What if he had gone ahead, regardless of you or his grandma and just made something and submitted it? Then he still would’ve been rejected. Because the truth of the matter is, he just didn’t have the caliber that artists associated with Midnight Arthouse did.

In that sense, Renjun supposes everything was in fact happening at the right place and right time now. Doyoung was mentoring him and he was getting better by the day. The stars were aligning for him. He knew it in his heart.

“Then I would wish that it all comes together for me, too.” Renjun says.

“When it does, young man, I’ll be the first one to bid on your work.” he says and Renjun doesn’t even have the time to react when he feels a presence breeze in his direction and invade his personal space.

Renjun doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is. He can tell by the way this body fits perfectly into his side. He can tell by how naturally his own body responds and just puts his arm around it’s waist.

“Oh man, I missed all of it, didn’t I?” you lament, as you loop your arms around his neck from the side instead of a hello.

“Not all of it. The guys just left but your brother and his friends are still here. Besides, you had work.” Renjun turns his head and looks into your eyes to reassure you. “Y/N, this is Chenle’s father.”

“Oh, hello!” you say cheerfully and respectfully bow and give you greetings. “It is so nice to meet you. Chenle looks just like you!”

“Yes, I’ve been told I’m a more handsome version of him,” he smiles then turns to Renjun, “And who might this young lady be?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N. She goes to NCTU with us.” Renjun introduces you and you bow again. Oh, the thrill he got every time he got to introduce you as his girlfriend. Fuck, he’s pretty sure he’d never tire of it, even if it had just been a few months. The serotonin boost in his veins is strong and he gets the urge to squeeze you and hold you forever.

“Oh, that’s very nice. Come have a meal with us before we have to catch a plane back home, okay?” Chenle’s father invites the two of you.

“Oh, I would love to!” you say in your chipper tone before your eyes start darting around “I’m going to have to excuse myself for a little bit, I just wanna say hi to my brother.” you say and you politely bow before you start moving away.

“Babe, hang on…” Renjun says, holding you back by your hand. He brings his fingers delicately to the bridge of your nose and softly pinches down the mask over it so it sits more snugly on you. “There, it’s much safer now.” Renjun nods and watches the affectionate smile your eyes give before you move away. You looked so pretty today, even if you were just coming back from a four-hour internship. You were easily the most beautiful girl in this room, though Renjun suspected that you’d be the most beautiful girl in any room you entered.

Albeit sometimes, Renjun had to wonder if your talent or your beauty was greater. Because you had become the only junior in NCTU to land an internship at the SMK Trainee Drive. And now that you were a senior, you were somehow managing to keep your grades up alongside it.

Renjun, on the other hand, would find himself struggling with balancing his apprenticeship with his school work. So he knew firsthand how your discipline was something else altogether. Recently though, he had experienced a rise in his grades because you had been taking him on so many study dates that your organizational skills and motivation had started to rub off on him.

Renjun walks around the studio and the party and feels like it’s been too long till you’re finally back by his side.

“Love in the Time of Corona,” you read the title of an art piece displayed in front of you. “That was supposed to be our thing.”

Renjun laughs and has no qualms in looping his arms around your waist and finally pulling you into himself.

“I guess we should’ve realized then how un-novel the idea would become in a few months.” he comments.

“Un-novel is not a word, Huang Renjun.” you narrow your eyes at him.

Renjun laughs. “It is now,” he says and lets out a long exhale, “I missed you today.” he complains, though he looks down at you with warmth.

“Well, you’ve got me now. And you have me for the entire weekend.” you reassure him, your palms on his chest.

“Mhmm.” Renjun smiles and he wants to lean in to kiss you. But Kim Doyoung specifically had people assigned to walk around and make sure that everyone had their masks on when inside. “Also, we already have a thing.” he reminds you and winks.

You laugh, and say “I guess we do,” then let out a happy sigh as your eyes avert from his for a moment, taking in your surroundings. “Our Couple Thing should give you some ideas on what you can make when your work is displayed here in the 2022 Annuale. I won’t be late to that, I promise. I’ll take a day off from everything else in my life.”

Renjun's heart grows warmer still, and he’s sure his eyes reflect what he feels, “How can you be so sure my work will be displayed in the 2022 Annuale?”

“I don’t know, Huang Renjun. I just have a feeling about you.” you say and Renjun can see you smile even if your lips are covered by a mask. Your eyes always smiled before your mouth did, anyway.

“Y/N L/N, I have a feeling about you, too.” he retorts.

“And what feeling would that be?” you raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a secret.” he says, but now he sees your pout, even if he can’t see your mouth because your cheeks have puffed up over the mask. It makes him laugh.

“You’re no fun.” you protest.

“I’ll tell you once we get out of here.” Renjun offers.

“Well, I’m ready to leave.” you jut your chin up. Renjun grins and offers you his arm. You grab it with your entire body and the two of you start walking out together.

You had plans for the weekend, after all. And Renjun was determined to keep you all to himself for once, with no one else demanding your time. Not your internship, not your assignments, not any of your friends, and especially not Lee fucking Donghyuck. He was finally going to take you away where it could just be you and him and nobody else.

This moment felt way too surreal to Renjun.

The campfire had simmered down from a glorious roar to a comfortable burn, giving off just enough heat in the cool of an early winter evening. The sky was in it’s fading moments, where the pink of the light was slowly turning to violets and the violets were slowly merging into darks.

Renjun remembered suggesting to you all that time ago that maybe you could go somewhere together. But now that he was here, he hadn’t imagined that the moment would feel as surreal as it did.

Because now the two of you are sitting in front of your tent by the fire, entwined in one another. You’re sitting between his legs, arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek inside his padded jacket while he supports your head on his arm and kisses you.

He’s holding you in his arms and kissing you and everything seems so perfect that for a moment, he has to pull away to watch your face and wonder if all of this was real. And though there is a gentle smile on your face, you’re not opening your eyes much. Because you know full well that Renjun’s lips would be back on yours in no time. So you play with his hair as they fall to his forehead and when he kisses you again, you press up into him so he would wrap his arms around you and hold you tighter. He does and he rubs his hands up and down your back and attempts to close his jacket around you.

“Are you cold?” he asks lovingly. You shake your head.

“No. I just want to crawl inside you.” you say, like it’s the most logical thing to be said.

“Creepy.” Renjun remarks but holds you closer still.

“You should be happy you haven’t seen my collection of your hair clippings.” you quip as you nip into the skin of his neck.

“Oh, sweet. That rivals all your used tissues I’ve kept in my shrine at home.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” you coo at him and then lean up to kiss him some more and he laughs. But soon, he pushes the arm that you were using like a pillow up so your face would be closer to his and he could kiss you as deeply as he was truly craving.

The two of you keep kissing like that till the sky is dark. It was an odd sort of trance, being so lost in one another that neither of you cared about what time it was or how long you had been sitting here, wrapped up in one another. Your phones were zipped away in your bags and you hadn’t checked them even once since you had parked your camping van and set up your tent. It was a slow, peaceful sort of bliss, just sitting by the fire and kissing and kissing with nothing else on your minds but being here like this with one another.

“Renjun?” you say, your voice sounding like it was returning from a deep thought.

“Hmm?” Renjun asks as he combs your hair away from your pretty face.

“You know, I learnt today that a cactus can live anywhere between 10 and 200 years.” you tell him, idly tracing the birthmark on the back of his hand.

Renjun leans in and presses long into your lips. “Yeah?” he replies and watches your face. It seemed hazily focused, like it was trying to catch onto a faraway thought.

“I also learnt that it can take up to 30 years for a cactus to bear flowers.” you say in an introspective, wistful tone.

Renjun looks away to hide his smile. Oh God, you were so cute. “Yeah?” he says again, but it’s getting more and more difficult to keep a serious face.

“Sometimes, a cactus doesn’t flower at all.” you say and then you turn your head to look at him like you’ve resurfaced from your thoughts and are now in the moment. Renjun’s grin grows wider. “Renjunnn…” you whine and so he has no choice but to tenderly hold your cheeks in his palms and stroke your hair.

“What?” he chuckles.

“You said you’d think you’re worthy of my forgiveness when the cactus bears flowers.” you whine again and Renjun has to plant a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Is that what I said?” he chuckles some more and then leans in to kiss the anxious realization away from your lips.

“Renjun.” you pout and Renjun laughs and takes his beautiful, whiny, kindhearted girlfriend in his arms and hopes that his hold could chase away all the worries from her pretty, brilliant mind.

He kisses you because his heart can’t bear it any longer. How did he manage to hold a heart like yours in his hand?

Renjun feels an indescribable amount of happiness. Like he wasn’t sure that you were really here with him, in his arms, all for him to hold, with no worry or burden afflicting him. The happiness is so immense and so incredible and so heavy that for a moment, he feels it suffocating him. He wonders if he deserved this kind of happiness.

But right in the next moment, he stops himself. He knew how easy it was to relapse into those tempting, lonesome thoughts. But if there was anything that therapy was teaching him, it was that of course he deserved happiness.

Though right now, holding you in his arms, this happiness was choking him. He felt like his heart was swelling and pressing against his lungs and his chest couldn’t bear it and he could no longer breathe.

“Y/N…” he exhales, holding you back so he can look at your face and you could look up into his. He pauses to gather another breath. Then, he just says it. “I love you.”

And doing so does the trick. He feels his chest slowly getting lighter, because this is what it had been bursting with. Now, he’s told you. Now, it can be unburdened.

You look up at him and there is nothing but a sparkle in your eye, and tenderness in your smile. For a while, you say nothing, just looking upon his eyes like that. “Thank you.” you finally whisper back at him.

Renjun pauses for a moment. But then, he relaxes. This was okay. You didn’t have to say it back right away. Renjun was ready to give you as much time as you needed. So he presses his lips into your forehead once again till he feels you laughing against him. He pulls back in confusion and you grab at the lapel of his parka.

“Huang Renjun…” you say and he looks back at you with uncertainty, “... I love you, too.”

And Renjun can’t help it if he kisses you too hard. He can’t help it that he’s squeezing you too tight. He wouldn’t care if the night brightens back into morning and the morning fades back into night. He was going to hold you just like this for the rest of his life.

So he lays you down and kisses you deeper, like he wanted to make up for all the time he had lost. All the time in his life when he hadn’t known you. All the time he had known you and didn’t let himself have you. He was going to make up for it all. And as he zips the tent up and shields you from the rest of the world, he wonders if he could spend all of his days just like this. Holding you and loving you and knowing that you loved him back; and if he could, today was a damn good day to start.

The fire slows to a simmer till all that’s left are embers that keep being carried away by the breeze. But the two of you remain inside, in your own world, happy that you had found one another, happy that you could finally have one another. Happy that you could hold one another and say that you loved each other and have nothing in the world hold you back, not now, not ever.

You were Y/N and Renjun, Renjun and Y/N, two names that were forever intertwined because that’s how people would call you now. You were the couple that belonged so perfectly with one another that people would wonder if you’d been together for years. And any time someone with a burning curiosity would come up to you and ask,

“So, where did you guys meet?” you would just look at one another, smile and say, “Well, we met in online class.”

~THE END

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