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secret-engima · 3 years

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nyodrite

honestly i am just so curious on how Dissidia would go here because you can have teen Nox and Apollo and smol Noctis traveling with a frantic Regis

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or have Regis not present but just watching his sons and younger brother through crystal vision and fretting

Me: Oh it would ABSOLUTELY be all four of them. Not that they know it at first, because Nox and Apollo get yoinked by Spiritus and Materia was like “he doesn’t get two when I don’t!” And she yoinked Regis and Noctis, not realizing how YOUNG Noctis was, because his soul/magic feels so much like Nox, who is le teen.

Cue Regis freaking out while holding his son in the middle of a desert, then meeting Lightning, who takes one look at this Dad and Smol Child and going “ah. I need to go hit a goddess. Clearly. Come along sir we’ll go hit her together”

WoL: “wait pls don’t. I’m sure there’s an explanation.”

The explanation is Materia staring at a wide-eyed Noctis and going “Oh. I thought you would be larger.” And Regis’s temper snapping to go on a massive Dad Rant about stealing people from their worlds without permission. PARTICULARLY CHILDREN. HE CAN SEE THE OTHER KIDS IN THE ROOM YOU KNOW. HOW DARE YOU.

Spiritus calls but Nox and Apollo are both hiding in the back so no one sees them, but THEY see Regis with Noctis in his arms and a growing gaggle of kid heroes gravitating toward his sheer dad vibes and Apollo starts grinning in the way that means he’s about to go commit genocide on something (read: the race of beings that rule this world. If there’s only two of them, then stabbing one of them counts as a massive population decrease right? He’s pretty sure that’s how it works). Nox is just staring blankly at the view screen, giving off a faint blue aura that honestly makes a few of the saner villains nervous.

They eventually get over their temper and agree to go help Regis first thing. Sephiroth tags along because at this point it’s a running gag in all my Dissidia posts and also he’s curious about Nox and Apollo.

They get there in time to see Regis’s group (which is Him, Noctis, Any Kid Hero he can find, Lightning, Y’shtola) being attacked by ... idk Exdeath, Kefka, and a bunch of the crystal copies. They’re doing good honestly, they have Regis, Y’shtola, and Lightning as the adult heavy hitters and Terra and Onion Knight are hardly pushovers and they’re guarding Noctis (Onion Knight’s pride at being Dadded has been soothed by being assigned to “guard” Noctis, who Regis has explained is a crown prince. Onion Knight immediately swore to protect him with his life, as all good knights should. Regis could have cried because Child Soldier No).

Nox and Apollo crash in and proceed to utterly demolish the opposing team. They pay particular attention to Kefka, because they got there just in time to hear him taunting Terra in really vague ways that to Terra and him refer to, you know, the plot of their FF world but to Nox and Apollo sounded Like Something Else. There Kefka is in for a world of pain. Sephiroth joins in to slap Exdeath around for the fun of it, and Exdeath is highly insulted. Which amuses Seph so he does it some more.

Regis is both a relief and a HEART ATTACK to see his other son and his half-brother here. Let alone on the opposite team. Because one, trusted backup. Two, HIS SON AND BROTHER HAVE ENOUGH TRAUMA THEY DON’T NEED TO BE HERE IN THIS WORLD OF BATTLE.

Nox: It’s fine, Dad, I’ve been here before. The worst part is the dragon.

Regis: You’ve what. There’s a WHAT.

The four Lucis Caelums team up along with their respective tagalongs (Regis is well aware that Sephiroth is a madman, he reeks of it, but he’s also got a muted vibe of Lost Child with a side of Weaponized Child to him still and Regis proceeds to aggressively Dad him while Nox braids Seph’s hair and Noctis utterly charms Sephiroth while sitting in his lap and Apollo watches on in amusement. Clearly, adopting and reforming madmen is a genetic thing that entered Somnus’s line of the family sometime after Somnus died), and they are the biggest team, so they attract the most attention of the crystal copies and baddies but they’re also a team with three combat-ready Lucis Caelums, Lightning, Y’shtola, and Sephiroth. Nothing that approaches has a chance at getting anywhere near Onion Knight and Terra as they guard little Noctis.

Regis is very done with this entire place. But he’s also wondering how to keep the kids, because clearly they need a new home that won’t treat them so poorly. Also Sephiroth can come too, Apollo and Nox appear to be courting him as a joint Sword. (Far away, watching from Crystal o Vision along with a horrified Titus and Axis, Clarus hisses: Regis I know that look, DON’T EVEN DARE-.)

So anyway, Kefka starts to develop a nasty flinch anytime he senses Nox or Apollo within a ten mile radius from all the murder attempts, secrets are unveiled, Regis and Co end up having a fight with a knock-off Astral (Ramuh is highly amused by the entire process), and the world eating dragon thing is revealed.

Regis: Is THIS the dragon you meant, Nox?

Nox, who doesn’t want to reveal his time-traveller status: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thankfully battle plans be happening and Regis ends up forgetting about Nox’s slip of the tongue later.

Regis REFUSES to let Noctis anywhere near the battle. No. Not happening. He once again recruits Onion Knight and Terra to guard him back in Materia’s tower during the Final Fight. Onion Knight is a mild pout, because DRAGON SLAYING, but he’s being asked by a KING to guard the CROWN PRINCE. Clearly his superior fighting skills are being acknowledged. So he will tolerate sitting out on the dragon slaying.

Anyway, with three Lucis Caelums (two of which is the Former Chosen King and the Former Accursed) wailing on the thing on top of everyone else, the dragon is Very Very Dead after a few hours of hard fighting and Noctis gets to cheer about how utterly epic his family is and then they all get to go home. Regis does not get to take Onion Knight and Terra along, which makes him a Sad™, but he does manage to steal Sephiroth for his sons.

Clarus could Strangle Regis when he gets back with a silver-haired psychopath in tow to serve as his son’s and brother’s sword. Regis what were you thinking.

Also as a side note- all of Materia’s heroes did such mental gymnastics in surprise when learning that Nox and Apollo are not fraternal twins but are instead uncle and nephew. Everyone looked long and hard at them, then long and hard at Regis, who just sighed heavily and said that at the time he had had the benefit of a reckless youth. His father had no such excuse and he would thank you not to talk about it further. Apollo just cackled.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #Nox & Apollo verse #dissidia!

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the-hopeless-haze · 4 years

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Someone Who, Like it Or Not, Will Want You to Share a Little a Lot

BEING ALIVE Chapter 9

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

A/N: This is my submission for @thatesqcrush kink bingo square praise!kink. Also this chapter went a lot different than I originally planned but it just hit me like a ton of bricks so I hope it’s clear what I’m going for. IDK time to flip the script a little! Also if you saw this posted and disappear it’s because tumblr hates me ok sorry

Content Warning: Smut (ahah) and vague mentions of past abuse (if you’ve been reading the story you know)

Word Count: 5k (sorry lol)

(also how did I never see this gif before fuck me)

“I got you something,” Rafael says. You’re in his office for a lunch break, making sure he eats the salad you’d made for him. Sometimes he still hates you. When you try and shove lettuce down his throat, well, that’s one of those times. But he knows it’s for his own good, like most things you do with him in mind.

“Ooh, we’re doing birthday gifts already?“ you ask, kissing his cheek. "I figured I’d see you later… you’re coming to the restaurant, right? I really don’t think Sonny knows what ‘surprise’ means, but hey. It’s nice of him and the squad.”

“Yes. I know all about it. He hasn’t left me alone for the past two weeks.”

“Nice to know someone cares about me,” you tease, and Rafael rolls his eyes.

“Well, anyway, I figured I’d see you at lunch today, so I brought this one thing with me. I wanted you to wear it tonight. Don’t worry, cariño, you have plenty of other gifts waiting for you at my place.”

“I told you not to go all out. I’m only turning 26. 35 is the next big one.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “35? I thought it was 30?”

"No. I think 30 will be just another one. Everyone makes it a big deal because it ends in a 0, but I don’t think it is. 35 is where the line is crossed. That’s when you’re officially middle-aged,” you say, grinning a little.

“Jesus, so what am I? Ancient?”

“No. You’re still middle-aged,” you giggle. “You’re getting there, though.”

“Mm. Right. Remind me why I spent money on you again?”

“Because…” you drawl, pulling him in by his tie to press your lips to his. And oh, it’s a mesmerizing kiss, like most of them are: one of your hands moves to the back of his head, pulling him in ever closer, and you’re slipping your tongue in his mouth, the acidic tinge of the vinaigrette you had been eating just the jolt he needed to get him to grasp for you. His hands slip under your shirt, earning a gasp from you, but Rafael remembers he’s in his office and the shades aren’t drawn and keeps his hands on your waist. You’re not close enough; you’re never close enough. “That’s why. Right?”

“Right. I forgot,” he snickers, pecking your lips. “Do you want your present or not?”

“Of course, honey.”

So he gets up and pulls out a jewelry box from his desk drawer, taking a deep breath, unsure of why he was so nervous. He smiles awkwardly, walking back over to the table and handing it to you.

“Open it, cariño.”

You do, your hands shaking a little as you unlatch the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold chain with an emerald pendant attached to it. You don’t say anything, your eyes watering as you look up at him.

“Do you not like it?” he asks, cursing himself. He should’ve asked you to pick something else out.

“Rafael, I can’t accept this. How much money was this? I can’t…”

“It doesn’t matter. I bought it for you, and I want you to have it. Do you like it, (y/n)?”

“I love it, Rafael, but it’s too much… I told you not to spend too much.”

Who was counting? He wasn’t above sharing his wealth that he’d worked to accrue. It was nice to be able to give, sometimes, and that was the expectation, wasn’t it? It was your birthday, he was your boyfriend, and he would be damned if he was outdone by anyone on the squad tonight.

"Just let me give this to you. Please,” he says. “And don’t cry.” God, you were always crying. Too much. You were an emotional person, and internalized everything, good or bad. He’d have to talk you out of ways you put yourself down frequently, but lately he’s been finding it hard to be bothered by it, because you’d smile after he smoothed out the knots in your mind, and kiss him like you meant it. “Stand up. Let me put it on.”

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding and getting up. “This is the nicest thing…anyone’s ever bought for me. Don’t think I don’t want it, Rafael, I do, but it’s… I was shocked at first. I don’t want to put you out.”

"Shh,” he says, taking the necklace out of the box and pushing your hair aside. He kisses the back of your neck, placing the necklace on your skin and clasping the hook.

“I like the pendant,” you say, fingering it between your pointer finger and thumb. “It reminds me of your eyes. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m not in the habit of buying jewelry, really. I never had anyone to buy anything for, so I didn’t know…”

“You have good taste,” you say, turning around and smiling, but then your face falls a little. “But… Rafael… how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long did you live like that? Alone? I mean, after Yelina, did you ever get that close again?”

He sighs, leaning against the table. He doesn’t want to divulge this, but at the same time he feels like he has to share. “There was a man. I was… 35,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “But we didn’t work out. Guess I didn’t get the memo that that’s when I was supposed to have my shit together. And I just… I just gave up after that. I had flings, but never got that close again.”

"Honey, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I was only joking about the middle-age thing—“

Rafael waves his hand dismissively. “It’s fine, (y/n).”

“You sure?”

“Mm,” he says, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Eight years is a long time, though.”

"It is… and if I ever seem distant, I don’t mean to be. I’m just used to being alone.”

“I don’t want you to ever get used to that again, honey,” you say, leaning against the table next to him. “You get used to me being here. Soy tuyo y… eres mio.”

He kisses you then, urgently. God, you were going to start talking to him in Spanish now? Even if all you knew was elementary level, he was a goner.

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on that thought, because Carisi’s knocking on the door. “Sorry to interrupt, Counselor, but I need to borrow the birthday girl,” he says, smiling brightly in that annoying way he always did. “We need her more than you right now.”

"What happened? I told Olivia an hour,” you ask, taking Rafael’s hand in your own as he pulls away from your mouth.

“Yeah, well, you know you can ask for an hour… but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna get it. She told me to come pick you up. We got a lead, and if you wanna get out by dinner…”

You roll your eyes at Sonny, then glance at Rafael. "Looks like I have to cut this short. Bye, honey,” you say, kissing him. “Make sure you eat your salad.”

“Yeah, Barba. Gotta get those greens in,” Carisi chuckles as you both give him a look. “What? It’s cute that you worry about his health. My ma, she’s always on my father about taking his meds, and she cooks for him, makes sure he goes for walks.”

“Well, I can’t have Rafael dying on me,” you say, putting on your coat. “I’d miss him too much.” You flash Rafael a smile, heading out with Carisi’s arm around your shoulder.

Sometimes he still feels a pang in his chest when he sees you with Carisi. Things seemed so easy between the two of you, so simple, like you’d been friends for decades as opposed to the months Carisi had been on the SVU. And Carisi was still annoying, God, the man never shut up about anything, and his off-color comments were more than eyebrow-raising at times. In some ways, Carisi was your work-husband, and Rafael supposes that’s to be expected. Partners got close, maybe even closer than some legal marriages.

Another reason why it was a sham. Right? Just because you didn’t have a ring on your finger or his last name didn’t mean you weren’t close to him.

But you could always be closer. Too close for comfort. Wake up next to him every day, brush your teeth in the bathroom next to him while he shaves, argue with him about not taking the trash out on time or something equally mundane. Sounds like hell. Sounds like monotony. Sounds like settling, maybe more on your part than his.

Because who would be able to marry you and call that settling?

Aside from the fact that marriage was always a risk for settling - because what are the odds you pick the right stranger off the streets of New York to bind yourself to for the rest of your life? Another hundred people were always getting off trains, getting on buses, leaving crowded streets to catch planes into or out of this city.

Rafael, though, he was always staying in the same place.

And, even though it may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things, the fact remains that somewhere on some paper in that precinct, your name is next to Carisi’s, billing you as partners. There was no such record of you and Rafael anywhere, not even a Facebook status. And that? From a legal standpoint, if one wanted to be crude, you two were nothing more than friends who fucked. Even if you did live together (which you didn’t) common law marriage wasn’t legal in New York.

So. Legally, if you went down that convoluted path, maybe you were closer to Carisi.

Rafael isn’t sure what to think about that. He’s over the jealousy; it’s been long enough now that he trusts you not to do anything stupid, and as much as Rafael hates to admit it he believes Carisi’s too set in his morals to even look at you suggestively. But it’s still something to think about, isn’t it?

——

“You look gorgeous,” Rafael whispers in your ear, helping you zip up your dress. You did; clad in a crushed velvet emerald long-sleeve number - yet another thing Rafael shelled out money for - and there’s a sense of pride in seeing it match perfectly with the necklace he’d gifted you earlier. “But I already can’t wait to bring you back here.”

“Mm, is that yet another present, honey?” you ask, pressing back against him. “You’ve really been spoiling me.”

“You’ve been a good girl. You deserve it,” he says, chuckling as you shiver.

“We’re gonna be late. Not nice to tease me,” you pout.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold. Put your shoes on.”

The restaurant is nicer than Rafael thought the squad would pick out when they mentioned this idea to him a few weeks ago, but he has half a mind that they thought Rafael would help cover most of the bill. Which he did, as expected. Give a little, get a lot. Something like that. Like it or not, he’s dating the birthday girl, and he’s expected to be more giving than usual. By you, too, of course, even if you would never voice that assumption. He couldn’t very well buy himself suits that cost two grand for no reason and justify not spending the same amount or more on you on special occasions.

“Hey, happy birthday! Surprise!” Carisi says as you get to the table.

You roll your eyes at him before hugging him. “You said happy birthday to me, like, what? Twenty times today? It’s not a surprise anymore. But thank you.”

“Hey. Dream team. Had to do something for the best pardna in the world,” he says.

“Well, damn, Barba, you got (y/n) dressing to the nines too, now,” Amanda says when she sees you, smiling and squeezing your shoulder gently. “I feel underdressed now.”

“Nah, you look beautiful, Amanda,” you tell her, grinning back. “Blue’s your color.”

“Green’s definitely yours.”

This is the first time the whole squad has gone out with Rafael present since they found out for certain that the two of you were dating, and Rafael isn’t quite sure what to make of the atmosphere. He still feels excluded as the only lawyer present at a table full of detectives, and he thought maybe a known tie to you would change that, but it doesn’t, not much. Everyone falls into telling stories, and tonight they mostly concern you - but Rafael has none he wants to share even if maybe you expect him to contribute to the conversation.

What could he say that they didn’t already know?

Besides, what the hell did they think about him? He can only imagine what went through their heads once it was confirmed that he was dating you.

Isn’t he a little bit, well… too much of a smartass? Tacky, in the sense that he’s still that same kid from the barrio trying to fit in with the upper-class of New York with expensive suits and a brass ego? Old? Short? Aggressive (maybe more so passively)? Neurotic? Peculiar? Depressing?

God, he’s practically old enough to be your father.

Everyone was always trying to set you up with someone before they knew you weren’t single, whether it be Sonny with his Fordham buddies or Amanda with her men from god-knows-where or even Olivia one time with a sergeant from a different department. Maybe it’s because you’re beautiful, and beautiful people don’t stay single for long (unless, perhaps, if they were surly and standoffish, which you weren’t in the slightest). You’re a charmer, even if you don’t necessarily mean to be. A flirt without quite realizing it, without being too much of a threat. Pleasant to be around. Easy to like. A little shy, a little rough around the edges, a little stoic at first, sure, but that was easily overlooked and if someone put in the time, you were an open book.

It was easy to pity you. Maybe that shouldn’t be how he sees you, but sometimes he just can’t help but feel so damn bad given everything that’s happened to you. And he knows that’s how the squad feels too. Sure, you could handle yourself on your own, but no one wanted to let you. It’s in Olivia’s eyes when she looks at you sympathetically, it’s in Amanda’s hand when she squeezes your shoulder, it’s in Carisi’s insistence on putting himself in harms’ way so you wouldn’t ever have to take the fall: Poor baby. We’re the only tenderness you’ve ever known.

And maybe that’s true, maybe this squad was the only kind of lasting kindness you’d ever been shown. You don’t talk much about your past, and that’s fair, because Rafael doesn’t think there’s much that would be pleasant to recount. After the rape, middle school was difficult for you, as was to be expected, and you didn’t have many friends that stuck around. He’s never heard you say a word about high school, and sure, college was probably a lot better than the hell you’d been through before, but you had no one you kept in contact with from there, not even the woman you mentioned sleeping with before. Maybe life hasn’t handed you all the wrong cards: you’re gorgeous, you’re intelligent, you’re great at your job.

But in the interpersonal sphere, you’re lacking, maybe as sorely as Rafael, and that’s something he never quite thought about until now. You didn’t wear it like he did though, and you still had hope, somehow, whereas Rafael’s supplies of optimism had been used up over the years. Maybe one day you’d run out, too.

Leave it to Rafael to bring the melancholy to a birthday party.

But you wouldn’t bring the squad home; you couldn’t. On the nights you didn’t spend at Rafael’s or the nights he didn’t spend at your apartment, you were as alone as he was. He wonders, did you sit there and stare at the walls, struggle to sleep without him by your side… or did you not care?

“Honey, I was talking about you,” you say, giggling a little, and he feels your hand on his shoulder bring him back to the present. “You’ve been out of it, tonight, huh? Anyway, I was going to ask if you’d tell them about your theatre productions—“

“Oh, Jesus, (y/n), why the hell are you going to bring that shit up?” he asks, feeling a slight blush creep up his neck. “I told you about that in confidence.”

“Oh, come on. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, come on, Barba. She’s the birthday girl. You gotta do what she says,” Carisi chimes in.

Rafael glares at him and sighs. "Fine.”

“Floor is yours, Counselor,” Amanda says, winking. “Maybe you can sing for us, too.”

“Fine. I was in theatre in middle and high school. Happy?” he snaps. He knows he shouldn’t be so mean, and this was trivial, but he could do without the little jabs from the squad and your puppy-dog eyes.

“Why do you have to be like that, Rafi?” you ask. “Come on. Tell them the production in eighth grade.”

“This really means that much to you?“

"Will you just tell the story?” you ask. “No one will make fun of you, honey. I won’t let them.”

“Mm. Right. Well, my school couldn’t get the licensing rights to anything actually good that year for the Christmas musical… so we did A Christmas Peter Pan. It was about as awful as you think it would be.”

“What part did you play?” Olivia asks. Of course she’s the only one at the table who’s not tittering with laughter.

“I didn’t try out soon enough, and they didn’t have any parts left… so I played the crocodile.”

Amanda damn near spits out her drink, and Rafael rolls his eyes as Carisi laughs heartedly and Fin and Nick try and fail to not crack teasing smiles.

“I just really can’t picture that, Barba. Damn,” Carisi says after he calms down. “How bad was the costume?”

“What do you think a middle school theatre department could put together?” Rafael asks, narrowing his eyes. “Anyway. I didn’t have any lines, at least.”

“No, but you had three scary entrances,” you tease, grinning brightly and squeezing his shoulder. “Hey. It was your debut. I can’t wait until I get your mother to show me pictures—“

“Send them to me,” Amanda says. “I’m begging you.”

“I’m going to get my mother to burn that scrapbook before you’re ever in its vicinity,” Rafael mutters, chuckling.

“Aw, come on, honey, don’t be like that. You know I’d never let Amanda see them. Sonny, maybe—“

“Hey!” Amanda interjects while Rafael shoots you a withering look.

“No, I wouldn’t let him see them either. Some things are actually meant to be shared in confidence,” you laugh. “But anyway, Rafael went on to bigger and better things. He played Kenickie in Grease sophomore year, right? And you got the lead senior year?”

“Mm. Nathan Detroit. Guys and Dolls.”

“I have no idea what that is,” Carisi says.

“Of course you don’t,” Rafael retorts.

“It was a big part. He says his mother has a tape of that somewhere—“

“Are you trying to kill me, (y/n)?” Amanda asks exasperatedly. “The knowledge that that’s on film and I’ll never see it?”

“Mm. Deal with it. That’s not the one you wanna make fun of though,” you say. “Rafael can sing. He never will in front of you guys now, but he can.”

Right. Little things he’d shared with you, maybe without even meaning to, and now you could list them off as nonchalantly as if you were talking about yourself. Did any of his ex-lovers ever bother to learn all his amateur theatre roles front to back?

Thankfully, the waitress brings the cake over after a few minutes, saving him from more humiliation, and everyone, even Rafael, obliges and sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to you before you blow out the candles.

“Well, our blessings, (y/n),” Olivia says, grinning.

“Don’t tell your wish or it won’t come true,” Fin chuckles.

“Actually… I didn’t wish for anything,” you say, shrugging.

“What do you mean, you didn’t wish for anything?” Carisi asks.

“Tell, but lie,” Nick says.

“Nah. I’ve got everything I want. Thank you for including me in your thoughts, your lives—“

“Aww. Stay exactly as you are, (y/n),” Carisi says, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “What a sweetheart, huh, Barba?”

“Everyone adores you, (y/n),” Amanda laughs. “What an awful thing.”

Yeah. Everyone did adore you - but you weren’t an unshakable tenant in anyone’s life.

And, come to think of it, neither was Rafael. Rafael was always confused as to why the hell you even approached him all those months ago, flirted with him, got him to buy you dinner… but fuck, it was clear now. You were alone, grasping at straws just like he was. A couple months in the city you dreamed of living in since you were a child provided you with nothing more than acquaintances you worked and occasionally got drunk with, and maybe it was human nature to want more than that.

Yet here you were insisting that you didn’t wish for anything. What the hell? Didn’t you want more than what Rafael was giving you? Shouldn’t you?

Fuck if he knows. He’s not even sure what he wants anymore, never mind what you want.

——

Rafael has never been above sharing his body for someone else’s pleasure. It felt good to give in this regard, and fuck it, if anyone deserved to have a good, healthy sex life it was you.

It had been a long road to get you comfortable - yes, the first time you had sex with him you were more than a willing participant - but he’d notice sometimes when he initiated things, you would space out and become unresponsive. That was absolutely not going to work for him. He’s been prosecuting sex crimes long enough for that to turn his stomach in the worst way. The last thing he’d want is to take advantage of someone who was lying underneath him just because they thought it would appease him, not because they genuinely wanted to be there.

You got mad at him the first time he brought it up; said he was reading too much into things - but eventually you came around and admitted what had made you uncomfortable, what had turned you off, what had made you freeze, and what it came down to was years of trauma that no one had bothered to work through, not even yourself. What started with the rape went on to college boys who wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves and tried to pressure you when you weren’t ready - and you’d never quite learned to say no. You said you didn’t want to share this, didn’t want him to think you were some perpetual victim or that you didn’t enjoy sex - because you had had positive sexual experiences aside from Rafael, obviously - but sometimes all it took was a touch in the wrong place and you shut down. You still had issues here and there, but at least you’d actually fucking talk to him now, which was progress. He would’ve thought for an SVU detective with a psychology degree this wouldn’t be an issue, but maybe it’s how it goes - you put all your energy out there for the victims and you never learn how to unlearn your own toxic thought cycles and behaviors.

Also, Rafael learned, through trial and error, that you liked to be praised. Maybe it was after years of being ashamed of your body and sex, after years of feeling like you were inexperienced because you never met anyone worth having experiences with… but it was almost like you got off on it and Rafael wouldn’t really mind if that was the case. You are a good girl - his good girl - especially now, as he’s sitting at his desk chair in his apartment and you’re riding his thigh, your dress ridden up to your waist. Your lips are kiss-bruised and you’re so wet he can feel you seep through your panties to his dress pants.

Fuck it if you ruined them. Fuck it if you ruined him.

“Yes, good girl, you gonna get off on my thigh, (y/n)?” he asks, his voice low in your ear.

“I don’t know if I can,” you laugh. “Might need some assistance.”

“No, I think you can. Want you to try it. You think you’re close, mi buena chica?”

“Mm, don’t know. I didn’t think I was gonna have to work this hard on my birthday,” you say, leaning down to kiss his mouth. “Don’t you think those hands could be of good use somewhere?”

“Maybe. Where do you want them?“

"Mm, fucking everywhere,” you drawl.

For Rafael, sex was always just fun. Usually, it was better if he knew the person at least a little, but after Yelina, he didn’t care as much and was a little more of a libertine. Sex with you, though; it’s different - it’s a conversation - maybe like it’s supposed to be, sharing what you can’t or what you won’t say with words.

Maybe he should feel more flattered, because you were sharing a lot, too.

Rafael gives you what you want, though, cupping your breasts as he kisses you, murmuring words of encouragement in your ear in between - “Yes, just like that, you can do it, come for me, such a good girl, come on, cariño” - and when you do finally fall apart, he peppers your face with kisses. “See? I told you.”

“Mm. Sometimes you’re right,” you giggle, kissing the side of his mouth. “But I’m not working that hard for the next orgasm.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles.

And you don’t; Rafael brings you over the edge with his tongue and fingers, but you’ve barely come down from your high before he’s on his back, at your mercy instead.

“What are you doing? Didn’t think you wanted to work for it anymore,” he teases as you press kisses on his chest.

“Nah, you’re gonna fuck me, hombre, but I want to do something for you first,” you purr, trailing down lower, lower, lower…

“It’s your birthday–”

“Mm. Yeah. But now I just guaranteed that you have to go down on me on yours,” you giggle. “No. We’re not counting favors here, right? Just let me.”

And you’re so good. You always are, but every time just seems to get better as you learn more of what he likes, what gets him off. He wonders vaguely if he you feel that way too, but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on that as your lips wrap around his cock. “Fuck, so good, (y/n),” he hisses. If he wasn’t almost painfully hard before he definitely is now. “That’s it, oh fuck.”

One of your hands comes to cup his balls gently as your tongue and lips work his cock and it’s hard to remember that you were ever tentative giving him a blowjob before. Maybe that’s the thing about sex; everyone thinks they need experience to be a good lover, but maybe they don’t. Maybe they just need to listen to their partner. Rafael’s slept with people who have slept with countless numbers of people but no one’s ever learned his body like you, and your count was much lower. Granted, Rafael never quite allowed himself this type of vulnerability with anyone else in recent history, either, but it was only fair that if some of your walls came down some of his did as well.

Still, he has to make sure you know that by gasping out praise and encouragement, tangling his hands in your hair, being careful not to pull too harshly. “Fuck, so good at that, sucking my cock so good, se buena, mm, fuck.”

Eventually, though, Rafael can feel that he’s dangering the brink and has to stop you. Switching positions again - you’re on your back for him now - and he’s lining up his cock with your pussy, making sure you’re still good. With your consent, he enters you, groaning softly at finally feeling you wet and warm around his cock.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he grunts as he starts fucking in and out of you, slowly at first.

“I’d hope you think so,” you say.

“Think - no. You are. Fucking gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush a little and he can’t believe you still get flustered when he tells you that. But you are a vision - hair splayed on his pillow, your breasts heaving in tandem with your breath, your skin shining with a slight sheen of perspiration. Yeah. Fucking gorgeous.

And, oh fuck, now you’re clawing at his back, scratching with your nails. A shiver runs down his spine as he fucks into you harder, “That good?”

“Fuck, yeah, Rafael, fuck me,” you whine and he leans down to press a searing kiss to your mouth.

“Mm, so pretty, taking my cock so well, cosita bonita, so good for me,” he rasps in your ear.

You’re meeting him thrust for thrust; the only sounds Rafael can hear is the slap of skin on skin and his heart pounding in his ears as he kisses up and down your neck. “Mm, Rafael, feels so good,” you purr, and yeah, now he can see why you get off on those simple words of encouragement.

It’s not long before the two of you reach your highs and come down, a panting, tangled mess twisted up in his bedsheets. “Mm. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño.”

“Yeah, happy birthday to me,” you laugh, leaning over to snuggle against his chest. “Fuck, I’m exhausted now.”

“Thought I was supposed to be the old one.”

“Like you could go for another round right now.”

“Try me, mujer,” he chuckles. “Shower?”

“In a minute,” you giggle. “Let my heart rate come down a little.”

The two of you lay there in silence, your breathing rates settling while Rafael’s mind sets off to the races again. You were right, earlier, eight years was a fucking long time and it didn’t get any easier to be alone.

It doesn’t get any easier to be with someone, either, though, like when you wake him up too early in the morning and ruin his precious sleep, or when you make snide remarks that ruin his day and bruise his ego or, worst of all, as always: when you see right through him, like the front he puts up just doesn’t exist.

Maybe, though, maybe he’s a masochist because god forbid you leave. Here he was, carving out hours of his precious time; time he used to tell his mother he never had to spare, and sharing it with you. And you wanted him to.

Rafael doesn’t know what the hell to make of that.

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unincised · 4 years

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It’s 12 in the morning and instead of doing homework I wrote a meta fic in the perspective of Dream and Wilbur during Dream SMP War. You can read it under the cut!

Inspired by (but not based around) <this post> and everyone’s replies, because that got me messed up tbh.

(It’s probably not chronologically correct / some events are probably forgotten or misinterpreted, but it’s early and I’m bored and inspired, so idk man.)

3k words; 2nd POV; any content warnings in the OG war apply here, but I don’t go into graphic detail so don’t worry. Might post on AO3 if I’m feeling cheeky.

You started to regret your decision. They haven’t existed on your land for too long, but they had already caused more trouble than what was worth. Still, you allowed them to stay, because they captivated your citizens; Strange accents, lovable characteristics, and a reputation that they grew from living elsewhere. You had figured that they would make great additions to your Court, for as long as they wanted it.

You never anticipated they’d take advantage. You never thought they’d stoop so low as to begin forming their own illegal acts behind your back.

There were whispers among the people; Forced smiles that promised secrets. You grit your teeth, because how could anyone keep secrets from you? From their King? Your closest friends knew nothing, but that didn’t mean nothing was happening. So, despite their best efforts to keep you calm, you went out scouting. There were tunnels all across your land, stretching as far as needed, appearing and disappearing, reforming to your needs. You knew this land better than anyone, and you used it to your advantage.

Tommy was acting awfully strange. Forced laughter, nervous glances over his shoulder, sword always strapped to his side. You tailed him until he was no longer on the main road, sneaking around a mountain and deep into the woods. Past a river. He stopped outside a single caravan, knocking on the door and being allowed entry a few moments later. Your eyes narrowed; No one informed you of a residence this far out.

Finding a better vantage point, you peered through the foggy glass and saw brewing stands lining the walls, a man you knew to be Wilbur pulling out a stack of blaze rods. Tommy visibly laughed, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

You couldn’t believe it. In his own home? Did they have no respect?

That night, you confided with George and Sapnap, watching as they sneered at the blatant lack of tact. It was the final straw: You made a final decision to ban them until further notice, maybe in a simple temporary status if they cooperated.

No one explained these things to you. You had no older advisors, no parental guidance, just your two friends who you’d trust with your life. You had no experience dealing with treason within your ranks, especially between two foreign ambassadors that weren’t supposed to break off with their own agenda. This was out of your control, and your confrontation hadn’t even happened yet. There was an unease within the three of you, but it was left unaddressed. You had no time to ponder these things. You needed to act.

Wilbur Soot was not like you. He was older, had experience, was once teamed up with legends that everyone knew the names of. He had a long-standing status within this very tight community. Compared to him, you were no one. You were younger, newer, growing fast but that meant nothing in terms of status. Your land was not well known either — if you ever needed help, you doubted that others would come to your aid. In this way, you were alone.

Despite your warnings, they did not back off. By this point, you were starting to get desperate. If you couldn’t handle a few criminals, how were you to keep your legitimacy as a ruler? You would be considered a joke, possibly even overthrown. Most importantly, how would your friends see you?

Through all of this, the citizens were turning. George arrived back looking frantic, shedding his commoner clothing and pacing around the room. He spoke of the murmurs in the crowd, of the people starting to lean towards those… those criminals. They spoke of you as a tyrant, singing praises of those foreigners’ bravery and justice.

Alone with your thoughts, you reflected. You knew that this war — and you knew it would become a war, no matter how much Alyssa denied it — would need to end with you on top. Luckily, this was something you could do. You were born to fight, knew the newest and deadliest attack methods, knew how to plan out traps, how to get people right where you needed them and strike before they even registered what happened. You had slain dragons; this team of misfits wouldn’t stand a chance.

The next day, you burned Tubbo’s house to the ground, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you screamed your declaration. WHITE FLAGS. OUTSIDE, BY TOMORROW! Sapnap cheered as the mansion lit the night up in a red glow. You knew that they’d be able to see it from where they cowered behind their walls in the forest. You hoped that they would back down before any real damage was done.

Two new allies joined your side, a young boy called Punz and a man named Eret. You only publicised one, the other was an Ace. Eret spoke in the accent of their opposers, came from the same region of their world, was charismatic and excellent at deception. Without hesitation, you gave him orders to be their spy.

“I want something in return,” There was a smug grin on his face, as if he already knew he’d get what was asked.

“Name your price.” You didn’t so much like compromises on such time-sensitive topics, but you knew that his role in this war would go a long way.

He wanted a castle, and a title to fit it. At first, you worried this was his obscure way of asking for your crown. It wasn’t; He wanted the title, not the responsibilities. With a suppressed sigh of irritation, you shook his hand.

Eret fit into the newly dubbed “L’manberg” seamlessly. He reported that they had no suspicions, going as far as to let him help build their wall of black stone. Slowly, the tension left your body; With this, the war was a guaranteed win.

Sapnap, ever the arsonist, strode up you with a mischievous smile, toying with a flint and steel. His idea was childish, would only really serve as something to fill the downtime and cause panic, but he agreed anyway. It was methodical, calming, watching the trees around L’manberg go up in flames until all that remained was a charred wasteland where a lush forest once thrived. George let out an exasperated sigh when he finally arrived, looking like a disappointed parent. To make up for it, you allowed him to light one block of explosives in the entrance of the nation’s walls, cheering and whooping as it cracked the stone and left a sizable indentation in the earth. For a time, things were perfect.

The harsh realities came crashing down when he arrived back home, finding almost no citizens on his side, harsh glares and spit words of villain. It seemed as if everyone forgot why the war was started in the first place. Did no one remember that it was them who came, betrayed what few laws he had in place, and then proceeded to create a nation on his land? Yet people sympathised with the four traitors — half of which were children. If anything, the notion that Tommy and Tubbo were being used for Wilbur’s own gain was something to fight against, but still no one listened.

You were beyond desperation: You needed to end this once and for all. Giving Eret the signal, and suiting up with your three other allies, the Dream Team finally headed off to war.

It was brutal. You arrived with the upper hand, camping atop the Embassy and sniping them off, effectively pinning them in Tommy’s old hut. The tides changed, and you retreated while they advanced. A game of cat and mouse, the roles switching mid-battle and no one knowing who was going to end up on top.

You sent off Punz to check on Eret, who had stayed behind in L’manberg. He arrived back with a confident smile, nodding once. The plan was set in motion, and you waited until the group of traitors returned back to their nation to regroup and restock. You lead the way through the charred remains of your land, dodging old traps and keeping to the shadows. The looming walls of L’manberg came into view, and a collective spike of excitement went through them. This was it; This was the finale. After all the failed negotiations: Discs, explosives, words — none of it mattered.

The hidden wall slid open, and in one fell swoop, you overpowered the criminals once and for all.

A message arrived the next day, from none other than Tommy. On it was a simple request for a duel, written in as few words as possible. As if the very notion of you reading his words disgusted him. George and Sapnap scoffed at the request, knowing the outcome with confidence, but you accepted it anyway.

Tommy was tired, bags under his eyes and the bow held low. Still, his eyes burned with passion, a promise of your defeat. Such a weak promise. At the count of ten you turned, appreciating Tommy’s unwavering resolve before firing a precise arrow and watching it plunge into the boy’s shoulder. His own arrow whizzed past your head, a few inches from its mark.

With one last look to the group as they crowded around Tommy in an act of protection, you turned and left.

The boy was persistent, a trait that you both appreciated and hated. A week later he was back, standing before you, a round object held tightly in his hands. You raised an eyebrow, finally impressed with the negotiation. Yes, this was something you could get behind. A fair trade: Something important to him for something important to you. A single music disc for an entire nation. Without context, the deal would seem weak and worthless. You knew better. You knew that his disc was treasured above anything else Tommy had. It wasn’t just a disc, it was leverage.

You took it from his weak grasp, watching as his hands clenched around empty air, head held low, but shouldered squared. The disc was turned over in your hands, as if in contemplation, before you acquiesced. He seemed to curl up into himself, and you wondered if this was something he wanted at all, or if it was the mental ministrations of Wilbur.

Nevertheless, you bid him a good day and went home. For now, you promised yourself, just for now you’d let them be.

The boy was surprisingly easy to betray. He gave you and your fellow friends free reign of his land so long as you followed his rules and played nice. You wanted to laugh outright, seeing right through that clay mask and into the eyes of a boy who knew nothing of real life. His position was unique, what with holding such a powerful title at such a young age, and that expanse of untouched land. He had no advisors, no guidance, following his and his friends’ own immature instincts. It was funny to you, but something else itched under your skin. You forced a smile at the interactions, convincingly obedient, but behind the curtains you sneered at this… child’s rule. What about him made for a King? How was he able to gather so many loyal citizens?

The amusement you originally felt twisted into jealousy.

To spite this boy and his very idea of ruling, you planned a coup. A revolution. Something to stir the pot, just to take him down several notches. The first step was Tommy. Naive, malleable Tommy, who played his part perfectly without even knowing it was pre-planned. Truthfully, nothing was remarkably illegal or interesting about creating a drug business deep into the forest, but it was a start. You snuck Tommy notes, telling of a fun project you wanted his participation in. You told him that he couldn’t tell a soul — sans Tubbo, of course — and waited for that reliable Tommy behaviour of not being able to keep a secret.

When he arrived on the doorstep of your Caravan, you could feel the eyes of someone else in the shadows of the trees. You made a show of it, leading Tommy to the room with a window, where everything was set up in plain view. The child was none the wiser, grabbing eagerly at the blaze rods, happily shrieking at this new turn of events. You promised him glory. You were on the right side of the war.

And there would be a war.

Dream was not a cunning ruler. He was smart, sure — everyone knew of his dangerous traps, of him outmaneuvering several people at once, of the several dragons he had slain just for fun — but he knew nothing of politics. He never addressed his people, never tried to win their favor, focusing all of his attention on countering every single one of your plans. You used this to its fullest potential, entering the empty spotlight and basking in the sympathetic gaze of the former King’s citizens. He no longer controlled them; They were yours. Their support was yours, their love was yours, and they promised you loyalty.

You took it all, and turned it back on Dream. In a beautiful display of true political power, you watched as your new followers pieced together their own narrative. Dream’s status was ruined, his name dragged through the mud, and you didn’t even need to do much. It was glorious.

There were casualties in war. Tubbo’s home was not a variable you accounted for, but with a few pats on the head, the problem was glossed over. Children were simple that way, you supposed. You told them that he could rebuild a new one, a better one. Homes were temporary, independence was forever. Tommy was the final word, escorting his friend away while trying his best to empathise. The sorrowful expression dropped on your face, and you turned back to more important matters.

A new face was standing at the entrance of your nation. He looked lost, hopeful, a tad bit tired. His eyes were covered by dark glasses. Eret was a sort of enigma, seeming to be a perfect addition to the team. They didn’t ask questions, did as they were told, was never mean to the younger boys. With his help, the wall around L’manberg was completed. Eret’s story was that had lived in Dream’s realm for a long time, but never seemed to fit in anywhere. As the tensions rose between the King and people of their origin, Eret no longer felt safe in the Kingdom. He wanted somewhere to belong, and he knew that you were the right man to give him that chance.

You had never heard of Eret before then, so you assumed the story legitimate. You had originally planned to still keep a close eye, but Eret was disarming, fitting into your ranks like he was there all along, never seeming like he was telling anything but the truth. He took on responsibility for Tommy and Tubbo, something you appreciated greatly. Until there was reason not to, you accepted him.

Tommy was enthusiastic, ready to charge into battle at a moment's notice. He stayed glued to your side, attempting to mimic and become a perfect copy. As if he was hoping to take your place someday. How funny. Besides that, he was comparable to a guard dog, which you could appreciate to an extent (you’d appreciate it more if he would stop trying to challenge enemies to 1v1s at every opportunity). You deduced that, in a few years — when he was finally combat-ready — he could make a formidable opponent. But Tommy didn’t have that luxury of time, so you made do.

Another thing about Tommy, was his obsession with two particular music discs. You wish you had found out this weakness sooner, because by the time Tommy told you, Dream had already discovered its leverage. Tommy and Tubbo would spend days off-schedule trading useless items with Dream, managing to trick him a few times until Dream came back with a netherite axe and forcibly stole them back again. It seemed to be an endless cycle, one which you did not appreciate. When Tommy returned with the two discs — confirmed to be the real ones — you told him that no longer was he to toy with the enemy like that. A dark look crossed his face, before compliance overtook. He saluted and went to find an Ender Chest.

You awoke to the forest surrounding your walls alit with fire. Standing on the outskirts, tossing aside a spent flint and steel, was Sapnap. His grin was maniacal, dark eyes staring at you with a challenging expression, knowing that he was untouchable. You had made it clear that nothing inside your nation was to be touched, but that of course excluded everything else. You grit your teeth, turning back to confer with Eret.

As soon as your foot touched the steps leading into the caravan, an explosion shook the ground under you. A cloud of smoke and fire emanated from the entrance of your country. Debris flew in all directions, gravel and dirt landing in your hair and dusting your clothes. The sound of cheering was heard in the distance.

When the final battle plan commenced, everything went wrong. Tubbo returned the day of the attack with news that they raided his home and broke all the potions he had spent days preparing. Your stock was nowhere near the needed amount. When on the battlefield, the group of netherite soldiers had you all pinned, fire arrows raining down from the skies. Even when you were able to change the tides, you quickly ran out of resources and needed to return home. It was a constant up and down, and you were only able to relax when inside the safety of L’manberg’s walls.

Eret had something up his sleeve. Something he’d been working on in secret. You felt an unease, because the man you had thought to be an open book was capable of hiding an entire underground bunker, complete with chests filled with…

Nothing. The chests were empty, and you turned in alarm when the sound of a button was pushed.

A few days later, Tommy entered your quarters, eyes downcast in something similar to shame. You suppressed a sigh, knowing that nothing good could come from a look like that. As it turned out, Tommy had challenged Dream to a duel. A final act, winner takes all. You didn’t know what to feel. As the war progressed, you saw the change in Tommy; He holds himself differently now. Dried cuts covered his face, bruises littered across his body, a near-imperceptible limp on the right leg. He was in no position for a duel, but it was out of your control. He had brought this upon himself, and despite it all you knew he had to follow through.

An arrow embedded itself deep into Tommy’s shoulder, and you swallowed harshly. He fell to the ground, and his friends surrounded him in a flurry of panic. Dream was gone just as fast as he arrived. Somewhere inside you, you knew that this would be the outcome. Still, you were disappointed.

You sat atop the walls, charred and cracked, needing several repairs after all they went through. But they weren’t your walls anymore, were they? Dream and his posse had won, and it was time for you to leave. In an attempt to overthrow that boy, you made him stronger. The citizens were divided, one half cheering at Dream’s victory, the other crying at L’manberg’s fall. When had this game become so serious? You didn’t expect this attachment to a throwaway nation that was only expected to live as long as it was entertaining. Now it felt like a real home, a place of sanctuary. You did this, you built this place, you fought for it. Still, it was no longer yours.

“I did it, Wilbur.” Tommy’s voice, normally loud and childish, had a somber tone. There was an edge of maturity, and of something gained while another was lost. You looked at him, taking in his eyes that seemed on the verge of tears, of exhaustion laced into every feature on his face, of calloused hands littered with nasty blisters. What did you do? The answer was not expected — you were ready to say goodbye to this place, to move onto the next project, to forget L’manberg ever existed.

A smile tugged at your lips. So faithful were his soldiers, so giving, so ready to sacrifice everything for something their leader barely believed in. You pulled Tommy close, embracing him in a tight hug that felt so unfamiliar. Your smile turned into a sharp grin, overlooking your land and seeing so many futures, so many possibilities.

“I’m proud of you, Tommy.”

#when I went back to link the post i found more additions to it #and i'm sad all over again #also wilbur is manipulative in here so just be warned #dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #wilbur soot #tubbo #theeret #I FORGOT FUNDY I'M SORRY #JUST IMAGINE HIM OFF ON THE SIDELINES BEING A NEGLECTED CHILD #punz

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vcidgalpin · 4 years

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Second Chance at First Line Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Eventually)

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 1969

A/N: Scott and Allison’s relationship develops.

Warnings: dead body? is that a warning idk

After pulling on the Wolfsbane, a rope pulls out along with it. Turns out, the Wolfsbane rope thing was buried in a spiral around the wolf’s body. Scott gets mine and Stiles’ attention as he stares down into the hole. Looking in it, I cringe at the horrid site of a body cut in half of a girl. She looks sort of young.

“You have to call your dad. Like, now,” Scott says to Stiles, who is standing, mouth agape at the sight still.

“Stiles,” I say, a bit louder than Scott, snapping the boy out of his frozen state. “Call the sheriff,”

“It’s too late right now, God knows what he’ll think about us being here at night and just so happening to dig up a body by accident,” He made a fair point.

The next day, the three of us ended up back at the Hale house, going there in just Stiles’ Jeep this time, watching Stiles’ dad handcuff Derek and push him into the squad car. Stiles slips into the passenger side of the car, and questions Derek. Not long after, I see the sheriff drag his son out by his arm roughly and start scolding him. I walk over to his side, Scott staying put by the Jeep.

“Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this,”

“We were looking for Scott’s inhaler,”

“Which he dropped when?”

“The other night,”

“The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body? Aka, the night that you said you were alone.” I have to force myself not to scrunch my face up at his slip up,”

“Yes- Wait no. Crap,”

“So you lied to me,” Disappointment laced his voice.

“That depends how you define lying,” He’s not making this any better for himself.

“How do you define lying?”

“Reclining your body in a… horizontal position?” He says, gesturing his hands an unnecessary amount.

“Get the hell out of here,” Barely a second passes before Stiles turns on his heels saying,

“Absolutely,” I stand there for a beat, awkwardly. The Sheriff’s eyes scan me, probably confused as to why I was hanging around the boys all of a sudden.

“Hi, I’m Y/N by the way,” I instantly regret speaking, my speech sounded forced and nervous.

“How come I’ve never seen you around Stiles and Scott before? I didn’t know Stiles had other friends if I’m being honest,”

“I just, I’m a new friend.” I pause before the word friend, hesitant to use it as I don’t really think this can be classed as a friendship.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Refreshing to have a new face around, but I guess those two have already corrupted you enough to drag you into their bad choices. Be careful,” He seems like such a genuine and friendly person. I feel like only a man like him could be able to put up with having such a frantic kid. I smile smally, before wondering over to Scott and Stiles.

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In the back of the Jeep, I scroll through the tabs on my phone about Wolfsbane being used for burial. It wasn’t something I knew a lot about, so I felt like I had to prove myself more, as this was basically the first thing that I was there to be knowledgeable and helpful about. I sighed after a while, fed up of finding nothing.

“Nothing?” Scott turns to me, and I gently shake my head. I feel a headache start to come on, so I put my phone down and lean back into the seat.

“Maybe it’s like a ritual or something. Or some special skill werewolves can learn.”

“It’s not something you can just learn. I know that much,”

“Yeah and that seems about as far as your oh so large knowledge goes,” Stiles spits back, scowling. I was just trying to help.

“Sorry I don’t know about this one, rare, confusing thing that we have stumbled across okay? You need to chill out,”

“I need to-”

“Stop! Stop arguing so much!” Scott seems to be in some sort of pain.

“Are you okay?” I ask Scott, and lean forward a bit too fast, my head making me feel like I’m spinning. My throat also starts to feel really scratchy and dry all of a sudden.

“No. I can’t- I can’t breathe, my head-” Scott suddenly pushes his hand to the ceiling of the car. It’s happening to Scott too… Wolfsbane. I grab Stiles’ bag from the floor and unzip it, my eyes instantly recognising the rope with Wolfsbane on it.

“You kept it?!”

“What was I supposed to do with it?”

“Stop the car,” Scott basically screams out. Stiles’ does as he says quickly and Scott takes the backpack, jumps out of the car, and lobs it as far into the trees as possible. I hop out of the car, as does the other boy. We walked around the car, to go to where Scott was, but it turns out he had gone. He was angry, and he was missing.

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We searched for hours before Scott finally texted Stiles back, saying he was at the school, getting ready for practice. Stiles sped the whole way there and rushed into the changing rooms to get ready. I got dragged in there by Stiles. I got a few weird looks from everyone on the team, but I tried my best to ignore them. I faced the wall, giving the boy some privacy, and we went and found Scott.

“You gonna try and convince me not to play?”

“Scott, this isn’t a good idea, and you know that.”

“I want to play. I want to go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking-normal life, okay? Don’t you get that?” I totally got that. Hesitantly, I nodded, ignoring Stiles’ annoyed glance. I couldn’t lie to Scott. Stiles’ sighs before speaking,

“Just- Don’t get too stressed out there. Or angry. Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone. If a hunter doesn't kill you first-” Now it was my turn to glare at Stiles. “I'm sorry. I'll stop. Good luck.”

I rush over to the stands to sit by Lydia, but she gets up just before I sit down, and stalks over to Scott. She pulls him in, so they are standing chest to chest. I don’t miss the jealous look on the second boy’s face as he watches.

“I want you to remember one thing for tonight,”

“Winning isn’t everything?” I shake my head softly. Knowing Lydia, that is definitely not what she was going to say. She laughs in his face.

“Nobody likes a loser,” her hand ran down his clothed arm, and then she pats his chest before walking back to me. The game commences. Scott quickly gets a chance to get the ball, and he runs for it. Jackson also begins to run for it, and rams into Scott’s side, pushing him to the floor. Aren’t they supposed to be a team? Unconsciously, my fingers cross, praying Scott doesn’t let Jackson push him past tipping point. Jackson scores, and eats up the praise he receives. He doesn’t deserve praise, but I stand up with Lydia and Allison smiling anyway. Lydia turns to the two of us and gets us to raise a sign she made. It read ‘We Luv U Jackson!’ in bold letters. I see Scott’s eyes meet the sign and jealousy wells up in them, noticing how Allison is celebrating Jackson’s selfish play. The whole team that was playing, except Scott, all huddled together. I want to listen in, but Allison’s dad is sitting so close to me, I don’t wanna raise any suspicion on myself or Scott. I do still faintly hear Scott start to growl at whatever Jackson had said to his teammates. This is not going to end well.

“Which one is Scott again?” Chris Argent speaks suddenly, making me jump a little in my seat.

“Number 11. Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game.”

Lydia replies, judgingly.

“I hope he’s okay,” Allison says softly, her voice showing so much care. ‘I hope so too’ I think to myself. The whistle blows and Scott and another boy fight for the ball. It ends up launching up high. Scott jumps onto the other’s shoulder, catching the ball that was still flying through the air. From the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Argent squinting his eyes at this. Scott is going to mess everything up. The boy swiftly dips and dives between players left and right before scoring. The crowd erupts excitedly again. Another play starts, and a guy from the opposing team throws Scott the ball, deliberately. 40 seconds left on the clock, Scott scores again, the lacrosse ball tearing through the net of the goalie. As the timer counts down, Scott starts to clearly struggle, close to freezing up in one spot near to the goal. I hear Allison whisper,

“Come on Scott,” This seems to wake him up from his daze, and he scores again, just as the clock runs out. Everyone in the crowd starts flooding the field, cheering. I see Scott tear off his gloves before sprinting off into the distance where I lose track of him. Stiles finds me in the mass of people, asking,

“Where did he go?”

“I have no idea,” Before we can go off to find him, Stiles grabs my sleeve, not hard, but enough to stop me running off. Confused, I start to ask him what he’s doing but he speaks first.

“Dad? What’s wrong?” The sheriff raises his finger for a moment, telling his son to wait. Must be a call from the station or something.

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After learning that the medical examiner determined the girl to have been killed by an animal, and not a human, ruling Derek out as a suspect, we hurry off, heading to the changing rooms to look for Scott, Stiles leading the way, his grip on my wrist. Looking around some of the lockers towards the showers we stop in our tracks, seeing Scott and Allison kissing. Not surprising, but I feel a smile coming onto my face, happy for them both. They part after a moment.

“I’ve got to get back to my dad,” Allison smiles, and she turns, noticing they’d had an audience. “Hi Stiles, Y/N.” I raise my eyebrows, teasing her. Her eyes glance down to see Stiles’ hand around my wrist, and she smirks back. I didn’t even notice until that point, blushing hard as I pulled my arm away. Allison leaves, and we approach Scott, who is grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“I kissed her,”

“Saw that,” Stiles replies, breathily.

“She kissed me,”

“Saw that too,” I say, nudging his arm.

“I don’t know how but I controlled it. She gave me control, helped me pull back. Maybe it’s not that bad.” She could be his anchor. I stop myself from saying it, it doesn’t seem like the time. I mean, they’ve only kissed once.

“I hate to be a bearer of bad news, because you seem totally chill and everything now, and I don’t really love the idea of ruining that but, we just heard something,” Scott tilts his head, curiously.

“They looked at the other half of the body we found. They say that it’s clear an animal killed the girl. Not a human. Derek, being human, no longer a suspect, was let out,”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope. And it only gets worse. They ID’d her. Her name is Laura Hale.”

“Hale?!”

“Derek’s sister”.

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seongwhy · 5 years

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ateez reaction the their crush making the first move

hongjoong

hongjoongie !!! would be so happy !!! that you felt that way about him !!!!

he didnt make a move bc he didnt wanna make u uncomfy :(( so he disregarded his feelings for u

unknowingly to him, u like him back !!!

but since this lucky man didnt get the hint (and with all the touching and attempted flirting you're surprised he didnt)

you decided you had to make the first move

but being all nervous and shi ,, you gotta plan it out

just like hongjoong u dont wanna make him uncomfy !! yall the same mfs

so what u planned to do was grab some takeout and bring it to hongjoong when hes producing an chat him up an shit

and once u get to his place and have him all alone your heart starts racing

and so does his !!

and you're eating and laughing and has showing you a beat he just made

and you put your hand on his leg and hes like big eyes blushing and his mouth drops a lil

and you're like 'this is rlly good hongjoongie' bITHX HES CRYIGN

IM CRYING

and you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his mouth and hes just

'o-oh thank you' he says

and u smile at him and ask him to show you more

he takes a second to recover but blushes even more

and ur ready to kiss him til he stops blushing

so u do

but he doesnt

seonghwa

seonghwa tries his best ok

he just really likes you

so he ends up stuttering and tripping and literally falling for you

like oh one time he was trying to bring you water and he got too excited and was running and some of the water from the full glass fell on the floor and he just slid right on that shit

thank god you had your back turned talking to yunho bc holy shit he didnt know what hed do if u saw that

but the rest of the boys will never let him live that down

'hyung, remember when u fell trying to get water fo-' 'shut up wooyoung'

but seonghwa is just a shy lil boy around you fam

and it's not like you didnt notice bc hed be rlly chill rlly calm and funny when he doesnt know you're around

and then he sees you and hes all 'o-oh hi I'm going to go w-wash the dishes' he cleans when hes stressed

and when u ask the boys what's up w him they're like '..... are u dumb'

anyway after that it was just so obvious

youd catch him staring and make eye contact and hed look away so fast

but you didnt miss dem red ass cheeks

and you honestly like the attention he gives you

and when he gains a little confidence around you and makes a joke or does girl group dances or smth

you cant resist him

so one day you go over to the dorm and tell all the boys that they're all gonna have to leave so that u can get seonghwa to yourself

and they reluctantly agree bc 'but I'm tireddddd'

and when seonghwa gets home hes like . where is everyone.

and you're like 'oh them??? they just went to the store to get snacks I'm sure theyll be back soon come watch this show w me'

and hes like ,,, right

and you're just smiling and nodding and patting the seat next to you

so he sits obviously sweating

and you're watching this show and hes watching you

with every laugh nd movement his stomach coils a lil

and after a bit you look at him

and you're looking at each other

and you're eyes are watching his lips and you just say yolo and go for it

hes taken aback at first but leans into it

and you're a rlly good kisser

then you pull back nd hes looking at you with the prettiest smile on the prettiest face you've ever seen

'thank u' he says 'for what?' 'for that'

'just kiss me again dummy'

yunho

puppy!! lil baby boy!!!

ok so like the first part , let's say you two have been besties for a while now

and it's just a mutual attraction and mutual liking ykno

but yunho doesnt want to mess up the friendship you guys have by trying anything

the members are all 'bruh she likes you back' and hes like 'nuh-uh you're lying'

like.... they told u sis

and one day wooyoung tells you like.. listen sis yunho has a crush on you but he refuses to do anything abt it bc hes worried itll ruin your friendship that I wouldnt even call a friendship bc of all the sexual tension but wtvr

and you slap him across the chest for that last part but

wait,,, yunho has a crush on you ?????

'are u sure ???' 'yes, bITCH ARE U BLIND'

blind w love babyyyyyyyy

this is groundbreaking news bc what the heck your longtime crush and bff likes you back !!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so one day bc you guys are honestly just so comfy around each other and you've been holding back for so long theres no reason to delay this any longer

you walk up to his room where the door is closed and knock on it (u guys have a special knock)

and he opens and you latch onto him and kiss him

tangling your hand in his hair and clutching the shirt hes wearing

and he immediately kisses you back

no hesitation

but then

'guys. I'm still in here. like im happy for u but god just do a quick room check next time will ya' san says walking out of the room shaking his head

you both blush and turn to look at each other

yall laugh then shrug your shoulders and yunho says 'are u sure abt this? I dont want to wreck what we have'

'I'm more excited about what we're gonna have baby' you say, and he smiles, nods and leans in to kiss you again hehehehehe

yeosang

ok dis man loves his chocolate

and you know that so .. you decide to make him sum desserts!! a whole bunch

bc you LIKE HIM

and u want him to LIKE YOU

and the best way to get yeosang to fall for u is by giving him chocolate right

but what you didnt know is that he already likes you (shocker!!!)

so you bake up some brownies and cookies and cupcakes and idek other chocolate tings

and bring them all over to the dorm for him to try

and hes so excited !! 'chocolate!!! for me !!!!'

'yes !! all for u yeosangie'

he just looks as you in awe and love

and picks up a fork ready to take a bite

he stops tho and looks at you and licks his lips

and you blush but laugh

and he puts the food in his mouth and just dies because its SO GOOD

and hes just mouth open eyes wide 'holy shit'

'what?? you dont like it'

'nonononono I LOVE IT'

and he runs around the kitchen counter and hugs you so tight

'thank you!! this is amazing!!' he says looking directly into your eyes

'youre amazing' you say

'what?' he says 'o-oh nothing nothing I didnt say anything'

',,,, you just called me amazing !!! omg YOU JUST CALLED ME AMA-'

hes cut off by you pressing your mouth against his

he pulls away and says 'what was that for?'

'I had to get you to shut up somehow'

yeosang laughs and leans down towards you but gets cut off again!!!! this time with a 'omg are these cookies??????'

',,, get out mingi'

san

bruh yunho looks so funny wtf

sannie is such a happy boy :(

his life goal is making you laugh or smile

he just wants u to be happy!!! and his smile is so contagious!!!

and that's why you fell for him

and now everytime he makes u laugh or smile or smth a lil bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks

san doesnt seem to notice tho but you're ok with that

n e way

yall get along rlly well

hes the reason you're at the dorm every friday night for movie night

and someone chooses a horror movie

its scawwy

and san (tho also scared) sits next to you so he can whisper jokes to u throughout the movie

through hushed giggles and smiles at one another u realize u wanna be in a relationship w this guy

and the next time you're at the dorm, you decided nows the time to make it happen

but when u see san he doesnt seem like himself hes slouched down on the couch cuddling with his stuffed animal staring at the tv screen with nothing playing

when he sees you walk over to him he perks up a lil but not like he usually would

so u sit next to him and ask what's wrong

he fiddles his thumbs and doesnt look at you

so u rub his shoulder and put your other hand on his thigh and ask him again

this time he just looks at you

'I'm sorry' he says

'for what?' 'you're not smiling and it's my fault'

'san!!!! it's ok you dont have to be happy all the time!!!! especially not for me'

his head hangs and he sighs

you lift his head and kiss him slightly

'its ok' you whisper

instead of saying anything back, he leans his forehead to yours

you kiss him again

and again on his lips cheeks forehead nose hands

and by the end of it hes shyly smiling

'there it is!! theres my boy'

he hugs you and for the rest of the day you stay snuggled up on the couch

that day it was up to you make him smile

and you did !!!

mingi

mingo mango

the gif is what he looks like whenever you're near him

hes always whining for you whenever you're not

and when hongjoong sent you a video of mingi doing just that you though it was the funniest thing ever

'I wish y/n was here you're all a bunch of losers' 'you guys suck!!! I miss y/n'

freakin hilarious

this is something u love making fun of him for

liek damn mingi am I that special? I didnt know u liked me that much? u got a crush on me mango?

and u notice that whenever you ask that question, no matter how much of a joke it is, he never gives you an answer

but u dont rlly think about it until you start developing a crush on him

at first it's like,, oh what a baby hes so cute eating the food I made for him

and then it's like wow I wish he would dance on me like dat me too sis

and then u start complaining whenever hes not around 'wheres mingi?? I've been waiting for like an hour' nd 'ykno what would make this even better? mingi'

and everyone is like ok we get it u like mingi

and when mingi catches whiff of this oh boy it's over for you

'so ig it's me that's special now huh?' he tells you one night

'what?' 'u gotta crush on meeeeeee y/n's gotta crush on mingiiii'

and you roll your eyes because . idiot

but then step closer to him and say 'maybe I do'

and that's when his eyes go wide 'wait rlly???' he asks and you can hear the hope in his voice

'all I'm saying is that if you kissed me rn I wouldnt be opposed' is what you say back

and kiss you he does

wooyoung

ok so wooyoungie and u

have such blatant chemistry

yall are constantly flirting and idk yall just click

but u dont notice it

I mean u see the eyebrow wiggles and sly smiles some of the members give u

but all that does is confuse you

one day when wooyoung is in the washroom yunho says 'so you nd wooyoung huh?'

and you're like ...huh

yunhos like 'u dont like him? all yall do is flirt'

and when he says that a whole wall came down in your head

a wall blocking you from accessing emotions of attraction and love and shit you're emotionally scared sis

and you turn firetruck red

yunho just laughs and says 'I knew it'

wooyoung comes back and asks what's going on

'I'll just leave u two alone' yunho says chuckling

you glare at him as he leaves youre gonna get him back for that

but wooyoung doesnt sense anything and swings his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him

and he asks what you wanna do for the night

but you're quiet and distracted with these new feelings you've just found out you have

wooyoung asks if you're okay

and you look up at him but suddenly cant look at him in his eyes. his really pretty eyes

so you turn around and go to grab your stuff bc you 'forgot abt that... thing' you have to do

wooyoung, confused watches you scurry across the room

'uh.. ok.. I'll see you tomorrow?'

'yeah yeah see you' you say not looking at him

you just need to figure your feelings out and then you can see him again

so back home you're racking your brain tryna figure out if theres anything you can do to stop yourself from falling in love w wooyoung

and speak of the devil, u get a call from wooyoung

u contemplate not picking up but decide that wooyoung is still your best friend

'hello?' 'y/n!!! are you ok?? you left really suddenly earlier' 'yeah wooyoung I'm fine dw'

'are you sure? we dont want the prettiest person alive to feel sad now do we?'

you open your mouth to say something back but nothing comes out

'y/n?'

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you ask 'are you still free?'

'uh for u? always'

blushing even harder now you say 'I'm coming over' and end the call

once you get there you're knocking on the door frantically

wooyoung opens up with a 'jeez y/n what's the ru-'

you basically jump on him and kiss him hard

you latch your hands onto his shirt nd he wraps his hands around your waist

when you pull away for air, wooyoungs looking at you with a smile on his puffy red lips

you smile back and say 'that was the rush'

wooyoung smiles harder and pulls you back into him

'took you long enough'

jongho

jongho cant believe u two have met

you're one of his favourite new idols

and you met at a show

and you told him how amazing ateez's performance was

blushing, he tells you how much he likes your music

you ask him if hes hungry to which he says yes bc 1) hes always hungry and 2) he cant say no to u ever

so u buy him one of those sandwiches w the jam and the coleslaw or wtvr you know what I'm talking about

and you sit to talk and eat for a while before you have to leave

you ask for his number and tell him you'll call him sometime

and you do

all the time

at first hes shy and boyish which makes you laugh

but after a while he gets comfy and will brag and sing to you and joke

you guys catch each other up on everything

he tells you all about the boys and the boys all about you

and you realise how good a listener this guy is nd how handsome!! and cute

and so at the next show you see him at you walk up to him

and with your heart doing flips and take his hand and tell him to walk around with you

he does and you lead him to a less busy hallway where you just look at him and say 'I like you'

jonghos like... wait. huh. what. wait i- and hes blushing so much even his ears turn red

'me? you like me? bc I like you too and if you're joking or something I would be really sad and I've told the members that I like you and they made fun of me so this would be great of u did like me but if you dont and this is a joke id be really upset' and hes rambling and not looking you in the eye

so you lean in and kiss him

'it's not a joke' you say

'its,, not a joke? are you sure?' 'I'm sure'

'you're sure' 'are you going to keep repeating everything I say? or are u gonna kiss me again?'

jongho, blushing even harder now, chooses the second option

#i loterally got to the limit on this ome #i got so into it #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #san #yeosang #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Anxious!Sub!Eustass Kid x Dom!Fem!Reader

HOO BOY YOU WANT SUB ANGSTY KID?? HAVE I GOT A PROMPT FOR YOU. How about kid is feeling insecure/has a shit day and just wants his fem so to dom him/make him feel better, so like a comfort smut?

Warning: well - upsetting themes, miserable kiddo, soft filth (: + it kinda took a turn idk

Word Count: 1,9k

When you’re sailing on the open ocean, no day is the same. There’s always something to do - something to check, something to repair. And even though the captain looked bored, standing on the quarterdeck and bouncing his leg up and down while staring off at the horizon, boredom was the last thing on his mind.

She observed as Kid briskly marched below the deck, finally giving up. He rarely let anything overwhelm him, but this time stress seemed to get the better of his rationality.

“I’ll go,” Killer said, muscular arms crossed on his chest. He must have seen his captain’s uneasy expression as well.

“No, I will,” she replied. “I know exactly how to cheer him up.”

She found him in his cabin, hunched over the maps sprawled carelessly on the table. He couldn’t have been paying them much attention - when she came closer, he seemed spaced out.

“Hey,” she muttered, rubbing his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Great.”

He could feel the tension in his body. But what worried him even more was the almost tangible fear clouding his mind, messing up the rational thoughts, reversing his judgement.

How was he supposed to be a captain? How can he lead his crew to another battle if he’s already losing the one he’s fighting with his own self?

“Wanna take a nap together?” She wanted to rest her chin on his shoulder but he kept fidgeting, so she settled for loosely hugging his arm. He needed contact, touch, affection.

His grumpy response was barely audible. Thankfully, he didn’t oppose when she started dragging him towards the bed. Before she managed to as much as feel the texture of the sheets, Kid was already buried in the blankets. For a while, the only sounds in the cabin were his steady breaths.

He needed to rest, to escape from the anxious thoughts. But there was one thing he needed even more than that.

“Kid,” she said, keeping her voice low and gentle. “I can help. You know that.”

His careless grumble got muffled by a pillow. Despite the wrinkles on his forehead, his sleepy expression oozed with calmness - she wished it wouldn’t go away the moment he decides to leave the bed.

“Wake me up when you find One Piece,” he mumbled. “And I get to be the Pirate King. And I also get to take the treasure.”

She started stroking his hair, furrowing her eyebrows upon hearing the demands. “What’s in it for me then?”

“This world is so fucked up. Does everything need to be a good deal for you? Can’t you just help me for free?”

His heart felt a little bit lighter when he heard her laugh. And when she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, he was ready to forget about the whole world and focus on her.

“Nothing comes for free,” she said with a smile. Then she leaned in and kissed him. “Maybe besides this.”

Just when he felt her wanting to pull back, he bit down on her lip and deepened the kiss.

“You know I’m a sucker for free shit.”

She laughed again, brushing her lips against his. The warmth radiating off of him already seeped through her clothing. Somehow, it felt familiar, as if she was coming home.

He didn’t give her time to savour the moment. His arm threw one of the blankets around her body and tugged her closer. She could feel how pure excitement was boiling inside him when she looped her arms around his neck. He was so close, so warm and so familiar. He must have been her home.

“Wait,” she managed to mumble in between the kisses, just when he was getting ready to get on top of her. “I came here to help you.”

“You are helping me.” His hand maneuvered around the blankets and landed on her butt, squeezing it shamelessly. “See? That’s my kind of therapy.”

A part of her didn’t want him to stop - his lips kept caressing her neck, hands rubbing her body in all of the right places, it felt so good. But there was something more important than her pleasure.

“I thought you’re a good liar.”

This time he was the one confused, pulling away from her. “I’m not lying. I really wanna fuck.”

She cupped his face and studied it with a worried look. He was obnoxious, yes, rowdy and wild and just so brave. But he was also young, far too young to carry such weight on his shoulders.

“Tell me what’s bothering you then,” she whispered, slowly climbing to straddle his lap. “I want to hear everything.”

“And if I do? Are we going to fuck?”

“No, you asshole. I will make love to you. You deserve it.”

He rolled his eyes and moved his hands to rest on her hips. “Same deal.”

Her eyebrow raised expectantly. When he became silent for a few moments, a writhing coldness started to spread inside her stomach. What if she was wrong? What if she’s just embarrassing herself, trying to find a hidden meaning behind his recent, seemingly nervous habits?

And then another thought came, way worse than all the others.

What if he just wanted sex? What if that was the only thing he cared about?

Meanwhile, another sort of anxious questions started appearing in Kid’s mind. Being her captain, he shouldn’t reveal his insecurities, shouldn’t let his weaknesses show. No one cared about that anyway.

And yet, she kept on asking.

“We’re in the New World,” she started, breaking the silence. “It’s dangerous. Are you scared you’re not strong enough?”

He snorted with contempt. “That’s the only thing I’m not worried about. I’ll crush anyone who stands in my path.”

At that moment, speaking with a firm, low voice, he seemed fearless. Being alone with such man in the cabin, having him underneath her sent a rush of excitement down her spine.

She leaned in for a kiss. The sudden friction caused her to sway her hips, almost unconsciously, against his groin and the strike of pleasure immediately pushed her to speed up the movements.

He didn’t even try to restrain the loud, shameless groan.

“Oh? Does someone want to be pleasured?” she cooed, caressing his cheek. Her thighs tightened their grip around him and when she started rubbing against him again, the friction increased.

He bit down on his lip and nodded; the simple action only reassuring her that he was already in the mood - willing to let go of his constant obligation to be the one giving out orders.

The sight of her on top, being in control, her wary gaze and confident manner put him at ease; it felt as if all the responsibility shifted, even for a short moment, to someone else.

“You deserve a good captain,” he said, eyes focused on her face. “All of you. Not a coward.”

“Are you calling yourself a coward?”

Instead of waiting for his response, she indulged in claiming his lips harshly, feverishly. Violently. One thing she was sure of, learned from the time she spent on this ship, was the fact that Kid had no mercy for cowards. They were the ones receiving the worst kinds of torture when captured by the crew, they were the ones sure to be murdered first - they were mocked, insulted and despised by him. Could he really think the same of himself?

He scowled. “I’m not running away from anything.”

“But you are scared.”

She studied his pained expression, the way he averted his gaze and pushed his hips upwards against her, impatiently, as if wanting to shift his attention to something else.

She couldn’t blame him for that. His hardness had been becoming more and more obvious in the past few minutes, rubbing against her inner thigh - she wanted nothing more than to ride him until she starts crying out to the heavens.

“Follow my lead,” she whispered, biting his ear. Her legs began trembling from nerves and anticipation when she set the pace of her movements, humping directly against his groin each time.

Every single thought suddenly evaporated from her mind, apart from the one that kept repeating over and over again - it feels so good. She gripped the sheets - the slicky sound their lips made while connecting spurred her on; she wished the pleasure and this moment could last forever.

His hips started to reach upwards to meet her and he soon found the right rhythm, his fingers tightening on her waist.

“Mmh, what a good boy you are,” she purred, holding back a moan. “It feels good, right?”

“Fuck, yes.” It came out as almost a gasp as he fell silent once again, producing only the slightest pants and breaths.

The thin material of his pants must have been a literal gift from heaven; she could feel how hard he was and how the warmth of his cock spread along her abdomen and thighs as she swayed on top of him in fluid motions.

“I want you to come for me.” She forced her voice to be strict and steady. “You’re such a good boy, I know you can do it.”

His hands fell to deliver a harsh squeeze to her butt, only to drop even lower and embrace her thighs; he felt her muscles clench and strain with each of the movements.

He growled a string of curses under his breath, already getting close to the edge. And when her fingers gripped on his hair, tugging harshly, a sudden feeling of safety took over his heart.

Yes, it felt safe. With her in charge, he was ready to comply for as long as he could last - which, apparently, wasn’t going to be much longer.

“Fuck, baby-” His quiet gasp was barely audible, as if he was afraid of how vulnerable she made him. “Yes, keep doing it.”

“Cum for me,” she ordered, picking up the pace even more and holding back her own sounds of pleasure with the last bits of self-restraint. “Be a good boy and cum right now.”

And he did, almost in sync with her words; his loud groans ringing around the room as the warm cum stained his pants and his hips snapped forward, pushing his cock in between her legs even more.

She couldn’t help but smile with pride when his orgasm finally subsided and he fell back against the mattress, the look of satisfaction on his face.

“You’re not alone in this.” Her finger traced his jawbone as she looked him in the eyes, trying to ignore the wetness in between her legs. “It’s normal to be scared. But you’re no coward. You’re the bravest, the most courageous fool in the world.”

Before she managed to finish the sentence, he flipped her on her back, his face in her neck.

“What is this, a shitty pep talk? I didn’t sign up for-”

“Shut up and listen,” she scowled, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You can’t lie to me. Being a captain, especially of such crew, requires a lot of responsibility. I want you to know you’re doing really well.”

“Mmhm.” He pushed her harder against the bed, one arm looping around her waist. But, finally, he gave up on marking her neck and met her gaze. “Of course I’m doing well. And I fucking swear to anything that is out there, one day I will make it to the top.”

She saw the rebellious spark in his eyes and the way he smiled while thinking about the future - it became obvious that, no matter how many demons come at him, whether from the outside or his own inside, his mutinous nature won’t let him surrender to them.

She looked again, this time at the scar on the left side of his face and the way it ran down across his chest; her fingers touched the cold metal of his prosthetic arm.

He was just so young.

#eustass kid #xoxobb #dinofilth #one piece scenario #op scenario #tw: anxiety #tw: angst #tw: negative thoughts #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #one piece #op imagine #op imagines

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Who's your favourite character besides Sasuke?

Mmm!!! Good question! I'm not into a lot of fandoms, but I do have a bunch of favs! Although, I guess I just don't stan them as much as I do for Sasuke. So in no particular order:

1. Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Characters don't always have to be good looking blokes okay. I love Iroh. I love every second he's on screen.

Its touching honestly. How his loss was the reason foe him becoming so humble. Like, just watch the end of The Tale of Ba Sing Sae, and tell me how you didn't hold yourself from breaking down and crying like a baby because of just how sad it was.

He's a humble character. Wise and philosophical even. Avatar's narration shows how both his neice and nephew were part of chold neglect from either parent. Azula was brought up by an abusive father, while Zuko was brought by a loving mother. And yet both of them were treated harshly from the opposing parent.

What I found good about him is how he actually tried to reach out for both of his brother's childre, indescrimnately. I won't deny how at certain instances he did favor Zuko more, but I will say one thing was that Azula was favouring her father from starting an era of oppression. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I love Iroh.

2. Ren Hakuryuu from Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

After Naruto finished, this was the guy I stanned. Honestly, this BABY. He's so pure abd soft at the start of the series and ends up becoming so mature. Although, what's sad to see is the character's moral degradation over time. Or at least that's what we are supposed to think.

In the world of Magi, almost all characters are moral grey. Aside from Alibaba and Morgianna, all the other characters have very contrasting prespectives on life and the world, yet they happen to be flawed, but right within the undersranding capacity of human limits.

Its probably what draws me to his story. Flawed prespective, yet strangly perfect and right. His mother was an evil witch who killed his siblings and blackmailed him using his sister.

He loves his older sister a lot, and she does too. Like its one of the most wholesome relationsjips in the entire manga. Do you have any idea how emotional that scene was when he became almost hopeless to sace his sister from coma? When he found out his sister got posessed? When his sister saved him from getting killed by the woman they called mother?

Anyways I love how he goes from being the crybaby of the crew to this big strong guy. None of these characters are maey sue ir gary stues, yet all of them are weak and unimaginably powerful at the same time.

3. Dead Master from Black Rock Shooter

4. Jaeseongdaeseong/Jin Mo Ri from God of Highschool

5. Frakenstein from Noblesse

Another character Inlike from a webtoon. Although I w

6. Aelita Schaeffer from Code Lyoko

Her story is like just so ???? Sad ??? Like hear me out. Aelita's father creates an AI, thinking that it'd be revolutionary, and how it would greatly benefit humanity. However one day when she was playing, she realized that her mother was being taken away, and she and her father had to be on the run to escape from the very AI that her father created.

All this happens during the time when she was too little to understand what ezactly was going on. Her life is destroyed. She's like 12. And the two end up transferring them selves to a digital world to seek refuge. If they die, so does the AI. Her life is really taken away at this point.

I'll brief in a bit more because this girl had to be homeschool because the death threat issue had been going on for a while underwhich they were being watched. Mostly because whatever information her father had was vital for updating that AI. She never had a life to begin with aside from her parents. After one was taken away, and the other presumeably dead, she's practically all alone.

And then 10 years later, this kid randomly comes up and boots up the server in which these two were and gives her a new life. New people. Friends and a family all together. How she gets a new life, and just grows from being a damsel in distress to this actually p badass girl who doesn't scream mindlessly in the name of danger. Yes.

7. Hatsune Miku

All I have to say is that she gave me RSI during exams, and I'm not even mad at her for it. Idk how I found her games, but I found her, got obsessed with her, then became what I became now.

I mean, there are so many iconic songs of her: BRS, Leven Polka (cover), Triple Baka, Kagerou Days, Love is War, Kyouchimuite baby, aaaaaaaaand a lot more.

8. Doctor Strange from the MCU

A neurosurgeon? A guy who can use magic? Someone fvcking relatable as a med student? Uh, sign me up. His movie was trippy as hell, and gave me what felt like actual glipmses to what seziures might feel like and how this movie was on literal drugs.

Like just how mind blogging was his story. He looses everything, all because of his over confindence and pride. From his hands, to his resources. This guy ends up taking a one way ticket to Nepal in search of a way to heal his hands.

When western medicine failed him, he decided to head east, only to find of out that nothing can ever truely "heal" his hands; but only just make it a little better. That ending was on all levels of heartbreaking.

On another note, this guy used his powers in like the most sensible way. Got hurt? Opens a portal to the hospital and asks his colloague for quick heal. Learns stuff easily. When asked how, he responds with "thats how I became a doctor". Like TRUE BRUV. ONLY THOSE PPL CAN BECOME DOCTORS OR EVEN SPECIALIZE WHO HAVE GREAT BRAINS.

9. Megumi Tadokoro from Shokugeki no Soma

She's like an airhead, a nervous wreck, a procrastinator, super anxious, yet a very strong, determined, and hard working lil' baby.

At times, she freaks out, and then improvises to cover her mistakes. She does her best to provide the most flavour out of her food despite the shear contrast between herself and the person she's match to fight against.

She knows her terf, and she knows how to use her abilities best. Just because her skills happen to be slightly less than the main cadt around her, it doesn't mean that she's someone of any less value.

This girl okay. She's so wholesome and adorable. Like, I'm glad that they don't downplay on her as a female character, after considering how this is an eechi series in its core.

Best of all, she doesnt let her infactuation with the MC get to her abilities. In fact, its something that gives her hope to struggle and compete with. The praise does make her extremely happy for days on end, but that doesn't mean she has to stop working hard. There's still a lot of room for improvement and I personally think that's one of her best traits.

Hence, I deem her to be Best Girl !!!

10. Ochako Uraraka from Boku no Hero Academia

Yeah... I guess thats it......

#my post #anon ask #sfw

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In Yer Chaos

Fallen!Ike and Gordin end up training together. The result is one horny guy and one very horny guy. The result of that is some very, and I mean very, lewd sex. Like, make a porn-star blush lewd. IDK, maybe I'm over-exaggerating. Whatever, this is mostly an excuse to write obscenely lewd bottom!Ike.

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As a recruit only recently summoned, Gordin had little experience with Askr and its heroes that arrived from across time and different worlds. When he arrived, he was greeted by a few familiar faces who had already integrated themselves into Askr and were well acclimated. Regardless of the environment, he was eager to help, even if he felt that there were other people who could be more useful than himself. At the very least, learning from other worlds would no doubt be a good experience. The summoner told him he was happy to have him in Askr. For some reason, this made Gordin feel a lot better, but noticed that the summoner somehow seemed familiar. He was told that the summoner did tend to have a way with people, as if he had known them for so long.

His first battles were spent training, as was the custom for new recruits. It was nothing particularly hard, at first, especially with the help of three singers; a woman named Azura, a younger version of said woman, and another woman with wings who could transform into a bird. Her name was Leanne. He was told of all the strange occurrences that summoning could create in Askr, as well as the kind of interesting and unique people that could show up, but seeing it up close was still something else. The Azuras and Leanne were all very kind people, so Gordin found it a pleasure to fight alongside them in the training tower. seeing the small Azura try to mimic her older self was adorable.

Eventually, the battles became harder and harder, and soon, he was taken to the “Foraging Bonds” battles, as the summoner called it, to train even further. Here, the enemies proved to be particularly challenging, and the older Azura was switched out for another hero who the summoner was also training: a man named Ike. Gordin had heard of this Ike person. He is supposedly one of the strongest heroes ever, incredibly valiant and honest as well. He had not only Jagen’s respect, but the respect of the fearsome Legion as well. Not only that, they were about the same age, the older one anyways. so upon hearing that he would be training with The Ike, he got nervous. However, the summoner failed to tell him that the Ike he was training with wasn’t the Ike he had heard of. The Ike he saw was a berserker who induced far more fear than just about anything else. The summoner asked him to keep an eye on this Ike, as he is a “Fallen Hero,” and is being influenced by a chaotic power, as the summoner explained it. Why the summoner even thought of having him keep an eye on the chaotic berserker was a mystery to him. But, he trusted the summoner’s judgment, so he went along with it.

By battling alongside him, Gordin was able to learn much about this Ike. This Ike was undoubtedly a berserker who lived to prove his strength by killing anything who opposed him, but deep down, he still had a heart. Repeatedly, he took others out of harm's way, and struck down those who got close to the sonstresses with them. This Ike knew of his dangerous power, and sought to isolate himself so that if he truly lost control, no one innocent would be hurt. This way, the only ones who would ever be a victim of Chaos Ragnell’s blade would be the enemies of Askr.

Gordin was told that summoned heroes, even if the term “heroes” was used loosely, were bound to the summoner to follow their orders, to a degree at least. Most were happy to oblige since they knew they were fighting the good fight. Interestingly, even the most vile people followed their orders, so what ever bound them all to the summoner was incredibly strong. Even so, Gordin felt that he had a duty to keep an eye on the fallen hero, especially since the only other heroes present were the young Azura and Leanne. Neither were meant for combat, and would undoubtedly fall within seconds against this Ike. And even though the summoner always had his eye on them, Gordin could not help but feel apprehensive.

Though as the battles waged on, and foe after foe had fallen, Gordin noticed that the two sonstresses had helped each other ease up little by little, in part thanks to his presence. Every now and then, he would see Leanne trying to teach the young Azura some of her songs. The language barrier made things a bit difficult, but Azura was happy to have the attention, and Leanne was able to take her mind off of the fallen hero. Apparently, she and Ike came from the same world. Gordin could only imagine how it must have felt to see her friend in such a state. As the battles came and went, he started to feel less tense. More than once had Ike saved him and the songstresses from a fatal blow, and Gordin had done the same for him. It was amazing to think that there were foes Ike couldn’t take out, but that he could. Regardless, He still maintained his vigilance. This Ike warned him to keep an eye on him too, and so he did. Gordin was surprised to see that despite his bloodlust, he still kept the safety of his allies in his mind.

By the end of the day, Gordin and the sonstresses were all tired. To Gordin’s surprise, even Ike was tired. He retired to the depths of the forest where the other troubled heroes resided. Meanwhile, Gordin and the songstresses retired as well. He carried the asleep Azura on his back on the way to the castle. He could tell she would become a great person. Sure, he had seen the older version of her, but she had correctly guessed that he was an adult! Anyone who could discern that on their first try was no doubt incredibly skilled. Soon, they arrived at the castle. Leanne offered to return the young Azura to her siblings, and let her once he figured out that she also wanted to visit the older Azuras as well. With no obligations and nothing to do, he decided to go and rest for the night.

Despite how tired he felt, Gordin had trouble falling asleep. His mind kept going back to that Ike, the only Ike he had gotten to know. He remembers his cold, hungry gaze. To believe it belonged to an unmatched hero the same age as him. It made him feel inadequate, to say the least. Now that he thinks about it, Ike’s gaze seemed to turn to him frequently. It was a hungry gaze, that much Gordin could tell. Whatever else that gaze held, Gordin could not tell.

Gordin thought of how the fallen hero was able to move so quickly while still maintaining such raw strength. However, he knew it was something not to be admired, only respected. It was unrestrained and chaotic. It was something to be feared and pitied as well. And yet, it was that body, a body forged by years of training, that he admired so. The man made relentless by an incredibly devastating power was a guilty pleasure, one he could not ignore no matter how much he wanted too.

It was fortunate that heroes who had been deployed a lot in a short amount of time were given the option to take room alone for the night. What he was about to do would be shameful. He carefully took his blankets off and lowered his pants. It had been sometime since he had done this, so he had been very pent up. Once his pants were lowered, his hard dick sprung up, a bead of precum already leaking from the head. Despite what anyone may assume, he was certainly not small in that department, though he wasn’t exactly large either. He moved his hand downward from his chest, to his stomach, then past his pubic hair, and finally, his cock.

First, he began to stroke it slowly, his mind thinking back to his training with Ike earlier. The fallen hero’s beefy arms were the first thing he thought of. They were just so perfect, pure muscle that put many of the other heroes to shame. He let out a grunt and released his grip on his cock. He realized he had begun to stroke himself faster, and didn’t want to cum just yet. So, moved his hands to his nipples and began playing with them. His horniness made them perk up a little, and amplified how sensitive they were. As he caressed them, lightly pinching them now and then, he thought about how this berserker Ike would play with him. No doubt he would be aggressive. The question was would he go straight in for the kill, skipping any foreplay and going right for the smaller man’s hole? Or would he toy with his prey, teasing him to the edge and making him beg to be fucked. Both options were good, but based on what he had seen on the battlefield, this Ike would likely get right to fucking. Regardless, it was his fantasy, so reality be damned.

He moved his hand back to his still rock hard cock. He had been leaking lots of precum. As he stroked it, he imagined it was Ike stroking him as he pinned him down, lustful hunger in his eyes. Gordin imagined Ike stroking him, ravaging him and leaving marks across his neck and shoulders, all while grinding his muscular body against his own smaller body. Gordin began to stroke faster. Meanwhile, his mind moved to even more lewd thoughts. Gordin wondered just how big Ike was. Figured he was pretty big. Just thinking about it was almost too much. He imagined Ike first making him suck on it, well, more like facefucking. This Ike wouldn’t be gentle, and Gordin felt that he could live with that in his fantasy. He let out a moan as he came with the image of Ike shooting a load right down his throat without any mercy. His heavy breathing lightened as he recovered from his climax. Having regained his senses, he grabbed a nearby shirt and wiped the cum off him. Tired, he tossed the soiled shirt and pulled the blanket back over himself. He knew that what he did was downright dirty, but it would just have to be his dirty little secret, one for a less horny and more awake him to deal with.

Ike had awoken in the small, secluded cottage that resided in the nearby forest. Another restless night, one plagued by dreams he could only hope were not omens. And of course, he woke up horny, more so than usual because he was too tired to finish last night, and very hungry for both food and blood. For a moment, he considered a way in which he could satisfy all those needs. However, he soon shook the gruesome thought from his head. Then, there was a knock on the door. He hoped it was an ambush. To his dismay, it was the guy he fought alongside with yesterday.

“What,” he hissed out as he looked down to the man in green, “do you want?”

At first, Ike thought he was some child. And apparently, he wasn’t the first. He learned that when he overheard him and the two singers talking about his age. Ike also thought he was weak. The time he spent fighting with him had proven otherwise. He was a good shot who hit surprisingly hard. He remembers seeing him take down a completely healthy armored foe in two hits, as well as the times when he took down foes he couldn't. Ike knew that such strength was worth admiring. That gave him an idea… He remembers how he caught Gordin staring at him a few times. It could have been on the account that he was tasked with keeping an eye on him, but Ike knew that kind of look.

“I-I-I, um, The summoner told me to come and give this t-to you.” he stammered out. He held out a bag to the fallen hero. Ike sniffed the air.

“Meat~” he let out in a gruff voice. Ferociously, he snatched the bag, which caused the smaller man to yelp. It reminded Ike that the food could wait. He noticed that the arche was without his usual green shirt, which left his arms exposed. Unsurprisingly, he was not particularly muscular, but was rather toned.

“Why don’t you stay and have some?” Ike asked with a smile. He had no doubt he looked deranged, but didn’t care.

“I really sh-shouldn’t, hehe. The summoner told me to hurry back, and-”

“Or maybe you’d rather stay for something else?” As he asked this, he gave a sly look with his head upturned and crossed his arms against his chest to make his pecs look even bigger. He knew he had some nice tiddies, and by the damned gods he was gonna use them. He was very happy he decided to just wear shorts to bed.

“No! Uh, no, no. I’m alright.” The very visible blush was a good sign to Ike, so he reached out and grabbed an arm. He leaned down and brought his face real close to the archer’s.

“Mmm, I think you want to though~” Up close, he could see the apprehension in the archer’s eyes. He briefly wondered if it would be his first time. He also didn’t try to back away. Another good sign. Slowly, Ike closed the distance, and brought his mouth to his. He started out more slow, but aggressive. He explored the archer’s mouth with his tongue as he led him to his bed, closing the door behind him and tossing the food onto the table. It felt so good to finally have a bit of intimacy with someone, but he was horny more than anything, so he decided to speed things along just a little. He pulled away, lightly biting his lower lip as he did so.

“Take off your clothes.” he ordered. The archer obeyed without question. As expected, he was already hard. Ike knew he was going to have some fun now.

“Don't be ashamed now. We’ve barely just started~” he said as he caressed the smaller man’s face. Ike started by sucking on the pale skin at his neck. He knew he would leave marks, and did not care in the slightest. The moans the action elicited was like fuel to a fire. He wanted to hear it more. He wanted to make him scream, and he knew just how to do that. Next, he moved to his toned arms. He began to lewdly lick and worship them, all while making sure to maintain eye contact as much as possible. It almost seemed like he was about to cum. Ike hoped not yet. It’d be a waste to cum like that. Feeling ready to move on, he made his move to get to the main attraction. He sat Gordin down on the bed and spread his legs.

“Wh-What are you doing?!”

Ike didn’t bother answering with words. He was always a man of action. He got down on his knees and began to erotically lick the shaft, which caused Gordin to try and stifle a moan. Ike knew he would be screaming soon enough. After a few minutes of that torture, he dicided to go in for the kill, and started to gown down on him. He started out slow at first, just to get used to the thickness. Sure, he had done it with Soren and Ranaulf before, but they weren’t as thick, though they were longer, so he had no concerns about being able to take it all in. Once he got accustomed to it, he took the whole length into his mouth and down his throat. That got a scream out of him, which made Ike moan in response. He bobbed his head up and down, making sure to use his tongue and get as much of a whiff of his scent from his pubic hair as he could when he went down. The scent of cum from last night had lingered, and it was absolutely intoxicating to Ike.

“I’m gonna-” Gordin grunted, “I’m gonna cum.”

Despite this warning, Ike did not let up. He just began to suck it faster and deeper. Soon, he heard a loud groan, followed by hot, juicy cum going down his throat as he jerked his hips forward, causing Ike to choke a little. By the gods did that hit the spot though. He brought his head back up and let the cock out of his mouth with an incredibly obscene pop. As he came down from his climax, he cleaned up his cock, just to be sure not a drop of cum was wasted.

“Don’t start relaxing just yet. I’m not done with you.” He let out a sinister laugh. He lifted Gordin’s legs up and onto the bed so he was laying down on it. He swiftly took off his shorts and cast them aside. He could see a bit of fear in his eyes as he saw how big Ike was. It certainly gave his ego a big boost, but Ike knew he was worrying about nothing. He climbed onto the bed with his knees on either side of the archer. There was the confusion he expected.

“You’ve got something to say?” he smugly asked as he grinded his ass against the smaller man’s dick. All he did was shake his head no. He was blushing even more than when he went down on him. Silently, Ike was grateful he skipped dinner last night. While he hadn’t exactly loosened up his hole, he didn’t care. It just meant he’d have to start slow. Ike positioned the head at his hole, and slowly went down on it. He let out a hiss as it entered him, but it felt so good though. Whenever he did this with Soren or Ranaulf, he was always the top. It was fine, but what he always wanted was to be fucked nice and hard by someone, not his fingers or some makeshift toy. And now, he would have his way.

Ike started to sink onto his dick, and let out a groan as he had taken it all in. He started to slowly and shallowly bound on it, which made the smaller man gasp. Ike licked his lips salaciously. Once he had gotten used to it, he angled it just right, and slammed down. When it hit the spot, he squirted cum and let out a lewd moan.

“Ah~ More!” At that point, lust consumed him. Aggressively, he began to bounce up and down on the smaller man’s thick cock. Each time he went down, it hit his prostate, making his cock leak more and more precum. As he did this, he teased his nipples without remorse and let out the most lewd sounds. Ike’s cock slapping against his pale stomach, Ike mercilessly playing with his own nipples, Ike’s toned and muscular body bouncing up and down, the obscene noises coming out of his mouth, and most of all, the feeling of his tight, hot hole was all too much for Gordin. He came with a grunt, and without warning. The feeling of hot cum being shot in him sent Ike over the edge, and he came with a loud scream.

“More!” he shouted maniacally. “Come on! Fuck me more! Give it all you’ve got already!” Thankfully, the smaller man listened and began to rock his hips. As Ike went down, he pushed his hips upward, hitting his prostate harder and going in deeper than before. Meanwhile, Ike had started stroking his cock. To spice things up a little, with his free hand, he scooped up some of his cum that had landed on Gordin’s stomach, and lewdly licked every drop off of his fingers. With two fingers, he scooped up some more and with obscene moaning, he sucked on his fingers. The cum had since cooled, but it tasted too good and Ike was too horny to pass up the opportunity to make Gordin cum in him again. And thankfully, his efforts were not in vain. With a scream, he shot another round of cum into Ike, which made him moan obscenely. With every passing second, Ike was becoming more and more desperate.

“Please- Please fuck me harder!” he screamed out. Gordin obliged, thrusting deeper and harder into him. Each thrust elicited an erotic moan out of Ike. It was pushing Gordin closer and closer to the edge, but he wanted to wait until he made Ike cum first. But of course, that’s not what Ike wanted.

“C- cum in me! I want you to cum in me-e!” he begged as his voice faltered. With a moan, he released his load into the fallen hero

“Yes! Yes!” he began to ride the archer’s cock even more aggressively, and soon, he came with a grunt that turned into a scream as he shot his load onto Gordin’s stomach and chest. With that, he slumped forward, half landing onto Gordin’s cum-covered body. Both of them were breathing heavily. After a moment, he looked to Ike, but found that he was out cold. He didn’t know whether he should be proud of himself, or scared for Ike. But, he did know that he should leave. As much as he would have liked to stay and help clean up, this Ike wanted to be alone as much as possible. So, he carefully got himself off of the bed so as to not disturb Ike, cleaned the cum off of himself, and put his clothes back on. Just as he was about to step out, a voice called to him.

“Thank… you.”

“Anytime.” Gordin responded as he closed the door behind him.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #Ike #Ike (fire emblem)#Gordin(fire emblem)#spicy tag #to this day i still have them ally supported #It still blows my mind theyre about the same age

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kitsune-ryu-neko · 7 years

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RWBY Vol. 5 Chapter 1 Thoughts

OMFG I’M SO EXCITED!!!!

- Ruby teasing Qrow that he almost died, which he brushes off. Immediately followed by Nora doing the same to Ren. I mean....Ruby and Nora aren’t wrong.

- Omg the view is amazing and the outfits of the people are amazing!

- Weiss! She wants to go help and I kinda hope they do but its probably not gonna happen....

- Welp.... Anyways, the scenery is beautiful!!!

- Oh no Ruby dont cry!......Qrow whats with that look? Is it because of Oscar?

- ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THE GRASS LOOKS AMAZING???? XD

- Qrow: *kicks door in* Everyone: *screams*

- Haha cowardly lion XD

- I love Nora XD

- Hey! Blake’s family! And Sun!

- Welp....heres Illya....btw that guard or whatever she was had the cutest ears

- Illya wants Blake to leave Menagerie....

- Oh boy Lionheart’s speech is heartbreaking omg ...Penny....

- I have been wondering about this for the past couple minutes but why is that picture behind LionHeart torn up? Like...it has a big scratch on it... Oh wait nevermind i guess its part of the painting...

- OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH So thats why we have four maidens and four relics.....Cinder needed to power of the fall maiden to get to the relic. Winter for Creation Summer for Destruction <_< I’m looking at you....Summer Rose...and the destruction of the damn moon!!! Fall for Choice <_< ......Well that is probably gonna give us some hints with Cinder..... Spring for Knowledge

- You know...since they know who the Spring Maiden is....why do they never use her real name????

- 10 FUCKING YEARS AGO???

- Oh boy! Some info on Yang’s mom....specifically to the group...

- I sorta forgot Lionheart had a meeting with Watts last volume...hmmmm....

- They aren’t pushovers. *Ruby and Nora are so down to fight someone* Ren has to stand up be like “lets find a peaceful solution” XD So like Ren. At least they have opposing thoughts just in case they need ideas...

- I fucking love the lighting in these last two volumes. And the details of everything. Especially the rooms.

- Qrow bringing up Ozpin <_<

- Jaune got upset...understandable....he cant find any info of Cinder or Emerald and Mercury...

- Welp he is a traitor frig everything....I wonder what Watts said to him for Lionheart to go along with his plan...it couldnt have been good and he probably thought he was backed up into a corner....

- WAIT THIS IS FROM VOLUME 5?!?!?! I thought...but...it was the ending scene in volume 4 <_<

- “Pipsqueak” XD haha! references...

- Yang!!!!

- oh boy......welp.....oh boy....

- Hahaha “just rite/right” i get it....two references/jokes for the price of one!

- Bitch she is gonna fuck you up if you touch her hair!......yeah i saw this coming...hey she used her right arm!

- pppffffttt the tooth that went flying XD

- oh....ohh.....the guy just went bouncing out of the damn store omfg XD LIKE A BOUNCY BALL!!! XD

- Oh she’s still nervous..

- Welp Yang is looking for her mom...hey everyone is!

- wait he’s gonna help? <_< i dont beleive it...

- Oscar is looking for Ruby specifically?

- oh its because he had to bring a drunk Qrow back to his neice...

- WHY DID I NOT EXPECT THAT TO BE THE FIRST LINE OSCAR SAYS TO HER??? “You have silver eyes” JUST LIKE OZPIN OMFG

- “My name is Oscar Pine” Qrow in the background: “wait for it...” XD

- Oh well that was out of the blue but tbh thats expected

- NORA’S FACE

- oh wait that was it?

- THE OPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Oh i loved it!!! SO MANY THINGS!!! WHERE TO BEGIN!?!??!

- ok so Opening scene with Haven in the background is beautiful! the it cuts to a clearing with Ruby and tbh thats really really beautiful too. It’s dark out and she’s alone and her red cape really stands out and tbh i want it as a screensaver. I like the weird grainy effect over the characters. Plus they burst into petals after they are introduced. The RWBY intro card background scenery is gorgeous and the colors are awesome together. Ruby, Jaune, and Ren sitting on a couch as Nora does shenanigans and Qrow and Oscar watch. Oscar seems to be practicing with Ozpin’s cane which tbh I’m looking forward to because wtf does it really do?????? Then we see a clip of Ozpin for a moment. I hope he doesn’t try to take over Oscar and his whole being because that would be a really sad fate.... Lionheart, as expected, is being forced to work with Watts. Adam is with.............i forgot his name..... and Sun and Blake seem to be.....exasperated.....are they stuck somewhere?

THEN SOMETHING INTERESTING HAPPENS Cinder and some unknown woman. The thing is....right after this it shows Raven and Yang in the same place facing away each other....so....maybe this is someone Cinder knows......maybe its her mom? idk its hard to tell ages in RWBY.....Anyways this woman has blue eyes....a harsh look on her face.....and a .....phoenix?....tattoo on her left arm... i mean it COULD be the Spring Maiden because she looks older....and it seems to take place in a camp which i assume to be Raven’s place.... They all have a connection. Yang and Raven are related. And maybe the only way Cinder and this woman are related is because both are Maidens? Yep...thats what im going with.... She’s the Spring Maiden.

So then there are fights against different characters. And it seems Yang and Mercury are gonna have another fight. Kinda fitting... And its mostly all in the same place...it looks like an arena or a very large room. And team RWBY is back together. probably by the middle or end of the volume. I’m guessing they know their new goal is to face Salem. and yeah that’s about it. PLUS THAT SONG WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#rwby5 spoilers #rwby volume 5 spoilers #rwby volume 5 #rwby5 #spoilers #my thoughts

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aaaa so i start college in 10 days, it's on the other side of the country, and 82% of the time i'm caught between being excited and happy and terrified and literally panicking at 2 AM when I should be asleep.... i know i /should/ be excited and also nervous but i had a huge change in my life early this year that truly and honestly left me reeling and dissociating, and i'm terrified that this will trigger the same response but worse.. god okay i'll also be meeting my best friend of two years 1/?

- so im also nervous that she won’t like me but also excited out of my mind because holy fuck it’s like my brain can’t decide if i’d like to have her be more than a friend ajdjfk Anyway…. things’re just,, not fun :’)) and im just scared, im never sure where to look for advice for handling extreme change especially after previous change went so horribly :\ i Am looking forward to classes tho and i can’t wait to see what new friends i can make or what my job will be like but aaaa there’s a lot 2/2

hi!! thank you for sending this and confiding in me! i don’t know what kind of response you expected, but this was all i could think about for my 1h long yoga pass and i think i might have gone overboard. also just a note that the only thing that i 100% can relate to is meeting an online friend, but i am planning to move country in 2019 and i can already feel that kind of stress creeping up on me.warning: long post ahead!!it’s probably not news to you that the big trig to freak outs/dissociating is stress, and that you should try to avoid it, but honestly that’s pretty rubbish advice. i guess what you can do is prepare yourself mentally? you know that big changes are what triggers this response in you so perhaps you could look back at last time and try to recognise what helped in that moment, and what you could try to remember if things go badly again?

in general, when it comes to big changes (bear in mind, the biggest change in my life is moving from the suburbs into the city, which only really meant that i had to switch schools for the third time and i wasn’t even mad abt it because i hated my old one) these are some things that might help to think about:

you’re not alone!! you mentioned your best friend that you’re meeting (does she live close to where you’re moving? if not, she’ll most likely still be available online like before), but there are also more people at your college in similar position as you; and they are most likely terrified as well. when my ex moved city there was a facebook group for people new in that city who shared tips with each other? perhaps there is something similar available for you? perhaps you have friends from before that are taking similar steps in life? (i’m also available for potential updates if u wanna rant)

the positives; it will not all be sunshines and rainbows but you’re excited about your classes, there are friends to be made and you have a job that you’re actually looking forward to! wow!!

it usually helps me to kind of “jump into the future”; think about were you were a few year ago and how quickly that time has passed. then imagine a significant moment in the future (e.g. graduating college!) and how you will then look back at where you are now as if no time has passed. this is a weird tip idk

now to what i actually have experience of; meeting internet friends. fun fact: it is terrifying!! and will always be!!

i have two particular encounters that stand out, let’s call them #1 and #2. when i met #1 back in 2011 we hung out for an afternoon in the city centre and we are still really good friends (i’m actually visiting her this weekend!!)

with #2 we hung out for two whole weekends in 2015 with about three weeks in between, this sent me into panic mode, i ghosted her for a good half year and we haven’t really spoken the same way since. this is the wrong thing to help you not freak out but honestly, it was shit for a while but we’re on good terms now and enjoy life separately.

main differences between these meetings (getting scientific)

a 3h train ride away

we hung out for a short period of time

our parents were with us to check that the other was a legit person but then we were left to our own devices

a 24h flight away

we hung out for about 48hours straight twice in a short period of time (considering the circumstances)

both our families and my other friend were with us at all times

i guess my advice is to meet in smaller doses first to not overwhelm each other? its exhausting to feel like you have to “live up” to whatever personality you’ve displayed online, however honest it may be, and keeping that up for long period of time will tire you out (unless both of you are superhuman extroverts (which i though i was but apparently am not)). since you’re moving away it might not be a problem but having family around made meeting #2 way worse than it might have been otherwise. i’m not the same around my parents as i am to my friends, and here i favoured my parent-friendly side, which differed greatly to how i interacted with my friend online and made the tension weird. with friend #1 we were alone and i could let myself go, only worrying about one persons response as opposed to lk 10

as for potential lovey dovey feelings, don’t stress about that for now!! leave that as a nice surprise for when things have settled a little. love may be terrifying but it’s also an amazing feeling to be in love, so savour it when it’s truly there. sorry to be blunt and negative, but the potential for love that you’re feeling right now might change when you meet (or it may blossom!), so i’d say to leave it on its own for now and deal with it when it happens.

sorry for hitting you with a novel for a response and good luck!! if you feel like it, you’re more than welcome to send me updates

#ask #anon #this was unexpected but lovely #ur struggles arent lovely #but that you chose to trust me with them is #long post

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I see “if we were dating” anons happened while I was away, I hope I’m not too late to the party! If we were dating (this is gonna be long prepare yourself) our first date would be lowkey but still nice, like maybe picking up some food (and drinks maybe? but not too much) and taking it to a park so we can relax and chat while we eat and enjoy the scenery and each other’s company or laying on blankets in someone’s backyard and stargazing so we can make up stories about the constellations we (1)

(I’ll put this under a read more link lmao)

Anonymous said: draw and talk freely with less pressure because it’s dark and I feel like words flow easily at night. Also this would make a cute thing to keep going back to? Like when one of us is having a bad day or when we just want to get away from the world for a bit without actually putting in much effort we could just watch the stars on the back porch and depending on what the situation calls for we could talk about anything and everything or nothing at all and we could let the silence wash over us (2)Anonymous said: peacefully. Once we were past the beginning nervous is-she-going-to-kiss-me / should-I-kiss-her stage (honestly you’d be able to feel how fast my heart was beating if our hands were clasped together over my chest or if we were cuddled up together but I probably wouldn’t initiate cuddling even though I would gladly accept it because idk I’m a bit nervous and shy at first) this would be an a+ situation for showering you with kisses. Anyway our established dating relationship I feel would be (3)Anonymous said: very similar to a close friendship but with an added sexual component and less pressure to think we’re too attached because it would be okay to be together a lot, we’d be dating! We’d be that couple whose texts go from bringing up some funny past memory leaving us both laughing at our screens like fools even if we were in public to a legitimate issue one of us is facing, met of course by support from the other and hopefully a few helpful suggestions but if nothing else at least something to (4)Anonymous said: make us smile for the moment to mutually dying over some new concept, pure or sinful (and maybe figuring out a few things we wouldn’t be opposed to trying out ourselves through the sharing of said concepts… because just saying, I think that whole kook lollipop thing would also work on non-kook people… justsayingOKAYMOVINGON) and while we wouldn’t necessarily need to check in too often about the official status or stage of our relationship I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from just (5)Anonymous said: looking at you and realizing what a good thing I have in my life so after a while (and especially if/once we lived together or practically did) you’d have to get used to me saying things like “thanks for being in my life” or “how did I get so lucky?” or “you make me so happy, you know that right?” (that one would almost always be followed by kisses) in what would seem like random moments to you, but hopefully you’d understand that sometimes I just get overwhelmed by realizing in the moment (6)Anonymous said: what my life is like. I could totally see us having chill nights where we just mutually blog and have conversations half over messenger and half irl and send each other cute asks or where you play the latest game you’re into on xbox while I play old school nintendo games on my laptop from right next to you on the couch. I’d even be willing to play some of your games with you but just be warned I completely suck at most games that require any kind of aiming so it would be sad but funny. Oh (7)Anonymous said: and I’d definitely want us to take a road trip to my favorite lake so that I could share it with you, I really do think you’d love it there. In general I also like to drive around so you’d be more than welcome to enjoy late night rides with the windows down and the music up, sometimes we’d stop for ice cream or fries, sometimes to admire the stars away from all the light, and sometimes not stopping because we feel invincible and free. Also I’d be a fan of teasing you and getting you worked (8)Anonymous said: up, I’d have no problem starting something in the morning we can’t finish until much later at night and would continue to remind you of what we both want throughout the day via flirty texts and/or suggestive snaps (sidenote: I’d still flirt with you even after we were together for years because I think it’s cute and my chances of being rejected at that point would be low) and at least once I think it would be fun for us to go to a bar and act like we don’t know each other so we can trade (9)Anonymous said: witty banter and highkey just flirt the whole night (and definitely go home together because I’d be so ready to have some time alone with you by the end of the night) and I think especially because we already talk about smut ideas we’d be fairly comfortable and open in talking about things that we wanted to try together and what we’re not as interested in and I think learning each other’s bodies would be an adventure we’d both enjoy, maybe a bit challenging at first but something we could (10)Anonymous said: take time to become better at. I’d also do my best to be able to tell when you could use a little extra support because your happiness is important to me and I’m just now realizing how much I’ve written but I don’t want to get rid of any of it so I’m sorry for this incredibly long ask! If you don’t want to post it all since it’s a lot feel free to just respond to this last one (but it’s your call of course) and I hope nothing I wrote is taken in a weird / bad way! Also I’m so happy to see (11)Anonymous said: just stop but seeing your appreciation for him makes me appreciate things more) ahh I have more ideas about what we’d be like as a couple but I don’t want to be overwhelming but long story short we’d have cute af pure moments and rude af sin moments all tied together in a relationship built on care, trust, and support (wow I’m so cheesy) (RIP you if you read this all why do I have this many words to say) -workanon (12/12)

wow!! there is so much detail to this!! and honestly it all sounds so so so amazing!!

every single time someone mentions video games+dating I absolutely melt. there’s this huge gamer geek inside of me and spending that part of my life with someone special is more important to me than I ever say.

I would love the lake trip!! any kind of road trip would be lovely, especially with a beautiful destination like that!

I don’t know if you wrote so much because it’s just a part of who you are to write a lot of detail or if because you really enjoy the topic at hand lol either way thank you!! this was really cute and sweet and I loved it all~

send me “if we were dating” messages!!

#anon #workanon #<33333

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I guess generally I feel like... Healing sometimes feels like I’m dragging through unpleasant memories and pain that I had managed to “overcome” mainly through forgetting or replacing them with other things. I think sometimes the emotions are too raw, and it might be necessary to put them down to just get normal things in your life done. But... There’s no one to tell you when to re-surface these emotions and experiences either (unless you have a therapist or something).

I think I’ve managed to sort of overcome some experiences in the sense that I don’t feel acute emotional pain anymore or a very strong emotion (relative to the past). I think that when I think about H, I feel some remnants of anger and sadness, but other than her, I don’t have very strong emotions for passing crushes... Now that I think about it, I guess A was also a passing crush. I think for D, it’s become more amiable. Sometimes I feel anxious around him, and I feel a little bit of regret...? But even if he broke up with his gf and started to date someone else, I think I wouldn’t get hit very hard emotionally now. Maybe still regret if that ever happens but. :/ Maybe K will also pass into the sunset like them too.

I guess H was special in that she really shocked me emotionally and platonically. I think my experience with her might have precipitated the cycle of needing to fill some hole in my heart...? Even though the people who passed me by like that all individually haven’t hurt me as much, I think the process hurt me in the sense that it might have made me feel that if I don’t have a crush (not a relationship), I won’t be able to feel like I’m... living life? Or just able to feel very happy/ emotions in general. I think having crushes made college bearable, because it would be exciting and give me something to do (”do”) as opposed to studying or being anxious about my future. At least I wouldn’t be able to control crushes or what other people do... I didn’t have to have any “ownership” unless I wanted to (as opposed to studying, etc. where everything would be my fault no matter what happened. Or that’s maybe what I thought?). I guess it’s a control thing... Being able to choose to not control or to be in control. Maybe that’s also why crushes felt so necessary.

I think I definitely craved the excitement of having crushes. That’s why I thought it would be a little unfortunate if I ended up dating someone... Maybe I could sweep it under commitment issues, but I think there was a twinge of regret in terms of not having that excitement anymore. I feel like I’ve been socialized to want a stable relationship (which isn’t bad anyway), but that’s why I would outwardly make myself believe that that’s what I wanted even though inside I just wanted passing crushes so I could feel something. How scary... I sound like a YA protagonist rip lol. Or antagonist, idk.

I wonder if there’s a way for me to stop needing highs/ excitement in order to feel fulfilled. How can I feel fulfilled? I feel like a lot of interests I have, I’m excited about them. Is there a way to not feel excited...? But like still have good feelings? I’m not sure. Well, maybe it’s not excitement for playing music though... Maybe it really is just happiness? I guess I confuse happiness for excitement vs. with contentment. I think there are times when I’m just content, like when I’m with R and S in Jewett or talking with them... When I’m playing music too... But I guess it’s hard because I also experience happiness through exciting things too, like doing a new mashup or when something comes together (in whatever it is, music, studying, etc.).

Well, maybe happiness does come in many forms... But it’s easier to be addicted to excitement than contentment. I guess. And then maybe that’s how you get addicted to the highs/ lows and all the processes that cause this inside you.

It really is like emotional addiction. It’s also hard to know how to overcome this without replacing it with just another emotional addiction. How do I feel content and only content? Is this through mindfulness...? Maybe it is... mindfulness, gratefulness... Maybe that’s the only non-medicated way to get through this.

I’m kind of nervous of myself, because I can feel myself craving for another crush. Maybe it’s better that I’m quarantined very much at home in this sense. I guess S says I’m “thirsty”, but maybe it is like an emotional “thirstiness” lol. I don’t crave physical affection so much as emotional dependence I think. Or what other people make me feel. I think I’m better if I’m just alone for right now, at least until I can get a better handle on my feelings...? I wonder if I should even get a crush on anyone anymore. I guess that’s a little depressing, but. I think it’s respectable to do this, especially if I have such an unhealthy relationship with romance and emotional cravings. I feel like even if I got a crush, it would just. Ruin any of the growth I have had this week. I feel like I would get carried away with my emotional runways, and then self-sabotage and be back at square one (but maybe feeling even more remorseful).

Not like I can’t ever be in a relationship for the rest of my life but... I wonder if the me who desires companionship and being “loved” or “special” would be safe from abusive relationships. Or if I myself would subject the person in question to abuse... That would be horrible. I feel like worst-case scenario I would be so possessive? And insecure, as well as bored. So. V bad. Even if my intentions for the person would be for them to be happy. I feel like maybe it might be conditional, like I want them to be happy... but only with me. Or something wildly crazy like that.

I feel like if I were in a relationship where the other person wants me on-off, then I would NEVER be able to get out (or it would take a scary long time). If I’m right about my emotional addictions (which I’m kinda convinced about rn), then that would be the serious worst-case scenario for me. I would be so addicted to them. It would be so bad.

And that’s kind of what D is like, isn’t it? On-off, a relationship that’s ambiguous and between someone who seems to see me as “special” in terms of roles for student orgs. Maybe that’s why I’m addicted to him...? Or being around him or wishing for him to fall in love with me or something. Oh man. 0_0 But it would def come together in this idea... Gosh that’s not good. But I think even when I’m shaky, at least this year he’s putting in boundaries. So I don’t try to do anything and nothing bad happens.

Whew... I did NOT think it would be this bad or that the emotional rollercoast-type relationship was already in my life. But now that I think about it, maybe what M told me long ago, that I only like people who are unattainable, is true because it’s a guaranteed emotional rollercoaster. As in I crave unrequited romance, because they can be kind to me but also reject me at the same time. Omg... bruh wtf.

I wonder if that means I specifically craved unrequited crushes. That’s really... well, interesting I guess. But also I don’t really want that for myself anymore. I don’t want a revolving door of feelings and people like that. I don’t want to be addicted to sadness or emotional extremes... I think I deserve to not want that or be conditioned to think that that’s all I can ever get, either. I don’t think I’m broken forever emotionally, but I think I need to not be attached to this emotional familiarity.

I think a new mentality is uncomfortable, but it’s probably necessary if I want to break out of this cycle. I guess for future steps, they would be something along the lines of being aware of why I am doing X (I guess that’s mindfulness), and to slowly diffuse the addiction/ conditioning I have to want high emotions. I don’t know if there’s much to replace it with, but maybe I don’t need to fill a hole and the emptiness is eventually filled with neutral mindfulness and awareness. I think that would make me feel at peace...

#mine #reflections

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survivorhogsmeade · 6 years

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Episode #3: I Am A Sneaky Bitch. -Alex C

Of course y’all fucking swapped us. I was JUST getting to know people and now I have to start over wooooo can’t wait.

I like the tribe I guess. Elmo and I were separated which is sad, but I still have Sammy and now Stephen. Things are looking good...I hope.

Ack! The swap! But hey my OG tribe has majority, I only haven’t met one person before, and I don’t have to worry about Olivia and Lukas teaming up to kill me.... yet. Im really glad to have second chances with these people I just hope they see it the same way, we look like a strong tribe too though there are some powerhouses on the other tribe still.

There was a swap! Dang I miss my old friends now... at least I have Elmo on my side! Ash is very inactive so I'm a little worried with numbers

So I'm trying the Room of Requirement task. It seems hard, mostly because I am not the best at anagrams and because I am having the hardest time finding any of the items. At least, the website is actually working now, only messed up a little bit lol.

I GOT SEPARATED FROM ALL OF MY FUCKING FRIENDS ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK YOU RANDOM DOT ORG At least I have Elmo. Hopefully this will bring us closer together Kevin is... unsettling like he’s a loose cannon

This challenge seemed fun at first, and it is still a super cool idea... I am just no longer enjoying myself. I think I'm just going to go to bed now, because I don't want to deal with this anymore. :(

If inactive ash is the death of me I will fucking riot

This challenge needs to die and never be brought into another game again literally go Thelma and Louise yourself challenge omfgggg. I mean kudos to the hosts for working hard af on it like what a cool concept but goddamn for someone as lazy as I am it’s fuckin terrible 😂

A swap? Groundbreaking.

And NATURALLY both tribes are 4-3 Rosmerta. Things don't look great for our heroes, folks!

My plan in this swap is twofold: first, make friends. Okay, fine. Elmo seems nice, Kevin seems...desperate. Sure, fine.

Second step: BURN MYKONOS TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN GROUND

Basically, if and when we lose, I am going to go to Elmo, Kevin and the third one I've forgotten and say "Hey, listen, obviously y'all have the numbers, and that's chill. But here is the thing: there's a six-person alliance and I want to burn it down so we all don't get fucked at merge, so let's vote Kylie out and then Olivia."

Will it work? Who knows! Will it be fun? Hells yes!

Gulp this challenge isn’t looking good and if it comes to tribal I am worried. I hope I can work something out with Lukas Anna and Madison, Joanna, or Sammy, or even Alex C if thats the only option. If we do lose tribal it’ll be info gathering time, trying to SUBTLY find cracks in the for. Or in the worst case scenario betray Zonko for some kind of position with Rosmerta.

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1Q4jnht0aI1

Kevin doing something very unexpected

https://vocaroo.com/i/s06QxTdrohXY

room of requirement + train wreck tribe + possible alliance of mykonos people + general stuff

im a #dumbass and i love elmo so much omfg but we're so alone also i love ruthie, alex, and kylie more than ash already but it would be so dangerous to flip bc they could run to ash and be like hey they want you out vote with us and get one of either elmo or i out ugh

Yeah, so, um, I suck at anagrams. Sammy, who is someone I trust 100%, said he went for the room as well, but said that he didn't get there first. I'm currently trying to decide if it is even worth trying to solve this anagram at this point. But I know that I want to work with Sammy. With a little help from Sammy, I finished the anagram and have submitted the link to my host chat, knowing full well that I am not getting a trip to the room. Mostly just wanted to finish it, because I would have felt like a failure if I didn't lol. Anyway, I hope that Olivia went for it and got it! I can't wait for Sammy and I to be reunited with her (and bring Lukas too).

I am really stressed about losing that immunity. The people that I DO NOT want to go: Lukas and Sammy. The people that I would prefer not to go but if sacrifices have to be made: AJ/Anna. I think Alex C is a very big asset in terms of challenges, but that is a little scary going into the merge. Stephen scares me a little because I have played with him before and I know how smart he is, but I also want to work with him because he is super smart and we never got a chance to really repair the broken ass relationship we had in Mykonos (game wise). Madison... she has barely talked to me... Lukas says that it would be a big move to get rid of her, but like I haven't formed really any type of relationship with her and she hasn't been doing that much in terms of challenges. She's looking like the best option... I'm planning on asking around a little bit to try and see what everyone is thinking but ya know, when people don't talk to you it is hard to tell

Madison tells me she’s heard Lukas name. I’m good with that. But Joanna tells me she’s not close with Madison and isn’t opposed to flipping on the Rosmertas. On one hand getting out a Rosmerta could help even numbers, but looking forward I’d rather break tribelines than stick to them. If we have less Zonko and more Rosmerta then its less likely to become ZvR at merge. But I want both Madison and Joanna as potential allies as I still dont know what really went on pre-swap. I don’t think I should tell Madison what Joanna said, but I might be able to sway Joanna to vote Lukas. I’ll wait to see what Alex C, Sammy, and Anna think.

I've changed my mind. Before I was thinking that in a dire situation I would vote for AJ. I have decided I was lying to myself, I am not voting for her. I want her to stay, because I really really like talking to her and I would just be sad to see her go. Idk why I thought I would have been okay with it.

*Me to Anna*: “oh you want to vote out Madison? Thats fine its Fine! All good I’ve got your back!” *Me internally*: “fuckfuckfuck” Ah well, if it happens it happens I live to vote another day. I just know this could blow up in my face. I might tell Madison, see if she has an idol.

yikes okay so we are going to tribal...i tried to get a lot of them..we were just three behind, rip. I found the link to go to the room of requirement but I was too late..somebody already beat me. I think it could’ve been elmo, Alex, or Olivia. I’m really hoping it was elmo. He is probably my closest ally and I’m trying to distance myself away from all the mykonos people...but i want to work with some of them. For example, Joanna and I didn’t get to work together in the game because we never got the chance. Stephen and I were going against each other in Mykonos but I wasn’t to try to work with him here. Olivia and Lukas are gonna work together so that makes me extremely nervous. I like Anna, she’s super cool and I’m really hoping we can work together for a long time. Alex is a great player all around so he makes me a bit nervous. Anyways that challenge was super fun and I’m glad I could help out! The only names I’ve heard for the vote are Madison, Stephen, and Lukas, but i Like them all:/ i think Madison is going home which sucks bc i know how much she’s been wanting to play a Harry Potter game but she’s been busy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NPBIwQyPWE

these hoes REALLY tryna push my name around today of all days. I GOTTA GO TO PROM Y’ALL THIS IS AN ALL DAY THING. catch me campaigning to stay while getting my hair done.

I’m so glad we finally won something woohoo! Right now I’m on a monorail to Epcot and glad I’m not having to worry about a vote!

Sammy, Joanna, and myself are tight. However, we cannot figure out the vote for tonight. We want Stephen gone but AJ is throwing a fit because she thinks it’s an attack on old tribe lines. For now we just have to make sure it’s not my trio that leaves. Idc about anything else.

We won! I haven't been to tribal yet either! I wonder how long o can go without going to tribal :0

So this tribe swap is stressful. I have Stephen and Lukas from OG Zonko and then I met 4 new people... which obviously means we are in the minority if people are sticking to their og tribes. I vibed really well with Joanna and Alex C, they are really fun people. I don't 100% trust them yet but they are really fun to talk to.

We lost immunity... shocker.. a tribe I'm on loses??? I'm shocked. Now I've heard literally everyones names except me or Joanna. People wanted Alex because he's so good at challenges but people that good at challenges go early merge and we need him to win the next challenge if we don't swap or anything yet. Every og Rosmerta has told me they like me more than their original tribe and that they wanna work with me, do I believe it?? ehh.. does it make me happy? hell yeah..

Alex wanted Sammy which threw me off because everyone has been saying Stephen. I don't want Stephen to go because he's an OG Zonko and i told him I would try to keep him safe. Now yes, I am going to TRY but I'm not going to put my own neck on the line for someone else. I don't think these tribe lines are too strong and I think they can be broken next round. People are also saying Stephen is a sneaky player from past games so maybe that is true? Who knows. My vote is still up in the air but I have work in like less than 2 hours so I'm gonna have to decide quick.

https://youtu.be/W_HUdf89hI8

I'm having a great time!!!!!!! We won!! This is so nice oh my god I spent three hours on that challenge and only found three things and i was so worried but we did it!

I can't believe we won again! I've been immune every single round which is lit af :') I lowkey made f2 with Kevin and talked about with Olivia. Gotta have your bases covered, yknow? I've been trying to keep talking to Ruthie, Kylie and Alex S so if we eventually lose, we can have an easy vote. ALTHOUGH, I do have to admit that I'm paranoid that the OG Zonko's are going to team up with Ash and vote Kevin off (I think that Kevin would be the first target because Kylie and Olivia are friends and I THINK they like me so they wouldn't want me out first. Who knows though! My perception could be really off!)

I feel like we might have another swap at 12, maybe not but it would be cool! This tribe is kinda scary because of Kev's maneuver! But I'm just trying to take it day by day right now.

Rosmerta's tribe will be interesting to see because I hope that my OG tribe stays together to vote off one of the OG Zonko's. I still want Anna to stay because it would be nice to have an ally at the merge who I've known before the game. I also feel like Alex C could be in danger but I really hope that he's not! Pray for Rosmertas and Anna! If Stephen or Lukas went out it would be VERY nice because it would definitely weaken the supposed Mykonos alliance , still not sure if its true but there's defo rumors of that being a thing

Go to sleep to drama, wake up to drama. Its the drama ouroboros. So apparently Lukas, Sammy, and Joanna are targetting me for Mykonos, which is very rude but not unsurprising. But Madison Aex and Anna are going to save me and vote Sammy? Idk who to believe but I am more tempted to trust Anna atm.

Alright kids, we finally won something! And thank gods too, because this weekend was TERRIBLE for me to try and scramble, so I got real lucky. Also, of the 30 items, I found, like, half? And I could've had more if I had, like, spelled Colin Creevey's name right? So I feel good about that.

Anyway, here is my assessment of my current Zonko tribe, in no particular order.

Ruthie - light of my life, my moon and stars, I must ensure I have the opportunity to push her in front of a train at some point

Elmo - Easily the one I've talked to the most since the swap. Nice kid, I like him, I think he's playing more naive than he actually is but that's fine.

Kevin - a mess, I'm love him, asked me for help on the challenge because he is a disaster, hopefully I can pocket him

Kylie - literally didn't message me until today, okay girl

Olivia - we keep missing each other and also I want her dead because Mykonos sooooo

Ash - whom

Operation "Save My Ass By Turning People Against Mykonos" is absolutely a go, though my hope is that I won't be in too much danger as a challenge asset, but this is also nearing the point where you gotta cut the challenge assets loose, SO! We'll see!

I expect Anna to be voted out on the other tribe tonight because she is not a Mykonian and I know she was busy yesterday because it was her birthday, so I suspect she may not have had as much time to bond with the tribe as she would've liked.

I am a sneaky bitch holy hell. See Sammy and Joanna messaged me at the same time wanting to vote off Stephen. They also both wanted Madison gone for a hot second. So my thought process went to “huh, what if they do that to me?” So I went to AJ and asked if we could vote off Sammy. Then asked Madison, and told Stephen he basically had to or he’d be voted off.

Idk what it is with Sammy. I like him a lot as a person but game wise I just don’t think we’re ever exactly on the same page.

I also got into the room of requirement and got the marauders map. I picked it because of Daddy Lupin and that’s really only why. I get to see what alliances (or how many I forget) a person is in. I can use it once until the final seven. I don’t think it’s the strongest power I could’ve gotten but somethings better than nothing.

#mischiefmanaged

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