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angel-thoughts-dump · 9 months

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times they call/insinuate angel is gay/“too feminine for a man”/is attractive to men, in ats - Season 1

ep 1 A manager says to Angel he is a very beautiful man, and he wants to represent him. "Call me, this isn't a come-on"

ep 2 In the club, Angel has to "search for someone that's in trouble" and everyone thinks he is just flirting, including a man, Angel tells him "seriously I wasn't hitting on you"

ep 3 Spike, while watching him from afar, makes a LONG hilarious joke about him being gay, and caring too much about his hair and using “nancy boy hair gel”.

Later while fighting, Spike says to Angel "What’s next ? Vampire cowboy ? Vampire fireman ? Oh, vampire ballerina?" to which Angel responds "I do like to work with my legs" and kicks him

ep 4 Doyle legit admits he is attracted to him

ep 5 Cordy: "do you have (hair)mousse?... of course you do"

ep 6 Mafia boss calls him “nancy boy”. Angel hits him with a chair.

Also, there's a joke where Cordy nags Angel for not noticing her new shoes, Angel is about to say that "men don't notice that staff" when Doyle enters and says to her "Nice shoes!". This is a 'Doyle =gay' joke but it also shows Angel has funny ideas of what makes you a man, and it's funny that the entire plot of the ep is about repressing emotions, and unwinding when you touch a magic stick.

ep 7 Angel and Doyle going to fight a vamp nest is paralleled with Cordy going on a romantic date. Doyle: “everyone has dinner plans”.

The first thing the new husband of Doyle’s ex does when he comes in, is insist on how handsome Angel is. (Doyle’s ex had also just met him, didn’t say a thing, neither did other women this ep)

ep 8, 9, 10 and 11 I didn’t catch any

ep 12 friends of Cordelia meet Wesley and Angel for the first time, the way they act and respond to their flirting and invitations to a party makes them think they are gay “the good ones are always gay” one says. Angel is not bothered about it, Wesley a little. Later they have this conversation in which Angel seems to have noticed that insecurity, and he says to Wesley that the girls liked him, that his clumsiness was charming, and that the fact they think they are gay adds mystery

(also why does angel quickly bit his lip, looks him up and down, and smiles to him like that??? asdfasdfasd)

ep 13 (refer to this post bc it needs context) in short yeah a guy is definitely attracted to him

ep 14 nothing again I guess

ep15 Kate’s dad asks her if Angel is gay, she laughs and says "no, he is just not my type, or I'm not his type".

Also, it felt like the dialogs were specially 'supernatural=queer' this episode, and he WAS getting homophobia by Kate lmao

"you don't get to kill a demon in front of me and then act like we are going to have a cappuccino together" "No offense, I know you are probably a decent guy for, you know, what you are..." "If you insist on talking about this, can you pls not call it that? It makes me uncomfortable.(don't say demon) say evil thing" "What? they are evil things that are not evil? - well yeah(me) - OH right, sorry" Then the scenes of his father calling him a disappointment make it even more uuughhh, and then he says "It was a son I wished for, a man! Instead, god gave me you".

All scenes from his past as human point to him being a fuck boy, meaning that, even if not queer, in a way, he also didn't follow the conventional norms of romance or sexuality. But it's also funny to point out the first thing he does as a vampire is feed from a man, to which Darla says "now you can have anyone you want"

ep 16 Cordelia ends up saying “if anyone is wearing a push-up bra here its-- Angel!” when Angel surprises her entering the room, (Also, Wesley describes a type of demon that howls when they are preparing to fight or mate, next scene angel is fighting them while they howl(they appear male), I know this one is a reach, but I’m putting it here bc it made me laugh).

ep 17 so he reads girl-celebs magazines and remembers this rumor about an actor? sure

also this ep Cordy(known fashion lover) compliment's Angelus fashion sense "Angelus would never wear those pants".

In the buffyverse they say everything is the same without the soul except there's no guilt, meaning no repression about what he would like to wear. So if it hadn't been obvious from before, Angel is also a fashion lover, except repressed about it.

ep 18 there was nothing much here except if you count that Darla asks him "have you met someone else?" no gender-specific.

And/or this interaction with Linsdey cuz come on the tension, the banter, the 'was it necessary getting this close?'

ep 19 Again nothing textual unless you count that Wesley risks his life and goes against the Watchers council for him, even if it means helping someone he hates(Faith), and his loyalty to Angel is called a perversion(also how does angel look so small here??asdfsas)

ep 20 two little things, first, does this joke "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" Angel says to intimidate a guy count? lol

Second, in this ep they get paid to search for blackmail pictures of a guy who went to a demon script club, after Angel takes them back Wesley looks at them, and he seems weirded out. Angel is besides him and only with a quick look he is able to tell the pictures are upside down, Wesley turns them and looks at them again, he says "oh, I can't imagine it was pleasant" to which angel makes this face like uhm???

In any case I put it here cuz even if its not an "angel=gay" moment it certainly shows he has experience with Unconventional sex staff

eps 21 and 22 I didn't catch anything, but in the last ep the "supernatural= other(queer/disabled/etc)" thing is easier to see. Because there's Kate again with the irrational hate like "I'll rid the city of your kind" etc just after Angel saves someone.

And the last scene shows the way your friends don't mind the "weird" parts of you even if you or most people do

a super endearing moment that happens just before the show promises Angel that he will "as a reward" be normal eventually, which weird, cuz then, Is the message of the story that you can find peace by finding a mission and loved ones who accept you as you are? or is it you can find peace only as long as you are useful to the normal 'innocent' people around you, and you work toward being normal? idk

#I think I started this after I saw a lot of comments on yt in a random vid calling angel straight #like how dare you insult him like that #sadfasdfsadfsdf #but I kept the bit going cuz it was funny #ats #angel ats #angel btvs #btvs #also disclaimer cuz I've seen lot of rotten staff out there #I'm not including things like: this character acts like a mother this character is saved by others a lot #or this character likes pink or cooks or is shirtless a lot #cuz those are just gender stereotypes that actually are just human things not femenine or masculine #not inherent in men or women #so I don't believe a male character having or doing staff society considers feminine means they ARE gay or feminine #lol thats so backwards #those staff only get in the list if another character or the show somehow explicitly classifies them #as a sign of being 'too feminine for a man' or gay #this attempts to be from the show's perspective

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Lord Jesus you gotta give me a piece of this. Bella, what are the sluttiest and most perverted things the bucci gang members have ever done? (i.e: public masterbashawn, etc) Headcanons pls

Omg thank you for this ask 😩😩😩💓 sorry it took me a while to get to. You’re in for it now because I have so many headcanons. Everyone prepare themselves because I’m about to turn up the heat 🔥

Important Note: I didn’t add Abbacchio because I don’t see him that way. I did add Trish Una because she’s part of the gang in my book and she’s my wife. Also characters are all aged up

Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions

Headcanons 🔞 NSFW

Fugo Panacotta

He’s shy and awkward but look how sexy and attractive he is. He’s also gentlemanly too. He’s definitely got people chasing him.

That being said I think the most shameless and sluttiest action he’s ever done was sleep with someone he’s tutored. I feel it in my gut. He’s definitely done it.

He doesn’t teach piano lessons anymore due to the reason above

I think he has a collection of sex toys too. Cock rings, dildos, and some other ones that go into some crazy kinks. He reveals it to whoever his bedroom partner is

He’s totally checked out sexy nerds and flirted in hopes of eventually hooking up

Look at that suit and tell me he doesn’t want to draw some attention. Real talk, I’m sure he showed off the hickeys without realizing it. He gets embarrassed about it. He’ll ignore it and go to a restaurant like that without a care in the world after he gets over the embarrassment

Fugo doesn’t care if his thong is showing. It’s obvious he’s wearing one. It’s gotten him plenty of attention. He bought his from an expensive online store. They’re either black, red, or purple. Narancia and the others get grossed out. Especially Mista and Abbacchio.

He watches porn with student and teacher scenarios. He also watches sexy librarians masturbate. However he watches these at libraries in private areas.

He carries strawberry flavored lube

He’s had sex with an enemy once but it was hate sex. He only did it because they were coming onto him and he was horny, wanting to blow steam

Fugo masturbates in the morning sometimes thinking about this one hot professor he used to have a crush on. She was beautiful and wore clothing flattering to her figure. Someone he hooked up with left their undergarments behind that happened to be the same type as said professor. He keeps it somewhere secret

Guido Mista

The sluttiest out of the entire gang. We don’t slut shame, we slut appreciate Mista ❤️❤️❤️

This man is such a huge flirt he’s always having one night stands when he goes out at night.

One time during a mission he hooked up with a girl and got into the back of her car with her. Giorno and Narancia caught him and dragged his ass back to the mission. Narancia jabbed him in the stomach and Giorno gave him a hard time since their mission was important.

Mista has woken up between two girls in his bed and did not remember the night before. This has happened multiple times.

He keeps a condom in one of his boots most of the time, depends on how risky the mission is

He masturbates in the shower because he’s too lazy to clean up his room if he makes a mess.

He doesn’t care where he’s at if he’s having car sex. The most public places being at club parking lots, movie theater parking lots, and fast food parking lots but in those cases it has to be at night since he doesn’t want kids seeing

He’s masturbated at Lebeccios restaurant before. It was in the restroom of course

He’s been in an orgy on rare occasions

He’s definitely sneaked peeks at women if he gets the chance. Like he’s a bit of a pervert and if he likes what he sees he’s staring. He will think about them when he’s masturbating without a doubt

Mista has most definitely slept with the enemy if they were sexy and hot. He feels no shame.

Mista wears men’s thongs too, he don’t care who see’s. He’s too confident

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty popular and sometimes he uses it to his advantage to get a hookup. Even if it ends up with him paying for a hotel.

Bruno likes guiding the hand of the person he’s flirting with to his chest then unzips his top to show off the rest of the lace downwards..

He has had sex in an alley multiple times. He gets away with it because of his stand

He has used his zipper abilities to snatch the panties of the person he hooked up with. He feels very lucky if it was lingerie or lacy.

Bruno is a panty sniffer

Bruno masturabates with said panties

He has had sex at clubs and parking lots before

Bruno likes wearing different lace under his outfits because he looks forward to the reaction of any bedroom partners

He has a modest collection of dildos he doesn’t want anyone knowing about

Trish Una

She has slept with rich boys on multiple occasions. They have to really impress her for her to be interested. She keeps their numbers in her diary for whenever she’s in the mood. A sort of list if you will

She has a similar list for women too

She loves putting on a show for whoever she’s flirting with at the club

She has worn lingerie and angel wings as a costume. She totally did it to get a hook up

Trish will only have sex in the back of limos and sports cars but she does make acceptions to luxurious cars as well

She’ll wear one bra size down and panty size smaller because one, it makes her feel sexy and two, sometimes she has a dildo in her. She goes into public with it secretly on because it gets her going. When she’s close she’ll masturabate in the dressing rooms or restrooms of nice restaurants.

She has masturbated in the dressing room of Victoria’s Secret multiple times

She likes huge designer bags because there’s room for a few sex toys.

She likes hello kitty or other Sanrio character sex toys

All her sex toys are pink, including the fuzzy handcuffs she uses on her partners

Giorno Giovanna

He has had sex in hotels during the day on multiple occasions, with the window open

He has masturbed with his window open before without a care in the world (RIP his fan girls/fanboys)

He’s had handjobs at restaurants underneath the table during a date. He’s good at hiding it but he’ll “cough” sometimes.

Giorno has had sex under a bridge before, it was at night time

He has had hickeys revealed thanks to his boob window and doesn’t care who see’s

Giorno likes going to the beach and having fun in the changing tents if they caught his interest

He likes using his stand to create flowers with aphrodisiac affects for himself or his partners

Sometimes Giorno has hidden condoms or sex toys that are turned into one of his ladybug broaches

He sometimes accidentally gets glimpses of people fucking in alleys when he’s used his tree growing ability to go onto roofs. If it catches his interest or he’s feeling horny he’ll watch

When he wakes up late next morning and he’s a disheveled mess he doesn’t care if he has to get to work like that. Messy braid, lip prints, scratches, or hickies? Oh well

Narancia Ghirga

He definitely has porn magazines under his bed

He has also hate fucked an enemy during a mission but unlike Fugo he’s done this multiple times. He hasn’t gotten caught thanks to his stand

He’s got one serious knife kink. He doesn’t need a sex toy he’s got a separate collection of pocket knives specifically for his knife kink

He’ll only masturbate if his tangerine, orange, or a lemonade scented wax warmer is on

He likes to masturbate in front of a mirror too but only the one in his room

He secretly wears thongs but unlike Fugo and Mista he is more decent about it. Narancia also wears leather undergarments hidden under that clothing too.

He’s gotten a BJ in a movie theater before

He’s also had sex in the bathroom stalls of a theater and in a janitor closet

Narancia’s magazine stash is dirty like he accidentally got some of them filthy, don’t touch them for your own sake

He has most definitely had sex in alleys before. He’s thankful his stand allows him to detect others but unlike Bruno he don’t care half the time unless it’s children or police.

Narancia has received blow jobs under tables at restaurants but he whimpers and begs for sex in his partners ear

His nudes were leaked thanks to a shitty ex of his. No one in the gang knows and he’s thankful for it

He gets turned on by the smell of coconut and mango

He once received nudes from a hook up and sexted. He keeps the photos in a special file

He perchased lingerie for a girl once and was sure to pick it up after ordering it online. Unbeknownst to her he masturbated with them before giving them to her. He couldn’t help himself he thought it looked sexy

#request #jjba headcanons #not sfw #dividers not mine #bruno bucciarati smut #giorno giovanna smut #guido mista smut #narancia ghirga smut #buccigang #fugo panacotta smut #trish una smut #not sfw themes

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fuck-customers · 5 months

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Pls tell me someone else has been through something similar.

TL;DR: Paid for a strangers groceries. Got asked out by him through his friend. Denied coz Idk why he did that & uh... he was deff not femme presenting so not my preference (& I still feel bad about it lmao). 🥲 #rip

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I don't hate this customer, but I constantly wonder if anyone has had a shared experience like this so if you have, PLEASE leave it in the comments (or reblogs).

(*Shared experience as in... a stranger/customer asking you out for something you did for them while on the clock or something you showed them at work that's a work perk.)

When I was a cashier at the american grocery store "English en Español", I was in a low income area. I constantly had cis men hitting on me for no valid reason, as I'm not the socially accepted aesthetic for "attractive" (probably because it was a small town so there wasn't much selection & I live in cities so I dressed/acted differently than most? Idk. I'm a transman, pre-t & pre-surgery, but present as femme for safety reasons, espec in small towns). I often didn't notice until coworkers told me after they had left or until the man, himself, told me straight up. It was common enough that we had a signal bc apparently I suck at picking up on people hitting on me. NO ONE working that night signaled for this one, despite several of my coworkers seeing this.

So needless to say, I did NOT see this coming.

There was a guy with two girls checking out their groceries at my register. It was late at night, close to closing. When it came to the guys portion of the groceries, he split things up to afford everything. (I feel that lol.) His card declined on the last part. He was maybe $25ish(?) short (idr exact amount). He asked to take off a few things & I was like "Wait, wait." & jumped around & slid my own card & paid for his stuff. At that time (about a decade ago) my finances were mostly stable. I was doing what I could for anyone who needed it. It wasn't abnormal for me to pay for people whose groceries got declined by under $50 if I had it that month. I was stuck at a grocery store all day & people quite literally need food. It's the *least* I could do while financially stable, yknow? He wasn't someone I singled out... just someone else I managed to have the privilege of helping.

But this guy looked like he was both a) about to cry & b) incredibly embarrassed. He barely whispered thank you to me before grabbing everything & RUNNING out the door. His two friends thanked me profusely & followed him out *normally*. Lol.

I didn't have anyone else to check out coz it was almost 10pm at that point, so I was just vibing at my register. Maybe 5 whole minutes later (yes, THAT LONG) one of the girls the guy was with comes back in & runs up to my register.

I didn't say anything coz I was confused. Why is everyone running? Why does everyone have so much energy? Jeeze. 💀

She said, quickly & excitedly, "Remember the guy you just saw that you paid for his groceries?"

Me: "👁👄👁... yeah?"

Her: "Well, he wanted to know if you wanted to go out with him. Like, on a date."

Me, confused, not knowing what to say, stalling: "Uhhhhhhm."

In my mind, I'm thinking: 'Why would he want that? Because I paid for his groceries? Does he think I'm one of those dommes that gives money to their subs? Oh no. I'm a sub, not a dom! Maybe he just thinks I'm nice? Oh god, he's gonna find out I'm NOT nice if we date... but I really only like femme presenting people. How tf do I say that in a small town where I don't want that to get out? I don't know what's happening here, but-"

Me, without hesitation: "Sorry, but ...I like women?"

Her: "👁👄👁... Was that a question?"

Me: "...No?"

Her: "... 👁👄👁 ...Okay, I'll tell him. Thanks!"

Again, with the running. Running out the door. To the car. They looked about the same age as me. Early 20s. Like... where are they getting this ENERGY??? 😭

He NEVER came into the location I worked at again while I was there for 3 years lmao. The two girls did. Ik he lived in the area. This was before the time of grocery delivery. So uh... I feel awful lol.

I also feel awful because I never really say no to anyone in that context or break up with anyone. I always force *them* to say no or break up with me so that I don't have to do it. 😅 I'd never in a million years lead anyone on coz that's completely unfair, but I really just need the other person to do it & I couldn't in that situation so it still sits in the back of my mind like, "oh my god what have I done" kind of catastrophic thoughts spiraling from there. Meanwhile, he probably doesn't even remember I exist. 💀

So rip to me, I guess.

Please tell me someone else has had some kind of interaction where a stranger/customer has asked you out or tried to get with you based on something you did (or did for them) on the clock or a work perk you showed them/they saw. 😭 Pls make me feel less alone in this lmao.

Also make sure to give the follow up tea! Did you go out? Did it work? Are you married? ☕️ 🦊

When I was 19 I gave a lady a coupon for money off (I'm 50 I forget how much it was for.) and this lady tried to hook me up with her 13yo daughter. I dunno if that counts.

-Rodney

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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months

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hi cas! i love your blog sm, not only your blog but you as a person so much.

i hope i am not bothering you by asking this but i seriously don't know who else to ask.

so there's this girl at my school, my classmate. like we are not besties to say but she is a really good friend, sometimes when my bestfriend and her bestfriend don't show up to class we sit together and sometimes all four of us sit together. we have short convos like talking about our interests, animes, her drawing passion and all. so to say we are might not be super close but we are good friends.

today she told me that she likes me and came out to me - i am really happy for her mustering the courage to let it out, she told me how no one other than her older sister knows, not even her best friend.

on the instant she told me this, she panicked, to say. she was like "i am so sorry if it spooked you" "i just had to say it" "you can defo reject me..i didn't want to burden you" "my god why am i saying this...pls i hope our friendship doesn't change" she didn't let me say a word, she was getting so anxious. and without listening to me she left.

and now i don't know what to do, i feel really horrible ik how hard it must have been for her in first place, to come out to me, the only other person. she let her be vulnerable and confided in me.

but i am straight. no no i am not homophobic at all (i am literally in this fandom, forget about fandom i am proudly a lgbt)

but i never felt any attraction to females.

uh..man i don't want to make her sad. i can't and i don't want this to be complicated bw us. i don't want her to be heartbroken. i don't want her to regret coming out to me.

what should i do?

should i date her? (i have never been grossed out with w/w relationship but before this i never saw myself in one) i don't want her to be heartbroken..how can i ever tell her i'm straight.

i don't know... can a straight person like me date her? i really want a advice. if you say i should, i promise i won't be breaking her heart..i have always for me seen me in a single relation with someone and giving them all the love but i never saw a fem as my s/o cause im staright.

will i catch feelings overtime? will i be able to love her?

pls..guide me what should i do.

[ i hope what i meant to say was understandable. english isn't my first lang so forgive me for any mistakes ]

Hi love! <3

So it seems like you're pretty adamant that you're not attracted to girls. If you're sure about that, then:

Please, please, do not date this girl if you don't like her. That's not fair to her OR you! You can't just....find feelings that don't exist. And it's not fair to bring her hopes up.

(Now, that isn't to say that maybe you never considered dating women, and not you're considering it, and it sounds cool. But if it does NOT sound cool. If you are straight? Don't do it.)

You need to be honest with her. Sit her down and give her the respect she deserves. Tell her, "I really value our friendship, and I am so honored that you trusted me enough to come out to me. I want you to know that I don't just you at ALL for being LGBTQIA+. But I'm not, and I don't want to pretend to be, because it would just be hurtful, in the end. I think you're really cool, but I'm just not attracted to girls."

Trust me, being truthful will be much better in the long run. Sure, she'll be disappointed. But your sexuality isn't personal, and if you are kind and honest and accepting with her? That's still a much better coming-out story than a lot of people. Trust me.

And after? Try not to make it awkward. Don't treat her differently. But don't force something that isn't there. It'll just end up in someone getting hurt.

Hope that helps!

#ask #asks #ask cas

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step-on-me-khun · 1 year

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Hello ~ can I have a hickey prank HCs where S/o faking it to see the reactions of Eduan-Yama-Jinsung-White..each separately pls? Have a wonderful day

hello. i have to be honest, i've never heard of this - I'm never on tiktok, so I literally had to google what the hickey prank even is - if I get this a bit wrong, please forgive me

warning(s): threatening behaviour, and White, because he's one giant warning words: n/a taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @koi-chairowo @aoi-turtle @bangchanbin

Eduan

He's handsome, appealing, and, of course, he's the head of the Khun family - possibly the most attractive family ever

He would forever be proud of a lovebite he left on a woman, that included you

Eduan's quite the womaniser, so noticing a lovebite on someone other than another person he'd made love with made no difference

But you decided to test that, wondering the outcome

As you happened upon his field of vision, you slowed down and sat nearby smiling at him

Of course he notices, but just doesn't seem to think there's a problem

It's just a lovebite after all, and he didn't really care if you were with anyone else

It just confuses him a bit when you keep moving your hair away from your neck

But he just goes back to his business, not paying you any mind at all

You keep trying to get his attention, until he continues to wonder what you're up to

"Got allergies, or something?"

"What? No,"

"Then what's with that fake-looking lovebite?"

"It's not fake,"

"Okay, good for you,"

"It doesn't bother you?" it got you annoyed

"Why would it? There're other women, so you getting with someone else isn't my business,"

It descends into the opposite of jealousy, and you have to admit that you were attempting to prank him

To which, he sighs and facepalms

Yama

He's someone who could be pretty territorial, he's a dog so that's understandable

And also loyal, although he doesn't show it

So if you flaunt something obvious to him, he'll react, unless it's small, in that case, good luck getting his attention

And he's tall too, so you have to catch him when he's sitting down otherwise you've missed an opportunity

It was after meeting with his brothers, Yama's mind was nowhere and you happened to walk in front of him and stop, turning your head to flash the purple bruise you had created

Sometimes, Yama was oblivious, and other times he was able to take a hint

And he was able to take the hint, and as he notices he tenses up

"How did you get that mark?" He asks as he stands up, intimidating as fuck

"I-ugh, I don't know what you're talking about?" You begin to play with your hair, and he made you feel scared and anxious. Maybe this wasn't a good idea

"Stop playing dumb, who gave you that bruise?"

"No one,"

"Stop lying to me,"

Now you knew that playing a prank on Yama was a bad decision, you had to tell him

"Okay, okay, it's a prank, I'm sorry,"

Yama's eyes looked deadly like you were the next thing he was going to fight

"Never do that again, we're through if you play those types of tricks again,"

You've felt awful and scared since

Jinsung

Would notice the smallest of things about you, and knows of certain trends and tricks

Never in a million years would he ever think you were capable of pulling a tiktok prank on him

He's anything but gullible though, and when he thinks you're acting strange, he will confront you

You had to plan everything away from him, without acting suspicious

He could be silly at times, embarrassing Baam at any given moment, and if you were in front of others while showing off something, he would make sure everyone else knew too

But when he was serious, he could be scary, so predicting what the outcome would be was useless

As you enter the room Jinsung was in, you stare at him with confusion, then stood there, hoping he'd notice

"Did you forget something?" He asked

"I don't know?"

"You trying to hide something from me, precious angel?"

"Hide something?"

A look of sadness appeared on his face

"What's with that expression? Is something wrong?"

"There's someone else, isn't there?"

"What? Of course, there isn't,"

His eyes stare at you, and you could see a mixture of sadness and anger, but more sadness. This was something you didn't account for

"Where did you get that lovebite from, then?"

You wipe away the makeup and try not to avoid staring him in the eye

"Sorry, I was trying to prank you,"

"Oh, I need some time to think," he says before leaving you alone for a bit

Never do it again, you didn't end up breaking up, but still, you learnt now knew what Jinsung looked like when he was upset

White

Being around you made him a proud asshole, not that that was enough to make you constantly stay beside him. He was a jerk

White would be oblivious when it came to you planning anything, and he didn't care, unless it was about him

Pranks generally didn't affect him, he viewed them as unneeded and unnecessary

But that didn't stop you from being a little bit curious, what would be like if he saw a lovebite on you, one that wasn't his?

You playfully walk over to White and sit down beside him, the bruise on your neck on show

You were hoping he would notice you, but unfortunately, he didn't

So, you decided to move around next to him, reaching into your pockets to look for something that wasn't there, and tucking your hair behind your ear

"You're moving around too much," White complains

"I'm sorry, I can't get comfy,"

"And why are making that bruise so obvious, you've never been so proud of one before now, you're not trying to gain my attention are you?"

"What? You mean the small mark on my neck?"

"That's not small,"

"And when did I imply that you were what caused it?"

That question made White's smug expression fade, leaving behind one that was much scarier

"Who do I have to kill to make you understand you are only mine?" White's hand grabs onto your jaw. "I'll let this mistake slide, but don't think I'll ever be able to forgive-"

"It's a prank! It's a prank! I would never dream of betraying you,"

"Don't toy with me, (Y/N), or I might have to treat you really roughly, and give you lovebites that you'll be unable to hide,"

How could someone go from frightening in a scary way to frightening in an exciting way?

Either way, you weren't trying a prank like that again, your relationship wouldn't survive that, and maybe you wouldn't either

don't steal anything I write or translate on another platform

#tower of god #kami no tou #khun eduan #khun edahn #khun eduan x reader #khun edahn x reader #khun eduan x y/n #baylord yama #tog yama #tog yama x reader #jinsung ha #ha jinsung #jinsung ha x reader #jinsung ha x y/n #arie white x reader #arie white #white arie #tog white #tower of god white

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Pairing: Larys Strong x Female reader

Era: Season 1

Warnings: manipulation, oral ( female receiving), a little sub! Larys, jealousy.

Life as the sister of Alicent Hightower was not easy, you knew that. Once she had her second child with King Viserys I your sister decided to move you to the castle, you were left with nothing more to do than stay to wait for you to marry someone. Your father at that time was obviously more focused on manipulating her and the king, therefore constantly forgot about your presence or existence in general. Then he stopped being the king's hand, but that is not a topic that is discussed in family gatherings.

The only thing that was easy was to sneak between the castle and talk to Larys Strong. He was considered an outcast because he was disabled, but you were a very interesting man. Besides, he knew your sister well for what they could talk quietly.

Princess Rhaenyra preferred to talk to Sir Harwin Strong, the attractive brother of Larys, and you thought you could understand her. Therefore one day you decided to change plans and talk to him for the first time, at least to know what you were missing. He was a man with a lot of charisma and it was easy to find a conversation with him. You stayed so long talking to the one you forgot to go to see Larys as you did weekly. Once he found you all he did was look at you both with a strange resentment, something you had not seen in the man previously.

You decided to ignore the behavior and go to your room, when you arrived, you found Larys in your bed, sitting, as if you were waiting for you to arrive.

— Larys, how can I help you? If you wanted to talk to me could have said when we met in the afternoon. —You said, nervous, you looked into his eyes and knew perfectly that something strange was happening to him.

— It's not important, my lady. I know that for you nothing I can give you will be enough.

—My lord, how can you say that? What are you trying to tell me?

— I don't know, ask my brother, it seems that he overcomes any kind of resource that I can give you.

You couldn't understand how he thought that, since you always listened to him and even listened to his advice. But you decided to answer him in the only way you could think of.

— My Lord, how can I make you feel my loyalty to you?

And that's how you were as you were now with your legs wide open while he ate your womanhood. It felt so good. He did it as if he savored the best delicacy, while he touched himself hard, like he was desperate for making you feel good.

You had heard of women who had husbands who liked to mark them or tie them to beds, but he only wanted to watch over your pleasure.

After a few more minutes you started to feel something strange in your belly, but it was such an exciting sensation that it was driving you crazy. When you finally reached your peak you let out a tiny moan and at that moment Larys started kissing you. It was a deep tongue kiss, it was full of passion and for some reason you realized that he probably wanted this from before.

Although you begged him with all your soul to fuck you he refused, not wanting to steal your virginity as it would be more difficult to marry a Lord later.

— And what if I married you?— you said, but it was too late, he was already gone.

this mans so fine i wanna lick him

if i put any word wrong pls tell me, English isn't my first language.

#larys strong #larys strong x reader #hotd smut #house of the dragon #smut #strong #no use of y/n #game of thrones

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Unwind and Relax - part 1

Eddie Munson x fem!oc/fem!wheeler!oc (new oc!)

warnings : fluff, bit of angst, lowkey a slow burn, usage of she/her pronouns.

part 1 of ??? (pls send in requests!)

“Please just this once, Pleaseeeee Eddie?” Stephanie begged.

Stephanie was trying to convince her best friend Eddie to let her put a face mask on him. She knew he didn’t like all the cutesy friendship tricks she tried to get him to agree with but she though this time, it could be her chance to finally make a move.

Stephanie has liked Eddie from their first encounter. He offered to smoke with her after she was stressing over her exams all day. She agreed to the offer and that was the first time she had hung out with him. It was also the first time she had hung out with a boy, alone.

“Absolutely not barbie, just because you think I’m glamorous doesn’t mean I have to be.” Eddie said with a smirk creeping up at the corners of his mouth. Eddie Munson was not popular with women by any means, but he could tell Stephanie liked him. So he decided to play into the flirting sometimes. He knew how it drove her crazy.

“I do not!” Stephanie said immediately defending herself.

“You’re not as slick as you think, Wheeler. I see the way you stare at me in History.” He playfully batted his eyelashes mimicking the way she stared at him

“You’re an asshole.” She paused looking into his brown spheres.

“Just this once I’ll bet your skin will be glowing and then you can get any lady you want.”

“The lady I want is already preoccupied with some slimeball.” He let out a huff of hair. He was pulling at her tail. He just wanted her to admit her feeling to him so he lied and pretended he was after someone else. Chrissy Cunningham.

Stephanie whipped her head to look at him. “The lady I want?” she thought to herself. He liked someone else? She began to regret all the times she subtly flirted with him. She covered her embarrassment with a question.

“And who’s this lucky lady?” She said mischievously.

“Chrissy Cunningham. Head of the cheerleading team and head of my heart.” Eddie said soft-spokenly. He wanted to see her reacting. And boy was it better than he expected.

Chrissy Cunningham? Eddie “the freak” Munson liked Chrissy “preppy snob” Cunningham. She felt stupid. All of this time she thought today would finally be the moment she would tell Eddie how she truly felt. Stephanie couldn’t hold it in anymore. Each day they talked more and more feelings built up inside of her. Every time he looked in her direction butterflies caved the walls of her stomach. They had died now.

“Wow that’s, aiming high I see.” Again she covered her disappointment with a joke.

Eddie could see she was upset. He felt bad. He felt like he was leading her on. The truth was he liked her too. Way more than she’d imagine. He thought about her all the time. He’d even told Mike, Dustin, and some of the other Hellfire Club members about Stephanie. They all laughed it off, except Mike. He couldn’t bare the fact that Eddie found her attractive. Not to mention the fact her and Mike were siblings.

Hellfire Club - 1 week ago

“So you’re telling me, that you want to bang my sister?” Mike said gagging.

“Mike, I’m sorry but I agree with Eddie. Your sister is pretty irresistible.” Dustin giggled.

Mike punched him in the shoulder rolling his eyes.

“No, I do want to “bang” your sister. I actually like the girl. She’s sweet and she doesn’t look anything like you which is a plus.”

Eddie couldn’t believe he was talking to freshmen about his crush on one of their sisters. He also couldn’t believe that of all girls. Stephanie Wheeler was making him nervous.

Now - Eddie’s trailer

“Now about that face mask you’ve been begging me about?

“OOO yes I’m glad you finally gave in. I saw this one at the store and it reminded me of you.” Stephanie had realized the words that had just left her mouth.

“I’m glad you thought of me while you were economizing.”

Eddie’s eyes followed her as she dug into the shopping bag that sat next to Stephanie’s bed. She pulled her hand out and handed him the mask. She placed hers on her thigh. As Eddie unwrapped it he saw it had a devil face on it.

“Ohhhh, a devil. Is this how you see me?” He pouted his lip out pretending to be offended.

“This was the only one I saw that fit your “vibe”.”

They both unwrapped the packages unfolding the masks and placing them on their faces.

“Is it supposed to burn?”

“No,” She shouted from the bathroom as she washed her face. “If it does take it off!”

Eddie took the mask off and tossed it into the trash. He saw it was getting late and decided to get ready for bed. He reached into his drawer looking for a shirt to wear. As he pulled off his current shirt revealing his muscular arms and chest, Stephanie walked in.

“Oh god! I’m sorry.” She quickly turned around covering her eyes.

The sight she had just seen shocked her. Stephanie had no idea underneath the denim vest and leather jackets Eddie was extremely built. The butterflies that had died before had came back to life and danced across her stomach.

“You’re fine Steph, you can turn around now.”

“I’m really sorry Eddie, If I had know you were going to change I have let you use the bathroom before me and-”Stephanie was cut off by Eddie’s hand covering her mouth.

“Stephanie are you alright?”

She shook her head behind her covered mouth. Eddie pulled his hand away. He walked over to his bed, patting at the spot next to him signaling her to sit.

“What’s up?” Stephanie could tell he was intrigued at her reaction. He was ready to listen to her. “This is your moment,” she thought. “Just tell him now.”

“I’m just confused. I mean you flirt with me all the time, I think and now you’re telling me you like Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie looked sharply into her eyes as the brown, almost black circles danced and rolled around as she let her feeling out. This is what he was waiting for.

“And I mean don’t get me wrong, Chrissy is extremely gorgeous and I see why you like her but I just don’t get why you flirt with me then. I don’t know if I did something wrong or if you are just simply being nice and I’m reading it the wrong way but-”

Stephanie was cut off again by Eddie. This time with a kiss. He pressed his lips up against hers pulling her in closer by her waist. His lips tasted like marijuana and cherry chap-stick. He pulled away. Stephanie’s eyes lit up as she looked at his pupils They were dilated. He was beautiful.

“Why did you do that…?”

“Steph, I don’t like Chrissy Cunningham. I just wanted you to stop hiding how you felt about me. I wanted to tell you, but I thought I had made it pretty obvious.”

Stephanie was in awe. She knew she was delusion about all the flirting. Eddie had felt the same way about her.

“Eddie I wish you would have told me so I could have stopped doubting myself. I thought you had lost complete feelings for me totally.”

“Now who could lose feelings for Stephanie Wheeler?” He winked at her looking her up and down.

Her face turned a flush red color as he grabbed her closer to kiss her. She smiled beneath his kisses. She began to giggle.

“Is something funny Miss Wheeler?”

“No… your hair is just tickling my face!” Stephanie let out a snort as he smiled kissing her again.

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catgirlforeskin · 2 years

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Wait how is a callout with screenshots of ppl admitting they think pedophilia should be legalized, that they are irl attracted to children, weird racist comments that fetishize Asian ppl (KIDS), and have said they want to rape their irl siblings FLIMSY??? Pls don’t act like that’s not fucking weird? There are a metric fuck ton of trans women on here who don’t like u bc u r (and associate with) racists and pedophile apologists. U just ignore their critique bc then you’d have to admit you’re weird

Wow these are some pretty hefty charges, I sure hope you have evidence for them beyond “well one time catgirlforeskin reblogged a regular post from someone who follows a different person that, if you take a cropped screenshot of a joke post out of context (or make up context) looks bad.”

Oh, there’s not actually any evidence, and the original callout post that these “evidence screenshots” are from were written by an open terf? Gee, that sure is crazy, wonder why that is lol

I think it’s rather telling that all the original callout posts for me were pure guilt by association, and when I refused to meekly tuck my tail between my legs and join in harassment mobs, people started making up outlandish nonsense about me too.

And that’s why “a metric fuckton of trans women” get caught up in this, because they’re friendless cowards who will throw any and all trans women under the bus to kiss up to our oppressors out of fear of their mutuals turning on them

. I would say don’t expect sympathy when y’all are in the next wave of callouts, but the girls who make a big deal about hating me like catgirldick started doing it because they were already in the blocklists with me, so lol.

#asks

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izvmimi · 1 year

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Sorry but I just NEED to keep gushing about that fic it was soooooo good

The hatred for laugh lines and dull skin reminded me SO MUCH of those TikTok trends where influencers tell teens and young adults “don’t drink from a straw” “don’t smile or laugh” “don’t do X or Y otherwise you’ll get marks that are actually totally normal if you look at a normal person”

The way “reader” talks like someone from one of those Toxic Reddit posts and assumes Bo is the same. I got the sense that “reader” would believe that “all men are biologically programmed to be attracted to younger women” and thinks she’d be a better mother to the baby despite just wanting a sugar daddy (I swear I’ve read posts like this on toxic reddit)

How did you manage to encapsulate all those unhealthy online takes so well?????

And Bo telling reader to “grow up” was just *chefs kiss*

Hands down this is one of the best things I’ve ever read on this hell site - your writing really looked at these characters and situations so well and showed that Bo is a rational adult with a sense and moral boundaries, not a cheating piece of trash who just wants a body (which I’m sure you’ve seen too many times in some hot takes, especially when the reader is literally not much more than a kid)

And I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT

jckfkkfkf pls ty for being enthusiastic

i will admit that when i initially wrote that i was annoyed by how many fics seemed to imply aging was a crime but yeah

#mimi replies #lovely neighbor

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amoonalls · 2 years

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hiiii pls j tell me how to make him fall in love 😭

How to Make Someone Fall In Love With You (Astrology Perspectives)

You can't make someone fall in love with you darling

But I can teach you to have people who have high potential to fall in love with you. So you never have to beg from someone who is incompatible with you nor incapable to give what you want

Though I also can teach you to touch some people's spots so they may have additional attraction for you though I do think it's much better to be with people who are already compatible with you so that you don't have to do much of hardwork. Work smart, not harder

I'll start from the first:

How to Have People Who Have High Potential to Fall in Love With You

1. Look at the signs and planetary ruler of your Venus and Mars

For ex, you have Capricorn Venus and Libra Mars. Both are ruled by Saturn (Capricorn is domicile in Saturn and Libra is exaltation in Saturn). That means people who have heavy Saturn ruled (Capricorn or Aquarius) may have high potential to fall in love with you. Like attract like

2. Look at the house of your Venus and Mars

For example, you have Venus in 8th house and Mars in 4th house. You have both Venus and Mars in water house. That means you desire to have intimacy and deep emotional connections. That also means, heavy water people are compatible for you since they are capable to give what you want

3. Observe your own behaviors and overall beings

Are you eccentric? Are you unconventional? Aqua placements people may be glued to you. Are you bratz? Do you love to be glamorous? Venusian ruled (Libra/7th house or Taurus/2nd house) people may be attracted to you. Are you secretive or mysterious? Are you like onions who take times to be peeled and not everyone willing to do that cuz even if they do want that, it needs certain tricks without them end up shedding tears. Then Scorpio/8th house/Plutonic people would be in first row to take the challenges. Are you a caring and motherly individual? Then Cancer/4th house people would be drawn to you. Are you dreamy and idealistic person? Then Pisces/12th house people will find solace in you

All you need is to realize who you are at the core and seek for people who can appreciate you. But as we are talking about preferences here, I'm going to touch on possibility of the person you sent the chart to me's likeness

Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Taurus Mercury/Venus, Aquarius Mars, Virgo Rising

1. He seeks for someone that's intellectually stimulating and have good sense of humour. He wants people to know every bits of informationa and are street smart (Gemini Sun and Virgo Rising)

2. He wants people who know how to treat him like he's in throne and make him feels good about himself (Leo Moon, Taurus Mercury/Venus)

3. He wants unconventional and bold people who are not afraid to speak and behave as what they believe. Don't afraid to take risk either (Aquarius Mars)

4. He loves ladies who put so much attention to themselves in terms of face, nails, clothes, hair, and else. He appreciate grooming and beauty (Leo Moon, Taurus Mercury/Venus)

5. He wants to chase women or he would let himself being chased but it's just for his ego stroke without it leading to something serious (all of his placements, especially Leo Moon)

Hopefully that helps!

#astrology #astro observation #aquarius #aries #capricorn #leo #libra #sagittarius #virgo #gemini #astroblr #leo moon

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free-for-all-fics · 6 months

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Captain Louis Renault Prompt! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! In this one, you’re Louis’ illegitimate daughter. With all the women he’s slept with in exchange for exit visas, it’s likely or, at the very least, possible he has a bastard child he doesn’t know about. 👨🏻‍✈️💙

Unbeknownst to your mother, you pack a bag containing visas, tickets, cash, clothes, and other essentials. You hail a taxi to drive you to where you need to go, embarking on a solo journey of self-discovery. After you leave your home, your mother finds the handwritten letter you left for her. In it, you tell her that you love her very much and are very grateful to her. You know she’s only ever wanted to give you your best chance at life. You go on to explain that after being indecisive for so long and putting off important decisions that would change your life, what you really need more than anything else in the world is to figure out what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You believe the first step in doing so may be to confront your past and find your father. Whether by train, or auto, or foot, or boat, you’re a young girl no older than fifteen when you arrive in Casablanca, which is considered neutral as it’s under the jurisdiction of Vichy, unoccupied France. However, You realize quickly that, despite its neutrality, it’s not the safest place. It’s far from what you were expecting. It’s filled with refugees fleeing from the war who are now targeted by people seeking to exploit them. There’s all sorts of characters here, including many activists, artists, spies, writers, etc.

Leaving for a better place isn't impossible, but involves a prohibitive cost that most refugees can't afford. Refugees are required to obtain hard-won immigration visas, as well as exit and transit visas, which are all issued by different governments. Getting those to line up can be nerve-wracking, since they all expire after a set period of days. That’s how many refugees have ended up stranded for months or sometimes years in Casablanca. They often impoverish themselves further by trying to win the money through illegal gambling or, if you're a young attractive woman, sleeping with the local dirty cop. Organized crime thrives and the gendarmes are openly corrupt, with even Rick Blaine, an American bar owner, having to pay bribes so the police will permit his establishment to remain open. You witness the gendarmes shoot people dead in broad daylight and routinely round up a large number of designated suspects simply for the pretense of efficiency. You’ve thrust yourself from a simple country life into an unfamiliar and hectic world. And all this is before Major Strasser and the Nazis show up and start breathing down everyone's necks.

You’re a well-practiced and talented liar, a trait your mother claims you inherited from your father, whom she seldom speaks about. She’s never even told you his name, no matter how much you’ve asked. You spend many days searching for him, but all you have to go off of is a faded and grainy photograph with no name written on the back, so you make no headway in your search at first. All you’ve inferred from the photograph is that he’s an officer of some sort, but you’ll know him when you see him. Maybe he’s already left Casablanca and is living it up in America somewhere. But if he’s still here, you need to try your best to grab his attention in the hopes he’ll make himself known. If he isn’t, maybe you can grab the attention of someone who knew him or, at the very least, has seen him. But how? Desperate times call for drastic measures.

Two German couriers carrying official documents were murdered on a train from Oran and found dead in the desert, the unoccupied desert. The murderer and possible accomplices are said to be headed for Casablanca, so all suspicious characters are being rounded up and searched for stolen documents. An officer blows his whistle several times. There is pandemonium as native guards begin to round up people. This is the customary roundup of refugees, liberals, and, of course, beautiful young girls for the local corrupt officials. A police car, full of officers, with its siren blaring, screams through the street and stops in the market. Some try to escape but are caught by the police and loaded into a police wagon. At a street corner two policemen stop a white civilian and question him.

“May we see your papers?”

“I don't think I have them on me.”

“In that case, you'll have to come along.”

“Wait. It's possible that I... Yes. Here they are.”

The civilian pats his pockets. He brings out his papers. The second policeman examines them.

“These papers expired three weeks ago. You'll have to come along.”

Suddenly the civilian breaks away and starts to run wildly down the street, pushing people out of the way as he tries to escape. A policeman shouts for the civilian to halt, but he keeps going. He collides into you, and the force of the impact makes you fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Your skin stings something awful from the gravel and concrete of the road. You'll probably end up with bruises or cuts on your hands and knees. But the civilian doesn't stop to help you or make sure you're okay, too frantic and desperate to get away. A shot rings out and the man falls to the ground, dead. His body is laying sprawled out in the street just a few steps away from you. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen a dead body so up close and you’re frozen in shock for a few moments as you stare into his lifeless eyes, blood pooling around him. The policeman frantically searches the body, but only finds Free French literature. The police van pulls up and the rear doors are opened as suspects are herded out of the van. At the entrance of the Palais de Justice, the arrested suspects are led in by the police.

You get up and follow behind the line of people streaming in to try to approach as a witness to the murder, but the police are corrupt and don’t care. People die and are killed in Casablanca everyday, so they’ve become desensitized to it. They’re making out the report now and haven’t quite decided if the man committed suicide or died trying to escape. Maybe they’ll say he was a spy and/or about to kill a prominent figure but the assassination attempt was foiled. Something to add some extra flair to the story and make it more interesting. You don’t even have a chance to ask about your father or show them his photo before you’re dismissed and escorted out of the Palais de Justice. You’re told not to waste their time and it’s clear to you that, as a young girl, you’re seen as nothing more than a child, a nuisance to be swatted away like a fly. You’re invisible to the officers here and none of the local adults have shown interest in helping you, so you think you have to go bigger.

You take it up several notches by trying to rob the market, a cluttered Arab street of bazaars, shops and stalls. All kinds and races of people mill about the merchandise which native dealers have on outdoor display. Both men and women are dressed in tropical clothes. The canopies over the stalls give them some protection from the scorching sun. On the surface the atmosphere is merely languid, but underneath lies the sinister workings of illicit trade. It’s not uncommon for black market dealings to take place here.

But then someone getting chased by gendarmes comes barreling through and knocks over most of the merchant stalls, causing a big commotion as they pull a gun and try to rob the merchants or hold people at gunpoint. After the man is either killed or apprehended, you turn yourself in and try to pin the destruction on you as an accomplice, but the police have a dossier full of intel that the man was a compulsive gambler trying to commit armed theft to pay off his massive debts and he acted alone. Oh, come on! What does a girl have to do to get to jail?

Realizing you’ll need to do what you can to survive after your money dwindles down to practically nothing, you follow the example of the notorious pickpocket you’ve seen slithering about. He’ll keep wealthy tourists distracted with chitchat, always sticking to the same script. It’s always something along the lines of, “Unfortunately, along with these unhappy refugees...the scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca. Some of them have been waiting years for a visa. I beg of you, Monsieur, watch yourself. Be on guard. This place is full of vultures. Vultures everywhere. Everywhere!” He’s always ironically warning them about thieves while he robs them blind using sleight of hand tricks as he puts his arms around them, and they’re none the wiser. They don’t wise up to his tricks until after he’s long gone, if ever.

You learn quickly that the heart is often the most vulnerable spot and use this knowledge to your advantage. You use your acting skills and spin classic sob stories about being an orphan after your parents succumbed to a sudden illness and died on the journey to Casablanca and were buried in unmarked graves, your father was Killed in Action and your mother abandoned you at a bus stop, you’re dying from a terminal illness, you’re homeless after running away from an abusive household, etc. You switch up the story all the time to prey on the sympathies of unsuspecting and wealthy tourists. Tourists, especially the ones who don’t speak much English or French, can’t resist as they look at your tear stained cheeks and big, pleading eyes. They take pity on you, often giving you big hugs to comfort you. Unbeknownst to them, you nab their wallets and jewelry with sleight of hand tricks while you pretend to weep into their shoulders. You then disappear into the bustling crowd, always stalls away and long gone by the time clouds of suspicion gather in their minds, leaving them to pat their breast and pants pockets as they realize too late there’s something missing. You’ve taken a few pages out of the pickpocket’s book and he can respect that. It takes a special set of skills when it comes to the art of pickpocketing and not everyone has what it takes. But you’ve mastered the art of misdirection and know how to be smooth, slick, and subtle. Instead of seeing you as competition, maybe you partner up and work together instead.

Until one day you’re so weak and hungry that, in your almost delirious desperation, you slip up and pickpocket the wrong target, not realizing who he is. As you run away, the man orders the gendarmes to pursue and apprehend you. Frightened, you run into the first building you see, Rick's Café Américain. Upon entering, your senses are assaulted and almost overwhelmed as you try to squeeze through the many, many, many customers. The lights are bright and there’s a heavy scent of smoke wafting through the air that nearly makes you cough. A middle-aged black man sits on a stool before a small salmon-colored piano on wheels, playing and singing while accompanied by a small orchestra. All about you there’s the hum of voices, chatter and laughter. The occupants of the room are varied. There are Europeans in their dinner jackets, the women beautifully begowned and bejeweled. There are Moroccans in silk robes. Turks wearing fezzes. Levantines. Naval officers. Members of the Foreign Legion, distinguished by their kepis.

Captain Louis Renault is sitting at a nearby table with Major Heinrich Strasser, Herr Heinz, and Rick Blaine. You’re so quick and slippery due to your small stature that before Abdul, the large and burly man standing guard at the door, can react, you sneak behind a group of people that Rick nodded to and run past. You try to hide and evade the gendarmes by blending in amongst the large crowd of gambling, drinking, and smoking customers. The men at the table are engrossed in conversation while they smoke and drink when, suddenly, they notice a strange shape, short and small in stature, dart out from the corner of their eyes before disappearing in the crowd again. Rick asks aloud how the hell you got in here because you’re very obviously underage. Children aren’t allowed in his place for good reason.

Louis gets up from his seat. As you look behind yourself and don’t watch where you’re running, you collide into him. He grabs your wrists to not only stop you from falling, but to hold you in place so you can’t run again. You stare into his brown eyes in shock, too dazed and zoned out to notice anything happening around you. The world around you disappears. The noise in the casino becomes muffled, as if you’re underwater. All you can focus on is him. You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, wanting to say something, anything, but words fail you at the moment you need them most. Your thoughts have gone blank and your mouth has gone dry. It’s him. The man from the photograph your mother gave you. Your father. He’s here. Although it didn’t go exactly according to plan, you’re standing face to face and finally meeting in the flesh! The gendarmes approach but Captain Renault stops them with a hand gesture. He tells them to standby for now and that he’ll handle this.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady? Hm?”

“It’s you! Wait, you’ve got the wrong idea, I-“

“You can explain it to me in my office. Let’s go.”

You protest as you’re manhandled by Captain Renault, the gendarmes following closely behind just in case you break free and try to run again. You’re not sure if they’d dare to shoot a child, but you don’t want to test your luck and find out. You’re escorted out of the saloon and forced into a car. Rick, who had been closely watching the whole thing out of the corner of his eye as he took a puff of his cigarette and poured himself a drink, stands up to apologize to everyone for the disturbance and assures them it’s all over now and they can sit back down and go back to enjoying themselves.

You’re brought to the Palais de Justice. You’ve been here so many times you’ve memorized the interior of the lobby by now, but you’ve never been inside Captain Renault’s office before. You take a few moments to look around, as if you’ll learn about your father and infer more about his character from the way he decorates his office. The gendarmes close the door behind you and your attempts at getting it to open are futile. Looks like you won’t be leaving just yet. Captain Renault tells you as much. That door won’t unlock again until he presses the buzzer on his desk, and he won’t be pressing it until he decides to let you out of this room. He invites you to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk while he takes a seat across from you and begins taking notes. You’re not sure what he’s scribbling down in his report, but it can’t be good.

“Pickpocketing a government official and evading arrest. The real crime here is how young they’re starting you guttersnipes now. You sit down there and tell me everything. What do you want, hm? Money? An exit visa? A photograph to commemorate this momentous occasion in what may be a promising start to a petty criminal career?”

“What does the L stand for?”

He pauses, the hand holding his pen hovering and not quite touching the paper. Judging by his facial expression and body language, he’s either unsure he heard you correctly or is still deciding on what to do in response to your very random question. You can’t quite tell which one it is. Will he ignore you and keep writing? Or will he stop and take a moment to humor you? He glances up from the report he’s in the middle of making out before setting it face down on his desk so you can’t read it. He puts down his pen. He blinks several times and looks at you with a furrowed brow, not understanding what you’re asking at first or what you’re referring to. “The what? The L, you said?”

You nod. “When we first came in, I noticed a sign on the door outside of your office that reads: L. Renault, Prefect of Police. That must be you, so what does the L in your name stand for? Laurent? Lucien? Léonard?”

“Louis. My first name is Louis.” He then pauses again and, taking a good look at you now, he remembers that you’re indeed a child who probably didn’t mean any harm and was just doing what you believed you needed to in order to survive. He sighs to himself, “God, you can’t be more than fifteen.” You’re not even worth the time and energy of writing a false report. He’ll set the half-written report about you onto the fire and you can both forget about this whole thing. He pulls some banknotes out of his wallet. It’s not much, but it’s the best he can do as a poor and corrupt official. “Go on, child. Take this and go away. Go home to your parents, if you have any.”

You want to, but it’d feel wrong to take money from your father like this. Which reminds you there’s a much more important matter at hand. You ignore the money and rummage through your bag before you pull out the old picture of him and slide it across his desk. He takes it and stares at it, astonished. He hasn’t seen this photo in many, many years. This was taken around the time of World War I, when he was a much younger man and long before he was appointed as Prefect of Police. Where on earth did you get this? You tell him your mother’s name and that you got it from her, without revealing she’s your mother. You’ll get to that little tidbit shortly. One thing at a time. You need to see if he remembers her first and go from there. He remembers her. He remembers her quite well, in fact. She was one of his favorites, maybe the closest he ever came to truly loving a woman. But why would she give this to you?

“She thought I might want to know what my father looked like.” You tell him your name and that you’re your mother’s daughter. Louis stammers and chokes on his words as he tries to force them out. He blinks a few times and shakes his head as his brain processes what you just said. Daughter? Whose daughter? His? He’s…your father? But- he hasn’t- he- No, this is impossible. Must be a mistake. He hits the buzzer on his desk and the door opens. He’s letting you go. You stare at him in equal parts confusion and disappointment. You knew it’d be a lot for him to take in, but this is incredibly awkward and isn’t going as you’d hoped it would.

“Maybe I… Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I mean I can tell this is a big shock for you. I know I’m shocked too and I’ve known about this since I was two. I mean don’t get me wrong, I mean shocked in a good way, as in I’ve only dreamt about this my whole life.” You then think back on the day’s events that brought you here. “Not that exact entrance, of course. I imagined something a little more graceful. I can see now that it was probably a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.” You grab your bag and take back the photo, but Louis gets up as well and follows you out as you leave. He looks lost, as if he’s still trying to catch up and wrap his head around all this new information that’s coming at him all at once. Sorry, did you just say you’ve known about this your whole life? But your mother didn’t feel he deserved the same consideration? How could she keep something like this from him!?

Seeing no other option, Louis stops you and tells you that you’ll be staying with him for the time being. At least until he can do some more digging on you and get to the bottom of this. He needs to find more evidence that’ll corroborate your story before he jumps to conclusions or makes any hasty decisions. It’s not a request. He’s not asking you. It’s very clearly an order from an officer, and you can’t say no or refuse. He makes up the spare guest room at his apartment, but It’s really not much more than a pull out couch and extra pillows, bedsheets and blankets he grabbed from a random closet. They may smell of smoke, but at least they’re clean. It’s the best he can do on such short notice. He has you watched over by some friendly neighbors next door until he can sort out his affairs and return home from work. Your unexpected arrival means he has much more to do tonight than he’d thought. He tells his neighbors to keep a close eye on you and make sure you stay out of trouble. You’re given food, water, whatever you’ll need.

Ever since your sudden appearance, his fellow gendarmes have been rushing around him with folders and stacks of papers in their arms or on the phone, constantly dialing in the hopes of connecting to someone who’ll have information. They’ve been working tirelessly. trying to find whatever they can on you. This is the most serious Louis or any of his officers have ever taken their jobs. They somehow locate the hospital where you were born and have a copy of your birth certificate sent over. It takes a few days but, when it finally arrives, he reads the words on your birth certificate and can see his name written on the line under “Father” clear as day. According to this, you’re his daughter too.

His aide, Lieutenant Casselle, is still a bit skeptical. “All I’m saying, sir, is that before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your law enforcement career completely out of the water, we might consider doing some more checking up on her.”

Louis pours himself a glass of brandy, not nearly as frantic or stressed as the men around him. He’s still in shock but, as Captain, he needs to keep a cool head in this situation. Or maybe it’s the brandy that’s helped calm his nerves over the past few days and made him numb to what’s been happening around him. “Checking up for what?”

“I don’t know. Criminal record, blood type, tattoos…”

“Casselle, we found her birth certificate with my name on it, she has my photograph and she has my eyes!” Louis considers himself a very perceptive person. The more he watched you, the more he saw bits of himself in you, in your personality and mannerisms. Even before your birth certificate was received for confirmation, his instincts were telling him, even unconsciously, that you were his daughter. The only trouble now is that he has no idea how to care for a child, much less his own. You’ve been staying with him for a while, but he’s still not quite sure what to do with you yet. It probably won’t be a good idea to stay in Casablanca, but where to go? Should he send you back home to your mother? It’d be cruel and petty of him to keep you from her in the same way she’s kept you from him all these years. But you came all this way just to find him and, now that he knows you exist, he doesn’t want to lose you.

“Exclusive! Captain Louis Renault in Love Child Shocker!”

“Actually she’s not strictly a love child. Her mother and I were married.” Casselle and the gendarmes choke on their drinks. “I mean, not technically. It was a Bedouin ceremony in Morocco. We planned to make it official as soon as we got back to France after the war was over, but for some reason her mother decided to… Well, anyway, she left.”

All the other officers have retired for the night. He sits alone in the dark behind his desk, the only light coming from a single desk lamp. Louis needs to call your mother in the privacy of his office. He needs to confront her about keeping this secret from him, but he also wants her advice on what to do. He wants to try to win her back and reconcile with her. You’ve told him that your mother never pursued any romantic relationships and doesn’t have a man in her life, but you believe that she’s happy. You can tell she gets lonely sometimes, but you think she’s pretty content with who she is. He’d like to have a chance of getting her back so that the three of you can be a family, but he knows that’s highly unlikely. Too much time has probably passed. So, at the very least, he’d like to come to an agreement regarding you. He hopes for either joint custody or visitation rights. He wants to be in your life, and you want him to be there too.

“Louis. Is she there? Is she all right?”

“Yeah, she’s here. She’s fine. My neighbors are feeding her ancient baklava as we speak. My dear, how could you not tell me I’d fathered a child? You let her show up at my doorstep fifteen years later, unannounced—“

“And what? Put a dent in your law enforcement career? As I recall, you didn’t take your job all that seriously. Or is it that she’s put a damper on your carefree lifestyle as a bachelor?”

“No, that’s not-“

“If you’re afraid of a scandal, procure her an exit visa and send her back on the next plane to Lisbon as you so easily have done for many beautiful women, I’m sure.” The sharpness in your mother’s tone as she speaks in terse sentences isn’t lost on him, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on the venom that laces her voice. She’s missing the point, and he’s frustrated and exhausted at the same time.

“This isn’t about any scandal, this is about finding out I had a daughter for half my life!” He raises his voice, nearly shouting over the line. He then takes the phone away from his ear for a moment as he closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. He takes a few deep, calming breaths. He thinks he can hear your mother trying to hold in her tears as she sniffles and breathes shakily. Your sudden decision to leave home and journey solo to Casablanca has been just as hard on her as it has been on him. Your mother misses you a great deal and doesn’t know what to do without you, while he is just getting to know you and doesn’t know what to do with you. He picks up the phone again and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He says your mother’s name questioningly, unsure if she’s still there or if she already hung up.

“I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ask your superiors and your fellow officers. They’ve gotten you this far, haven’t they?” Your mother hangs up the phone, unwilling to elaborate any further.

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