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Drew Starkey and Actress Reader are together for a while now, they're in a place, you know celebrities meet at a party or parade or exhibition something like that. That's when they meet the Reader's ex boyfriend, they get along well, they've moved on, on good terms but Drew seems a little jealous, i see him asking little questions, but in reality he has nothing to fear since he trusts her a lot, he knows she loves him so much back. Can you do this please ?
unexpected encounter — DREW STARKEY
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summary drew meeting your ex for the first time and he seems to be jealous.
warnings jealous drew thats it
Golden Globes after-party is tonight.
Since you announced your relationship to the world, this will be your second public appearance together. Drew was dressed in an all-black suit to compliment her basic black dress with a bit of shine to draw attention. You like to match your outfits here and there.
This was also an excellent opportunity for Drew to meet new people in the film industry as well as some of his favorite actors and actresses. When he met some of his favorite people, it warmed your heart to see him so happy and giggly.
As usual, there was a large crowd at the after party. You were able to communicate with other actors and actresses. Your father is a well-known actor, and seeing some of his former co-stars is always pleasant.
In the middle of a conversation with Margot Robbie talking about her recent film, Barbie, you heard a familiar voice call out your name.
Margot excused herself, saying, "I'll see you later." She tells you, "Love you, sweet girl," before pulling away from the hug.
She’s amazing.
"Oh, hello, Y/N. It's been a while; how are you?" Your ex-boyfriend, Adam, came into view, astonished to find you there, but smiled at the end.
“Yes, it has been a while and I’ve been great, you?” You reply with a normal tone. “This is my boyfriend Drew, he’s also in the film industry” wrapping your arm around his, looking up at him with a soft gaze.
No matter how you ended things with Adam, you still had love for him at the end of the day.
You can feel the stress increasing in Drew’s body. He only becomes like this when he detects a threat and he wants to protect you at all cost. You’ve stated to him in the very beginning of your relationship you were in a two year relationship with Adam, also in the film industry. You ended on good terms and moved on from each other.
You have no feelings for Adam.
The only thing on your mind was why your partner was acting like this. A million thoughts race through your mind as you try to figure out why.
You can understand why he is suddenly acting this way. You would have the same reaction if you met Drew's ex for the first time. He knows you just have eyes for him.
"Nice to meet you, Drew," he adds confidently, extending his hand.
"Adam," he said, firmly shaking his hand. "You play Rafe Cameron on the Outer Banks, correct? "My cousin loves you," he says with a chuckle.
Drew was taken back by the chuckle from Adams mouth, “Yeah I play him in the show and I appreciate it, you can tell them that I said thank you” his response was calm.
The two begin conversing, getting to know one other. You continue to stand beside the two grown men, even joining in on the conversation. Drew's questions or comments drew your attention.
Adam nods, turning his body towards you, “Congrats on your movie by the way, you did amazing,” talking about your newest movie you starred in with Sydnee Sweeny.
“Thank you Adam, filming that movie was a hassle but a lot of fun all together” you kept your arms around Drew’s arm the whole time.
Eventually, you realized it was time to leave Adam and finish your night with Drew. The night has just begun, and there is food calling your name.
"It was nice to see you, but it appears that we should get going; I hope you have a good rest of your night, Adam," Drew said, indicating between Drew and you.
"Of course, yes, enjoy the rest of your night" Adam claps his hands together before shaking Drew's hand and hugging you.
By the end of the night, Drew and you are sitting down at the table with a few of your friends while music plays from the band on stage.
Drew and you were facing each other, your hand fiddling with his gold chain while he questioned you about Adam.
"Baby, you understand how much I love you and value our relationship. I'm sorry if I was acting like a dosh," Drew rambles on, but you cut him off by kissing him to silence him.
"You weren't acting like a dosh; you were professional the entire time, and I understand why you were the way you were," you said, placing your palm on top of his and softly pressing your thumb on his hand.
"I actually love you a lot more," he says, smiling.
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I have seen people on here, mostly from a certain ship (but not only), imply or outright assert that Tommy should not be Buck's lifelong love because he's Buck's first male partner. That it would be concerning, or wrong, for Buck to go all the way with Tommy because he still has so much to learn about his bisexuality. Essentially, that even if Buck and Tommy worked out, it would be based on something unstable, because Tommy should or only could be a learning lesson for Buck, as opposed to an authentic and fully realized love.
That sentiment really, really bothers me, and reeks of outdated, harmful stereotypes that look to--whether it be intentional or subconsciously--shove an entire group into the same box.
Now, don't get me wrong. Would it be unrealistic, if the writers decide to use Tommy as a stepping stone for Buck's discovery process, ultimately leading to Buck realizing that Tommy actually isn't the right person for him? That he needs to continue dating more men before coming to terms with what he actually wants? Honestly, no. It might be overused and tired within the world of fiction, but it wouldn't be unrealistic. Hell, straight people do that all the time, going through numerous partners and discovering what their preferences are before deciding on a forever person.
HOWEVER, LGBTQ+ people (and in this particular case, I'm going to spotlight bisexuals, for obvious reasons) are not 'one size fits all', and I really, really shouldn't have to be saying this. I am so tired of people in fandom spaces, because I see this a lot in fandoms (and even from people IN the LGBTQ+ community), who push this narrative that we're all the same. We all feel the same, we all think the same, we all go through the same exact process when it concerns love and sex and general discovery.
No, we don't, and anyone who claims otherwise is being incredibly regressive, closed-minded, and insulting.
I know numerous LGBTQ+ individuals who went on to marry their very first partners. I know several bisexual men and women who went on to marry their first same-sex partner. No, it doesn't happen every time. But it does happen, because we are all individual human beings who are not tied down to the same blueprint. Because we are all individuals with our own unique needs, wants, and romantic desires. We all have different levels of confidence, shame, excitement, curiosity, and determination, from which we operate from.
So, with all that being said, would it be unrealistic if Buck discovers that Tommy IS the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with? Hell no, it wouldn't be. Because Buck is someone who is passionate about love. Some part of him has always been committed to finding his forever person. And he has learned throughout the series, how important it is to be authentically oneself. Hen once told him she moves to the beat of her own drum, and that he should too, and it was clear he took that statement to heart, long before he discovered his bisexuality. And I think that has undeniably shown throughout his development, and throughout his developing interactions with Tommy. And yes, Tommy can be someone who helps Buck learn more about himself and his bisexuality, but that lesson is one that can lead to fulfillment and happiness.
The discovery process for LGBTQ+ individuals does not need to end in disappointment and heartbreak. It can actually lead to something very beautiful, very quickly.
Stop putting us in the same boxes.
/rant
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I NEED MORE QUINN CONTENT
Hurts | Quinn Hughes x Reader🫶
NOT PROOD READ
🚨‼️none of my blurbs are ever proof read‼️🚨
Summary: Quinn gets defensive in his take of having kids, in order to be happy in a successful relationship, you feel that you need to have a partner that values having their own family. Quinn disagrees and decides to focus on his career, which you agreee and support, but you bring up having to split. Quinn makes a decision…
Warnings: physical contact, no abuse, argument if kids?
A:N- Ik you prob meant some smut, but I’m in a mood and I decided to write something else🫶 Quinn smut coming next after a Jack smut!
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I told myself that I would stand up for myself, I would never let a man tell me what to do. I’m an independent woman, who occasionally lets herself have fun with her boyfriend. It’s difficult trying to fulfill your childhood dreams, but this isn’t a dream. This is a full on goal, I know I can keep up to it, it’s just Quinn makes me want to disrespect myself.
He literally screams out my name, he listens, he helps me understand things that I don’t get, he supports me, and most importantly, he gives me respect, and true loyalty and honesty, he fully trusts me. He would give me anything I want.
“Lovie?” Quinn breaks the silence from our previous argument. He places his hand on my inner thigh. I feel a pulse in my pelvis.
“Hm.” I responded, just letting him know I’m listening, but still upset about our disagreement. Early on in the morning, Wuinn and I disagreed about the love for our jobs and our future together. I wnat kids, he doesn’t. I know, I said he would give me anything that makes me happy. This is one thing he doesn’t agree upon.
Quinn had previously mentioned that kids isn’t in his future, just because he’s so focused on his career. Do I agree with his story? Yes. I understand where he’s coming from, but I’m truly curious when we can have babies.
“I know some people break up from not agreeing in a future family. But that’s not us.” Quinn stated.
I’m disappointed. I really am, I thought he would understand where I’m coming at.
“Well, just saying… when you get the handle of being Captain, maybe we could fit in having a child, or more.” I insist. I know it’s hard, you know being Captain, but after a few years of Captain.
I mean we’re at the perfect age to start considering kids. Mid-20s, that way when our kids are about 10, we’ll be 30, and when they’re 18… well we would be about early late 40s. I think it’s perfectly reasonable to wait a few years to have kids, especially Quinn story.
I’m staring out the window, I know it’s hard for Quinn to feel so left out of my thinking, but I’m truly horrified. I’m scared that this will split us apart. Maybe this is a sign from God. Maybe I’m getting signals by the universe, “this is what’s best for us.” Quinn says as he looks over at me.
Suddenly the trees look so beautiful. Maybe I should just jump out of this car, the ride home is taking to long.
We’re driving home from a party at Peteys house to kick off the season. Our first game is next week and the roster is finalized, the letters are printed on the jerseys. Everything is ready.
“We have to finish this.” Quinn says, not letting this go.
“fine.” I say making it clear I don’t want to finish this “debate” and this so called “problem” of mine. I pull out my phone and call Ellen.
“Hey Mama Bear!” I say, Ellen can’t know that Quinn and I are going through something. This “debate” isn’t just happening, it’s been brought up about four times.
“What’s up Y/n? Something wrong?” Ellen askes, she gets up from her kitchen table and walks into her bedroom, where Jim lays on his computer finishing some work.
She points the camera at them both and Quinn speaks up, “no mom. Nothings wrong, I’m not sure why Y/n keeps calling.” Quinn motions to put the phone down. I obviously don’t do as he says.
“Yes, actually. I’m just wondering-“ I imply, but Quinn cuts me off.
“No. Nothing is wrong.” And he takes my phone and turns off the video call. He chucks the phone in the back. He pulls into the driveway of our home.
“We can fix this ourselves.” Quin eyes my belly. He climbs over the panel that separates my seat and Quinn’s.
“no, I don’t think we can.” I say as I pull away from Quinn’s request to kiss me. I see the look in Quinn’s eyes as he sees my pain.
My voice cracks, I sure I can’t be with someone that doesn’t wnat the life Ive fancied since I was a girl.
“Lovie. Come back.” Quinn slams his car door, and he locks the vehicle. He storms behind me as I run into our bathroom.
“Unlock the door.” Quinn pounds not once but twice and his feet trail off to our garage.
“Unlock it before I wreck it.” Quinn says as he grunts as if he picked something heavy off the ground.
“I don’t want to have makeup sex, or talk about it. Just let me live, or let me think this through. Because Quinn, right now it sounds like you want me to give up my dreams of being a mom.” I know hate is a sin. I just- I’m not sure if I can even think about leaving my childhood goal behind.
“Okay. If that’s what you need, I’ll leave.” And I hear a crack and a boom from above me.
I look up from the ground and I see Quinn has stabbed the door with a hatchet. I didn’t even know we had that in our home.
I stand up from the ground and back up towards our shower. I hit our wall that’s parallel to our wood door.
“I love you.” Quinn says as I see the door bang. The door is about to give up. Quinn runs into the door once more and I see him fall to the ground with our door. I’m stuck inside our shower. Quinn is on the door that had fallen. The wind was knocked iut if him.
“Baby?” I say as I step carefully out of the bathroom and into our room. I grab a first aid kit.
Quinn is bleeding from his head.
“Why did you do it?” I say in a frantic tone. I pick Quinn’s head up and I clean his wound.
“I’m fine. And I want kids.” Quinn says as he smiles.
Quinn gets up and sticks a bandaid on his cut. He takes his pants off and followed by his boxers. He throws his shirt off. He’s bare skinned and he jumps into bed.
I do the same. I throw my shirt off, leaving my bra on, and I slide my jeans off. Taking my thong off and sliding it onto if Quinn’s pile of clothing, I snap my bralette off and I throw it elsewhere. I jump into bed as Quinn hold me. The lights are off, doors are locked. We’re exhausted.
Quinn holds me in his arms, legs wrapped over me. Dick pricked up looking at me. My boobs hang to the side as I’m laying on my side as well. Quinn pulls me in, kisses my shoulder, and he whispers a name.
“Vada.” Quinn kissed my forehead and sets his head in my breasts. He falls asleep, not a care in the world about our broken door that he had slammed down.
This argument is settled, we’re having kids.
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The Mother-in-law
In celebration of Mother’s Day in my country, here are some headcanons of meeting characters' moms (and a grandma).
Gn reader x Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Sebek
Afab reader x Ruggie
Tw: None
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Having a boyfriend comes with extra relationships, and you’re about to meet one of the people most important to him.
Mama Leech
Mama Leech is a classy lady. Tall and lanky like her sons, she exudes an air of elegance but also threatening, her sharp teeth gleaming like pearls.
She sometimes comes to land on business matters, and knowing that you were dating one of her sons, she just had to meet you.
Sitting across from her at the Mostro Lounge is a nerve wracking experience. You feel like you have forgotten how to even use a fork.
She daintily stabs hers on the steak, her enigmatic yellow eyes never leaving yours.
Her voice is velvety smooth, sharing pleasantries with you, all talk but with as much substance as water has flavor.
Suddenly, she goes quiet, her teeth seemingly becoming more jagged.
“I hope you do have good intentions with my son. He’s a nice boy who deserves the best, don’t you think so?”
“I don’t know what the “best” could be, but I do think he deserves to be happy in the way he wants to be.”
She continues with amicable and innocent topics thereafter.
If you’re dating Jade, she’ll say:
“My dear Jade is such a hard worker. You must help him relax from time to time, or he’ll overwork himself.”
If you’re dating Floyd, she’ll say:
“My dear Floyd changes like the currents. When you’re around him you’ll never know how he’ll react! It’s so delightful.”
Regardless of who has captured your heart, she’ll offer you a little trade secret.
“There’s something nobody knows, not even his twin, that when he was little, he…”
Before she can continue, the tweels appear to retrieve the plates and silverware.
If you’re dating Jade:
“I hope the meal was to your liking.” says Jade.
“Jadeeee! Mamma was about to share something fun! ___ wants to know too, right?”
“But it is rather impolite to share others secrets, is it not, mother?”
If you’re dating Floyd:
“Mama! Ya can’t talk about me behind my back! I'm the one who’s gonna share secrets with ___!”
“Now, now Floyd. We shouldn’t interrupt our clients' meal.”
Mama Leech smiles innocently at her children.
“It seems time has passed by way too quickly. I must take my leave.”
She stood up so graciously you would have never believed she had fins instead of legs most of the time.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, my dear. And you, my darling boys, don’t forget to answer my messages more often!”
With that said, she gave you and her sons a tight hug, before disappearing out the door.
Lady Al-Asim
Lady Al-Asim is a beautiful woman. She’s not called the rose of the desert for no reason. But unlike what that title might suggest, she is not fragile.
Once she learned that Kalim had gotten a partner, she wanted to meet them as soon as possible.
You’d be invited to spend some time with her in her wing of the Al-Asim estate, along with Kalim, so he could introduce you to her.
The meeting place is a room filled with pillows and carpets. As you sit on a plush purple pillow with golden embroidery, you can’t help but think that it must be worth more than everything in Ramshackle combined.
Kalim grabs your hand and smiles radiantly at you, calming your nerves.
Lady Al-Asim enters, a goddess among humans, ladened with jewelry and precious silks.
But the most beautiful part of it all is her warm gaze at seeing her son, and the way she walks slightly faster than what you assume is protocol to greet him.
After inspecting her son and filling him with kisses, she sits in the middle of a dune of pillows in front of you.
“Hello, my dear. How do you do?”
“You must be feeling awfully warm. I’ll ask for some drinks to be fetched. Are 12 varieties of tea and 23 of soft drinks alright with you?”
Her words are polite and warm, and the conversation is pleasant.
Kalim sings your praises at every opportunity, and so does his mother, remembering with staggering accuracy the things he has told her (and they were many).
It feels like you’re in a competition to see who can praise you the most.
It’s embarrassing, but they’re both so genuine in their compliments and admiration that you can’t help but feel your heart well up with happiness.
“Oh goodness, look at the time. It’s getting rather late and you both need to go to bed early.”
Kalim deflates a little, but perks right back up.
“That’s fine, mother. After we graduate we’ll have way more time to chat like this, as a family!”
You almost spat the tea you were drinking, but Lady Al-Asim's smile just got bigger.
She escorted you both personally out of the room and into the teleportation mirror, giving Kalim a big hug and ordering servants to bring him piles upon piles of things.
Kalim went ahead, leaving you alone with his mom for a bit.
“Take care of my dear Sunshine. He loves you very much and I reckon you love him too. And above all else, be happy.”
Out of her pocket she retrieved a small golden bracelet.
“Ground my son. But also let him sweep you up in his magic carpet once in awhile.”
You arrived at NRC feeling warmer than when you were in Silk City.
Grandma Bucchi
Grandma Bucchi is a kind old woman. Her face is marred with age, but she moves with the speed of someone three times younger than her.
Ruggie wanted to introduce her to you, seeing as she is the most important person in his life.
Initially he was a bit reluctant to bring someone like you to the slums where he grew up, but since you were so insistent on meeting her, he eventually relented.
Once inside the house, a humble abode filled with knick knacks of various origins, a tasty smell fills your lungs.
Grandma Bucchi leaves the kitchen with her gray hair in a bun, cleaning her hands in her apron.
“Ruggie boy, is that you?”
“Yeah, Grandma. It’s me.”
The small woman approaches her grandson and squeezes his cheek.
“I could barely recognize you. You’re almost skin and bones. Don’t they feed you at that fancy school?”
As she stops pinching his cheeks she turns to you.
“So you’re the famous ___? You’re rather pretty aren’t you?”
Before you can thank her, the old woman is already walking back to the kitchen.
“I’m finishing my stew. Sit down and sip some dawa.”
“Grandma, let me help ya. You know your bones aren’t what they used to be.”
“Ah, boy! Don’t get between me and my kitchen. And don’t leave your datemate hanging.”
You sat down on the wooden chair and sipped the warm drink on the table. It had a sweet, and despite being warm, fresh after taste.
You both sat in silence, the sound of the sizzling water filling the background.
Soon after Grandma Bucchi came out of the kitchen holding a big pot, a heavenly smell permeating from it.
“Dig in, children.”
You gladly started eating, and soon the lul of chewing and conversation filled the room.
“I hope my grandson has been treating you well. He can be a handful sometimes, I tell you. But he’s a great cook.”
The day soon turned to night, and the time to leave was approaching.
“Before you leave, children, take the rest with you. I want you both to be eating well!”
“Granny, ya should keep it for you and the kids.”
“Oh, Ruggie, we have enough for all of us. Just don’t give me any more kids to take care of! At least for now.”
You both blush profusely, heat creeping up to your ears.
“We ain’t gonna do that! Bye, Grandma!”
You both hastily left, but you could swear you could hear the old woman chuckle under her breath “ah young love”.
Mrs Zigvolt
Mrs Zigvolt is a tall imposing woman, boisterous, full of pride for her family and also a truly powerful fae.
From the moment your relationship became official, Sebek wanted you to meet his mother.
To him, she’s perfect, and he wishes for her to approve of his relationship.
When he got news that she’d visit the NRC campus he was overjoyed, and immediately designed a plan to teach you as much about fae culture as possible.
His passion is admirable, but it’s obvious he’s incredibly nervous, practicing in front of his mirror what he’ll say to his mother.
On the day of the visit, he waits for her in the mirror hall, standing as straight as if he was practicing a drill.
You put your hand on his shoulder, and see him relax just a tiny bit.
When his mother arrived, tall and full-figured, she reminded you of a well trained soldier, but the moment she saw her son her face lit up, and she quickly strode to him, hugging him with all his might.
“I missed you so much, Sebby! Look at you! You’ve grown so much!”
Her deep and mature voice was surprisingly complementary to her words.
Sebek kept his straight posture, his eyes gleaming like stars.
“Yes mother! I have grown exactly 2,7 cm since you last saw me.”
Mrs Zigvolt smiled lovingly at her son.
“And who might this be?” She asked, turning to you.
“Mother, this is the person I am romantically entangled with. They do not distract me from my studies nor my duty to protect Lord Malleus.”
“And do they make you happy?”
Sebek's cheeks turned bright pink, his posture becoming stiffer.
“Yes, mother. They make me very happy.
His mother clapped her hands and gave you a bright smile.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Has my son been treating you well, young one? I sure hope so! He can be a bit of a handful.”
She leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“We thought he’d never let himself find someone, especially so soon. But he did, and from what he has told us, he’s quite head over heels for you.”
“Mother, we must hurry if we want to complete the school tour on time!” called Sebek from the entrance, already on his way out, the tip of his ears pink.
“Yes, yes, Sebby. We’re coming!”
He left the mirror hall, and you started walking to catch up to him.
“One last thing.”
She lightly tapped your forehead with her clawed finger.
“Use your head, but don’t forget your heart, okay?”
You nodded your head, and she smiled, booping your nose.
“Now let us go to our Sebby, or the poor boy might die of stress waiting for us.”
You left the mirror hall with a good feeling about this first meeting.
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Temptation and Need
Summary: Can Y/N tempt Dean into what he needs?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Unprotected P in V sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), face-sitting, cum shot, overstimulation, big age gap (21 and 43), dirty talk, dub-con (sort of - the reader not taking no for an answer), masturbation, voyeurism (very brief), use of a vibrator, spanking, (brief), pussy slapping (brief).
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 3,895
A/N: A million years ago (okay, last December) I got a request from a lovely anon asking this:
hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap with dean winchester where the female!reader is like in her 20s and dean's is his 40s :) just some rough smut with like hair pulling where dean asks for her to sit on his face or something like that (if you're comfortable with it) and just dirty talks cause I absolutely love them haha :) I really love your writing btw!!!! thanks a lot <3
It took me about four and a half months to get to this, but it's finally here! Thank you so much for this request, hope you're happy with it Nonnie. And I hope everyone else who reads it enjoys it too. ❤️
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Y/N had known it would be good - no - amazing. Since the first time she’d laid eyes on Dean Winchester six months earlier, she’d wanted to feel him beneath her, above her, behind her, inside her. She’d wanted him any and every way she could have him.
She simply needed him with the heat of a raging fire that never cooled.
So she’d imagined this moment for more than a hundred nights, and she’d known it would be incredible. But her imagination had been woefully inadequate.
She’d been attempting to seduce Dean the entire time she’d known him. She knew that he knew how much she wanted him, but he’d been reluctant. Every time she sidled up close to him, he’d moved away. Any time she put her hands on him, his heart kicked up so she could feel it pound, and if she got close enough she could feel the hard evidence of his desire press against her. But inevitably he would gently lift her hands off of him and give her a look of warning.
“Stop this, Y/N.” He’d scold with heat pooling quick and fervid in his eyes.
One time he’d given her a look of exasperation and then scowled at her. “I’m too old for you dammit. I could be your father.”
She bit her lip and smiled, full of mischief, as she’d answered. “Well, I’m happy to call you Daddy, if that’s what you want.”
It was true that she was just barely twenty-one and Dean was forty-three, but she didn’t care. In fact, she’d always preferred older men. Men like Dean had experience and stamina, they knew just what to do to pleasure their partner. She’d never slept with anyone less than a decade older than her. Some people might say she had daddy issues (and maybe she did) but she didn’t care what other people thought - she pursued her own pleasure.
Yet in spite of plenty of sexual experiences with older men, despite all her fantasies about Dean, she’d never imagined this level of pleasure.
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A few hours earlier:
Dean fell onto the library chair, closing his eyes with a groan and dropping his green duffel bag at his feet, just as Y/N walked into the room.
“You’re back!” She called excitedly as she hurried towards him. “How was the hunt? Where’s Sam?”
Dean grunted as she hopped into his lap. His feet were planted on the ground, and he was slightly slouched in the chair creating the perfect seat for her. His long, muscular thighs rippled beneath her, and as she wiggled against him, she felt the telltale sign of his desire as the bulge at the front of his jeans hardened slightly against her thigh.
The muscle in his jaw jumped as he gave her a scolding look. “The hunt was long and bloody, but fine. It's finished anyway. And Sam is with Eileen."
She ran her finger across the small abrasion on his cheek. "Well, at least you're less beaten up than usual." She said with dubious cheer.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, it was a walk in the park. Now get off my lap so I can go take a shower.”
She nodded and slid off so he could stand, but when he moved off towards the showers, she followed. When he arrived at the shower room door, he turned to look at her standing close behind him. He gave a sideways nod towards the door.
“This is as far as you go, sweetheart.” He said with a raised brow; his gaze turned knowing as she pouted.
She tried for her most convincing tone. “But just think of how much more enjoyable it would be if I came in with you.” She could see in his eyes that he was thinking about exactly that scenario.
But he shook his head. “No. It’s late, you shouldn't have waited up for me. Go to sleep.”
She pouted some more and then sighed before giving him a winsome smile and a wink. “Yes, Daddy.”
Dean scowled at her but she just stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek before slowly backing away.
“Goodnight, Dean. I’m glad you’re home. I sleep so much better when you’re here.” She said truthfully.
He gave her a nod and then walked into the shower room. She heard the lock click and she sighed. Another night with nothing but her fantasies to sustain her.
She went to her room and got ready for bed, slipping on the AC/DC t-shirt she’d stolen from Dean. He knew she had it, he’d seen her in it, but he’d never demanded it back.
She crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep. But she was restless, her body aching in a way that wouldn’t end without Dean between her legs.
Her skin was flushed and the soft wool blanket she was covered with irritated her overheated flesh until she threw it off of her. She brought her hands up to cover her face; she knew she wouldn’t get to sleep unless she did something about the longing that had overtaken her body.
So she rolled over and pulled open the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out the modest-sized vibrator she kept hidden in there for nights just like tonight. Since moving into the bunker a few months ago, nights like tonight happened pretty much every night.
She leaned back against her pillows and let her mind drift, allowing images to flash into her mind’s eye. Dean’s face, set in lines of intense desire; his hands, strong and hard, warm and rough, moving over her body.
She slipped her hand past the waistband of her panties, letting her middle finger swirl around her clit, desperately trying to imagine it was Dean’s thick, blunt fingertip pressing against her.
After a few minutes of bringing forth endless hot and decadent images of Dean into her head, she turned on the vibrator and let it press against her clit a moment or two before sliding it through her dripping slick, and pushing it inside.
As she fucked herself with the toy, she kept Dean’s body in mind - his powerful muscles and solid bulk - imagining him hovering above her. She worked at it for a long time, desperately seeking her release.
But though she moved the vibrating silicone cock fast and hard in and out of her quivering cunt, she just couldn’t find it. After half an hour of coming so close, but constantly missing the mark, Y/N was whimpering and more frustrated than she could express.
In desperation, she began to chant quietly, imagining that Dean was there with her and could hear her need. “Dean. Dean. Fuck me, please. Ugh, I need you so badly, I fucking need you.” Her voice crescendoed in a moan of disappointment as her orgasm stayed just beyond her reach. “Dean.” She whined as she bucked her hips desperately.
Suddenly she heard her door squeak open, making her squeal and rip the vibrator out of her body, shock coursing through her, making her heart pound. But then she fell completely silent as she saw Dean standing silhouetted against the hallway light.
For a moment or two neither of them moved. Finally, Y/N turned off her vibrator and silence reigned.
Dean finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “I heard you. Heard you calling my name.”
He took a step inside her room; she could see now that he was dressed for sleep, sweats and no shirt - she gasped softly at the incredible view of his wide chest, his shoulder muscles flexing as his hands balled into fists. She could also make out more of his face; it was set in harsh lines, the muscle in his jaw flexing over and over. He licked his lips and her pussy clenched.
“Why were you calling me?” Dean asked, though he had to know the answer as she still gripped the vibrator, and the scent of her dripping sex perfumed the air.
She could sense that the cord that bound them, that had been pulling them together and apart since the day they met, was about to snap - if she could just say the right words.
She went with the truth.
“I was calling out to you while I fucked myself. I was imagining it was your cock buried deep inside me, imagining your hands on my skin, your lips on my throat.” Dean’s eyes were blazing emeralds with dark onyx pupils spreading across them as she spoke.
“But this thing wasn’t cutting it.” She said, lifting the vibrator and then dropping it on the floor beside the bed. “I need the real thing.”
She pushed her feet into the mattress and opened her knees wide, pushing her hand into her panties once again as she stared at him. “I need you, Dean. Please.”
The cord snapped and Dean charged forward, stopping at the end of her bed and grabbing her ankles to yank her towards him. She gasped as he placed a knee between her legs and rested his weight on his palms as he leaned down to capture her mouth.
His kiss was hard, desperate, almost violent, as he crushed her lips and stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned at the weight of him pressed against her, lifting her hips slightly so she could press her aching cunt against his thick thigh. She groaned harshly into Dean’s mouth as the pressure caused an even hotter fever to rage across her body.
Dean pulled out of the kiss and stood up, taking hold of her hands to pull her into a sitting position. His chest was rising and falling with deep breaths as he grasped the hem of his stolen t-shirt.
His voice was all growl when he spoke. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about ripping this fucking t-shirt from your body? How many mornings I had to sneak away to the shower to jack off like a fucking horny teenager, after seeing you parading around in it? It barely covers your ass, and every time you’d bend, even a little, I could see a glimpse of your little cotton panties, or sometimes, just your bare ass in a thong.”
His voice was slightly dark, a rebuke in his words. “I knew you were doing it on purpose, of course, knew it was your way of trying to tempt me into fucking ruining you.”
He yanked the t-shirt up over her head as a moan escaped her. Dean groaned too as he got his first look at her. “Fuck me.” He said quietly.
He looked her in the eye as he reached out and roughly tugged on her puckered nipple. She cried out, her head dropping back, as she arched her chest forward.
“God damn, baby, you really do want it, don’t you? I thought it might be a game you were playing, but you really do want me to ruin this hot little pussy.” He reached his hand down to rub against her soaked panties. “You want that, baby? Huh? Want me to fuck you sensless? Till you can’t walk? Can’t think?”
Y/N nodded disjointedly. “God yes.” She whispered, grabbing his wrist to try and press his fingers harder against her cunt. “Please. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Dean knocked her hand away and grabbed both her wrists tightly as he used his body weight to push her back onto the mattress. He stared at her, making her feel like he could see straight through her. Finally he spoke, his voice softer.
“How much experience do you actually have, Y/N?”
She shook her head to dispel any worries. “Enough. I’m no virgin, and I know what I like.”
His mouth lifted slightly at the corner. “And what do you like, baby?”
“I like it rough and hard, but I’ll take some soft wooing too.” She said with a grin. She shrugged. “Basically, I like you - a lot - and whatever you have in mind, I’m down for.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, but give me a safe word, just in case.” He kissed her softly. “I won’t take any chances with you.”
His concern for her made Y/N’s stomach flip in a pleasant way. She smiled. “K, how about ‘shenanigans’?”
Dean chuckled. “Perfect.”
His smile faded as he bent his head to kiss her again, slowly this time, thoroughly, as though he didn’t want to leave an inch of her mouth unexplored. When he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air, he slowly kissed a path down her body, between her breasts, stopping to nip and suck on her nipples, pinching one and then the other, before trailing his lips down over her belly.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he got off the bed to kneel at the foot of it, pulling her panties down over her legs and tossing them aside. He reached forward to wrap his arms around her thighs, spreading her open and pulling her to his mouth. He made a deep, guttural noise as he sank into her cunt, immediately licking and sucking on her sensitive skin, so that she was writhing beneath him almost instantly. She called out his name in desperation as she sank her fingers into his short hair, tugging slightly when he speared her with his tongue.
He pulled away from her and licked his lips free of her juices. “Fuck, yeah baby, say my name again, just like that.”
He let go of one of her thighs so he could bring his hand between her legs and slap it hard against her pussy. Y/N gasped and then her hips bucked as he did it again.
“You’ve been a naughty girl with this fucking pussy, haven’t you? Pushing this dripping mess against me every chance you got. Fuckin' rubbing on me, and constantly begging me to fuck you.”
He smacked her a third time and Y/N felt her cunt throb with a deep ache. “Fuck, Dean yes! I’ve wanted you to fuck me, wanted you to take me apart for so fucking long. Please, please! Bury yourself so deep in me.”
She screamed in pleasure as he rammed two fingers into her, knuckle deep. As he crooked them forward inside of her, he leaned down to flick his tongue against her clit, making her rear up off the bed. She was so close now. She could feel the tension in her body just on the verge of snapping, when he suddenly pulled back from her, removing his fingers and causing her to wail and plead.
“No, please, Dean. More.” She whimpered pathetically as he stood up.
But then he pushed down his sweats and she caught sight of his cock for the first time. It was long and thick, just as she’d known it would be - everything about Dean screamed, “Big Dick Energy”. It was absolutely beautiful, red-tipped and standing at attention.
She sat up and reached for him, wrapping her hand around the base and sliding her tongue through his slit, licking up the pre-cum that beaded there. Dean stood rigidly, letting her lick at him like a lollipop for a couple minutes more before he pulled her hand away.
“That’s enough for now, sweetheart.”
She pouted at him, but he just leaned down to grasp her waist, lifting her slightly and tossing her further up the bed. She gasped at the pleasure of being manhandled like a rag doll. He was on his knees as he moved towards her. He grabbed hold of her calves and flipped her over onto her stomach before smacking her ass once and then twice.
She moaned and instinctively lifted her hips, pushing her ass towards him for more.
He slapped her again, and then ordered her, “Get on your knees, and lean forward to hold on to the headboard.”
She did as he said, grabbing on to the rails of her headboard tightly. He pushed her thighs apart before turning to lay on his back underneath her, pushing her knees open even further with his wide shoulders.
Y/N was surprised; she’d thought he was getting her into position so he could take her from behind; instead she looked down to see his beautiful face positioned directly below her dripping cunt.
“Sit on my face, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue. Ride me.”
Y/N moaned as he lifted his head slightly so he could lick up through her folds. He dropped his head back to the mattress, though, and his voice was hard when he spoke.
“Now.”
Despite all of her experience, Y/N had never been ordered to sit on a man’s face, and had never had oral sex this way. At first she was worried that she could hurt him, so she just lightly gyrated her hips against his mouth. But after a minute or so Dean grabbed onto her thighs and spoke angrily.
“I said sit, not float.” His hands pulled her down, forcing her to rest heavily against his face, so that she was truly sitting on it. His nose rubbed against her clit and Y/N couldn’t help grinding down against his mouth. His tongue delved deeply into her cunt, stabbing in and out of her entrance.
Very soon Y/N was truly fucking herself on his face, using the strength of his jaw and the slide of his lips to create otherworldly sensations. Every once in a while she’d lift herself slightly to check that Dean was okay, but he’d always growl and pull her back down.
Finally she could feel her orgasm growing inside her, felt the coil low in her stomach tightening almost to the point of pain, but then it burst open and she screamed as she rocked her hips and slammed herself down against Dean’s eager mouth as he slurped up everything she gushed onto him.
Aftershocks of her climax along with Dean’s probing tongue and plump, sucking lips, brought on two more mind-blowing orgasms. It felt as though she’d been edging herself for months and was now finally free to let go; her whole body trembled as Dean finally pushed her back and then rolled her under him.
Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down into Y/N’s face; she knew she must look strung out, and she could feel unconsciousness creeping in. Dean must have seen it too because he shook his head and swiftly shoved three fingers into her cunt making her come alive again with a shout.
“No way, baby. You didn’t spend all these months begging me to fuck you, just to get off with coming a couple times and falling asleep. I want you fucked out completely. I want you stupid and useless beneath me. I want to fuck you so long that you’re just a boneless, lump of cock slut laid out on the bed.”
As he finished speaking he pressed his middle finger against her clit and that pressure, combined with his filthy words, was all it took to have her shouting out her ecstasy once again.
As she was coming down, Dean slammed himself into her, forcing her clenching walls open so her cunt could squeeze him tight as he sheathed himself inside. He pushed her knees wide open, keeping her feet in the air as he jackhammered into her. He slammed so hard and so deep, she knew he’d leave marks.
And she knew she’d never experienced anything like it, nothing in her past, or even in her fantasies had prepared her for this level of raw passion and need.
She came two more times as he fucked up into her; he changed up his rhythm, going from hard and driving to slow and sensual as the mood suited him. By the time he flipped her onto her stomach Y/N did indeed feel boneless and stupid with pleasure.
“Please Dean.” She begged softly, not actually aware what she was asking for.
“Come on baby, I didn’t say we were done, don’t give out on me now.” Dean said harshly as he lifted her hips. Her knees rubbed against the sheet, but really she was being held in place with Dean’s strength.
“I’m gonna make sure you’re seeing stars.” He told her before slamming her back onto his cock, drilling even deeper inside than he had before.
Y/N gasped, her pussy was so overly sensitive after being fucked for so long, but she couldn’t escape the intense rush of pleasure that came as Dean slammed his cock against her sweet spot deep inside her.
“Fuck, yes.” She mumbled into the pillow where her face was buried.
“Yeah, that’s right baby.” Dean rammed into the spot again, making her scream, her throat raw from all her screams of pleasure. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you’ve wanted for months, isn’t it? Spent every minute I’ve known you trying to get us right here, haven’t you?”
He dropped one of her hips so he could spank her right cheek hard, watching it jiggle. “Answer me!” He demanded as he spanked her again before grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head up and back. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted this, little slut. Admit to prancing around this bunker, desperate for me to pin you down and fuck you just like this.”
“Yes!” Y/N gasped as he pounded into her over and over, never losing rhythm or strength. “Yes, fuck, yes.” It was all she could get out. She was truly exhausted, but she still chased the high he was raising within her with every thrust.
He spanked her again and then reached his hand around so that he could push against her throbbing clit. It took only a few circles with his finger, and a few more hammering thrusts before she shattered into a million pieces, seeming to shake and shiver forever.
As she came back to earth slightly, she could feel Dean pulling out of her. “I’m gonna come baby. Can I come on your ass?” She nodded and mumbled out a “yes.”
She heard him grunt obscenely, and despite her liquefied bones, her pussy still clenched at the sound, before she felt his sticky seed spurting across her ass, and lower back. He bucked forward, his thighs slapping against her ass as he shot another load, warm and wet, onto her skin.
Finally he fell to the side, and Y/N let her knees give out beneath her as she fell onto her stomach in complete exhaustion and immediate unconsciousness. She woke some time later to feel Dean wiping her clean with a warm cloth and pressing kisses up her spine.
When he saw her eyes flutter open, he tossed away the cloth and laid down beside her, kissing her nose and her cheek before pressing his mouth gently to hers.
“You were so fucking perfect, Y/N. Everything I’ve dreamed about night after night.” He shook his head. “No, you were even more perfect than I imagined, so much more.”
She smiled softly and raised an eyebrow. “So you agree? You were an idiot and we should have done this so much sooner?”
He scoffed. “N’ah, it was perfect this way, at this time. But it’s gonna be even more perfect next time.”
Y/N grinned at him and tried not to be too obvious about how thrilled she was that there was going to be a next time.
“I don’t know.” She teased. “You’re gonna have to try hard to do better than this.”
Dean grinned wickedly. “Challenge accepted.”
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Am I the asshole for refusing to lend a friend money? 🐱🐱🐱🐱<- (for finding later)
I (28nb) have a friend (28m) who has recently had some problems with employment. He lost his job but has since found another. He is in a living situation with his fianceé where he pays half the rent.
Today he sent me a message asking, very politely, if he could have $59 dollars to cover his half of their rent. He made it clear in his request that he had not discussed this with his fianceé yet.
I said no - one reason being we recently totalled our car and depleted our savings putting money down on a new one (and those interest rates....still ouch), the other being that we've lent almost 1000k to a different friend of ours over the last two years, and haven't been paid back despite multiple verbal agreements.
We are a two income household making a combined 100k a year, but the majority of our income is spent on rent and our student loans. I feel bad because it seems surface level, $59 dollars isn't really that much of an ask. But looking at our broad finances, we're more in-debt to the institutions our loans are paid to than our actual income. We do, however, live comfortably and are privlidged enough to save some money most months. We do donate to causes, and have in the past given our friends places to stay for months at a time when they have no where to go / are in bad financial situations.
When this friend lost his job, I did help him by brainstorming with him on jobs he could do that would suit his sensory needs, and didn't involve customer service. I did research on multiple places close to him that would also suit his transportation limitations and pay him well while accentuating his skillset, and compiled links to the job listings. He has since been hired and onboarded at one of those jobs; he's a very sweet, genuine individual and I'm truly happy because I was also supporting him emotionally during this time and could see how hard this situation was on his mental and physical health.
The other reason I said no was this - he is getting married in one week from the time I'm sending this in. He made it clear in his message he had not talked yet about how he was short for rent with his fianceé. They live together, and go half on rent. I felt very concerned that he was bringing this to me first, and not to his soon-to-be-wife, who deserves financial transparency from her partner (as do we all). I don't think he ever intended to not tell her, but in my opinion money-matters should always be discussed with your significant other first in a healthy relationship.
I discussed this with my wife and she agreed. I told him we couldn't lend him the money and he said he understood. I also encouraged him to talk to his fianceé because she's his best friend and support. I didn't include my p-o-v that he should discuss money matters with her first and foremost because of their relationship and housing arrangement, because I'm hoping that's a conversation they can have in the immediacy?
But I still feel like an asshole and I'm not sure if it's because I said "No," because I have provided financial / housing assistance in the past to others and didn't this time, or because I actually am an asshole.
So - what do you think?
TL;DR - A soon-to-be-married, recently unemployed and then re-employed friend asked for $59 to cover rent. I have helped other friends in the past with rent and housing but said no because we can't afford it right now (which is true, despite being dual income) and also he hasn't discussed being short on rent with his finaceé / housemate yet.
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Yandere Circus Clown X Female Reader
after a bad day, your silly partner will stop at nothing to turn that frown upside down. Pulling out all the stops in their clowning rountine, inhaling helium from spare balloons and even giving you a matching red clown nose that honks just like there’s
This is so cute! Love it!
Yandere Circus Clown x Reader
Gn yan x F reader
TW - one (1) implication of harming someone (not reader)
This had to be the worst day ever. Well, there was probably worse, but seriously what the heck is up with today?! Not one single thing has gone even remotely your way, you've been yelled at no less than 5 times for the most minor issues imaginable, and you even got forced into working 3 hours of overtime! Unpaid!
But at least you were finally home. You immediately flopped on the couch, too grumpy to even give your partner a hug or kiss when they greeted you at the door. You buried your face in the cushions, kicking your shoes off your aching feet.
This worried them. You were so upset! Today must have been truly terrible if you didn't even give them a little smooch or a squeeze. They were a wee bit grumpy about that, but that meant nothing! First things first, you!
They knew what they had to do. As a grand clown, they had to cheer you up!
They started with a classic. "Oh darling, I brought you a pie!" They walked over, pie in hand. They almost made it, until they "accidentally" tripped and fell, landing face first in the pie!
They looked up at you...only to see your frown still had yet to turn upside-down.
"Dearie-me! My deepest apologies, darling! I'll clean this mess right away!" They pulled a handkerchief out of their pocket in order to wipe the bits of pie that had gotten on the floor. When it wasn't enough to clean it all, they pulled out another...which was attached to another, and another, and many others! It didn't stop until there was a huge rainbow pile on the floor.
They looked up again, seeing that you now had a small smirk on your gorgeous face. It was working! But it wasn't quite enough.
They left, returning again with a good few balloons with happy faces on them. "Darling, I've brought our closest friends to join in the party!" Their voice was high pitched, like a chipmunk. "Though, from what I hear, they may not stay long."
They handed over the handful of happy balloons, seeing your eyes soften a bit. Just one more little push! One more and you'd be smiling and laughing happily! But what should they do?
They contemplated it, putting their hand on their chin...and their cheek, forehead, ears, everywhere on their face! Until their hand landed on their nose. Their ridiculous, bulbous, bright red, squeaky nose.
That was it!
They patted their body all over, turning left and turning right, seemingly searching for something. Until they pulled out something round and bright red from one of the many pockets of their colorful attire. They approached, and before you could protest, you now had a matching nose.
They gave it a nice little "honk honk" before kissing you all over. It tickled, and that made you giggle.
"Alright, alright! You'll smudge your nice makeup, hun!" You gently pushed them off you, laughing at their silly antics.
"There she is! My lovely honey! Now what had my precious darling so down in the dumps today?" They pouted, laying down with you and wrapping their arms around you.
You sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it right now...but basically everyone I work with is a bitch." You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Tomorrow was another day. You just had to remember that. "For now can we just cuddle?"
"I would adore that more than anything." They held you tighter, burying their head in the crook of your neck. They really missed you all day, and those last few hours of sudden overtime was like hell.
But at least now you were back. Now they could feel you, see you, smell you. You could overwhelm their senses, just how they liked.
And those coworkers of yours...something awful just might happen to them while you sleep. But who could say?
Yay first f!reader req! I hope people don't mind
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My personal ideas about the bachelor's and Bachelorette's sexualities (its ok if you don't feel the same. These, again, are just my feelings and thoughts):
Penny: a lesbian but doesn't know it. She believes in the nuclear family and grew up in a strict household. This has led her to believe that she is straight, despite her always making time for Maru and the farmer. She could marry a man and have kids, but that's more out of belief of what's right than actual love.
Maru: pan and proud of it. I could see her going to pride parades and bringing her partner.
Alex: he would either be straight or gay. I think it's all in how you read his conversations with the farmer tbh. You could take his comments as flirty jokes or as kind of mean to keep you away.
Harvey: straight. He just seems like your stereotypical anxious nerd I'm sorry.
Hayley: lesbian. 100% lesbian. Trying to convince herself she's straight and that overwhelming feeling she has for women is just deep friendship.
Elliot: bi all the way. He's too dramatic to be straight.
Leah: lesbian. She's an artist with a cabin and wears a braid and wears suspenders. I've never seen a straight woman wear suspenders on the reg.
Sebastian: straight or gay. I still can't figure it out.
Sam: straight. Skater gamer boy who loves his family and wants one of his own.
Emily: I honestly see her as pan but more on the aromantic spectrum. Like she's just super bubbly and happy and isn't actually looking for a relationship.
Abigail: bi but leans more towards women. This needs no explanation.
Shane: I've always seen him as straight ngl. But could also see him marrying someone he cherished deeply as a friend to keep them around so he could have a bit of happiness daily.
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Alrighty, the finale had me growing gray hairs, and I desperately need some fluff...
(Which you can take as long as you need to write it cause I'm sure we're all in the same boat processing this shit-)
Aaaaanywhoooo- it's Chopper (which, is it really a surprise by now??)
Could I possibly get a Crosshair x m!reader who are in a relationship who get a cute date on the beach? Swimming, hanging out, having a good time on Pabu? (We all know that boy needs a vacation)
I am still processing, but this is something I think I can write. As we all know, every clone is still alive on this blog and I have my thoughts about who is actually still alive in canon. That said, @chopper-base I hope you don't mind me replying here instead of an ask so people can see the prompt. I know the gif doesn't totally fit, but he is happy here as he deserves to be.
You watched Crosshair mess with this cybernetic hand at the breakfast table. Of course he knew you were watching. He still had tremors. Losing a hand didn't fix his mind and if anything the phantom pains made it worse.
You crawled on to his lap and gently took his hand in yours. He smiled at you cautiously, but trusted you. His wrist shook, but as you massaged his arm and silently invited him to take some deep breaths with you, it started to subside.
"We should get you some swim trunks," you suggested seemingly out of no where.
"Swim trunks?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Unless you want to go skinny dipping," you added with a grin.
"Maybe not on this particular island. Too many sets of eyes," he answered.
Crosshair had never seen or heard of swim trunks in his life until he met you. He had never gone swimming for fun. It was part of his training as a cadet, but he had never seen anyone just get in the water and play around until he saw you on the beach one day while taking a walk with Batcher.
You got up and took his hand in yours and walked to the shop. Pabu didn't have everything in the galaxy, but there was a nice variety of clothing and he felt heat run to his cheeks the moment you picked up what looked more like underwear than swim trunks.
"You could so pull these off," you said with a hopeful smile. Crosshair was tempted, but he already felt vulnerable enough with this missing hand. He instead decided on a pair of teal and orange trunks that ended about half way up his thigh. You stopped at home again to change and Crosshair decided to leave his cybernetic hand there. He wasn't sure how well the electric components would do in the salt water and he didn't want to be stressed about it. Batcher decided she wanted to come along. You covered each other in sunscreen, grabbed a shaved ice treat to share, and wandered down to your favorite swimming spot.
You got in the water and Batcher followed, splashing and barking. Crosshair couldn't help but smile. How did he get this lucky? He felt he was barely out of prison and he found a boyfriend. A partner, even. And when he came back with a hand missing you never thought less of him. In fact, you seemed more worried about how it would affect him. You held his wrist as if it didn't bother you.
"Come on!" you called.
He strode into the water and stood where you were treading. He was a bit taller than you were, but you used this to your advantage, leaned on him, and snaked your legs around his waist, drawing confidence out of him. He held you and walked further into the ocean until you were both drifting a bit, but not too far away. Batcher doggy-paddled past you as she tried chasing a school of fish and Crosshair laughed. Tears came to his eyes as he held you and watched her while laughing with his full chest. The damn had broken. All these things that were held in for so long came out in that one moment of seeing his dog's silliness and being with you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and spun you around in the water. It was a warm day and the first of many you spend at that spot. For the first time in his life, he was actually free and felt it.
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Red-Hair Masterlist
Navigation Masterlist Here
Red Haired Shanks:
Dancando Lambada (one-shot)
After your ship crashed just off the coast line of your hometown, your friend: the bride, is left without a Captain to perform her ceremony to unite her with her beau. Fortunately for you, you see a ship coming in off the coastline. Will their captain help you in exchange for a night of good food, fine drink and sensual dancing?
Remember Me (one-shot)
Ten years since the love of his life was claimed by the sea, Shanks finds himself celebrating her memory with many a drink in a fishing village. Spluttering over his amber ale, Benn Beckman pales in freight at the sight of a woman drinking merrily at the bar. But it couldn't be her, she was lost to him.
Where is my bride (Sapsorrow Spin Off Drabble)
Once lost, again found: Shanks has accidentally bcome lockd into a cruel plot to have him marry a woman he has never seen nor heart of. The timer is ticking, the claws of the spectre of a woman scorned tethered to him and awaiting to claim his soul should he fail. He has seven days to wed. But where are you?
Two More Times (one-shot NSFW)
A meet up with a beautiful Captain has you feeling unworthy of being by Shanks' side as his partner. Shanks does not like being ignored - he wants to showcase his pretty girl sat on his knee. He reminds you of your importance to him, while punishing you for behaving like a brat. His brat.
Drabbles & Headcanons:
Shanks Likes to Dance HC Drabble
Benn Beckman:
When You Had The Chance (one-shot)
Serving as first mate to the Buggy-Pirates, it was your job to keep your captain grounded and uplifted. When tempers flared, he decided to confront his childhood rival once and for all - pulling out all the stops to finally lay their feud to rest. One of them would be leaving with their life, the other fallen at their feet. Instead of stifling his fury, you decided to elevate your captain’s wrath: seeking vengeance of your own against the man who once cast you aside after you confessed your feelings for him. Crew against crew, Captain against Captain, First-Mate against First-Mate - will you win, or lie at the mercy of the man you once loved.
"Mister Beckman" (one-shot)
The first mate of the Red-Hair pirates is attempting to relax and enjoy his evening with you, but is rudely interrupted by Shanks' tinkering and clanging within the Captain's quarters.
Kind And Gentle (One-Shot)
Your shoulders and back ached with a pain you had attempted to cast aside as you went about your duties. The ache turned excruciating, your focus now being taken hostage between the gripping pain. Fortunately, the grip of two firm hands found your body and eased you through the torment.
You shot a baby? (Dialogue)
Part 2 (one-shot)
Benn Beckman shot Eustass Kid's arm off. You are not happy about it.
Daughter of the Sea (5/5 series)
As a reformed spymistress working for the new title holder of "Worlds Greatest Swordsman," you are prepare for the worst, anticipating every possible outcome. What you did not prepare for was Mihawk's oldest rival presenting you with a sight that had the pair of you perplexed: his latest plunder.
After first meeting years ago, Beckman had longed for you from afar. All those feelings come flooding back to him once he sees the young baby in your arms.
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Unfamiliarity (oneshot)
felix x fem!reader
Synopsis: After her break-up from her long-term relationship, [Y/n] is left wondering if she was deserving of love and gentleness. Fortunately for her, she has a best friend who's been supporting her since the beginning. Not only that, but he's also more than happy to show her she deserves the love she longed for.
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[Y/n] is left touch-deprived and doubting that she's deserving of anything wholesome after having left a relationship that left her with nothing but heartbreak, trauma, and neglect. Her best friend proves her wrong.
Genre(s): fluffy ending, implied best friends to lovers (can be taken platonically), angst
Other tags: non!idol au, (wholesome) physical touch
Content/Trigger Warning(s): mentions of SA (s*xual ab*se) and emotional ab*se from past relationship, very heavy mentions of insecurity and feeling worth is based off s*x, mentions of food
[A/N]: This is more of a ventfic and something that I wanted to just let out. It might not be the best fic I've written as it has a VERY open ending/lacks a proper ending. I also wrote this late at night, very head-empty. I hope if you do read it, you'll feel heard or a reminder that you deserve the love you give to others! <3
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Weeks.
Has it been weeks?
No, it's actually been a few months since the day you gained the confidence and willpower to walk out on your past and very toxic relationship. You've kept track. After all, you thought your ex would be hurting too, until you've discovered from mutual friends that he had already moved on.
That's right. At first, it was a mention from a mutual that they've heard him mention on his own socials that he was going to a concert - a concert of a group you were very confident he didn't know nor listen to very much. Then the day came when it was the supposed concert. You saw on another mutual friend's Instagram that he was seeing the group with the same girl he told you not to worry about countless times prior. The same girl who he would not hesitate to make time when she said the word, yet when you asked him for his time, he would throw a fit. Then goes the most recent news - that he was supposedly trying to get on his coworker.
This boy was the same one who told you, when you sobbed to him while trying to stand your ground, that he didn't agree to this relationship ending and he wanted to continue fighting for you two. The same one that told you that he'd rather you stay with him and heal than walk away. The same one who told you, "will we ever be together again in the future?"
It hurt.
It hurt knowing that this person you gave five long, hard years for threw you away so easily. You fought for him despite your friends and family refusing to support your relationship, despite the fact that they all mentioned how he had red flags yet your young, naive self gave him the benefit of the doubt. You fought for him, yet you got taken advantage of in more ways than you want to remember while he felt little to no remorse for his actions as his words never aligned.
It hurt knowing that while you gave a lot of love to him, you're left wondering if you're even enough for another person, if there will ever be someone in your life to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. While you were still healing, your ex, who you walked away still full of love, was ready to find the next person to fuck around with.
Though many of your friends suggested you to hop on the dating apps and just fuck your feelings away to those who had no strings attached, you knew you couldn't do that. You love with your whole heart. Sure you can sleep with others and enjoy the sex life with potential partners who shared your kinky fantasies, but how can you? Your relationship was full of one-sided lust that you felt like you were only good for sex.
You were healing a lot faster now that months had gone by since your breakup, but it didn't stop the thoughts of insecurity that would constantly come up every now and then. You've gone on many hangouts with friends who happened to be dating and seen just how wonderfully they treat each other and it makes you wonder... 'Will I ever get that kind of treatment?'
After your breakup, you made a vow to yourself that you would set aside as much time as you can to spend with your friends and family, the very people who supported you individually from the start and continued to even after that. Through each hangout, your best friend, Felix, was there every step of the way.
He was always there since the beginning. He was there when he warned you about your ex before you got into that relationship. He was there during your entire relationship, albeit being at a bit of a distance to respect your space and privacy with your partner. Lastly, he's there for you right now.
You had spent the whole day with him, letting the day be a normal hangout - one that allowed you two to enjoy board games with other friends before they had to go home, leaving you alone in your small apartment with Felix.
After the mutual friends had left, Felix had noticed your mood shift slightly towards the end of the game night and decided to bake you some chocolate chip cookies as a treat to cheer you up. He knew they were your favorite sweet treats after all. While he prepped the ingredients and put up a YouTube video in the background, you scrolled through your Instagram feed lazily, only to have the worst timing and notice the same girl you were warned to not worry about post about your ex yet again. Yes you were doing better in this healing process but the pain was still ever so present.
You let out an exasperated sigh as your head dropped into your folded arms against the counter, causing Felix to look up from the video and pause. "Are you alright?"
You only responded with an unhappy, muffled groan in your arms. Felix raised an eyebrow at you as his gaze shifted towards the phone in your hand. Your screen stayed stagnant on the post with your friend and your ex.
"You know, you could always remove this girl from your socials. Why don't you? It's not like you still talk to her." Felix suggested, taking your phone out of your hands and analyzing the post.
"She hasn't done anything directly to make me have a reason to cut her off... it wouldn't be right." You retorted. That thought often crossed your mind without him even mentioning it if you were being honest. It would lift a mental load on you to remove the last person who wanted to associate with your ex from your social media, but you still felt it was wrong to remove someone who never hurt you, at least with intention.
Felix scoffed. "Does it matter? She doesn't know him well enough to know what he did to you, or to anticipate what he might do to her. If it helps you in the long run, you might as well do it."
You ignored his reply, your thoughts were going elsewhere anyway. You stared into nothingness as the post's image burned into your brain, how happy the girl was to be beside the abuser. Your thoughts were going all over the place if you were being honest.
'Why do you want to associate with him? He's a horrible person! Ugh, but you don't know...'
'You don't even know how terrible he is, but I guess sometimes people only learn the hard way...'
'He literally told me not to worry about her and how he only saw her as a little sister figure but why was his hand so dangerously low in that photo...'
'Just how many lies did he feed me to keep me from trusting my gut feelings...'
'She is a pretty girl with a gorgeous figure... it's no wonder he kept his eyes on her.'
'She was the one worth driving an hour and more for without hesitation. She was the one he was willing to treat out to restaurants and gift flowers for. I was the inconvenience after all...'
Your thoughts were becoming sadder and darker as they went through each and every lie he told you. Tears began to well in your eyes until you suddenly felt your hand getting tugged, dragging you out of your thoughts and into the situation at hand. Felix started leading you towards your couch and maneuvered you into sitting onto his lap.
"Wh- Felix, what are you doing? I-I'm heavy!" You started to get embarrassed and immediately tried to lift yourself from his lap, only for him to keep you there with his arms. He kept you in a gentle yet firm embrace that prevented you from trying to escape.
"You're not even heavy, stop it." You stopped squirming and just continued to avoid his gaze. You knew if he saw the tears threatening to fall from your eyes you would hear it from him, but he surprisingly said nothing as he kept you in his arms.
He reached over to the side and grabbed a blanket nearby, drooping over his back before he took each end to make his way to wrap you in. He gently cradled your head into his neck, his head sitting softly atop yours. His other arm kept you in an unescapable hold while rubbing small circles on your back. Although you wanted to escape out of embarrassment, you didn't retaliate to his small, gentle gestures. You felt your muddy thoughts begin to clear out as Felix continued to cradle you in his arms.
"Felix... what are you doing?" You repeated with more naivety and less aggression.
"What does it look like, [Y/n]?"
Your face began to flush, but you tried your best to pay it no mind. "You don't need to do this to me, okay? I don't... I don't deserve it."
"Why do you think you don't deserve it?"
The post burned into your mind again. "Because... there are better people out there who deserve it more than I do." Like her. I'm not someone you should be doing these kinds of things to. I don't deserve it.
"Hmm... maybe you're right, but I know you deserve to feel secure and have affection too." Felix replied, adjusting slightly to turn your head to face his direction as he started brushing his fingers through your hair, pushing your loose strands away from your face to the best of his ability in your position. The gesture small yet soothing, an unfamiliar feeling that you definitely leaned into and enjoyed every minute of.
"I can't imagine what he put you through but what I can tell you is that you too are deserving of more than just being treated as an object. You're not an object, you're a human, okay? So don't ever treat yourself as anything less when you deserve more."
You felt the tears in your eyes rebuild from the ever growing happiness in your heart hearing his words, but you fought them from overflowing. You shook your head, wanting to retort more but as you opened your mouth, the words never left your throat. It felt that if you tried to counter Felix again, the tears would win over and you wouldn't be able to stop. 'I really don't...'
"[Y/n]," he softly pressed his lips against the crown of your head. "You deserve to feel loved too. You deserve to experience the joys of getting a wonderful surprise from your support system. You deserve to be invited and brought to cute and romantic dates with lots of effort. You deserve something even as simple as handholding!"
It's as if he felt your tears fall because he pulled you away from him to use his free hand to gently wipe away the tears from your eyes, not caring that they lightly stained his sleeve and shirt. He continued to brush your loose hairs away from your facial features as he made sure you kept your eyes on him. "You are loved and you will experience that love too. If you allow me, I will show you exactly how you should be treated - although, it might just be the same as what we already do."
"But... what would be the difference between the things we do now compared to the things we will do after this point?"
"Well, I guess I won't have to hold back how I feel about you. That would probably be the only difference." He said with a small chuckle. "But you don't have to worry about anything, I don't expect you to feel anything right away nor do I want you to feel rushed into deciding anything with me. I just want you to experience the love, respect, and happiness you're supposed to have."
You thought about it with a smile. Your current experience with Felix as of recently has been filled with nothing but joy and laughter. There would be times where you would vent about your healing thoughts and he would generously offer an ear and shoulder. Most of the time, however, it was genuine laughs and happiness that triggered your habit of hiccupping when you laughed too hard. Those memories you've made with him recently just made you enjoy his presence more and more. It was no lie that he made sure he always thought of your picky habits whenever others wanted to go to a restaurant, how he made your heart flutter with every smile he shone at you and every gentlemanly gesture he did in consideration of you.
It wasn't going to be an easy lesson to relearn but you knew exactly what he was trying to teach you. You don't know how to accept such kind and affectionate gestures because you were so used to bland, lustful touches. You didn't think you deserved to be treated so delicately when all you've known is how to be used and thrown to the side when the other was no longer satisfied.
It was hard, but you can feel your healing process become much easier and smoother with Felix by your side. After all, he knew you best, he witnessed you through your highs and lows to the point where he learned what ticked you off and what brought you the highest joy. He's someone who observed and applied what he learned to make sure you would be treated with the respect you deserved.
It won't be quick and it won't be easy, but one thing you know for sure is that you felt the most safe and loved with him than anyone you can ever imagine.
-End-
#tw abuse mention#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#felix x reader#felix scenarios#skz x reader#stray kids x reader
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— JUMP THEN FALL (INTO MY CAULDRON FULL OF HOT STRONG LOVE) - TEASER (ISSUE 02)
when trying to unearth hogwarts' resident Golden Boy™ seungcheol's secret girlfriend, leads to the proposition of a lifetime
★ PAIRINGS: seungcheol x fem!reader
★ GENRES: fluff, humour, angst
★ AUs: hogwarts!au, fakedating!au, gryffindor!seungcheol
★ WORD COUNT: ~1.6k (teaser)
♫ title is from taylor swift's 'jump then fall' and celestina warbeck's 'a cauldron full of hot, strong love'
★ ★ ★ A/N: hiiii, i'm alive! here's a little snippet from the next part of jump then fall. please note that things may change when the full chapter comes out, but i really want to share some of what i've been working on! also it's more of the soonyoung+yn dynamic and i literally love them, they're my lil freaks 😭
happy reading!
To say this was going poorly would be an understatement.
One week. You had been following Seungcheol for one week, and nothing. You had nothing to show for it.
Oh, you had photos, two rolls worth.
A snap from the back of Transfiguration. Seungcheol sported a bright smile as he turned a raven into a textbook. His partner, a quirky Hufflepuff by the name of Claire Dobson, sat next to him, clapping enthusiastically.
A click from behind one of the suits of armour lining the hallway. Seungcheol leaned up against the wall, listening to fellow Head Girl, Mythili Mahendran, as she spoke fervently, her arms waving around with each word. He had a reassuring grin as he nodded along, eyes never once leaving her face.
“The only thing this kid is doing is buying a one-way ticket to Burnt-out-ville,” you say, slipping the last bit of film out of the developer potion and hanging it to dry.
On it, a clear snapshot from behind a shelf in the herbology section of the library. Seungcheol was draped over Joshua’s shoulders, eyes crinkled into half moons as he burst out laughing, his pearly whites on full display. Jeonghan sat across from them, a disgruntled sneer on his face.
“Maybe he’s sneaking off somewhere at night?” Soonyoung leaned against the wall of the dark room, the dark red light reflecting off his face.
You shook your head, “Where? Or even better, when? I’ve been following him day and night like his bloody shadow! Golden Boy couldn't even take a piss without me knowing.” There had been barely enough time for you to finish most of your assignments this week, not to mention the 2 feet on Unbreakable Vows you hadn’t even started.
“I’m telling you Hosh,” you start unclipping the dried photos, sorting them into piles. Seungcheol in class. Seungcheol at the library. Seungcheol in the Great Hall. “Perhaps Raveena’s got it wrong.”
Soonyoung scoffs, “Impossible, Pudding’s the best there is.”
You give him a look, “No one is perfect. She was bound to pick up a weird rumour eventually.”
“She’s never gotten a tip wrong Y/N. ” An unspoken yet hung in the air.
Raveena was a capable girl, there was no doubt in that, but you knew a lost cause when you saw one. Soonyoung was as stubborn as a bull though, and you knew he would never see it that way.
Soonyoung chewed his lip before pushing himself off the wall. “There’s always tomorrow I suppose.” He was halfway out the door before it registered.
“Tomorrow?”
“Did you forget?” Soonyoung feigned surprise, and you dreaded his next words. “First Hogsmeade weekend! No better time and place for lovely couples to have a cute little date.”
You resist the urge to drown him in one of your tubs of developer potion.
“I haven’t even begun to research that Defense essay due Monday. Not to mention, the ten million other things we need to study.” You slam the cannister you were holding down onto the counter, exasperated. “Or did you forget we’ve got N.E.W.T.s this year?”
Soonyoung pouts shaking his head and fiddling with the chipping wood of the doorway, “Come on Y/N, I’ve even got disguises for us!“
You loved your best friend, truly, with all your heart. But he was a Grade A schemer to the core.
“I promise I’ll help you with your essay when we get back,” He turned on puppy dog eyes before adding, “I’ll even throw in sweets from Honeydukes! Whatever you want, it’s on me.”
You were running low on sugar mice and you did eat your last pumpkin pasty during Seungcheol’s prefect rounds the other night.
“Fine,” you grumble, drying your hands off before whipping around and stabbing a finger in his direction, “But this is the last! If we come out empty-handed, you’re going to drop it. Promise?”
Soonyoung put his hands up, “Swear on my Nan’s grave.” He makes a crossing motion across his chest and points up at the ceiling, sending a wink your way, and dodging the towel you chuck at him.
The next morning, you find Soonyoung waiting for you in the entrance hall.
You curl your lips, looking him up and down. He wore thick brown robes with a gold monogrammed “SK” on the chest, a stark contrast to your plain faded navy ones. On his head sat a matching brown deerstalker, his blond bangs poking out from underneath.
“What's with the hat?”
Soonyoung grinned, sticking out a small bag, “Disguises!” Inside, were some sunglasses, a couple of stick-on fake moustaches, and a cheap-looking wig.
“I wanted you to have the first pick!” Soonyoung says as you decide on a pair of matte black sunglasses and a bushy chevron moustache.
He chooses a handlebar moustache and brown tortoiseshell sunglasses for himself, “How do I look?”
“Like you’re about to solve a murder,” you say dryly, “all you’re missing is a magnifying gl-”
“Oh sweet summer child, do you under-estimate your friend so?” He sticks an arm into his robes, pulling out a gold-rimmed magnifying glass.
Holding the glass flat in your direction, he presses down on a secret button in the handle. A bright light flashes along with a loud clicking noise and you throw your arms up to cover your eyes.
“Merlin!” Soonyoung scratches his head and peers at the glass befuddled. “I thought I’d turned that off.”
You snatch the device and weave an arm around his, “I’ll fix it on our way. We’ve got to get a move on if we want to get to Hogsmeade while he’s still there.”
“You’ve got your camera?”
You scoff as you pat at your chest, where there is a small bump under your robes. “Of course, I’m no amateur.”
The path up to the small wizarding village is free of any students. Most of them tend to head up earlier, wanting to make the most of their rare reprieve from school. This was fine with the two of you though. It allowed Soonyoung to ramble about a few other stories the team was working on that week, while you fixed his magnifying glass.
It was easy, nothing a few modified silencing charms and an expungement charm couldn't fix. As for your own camera, all it needed was a well-placed disillusionment charm, and it disappeared against your chest.
★ ★ ★ A/N: i hope you enjoyed this lil preview! please lemme know what you think 🥺
★ TAGLIST: @scarlet742 @ochidize @zo-byeol @hannieween @dearxia @leejihoonownsmyheart
#seungcheol x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fic#seungcheol scenarios#seventeen scenarios#choi seungcheol#choi seungcheol x reader#my writing#writing#fic recs#band: svt#member: seungcheol#author: cvntrlseecvntrlvee#title: JUMP THEN FALL (INTO MY CAULDRON FULL OF HOT STRONG LOVE)#title: jump then fall
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Hi there, I was wondering who were your oc's first in terms of intimacy?
Walter's first was one of his fellow moonlighters in the middle of Med-School. He was stressed one evening and his fellow student suggested intimacy to blow off some steam.
Evan's first was his favorite Nanny on his 18th birthday. Even has always had a thing for the more 'mommy' types and absolutely was down bad for his Nanny for a while.
Carlos' first was when he was in Guatemala studying the feeding habits of Jaguars. One of the ladies he worked with on the trip propositioned him and he was happy to take the offer.
Jackson is a Virgin.
VIRGIN. Amira is very intimidated by the idea of intimacy and believes she should only be intimate with someone she loves.
Kaya's first was her partner of the time while she was defending her thesis. They went their separate ways not long after due to conflicting views on fracking.
Julie's first was while was on a trip to Venice. A random handsome stranger propositioned and she didn't refuse.
Hada's first was one of her classmates when she first started education in marine biology. She was already in America at this point but did have a few past significant others get close.
Hahne is a virgin. He didn't lose his virginity before he transitioned because he felt like he was uncomfortable in his own skin. He hasn't really been interested/confident enough with anyone after his transition. The only person he would consider hooking up with just to get the experience (other than his beloved) is Evan and even then it makes Hahne squirm at the thought.
Orion's first was when he was in his late teens and took interest in a feisty Italian hooker. His wealthy background was enough to convince her to hook up with him.
#kiame-sama#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#reader insert#tw yandere#my oc#my yandere oc#my ocs do not steal#walter woods#carlos vargas#evan rothchester#jackson locklear#amira woods#hada yamare#hahne yamare#orion medici#julie winter#Kaya braziel
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What if the love story in folklore is either Taylor spending time with Matty in a Joe intermission, or Joe doing something similar.
It adds meaning to the “he wasn’t a fool” convo from long pond between Jack and Taylor. If Jack is saying Taylor wasn’t a fool to spend time with him at a point when things were over. It also links with Taylor’s songs with MH being about being children.
Though there might also be something to Betty’s “show up at my party”, and “crashed my party in your rental car”.
Teenage love triangle needs revisiting!
so taylor says "my husband is cheating" and "We learned thе right steps to different dancеs, And fell victim to interlopers' glances" on the album about joe so I definitely think our long-running suspicion that joe cheated on taylor is confirmed but I think taylor also owns up to her OWN missteps and I think the folklore love triangle is a comment on all of that, not JUST taylor's affair with matty.
i don't think you can just one for one fill in the characters of the love triangle with three concrete people (like for example I've seen people say betty is taylor, halsey is august, james is matty or something like that)
i think they're all vibey songs- cardigan is taylor's perspective of what it's like to have someone from your past come back to you and make you feel better. i do think this song, in general, according to taylor, is about matty showing back up while joe was letting her down if we're going to believe what she said on eras tour (this is about you, you know who you are, I love you).
but i do think betty is taylor and joe talking to each other, both apologizing for cheating.
and i think august is ALSO taylor's perspective perhaps talking about how she felt about being the other woman to matty's partner (fka twigs?) but also I think she may have been trying to take into consideration the feelings of whoever joe cheated on her with.
remember, taylor's team confirmed that taylor and joe were on and off for a long time and had broken up before the big confirmed break up in April of 2023 and I've of course had tea confirming they broke up many times as well. i think one of these iterations was over quarantine (I have heard they got couples counseling in 2020). hence them writing songs like betty, exile, ch probs, and coney island together! and of course, taylor writing songs like illicit affairs and ivy along with the love triangle songs (and also tolerate it and happiness IMO were just about struggles with joe).
i think one of these breakups had to do with matty and also perhaps infidelity on joe's part but they worked it out and wrote songs together to cope and taylor wrote a bunch of songs about infidelity to process and understand it all.
the way the house in ivy burns down at the end and then taylor lights the lover house on fire and burns it down on eras tour to me is just chef's kiss. and it just ALL comes together on ttpd don't get me started on matty's matches in loml ("your arson's match your somber eyes") and all the other connections to folkmore/the love triangle.
i think most of folkmore is about these affairs and the failures of taylor and joe's relationship (while still trying to come back together and heal it with songs like evermore and willow and long story short). you can't really blame her for hiding it all in a fictional setting given how the public would have commented on the drama esp if she and joe were trying to work it out!
i comment a lot on all of this in my Learning the Lore of TTPD series part I is here on spotify and here on apple podcasts!
#taylor swift#folklore#evermore#cardigan#betty#august#folklore love triangle#matty healy#joe alwyn#swifties#the tortured poets department#ttpd#fortnight#how did it end#mbobhft#tsmwel#ivy#folkmore#tswift
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This is the kind of post that become a flight of thought and reasoning with a bit of hc.
The Break Up with Lord Astarion
Like: Asc Astsrion dickpic photo of a drunk ex - behavior
nah well if drunk... still nah+meh
Astarion has centuries of seduction experience. His brains aren't so smooth as to send Tav a "dickpic" in hopes of attention and success. He'll come up with a really nice and neat plan to get Tav to come to him on their own. He's got time.
It's AU meme modernity ofc. It's hard to work. Without context, Astarion loses a lot. The medieval, vampirism and slavery is a big context.
Depends on how painful it was. Let's say it went okay, a little uncomfortable, but normal.
In modern times, if Tav was kind, he'd be something charitable, showy. For Tav and good for building influence, too. For love of the people.
If Tav was more evil. He'd be doing something extravagant, still logical. Looking like a fool is not a best seduction tactic.
For a good Tav, he'd create parks in the city, and support the arts, charities. For the evil Tav, he would seek influence in closed circles so that those she knows about (admires) would talk about him and his deeds like new skyscraper-hotels with casinos.
In any field he would quickly become famous: a beautiful man with refined taste.
Speaking of the Middle Ages, in Faerun.
Depends on what Tav is interested in, it's magic - the best relics from around the world in Baldur's Gate. New opportunities for mages from all over Faerun. Come to Baldur's Gate.
Warfare - don't even ask.
Fella will climb into any dragon lair on his own to get to impress. (And have some fun).
Astarion despite having goals, would quite enjoy and discover new things in the world.
In general, he would get his way. I don't think it's even canonically obsessive, that you can't get off once, like a frenzy, nah.
He'd remember his personal plans, he'd party a lot, he'd be sad sometimes that Tav couldn't share the fun with him.
Eventually he was able to taste the food again. There was so much around that he couldn't for 200 years. Seriously he would eat 10 kinds of desserts and enjoy them, forgetting everything.
I prefer it when Tav loves everything and shares eternity, pleasures and decadence, the line of play.
In this line-breakup I'm more interested in the “partners in crime” that Lord Astarion suggests. That's the fun line of the game.
Here, if Tav friendly agrees, he definitely:
Kinda Friendship Zone. But Astarion is ok with it.
-- Everyone on the Sword Coast thinks they're having an affair.
-- He very often emphasized in the beginning that Tav was his friend, like a little poke. But he stopped doing that when Tav returned the favor.
-- Astarion feels the need to touch Tav's hand. In general, touching Tav makes him feel better. This Tav is also tactile, she needs to touch someone she likes, someone she is friends with.
-- That Tav is a druid. She turns into a frog if Astarion goes too far. And starts croaking. A thing that makes him angry, sad and happy.
-- Astarion crosses the lines of edgy flirting while dancing.
-- Sometimes Astarion thinks dark thoughts, but he always just thinks them. He has time. To lose her smile is to be a fool.
-- He always sulks for about three days when their temprs clash. But that doesn't happen very often. This Tav is as calm as a toad in the sun.
-- Surprisingly. He was so greedy for her time, literally, but he'd only gently invite her to join him - for a party, a walk, on a ship to Calimport. Tav had said no a few times. Needing to keep her distance, not to spoil the greedy dragon. And he'd just go like a cat and she'd be bored while he got the fun of traveling. He brought back souvenirs. But she would have liked to see his smile the first time he looked at this town.
-- No friend in the Realms gets gifts like Tav.
-- His legions of crows are on duty outside her house. Tav didn't mind, she didn't have the best opinion of the world anyway. They were showing up together, these rumors... who need to prick him, will prick her.
-- At sunset they often walk together in the parks in the Upper City.
#ascended astarion#lord astarion#astarion#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#my analysis
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The Fallen King Part 2: The Room Where It Happens
Part 1
(Tw for suicide. Rewritten from 7th May 2024. ) )
Atsushi had poured Dazai a glass of whiskey as was customary. Sometimes Dazai would offer Atsushi his own glass but that was rare.
Dazai took it but his gaze was not on Atsushi who was at his side. But out to the skyline, to the city below them. "Do you remember the night I found you, Atsushi?"
"I could never forget something like that. I'd sooner forget my own name."At that Dazai had chuckled, taking a swing of his drink as he did so.
"I would sincerely hope not. I went to all the trouble of picking one for you after all."Atsushi had faltered but any worry he had offended the boss faded at the others amusement.
Though not all the worry faded. It was always hard to tell what Dazai was thinking, what mood he was in at any given moment. A joke that made him laugh yesterday could be the reason for an execution the next.
"The night I found you was indeed special night. I recieved a new weapon in my arsenal. But I also had quite the dream." Said Dazai.
"I saw Yokohama, she was almost glowing in the sun. The very shadows on the streets seemed warmer. You were there, laughing beside Kyouka. Even Chuuya looked happy, though he was grumbling of course."
A smile, one that Atsushi knew deep down had to be genuine was on his face. As it always was when Dazai talked about Chuuya. An unmistakable fondness in the undertone of voice even at the mention of his partner.
"It was like seeing light in an otherwise pitch black sky. This, I believe was a vision of the future." Dazai turned to face Atsushi and all traces of fondness vanished. Replaced by a cool and calculating look, almost almost reflexively Atsushi lowered his gaze.
"But while I saw you all in the light, I couldn't see myself. Why do you think that?" Asked Dazai, his tone giving away nothing at all.
Atsushi hadn't been sure. At the time he'd stated that "it sounds like a lovely dream. Maybe you didn't see yourself because it was from your perspective.". Dazai had chuckled, airy and amused.
"Hah, clever as always aren't you Atsushi." But there was something else in his voice. Something that Atsushi couldn't quite place, not than.
Not before he had been dismissed. But now, years later as he stood and recited this conversation to the executives Atsushi finally knew.
That Dazai hadn't seen himself... Because he had envisioned a future without him in it.'
That was why Dazai's final instruction was for Atsushi to leave for the light. So that his dream could come true for them all. And yet, Atsushi had stayed.
It made him feel ill.
And yet not ill enough to abandon his plan entirely. Atsushi truly was a traitor, he didn't deserve to be here at all.
"It was than he looked at me and said there was no helicopter. There was never one coming. He told me, that this was the last dream he would ever have. He smiled at me... And than he jumped."
The silence that followed that declaration was suffocating. The only thing Atsushi could feel was his heart racing as he waited for the inevitable.
He could've counted down the seconds from 5 before an invisible force picked him up and without warning slammed his head into the wall behind him.
It wasn't often Atsushi was right.
But he felt no satisfaction at predicting correctly, not here. His body was pinned to the wall and the desk guarding him was tossed to the side without effort.
Atsushi had thought he'd become familiar with Chuuya's anger. The last time he'd seen Chuuya enraged was on a mission where several of his subordinates were badly injured.
That did not hold a candle to the inferno standing before him.
"And what the fuck were YOU doing?!" The 'you' was punctuated with a punch that hit Atsushi soildly in the jaw. Even now, even with all this rage it was a controlled hit.
One that should've shattered all the bones in his jaw, but it only fractured them.
Many people couldn't speak with a fractured jaw, but Atsushi was not one of them. Chuuya had trained him after all, knew his strengths and weaknesses better than most.
And each one was followed by another.
And another.
Each timed to strike the moment before Atsushi's ability could undo the damage.
"What the hell were you thinking?! What did you just watch?! Let him fall and stand idly by?! Huh?!" Screamed Chuuya. His fist was a blurr to all but Atsushi who tracked his movements on instinct.
All the while he remained silent.
Even if Atsushi could come up with an excuse he wouldn't. Because Atsushi deserved this. If he actually wanted to survive this he would tell Chuuya he was going easy on him.Atsushi deserved so much worse and they both knew it.
'So why...?'
"Chuuya!" Called Kouyou, hidden concern in her eyes as she looked at Atsushi. But both of them knew she wouldn't get involved, no one would.
Few are brave enough to walk into the eye of a hurricane. And yet... Chuuya lowered his fist.
Atsushi didn't understand, how was he not being blown to smitherens? Chuuya looked as angry as he had been at the start of this. But his fist shook ever so slightly.
"You know damn well you could've stopped him. That you could've dove after him, scaled down the building like King Kong and got him to safety....So why?!"
The next punch went through the wall. Atsushi blinked in shock as Chuuya purposefully missed his head. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of Chuuya right now. The man could kill Atsushi without a thought... But it scared Atsushi more that he wouldn't.
Had he been wrong? That Chuuya hadn't cared for Dazai as much as Atsushi thought. But that didn't seem right, Atsushi had seen them both so in love for years. Chuuya sounded no different than usual but there was something off.
It hit Atsushi harder than any punch ever could when he realised that it wasn't anger.
It was Chuuya begging.
Chuuya Nakahara, the strongest man in the Port Mafia and damn well all of Yokohama... Was begging Atsushi to explain himself. To explain to Chuuya why he had let Dazai die.
That was the strength of their bond, that Chuuya would throw aside his pride to beg for answers from his subordinate.
It was wrong.
It was so completly and utterly wrong and Atsushi couldn't do it. He could've broken down right than and there.
But he couldn't and it hurt more than any blow ever could.
Watching Dazai fall was one of the hardest things Atsushi would ever witness. But he had never considered the pain that came with watching Chuuya shatter before his eyes.
Knowing that it was all Atsushi's fault. "I couldn't do it" said Atsushi, what was supposed to be a neutral tone, cracked and gave a glimpse of the pain he was feeling inside. He cursed himself for it.
Why did he sound like he was the one about to cry? When all of this was his doing, Atsushi didn't have the right to grieve. Chuuya frowned. Almost like he sensed that there was something more.
Panic welled up in Atsushi's heart but he remained silent. That was when Ace of all people spoke up "Well, be as it may. With the Boss gone you're his ideal replacement."
Despite this being Atsushi's end goal from the moment he'd walked into the meeting room, he was suprised. "Him?" Asked Kouyou, showing her own suprise that carried on to the others.
"Oh don't look at me like that. I doubt any of you would let me do it." That, they all agreed with wholeheartedly. "And unless you 3 are offering" Kouyou grimaced as did Verlaine while Chuuya didn't say a word.
He froze momentarily before picking himself back up. Hurt and betrayal filled his eyes and Atsushi flinched. "So that's what this was about..." Atsushi wanted to deny it but it was the truth wasn't it?
It was exactly what he had done, Chuuya was just spelling it out for him. But every part of Atsushi screamed in protest. Begging him to deny Chuuya's claim but Atsushi didn't. He hadn't killed Dazai to take his spot... But he might as well have.
Atsushi fell to the ground as Chuuya relinquished his hold onto him. His mentor glaring down at him, but none of that anger could hide the hurt.
"You knew he was planning stunt, did you?" His voice was icy, and not unlike Dazai himself when he was mad. "And what? Decided that you could get ahead? Let him lead you away so none of us would be any wiser and push him off?!"
"Chuuya!" Called Verlaine, trying to diffuse the situation. Chuuya paid him no heed and Atsushi didn't react to Verlaine's silent plead. Telling Atsushi to say something, to say anything at all to defend himself. But Atsushi remained silent.
"And how convient for you." Chuuya smiled but it was all teeth and no warmth. "How long have you been sitting on that one huh? What was this 4 and a half years in the making maybe?" He scoffed. "I shouldn't be suprised given you killed your last mentor."
Atsushi stumbled back like he'd been stabbed. Pain exploded through his chest. But there was no wound. There was no blood and yet he was in agony.
Like he had any right to feel hurt.
"That's enough" Said Kouyou firmly. "We still need to vote on the subject. And in case you were all unaware, the building is quite literally falling apart." She had come to Atsushi's aid. But he really wished she hadn't.
Chuuya scoffed.
"I'll go deal with it, I want no part in this shit." He left left the room, slamming the door shot without giving Atsushi a second look. Atsushi shakily got to his feet.
To his suprise Verlaine smiled at him. It was a warm and sad like his always were. "I'll go after him but" he took off his hat, clutching it to his chest. And gave a respectful bow to Atsushi."You have my vote, Boss." He twirled his hat, putting it back on and left."
"Show off" remarked Kouyou rolling her eyes fondly before addressing Atsushi. "You have mine too, Boss" She added kindly, standing to give her own bow.
"I wouldn't have said it otherwise, you have mine too Boss. And majority rules." Said Ace, bowing with Karma following in suit. Atsushi should feel relieved that his plan worked.
But he couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything. The burning pain in his chest had subsided leaving him feeling nothing but empty.
"Thank you, we can conclude this meeting later. Preferably when the building isn't falling apart." At that they both chuckled, which Atsushi appreciated before everyone became serious.
"I need both of you to gather your subordinates down to the lower floors. Kouyou you will take the east and Ace will take the west. In accordance with the Homecoming protocol."
It was one of the many protocols in place at the Port Mafia.
This one stated that if Headquarters had been attacked, the clean up crew and lower ranked subordinates would check that the building was structurally sound.
If it wasn't, like now Chuuya and Verlaine would keep the building steady. While they did that, the construction crew would use their abilities to reinforce the building. Kouyou and Ace were to lead the evacuations. Meanwhile Atsushi and Kyouka would patrol the outer ring to ensure the attackers didn't get away.
Atsushi tried not to think about how he'd done exactly that when let Akutugawa and his friends go free. "Very well, but I would suggest that you and Kyouka join me." Said Kouyou.
Not even bothering to hide how eager she was to go find Kyouka. A feeling that Atsushi shared immensely. He knew she was okay alone. But he'd been terrified for her during that fight with the Agency.
Though that fight felt like years ago now.
He didn't acknowledge the part of this that meant Kouyou wanted the responsibility of protecting him. As he was the Boss now. "I'll be right behind you" agreed Atsushi, needing a minute to get his bearings together.
"I just need to call Verlaine. Head to your areas, make sure to keep everyone close. We can't afford to have any stragglers."
Kouyou nodded, a kind smile on her face that Atsushi almost recoiled at because she shouldn't be treating him so kindly.
Both executives nodded, pausing to bow before leaving. Atsushi was reassured that it was as odd for them as it was for him. 'Something to get used to' he mused, before noticing Karma was still there.
"Can I help you?" Karma shook his head as he shly pulled out a parcel from a bag. "For you, Kyouka mentioned tha-" "Karma!" Yelled Ace, suddenly noticing his subordinate wasn't with him like he was supposed to be.
He wouldn't be punished though, Ace probably knew what he was doing. And he'd always had a soft spot for his subordinates. Karma smiled, sheepish "coming!"
He looked back at Atsushi, giving him a "happy birthday Atsushi...I mean Boss!" He apologised, bowing and running to where his mentor was waiting for him.
Atsushi watched him go, standing there frozen in place.
Oh.
Oh.
It was today, wasn't it? He thought of claws tearing into flesh. Of screams and sobs that might of been his own. Of hugging the smiling frame of the Headmaster... as he died in his arms.
Did Dazai smile at him too, as plummeted to the ground?
The thought of it made Atsushi sick to his stomach. The irony that he killed them both on the day he was born. Atsushi numbly put the package in his bag. He left the room, heading outside to join the others. It was just a little bit longer and than he'd be with Kyouka.
And everything would be fine. And that was a lie but Atsushi could pretend for just a little bit longer.
Because he was selfish like that.
That was when Atsushi realised he had wandered off further ahead.
He frowned, looking around and catching the glimpse of a familiar looking coat on the ground.His blood ran cold as he looked at his mentor.
His mentor who was still smiling at him, just like the Headmaster had done so on this day.
'Happy birthday, Atsushi.'
Atsushi screamed.
#The Fallen King#bsd beast#bungou stray dogs beast#beast atsushi#beast chuuya#beast dazai#atsushi nakajima#chuuya nakahara
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