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Hi there darling, saw your requests open, so I decided to slide in like the snail i am
Aventurine x reader arguments ansgt to fluff
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aventurine X reader whos love language is also gift giving (like his) and reader likes to receive gifts too but feels guilty when aventurine spends too much money on them
Risking too much (ft. Aventurine)
Pairing: Aventurine x reader
Tags: angst to comfort, established relationships, slightly dark themes
Warnings: spoilers for 2.1 (mentions of Aventurine's real name), non-native english writer, might be OOC
A/N: Thank you for your request! ♡ It took some time to write, I was insanely busy the last few days, sorry qwq Don't know if this is what you wanted, but I've tried my best
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Aventurine is constantly putting everything on the line, even himself.
Needless to say, the constant risk intertwined with his life was making you terribly anxious every day. You knew that he was scared for his life, too, waiting for the fortune to leave him at any moment.
One of his recent missions was supposed to take no more than a day. "It should be a piece of cake", he said. But in the evening you were still alone, staring at the phone screen with a dozen unanswered messages. Aventurine had been online that morning, not so long after he left, but you hadn't heard from him since.
Just a horrifying emptiness.
Three long days passed before he showed up on the doorstep of your shared home, absolutely exhausted. Needless to say, you hadn't eaten or slept much the whole time, checking your private messages every now and then.
"Hey, love…" he was trying to hide his own storm of different emotions behind his usual smile. "I'm sorry, I…"
But you didn't let him finish.
"You disappeared for three days! Three!" there was so much pain and despair in your voice that every word felt like a stab to his heart. "I thought you were dead!"
To be honest, he thought he was going to die too. Maybe he lied a little about the complexity of the mission so as not make you worried, hoping that he'd get lucky and everything will end much quicker.
"Not everything went according to plan," he was ashamed to hide anything from you, even the gruesome details. "There were… Problems with some hostile people who didn't want to negotiate with IPC representatives."
"Like?.." you asked, preparing for the worst.
"Like... I was captured and they really wanted to get rid of me. But… They didn't succeed. Everything's okay now, right? I'm here. And I'm alive," Aventurine tried to smooth things over, but judging by the way tears started rolling down your cheeks, he didn't succeed either.
"Everything's okay, you say? After you nearly died?!"
His facade immediately dropped. Aventurine pressed his lips tightly together, realizing how much stress was weighting not only on him, but on you too every time. And he couldn't blame you for reacting so emotionally.
If you suddenly disappeared from his life without a word, he'd go insane.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want an apology!" you sobbed. "I want to know that my beloved is alive and safe, that I won't have his corpse brought home to me! I'm tired of not knowing where you are or if you're okay."
Aventurine knew you had every right to be angry, to scream and cry. He just held you in a tight embrace, silently listening as you expressed everything that had built up inside you over the past three days, still repeating how sorry he was for leaving you worried.
Slowly but surely, your anger subsided, leaving only a heavy feeling somewhere in your chest. You were still crying, hiding your face in his chest. But a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders anyway.
"Please, Kakavasha," you felt him flinch at the mention of his name. "Please be careful. I don't know how I will survive without you if something happens. I've almost gone crazy these days, not knowing what to expect."
Aventurine could understand your feelings. The whole time he'd been held hostage, his thoughts were all about you, about how worried you must be, waiting for him to return.
"I won't leave you alone, no matter what, I swear," Aventurine whispered back. "I was blessed to meet you. No way I'd do anything to lose you."
You were still holding him tightly in your arms, trying to calm your racing heart. Oh, Aeons, there was no way you were going to let him get out of your embrace anytime soon.
"I'll take a few days off... A week. We can spend all this time together, alright?" he continued, gently rubbing your back. "Just you and me, doing whatever you like."
As you slightly nodded, he let out a soft sigh. How lucky he was for having you, the only person alive who really cared about him no matter what. And how ungrateful he was for keeping you worried all the time.
"Good. I've been missing you so much."
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Little Girl Gone (pt 6)
word count: 2k
information: y'all, i am so sorry this took so long, i've been in a slump and clinicals just started so i've also been super busy. but i promise i am going to finish this!
warnings: smut. dirty, filthy, nasty smut. seriously, its like 3 pages of smut with some dialogue, but i won't apologize for it 🙃
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Tommy’s POV
It had been a week. It had been a fucking week since I had last seen Y/N, since I had tasted her lips on her kitchen counter and gathered the strength to pull away. Dealing with business and family had made this week drag on like months, leaving a hole in my chest that grew everyday I wasn’t around her. I had been so close to having her, her body and mind were almost mine, and then I remembered that stupid, pointless meeting in Camden, and I pulled away like an idiot. I was needed at the meeting, but still; I needed her more.
Everytime that my mind has dared to go back to that night, it always ends the same. Me in a bathroom or closet or any other private place, jerking my cock like a madman. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I needed to have her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see her for a while, and that only made it worse. It only made me treasure the memories more.
“Thomas,” Polly croaked, I could still see the tear stains on her face from earlier.
Business had not gone well, ending with Arthur and John being arrested, and Michael getting his ass handed to him in the process. Polly had been crying and screaming the entire time, along with Ada, who is ever the dramatic. Ada has now resumed her vow of silence against me, at least until I get our brothers free, and Polly won’t stop fucking crying, tears coming out between her hands as she covers her face. I understand her upset, I really do, but it isn’t my fault that her son manages to get beat to a pulp everytime we go out, and she knows it.
“Yes, Pol?” I finally answer, the solemn look not leaving my face.
“What are you going to do? Ya have to get your brothers, the longer their in there the more pissed they’ll be,” she breathes, “I can take care of Michael, but you’ve got to handle things with the prison.”
Finally recognizing some of the life that comes back to her eyes, I sit for a moment. It’s not a problem to get Arthur and John out, I pull people from the jail all the time. I’m just not sure what to do with them once they’re out. They’ll be angry, looking for revenge, and I’ve got a sweet girl waiting on me that overpowers all thoughts of payback. Everyone will get what's coming for them, we are the Shelbys after all, but I want to come first. Preferably all over Y/N.
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Another week gone by, and still I haven’t gotten to see her. The hole is now a gaping wound, and my cock is sore from how much my hand has been on it.
I was right, Arthur and John drug me straight back to Camden Town after they got out, and it’s taken all week to stalk and plan out our retribution. We got it, but at what cost? I still haven’t been around to see Y/N. I know she's been at the house, Pol called and told me that she asked her over and watch Finn while she tended to Michael. Hearing that made my heart swell the most it has in a long time, just knowing she cared enough to do something as simple as watch my kid brother. I am so far gone for her, and I don’t even think she realizes that she holds the most powerful man in Birmingham at her fingertips.
The three of us eventually arrive back to Watery Lane, and I immediately notice that Y/N’s umbrella is propped by the door. The adrenaline begins to rush through my veins, waking up all of the feelings that I just got to lie down this past week. All that lust and longing comes flooding back into me, all from an umbrella by the door. I enter the house first, and hear the sounds of laughter coming from the seating room. I peek around the door frame to see Finn and Y/N, locked in some sword battle, using sticks as their weapons. They slash at each other, Y/N obviously holding back given that she has almost two feet in height on the kid, but still it’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.
I, Tommy Shelby, just found something adorable. Something is truly wrong with me.
I ultimately decide not to disturb them and continue walking to my room. It’s only when I get to my room however, that I notice the tent that has formed in my pants. Fuck, I can’t even see her without getting aroused. I hear John and Arthur speaking to them downstairs, and figure that they’ll keep them busy long enough for me to handle my issue. I carefully shut my door, and lie down on my bed. Loosening my pants, I free my cock from its confines. The skin is red from straining against my clothes, but it only adds to the tenderness as I stroke myself. I imagine it being her hands, dragging up and down my length, toying with the sensitive head. I run my thumb over it, letting the pain from being so hard morph into the pleasure I’m imagining in my head. I picture her mouth, those soft, pink lips wrapping around me, licking and kissing all over my skin until she finally makes her way down. She’d start slow, testing the waters to see how she could handle me, until finally sinking all the way down, my cock touching the back of her throat. The same throat that makes all those mouthy remarks, and keeps all those secrets of what she wishes I’d do to her. I even go so far as to imagine her own fantasies, picturing her getting off to the thought of my hands on her, just like I’m doing now. The soft moans that would spill out of her mouth, falling hard in the silence of her apartment. The way her fingers dive and retreat in and out of that pussy; I know it’s tight, it has to be. That leads me to my next train of thought. The warm center between her legs, that would be dripping in arousal by the time I got around to it. She’d be so wet that it would go down her thighs, it’d be enough for me to drink. I let out a small moan, the feeling of my hand and the delusions in my head becoming too powerful. I can almost feel the softness of her lower lips, as they part to let me in. The filthy sounds she would make as I drove into her, first from on top of her, then once she got adjusted to my size, the way I would take her from the back.
The motion of my hand stops as soon as I hear a glass shatter, and I peel open my closed eyes to find Y/N, standing at my door, face flush, with a shattered glass and pool of water around her feet. Her eyes do not meet mine, and I realize that they’re dialed in on my cock, with my hand still wrapped around it.
“Tommy, I-I am so sorry, I had no idea-”
I don’t let her finish before I’m on my feet. I step over the glass, scooping her up in my arms before placing her inside my room so that she doesn’t step on the glass. I close the door behind her, somewhat aware that my hard on is still out on full display.
“How long have you been watching me, bad girl?” I say, bringing the same hand that was on my cock seconds ago up to her cheek. Her skin feels better than mine ever could.
“Not long, I swear it Tommy,” she rasps, trying to keep her eyes on my face.
“Did you hear me moan? That was for you, Love. You were what I was imaging,” I breathe, tipping my head towards hers.
“No-”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”
“Yes, I heard you Tommy. It was a beautiful sound.” She finally admits, leaning into my touch and resting her forehead against mine.
I smile at her, and go back to sit on my bed. When she doesn’t follow, I make the decision then and there. She can watch.
I begin stroking my cock again, this time keeping my eyes on her. I can see that she’s a little confused, but more aroused than anything. I spot that blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, and onto her chest. I can see how heavily she’s breathing, her eyes darting between my face and my hand. I let out another moan as I see her hand go up to her breast, palming herself through the fabric of her shirt. She’s as needy as I am, she just won’t admit it.
I keep my pace, speeding up my hand to keep time with her breathing. The rise and fall of her breast picks up enough that I can feel my end coming near. She’s still watching, waiting to see me finish. I’ve never had an audience before, but I like that she’s the one seeing me. I give my length one last pull, and cum erupts, landing all over my stomach. I keep my hand moving until the last drop comes out, dribbling down my thumb.
“Come here, Y/N.” I say, motioning her with my finger.
She approaches me, staring at the mess I’ve made at myself, all at the sight of her.
“Yes, Tommy?” She questions, that sweet voice dripping in feigned innocence.
“Open your mouth.” I demand.
She does as she is told, and I stick my thumb into her waiting mouth.
“Clean it.” I poke her tongue with my digit, and she closes her mouth around it.
She swirls her tongue around my thumb, lightly sucking at the calloused skin of my hand. She is very thorough, but if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to take her right here, with every member of my family in this house. She pulls away, letting my thumb go from her mouth with a pop. I move to sit up, heading to the bathroom to clean myself off. Before I have the chance to reach my feet, she pushes me back down, her hand gripping my shoulders.
“What are ya doing, Love?”
“I’m cleaning you up, Thomas.” Fuck, even just my name coming from her mouth is almost enough to have me hard again.
She straddles my knees, bracing her hands on either side of my hips. I just allow her, wanting whatever physical contact she’ll give to me. She lowers her head, bringing it to the bottom of my stomach. She darts her tongue out, licking up the cum that pooled at my waistline. She swallows it, and I am in awe as I watch her. She traces the erratic trail up my body, her mouth leaving warmth in its wake. My skin flushes at her touch, and I jump when she lands her mouth on the ticklish part of my side, where the liquid has started to drip down. She lets out a small laugh and keeps going. Finally, when she has licked every last bit of evidence from my torso, she moves up, the crotch of her pants sitting right on top of my once again hard cock. I don’t move, in fear of not being able to stop, but she leans down, and whispers in my ear.
“You taste delicious, Tommy.” She darts her tongue out again, letting the warm thing touch my ear before she nips at it with her teeth.
I go to grab her hips, having had enough of her teasing, but she jumps off of me, landing her feet on the floor.
“I think I heard Finn calling for me,” She says, turning towards the door where the broken glass still lies.
She steps to the mess of glass and water and looks down.
“It’s a shame about your water, Love, I’m sure you’re parched.” She smirks, stepping over the shards and sending me a wink before she closes the door.
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Tw: mentions of domestic abuse, bad use of english.
You blinked when you saw another message from Devi. You smiled and didn't hesitate to answer her, she replied instantly and you continued with the topic of this year's goals because Devi didn't want to say a word, the most you managed to get was that it's a surprise. You mumbled defeated and looked at your beloved pet who returned your discouragement.
"I'm coming, Dido."
You sneaked up and walked over to your turtle's little makeshift pond. You'd had her since you were nine years old when you and your younger sisters asked for a puppy, but after your father's scream, the most you could get was Dido.
You adored Dido and you were sure she adored you. Or at least she had to because you was the only one who cared for her.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
You almost jumped with surprise when you heard your father. It was very rare to saw him in the early morning, you usually only met him for about five minutes at breakfast before you left for school.
"Good morning, dad. "
You headed to the small yard where you threw the garbage. Your father smiled at you like he did when he wasn't angry and went to the refrigerator, he was wearing sweatpants and his classic white bividi.
"Would you like a salad?" he pointed to the apples they had gotten from a contest at the grocery market.
"Sure, let me get dressed."
Apparently you wouldn't eat at school today. Much better, breakfast food wasn't very delicious and ended up leaving you hungrier.
You pulled out your backpack and put away your cell phone. For a moment, you thought about Ben. Your nemesis. You'd see him in most of the classes today, but that's the good thing, they would be exciting classes, and besides, you'd prepared in advance for the courses.
"So early? "your father asked with a distracted air, as if you didn't usually leave at this hour.
You were about to answer, but your sister Liana appeared, a curious thing because she was the sleepiest.
"Will you two please stop making noise?" she growled. "You won't let me sleep."
"Okay, my life."
She left just as she came. Your progenitor passed the plate and silverware, apparently, he had taken the matter of keeping quiet lightly.
"How's school going?"
"Pretty good, although today is the first day. "
You pinned your gaze on his hair, he was balding and gray hair was starting to appear. You moved your legs anxiously, he'll soon be too old….
You shook your head at your dark thoughts.
"Much better, let's not lose focus on the studio."
You agreed.
"Do you know what we're going to have for dinner?"
"No idea, that's your mother's business."
You mentally cursed, they were still fighting.
"Well, whatever," you said hurriedly, "I'll be leaving in a few minutes.
"Don't you want me to come with you?"
"Uh…, no, thanks. I'm a big girl now."
"It's dangerous to go out at this hour, we don't live in the safest place in the world…"
"I wouldn't worry about that "you insisted. "I've been out several times and, besides, I know self-defense."
You walke quickly to the door, preventing from saying anything else to antagonize you.
"Goodbye!"
You were thankful it was still dawn and jogged out of the building. You could hear barking from the street and some sounds of cars, the usual.
You relaxed for a moment. You hated being late, the thought alone made you nauseous. Often as a child you would start crying when you were late somewhere and your face would turn so red they would call you tomato.
You raised your arm towards a bus and decided to distract yourself for a moment by the window, you didn't want to invade your first morning with unpleasant memories.
The sky was blue when you ran into Eleanor.
"Hi!" you kissed her cheek.
You expected some new theatrical greeting and so it was because she brought her hand up to her chest.
"How's that?"
"It's hello! in Malaysia, I'm practicing for a role at the club."
"You don't even need to practice, you're the president."
"Aww, stop it."
"It's just the truth, you're the best. What's with the earring?"
"You like it? I picked it out at a Cherokee store."
"In a Cherokee store? "you asked with interest. You were of native Latino ancestry and were glad to know that you always hear from other Native Americans.
"Yes it is! It's near my house, if you come by on Friday I can show it to you. I brought you some sweet min paos, my stepmother loved how you complimented her baked goods."
"She's an excellent cook…and wow, thank you" happily, you stowed the small cardboard container in your backpack. "Wait a minute, isn't that Fabiola?"
"Let's both say hello to her at the same time! "
Both of you headed for the entrance to the technology room. However, you collided with the undesirable.
"What's with that zombie face, (Y/n)?" he smirked presumptuously, he was right, you rarely slept well." Nervous because you'll come in second place?"
"Oh, please "you teased. "I could take you down single-handedly."
"Oh, really? Just like I did with you in Karate class?"
"Just so you know, I got brown belt. I'm going to take your place this year."
"Yeah, right," he replied as if what you said was a silly joke. "Remember I beat you by two extracurriculars."
"Don't claim victory! " you exclaimed. "I negotiated with Devi and now I'll be in the same number of classes as you. Who knows, maybe I'll overshadow you in some.
"You wouldn't dare!" he looked at you with indignation.
"Well yes I do" you pointed at his chest.
"(Y/N)" Eleanor called out to you.
"This isn't over!"
"No doubt about it! " you gave him a mean look and went to Eleanor.
You ran to catch up with Fabiola, who was unusually distracted, her afro hair was quite shiny, apparently she had slathered on some lotion.
Dramatically, Eleanor put her hand to her chest and you mimicked her, though not with as much expression.
"Did I miss something?"
"It's a greeting in Malaysia "you casually commented.
"I greet them too " she imitated you.
"Have you seen Devi?"
"Not a sign of her."
For some reason, you had a feeling she would sweep them off their feet to some madness. That was what you liked about her, she could do things you wouldn't dare me to do.
"Girls!"you heard Devi's excited voice.
"Devi!"
"Everything okay?" you raised an eyebrow.
In the distance, you could see the silhouette of annoying Ben.
"Yes! I have a plan that will change our lives."
Her bright gaze told you that you would unite in madness, as you were used to since elementary school.
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Baby Sister
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part 2 of meeting Luke and Maisie's kids
"We have to tell him. He's going to be so excited" Luke used his thumbs to rub small circles in his wife's small bump.
She wasn't that far along, but far enough that they were able to find out the gender of the new little one and they hadn't told Axel yet that he was getting an upgrade to big brother.
"You think? What if he doesn't want one? The what?" Maisie bit her lip. Luke squeezed her hand reassuringly as they went to talk with Axel.
"Axel, how would you like a baby sister?" Luke asked the little boy who very contently petting the cat that was sitting across his legs.
"Hmm" Axel hummed. He had to think about this for a minute. Did he really want a baby? To be honest? Not really.
"No tank you Daddy. Me and Rosie are good" He hugged his best friend closer, caressing his face in the cat's soft fur. He didn't need anyone but his best friend.
"But won't it be fun to have someone to play with? You can show her all your toys." Maisie pointed out a couple of positives.
"I got my Rosie, she my best friend. I no need baby." The toddler turned back to the cat. He was done with conversation.
Maisie and Luke tried everything under the sun that they could think of to get Axel used to the idea of mommy having a baby and he was going to be a big brother. They looked at baby pictures and read books. The parents even got him a baby doll.
Axel just never seemed interested. He didn't really care about the doll preferring to carry in by its foot and coloring on its head with marker. Maisie thought that was going to be some sort of indicator, what that was remained to been seen.
But things started to change when the little family babysat baby Lacey.
"Do you want hold her?" Maisie bounced her seven month old infant niece in her arms. Lacey grabbed ahold of her hair and started tugging on it.
"No" He was too busy playing with Rosie and Candy. They had a jingle bell ball and were playing a soccer like game.
"How about helping us feed her?" Luke tried a little later around dinner time. He had both a bottle ready and a little bit of mushy food.
This time Axel acted like he didn't hear them. He didn't want anything to do with helping out with his little cousin.
Until she started to cry. Lacey was having a hard time settling down for a nap. Maisie swayed and patted her back for well over an hour. Lacey just cried and screamed until she red little splotches all over her face.
Axel had enough of the crying. He ran up to his mother with his hand covering his ears the best he could and tapped her arm. He was gonna take care of this.
"Shh baby Lacey. It okay, don cry." He tried patting the fluff on the top of her head to calm her, but it didn't really help any. Luke and Maisie looked at each other, maybe this would work out after all.
"Lukey what do you think of the name Asa?" Maisie looked through another list of baby names, hoping they could agree on one.
"Asa Hughes?" Luke questioned making a face. He wasn't too sure about the name. Sure it worked and sounded fine. But Luke just didn't like the name.
"Well I don't know then. I've suggest a lot of names and you keep shooting them down and then you haven't come up with any names." Maisie threw her phone.
She was so stressed right now. Luke had just been dealt to Detroit, they were currently living with Jim and Ellen, and to top it off she due any day now.
"I don't know Maize. You're the one who comes up with all these things." He shrugged again. He didn't think he was being picky with the name, its just the right one hasn't come along yet.
"Whatever" She managed to awkwardly hoist herself up. She waddled over to the kitchen for a snack, but changed her destination halfway through because she had to go to the bathroom.
Luke sighed throwing his head back against the sofa and running his long finger over his face. Why was picking a name so difficult? Why couldn't they just agree on one and call it good?
"'scuse me Daddy" Axel poked at his father's knee cap.
"What do you want bud? Do you have a name for baby sister?" Luke asked when he saw Axel inching closer to him. Axel nodded and whispered his idea in his father's ear. "I like that one. I'll have to tell Mommy."
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!" Axel excitedly called running down the hallway towards Maisie's room. He held out the new stuffed bunny toy he had picked out for her.
The day before his mommy and dad dropped him off with Grandma El and Papa Jim and they didn't tell him why. Or he doesn't remember if they said. When he ask his Papa Jim this morning, he said it was because that Mommy was having the baby.
And now he gets to meet her. He kept talking the whole ride to the hospital about her and how cute she was going to be. It honestly reminded Ellen and Jim of when the boys met Lola when she was little.
"Mommy, mommy!" Axel took off even fast when he spotted Maisie peeking her head out of her room.
"Hey buddy." Maisie smiled when she saw her first born. She bent over the best she could with a newborn in her arm. Axel had warmed up quite a bit recently to getting a little sister but he was a bit nervous as to how he was going to react to seeing her.
"Baby?" The new baby was sleeping in his mother's arms. She had little bit of dark hair on her head and the cutest little nose and cheeks. Axel loved her already.
"Freddie" Luke crouched down by the mother and children to introduce her. He grabbed a hold of the little boy and brought him in for a hug.
"Baby Freddie" Axel smiled. They used his name. He couldn't believe it. He petted her head and kissed her cheek. "Look baby I got you bunny"
"Would you like to hold her?" They posed the question. They were a bit unsure of it he wanted, since he never seemed interested when Lacey was around.
Axel nodded. Maisie returned to her bed and Luke help him up next to her. Maisie placed Baby Freddie into his arms. And if it were possible his smiled grew bigger as he kept babbling to her telling her all about his toys and the cats.
"Look she smile at me! I love you Freddie!"
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ahaha okay but Hunter's first birthday after he and Jasper are reunited.
for Jasper this has been a very painful anniversary for 16 years. a reminder of the worst night of his life, and every year that goes by is another year he hasn't been able to rescue his baby.
but now Hunter is free! and they can have this!
except Jasper doesn't really know what "this" might entail. if he has any kind of tradition on that date it probably involves getting drunk and crying into a pillow. but maybe Hunter has something he likes to do? and they could do it together?
so Jasper asks hey, was there anything you wanted to do on your birthday?
and Hunter just blinks like huh…when IS my birthday? I guess you'd know that?
and Jasper is just like, that fucking PURITAN.
Every year on hunters birthday jasper drinks and breaks shit. He takes an axe and chops down a fucking tree. He throws bottles and screams and lets himself be fucking ANGRY. then at midnight he packs that shit away and gets back to business. Because he can't be angry. If he's angry he won't be careful and he has to be careful.
Hunter has no idea when his birthday is and jasper is just furious. Has to pack that shit up though because it's his baby's SPECIAL DAYYYYY and his FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTYYYY. Hunter is like oh I don't know. I have no idea what you do at a birthday party. And jasper is like uhhh. Okay honestly me neither. Don't worry about it. I've got this. KIDS-
the second luz hears about hunters birthday and how he has never had a birthday party in his life and she's like BET. Luz is like hunter just you WAIT we have GOT this. She takes charge and starts handing out tasks to plan The Ultimate Birthday. She drags jasper out to taste cakes like "you are the only person who understands his terrible taste, I need you to try all of these flavours and tell me what he wants" and jasper, given the task of trying a bunch of flavours he will probably hate, is just like. Deep breaths. Anything for my baby. Let's fucking do this
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ASTROLOGICAL TIMELINES: AGE 23-66
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I was writing reports for clients who wanted to know how Pluto in Aquarius would affect them and this inspired me to write the following.
Initially this was going to be life transits from age 25 to 65 but I've decided to start from age 23 because I know how HARD that particular year is.
I won't touch on every particular thing each year, I'm just touching on the events(astrological) that will make or break you given your personal choices.
Since you have this information now, please don't break you❤️.
I am also just copy pasting things from different readings I have done because source tells me someone booked a reading for a client who paid them a lot. In short, someone stole my reading to masquerade as their own work. I hope one day someone googles particular words from their reading and comes across my post then wonders, “hey, why are you using the exact same words from a reading I had done yet I never booked with you?”
I want to start by saying that although I've chosen age 23 as the starting point, age 17/18 is where the shift usually begins because that's the first “real” taste of freedom experience because you've just finished highschool + feel like an adult. The snare here is drugs, alcohol,sex and or romance. It could be all, it could be one or it could be some. Different circumstances make one fall into those snares, not just being idle.
If you get into substance abuse it tends to get out of hand and interferes with your relationship with money and even your education (university/college).
If it's sex, it greatly interferes with your relationships + attachment style(this is a good opportunity to work on your attachment btw). You will grow to be in dysfunctional relationships of all types from friendship to romance to work/professional relationships. Your perception of relationships will be skewed.
If it's romance, well that's where most people actually go downhill real quick because they let love get the best of them.
Are you doomed for any of the above three? No. However, it takes a special kind of someone to turn their wheel around and fix it all(especially in record time, which is before 23 or your first Saturn return). You can come back from all your poor choices, so many people before you have done it and so can you. It just takes extra strength and determination ESPECIALLY when you are in an environment that's set to be your number one enemy.
Age 23
The major event here is your 12H profection year. I have a deeper post for each element(fire, earth ,air and water) on 12H profection years here, go read it.
12H transits are not fun. 12H profection years are usually the longest 12H experiences unless one has planets in their 12H. The shorter the 12H transit, the harsher it is because you have a short timeline to deal with so much. That's why some months you wonder why everything is working against you. Some people already have particular months marked out as their worst months because they have noticed a pattern (this does not mean 12H transits are the main astrological reason why).
Let's say two people of the same age(maybe even twins), present with the same burn degree on the same body part. One is writhing in pain, screaming and crying. The other is just there, even eating a pack of crisps as if nothing is wrong. It may seem shocking and one may say everyone has their level of pain tolerance.
Then you find out that the one who is not flinching has been living with chronic pain and now this new pain is nothing new to them, they are in pain almost every day and without painkillers anyway.
That is how 12H transits are. Some people just shrug off the harsh experiences like nothing. Or share the most life stopping experiences like it's nothing because those experiences have been the order of the day. Everyone else is like, “are you okay?” and they are oblivious.
However, to those who have never experienced earth shattering things, 12H profection years and transits feel like they have been walking in circles in hell. People with 12H placements don't feel that 12H transits and profection years are all that bad. They feel it in their 1H profection year, because it's more quite and peaceful yet this(quiet and peace) is something they are not used to.
Next is age 24, which has the 1H profection year.
1H profection year Jupiter return. This is your first significant Jupiter return. Your actual first one was about 12 years ago but you were too little to understand. Chances are you had some good luck that year or you went through absolute mental anguish. This may have also manifested through your parents having some great financial fortune or opportunities. That fortune was supposed to be used on you, if misfortune ensued then it's because they did not give to Caesar what belongs to Ceasar.
Anyway, at 24 most people are graduating from university or have graduated from university. They wonder about the next step and it's usually in hope of employment and financial gain. However, what tends to happen is a magnitude of misfortune because whatever Jupiter touches expands.
It's really just a huge big tower moment that's meant to wake you up to who you really are, to shake off societal beliefs and values that have been drilled into you through different systems like your family and educational institutions as well as religion. If you handled your 12H profection year without resistance, this may not be as harsh of an experience. You will probably be in a state of Por qué? Not in dejection, but acceptance to learn the lesson or let whatever is next come so that you can move to the next chapter already.
Some people however, are very fortunate. This is because their parents married well(spiritually) or the nature of their birth chart is favourable for this astrological life event.
However, Jupiter has power over both money and the psyche. Money makes man mad. So whatever happens this transit, your psyche is impacted and it's up to you to be grounded or not.
Between age 28 and 30 you have already started your Saturn return, although some people begin to feel the shift(tends to come with challenges) at 27.
When religious leaders say “the day of judgement is very near”, they mean hell but what the day of judgement being very near means is your Saturn return.
Your Saturn return is the day of judgement, but it lasts way more than a day You became an adult in most places at 18, but this doesn't mean you are ready for the adult world. You are just learning. By the time you are 23 you have been five years an adult. A five year old child can talk, walk, feed themselves but bathing not really. They also can't go anywhere on their own. Five years as an adult, you are just finishing university and now wondering about the way forward. At age 12 you are almost a teenager and looking ahead thinking that high school is nearby. You are also probably wondering if your peers will like you, especially the gender you are attracted to.
Twelve years as an adult, at thirty you are wondering if you have made the right choices in your twenties and if the choices you currently carry with you from your twenties will be good or bad for you. Just like how at age 12 a child starts following the crowd to fit in, you might do just that at age thirty because everyone else turned out fine…but that's just what you see, or that's just what they show you.
Now when you followed the crowd at age 12 or watched people follow the crowd, how did that work for you/them?
At age thirty when you are before Saturn answering for the twelve years of adulthood (keep in mind that it takes the sun going round twelve zodiac signs to count as an astrological year), what do you think will happen for having followed the crowd? What about following Yourself?
Following the crowd looks like keeping the peace by not addressing what bothers you, looking the other way in the face of injustice when you know that what's going on is wrong( i.e being an enabler or perpetuating abuse) not standing up for yourself.
Saturn does not just punish you for being a bully to others. Saturn punishes you for not respecting and loving yourself. Sad but true, that's why people get baffled when the sweetest kindest person goes through horrendous things.
If you are the sweetest kindest person to others but an absolute horror to yourself, Saturn will punish you for that. So you better start self loving yourself!
At around 36 you get your Jupiter return.
It's your second one, the first one was around age 24. Jupiter returns are seen as the return that brings you luck. But why would luck come to your door when you don't make space for it?
Jupiter returns to see if you learnt your last lesson twelve years ago and prepared a space for the gifts he bears. It's like not putting milk and cookies under your Christmas tree for Santa yet you have the capacity to. So Jupiter simply tears down everything you consider fortune and this time expects to have found you ready in 12 years time.
At 24, Jupiter returns to see if you decentered your caregivers and the systems you have been through. If not, that tower had to come down like the London bridge song.
At this same age you have your Nodal return and Saturn opening square. Your Nodal return is the North Node simply returning to remind you who you are and where you are going. This transit is not harsh, it's like a reminder in your phone to make that call. It's up to you to follow the reminder or ignore it.
For your opening Saturn square, Saturn is back to see if you are getting it together or using his rewards well. It's slightly challenging and will remind you of a time you went through something similar. All you have to do is learn from your history, apply the relevant lessons and you will be okay.
Between age 41/42 and 43 you have your Saturn opposition and Uranus opposition.
Uranus is the planet of change. Change and transformation are very different. When someone says you have changed, it's because they recognise you but you are somebody they used to know. When you transform, you can slowly walk past people you used to be close to and they will not even stop to say hello because that is now a total stranger they see.
Uranus type of change is revolutionary. Consider how the coca-cola bottles have changed over time. Even without the logos you can tell that those must be coca-cola bottles. Uranus opposition manifests as midlife crisis. At this age you find families having issues when the parents are 41-42. If someone had their first child at 28, when they are 42-43 the child is now 14-15. The parents are going through a crisis and the child wants to be heard but nobody at home was there to listen. Then when the child grows up they talk about how it all started when they were 14. 15 and pregnant sound familiar?
Saturn opposition on the other hand is feeling like being selfish. You know you have responsibilities and people depend on you but you are just so tired of doing the right thing. “I feel something so wrong doing the right thing, I feel something so right doing the wrong thing”. That's counting stars by one republic. But is it worth it? Is it worth losing all the hard work you have put in so far because of a "short" stint in the sky that is simply calling you to discover uncomfortable parts of yourself?
The next transit happens around age 46 and it's your Pluto square and Nodal opposition Let's start with the nodal opposition.
Remember that Nodal return ten years ago that came as a reminder? Well, now whatever that was is facing some opposition. This is also happening after the quarter life crisis has been building up. You probably have a child who is now turning 18 and leaving home. Maybe there are other children but if not, you may be too distracted in your vices to even start feeling empty nest syndrome. So now you decide to do exactly what you wanted to do because your child isn't there to judge you, but you say that your reason is that you didn't want them to see the mess and get hurt.
The most destructive period of ones life is between age 41 and 48. Seven years a slave. This is why one should strive to start getting it together by 25 then thirty and ultimately at 35 so that all these challenges don't shake their foundations because they already did the inner work. When you are young and have the energy, use it wisely because when you grow older and your body just wants to rest you will find it easier to become everything you said you would never be than to be the version of yourself five year old you wanted to become.
At 48 you have your Jupiter return again.
At 24 Jupiter wants you to detach from your parents so that you can have some “wealth” of your own to start your life.
At 36, Jupiter returns to see if you'd like something to help you through 41 to 48 or you are still living in the past.
At 48 Jupiter returns to see if you have the capacity to be a custodian of generational wealth or if you have decided to live like you're in the tower of Babel that is built and falls over and over again.
I want to add that Jupiter rules Pisces but also Sagittarius. When you look at the pisces symbol, the fish are swimming in a circle. That's a loop. Infinity is a loop. If you don't learn from the past, you will forever be in a loop that will make you loose your mind. Sagittarius in this sense under Jupiter means, “you should have known better”. So everytime Jupiter returns, Jupiter expects you to have known better.
From here at 48 you now have your Chiron return coming in from age 49 to 50.
If you have done the work, nothing will scare you. Especially you being someone whose weakness has always been visible. Own your weakness and nobody will ever use it against you.
Age 54 is your nodal return,
it's not the first one you've experienced but this is a good time to look at memories back then. Good or bad memories. At 54 you are also looking at all the relationships you've had in your life so far. They can act as guides to the question, “have I been true to me?” That's a good journal prompt. You don't have to wait for 54, you can start now so by the time you are 54 you look back with fulfillment at your life choices. Your relationships are a direct reflection of who you are.
You'll also find yourself wondering what you are here for and you'll hope you have accomplished your purpose. This is not like the existential crisis of the mid twenties or the adult realisation of the thirties. This one comes with peace or bitterness.
Between age 58 to 60 you have your second Saturn return.
This is heavily about self judgement. It won't be Saturn on your case like at your first Saturn return. It will be you against you, Like Jekyl and Hyde(read this story).
Thinking about your choices in life. Wondering if you should have done better. Feeling like you have been in the same place forever.
You're looking at all the lessons you've learnt, all your accomplishments and deciding if they were beautiful or vanity.
Most people have soul eating regrets at this age and these regrets start manifesting as disease.
Finally between age 63 and 66 you have your closing Uranus square.
Remember that rebellion that started boiling up in you from age 21 to 24? The one especially if 23 was a tough year and you felt like you wouldn't make it through? That's what's coming in this age.
Now, is it(rebellion) worth it? That's the question you'll need then.
#pluto in aquarius#Astrology life transits#Pluto square#Saturn return#nodal opposition#Uranus square#12H Profection year#Chiron return#Birth chart
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prompt: angsty/fighting.
8. maybe you should just leave now. tasm!peter x fem!reader.
you feel sad, stupid, and naive. how could you believe peter was going to keep his promise? for the past two months you’ve been in a relationship with a ghost, and you really don’t know when it all went to hell. at first you thought he was dealing with some personal stuff, and after trying to help him without success, you gave up. peter kept pushing you away, and deep down you knew nothing was going to change but you hold onto a little flame of hope.
today was going to be the last chance. and he knew it. he agreed, he told you a thousand times how important you are to him and how he could never live without you. apparently, those were just meaningless words.
you were in the restaurant waiting for two hours, getting pity stares from all the other customers.
and even though you know you should be crying and cursing him, you are tired. tired of waiting for him to love you back, because this is not love, what he’s doing can’t be.
you’re curled up in bed staring at the wall going through all the happy memories, those days where peter really seemed to enjoy your company. was it all a lie?
a sound coming from from the window makes you sit up, already looking for something to grab and defend yourself when you see a familiar face.
"peter? what are you doing on the fire escape?" you get up from the bed, keeping the distance, a suddenly urge to cry. He forces a smile, looking out the window for a few seconds. there's a lot of tension and whatever he is going to say, you want it to be quick. "are you going to say something?" then, he looks at you. his eyes are red and you fight the urge to touch him and ask what's wrong, but you know what's wrong.
"i was at the library and lost track of time, i'm sorry." he doesn't look sorry at all but you don't care. you don't believe a word coming out of his mouth.
"it's okay." you shrug, sitting on the edge of the bed. you can't look at him or you'll start crying, so a stain on the carpet has all your attention.
"are you sure?" peter asks, suspicious.
"no, it's not okay, peter!" you snap, finally looking at him. after all, this is going to be the last time you're going to see peter parker. "are you fucking kidding?"
"i'm saying that i'm sorry."
"but you don't mean it." he stands awkwardly in the middle of your room, avoiding your gaze. "are you going to tell me what's going on? what's been going on for the past two months?" you try to steady your breathing, you're not gonna let him see you cry.
"there's nothing going on. i've been busy with work and college, that's all." he's lying, you know he's lying. and your heart breaks into tiny little pieces.
"then, that's it." peter finally looks at you, frowning, fear on his eyes. "this is not working. we. are not working."
there is a beat, and then, "agreed." and you laugh. because everything's so fucked up. "i know i've no right to ask you this but..." he sighs, closing his eyes for a minute before talking again, before his brown eyes met yours. "i want you to be careful, to take care of yourself." you want to scream at him, he hasn't cared about you for months and now this? "i don't wanna know you got into trouble or something." in other words, he doesn't wanna be bothered by you.
"don't worry, you won't hear from me." you say, feeling your throat dry.
"that's for the best." his voice is rough, deeper tan usual.
you look behind him, not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes. "maybe you should just leave now." he opens his mouth and for a moment you think he's going to say something, but he shakes his head, dismissing it.
for the last time, you allow yourself to look at him, and he looks as broken as you.
a second later, he jumps out the window and you scream in fear, running and expecting to see him hurt, falling down, screaming. but you don't see him anywhere. all you see is a certain someone swinging away. and you let yourself wonder.
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sentence starters taken from ludo's album "you're awful, i love you"
LOVE ME DEAD.
"High-maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen."
"Kill me romantically."
"You're awful, I love you."
"You suck so passionately."
"You're a parasitic, filthy creature finger-banging my heart."
"You call me up drunk, does the fun ever start?"
"You're hideous and sexy."
"How's your new boy? Does he know about me?"
"You're born of a jackal, you're beautiful!"
DRUNKEN LAMENT.
"You said "Forever." Tell me, why can't you stay?"
"Say the word and I'll change."
"Tell me "Forever." Tell me you'll come back to stay."
PLEASE.
"I'll come back for you, love, I promise to."
"I'll be gone by first light, last chance, hold tight."
TOPEKA.
"Do you think you'll get away from the past?"
"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future."
LAKE PONTCHARTRAIN.
"It was the kinda night that makes you think the whole world's goin' to hell."
"That's how it happened, why would I lie?"
"There were no bodies; I've got nothin' to hide."
SUCH AS IT ENDS.
"I've been losing sleep for days."
"Into the flames we'll start again, and in the end I'll be with you."
MUTINY BELOW.
"But you're here now, can you come in?"
"You made me feel alive again, I wish we'd never met."
"I finally let go and learned to live without you."
"Just one more night."
"I can't hang on, let me go."
STREETLIGHTS.
"Against our two rooms, I'll see you tonight."
GO-GETTER GREG.
"Hi. You must be new, I guess at least you're new to me."
"Saw you unpacking your car, so I said to myself, "Maybe I should help them out," since we're neighbors now."
"By the way, I live in 207, my name is _____."
"Wherever are my manners? Let me get that heavy box!"
"Didn't mean to sneak up on you there. I looked downstairs and saw you leaving, so what's up?"
"I haven't seen you at the pool since the barbecue. Not that I've been checking."
"Here's the deal, I've got this thing for work this weekend and I was wondering if you don't have anything going on, then maybe-"
"Okay, hey, that's cool, you're busy."
"I've given it some thought and I really think that you could use a guy like me in your life."
"I'll leave it there. Call me back. Call me back."
THE HORROR OF OUR LOVE.
"I've murdered half the town, left you love notes on their headstones."
"I'll fill the graveyards until I have you."
"I'm your servant, my immortal."
"There's catastrophe in everything I'm touching."
"You die like angels sing."
"Oh, the horror of our love, never so much blood."
SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM.
"Would you ever stop and listen?"
"Would you open up your eyes?"
"Would you scream with me?"
"There's nothing catchy 'bout the life of a saint."
"Say goodnight, goodbye, love. In the morning you will see."
"I'd rip my eyes out for you!"
"It's so dark tonight, I don't know why."
"Would it make you cry?"
"Would you finally see that all your lives are moments?"
"All your words and closeness keep you here and human."
"Do you think they'll ever care?"
IN SPACE.
"No celestial body could compare to you."
"I can't wait for gravity to bring you close to me."
"I bet the leaves are changing there again."
"I hope this message finds you and you won't feel so alone, even if I never make it home."
"All I think about is you and me."
"Your picture's all I look at."
#rp prompts#rp starter#roleplay meme#rp memes#rp meme#sentence meme#inbox meme#inbox memes#inbox prompts#sentence prompts#sentence starters
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Yo Ive barely touched my feed so I missed all this shit that went down but I just want you to know that I am 100% behind you; I've been in a very similar situation with family and what you said is a brutal truth but truth nonetheless. TikTok teens can choke
What um, is so incredibly painful, is that we rented a car and went to see my sister after being in correspondence with her. I trusted my mom when she said she had talked to my sister after getting out of the hospital, I thought it was so soon, and we went there and. She hadn't understood we were moving her. She for some reason thought we were just renting a car to bring her for a visit for like two days and then taking her back?
She told us she's living in a studio but what she's really doing is renting a room in an old house with shared communal areas. Her "studio apartment" is literally like the size of a fucking closet. We are talking enough room for a full bed and little furniture on each side. We got there, after telling us we were on the way, and she made us wait outside for over TWO HOURS IN 30 DEGREE WEATHER. Saying she was hungry and hungover and cuddling with her boyfriend. Sorry, she kept saying "favorite person" instead of boyfriend which strikes me as weird
And my mom finally nuts up and says "and how long have you even known him?" and she says, quote, "longer than I've known you guys" GIRL WHAT YOURE THE ONE THAT DEMANDS TO BE TEXTED EXCLUSIVELY
Just. Gosh I'm not going to keep dumping her business but it hurts, like everything she said was so spiteful and hateful and saying she could run away or kill herself if ahe came with us. I went outside and just started crying and screaming so hard my ears started popping and. Yeah I was really gross by the end of it and we're home now and. Even now I'm like.should I have endured the abuse and stayed and let her come, because she was saying she would but in such a way that made it obvious she was angry and would be miserable and treat us poorly and we eventually essentially veckme a safety issue for everyone
Idk I'm trying not to say too much but I'm also incredibly upset and still worried about her. It's hard for everyone involved and incredibly stressful and also I had previously picked up an extra shift tonight so 😩😩😩 but I guess to put a positive spin on that it gives me more money for my trip on the 27th which I really need more lthan ever at this point haha 🙃.
since she doesn't want to come I hope she can at least be happy. I still have a Christmas present to mail and I'm considering either keeping it for myself or sending it to her as like. A parting gift. "I love you and hope you do well but I don't think I can be present in your life anymore"
It's just painful for everyone involved. She makes it very hard to be helped. And I also, am really worried about my guy friend actually 🥺 I won't get into specifics because i dunno why i can never keep a fucking secret when it comes to being upset but he's actually becoming really underweight so when we're hanging out I want to try and comfort him and spoil him with yummy foods and you know, maybe I should try giving my love and support and mental energy to someone who doesn't meet it with absolute hatred and bitterness for once? And I'm also still trying to take care of myself
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“I will go until until the end of the world.”
(Rebekah Mikaelson x reader)
Summary: Your Girlfriend Rebekah Mikaelson refuses to turn you until being provoked by a reason she can't look over.
“Why Rebekah? Why won't you make me a vampire like you?"
Rebekah turned around to stare at you and you could sense the sadness behind her eyes. You had been wishing to be turned for months now, never leaving it alone after learning the truth about her and her family. Your girlfriend however, warned you to leave it alone now starting to sound like a broken record.
"I've told you before my love;" She sighed. "You don't want to be a part of any of this, and once you are, you'll never be able to get away. Trust me." She whispered the last part but made sure you heard her.
“Why would I want to run if I could forever be by your side?" Rebekah scoffed halfheartedly shaking her head. "Can't you see I'm trying to protect you?" She raised her voice. "This is not the life you want y/n."
"It's the life I want to live." You hadn't noticed until now, but Rebekah's eyes had started to get teary. A mixture of sadness and frustration for sure. "Fine." Your voice trembled trying not to cry. Why couldn't she see your reasoning? not to mention being able to protect yourself much easier without having to rely on one of them. You hated being helpless all the time. In your eyes, this would solve all your problems. And so, you began again. The two of you back and forth once more now ringing throughout the Mikaelson home.
Rebekah went quiet all of a sudden and for a moment you believed she was starting to consider it. How wrong you were when the bedroom door swung open revealing Rebekah's older brother Klaus.
"Will you two quit your bickering! I can't seem to escape the torture of my dear sister's voice normally but to hear her screaming from the other side of the house because her little human is not getting what they want." Klaus's eyes switching between the two of you as he stood in the center of the room. "Klaus you don't understand y/n wants-"
"To become a vampire?" He cut her off turning himself towards the blonde. "Well sounds to me like an easy fix to such a loud and annoying ruckus as I'm sure our neighbors would agree." He smiled that sickening yet charming smile. "What?" Rebekah trembled.
"Come over here love." Klaus held out his hand to you. "I'll give you what your girlfriend refuses to."
For the first time in your life, you weren't sure what to do next. On one hand, everything you want being offered to you. On the other hand, would this be betraying your girlfriend?
"If you lay a single finger on them Niklaus." Klaus just hummed. "Can't you allow y/n to do what they want sister?" Rebekah used her vampire ability to speed up to place herself in between the two of you. "I will not." The room was now getting heated again. Rebekah’s response caused a pained look to cross your face.
"Niklaus." All three of you looked up to the new voice to be met with Elijah's eyes at the door. "Come now, this is business between Rebekah and y/n which we shall not interfere with." Klaus walked up to Elijah, "Their childish bickering will not end brother, my ears are starting to bleed."
"If only we were that fortunate." You were quick to remark, and Klaus went to retort but was halted by a hand on his arm. "Walk away." Elijah spoke calmly yet stern as always. The hybrid tutted and held up a finger pointing back at us as he walked out of the room, Elijah stepping to the side allowing his brother to do so.
"It would be appreciated if this argument was kept a bit more contained." Was the last thing he said before closing the door leaving the two of you alone again.
"He was going to turn you." You spun back around to face Rebekah. "And you, you were going to let him."
She spoke in disbelief as she dropped to your shared bed. She scoffed once more. “Why can’t you just-” The blonde cut herself off once she looked at you and took in a deep breath to calm herself. “Come here then." You blinked back in surprise. "Why?"
"Well to get what you want of course darling. You want to be mine forever and to take whatever risks that come with such a fate. That fate being to live forever."
"What happened to saying no?" You spoke slowly making your way over to her. "Well, that little interaction with my brothers made me realise something now didn't it."
"Which was...?" You bite your lip sitting down next to the original, now reality setting in for what was about to happen.
"That being that if I'm not the one to turn you then my brother will certainly try again and again to get us to stop being at each other's throats. Me more so at yours but you get the idea." she spoke, licking her lips as she looked over you which caused a shiver to run through your body.
"So now darling, are you truly ready to be by my side forever?"
You could not help the smile now spreading over your face, the feelings from before now becoming forgotten.
"For you Rebekah my love, I will go until the end of the world."
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I'm such an anal slut!
((Before I start, everything is discussed beforehand, done with informed consent, and total trust in each other. I mention extreme pain here but only bc we got to engage in it last night. This level of pain is not a common plaything, everything was done with caution and communication. If something hurts or just feels wrong, it's okay to stop!))
Sir had a very stressful day, so i offered myself to him for any way I could help. We started on the floor after a little sensory break.
He laid me over his lap and put his headset back on to talk to his friends. Sir pinched and squeezed my thighs and ass while he was waiting in a lobby. We have a 1ft 150lbs difference so at this point I was struggling to stay on my elbows and knees over his lap, him sitting mostly criss-cross. He was readjusting his position just to fuck with my balance. When I tried to go up to hands instead I got pushed back down to my elbows. A couple warnings later and Sir told me he would send me to my desk instead of giving me attention, so I did my best to sit pretty while he played with me. And it was awful! I couldn't rock back and push into his hand, but I couldn't pull away either, Sir only touched my clit but wouldn't put anything in me! I even offered my ass and mouth but that only got me pinched :((
When we went to bed later, I was in his lap again. Sitting up, facing him, while he played with my tits, pulled my hair, and kissed me all over. He laid me back so my legs were still around him and I was still in his lap. His new favorite thing recently has been pinching my clit, GOD it was driving me CRAZY. I ended up begging for him to hurt my clit or cunt over and over. I swear he almost ripped it off, Sir was holding me by my clit and lifting my hips off the bed 😵💫 I almost came when he said he wouldn't let go until I scream.
I earned lube for being so good!! No stretching, just a little lubrication and adjustment and Sir had his dick in my ass. Ooooo mgoooood I could have cried. Sir has been so busy I've only been able to suck his dick before bed, this was such a good reward! I just wanted more, he only gave me the tip and kept abusing my clit. I wanted to bounce soooo bad.
I tested Sir a little bit and started moving a little, I really wasn't trying to do anything bad! I just wanted to get in a better position for Sir! But then I got another inch of Sir in me and.. um well I.. got a little excited? I started grinding and bouncing and claw up Sirs lap to get closer, I wanted him to bottom out so bad. My legs started cramping, eventually I could barely move my legs, so I started using my arms to grind myself into his lap. But baby isn't good at this position so eventually Sir came out of me, and I started crying.
Before I could correct I was on my stomach. Sir held my hands behind my back and pinned me down by my hair. Sir abused my ass and said he's going to make sure I only want anal, I won't even remember I have a cunt.
I can't believe how good anal feels with lube! It was such a nice treat, I don't know what I did to earn that but I can't wait to try again tonight!
#dumb slvt#d/s dynamic#bd/sm kink#silky yaps#d/s relationship#degredation kink#sadist dom#masochist sub
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Headcanon for Captain 3: They have gotten out of shape (the weight gain type) since their “promotion”. While their excuse is they got bored with Turf Wars, they got PTSD flashbacks when in contact with a weapon due to the Tartar trauma, hence why they gave it up.
IM SCREAMING AND CRYING RIGHT NOW I REALLY LIKE THIS IDEA FOR CAPTAIN 3,,,, i hope you don't mind me turning this into a quick agent 24 drabble bc i will lose my mind
[cw for slight weight gain/body image issues]
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Three knew they weren't as in shape as they were seven years ago, or hell, even just three years ago- that was natural as any inkling or octoling got older. Once they hit their 20's they noticed how much older they felt, whether it was physical changes in their body or how much they had been through mentally, they just felt... older. It didn't help that they weren't very active anymore like they used to be, turf wars and ranked battles just brought back bad memories, and the whole Grizzco opporation just gave them the creeps.
As Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon their duties didn't require them to be very active, they mostly had to manage the other agents and keep tabs on things in the area. It was a blessing and a curse, it meant they didn't have to force themself to pick up a weapon when they didn't want to, but it also meant they weren't doing anything. Eight had noticed their decline in activity but she didn't ask any further when Three gave the excuse of being tired of turf wars, too busy with captain work to get back into them.
The truth was they couldn't hold a weapon on the battlefield after they were controlled by TARTAR. Every time they picked up a splattershot they could only feel the uncomfortable memories looming in their mind, threatening to cloud their vision and take them back to what they did. It was worse with Eight, she was the one who had to fight them, and the mere thought of playfully battling against her in turf was painful to Three. They never wanted to touch a weapon again, hadn't they done enough?
Compared to Eight, who was in peak physical condition with defined muscles and stood tall and thin, Three was much more soft. They had lost the definition in their muscles and gained a bit of weight all over, their figure more short and stout. They were afraid of losing their girlfriend, if their body changed too much then Eight might not want to be with them anymore. It wasn't the same as when they first got together.
"Three, will you tell me what's wrong? You have been sulking for a few days and I can tell you are not feeling well," Eight said to them one night while they were at home on the couch.
Three sighed, knowing that if they tried to hide the truth any longer it would only start to hurt them, "I'm... worried."
The octoling waited for them to continue, placing her hand on theirs.
"I'm worried that you're not going to want to be with me anymore because I've, changed," they said, looking down and away from their girlfriend's concerned eyes. "I told you that turf just got boring for me but- the truth is I can't stomach picking up a weapon anymore. Every time I try it's like I'm under the ink's control again and I'm reliving all the shit I went through back then. I can't even think about going up against other people, let alone you, after that."
"Babe..." Eight cooed, moving closer to the inkling to pull them into her arms. "I understand, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to, including turf wars. But why would you think I won't want to be your girlfriend anymore?"
Three relaxed into her embrace, breathing in their scent to help calm them down, "Because I just haven't been able to be active so I gained weight, and you didn't fall in love with me for the body I have now."
"No, I fell in love with you because of your heart, your personality. You charmed me from the moment we first properly met, nothing about that had to do with your body." Eight kissed their head lovingly. "I do think you're attractive, back then and now too, but I like your body because it's you."
The words eased their mind- they had fallen for Eight for all the same reasons. They laughed slightly, "That makes sense, I fell in love with you for you too, I guess I shouldn't have been anxious about it."
"It's okay to have those feelings or thoughts, but I will always be here to make you feel better about it, okay?"
"Okay."
#splatoon#splatoon ask#splatoon headcanon#splatoon hc#agent 3#agent three#captain 3#captain three#agent 8#agent eight#agent 24#agent 3 x agent 8#agent three x agent eight#splatoon 3#splatoon 2#octo expansion#cw weight talk#cw body image#cw weight gain#fluff#hurt and comfort#splatoon drabble#splatoon 3 hero mode
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I just want you to stay with me, please...
Match: Kenny Omega and Matt Jackson
Summary: Kenny Omega wants someone near him after having a traumatic nightmare of a gore reality.
Warning: Blood, fading, death, language (not suitable for kids)
PS: Sorry for my bi-gay cuddle scene at the almost end, I just wanted to add a little more detail to the story.
If you don't like the content of the story, just DON'T READ IT.
KENNY POV
I was very tired, you could tell I had a busy day. The gym. Recovery of my remains. Absolutely everything. At the same time I felt good, because I have support and I am the happy face that fits the group.
Straight to the point. I went to my room, Matt and Nick were there (it was ordinary), eating and talking about their relatives, as was Brandon. I just wanted to go to bed, sleep and not hear from anyone all fucking day.
I opened my eyes again, but this time everything was in black and white, with some red details. I had a floating bed and a stomach ache. Then I started to put my head towards the east side of the bed to vomit, but the strangest thing was that I was vomiting blood, which was a surprise. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a bruise on my cheek, which was also a surprise.
I couldn't wake up or know what was happening, until... a little human appeared in my bed. She was a girl, a sweet girl who didn't break a plate, she was more or less like an eight year old kid.
"Hello." I told the girl, not noticing that she suddenly turned into a cannibalistic monster. Extremely rare.
"Okay, I made you mad. But we just met, little girl."
Back then, the monster turned crazy, instead of resorting to cannibalism as he thought, he took out a blade and tried to cut my throat. But it wasn't that easy. He had a plan B.
"Open your mouth." He ordered me.
"You're not going to do anything to me, are you?" I asked him nervously, but he seemed to be annoyed.
"What a stupid question you just asked. I'm going to be the one to cut out your tongue."
So, several of his henchmen put up with me. My face was full of horror, but none of that stopped that animal from sticking its blade in the middle of my tongue, making it bleed. I screamed loudly in pain. The monster, while laughing, fell off the precipice, being devoured by purple lava. Then I saw his squeleton convulse in a horrific way.
I opened my eyes suddenly, seeing that everything returned to normal, that it was just a nightmare that is not going to come true. In the same way, I was traumatized by that movement.
MATT POV
Nick, Brandon and I started ordering food from outside. We haven't heard from Kenny since he went to his room. So I went to find out what was going on. I entered the room, and found him. Crying, trembling with horror and with his chin on his pillow.
"Hey..." I started to make conversation. "Are you alright Ken?"
He didn't say anything to me, but he kept crying. It was obvious that something was going on in his mind and he didn't want to tell me.
"Everything is fine, Ken. I'm here, I always will be no matter what. Do you understand?"
He nodded, took a deep breath before whispering:
"Promise me that even if they're going to cut out my tongue, or even if they want to traumatize me with a lot of things, you'll always be by my fucking side."
"You won't have any problem with that, I'll always be there for whatever you need. My brother and I will be. But if you don't want to tell me anything about what really happened, then I'll forget the question."
He sighed. "I just want you to stay with me, please..."
"Okay, okay. I'll stay, chicken nugget. Just because you ask me to."
Ken wiped his face, hugging me with that affection that he always has, as I cuddled him for a while. There will never be anyone as friendly, funny, loyal and talented as he was.
"Hey, Nick, Brandon and I ordered pizza. Do you want to come down?"
"It would be fine by me, but I don't want the two of them to notice that I've been crying over a shitty nightmare."
We went to Nick's room, and none of them noticed anything unusual about Kenny, the only thing they noticed was his unexplained tiredness.
#kenny omega#matt jackson#the elite#the young bucks#kenny omega fanfiction#matt jackson fanfiction#aew fanfiction#bisexual
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I've got a special surprise prepared for you today, my prince! Oh? Why am I lounging like this in your throne?
Obviously so you'll come scold your silly little court jester for their nerve, and be so busy mouthing off to me that you won't notice the way your entire honor guard is inching up behind you. At least, not until it's too late. Not until the captain has bent you over the arm of your own throne, face down in my lap and ass so high in the air your toes don't touch the ground, torn your pants open, and shoved his cock into you with no real warning.
You see, me and alllllll your favorite servants got talking and we thought you deserved a little treat, Your Highness. We all agreed that after mouthing off so much and talking down to us all, you deserved to get fucked over the arm of your throne--the literal seat of your power and symbol of your station over all of us--like a common whore~! Funny, right? Your servants will keep everyone busy while all your guards are gonna take turns with that pretty, soft cunt of yours and cum deep inside you, one after the other, all working up to bigger and bigger cocks as they go, and all making sure to breed you nice and deep.
That's why we've got you bent over like this, so you don't lose a drop of the cum they all take turns raping into you, your highness. And so I can keep your head laid here in my lap to keep teasing you through all of it. You can cry if you need to, sweet thing, I know it's so much to take in. And it's just gonna keep being more, but don't worry. I'll keep wiping your tears away, my poor pathetic little whore. I'll keep playing with your hair and helping you relax into your new role as our favorite little fucktoy. I won't let them hurt you, not really.
I'm the only one allowed to do that. And I'm the only one allowed to make you cum. So enjoy it, pretty bunny, I'll keep easing you into taking those thick, needy cocks fucking you deep and hard, wiping your tears away and combing my fingers through your hair and laughing at you for being such a desperate little whore when you get close to the edge and start begging for it. And when you're too close to cumming, I'll choke you. Slap you. Tell you what a good little prince you're being when you start to cry again and what a good boy you are for not letting go just yet, I promise I have a real treat for you at the end.
When your last guard is done, already so big you could practically taste him in the back of your throat when he bottomed out to finish inside you, trapping easily a dozen loads in your fucked-out bunnycunt, I'll get up and leave you with him, panting in your ear and wishing he could get it up again just to keep fucking your perfect, ruined little hole. But he knows it's my turn, because I'm the one who arranged all this, and you've been waiting like a good boy, begging so sweetly to finally get off.
And I've got a present for you, my own "royal scepter" as it were, a nice big strap on, bigger than anything you've taken tonight and studded all the way down to the thick knot at the bottom. And as soon as that last knight pulls out, letting the cum run down your thighs, I'm pushing it right back in with the toy and slamming in to the top of the knot in one go.
Will you scream for me, bunny? Beg? Good boy. I'll set a nice brutal pace, telling you what a good pet you've been for us, what a depraved little whore you are, every little thing that made you moan or whimper or cry while you were being used. Fucking you like I own you until you finally hit the climax that's been denied to you for what feels like ages when I finally slam that knot into your cunt and grind that whole toy inside of you until you stop shaking and finally go limp.
But, of course, we're not done until I cum, your highness and unfortunately, the straps on my harness don't quite hit that sweet spot for me. Not to mention, I do love me a good edge or ten before I finish, so...
It's gonna be hours, bunny.
-💙🌘 (Here's hoping this didn't get cut off anywhere because tumblr went stupid)
O h
Oh my god oh fuck
O hhh I should punish you all for this and if I weren't so far gone I would, I swear, but oh god being stretched more and more is, oh, it's so much, fucked so full I,, i can't evennthink anymore please please godni need to cum I need it it feels so good hah I'm so full of all of them please god need to cum oh fuuck please ill be good ill be good please use me knot me please rape me full fuck, use my dumb little cunt til you're satisfied indont care if I scream or cry please keep fucking me please !! Ill be good ill be so good !!
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→ Warning : Posessive and Kidnapper!Isabela + Supportive!Julieta on this short songfic “Hostage - Billie Eilish”.
I wanna be alone.
You're in her room, sound asleep, as if you aren't currently bound by your hands and feet. And now Isabela is sitting in her room, curled up in a ball. Maybe if she curl up tight enough- she will disappear forever. She's alone; just her and herself.
But then she think of you. She think of the way your eyes looked as you realized that she had laced your drink with something. She think of your soft breaths and your limp body in her seat of her room. She can only think of you.
Alone with you- does that make sense?
Isabela contemplate on whether or not she should go to her flowery room to watch you sleep. She like the way you look as you sleep. You look like everything she couldn't feel. You look so peace. Oh how she loved it with a sick adoration that could burn the world to ashes.
"I'm being contradictory, aren't I? I apologize for that- it's been a while since I've admired someone like this." She talked to herself.
I wanna steal your soul, and hide you in my tresure chest.
Her delicate hands are shaking, She can barely grip the door handle. The hinges creak as she open the door slowly. She sighs in relief; you're still asleep. Her beautiful treasure. A tiny grin graces her lips.
"You're Mine, my dear. You know that? I am Claiming you as Mine. Mine. Minemineminemine.." she keeps mumbling happily while approaching your bed.
She like that word, well especially when she's talking about you. Isabela sometimes think about carving that word onto your stomach. The very thought make her shiver in delight and a heat pools in her stomach.
She should stop. She doesn't want you and her mother to think that she's secretly a barbaric sexual deviant. You shift in your sleep, She stop breathing. She can't breathe. She freeze. You groan slightly, and it is the only sound present in the world.
'Oh, God, please stay asleep.' Isabela hope and keep hoping that you won't open your beautiful (color) orbs now.
I don't know what to do- to do with your kiss on my neck.
Your love bite is showing, It's a souvenir she left for you the first time you both made love. She still have hers, It's a deep violet that stains the flesh on the base of her throat, and she can't help but wear it like a locket.
It holds your groans and screams of ecstasy. It holds the memory of her self-restraint, and her lovely freedom that she have gained. It holds you both.
"when is (Y/N) going to wake up?" Julieta appeared then asked out of the thin air making her jumped then calm herself down. "Maybe... A few minutes later.." she answered quitely.
I don't know what feels true, but this feels right so stay a sec.
All of that desire, and the way you broke her chains of self-discipline. Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've awoken. Speaking of awakenings—
“Well then, i'll be leaving these in your room. Take care of her, i don't want my soon-to-be in law escape from your love, amor.” Isabela smiled at her dearest mother in grateful.
“Gracias, Mama.” with that, Julieta left her daughter's room again to go back busy herself.
Your eyes flutter open. She doesn't care for the color, only that they're so big and bright like a doll's It takes a strength within her that she didn't know she had to stop herself from ripping them out. You'd look so beautiful blind and helpless.
You start to panic. You're crying. Oh, God, don't stop crying. Don't you dare stop. Your cheeks are a rosy pink and your whimpers are an orchestra of misery and fear that does wonders to her.
"oh, (Y/N) is awake now!" the perfect Madrigal exclaimed happily as she clapped her hands together then look into their eyes as she enjoying the fear in those eyes.
Yeah you feel right so stay a sec.
She stand up from her seat and you scramble for cover, like a poor pet. It's cute. She hummed and approached you, crouching down before seizing you by your leash and collar. A sob tears through your throat.
Isabela can only sighs heavily. She place a hand on your tear stained cheek. You flinch away, she laughs a bit at this. You're so scared of her- it's amusing. Ah, my sweet. Don't ever stop fearing me.
And let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
She frowned a bit at the redness of your wrists. The rope had rubbed them raw- she hated the very sight of them. She preferred them to stay the way they were, pure marble and clean. She sighs once more, this time with frustration.
Isabela get back up, and you crawl backwards into the wall while trying to reach the pillow. Isabela can't help but smirk at you behind her long black veil. She look around the room for chains. It takes her a while, but at the end she decided to use her own gift.
"No... -No, please go away! I beg you, leave me alone! I will stay here if you could just- Leave me alone, Isabela!" You screamed at her with full of despair, "My love, how can I go away? Should I leave you with such an imperfection like that? Of course, i should not." the Madrigal replied softly while tilting her head slightly.
"I won't allow you to be just a creature of flesh and bone. I won't allow you to be any less than a statue of perfection." she continues.
It's not like me to be so mean, you're all i wanted.
As she approach you once more, your cries get louder, almost deafening. It shakes her whole body, and she is trembling like crazy.
Scream, though it won't help you- it will only please her more. She hold you still and wrap her hands around your delicate throat. She squeeze until you pass out.
Your heartbeat underneath the pad of her soft fingers sends her into a state of euphoria.
Oh my dear (Y/N), I apologize for being so brutal towards you, but how can I help it? I want to steal you away from the world so that your existence can be mine, and mine alone forever.
She cut the rope away and replace them with her vines, not too tight but also not too loose. Her vines are padded on the inside, so you should be fine, and the thorns are perfect to make you stunned.
Just let me hold you; like a hostage.
Your breathing is all that matters to her. The shift of your hips is all that matters to her. The dried tears on your cheek are all that matters to her ans only her.
You are the only person she loved in this cruel world.
"You matter, You are Mine now and forever, Mi flor."
With that, she glance at your lovely lips. She's craving for it. She want it. And She will do it. Oh, how bad she wanted to scream your name in esctacy in the other night.
Like a hostage.
Can you tell how much i adore isabela? Yeah, reminds me of your name— sorry!
OKAY BUT WOW?!?!?! this is unlike anything i’ve ever seen before and it’s really good omg. haha don’t be sorry im honored that isa reminds you of me😌 you know who would love this even more than me tho it would be @aisxma trust me once they read this they’ll be going absolutely batshit crazy. hey at least we know isa isn’t vanilla😉 but for real thank you for submitting this it’s amazing you blessed my eyes, keep going you’re so talented :)
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My name is Cassandra. This is important information for the story I'm about to tell, because it's just....it's important. My name is Cassandra. I am the fourth of five children and the first daughter. My mom gave all three of my brothers biblical names, but for me she wanted something...else. idk. my name is Greek, but I am not.
Anyway, my youngest brother was nearly 2 when I was born, but this smart ass was talking by six months because he's a genius and could speak in full sentences by his first birthday. But, when he learned my name, he could not say it correctly for the life of him. Instead of Cassandra, he called me Cassa-trana. That was my name for two years to him. Cassa-trana. Which is why eventually, my family started calling me Cassie (it was easier for him), but my mom gave me the nickname Trana. I hated it, but she called me Trana until I was seven.
What happened when I was seven? We finally got the dog I had been begging for since I was three. What did we name this dog?
Trana.
My curse was lifted. My mother never called me Trana again (I continued to answer to Trana for two more months, however, like Pavlov's dog). We now had this little Bichon-mix who was stuck with the name. She was our Trana Banana.
Flash forward about ten years. Trana starts to lose her hearing, but she's a relatively healthy and well-behaved doggo. I can walk her without a leash and she won't stray too far from me, unless she sees something that catches her fancy. This is usually another dog or a squirrel or bunny.
So we're walking around the block one day in summer and it's really nice. We live near the Main Street, so I typically leash her until we turn onto a residential street. Today, due to a stroke of bad luck and timing, just as I let Trana off her leash, little peter cottontail hops on by and she takes off like a bullet after him. I groan. She's not gonna go too far, but this dumb dog might hurt the poor bun, so I run after her. This is back when I'm 17 and can actually sorta still run.
So I run after her, calling her name. Except I'm not actually calling her name. Her name is Trana, remember? Well, in the last decade, my family has taken to giving her a nickname. Her long nickname is Trana Banana (affectionately), but her other nickname (which has as many syllables and more letters than her actual name, weirdly) is..........tranny.
I'M SORRY. I did not realize it at 17 or 7 or any of the inbetween years that was we were calling our pet dog was a highly offensive name. And because I didn't realize this, my ass is running down the street SCREAMING "TRANNY! TRANNY!" because my dog is focused and very hard of hearing. Bunny is giving her a run for her scooby snacks.
Finally, bunny disappears and I am almost caught up to Trana when I see them: a person who is amab, wearing a dress and makeup, glaring absolute daggers at me. At first, I have no idea why, but them I recount what I've just been screaming down the street and I feel like I want to just disintegrate. I think they would like that too. They are unloading groceries from their car, but they've stopped to stare at me. I finally catch up to Trana, who has stopped near them, probably hoping for food or pets, and I pick her up.
I want to explain myself, but everything is too much. It's too many words to say to explain the whole history of Trana's name (like I'm doing here) and I'm an intorvert and I cry when I am embarrassed. I can already feel the lump forming in my throat and I just want to assure this person that I was not screaming slurs at them, but the words are not going to come out at all how I want them to.
So what does my teenage dumbass say?
"MY NAME IS CASSANDRA"
and I run away with my dog in my arms. She has still not done her business by the time we make it to my street, so I put her down and she piddles on a patch of grass on the sidewalk. My eyes are wet and I am still so close to sobbing because damn I'm embarrassed, but instead I start laughing. I am in hysterics by the time I get to my house. Trana is giving me sidelong glances like I'm insane. I probably am.
I have never told my mother this story because 1. she actually IS transphobic and I don't want to hear her shit. and 2. I would literally never hear the end of it. For that reason, I can't tell anybody else in my family, either, because then she would find out.
I have kept this story to myself for 11 years now. The person who I had inadvertently insulted is named Arielle and she moved away six years ago now, but I did see her a couple more times and I was able to (eventually) tell her the story behind Trana's name and I also came out as gay to her a full year before I came out to my family, so there's that.
But I didn't ever call my dog that again.
#storytime#story#dog#pets#dumb stuff#I am an idiot#trana story#happy pride#this day haunts me#i still cannot believe it#i'm sorry arielle#i hope you're doing well
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