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promises, promises || part one: what used to be

masterlist || series masterlist

tom holland x reader

summary: you're crying over someone you haven't seen in two years, tom is straight up depressed, your friends are trying to set you up, and sam is just trying his best to help

warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of sex, little bit of fluff, probably typos

A/N: PART ONE IS HERE!!!! i absolutely love this fic and i hope you guys love it as much as i do :)

p.s. this ended up being really long sooooo i decided to make it into a series instead lol if y'all haven't figured that out

wc: 5k

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy pipes up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"Everything's gonna change you know. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment forever with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything had changed. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

Now, Tom is a world-famous actor, living a luxurious life out in Hollywood. You, however, have stayed in England, living only thirty minutes away from your childhood home with your newfound best friends Julia and Finn. You are no longer a part of Tom's life, and he is no longer a part of yours. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten about him.

How could you possibly forget about Tom? Your entire childhood was spent with him. From the ages of two to twenty-two, you were inseparable. To this day, you still remember when you first met, and you think about it often.

"I no wanna go! I stay home and watch princesses!" you cry, defiantly pulling away from your mother's firm grip as she tries to stuff you into shoes that are much too small for your rapidly growing feet.

"I know honey, but we have to go welcome the new neighbors who just moved in across the street. We made them brownies, remember?" she smiles.

You scrunch your face up, " No! I stay home!"

Your dad chimes in, kneeling down to your level. "Listen peanut. How about we make a deal. You come with us and say hello to the new neighbors, and then after we get home you can watch any princess movie you want and maybe even have some ice cream, how does that sound?"

You smile, "Ice cream with rainbow sprinkles?"

He rubs your head, "With rainbow sprinkles."

"Okay. I go then."

Your parents smile, and you hold their hands as you walk across the street to meet the neighbors. Your mom rings the doorbell, and the door opens to reveal a red-headed woman, smiling at you and your parents. Hiding behind her is a small, curly-headed brunette boy about the same height as you.

Your mom introduces herself, "Hi! My name is Y/M/N, this is my husband Y/D/N, and this is my daughter Y/N. We live right across the street, and we just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood." She outstretches her arms, holding the brownies, "I made these for you as well, I hope you like them!"

The woman smiles, "Oh, wow, thank you so much, you are so sweet! Would you like to come in for a bit?"

"Of course, as long as you'll have us."

She ushers the three of you in and you stay close to your mom, still wary of entering a stranger's home.

As she closes the door behind her, she introduces herself as well, "Sorry, the house is a little messy, we’re still getting settled in. But I'm Nikki, my husband Dominic is unpacking in the kitchen, and this is Tom." She motions to the boy behind her, "Tom, say hello to the nice people!"

He timidly steps forward, waving at you and your parents. "Hello." he says quietly.

"Oh my, he is adorable!" your mom gushes. She walks over to him, "How old are you Tom?"

He holds up two fingers, "This many."

She smiles, "Two years old? Wow, you're so big! Guess what, you know who else is that many?" Tom shakes his head no. "My daughter Y/N!" She motions for you to come, and you shyly walk forward.

You wave at him, and that makes him smile. Nikki taps Tom on the shoulder, "Do you maybe want to show Y/N your toys upstairs?

He nods his head, smiling at you, "Wanna go play?" he asks.

You smile back, looking at your mom for permission. She nods her head and pushes you forward. "Okay, we go." you respond. He takes your hand and pulls you upstairs, seemingly coming out of his shell. You don't know what it is about this boy, but he makes you feel warm, like a hug. It's something your two-year-old brain can't quite comprehend, but suddenly you couldn't care less about watching princess movies or eating ice cream.

Sometimes you wish that day had never happened, that you had never met him. You wish your little two-year-old self had fought harder against your parents so that you wouldn’t have to endure the years of pain he would cause you later in life. But you can’t go back, and in part, you’re glad about that. He was your first friend, your first crush, and your first love. But he was also your first heartbreak, and that’s something you can never forget.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp knock on your bedroom door. "Hey, are you almost ready? We have to leave in ten or we'll be late!" you hear Julia's muffled voice from the other side of the door. Finn is hosting a gala tonight for his art studio, and being his best friends and roommates, you and Julia are basically required to go.

"Uh, yeah, I'm about done, I'll be out in a minute!" You haven't even started getting ready, but you don't have any more time. You quickly raid your closet and find a short v-neck black dress and matching heels. You wiggle into the dress as you make your way into the bathroom. You had planned on straightening your hair, but you have no time, so instead, you brush it back into a sleek low ponytail and spray it with a bit of hairspray. There's no time for the elaborate makeup look you had planned either, so you quickly throw on some concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, a bit of highlight, and you're set. As you walk to the door, you grab your purse and slip on your heels, making sure you have your phone and keys. Finn and Julia are already waiting in the car, both with disapproving looks.

"What the fuck took you so long? We were supposed to leave five minutes ago! You know I can't be late for this thing." Finn complains as you slip into the backseat.

"Sorry, I, uhm, don't feel well. A little nauseous." you lie. You don't feel like telling them that you were actually crying about someone you haven't seen or talked to in two and a half years like you do every other night.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Julia chuckles.

"Oh please, we all know that Y/N hasn't gotten any since he who must not be named." Finn replies for you.

"Thanks Finn, what a great friend." you joke sarcastically.

He's not wrong though. Since you and Tom broke up, you haven’t slept with a single person. You’ve been on a few dates and kissed a few guys, but nothing past that. The closest you got was about a month after Tom broke it off with you. You were looking for someone to take your mind off of him, so you found a random guy named David at a pub and took him back to your place. But as soon as he took off his shirt, you saw a birthmark on his back that looked eerily similar to Tom’s, and you promptly broke down crying.

No matter what you do, you just can’t seem to get him off your mind.

"Alright bitches, we're here." Finn sighs. "Help me bring my stuff in, we don't have much time thanks to someone who took ages to get ready."

You give a halfhearted apology as you grab Finn's paintings from the back of his car. Julia stops you before you follow Finn into the venue, "Babe, are you sure you're doing alright?"

You smile lightly, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. And sorry about Finn mentioning... him. It's been two years, he should know better."

"Oh, no. No, don't worry about that. It's okay. I don't care." you lie.

She gives you an encouraging nudge on the shoulder, "Hey, who knows, maybe you'll find a hottie here tonight and finally get back out there! What do you think, huh?"

"Yeah, that would be great, actually. Maybe Finn can introduce me to his friend James, I know he's pretty hot." you say just to get her off your back. You know for a fact that you won't be going home with anyone tonight, but you want to ease her conscience, so you continue to lie.

"That's the spirit! Good luck hun, love you."

"Thanks Jules, love you too." you smile.

Halfway through the gala, you already want to go home. Finn is over at the bar flirting with some guy, probably trying to get him to buy his artwork. Meanwhile, Julia has disappeared into the bathroom with her boyfriend Ollie, who she invited about thirty minutes into the event because she "got bored."

You look at your phone and realize it's already midnight, and you know the event won't be ending anytime soon. You slowly make your way over to Finn through the sea of people and tap him on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from whatever guy he's flirting with.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going with James?" he asks excitedly.

"Oh, um, it didn't work out, thanks for introducing me though. I just wanted to come tell you that I'm still not feeling well, so I think I'm gonna head home, sorry."

"Oh, okay, no problem. You're probably gonna be alone tonight though, just a heads up. Jules is going back to Ollie's for the night, and" he starts to whisper, "I think I might be going home with this hunk."

You laugh, "Okay, thanks Finn, see you tomorrow then."

"Bye babe. Do you have a ride?" he questions.

"Uh, no, I'm just gonna Uber home, it's no problem."

Finn gasps, "Not this late at night you're not! Let me drive you, hottie with a body over here can wait."

"No, no, don't let me ruin your night. I'll just call Sam then."

His eyes widen, "Like... his brother Sam?"

"Yeah, we're friends still, it's not a big deal. Trust me."

"Okay, fine. But text me when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, love you Finn, see you later." you give him a quick hug and walk outside to call Sam.

You aren't lying, you and Sam are still good friends. Back when you and Tom were together, Sam was the brother that you were closest to, and you felt that it would be unfair to cut ties with the rest of the Hollands just because Tom was a dick to you seeing as they were as much of a family to you as your own parents were, maybe even more. He was attending culinary school in the area anyway, so you decide he’s the best person to call.

As expected, he's happy to drive you home, and about ten minutes later he arrives at the venue where you are still standing outside.

"Hey Sam, I'm sorry for calling this late, but thank you so much for picking me up." you smile as you slide into the passenger seat.

"It's no problem, I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. How've you been?"

"Fine, I guess. How about you?"

"C'mon, I know that look. Something's up with you." he pries.

"I told you on the phone, I'm just not feeling well." you lie, hoping he doesn't catch on.

"It's Tom isn't it?"

"How the fuck do you always know?"

He chuckles. "He is my brother, remember? And you're basically my sister too. I've known you both for literally my entire life, so trust me, I know when it's about him."

You sign in defeat, "I don't know why I can't get over him Sam. It's been nearly three years since we broke up, and I haven't seen him since. My roommates think I'm overreacting, and honestly, I'm starting to agree with them. I should be moved on by now, but I just can't stop thinking about him."

"Hey, hey, don't listen to them, you aren't overreacting. You and Tom were literally attached at the hip for twenty two years, and you weren't even dating for most of them. It's completely normal for you to feel like this, trust me. And I know it doesn't help much for me to say this because I've said it a million times before, but Tom's a complete dick for what he did to you. He's my brother, and I love him, but he's a dick."

"Thanks Sam. I just wish I knew why, y'know? Why, after twenty-two fucking years, he just completely cut me out of his life." you feel your eyes brimming with tears.

"I wish I could have an answer for you Y/N, I really do. But I haven't got a clue. Hell, I honestly don't even know if Tom knows why he did it."

You sigh, "Well, he must have had a reason. Plus, he seems to be doing great in Hollywood. He seems perfectly happy without me."

"You've been stalking him on Instagram, haven't you?" Sam chuckles.

You laugh, "Shut up." That's the great thing about Sam. He can always lighten up a situation, no matter how serious or how sad. Tom did the same thing, that was one of the things you liked most about him.

You and Sam sit in silence for a few minutes, until he finally breaks it. "He's not, you know."

"Huh?" you question, confused.

"He's not happy. You said he seems happy without you, but he's not. He's doing terribly, and it's not just from stress or his work. He won't admit it, but he misses you." he pauses, "I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but he asked about you the other day. About how you were doing and shit like that. I think he would take it back if he could."

You want so badly to believe him, belief that Tom actually still cares about you after all this time. But false hope is the last thing you need right now.

"Well, he can't, can he?" you say sharply, tears still threatening to flow out.

You and Sam sit in silence for the last five minutes of the ride back to your apartment. As he slows the car to a stop, Sam looks over at you sympathetically, "Look, I'm sorry if what I said made things worse. I just wanted you to know that your feelings aren't... one-sided I guess."

You know better than to yell at Sam, he was just trying to make you feel better, so instead of spitting out the sarcastic remark that was on your tongue, you manage out a half-hearted, "It's okay, thanks Sam." and shut the car door.

As soon as the door of your apartment closes behind you, all of the emotions come crashing down on you. A mixture of sadness, anger, guilt, and regret crushed your heart, smashing it into a million little pieces. It feels like two and a half years ago, when he first broke up with you, all over again. Everything was fine until Sam brought him up again, and the memories just all flooded back in. You fall to the floor, clutching your chest in pain, wishing someone was here for you. Wishing he was here for you. At the moment, it feels like you have no one. In reality, you do; you have an entire support system of people who love you so much and would do anything to protect you. But you only want him. You need him. He is the only person you have ever wanted, ever needed, and he's gone.

You want to hate him, you really do. He's caused you more pain in the past two and a half years than anyone or anything has ever caused you in your entire life. But you can't. You can never, and will never, hate him. Which makes you hate yourself.

After what feels like hours of crying, you finally calm down. There's no one at home to talk to and it's too late to call anyone at this point, so you flip on the tv. There's nothing good on Netflix or Hulu that you haven't seen yet, so you scroll through the other apps. You remember that you just got a free Apple TV subscription with your new phone, so you check to see what's on there.

And there it is. Cherry.

His face right on the screen in front of you, lighting your dark bedroom red. You know it's a bad idea and you know you'll regret it, but something draws you to watch it. You need him right now, and this is about the closest you're going to get.

It's fine at first. It's actually nice to see his face again after so long. He looks basically the same as the last time you saw him, just a little more mature. You feel good supporting him, even if he doesn't know it.

But then it's not fine. His character had just gotten into a fight with his girlfriend, so she comes to visit him in his apartment. They talk, and eventually he reveals that he joined the army and has to go away for two years.

"It's just a couple years. Just a couple years and a lifetime together." he whispers.

Then it all hits you, and you break down crying once again. You can't help but think back to that night in the treehouse, and how the conversation is so eerily similar. You wonder if Tom was thinking about it too, while he was filming the scene. Obviously, the circumstances were different, but it still makes you wonder.

You quickly shut the TV off, unable to bear it anymore. With nothing else to do, you try to sleep, but your thoughts keep you up. And as much as you try to fight it, your mind drifts back to the day you so badly want to forget. The day that it all ended.

"Hey, Tommy, what's up? I'm excited to see you tonight!" you pick up the phone. Tom is supposed to come back to London after filming his first solo Spiderman movie, and you could not be more excited to see him. It's been almost a full year since he left for America, and you miss him so much.

"Yea, uhm, about that. Plans have, er, changed a bit." you can hear the solemn tone in his voice.

"Oh no, what happened? Did your flight get delayed or something? I know there's some rough weather in Atlanta, but I didn't realize it was that bad."

"No, no, it's not that. I don't really know how to say this," he sighs, "I'm not coming home."

Your heart drops to your stomach. "What?"

"Yeah. I'm, um, I'm staying in America for now. I found a house in LA, it's nice."

"Well when are you coming back then?" you utter in disbelief.

"Not anytime soon. I have work, so it's just easier for me to be in America. I'm sorry." his tone is stiff.

"But what about us? I miss you so much, these past few months have already been hell for me. I don't think I can survive much longer without seeing you."

No response.

"Tom, are you still there? You know I can't move in with you. I'm already enrolled in university here in London, I can't drop everything and come to America if that's what you want."

"That's not what I want." At this point he seems to have no emotion in his voice, as if he's reading directly from a script.

"So then what do you want?" you start to really worry, tears already stinging your eyes.

"I think you can probably figure that out by now, Y/N."

"Tom, no. You seriously can't be thinking-"

"Yeah, I am thinking that. You've already said that these past few months have been hell, and I'm too busy with work, so I think that's the only option."

You plead with him, "Tom, please! We can figure this out, I love you so much. We can't break up Tom, I can't lose you." You're sobbing at this point, scared to lose the one person you need the most.

"No, we can't figure this out. We have to break up, there's no other choice."

"What happened to you and me forever? That- that night in the treehouse you said you wouldn't let anything come between us!"

"We were kids, Y/N! We had no idea what our lives were going to turn out like. That was a stupid thing to say and I never should have said it, okay? You can't keep every promise you make, especially when you're eighteen. But we're mature adults now, and the mature way to handle this is to break up. Understand?" His voice is booming through your phone speaker, and it's nothing you've ever heard come from him before. He was always calm, looking for a way to work things out. But now, he's completely giving up.

"Tom, please, I-"

"No, Y/N, I don't have time for this right now, I'm sorry. Goodbye."

He hung up. He's gone.

That was the last time you spoke to him. You didn't even get to properly say goodbye, let alone see his face before he was gone forever.

Unbeknownst to you, that phone call is still, to this day, Tom's biggest regret. Almost immediately after he hung up, he wished he had never called you in the first place. He was stressed from work, he was angry at his management team for making him stay in America, but most of all he missed you. So he did the only thing he could think of to take it all away - separate himself from you. He thought that if he broke up with you, he would feel better about his career choices and he wouldn’t have to wwc:orry about missing you anymore because it would be over.

He was wrong.

Every day since then, he’s wanted to call you, text, you, or somehow contact you to apologize; explain why he did what he did and how he still loves you, still needs you, still misses you every second of his life. But he knows he can’t. You would never be able to forgive him for breaking it all off so suddenly. There’s no way in hell you could still love him after something like that.

So he’s stayed out of reach from you for good. And he hopes that maybe one day he’ll be able to move on, find someone new like you’ve probably done by now. But deep down he knows he never will.

You’re still unable to sleep, and now that it’s almost four in the morning, you decide that you probably won’t be able to for the rest of the night. Not knowing what else’s to do, you begrudgingly roll out of bed and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As you fill up your mug with warm water, you hear a knock at the door.

Who the fuck would be coming to your apartment this early? You suspect it’s Finn, as he always manages to forget his key. Maybe his night with the mystery bar hunk didn’t go as well as he had planned. You quickly set a tea bag in your mug and walk to open the door.

“Back so soon Fi... what the fuck.” your heart drops to your stomach.

It’s him. The same brown-haired, brown-eyed, British boy that you remember, staring down at you from outside your apartment at four in the morning.

“Hey.”

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kevindayprotectionsquad · 4 years

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So, as promised (even if it is a week late) I finished the first chapter of my original story. I am not super happy with it, but I am ready to move on from it lol. Feedback would be much appreciated, and I hope it only gets better from here since this one is kind of bland haha

Summary: basically just setting up the story. Jack gets news he doesn't want, and has to tell Matthew. Matthew ressures Jack things will be okay.

One

Fate is something that was only spoken in the legends and stories read to children. People never went out in search of their fates, they just lived them. However, when Queen Amilya of Gavella was pregnant with her first born, she suffered from extremely vivid dreams. The finer details of where she was or what she was doing were never the same, but she was always interrupted by the same old woman. The woman was always dressed in the darkest robes, her eyes so white Amilya could see her reflection in them. Every dream the old woman interrupted would shake Amilya to her core, waking her from her slumber, but not without the woman sharing her message. It was always the same; “He shall be the greatest king of Gevalla’s time.”

At the time, Amilya assumed the woman was referring to her husband. He was a great king who loved his people, and only had their best interest at heart. It made sense for her to be referencing her husband, especially with the handmaid’s old tricks telling Amilya her first born would be a baby girl. Despite that, the old woman continued to haunt her dreams with the same message every single night until the baby was born.

When she held the newborn in her arms the first time, it was clear the old wives tales had been wrong. The baby was a boy. A beautiful boy with the most powerful set of lungs Amilya had ever heard from something so tiny. As he wiggled in her arms screaming, the messages had become clear; this tiny baby would be the greatest king in all of Gevalla’s time.

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Fate had followed Jack everywhere he went his entire life. He grew up running the castle halls, ignoring the servants' whispers about him. As he got older, the pressure to be fulfil his fate grew unbearable. Nothing he did was ever good enough. His father wanted him to be his shadow, learning all it took to run a kingdom. His mother wanted him to be out, talking with the people, learning what they wanted from their kingdom. They both seemed to be good at pointing out the things he was doing wrong

“Jack, have you done your readings?” “Jack, have you been to training?” “Jack, don't argue with your sister at dinner.” “Jack, princes don’t eat with their elbows on the table.” “Jack, jousting armor does not belong in the castle.” No one took the time to ask him what he wanted.

If anyone had bothered to ask what he wanted, they would know being forced to sit in an advisory meeting with his father and his father's council is the last place he wanted to be. The lead advisor droned on about his weekly report of what the people wanted, but all Jack could focus on was pulling the loose string out of his sleeve. The string barely peaked out of the sleeve, but he had to pull it. The string got longer as he pulled, making his sleeve bunched up, before finally breaking off. He pulled at his sleeve, trying to even out where it bunched up.

“Jack,” his father's voice, louder than the advisors, interrupted his focus on his sleeve.

“Wh-,” he started, but remembered who he was speaking to and corrected himself. “Yes, father?”

He gave Jack his signature face of disapproval. “The Council is speaking to you, and you have the nerve to sit here and ignore them.”

“Oh,” Jack turned to the Council. They were much better at hiding their disapproval, but Jack knew it was still there. He could feel it seeping off them. “My apologies, I got distracted. There was a thread on my sleeve and-”

“Jack,” his father growled through clenched teeth. “Now is not the time for your antics, the Council needs your full attention. This is important. How do you expect to run this kingdom when I am no longer able?”

It was always that question. He was sick of being asked it every time his father wasn't happy with him. Jack tilted his head to look at the ceiling of the briefing room, and put a hand on his chin. “Hmm how do I expect to run the kingdom, father?” He dropped his hand and turned to face his father head on. “I simply don't expect to run the kingdom.”

The vein at the King’s temple throbbed, his face red with anger. Jack had to bite his tongue. He was so easy to upset, it almost wasn't fun anymore. Almost.

His father pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. “If you keep on like this, I will have no choice but to keep you out of the tournament.”

Jack’s breath caught in his throat. He hated all of his expectations as Prince, but over the years he and his father worked out a deal. Jack could joust and represent the kingdom in tournaments, if he put the effort into learning to run the kingdom. He couldn’t have jousting taken away from, it was the only thing keeping him sane through his princely duties.

“I apologize, Father,” He turned to the Council. “Please continue.

The Council looked to the King for permission to keep going. The King nodded and they moved on into their report of the tournament. It wasn't information that interested Jack, but he knew better than to look like he wasn't paying attention.

The tournament was held every year by the royal family. The neighboring kingdoms flocked to Gevalla to offer their best knights to fight for their honor. While the events themselves were high steaks competition, the tournament signified the allieship between the kingdoms, and celebrated another year of peace. With that many kingdoms involved, it was impossible to avoid politics, but Jack tried his best to.

“Sir Jack,” the lead advisor spoke up. “You have duties you haven't had for past tournaments.”

That got his attention. Jack gave him a questioning look, “What are they?”

“You will be expected to court a princess during the tournament.” The lead advisor began. “There are three princesses that will be in attendance, and we came to the conclusion to let you pick the one you would like to court. Their kingdoms are aware of this decision, and are in agreement with it. There is no wrong or right choice.”

Not what he expected, and not the duties he wanted. Thoughts raced through Jack’s mind, trying to make sense of what he had just been told. He can't court a princess. He wouldn't. “Then I chose not to.”

The Council looked at each other. His father shook his head beside him. “Is this about the blacksmith,” the King questioned.

“His name is Matthew-”

“His name doesn't matter, Jack,” His father interrupted. “We have been over this. You are not to see him anymore. He puts dangerous thoughts in your head, and is keeping you from doing right by your kingdom.”

Jack had to clinch his fists to keep himself from snapping. “Matthew isn’t the problem. I simply don't want to court a princess. I am not comfortable with that idea.”

“It's not up to you. You should be happy we are letting you choose,” His father raised his voice, quickly losing his patience. “You have to support this kingdom, and having a wife and an heir is part of that. I hope to the gods your heir is better to you than you are to me.”

“I don't want an heir either,” Jack stood from his seat and started for the door. “I didn't ask for any of this. I don’t want to be a prince, and you can't make me.”

With that, Jack turned on the heel of his boot, and bolted out the door. He could hear his father calling his name, obviously upset with his quick exit, but it was better he leave than say something he would regret. Although, he was sure he was going to regret running out of his meeting when he was getting a lecture at dinner. It didn’t matter now, all he could focus on was hurrying out of the castle.

The corridor the briefing room was in used to terrify Jack when he was a child. The faces of his ancestors lined the wall, passing their silent judgment every time he passed. Even as an adult, the hall left him unsettled enough to not be ashamed about quickening his pace until he was outside the castle's judgemental walls. The garden grew flowers of all kinds, but it could be barren and it would still be a relief every time he stepped foot in it. The garden gates opened to a well worn path. A path Jack had taken countless times to the stables down hill from the castle, and was the path he had taken countless times to search for Matthew.

Matthew had grown up alongside Jack. He was the son of the blacksmith in charge of all the metal work needs of the castle. As young boys, the two were quick friends, and quite the troublemakers. They were frequently caught stealing food from the kitchens, or harassing the younger princess. As they grew, they started sneaking out late in the night into the woods that backed up to the garden walls. The trees learned their secretes, holding them safe under their canopy. Their late night trips to the woods grew further and far between once Matthew took over his father's position as blacksmith. The change terrified Jack. Matthew started having less time for him, and they weren’t able to do the things they used to. Jack knew they weren’t children anymore, but it still felt as though he was losing his only escape from reality. Luckily, Matthew showed him that growing up is not necessarily a bad thing.

Matthew spent most of his days working in his shed next to the stables, forging whatever metalwork the castle needed, and was the first place Jack went to for his search. He found Matthew working on what looked like what was supposed to be a sword. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms. Sweat plastered his curls to his forehead. Normally, that would have bothered Matthew, but he was intently focused on his work that he didn't notice. Jack tried not to obviously stare, but he couldn't force himself to look away.

“Jack,” Matthew stopped mid mallet swing, just noticing him standing in the doorway. “I wasn’t expecting you until later today. I thought you had the tournament briefing meeting today?”

Jack laughed dryly, “I did, but I left early.”

“Left early?” Matthew repeated, tilting his head. He dropped his tool on the work table and crossed his arms. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” He replied, which earned a disbelieving look from Matthew, making him advert his eyes.

“It's hard for me to believe that it was just that simple,” Matthew started. “I know how you are. What happened?”

“I don't know,” Jack threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “We were making final plans about the tournament coming up, and my father got upset with me for not paying attention, so he threatened my joust.”

Matthew just sighed and shook his head. “Did you pay attention after?”

“Yes,” he crossed his arms to mirror Matthew. “That's not the worst of it.” Jack paused to take a breath, trying to steady himself. Matthew gave him a concerned look, but let him take his time to gain composure. “They are forcing me to court a princess. I have to choose a wife by the end of the tournament.”

Matthew’s eyes widened, and Jack watched him school his expression to stay neutral. He nodded his head with a soft, “Oh.”

They stood in silence for a moment; Matthew staring at Jack, and Jack avoiding his gaze. He couldn’t face him, not with his mind racing. They both expected the news eventually, but never planned for it. Now that it was finally happening, Jack didn't know what they would do. He wouldn’t give up what he had with Matthew for anything, but he also knew he didn't exactly have a lot of say in the matter. If he refused to comply, he would never see Matthew again. If he complied, there was an equal chance he would never see Matthew again. The uncertainty made his stomach clench.

A thumb on his cheek brought him back from his thoughts; Matthew wiping a tear off his cheek. He didn’t even realize he was crying. “Don’t get yourself so worked up,” he told Jack. “We knew this was coming, and we can figure something out.”

Jack shook his head, blinking back tears. “There's nothing we can do,” He said bitterly. “Absolutely nothing. They’re going to finally get their way of making a pawn.”

“You are not a pawn,” Matthew said, pulling Jack to his chest. “You’re a prince.”

“I don't want to be a prince anymore,” Jack buried his face in the crook of Matthew’s neck. “Being a prince means I lose you.”

“You’re not losing me,” Matthew scoffed. “I will still be here, building things for the castle.”

Jack pondered for a moment, hugging Matthew closer to him. He was right, the castle would still need Matthew. They would have a difficult time replacing him, so perhaps Jack could use that to his advantage. He didn't like the idea of having to sneak around with Matthew again, but he had done it before, and he would do it again.

“You're not losing me, Jack,” Matthew reassured him, rubbing soft circles on his back. “You just have to play Prince for a few days to please your father and the Council, and before you know it, things are back to normal.”

“Back to normal?” Jack pulled away from him, frowning. He didn't understand how he wasn't more upset. They were about to lose everything they knew, there would never be ‘normal’ again. “Do you not understand what I am saying? I will have a wife at the end of the tournament. A wife, Matthew, a wife. Don't you care?”

“I do,” Matthew held his hands up as if to surrender. “I promise I do. I don't like this anymore than you do, but I also don't think you should do anything more to upset your father or the Council.”

Jack scoffed. “They are going to be upset with me no matter what I do.”

Matthew just shook his head. “Jack, they just want you to be a prince, and they are losing patience with you. Do what they want for the tournament, and we will figure us out after. If you don't follow their wishes, I worry there won't be an us after.”

A deep breath wracked through Jack’s body. He ran his hands through his hair, hoping that would help organize his thought. He knew Matthew was right, he always was. Jack envied his ability to stay level headed in the face of doom. He couldn't risk losing Matthew, not when his world was about to get turned upside down.

“We will be okay,” Matthew reassured him. “You can't get rid of me that easily.”

The corner of Jack’s mouth twitched, “I know.”

Matthew held his hand out to Jack, which Jack took. “I wish you were a princess. Then we wouldn't be in this situation.”

“If only it were that easy. If only.”

#i really struggle with setting up stories #but im hoping/planning for it to get better #i feel like its dialog heavy #but im more comfortable writing dialog #if yall have any question/comments please share!!#i can take criticism #but please be nice about it #I hope this goes well haha #oc tag #oc jack rowe #oc matthew stagge #jack rowe #original story #my writing #made by me :)

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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On the spirit of Valentine's Event, something I kinda of want is small drabble of either (or both) of local Proud Kings Caster!Gilgamesh and Ozymandias receiving some large chocolate offering from their Master, and while they initially eat it up with their normal attitudes, they slowly grow addicted and fatter with it, discovering that their chocolate offerings regenerate themselves with some magecrat

This was a really fun one!!!! Fun fact, (not really lol) during last Chaldea Boys, I really tried for Ozymandias but failed with 60 summons and the only good thing I got was CasGil who I was mad about but soon grew to love ajdnsns. But now Ozymandias is in my Chaldea at 7/10/8 and I'm happy. Fuck pages tho, Merlin and Ozy are bleeding me dry of them

Hope you like this even tho I kinda deviated a bit and the fat content feels a bit secondary? Don't know how this became 2k words tho lol (it's cause I love banter and both are good for it)

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Obnoxious haughty laughter ringing through Chaldea's halls, Ozymandias gloats as he approaches his master.

"Wonderful! Your offering may be meager for one as great as I, but I treat all of my loyal subjects with fairness," Ritsuka having prepared a cart of handmade chocolate for Ozymandias, he stands patiently.

"Ah, mongrel," The caster form of Gilgamesh rounding out the corner, his normal disapproving frown is instead replaced with the smallest of grins. "You have learned from your error last year, such a simple fix normally would be undeserving, but for someone of your standing, it is commendable,"

Gilgamesh and Ozymandias catching each other's glance, they stare at each other.

"You both deserved chocolate so-" Their master ends up interrupted, both kings ignoring them.

"Who received their chocolate first?" Both ask, staring at their master.

"As a kind yet almighty pharaoh, I believe the decision to deliver my chocolates first was clearer than the floor in my pyramids,"

"Hmph, I'm the greatest servant, regardless of this caster form I may take. I would have received them first,"

Their master shuffles under their gazes, not making eye contact.

"Answer," Both demand, their arms crossed over their chest.

"I had Da Vinci deliver both of your Valentine's gifts at the same time. I made sure to offer no instructions of who should receive their chocolate first," Having already expected a childish temper tantrum from both Ozymandias and Gilgamesh, they had decided to take an impartial as possible route. Hanging his head, Ritsuka shifts uncomfortably as the hallway remains silent. Both pairs of eyes staring intently at him, he remains quiet, waiting for either of them to speak up.

Ozymandias letting out a small chuckle, Gilgamesh follows his example. The hallway soon becoming enveloped with their raucous haughty laughter, Ritsuka lifts his head, nervously glancing between the two. He stands at attention as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias turn their attention to him, Ritsuka's eyes wide.

"Very well! You have learned well in dealing with almighty servants such as us," Holding a hand to his chin, Ozymandias introspects, humming to himself.

"Your gift is still paltry in compassion to Uruk's great treasury, but I will allow it," Gilgamesh taps his fingers across his thigh, pondering as well.

Ritsuka cocks his head to the side, unsure of what to do. Leaving probably his best option, to do so would only incur both Kings' childish wrath.

"As one of my loyal subjects, I shall gift you with my presence! A gift exceeding all others, the task of basking in my glory and attending me equal to nothing else," Ozymandias proclaims, his cape swishing as he bangs his crook.

"As a proper reward for your achievement, you have the honor of presiding by me and attending me. As my lesser of course," Gilgamesh states, grinning as he hold his hand to his chin.

Both giving their return gifts at the same time, neither hear the other, both laughing at their charitable nature.

Both of their gifts entirely selfish as fitting their self-absorbed nature, Ritsuka bites his tongue. Honestly appreciative of spending more time with them, he still feels skimped out on. His glum face shifts as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias suddenly stare at each other, both now comprehending what the other said.

"Surely even a mongrel can understand the nature of my importance, though I may have been shot by Tiamat, without me graciously welcoming you in Babylonia, your time would have been destroyed," Gilgamesh gloats, standing proud.

"And I dared in giving you my assistance in dealing with that pesky Lion King in Camelot, her radiance no match for my own. Had I not intervened to aid you, you would have been stopped even before reaching Babylonia," Ozymandias retorts.

Both stand tall, glaring at each other as they bicker back and forth in describing their own greatness. Ritsuka stands to the side, his own leg twitching as he ponders on just leaving and running away. Their argument growing louder, Ritsuka's purses his lips before huffing.

"Enough!" Ritsuka promptly grabs and latches onto both of their hands in their confusion, both staring angrily at him. "I will attend to you both at the same time, no buts," His command seal glowing, the threat hangs in the air, Ritsuka's chest huffing.

He groans as both of them snap at him for daring to touch them without permission. Taking a step, they follow behind him as he drags them. A second step taken, he yelps as Gilgamesh and Ozymandias lead the way, both of them quickly walking through Chaldea's halls.

Ritsuka forced to follow, his plan at taking charge falls through, Gilgamesh and Ozymandias opening his room and making themselves at home. All the while criticising his minimalistic furnishing and decorations, they command him, telling him to bring them their chocolate offerings.

Taking his sweet time, Ritsuka wheels both carts to his room before opening the door, unwilling to deal with another playing favorites scenario. Upon opening it, he mentally sighs as he sees most of his room crushed and destroyed, a massive lavish bed overtaking and replacing most of the space.

"Now, show us your offerings," Both state, grinning as they recline in the bed. Both of them on one side, the middle is left barren, a spot obviously made for Ritsuka.

Suddenly fumbling, he reaches for two chocolate bars. Mouth dry, he climbs into the bed, making his way towards them. Both retaining their grins, Ritsuka blushes, unwrapping both chocolates. Ritsuka sits on his knees in between both of them. Taking a deep breath, he breaks off a portion from both.

Both Gilgamesh and Ozymandias waiting expectantly, they open their mouths. Ritsuka slowly bringing both hands to feed them at the same time, he cowers as they accept the morsel, suddenly aware of their critical nature.

"Sweet yet bitter. Acceptable, mongrel" Gilgamesh compliments, keeping his grin up.

"Your offering as my mage pleases my divine palette," Ozymandias replies.

Both huffing, Ritsuka catches the way they attempt to hide their small huff, their tongues licking their lips.

"You have exceeded our expectations," Both utter, their eyes plastered on the rest of the chocolate. "You may continue," Leaning back into the plush soft bed, they greedily open their mouths as Ritsuka begins to unwrap and feed them more.

Expecting their 'kind' gift to last only a day, Ritsuka finds himself displeased yet content as Ozymandias and Gilgamesh demand more of his time, both claiming it only fair and showing their kindness.

Nutrition and food unnecessary for servants, Ritsuka soon has to take both of them off of the team for noticeable and growing reasons.

Binging on nothing but chocolate, the expectation of a limited quantity was met with surprise from the both of them upon finding about Ritsuka making the chocolate magically replenish, a trick he had learned from Semiramis in return for keeping silent upon learning about her reason for researching and producing chocolate.

By the time the two had found out about such a thing, their trim fit figures had already been replaced with a sliver of pudge, their growing bellies hanging and squishing down. Their pecs had budded into little moobs, the bit of flab noticeable. Their smug faces had been rounder and softer, their haughtiness not diminished in any way.

That had only been the first time the more chocolate had regenerated, a time that felt like eons ago to Ritsuka, his time occupied with pleasing and feeding two kings. Growing more desperate and hungering for said chocolate, the intervals between devouring their offerings was growing smaller and smaller.

Soon, the small sliver of pudge became a noticeable pile of fat, becoming a gut and further. Despite it, both were demanding, craving and wanting more and more chocolate, Ritsuka at the end of their commands. Despite loading their muscled definition, both instead took to their weights, aware of Ritsuka's gazes and stares.

Gilgamesh took often to purposefully huffing and rubbing his gut, demanding Ritsuka to do it for him. Ozymandias would instead rub his moobs, complaining about some non-existent ache. Both would often pin him against the wall or against each other, Ritsuka powerless to do anything. Ritsuka happy to indulge in their wants, their figured only continued to expand, their fatty forms losing more and more definition as they began to stay more often in Ritsuka's room.

Currently standing in front of his room, or what was once his room, the living space commandeered by two greedy fat kings, Ritsuka sighs before knocking.

"You may enter," Two wheezy voices respond. Ritsuka's annoyance washes away as he blushes, still unused to such a sight despite living with it everyday.

Opening the door, the two main occupants remain in their typical spot, taking up most of the immense lavish bed. The expansive spot once reserved for Ritsuka is instead taken up by their mammoth guts, Ritsuka squeezed in-between the two.

"Mongrel, even my patience has its limits," Gilgamesh complains, his stomach growling. A chain reaction, Ozymandias's stomach growls as well, their bodies sloshing to and fro.

"Ah mage, you have returned just in time to-" Ozymandias lets out a huff, attempting to readjust himself.

Already unwrapping the chocolate as their incessant whines pick up, Ritsuka's eyes never leave their massive bodies.

Both lying down, their massive doughy guts rise high into the air, they faces blocked with such a mountainous beast in the way. Their guts sagging down, it spreads across the bed as it squishes all in its path, the other's gut the only thing stopping the encroachment. Ozymandias more top heavy, his gut rises higher, Gilgamesh's pushed back by Ozymandias' stomach. It spreads out further, more of his gelatin like thighs covered. Gilgamesh more bottom heavy, his thighs are far more dimpled and roly poly than Ozymandias's, both of his legs squishing and pressing against each other down to his knees despite his legs spread wide. Gilgamesh's titanic ass covered under his massive weight, the mass of it still pool out from under him, the definitionless ass pushing him up. Both of their entire bodies lacking much definition, if any, their feet appear sunken into their gigantic calves.

Ritsuka unwrapping the chocolate, he carries it in a massive tray, delicately carrying it in his hands as he squeezes his way onto the bed in-between them. Jammed in-between both of them, Ritsuka takes his time in being careful, unwilling to receive another earful from stepping on either of their rolling hills of fat. Huffing, the friction and pushback great, Ritsuka sighs as he reaches past their guts.

Finally face to face, Ozymandias' and Gilgamesh's necks are a pool of rolls, the sagging spare tire for a neck spreading out. Their breasts fall back into their face, Ritsuka having to move them out of the way for the.. Their jowls jutting out and sagging, they dig into their pillow.

Both of them spotting Ritsuka, they groan as it signifies chocolate.

"Hurry up mongrel," Gilgamesh huffs, opening his mouth.

"Your pharaoh demands sustenance," Ozymandias whines, his tongue lolling out.

Ritsuka smiles as he reaches for the chocolate. Ready to feed them, he pauses.

They both glare at him, their eyes squishing against the fat on their cheeks.

"Say please," Ritsuka demands, placing the chocolate by their lips but not going further.

"A king needn't ask permission from a mongrel," Gilgamesh retorts, huffing as he tries to reach for the chocolate, unable to.

"I concede, my mage," Ozymandias groans out. "May you begin?" He sighs as Ritsuka offer him his chocolate, fondling over him and rubbing his gut as he hands him even more chocolate.

"Of course. Anything for my pharaoh," Ritsuka coos, pinching Ozymandias' nipples.

Gilgamesh watching from the side, he grinds his teeth. "Fine! Hand over the chocolate mongrel, please,"

"Good enough," Turning back, Ritsuka reaches down into the basket, handing a piece of chocolate to Gilgamesh.

The taste dancing on his tongue, he huffs as he only craves yet more. Ozymandias is in the same state, his breaths coming out staggered.

"Now, who are good obedient kings? You two should be happy that a master as great as me is offering all their time to feed such hungry servants such as yourselves" Ritsuka jokes as he rubs both of their heads. Both of them unwilling to retort with the threat of less chocolate, Ritsuka is happy to finally be in charge of both of the proud kings.

#my writing #fat grand order #fat!gilgamesh #fat!ozymandias #really need to focus on wg content at times but i just live writing the other stuff too ajdnsns #added some extra chub content

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imaginedisish · 5 years

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Take On Me (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Sex Education)

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE OMG. OKAY UMMMM THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS. I KINDA CRIED BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL SO AMAZING. ANYWAY...here’s some smut :) hehehehe! This was SUPER requested. The title is based on the Aha song of the same name. My friends tell me I look like the girl who dances to this song in that vine...so if you ever wanna know what I look like, I kinda look like her??? ANYWAY... I hope you alllll enjoy :) Thank you for all the love and support <3 xxxxx (oh and Colin Ritman smut is up next LOL BYE)

Summary: You and Otis decide that it’s time to take things to the next step in your relationship....for the first time...SMUT!

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. language...fluff...yeppers.

Word Count: 2,124

Also...I made a part two that I’ll link here!

You walk down the road, your hand in his, giggling, talking about anything and everything that comes to your mind. Your yellow sundress sways in the wind, a smile plastered across your face.

“I mean you’re lying if you say you wouldn’t kill to go back to 1979 and see Joy Division live!” Otis says, his ocean eyes glowing in the moonlight. You stare into them, drowning wave after wave.

“Well sure, but what about Lou and Bowie?” You say back, arching a brow in Otis’s direction. He nods, agreeing. “You rather see Joy Division, don’t you?” You ask, laughing a bit. You knew when Otis was holding something back from you. You could see it in his eyes, or simply in the way he held himself. He gets fidgety and restless.

“O-okay w-well m-maybe. Yes. I’d rather see Joy Division,” Otis says finally, an apologetic smile spreading across his face.

He was too cute to even care that he disagreed with you. “Oh well,” You say, pausing, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I guess I just have better taste than you.” You giggle loudly.

“Guess I’ll just have to accept that my girlfriend is far cooler than I ever will be,” Otis says back, throwing his hands up to meet yours, grabbing them softly. He plants a kiss on your forehead, and you hum with pleasure. It was little moments like these that made your heart sing, no matter how innocent or small.

You two continuing walking, your hand still in his. Otis had been your boyfriend for about two months, but you and he had been friends for much longer. Everything seemed so perfect, except for one thing.

Sex.

It wasn’t necessarily taboo in your relationship, you and Otis had talked about it before, but, you were a virgin, and so was he. Obviously, there was no problem with that. But you had both gotten to the point where you genuinely wanted each other. Otis was over his intimacy issues, thanks to you, and you felt like you were ready to take your relationship to the next step.

You see Otis’s house up a head, the massive, red, Queen Anne style home still vibrant in the dark of night. A few lights are still on inside the house, but it was likely that Otis’s mother had gone to bed. It was late. Stars hang carefully in the night sky, dancing over a round, full moon. The trees sway in the crisp summer wind. Otis stops for a second, taking both your hands in his.

“Do you want to, m-maybe, c-come inside?” Otis asks nervously, biting his lip. You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that,” You say, pulling him along the path as you walk forward. He stumbles a bit, tripping over his own feet as he catches up with you. Eventually you two approach the front door.

Otis puts a finger to his lips, cautioning you to be quiet. You nod your head in response. Otis slowly opens the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The door creeks loudly, and Otis’s turquoise eyes fling open widely, filling with anxiety. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth immediately after, trying to suppress your laughter. Normally, sneaking around was “sexy”, but not with Otis. He was so adorable, so cute.

“Now that’s not fair. My sneaking skills are quite good, ya know,” Otis whispers, a smirk plastered on his face. You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. Then, Otis grabs your hand, pulling you swiftly into the dimly light house. He shuts the door behind you, and guides you up the stairs and into his room.

You somehow successfully reach Otis’s room without banging into anything, or worse, waking his mother up. He closes the door to his room, and slides the brass lock into place.

Your eyes gloss over his room. His bed sat in the center of the attic like space, the walls covered in different band posters. You spot a giant Joy Division poster next to his bed, and a The Stranglers poster right next to that.

On the other side of the room was a bookcase, holding Otis’s extensive collection of records and books. You walk over to the case, scanning to see which records he had. Not to your surprise, the boy had everything from Arcade Fire, to Arctic Monkeys, to the Beatles, to Nirvana.

The room screamed Otis. It was a perfect personification of his personality, and you loved it.

Otis smiles at you softly, grabbing your hand again, and walking you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the twin mattress, and you sit down next to him. Otis looks deeply into your eyes, his aquamarine gaze filling your stomach with excitement. Your heart flutters in your chest.

“I know that we’ve been talking a lot about…” Otis trails off. He swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bopping in his throat. “W-well about sex. If you don’t feel comfortable with this I completely unders-,”

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “I want this, Otis. I really do.”

“A-are you sure?” He asks, arching a brow.

“Yes, I’m positive.”

Without any hesitation, Otis’s hands come up to cup your cheeks, and he pulls you into a hungry kiss. His tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for permission to enter. You part your lips slightly, as his tongue dances across your teeth, intertwining with your tongue every now and then. You pull apart for a second, trying to catch your breath.

Otis breathes deeply as his hand brushes against your inner thigh, his eyes refusing to leave yours. You melt under his touch. He slowly moves higher, searching your eyes for permission. You nod your head eagerly in response.

His hand then makes its way closer to you core, and you whimper in anticipation. Otis slowly pushes your flowing yellow dress up.

“I know I already asked but I just want to-,”

You cut him off again. “Otis, I want you.” He nods, pushing your dress up farther. His hand slides up your thigh again, reaching towards your heat. His thumb begins to brush against your clit over your panties, getting faster each second.

A muffled moan escapes your lips. Otis smirks, and stops. You send a disapproving frown in his direction, but to your delight, Otis slowly begins to pull at the hem of your panties. He takes his time as he gets down on the floor, and slips them off your legs.

You decide it’s time to turn the tables a bit. Your hand reaches across Otis’s thigh as he sits back up on the bed. You begin to palm him through his jeans.

“F-fuck,” Otis groans loudly. You quickly put a single finger up to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. His mother is most likely just down the hall, you think to yourself.

Otis nods, and you continue to palm his shaft through his blue jeans, his erection growing. You slowly unzip his pants, undo his belt and pull down his jeans. You reach down to continue palming him, but he grabs your hand before you can do anything else.

“No. My turn to make you feel good,” Otis says, pushing you down on the bed. You’re shocked at Otis’s sudden confidence, but pleased nonetheless. He pulls your yellow sundress over your head, revealing your lacy bra underneath.

“My god you're gorgeous.” Heat rises to your cheeks.

Otis’s hand travels across your chest, down your stomach, finally resting on your heat. He begins to play with your clit again, circling the spot slowly with his thumb.

“O-otis,” You call out, your eyes falling shut, a fire beginning to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Do you like that?” Otis asks, rubbing faster now. You open your eyes, nodding your head up and down eagerly.

“Y-yes,” You mutter. You had touched yourself before, but this felt so much different. It felt amazing. Suddenly, you feel Otis’s finger slide over your wet opening. He looks to you for permission once again. “Y-yes please.” He does as you say, sliding a finger into your opening.

“Tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t,” Otis says, his eyes wide with concern.

“H-holy shit,” You cry out, pleasure washing over you. Otis shushes you politely, a smirk stretching across his face. “Th-this f-feels r-really g-good.”

The feeling of Otis’s finger filling you up, and his thumb toying with your clit begins to become overwhelming. You were seconds away from coming, and you knew it.

“O-otis, I think I’m going t-to,” You stutter as Otis picks up his pace, inserting another finger, the sensation itself practically sending you over the edge. He thrusts become even faster. In, out, in out, in out.

“Shuuuush, let go love,” Otis coos. Your walls flutter around his fingers.

“F-fuck! Otis!” You shout, coming around his fingers. Otis lessens his pace, and pulls out of you. “M-my god that was a-amazing.” You laugh, pulling Otis closer to you. “I want you, Otis. I need you.” Otis’s jaw drops. He quickly reaches over to the nightstand next to him, grabbing a condom from the drawer. He unwraps the packaging, slowly slipping the condom over his hard cock.

You hurriedly pull off his shirt, kissing him passionately at any chance you get. You yank down Otis’s boxers, revealing his hard member. Otis takes his erected cock into his hand, looking to your eyes one more time for permission. You nod your head in response as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Suddenly, Otis’s cock fills pushes through your folds and inside of you.

“Oh sh-shit,” Otis mutters, burying his head in your neck, and then pushing himself up again.

“H-holy f-fuck,” You cry out, tears rushing to your eyes. You knew it would feel different than fingering yourself, or how Otis had just fingered you, but this was different than what you expected. It hurt, but just for a second. After some time, the pain began to subside. Otis waits a minute, making sure you’ve adjusted to his size.

“A-are you alright?” Otis asks, brushing your cheek with his hand.

“Y-yes,” You mutter.

“Are you sure. We can stop if you don’t want to go any further,” Otis says, his voice kind and reassuring.

“No, I want this. I want you,” You say back to him, passion in your eyes. Otis nods, and begins to thrust in and out of you gently. The pain erases itself, and is replaced by total and utter pleasure. “F-fuck Otis.”

“(Y/N),” Otis hums as he quickens his pace. His cock was hard. It felt so good. “M-my g-god you’re so f-fucking wet,” Otis coos. His words alone could make you come.

Otis’s hand reaches down to your clit, and he begins to toy with it again. You dig your fingernails into his back, practically ready to scream in pleasure as he draws circles at your heat. Otis begins to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming extremely sloppy.

“I’m, I’m g-going to c-come,” Otis cries out shakily as a fire pools in your lower abdomen.

“M-me too,” You breath heavily. Your walls tighten around Otis’s pulsating cock. “Otis!” You cry out, coming around him.

“Oh-oh fuck,” Otis moans, letting go, thrusting deeply into you one last time.

Otis pulls out of your opening, crashing down on the bed, next to you. You lay there for some time, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s company.

“That was…” You trail off. “Absolutely perfect.” You turn on your side to face Otis. He’s beaming with joy. He reaches a hand to your face, pushing the hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah, just like you,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the covers over you two.

“I love you, Otis,” You whisper into his ear.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Otis murmurs. Your eyes flutter closed, and open again, becoming heavy with sleep. You press your face into Otis’s chest, pressing kisses there.

“You know you aren’t just some guy in the corner, right? You’re special. You’re so fucking special,” You say, looking up to him. His diamond eyes meet your gaze.

“And you know you’re more important and more beautiful than every star in the galaxy, right?” You smile against his chest, pressing a kiss on his collarbone.

You really did love that boy, far more than words could ever say.

Far more than anything else.

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chaoticgothicwiccanchik · 4 years

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Hey guys I was wondering if you could help me find a fanfic I was reading but never got to finish/it was not completed yet. Here's some information on it.

I found it on Archive of Our Own (Ao3) but it could be in other places.

It's a crossover between the Avengers/MCU and Supernatural.

Sam Winchester and Tony Stark/Iron Man positive. Very critical of Dean Winchester and Steve Rogers/Captain America. (I first found it under the Abusive Dean Winchester tag but it is no longer there. I think the author may have changed it and am hoping the story was not deleted because I found it very interesting.)

Set sometime AFTER Sam Wilson/Falcon joined the team but BEFORE Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch. JARVIS is still alive. In Supernatural it is set right after Gadreel leaves Sam/is forcefully expelled/Season 9.

I remember Clint Barton/Hawkeye being VERY disapproving of Dean letting Gadreel possess Sam without his permission. It reminded him of Loki and he was very not cool with it.

The two universes are separated, it's implied that God/Chuck sent them (the Winchesters and Castiel) to the Avengers universe. They think this because Sam hears a voice, Castiel and Dean did not hear the voice and are very suspicious. Sam didn't think anything of it because he thought they all heard it. The voice basically told Sam to be happy or find peace/something similar.

There was a part where JARVIS was basically giving Sam therapy. Sam told him almost everything and JARVIS told Sam the Apocalypse was not his fault.

Steve/Cap did not understand why Dean letting Gadreel possess Sam was a big deal because Dean did it to save Sam's life and it was out of brotherly love. (I think his thoughts imply he would do the same for Bucky.)

There is a part from Natasha/Black Widow's point of view where she is very dismissive of Tony's worries and concerns about another alien invasion. She was speaking to Bruce Banner/Hulk while thinking/talking about this. Natasha thinks Tony is fascinated by the alien technology rather than worried. She does not believe he has PTSD.

Caatiel was at first insistent Sam be placed with Dean (the brothers are on different floors because they are working through issues) but soon came around to understand Sam's point of view. He was sort of patronizing, believing Sam would make bad decisions without his brother's influence.

At one point in the story Tony tells Steve to leave him alone for a night because he is making (or ordering?) a special dinner for Pepper. I can't remember if it was their anniversary or Valentine's day but I think anniversary. Anyways, Steve ignores it and calls Pepper and Tony down. It was for some security issue having to do with Sam and Dean and the floors they were on I think. (They were not allowed to leave the floors or something and Pepper was needed to sign some papers I think.)

Dean flirted with one of the guards at one point who was either asexual/aromantic or a lesbian. She was wearing a pride flag button on her uniform but Dean did not understand what it meant. When she is reassigned to Sam's floor she speaks with Sam and he understands about pride flags.

There is a moment where Sam and Dean talk and I think Sam mentions dreams he has where Dean is hurting him instead of Lucifer. Basically Dean is forced to face the truth about his abusive/controlling behavior and later gets drunk. This is also how Pepper sees him when she is evaluating whether or not to let him have more access to the tower or something. Steve also takes this the wrong way and thinks SAM is the one in the wrong because how Steve saw it was Sam comparing Dean to the Devil. (Sam did not tell Dean he was the Devil, Sam said that in his dreams Dean hurts him just as bad as Lucifer and says they both make him feel the same way.)

There is part where Dean, Steve and a few of the other Avengers (maybe Castiel too? I forgot) go out to a bar and Dean tells HIS version of events and says Sam was in Hell. He does not tell the others that Sam got there by sacrificing himself so the world would continue. He implies or says the Apocalypse is all Sam's fault. Thor later asks Castiel how Sam went to Hell when he thought it was the place bad mortals go. Castiel explains WHY Sam did it and implores Thor to be open-minded. Thor and Sam talk about it.

Steve/Cap is very annoyed Sam and Dean can't just get along and doesn't at all understand Sam's side. He constantly compares Sam and Dean to him and Bucky (in his mind mostly). There's one part where Steve, Sam/Falcon and Clint (maybe more but those are who I remember) are talking with Dean (this is directly before Sam & Dean's talk I mentioned earlier) and Steve talks about his misunderstanding of the events. I think it is Sam/Falcon (so hard when two people are named Sam lol) who tells him he must be more understanding. He doesn't really change his opinion that much.

Sam and Dean at one point have an argument in the tower's garage. Rhodey/War Machine and Tony are watching.

I think 16 happens after they get back from a restaurant. The other two notice Sam does not like the smell of meat (or maybe a certain kind of meat?) because of his reactions while eating in the tower and choose their meals accordingly. (It also might be Bruce/Hulk instead of Rhodey or Tony who goes with him to the restaurant and witnesses the argument but I'm not sure.)

I remember reading in the Author's Notes that they maybe planned to take this story all the way to Civil War.

That's all I can remember for now. Please link me this story if you can help. I really liked it and was hoping the author would finish it. I'm hoping the tags just got messed up or the author moved to another site. Maybe the author changed it because they no longer views the Dean in the story abusive. I was looking to add this story to my bookmarks and subscriptions even if it hasn't been updated since I last saw it. I really want to reread it too.

I so rarely find fics that critique a character while still keeping them in the realm of possibility. I could believe Dean and Steve would act this way if confronted with this situation. I also live fics where Sam sticks up for himself or someone sticks up for Sam.

One last thing: SAM WINCHESTER DID NOT START THE APOCALYPSE!!! lol sorry but I hate how some people act like it's all Sam's fault. I dislike how people seem to gloss over Dean consenting FOR Sam and just excusing it because Dean was trying to SAVE Sam. I don't care. Sam did not consent to Gadreel entering his body. It was a horrible, gross violation. Obviously something had to happen to get the story going again but Dean was wrong. Sam said NO and no means NO! Dean tricked Sam because he knew Sam would say no. After watching Dean get possessed by Michael I think he would reconsider letting Sam get possessed again.

Sorry,none of that was important regarding the story. I just wanted to give my opinion.

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599.

Questions based off episodes in the Brit TV show Misfits. (Episode 1) 1. Have you ever been on probation or had to do community service for a crime you committed? >> I was put on probation when I was thirteen. I didn’t actually commit a crime, though. It was really just an incredibly fucked up situation. (Sometimes I have to remind myself that considering some of the shit I had to deal with during the most formative years of my existence, I really could have turned out a lot worse. Smh) 2. What would you do if you were in a situation where nobody believed you and it was critical they did? Or if you have been in this type of situation before, what happened? >> I think about that a lot because that’s a pretty common plot device in media. I have no idea what I would do, but one thing I do know is... you can’t make other people see what you see. Sometimes you just gotta do as much as you can yourself and let everyone else do whatever they do. 3. Have you ever been stuck in some sort of severe weather? Were you injured or did you get out fine? >> Not to my recollection. I’ve seen some pretty bad storms, but nothing that directly affected me and my safety. 4. Would you go back in time if it allowed you to save even one person? >> I can’t take time travel hypotheticals with any sort of seriousness, sorry. 5. Have you ever been mistreated by someone in a position of authority? >> Sure.

6. What would you do if your parents kicked you out of your house, saying that you couldn’t return unless you improved yourself? Would you try to get on their good side again, or would you figure it isn’t worth the time? >> I was kicked out of the house, but there was no conditions on it. It was pretty final. I’ve tried to have an adult relationship with my father, but it’s impossible because he apparently just... doesn’t like me as a person. *shrug* (Episode 2) 1. Have you ever done volunteer work in an elderly home? Do you like being around around the elderly, or do you find it repulsive? >> I have not. The way I feel about the elderly is the way I feel about every other variety of human -- I like some, I don’t like some, but they’re all just people, either way. 2. If your parents are separated/widowed/divorced, have they ever dated anyone else? Do you mind that they date other people, or does it bother you? Have they ever dated someone you really disliked but they didn’t listen to your opinion? >> --- 3. Would you ever date someone significantly older than you? Or have you ever been attracted to something significantly older than you in the past? How did it end up? How significantly older? >> I have been in relationships with people significantly older than me (15+ years). Obviously, I’m not still in those relationships, so it ended up... nowhere? 4. Who would you turn to if you unexpectedly found yourself homeless? Or would you try to deal with the situation on your own? >> I’ve been homeless many times and there was no one to turn to. I just dealt with it myself. 5. Would you want to ability to read peoples’ minds if you had no control over who’s mind you read and when you read it? >> Absolutely fucking not. Haven’t you seen True Blood? 6. Have you ever flirted with someone over the internet with no idea of what kind of person they were? >> I mean, probably? (Episode 3) 1. If you were in a hypothetical situation where you had to dispose of a body, do you think you’d succeed or get caught? >> How would I know? I can’t even imagine that kind of situation, aside from in some kind of lurid, unrealistic Movie Magic sort of way -- since I’ve only ever encountered that kind of situation in fiction. 2. If you had the power to influence any boy/girl into liking you, do you think you’d enjoy it or hate it knowing that all their feelings are superficial? >> Why the fuck would I even want to do that to another individual. 3. Have you ever lied about who you were over the internet? Did you have a specific reason for doing so, or was it just for fun? >> Nah. I’ve affected confidence or authority, and I’ve exaggerated aspects of myself for various purposes (usually comedic ones), but I don’t recall flat-out lying about anything. I’ve considered doing it just to see what it felt like, but honestly, it just doesn’t seem like an interesting thing to do. 4. Have you ever used a credit card or money that wasn’t yours to buy something without permission to do so? >> No. 5. If you were in a situation where you wanted to date someone, but you knew you could never touch them, how would you handle it? Would you even try to make it work? >> This kind of situation doesn’t bother me because I’m already touch-sensitive/touch-averse. It would actually take a lot of pressure off me. 6. Have you ever known someone who went missing without explanation? Were they ever found, or did they ever come back? >> No. (Episode 4) 1. If your boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend were in jail, would you go back in time to keep them out of it? >> What the hell... (See, I did watch this show once -- the first couple of seasons, anyway, before I forgot about it and never picked it back up -- but I don’t remember any of it anymore. I didn’t know time travel featured that heavily, lol.) 2. Have you ever been caught in possession of illegal drugs? >> No. 3. Have you ever damaged something in a public place? Did you get away with it or were you forced to pay for the damages? >> No. 4. Do you ever take “samples” from bulk candy or food bins? >> No. 5. Have you ever had two relationships at once? Was it on purpose? How did you work things out? >> Yeah. It was on purpose, yes. There was nothing to work out, when it came to that -- both parties knew and one of them was okay with it (the other said they were okay with it but then wasn’t later). 6. If you go to clubs or party, do you ever use drugs to “enhance” the experience? >> Not for that specifically. When I was doing drugs, I just did them... all the time. Party or no party. Now, I just drink. (Episode 5) 1. Have you ever been romantically involved with an authority figure? Could you ever see yourself in this kind of situation, or would you avoid something like this completely? >> No. I can’t imagine being in that situation, no. 2. Would you ever fake affection for someone in order to get information from them, or maybe to make someone else feel jealous? >> No. 3. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt too guilty to break up with someone? How long did it go on like that? >> More like I felt like I had made a decision and I should stick by it. Sunk-cost fallacy, too, kind of. But, you know, sometimes you just make dumb decisions. It’s all right to admit that and stop the snowball before it gets too far down the mountain... 4. If you found a boy/girl you REALLY liked, but knew they had a baby or a young child, would you still try to pursue something with them, knowing the burden that it could entail? Or would you try to find someone else? >> None of this is even applicable to me. 5. How far would you go to protect your closest friends? >> *shrug* 6. Have you ever accidentally found an embarrassing or extremely personal picture or video on someone else’s phone? >> No. (Episode 6) 1. Have you ever had any kind of interaction with a cult? What kind of interaction was it? Or have you ever been involved with a cult? What made you decide to leave? >> I mean, the Church of Scientology had them e-meter tables set up all over Manhattan, they were pretty impossible to avoid. I’m pretty good at evading people who want to take my money, though. 2. If someone were to start brainwashing people into refraining from drinking, smoking, doing drugs, having sex, and to dress more modestly, would you approve or disapprove? >> I would not approve. 3. Do you think it’s better to do a lot of wild things, such as taking drugs, partying heavily, having sex, etc., or do you think it’s better if people try to be a little more modest? >> I think it’s best if people get to live their lives without having to deal with my -- anyone’s -- unsolicited judgement of it. 4. What would you do if your friends started going through drastic personality changes into people they were completely unlike before? Would you confront them about it? How about if the changes were good changes? >> I have no idea what I would do. I might point it out a couple of times, in case they’re just unaware of some spiral they’re on or something, but after that I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. Ultimately, it’s not up to me what they do, and if I still consider them my friend, I guess I’d just continue to be that until I don’t want to anymore. 5. What would you do if someone close to you, (it could be a friend, significant other or relative), had died but suddenly came back from the dead? How would you handle something like that? >> Well, obviously I’d freak the fuck out because nothing about this reality has suggested that that was even possible until that very moment. So I’m completely unprepared, for one, and for another, what is the nature of the resurrection? Is it more Night of the Living Dead or more New Testament? Is this person going to be able to reassume their previously-vacated place in the world, or is shit gonna get real fucking complicated from now on? Too many variables, man. 6. Have you ever jumped or fallen off a roof? Were you injured? >> No.

#surveys #survey #themed survey

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aiimaginesbts · 6 years

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Don’t Spill (M)

A fic for Jin’s birthday!

Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning: Rough sex, spanking

Word count: 4,180 words

A/N: Another fic of Jin playing a wicked game with the reader. Maybe I should make a series out of these lol.

Disclaimer/Copyright

"Really now?"

"Really," you insist, slowly backing away as he advances forwards. "How am I supposed to know that Hoseok was coming with you?"

"Mmm," he hums softly, acknowledging your point. "Still, you didn't have to answer the door looking like that, did you?"

You look down at yourself. The normal oversized shirt you wear around the house is not out of the norm, but this particular one is white and translucent. It's no wonder that Hoseok's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you opened the door earlier. With the afternoon sunlight shining through the door and basking you in it, you wonder what they saw. Simply the silhouette of your figure? Or did they see the outline of your breasts through your shirt? Or even your nipples, straining against the material at the thought of your boyfriend coming home? Did they see your panties, slowly getting damp from your arousal without even being touched? Endless possibilities race through your mind as you think of an answer to Jin's question.

Of course there is only course of action with Jin; the truth. You and Jin know no other way than to always be honest with each other. Always. This time is no exception. "I've been waiting for you to come home," your confession comes out soft and sheepish.

"Like this?" He repeats. "For everyone to see?" A gasp escapes your lips when you feel a sharp, horizontal edge poking against your back and your hands fly back to grip it reflexively. Without you realising it, he has backed you to the end of your dining table and he is still closing in on you. "Hoseok has no business seeing you like this," his voice is a low rumble as his mouth travels the length of your neck to your ear. After a long pause, Hoseok left in a hurry, stuttering a mumbled excuse that none of you can make sense of, at which point Jin turned towards you, eyes burning with passion and a little displeasure at his friend seeing you this way. Jin has absolute faith in you, but that doesn't mean that he isn't possessive. And when he gets the opportunity assert his dominance over you, he uses it well. "No one else should see you like this," he confirms, pressing into you, forcing your body to bend backwards from the force. He is relishing the soft pillows of your breasts pressing against his chest, but isn't enough. Nowhere near enough. Not for him. Not for you.

"You are mine," he growls into the shell of your ear as his hand drags from your hips up to the sides of your rib cage, sliding your thin shirt up along with it. "Mine and mine only. Am I right?"

Jin is so mean. He knows that he is right, but it is a sport for him to make you say it. It seems that he is determined to bring you out of your reserved shell whenever he can, in every way possible. As if it is not enough that he reduces you into a begging, trembling puddle of need every time he has his way with you. "Yes," you murmur softly against his dark hair.

"Yes, what?" He demands.

"I'm yours," you groan as a large hand cups your breast, thumb flicking against a sensitive nipple. "Only yours."

"So when Hoseok saw you like this..." his reprimand ends with a disapproving tsk-tsk, but it is difficult for you to feel scolded when he is teasing your tip into a rigid peak. Until he pulls his torso back, relieving you of part of his weight, and his other hand flies to grip your chin, forcing you to look into his darkened eyes. "Or do you want him to see you like this?"

"No!" The distance he has put between you allows your brain to function well enough to insist adamantly. Not being the sort to wear revealing clothes or show too much skin, the idea of anyone but your boyfriend seeing you like Hoseok did earlier embarrasses you to no end. Already you are dreading the next time you see him, wondering how you will manage to meet his eyes when he has seen you in something that leaves so little to the imagination.

"Hmm," Jin's hum sounds thoughtful, but he drops the issue of one of his close friends seeing you like this for now, to your relief. Both of you know that he loves and trusts you too much to keep you in the doghouse for too long when he is well aware it wasn't intentional. "So why have you been waiting for me to come home like this? You look good enough to eat."

He knows perfectly well why you are wearing something simple yet capable of seducing him. It is your own wicked way to subtly tell him what you want without actually saying it. You should have known that he will not let you get away without uttering the words. "Because I miss you. I haven't seen you in like two weeks," your soft answer is almost inaudible, but Jin's sharp ears do not miss a word.

For a moment, he sobers up from your confession. "I'm sorry love. It's work." Words meant to placate you, but you do not need them in the first place. You completely understand that both of you have lives outside of each other, and you are not so dependent that your world revolves around him. You only want him to know that even though you may not need him, you want him around. That his presence was missed.

"I don't mind." The corners of your mouth curl upwards into a smile, letting him know that you are not upset with him in the least. "I just miss you, is all."

Worries laid to rest, Jin switches back to his teasing persona. "Do you miss me, or do you miss this?" Without warning, he bucks his hips against yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you when the stiffness on the front of his jeans slides against your thinly clothed core.

"Both," you breathe truthfully.

"Hmm, I don't know," his tone is laced with mocking doubt.

Narrowed eyes meet his smouldering ones, knowing full well what he is up to. Jin is in a challenging mood. You are destined to lose, but not without putting up a fight. Although unsure which part of him that he doubts that you miss, you address the former, applying force through your palms on the surface of the table to push yourself up and against him. Fists bunch into the material of his shirt and you look up at him through your lashes, putting on a winning smile as you say, "I miss you all the time, Jin." Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against his in a sweet but non-invasive kiss, conveying to him that you do miss your boyfriend in his entirety, not just for his cock.

“Good, ‘cause I missed you too,” his words whispered against your lips are as tender as his hands on your waist, holding you as if you are a precious, fragile china doll. Until you catch his plump lower lip between your teeth as he breaks the kiss and remind him of his hard-wired instinct to put you in your place in these situations. “That is not going to prove anything,” he snarls.

So he wants you to prove that you miss him, does he? Flashing a smirk full of confidence at your boyfriend, you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head without much resistance from him. Keeping your eyes on his darkening ones, you let your hands do the exploring on their own, guided by the planes of his upper body muscles, admiring his hard chest before you finally look away to revere him with your mouth. Kisses and light nips are showered from the crook of his neck, tracing his prominent collarbones down to his nipple. A sharp intake of breath that he does not manage to conceal when your wet tongue makes contact gives you an exhilarating surge of power, and you take full advantage of it. It does not take long for the tiny bud to harden underneath your hot muscle, but you keep laving it with your tongue for a while before giving the other one the same treatment, enjoying the way his body grows taut as he pretends to be unaffected.

Swiftly so he does not get a chance to stop you, you undo the button and zipper of his jeans. After tugging them down to his ankles, he is only left with his boxers. His erection that is barely contained by the flimsy piece of clothing feels unbelievably good against your soaking core, so you grasp his firm buttocks, pressing him against you tightly, your desire and drive to rise to his challenge making you utterly shameless. Head buzzing from the pleasure of dry humping him, you lose track of your primary objective, unaware of how much time has passed until Jin’s deep groan snaps you back to your senses.

Inwardly berating yourself for letting your arousal take over your senses, you sink down to your knees, taking care not to bump your back against the table. You cannot help the saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight right in front of your eyes. Even covered with his underwear, Jin’s cock is so hard it almost looks painful. Lifting your head up ever so slightly, you look at him through your eyelashes, intending to ask for his permission but all you can see is his closed eyelids as he takes deep breaths to calm himself, so you decide to go ahead and proceed. With a satisfied smirk and one determined tug, his last piece of clothing joins his jeans. The faint scent of him that has been wafting through the material is now all the more potent without it, making you dizzy with growing need.

Although your actual goal is to arouse him, you find your own breath growing heavy as you inch closer and closer to him. The kittenish licks you lace over the tip of his cock can be misconstrued as teasing, which is a plus in this situation, but you are really just trying not to let your insatiable hunger for him show too obviously. You still have a little pride left in you after all. However, your ego can only carry you so far, for all too soon you cannot help but give in to your desire, your mouth enveloping the head before slowly swallowing the rest of him. Bit by bit you move in, taking more and more of him, moving closer and closer until you hit the base. The needy groan sounding from above you, unsuccessfully smothered is well worth having to fight the urge to gag. You remain there until it becomes too much, until you regretfully are forced to pull back.

Only to seize a few gulps of well-needed oxygen, and then you are going in again. And again. His skin under your tongue is hot with lust, the precum dripping from its end a slightly salty treat for your throat and you enjoy every bit of it. Your hands grip his thighs to keep balance as your mouth does all the work, every dip into him growing more intense. From simply taking him into the warm recesses of your mouth, then adding your tongue to swirl all over him, next sucking in your cheeks, to swallowing around him. Over and over, more and more, until you are forcibly pulled off of him and hauled to your feet.

A squeal that is short and a little painful on your overworked throat escapes you when he swiftly turns you around and presses your upper body into the table. His voice growling into your ear is raspy, “I think there is a better place you’d prefer me to finish in.” Having the non-existent breath knocked out of you when your chest hit the surface of the table, you can only let out a breathy gasp when he pulls your shirt up to the middle of your back before pulling your panties down with one decisive yank.

“Already soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he states with proud satisfaction. You know that he is looking at your dripping pussy even if you cannot see him behind you, and the thought makes you squirm, from embarrassment or arousal, you have no idea. Perhaps both. But instead of sinking his cock into you like you want him to, he slams two long fingers inside your heat. Even so, it is enough to make you moan in pleasure. The squelching sounds that your sopping pussy is making every time he pushes his fingers into you is almost as embarrassing as the sight you know you are offering him, especially when his free hand gropes your ass cheek, spreading you further apart so he can watch his fingers pleasuring you. Jin knows just how to push your buttons, driving you up the wall with every calculated movement. His fingers curl to scrape against the sensitive spot inside you every time he moves, and your breathing grows even shallower although there is no longer anything blocking your airway. It does not help when he leans down to press his chest against your back, and his sinful mouth against your ear, whispering dirty words and challenging questions that you cannot refute, because his words are true and you want him to follow through with each threat that falls into your ear and hits you all the way to your throbbing core.

“Just how much do you miss me, hmm? Look at you, already panting like a good little puppy, just wanting to come. Maybe I should tie you up and play with you until you can’t move anymore,” he continues to pour oil into the already smouldering embers of your desire, just waiting for you to combust into a raging bonfire of ecstasy. Closing your eyes, you whimper as you approach his goal, your legs starting to shake as your walls tremble from your impending orgasm. But just before you can reach it, Jin cruelly pulls out of you completely.

Your cries increase in volume with frustration at being left high and dry. His amused, hearty chuckle blowing the strands of your hair is not making you feel any better, only serving to incense you even further. Unfortunately his oppressing yet reassuring weight is still keeping you down, preventing you from turning around and exacting your revenge on him. “You want my dick so much, but can you take it?” The question comes out in several raspy breaths, telling you that he is not as unaffected as he wants you to believe.

“I can,” you pant back, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, making you whole again after so long.

“Hmm.” That thoughtful hum vibrates a little too deliciously against your hungry body, but it soon disappears when he lifts himself up, pushing away from you. Before you can utter a word of protest, he warns, “Wait here, my little pet.” Being partially obedient, you reason to yourself, you turn your head to follow his leisurely stroll while keeping yourself plastered onto the table, but it is useless as he enters the confines of the kitchen and out of your sight. Resting your head on the wooden surface, you close your eyes to try and focus on the sounds that he is making, actively trying to ignore the pitiful throbbing of your abandoned center. Of course the latter wins out in the end, and you are left clenching your walls around nothing, not noticing Jin until he returns to his previous position behind you.

Two transparent glasses filled to the brim with water set close to each of your hands are met with confusion. “Let’s play a game.” The short time away from you has allowed him to regain a little of his composure, lending him the playful tone you know he employs when he is about to engage you in one of his one-sided games that always turns you into a puddle of wanton mess. Still, you only wait curiously as he slides the glasses closer and coaxes your hands to wrap around them. “I’ll give my pet what she wants, since she said she can take my cock, but she can’t spill one drop.”

“That’s—“ before you can finish filing your complaint, he nudges your legs even further away from each other so he can settle between them more comfortably and pushes himself into you. Just the pressure exerted by the head of his cock pushing insistently against you is enough to cut short any protests you may have, and the subsequent stretch of your walls by the rest of him leaves you moaning helplessly, even though he is entering you at a glacial pace. Only when he is buried to the hilt inside you do you remember the glasses, but he has gone in so slowly that nothing has spilled.

A sigh of relief released from you is correctly interpreted. “Looks like you’re doing well so far, love,” he praises, running the very tips of his fingers along your back, sending shivers down your spine at the contact. “Let’s see how long you can last.” With that, he withdraws, only to ram back into you so forcefully you would have fallen down if you are not bent over the table. As it is, you slide forward, helplessly watching the liquid slosh all over your hands with wide eyes as you grunt from the impact.

“That’s unfair,” you cry out, but Jin’s games has never been fair. On the other hand, the punishments he doles out always tamper down your complaints, because he knows as well as you do that you love them more than you will ever admit. This time is no exception. A loud crack followed by a surprised squeal echoes throughout the room, and you can feel your ass tingling from his slap.

“Don’t spill,” he repeats, but his next thrust into you is just as powerful as the last, if not more, and you cannot stop the water from spilling any more than you can prevent the moan escaping past your lips. Each thrust is followed by a sound smack on your plump flesh, but they only serve to make you wetter, only cause your moans to grow louder, only lead you closer to your peak. In a desperate attempt to win at the game, you lift the glasses in the air, resting your upper body weight on your elbows, but it is of no use. Jin’s thrusts are too hard to be withstood. The grip of his other hand squeezes your waist, bruising your skin as he feels you tighten every time he pushes into you, every time a blow lands on your buttocks. “Are you actually enjoying your punishment, you naughty pet? Do you like it when I fuck you hard? Or do you love being hit like a bad girl?”

“Both,” you sob as his rigid hardness forces your walls apart again, the friction between the two of you heightened by the sharp slap that follows. “I love both!”

“What a nasty pet I have here,” his venomous accusation is tainted by his intense lust for you. “But at least you are honest.” Completely losing against the battle of wills with himself, he uses the excuse to stop your punishment so he can hold onto you with both hands, keeping you in place as he finally gives into his own needs. In a way, this is even more difficult for you to bear. Without needing to stop to dole out your punishment, he can ram into you unimpeded, building in momentum and force, pushing you towards the edge much faster than before. It is just as well, since you have spilled so much water that less than a quarter of the glasses remain filled. Already your legs are quivering once more, the knot in your belly tightening into a swelling impossible to undo, only able to explode. And you give in to it, bursting in a mess of desperate cries and moans as your whole body shakes with the quake of your orgasm. Every ounce of energy directed towards your core, your limbs grow weak, and before you can grasp at reality one of your hands has already loosened its hold on the glass in it. A loud thunk jolts you back from the clouds Jin has rocketed you to, but you can only watch it roll off the table and shatter onto the floor.

In your panic, you senselessly slam the other glass onto the hard wooden surface of the table as your eyes follow the first one’s suicidal journey to the floor. A chilling, tight sound emanates from your palm as it cracks under the impact, but manages to remain whole. “Let go of it,” Jin’s instruction is soft and deep, and when you remain too dazed to comply, he takes it from your hand and places it away from you himself, the gesture gentle compared to the way he continues to pound into you.

“Jin, I can’t,” you sob. His hard cock scraping against your walls so rapidly just after you came is too much.

“Then, do you want me to stop?”

His tone is teasing because he knows what your answer will be. He knows full well that you would never ask him to stop. Your pitiful whimper as the overstimulation loses to another building fire inside you says it all. “I thought not,” he exhales triumphantly, tightening his hold on you so he can pound into you harder. Chasing after his own release, his thrusts become more savage, faster, pistoning so violently that edges of pain threatens to encroach upon your passion, but it only feeds your insatiable lust for him.

“Jin, Jin,” you gasp, feeling another high approaching, but instead of obliging, he stops, leaning in to bury himself deeper inside you.

“Why should I let you come again?” A query that is almost menacing, staving off your complaints. “You spilled all that water, and you even broke the glasses. Why should you be rewarded?”

“Please, Jin, let me come,” you beg shamelessly. The only thing in your mind is experiencing euphoria at his hands again, no matter the cost. “I’ll do anything!”

“Anything, huh?” Without warning, without words, he starts plowing into you again, his thrusts growing as erratic as his breathing. A hand brought down so his fingers can toy with your clit brings the fierce pleasure back with a vengeance, causing you to call out his name as he sends you hurtling down the cliff again. Your pussy clamping down on him for the second time is too much for him to take and after a few last strokes, he joins you in your hedonistic release.

If not for Jin pressing you against the table, your quaking legs would have caused you to crumple to the floor. Thankfully he knows you well enough to sense that your limbs are too weak to support you, so it is with care that he pulls away, retaining his hold on you, now firm instead of bruising to prevent you from falling and hurting yourself. Settling himself cross-legged on the floor, he fits you across his lap, raining gentle loving kisses on your face and making sure you are fine, paying more attention to the hand that was holding the cracked glass. Unable to muster the strength to tell him that you are okay, you nod reassuringly, then allow him to check for himself anyway.

Once he is convinced that all you need is a good rest, he slides an arm under your knees while the other supports your back and lifts you up with him. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, you snuggle close to him, basking in his warmth and the aftermath of your fierce lovemaking. You can hear his heartbeat when you press your ear against his chest, and even though it is still beating a tad too fast from his earlier exertion, it is still comforting. Releasing him so he can lower you into the bathtub is almost a shame, but he reassures that he will join you soon as he twists on the taps, making sure the water filling the tub is not too scalding or too cold.

“I’ll come back after I clean up the mess,” he promises, referring to the water you have spilled earlier as well as the broken glasses. Satisfied that you are taken care of for the time being, he pecks a quick kiss on your lips before looking into your bleary eyes to offer you a reminder before he makes his temporary departure. “I’ll also buy you new glasses, but don’t forget that you promised me anything I want.”

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dirtyfruit · 6 years

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no drama or debate but someone asked why i think IB is abusive so:

(tw for rape/abuse under the cut)

Some proof iron bull is abusive (there are more, these are just the immediate things I can think of off the top of my head)

- to the inquisitor: 1. At the end of his romance, if you pick the right dialogue option, he reveals he was ordered to sleep with you to manipulate you. Your inquisitor notices Bull is acting odd and asks him if he was ordered to sleep with them as part of a job, and Bull says it wasn't "JUST a job". This means that he has intentionally been using bdsm sex to control you, and that you have been having sex under false pretenses - which is, at the very bare minimum, sexual abuse. 2. It is very clear throughout the relationship that the Inquisitor doesn't have a very good idea of how BDSM relationships work. They don't even know what a safe word is, and Bull doesn't introduce one until AFTER they have sex for the first time. Which means their first BDSM session completely lacked a safe word. This is a HUGE no-no in the BDSM community, ESPECIALLY for first-time subs, where confirmation of consent and constant attention are VITAL to make sure they aren't being seriously hurt. Although he says he wouldn't do anything the Inquisitor didn't want, he's already broken that by using sex to manipulate them to begin with, and the fact he doesn't even make sure they have a safe word before they sleep together is a HUGE red flag. Ground rules need to be established BEFORE sex, NOT after, and this is for good god damn reason. 3. Bull completely controls the Inquisitor's safe word and actively discourages them from using it by praising them when it isn’t used and breaking up with them when it is. He doesn't let them choose it, first of all, which is another no-no. The safe word is all about control, making sure there's an equal exchange of power between dom and sub, and having your dom just tell you what you're going to do to prove you consent is a warning sign that they don't value your input. A safe word is an expression of consent, and having Bull PRAISE the Inquisitor for never once using the safe word is an ENORMOUS deal. Your partner should NOT praise you for not expressing a lack of consent, especially when it can be established there were a couple times they thought about it, but they "didn't want to disappoint Bull" (I believe Cole reveals this in a dialogue, saying the Inquisitor both didn't want to disappoint Bull, and that it feels good when they don't use their safe word - which, um, is not a good sign! Especially given the following!). That shows that the Inquisitor may not have actually been consenting, but was instead performing for their partner - who didn't even give them the option of a safe word until after they'd already slept together, who is actively using them for political purposes without their knowledge VIA sex, who praises them for not using the safe word, and who entirely controlled what their safe word was. 4. Bull is not willing to pursue a relationship with the Inquisitor if the Inquisitor refuses to be his sub. Again, considering this is a job for him from the Qun, it is highly likely the reason he's so adamant that you be his sub is because he wants to use his position as dom to make you think of him as someone in control of you. This allows him to manipulate you in other ways, outside of your relationship, and makes you inclined to do things that he - and, by extension, the Qun - want you to. THIS IS EMOTIONAL AND SEXUAL ABUSE. If you pursue a relationship with him, he is grooming you. He even tells you he’s manipulating you! Multiple times! His name literally means “liar”! 5. When the Inquisitor and Bull are first having sex, Bull says "last chance" after pinning the Inquisitor. Um? "Last chance" to not consent???? That's not how sex works??? Considering the lack of safe word established, the lack of ground rules - this is just another speck of him disregarding the Inquisitor's consent. He comes off as caring about how you feel and whether or not you want it, but then acts like you saying yes is a contract and you can't change your mind. This is reaffirmed by him breaking up with you if you do. 6. The first thing he says after you sleep together is how he grew up learning how to manipulate people. He tells you that he was manipulating you to give you "what you need". Yikes?? Obvious yikes?? He does this with Dorian as well, which I touch on later. It’s a habit for him to manipulate people emotionally because he thinks they “need” him, and that’s ... not good lol. - to Dorian: 1. Repeatedly discusses explicit details of their sex life in public, despite Dorian begging him to stop. This is unusual behavior for Dorian, since he doesn't mind joking about sex at all with the Inquisitor, and even discusses details of their sex life on his own with Sera (this does not change, even if the Inquisitor is Adaar). With the Inquisitor, Dorian is extremely hesitant to talk about his "relationship" with Bull, and comes off as very timid and uncertain. Another odd change of behavior from how boisterous and open he normally is - this is a man who danced with the Inquisitor on a balcony at a crowded party full of royalty, for god's sake. He outright talks about how much he loves the Inquisitor just, in the middle of public places. I think there might be ONE dialogue line where Dorian is a little cheeky with Cassandra about how he's happy with the Inquisitor, but the rest of his dialogue is very comfortable and playful when it comes to his relationship. This is not the case with him and Bull, and when you factor in other parts of their "relationship" plus the fact Dorian isn't normally shy about dating 'Qunari', it starts to become clear that it's because of how Bull, specifically, makes him feel - which is, more often than not, negative.

2. Bull and Dorian have had non-consensual sex on Dorian’s part. For at least the first 3 times they had sex, Dorian was heavily intoxicated. It's unclear how drunk Bull was, but he's shown to have a much higher tolerance than humans, and given how often he brags about how well he manipulates people, and the fact he's been sexually abusive with the Inquisitor, AND his rape fantasy about Dorian ... It is possible Bull intentionally got Dorian drunk to sleep with him. Even if he didn’t, it's worth noting that Dorian states how unsure he is about he and Bull's relationship, so it's very likely he did not “consent” until he was drunk. This is reinforced by the fact he calls them sleeping together a mistake that just kept happening, which means he did NOT go drinking with Bull with the intention of sleeping with him - so even if Bull was drunk as well, it was still rape, as Dorian was not drinking with the intention of sex, and actually seems very uncomfortable with Bull's sexual "advances" before this. 3. Bull graphically describes how he would rape Dorian. Just, casually talks about how he'd rip Dorian's clothes off while he was struggling to get away and would "conquer" him, in front of a bunch of people. Dorian is horrified, and when Bull says "Oh, was that not where this was going?", he clearly says "no!". Anyone who says "well, he was just SAYING no, he didn't MEAN no" is participating in rape culture. Dorian is very obviously uncomfortable with this talk - as he should be. Imagine if some guy you barely even know or like just started talking about how he'd rip your clothes off and pin you down and "conquer" you. That guy is Bull. Dorian is not okay with it. This is clear sexual harassment, and set the tone for it coming off as if Bull wears Dorian down by being overtly, aggressively sexual to him (and getting him drunk).

4. Bull outright tries to tell Dorian that Dorian is attracted to him. He psycho-analyzes him and says because Bull is off-limits, Dorian must be attracted to him and want to fuck him. I believe this preludes the whole "then I'd rape you and you'd totally like it" talk, which ends with Dorian rejecting Bull loud and clear. This reads very much like Bull pressuring Dorian into a relationship, not something that naturally develops from an unsteady friendship - and this same tone rings throughout their other interactions (note again how uncertain Dorian is, how he says it "just sort of keeps happening", how he "doesn't know what's going on", and how he considers the first times they slept together to be mistakes - coming after an "ill-thought night of drinking", or something to that effect). This is another instance of Bull manipulating someone to “give them what they need” - even if they’ve said no and had to be drunk at least the first 3 times to let him do it. - to Cole: 1. During a series of side dialogues, Iron Bull insists he's going to "fix" Cole by having him sleep with a prostitute. Cole has made it clear he does not understand sex (says confusedly to Bull that a girl wanted Bull to take her clothes off, repeatedly comes off as very innocent when it comes to sex), and cannot possibly consent to having it. Bull is not stupid, and in fact directly interacted with Cole during one of his "I really clearly do not get what sex is" dialogues. Bull is aware Cole has no idea what a prostitute would do to him. He buys him one anyway, and then gets pissed off when Cole helped her emotionally instead of getting raped. He literally pays to try to have Cole correctively raped because he disapproved of Cole's personality. This probably stems from Qunari culture using sex to heal, but understanding the why doesn’t change what it is. Additional notes: In interviews, Weekes (Bull's writer) has stated that Bull's BDSM-style romance was inspired by the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey, with Bull playing the part of Christian (not as a 1:1, but it's part of where his being a dom came from - which ... explains a lot). He also explained that, originally, Bull was going to out Krem as trans without Krem's permission, and the only reason this was not put into the game is because Weekes' trans friends made him understand that was a shitty thing to do. Because somehow that wasn't obvious. Bull's disregard for boundaries has been written into his character from day one - fixing that particular time it showed through doesn't mean it stopped being there in every other line.

I could rewatch all the dialogue and cutscenes about him and pick out a million more examples but honestly at this point just his voice grosses me out and I’d rather forget he exists altogether.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Questions Based off Misfits Season 1 Questions based off episodes in the Brit TV show Misfits. riddermarking (Episode 1) 1. Have you ever been on probation or had to do community service for a crime you committed? No. I’ve never been arrested or charged with anything before. 2. What would you do if you were in a situation where nobody believed you and it was critical they did? Or if you have been in this type of situation before, what happened? Wow, that would be awful to say the very least. It would be upsetting, frustrating, and actually quite scary. Like, if it was crucial situation and you really were telling the truth but no one believed you... oh my god. 3. Have you ever been stuck in some sort of severe weather? Were you injured or did you get out fine? No, thankfully. Although, once we took a last minute trip to Idaho from California by car and we were driving late at night while it was snowing, which was terrifying. We aren’t used to those driving conditions, and doing it in the middle of the night made it worse. We had to leave when we did because my grandpa was dying and we wanted to get to him as soon as we could. Driving was our only option, unfortunately. 4. Would you go back in time if it allowed you to save even one person? Yes. 5. Have you ever been mistreated by someone in a position of authority? Well, I had a couple of shitty math professors in community college. Like, they were legit awful. They made you feel stupid and one of them put me on the spot and it was humiliating. I sat there and put up with it and didn’t say or do anything when they made me or anyone else feel stupid because of their position. And I’m not confrontational at all.

6. What would you do if your parents kicked you out of your house, saying that you couldn't return unless you improved yourself? Would you try to get on their good side again, or would you figure it isn't worth the time? Shit, good thing my parents aren’t like that... I’m very fortunate and appreciative to have the parents I have. I’m a mess and I need to get my shit together, but they’d never throw me out or abandon me. They try to help and do as much as they can. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them. Especially my mom. I’d be in a lot worse shape than I already am that’s for. I don’t think I could keep doing it. (Episode 2) 1. Have you ever done volunteer work in an elderly home? Do you like being around around the elderly, or do you find it repulsive? I have. Wow, I definitely don’t find being around elderly people to be repulsive. I did encounter some rude people there, though. I’m sure they’ve been through a lot of shit and they’re just sick and tired. Life hardens some people. I’ve encountered a lot of sweet elderly people as well. My grandma, grandpa, and Nana were/are the best. They can be so adorable lol. 2. If your parents are separated/widowed/divorced, have they ever dated anyone else? Do you mind that they date other people, or does it bother you? Have they ever dated someone you really disliked but they didn't listen to your opinion? My parents are still together. 3. Would you ever date someone significantly older than you? Or have you ever been attracted to something significantly older than you in the past? How did it end up? How significantly older? I don’t think I’d date anyone more than 5 years older than me. However, I’ve never been in a situation with a guy significantly older than me, so I can’t say for sure what I’d do. The only person I’ve liked with a big age difference is Alexander Skarsgard haha. He’s 13 years older than me. He’s obviously unattainable and doesn’t count cause it’d never happen. He’d definitely be my exception, though. haha. 4. Who would you turn to if you unexpectedly found yourself homeless? Or would you try to deal with the situation on your own? I’d have to turn to other family members. 5. Would you want to ability to read peoples' minds if you had no control over who's mind you read and when you read it? Absolutely not. 6. Have you ever flirted with someone over the internet with no idea of what kind of person they were? Yes. (Episode 3) 1. If you were in a hypothetical situation where you had to dispose of a body, do you think you'd succeed or get caught? I could never. 2. If you had the power to influence any boy/girl into liking you, do you think you'd enjoy it or hate it knowing that all their feelings are superficial? I wouldn’t want someone who wasn’t truly interested in me. Ha, that’s probably the only way I could ever have a relationship, though. :X 3. Have you ever lied about who you were over the internet? Did you have a specific reason for doing so, or was it just for fun? When I was like 12/13 I’d lie and say I was older and make up stuff about myself when chatting with people in chat rooms/IMs to sound ~cool. lol. 4. Have you ever used a credit card or money that wasn't yours to buy something without permission to do so? No. 5. If you were in a situation where you wanted to date someone, but you knew you could never touch them, how would you handle it? Would you even try to make it work? Wow. I don’t think that would work. I’m not even thinking about sex, I’m just thinking about not being able to cuddle, hug, hold hands, kiss, brush across their arms or cheeks...nothing. 6. Have you ever known someone who went missing without explanation? Were they ever found, or did they ever come back? Yes to all the above. Thankfully, he was found safe. We didn’t know what happened or if he was okay for almost a week and it was a very scary feeling. (Episode 4) 1. If your boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend were in jail, would you go back in time to keep them out of it? Yes. 2. Have you ever been caught in possession of illegal drugs? No. 3. Have you ever damaged something in a public place? Did you get away with it or were you forced to pay for the damages? No. 4. Do you ever take "samples" from bulk candy or food bins? I did sometimes when I was a kid. :X I thought they were there for the taking. 5. Have you ever had two relationships at once? Was it on purpose? How did you work things out? No. One is enough. 6. If you go to clubs or party, do you ever use drugs to "enhance" the experience? Not my thing. (Episode 5) 1. Have you ever been romantically involved with an authority figure? Could you ever see yourself in this kind of situation, or would you avoid something like this completely? No. 2. Would you ever fake affection for someone in order to get information from them, or maybe to make someone else feel jealous? I’m too old for that shit. 3. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt too guilty to break up with someone? How long did it go on like that? Yes, but I did end up breaking up with them before things went on too long. I knew it wasn’t fair to either of us to continue things if I wasn’t all in. It was hard, and he took it really bad, but it was ultimately the right thing. 4. If you found a boy/girl you REALLY liked, but knew they had a baby or a young child, would you still try to pursue something with them, knowing the burden that it could entail? Or would you try to find someone else? I couldn’t date someone with a kid. I’m not ready to or have any interest in dating at all right now, but definitely not someone with a kid. 5. How far would you go to protect your closest friends? I’d do as much as I could. 6. Have you ever accidentally found an embarrassing or extremely personal picture or video on someone else's phone? No. (Episode 6) 1. Have you ever had any kind of interaction with a cult? What kind of interaction was it? Or have you ever been involved with a cult? What made you decide to leave? No. 2. If someone were to start brainwashing people into refraining from drinking, smoking, doing drugs, having sex, and to dress more modestly, would you approve or disapprove? Disapprove. I don’t think brainwashing is the way to go. 3. Do you think it's better to do a lot of wild things, such as taking drugs, partying heavily, having sex, etc., or do you think it's better if people try to be a little more modest? I mean, some of those things are very self-destructive. And I understand wanting to have people refrain from it, but everyone's entitled to their own life. It's definitely not one I'd like to live though. <<< I agree. 4. What would you do if your friends started going through drastic personality changes into people they were completely unlike before? Would you confront them about it? How about if the changes were good changes? I think I’d have to say something. I’d have to be careful how I went about it, though. I just wouldn’t want to see them change in a way that was harmful to them. If it was good changes, then I’d still say something, but I’d be supportive and encouraging. 5. What would you do if someone close to you, (it could be a friend, significant other or relative), had died but suddenly came back from the dead? How would you handle something like that? Omg. I think I’d be terrified at first to say the least... that’s not how life works. I’d have a lot of questions. I’d be skeptical and unsure for awhile, too, cause who knows if they’re same person they once were or if it was really them. Then I think I’d be overcome with different emotions. If it was really them and they were the same I’d want to hug them, talk to them, spend time with them...it’d be so crazy. 6. Have you ever jumped or fallen off a roof? Were you injured? Nooo.

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