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blazinghotfoggynights · 2 months

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I am so happy for episode 7x4. Why? It has already led to lines of communication about romantic and queer journeys that are not typical.

I see Team!Tuck and Team!Buddie have some members that are not happy with the other and think the other team is delusional or doesn't make sense. Only the members of that show's crew know what is going to happen. For all we know, Buck could meet a third party, fall in love, leave the 118, and go off to happily ever after.

(I so don't want that. But what can a girl do?)

I want to say that as someone who probably has just a teeny bit more of life experience than many people on here and other social media, no I am not sharing my age, I have seen, and experienced, a lot. Remember I mentioned lines of communication opening? They are open now because people are inspired and feel empowered to share their thoughts and experiences.

To Team!Tuck, yes, Team!Buddie is still quite a possibility. How? Did you know you can be so in love with someone you have no idea you are in love with them? Sounds crazy, right? But it can happen. It took many years for me to see that I was head over heels for my best friend. I never considered it. I never looked at him that way. We were just really close and besties.

It took someone asking me if I were stuck on a deserted island and could only have one person there with me, who I would choose. I said his name instead of my then boyfriend's name. I didn’t even think about it. It was reflexive.

The person was staring at me smiling and watching me as I realized what I’d said and then a montage of our friendship played in my mind.

“Oh my god.” That was me.

“Finally figured it out?” That was the other person.

When I thought about it, I compared men to him all the time. The qualities I was most attracted to in my partners up to that point were qualities they shared with him. But it was at that moment, many years into our friendship, that I realized that had been happening.

This leads me to Team!Buddie. Team!Tuck is valid and could very well be endgame. If the writers make Eddie a completely hetero man with no flexibility, Buddie will not happen. However, they have offered a character who is literally an amalgamation of Buck and Eddie as a possible love interest. It is funny to me, because when I look at the Tommy character I see the lovechild of Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley. Buck picked a man who mirrors him physically but shares a lot with Eddie including military background, quick wit, snarkiness, the willingness to say screw the rules when needed, hobbies, etc.

If Buck knows with no uncertainty that Eddie is not, and will never be, an option, wouldn’t it make sense that a man who is so much like Eddie would catch Buck’s eye?

I will also say that it is not impossible for someone who truly believes they are 100% heterosexual their entire lives to realize one day that may not be the case. How do they realize it? They look at someone of the same sex and have an epiphany.

As a young one who was new to this world, I fell for the rhetoric that sexuality is static and does not change. You were either straight or gay. There was nothing else.

This older, wiser version of me knows the only things you can count on in life are change, surprise, and unpredictability. She is also grateful for those who worked hard to explain that sexuality is a spectrum and give those who never quite found a space a label that finally fit.

She is extremely grateful for the brave people who who have the courage to live out loud and raise their voices in pride so others know maybe one day they can do the same.

I will always have my fingers crossed for Buddie endgame. I’m talking big wedding, tears being shed, vows so sweet everyone requires insulin. You get the picture.

However, I also want to see the two characters who never have happiness or a partner who truly supports them find what Hen/Karen and Athena/Bobby have. If that is with other people, so be it.

One more time, I am going to say major respect for ABC and the show writers for flipping off that network that can go to hell and giving this arc life and to Oliver and Lou for doing what is bound to piss off a lot of people who won't be shy about vocalizing their narrowmindedness.

#911 abc #911 on abc #9 1 1 buddie #buddie #buddie 911 #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #eddie diaz x evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck/tommy #tommy/buck #911 tuck #oliver stark #ryan guzman #Lou Eng's metas

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 7 months

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Okay, I can't stop thinking about Richter getting a little bit older. He's in his early teens, like 13-14 and gets a puppy crush on someone. And he just like, absolutely cannot figure out how to navigate that.

So either,

1. He indirectly asks Olrox for advice. In that roundabout way because he is shy about that one thing. And will not admit he needs help.

2. Olrox notices himself

How Olrox goes about this I leave it up to you.

I'm obsessed with this AU.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Ok before everything let’s establish how Richter would have looked when reaching an older age in Olrox’s captivity care:

(Art by me obv)

As you can see, our peepaw’s influence is all over the place. He turned a rugged kid who likes running in the mud into a fine little gentleman (that still likes running in the mud, but Olrox holds out hope that he grows out of it), so normally Richie wouldn’t feel insecure about his looks, until he met her that is.

It was a girl his age, working part-time at her father’s bakery in the settlement near which he and his kidnapper father lived in their estate. They quickly grew fond of each other and proceeded to hang out almost every day, which alarmed Olrox at first, but seeing his son being happy out-weighted the anxiety and he let it go. Of course he did have certain suspicions, especially when Richter began spending a little too much time twirling in the mirror and fixing his hair, but still gave the kid benefit of the doubt. Until today.

“Um, papá…”

Olrox looked up from his paperwork. “Yes, Richter?”

“How do I look?”

The man almost did a double take. Alright, that was new.

“Perfect as always, my son.”

That seemed to give Richie some confidence, but not enough.

“Are…are you sure?”

“I haven’t gone blind just yet. I’d say I am.” He smiled.

“Okay, good, that’s…good. Anyway, I’m going to Elyna’s place, don’t expect me til’ dinner!” He turned on his heel.

Olrox smirked. “Can’t live without your little friend, huh~?”

Richter whipped his head. “I-we’re not a thing!”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Silence.

“Are you sick by any chance? Your face is burning.”

“You just love getting your nose into my business don’t you.” Belmont hissed.

“My child, you made it excruciatingly obvious what the business was. It’s not my fault you can’t hide your feelings to save your life. I won’t be surprised if Élyna already knows all about your crush.”

“What!?” Richter stared, wide-eyed.

“Although I’d say you’re safe, judging by the dreamy looks she keeps giving you.” Olrox propped his chin on his hand, paperwork completely forgotten.

“…wait, really?”

“Have you not noticed?”

“No!?”

“Or the way she keeps carving out more and more time for you?”

The boy’s jaw dropped to the floor as the puzzle assembled in his head and Olrox couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh my sweet boy…” He sighed. “You know what? Take the horse. Ladies love animals.”

“Wait, really? I can take Carter??”

“If you’re planning on winning her heart, might as well court her properly. In addition, witnessing that you keep a steed will put you in favour with her father. He’ll be more lenient if he sees that her daughter’s suitor has a wealthy family.”

“Oh my—we’re not gonna get married!”

“Give it a week and you’ll see how quickly you change your mind.” Olrox smirked. It’s just how childish crushes went, after all.

#castlevania #castlevania au #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania nocturne #castlevania richter #richter belmont #nocturne richter #castlevania olrox #nocturne olrox #Olrox

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luxurijh · 1 year

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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bonefall · 7 months

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who is a character that you love in BB (for better or for worse lol) that you haven’t talked much about yet?

These kinds of questions can be difficult because my brain will just forget completely the minute I'm asked. Who am I. What's warriors cat

BUT it's probably some of the little random background guys who have interesting stories I haven't gotten into yet. I've actually been thinking about WindClan a lot.

Galerunner is one of them. Galerunner and Smokehaze are now the kittens of Brushblaze and Whitetail-- both exes of Onestar. They're born near the start of AVoS, and are pretty young when their dad dies collapsing a tunnel to save a ton of Kin escapees.

Smokehaze dies like she does in-canon, to the Impostor, but Galerunner is going to be present to the modern arc. He's Heathertail's little half-brother, in an odd way. Whitetail wasn't involved in raising Heathertail, but openly offered to Onestar that she would if he wanted.

So Heathertail's relationship to Galerunner is closer than her relationship with their mother, bringing them ALL together, and it's just really sweet. She tells him a lot of stories of Brushblaze (who was a really good friend of hers!) and eventually becomes his mentor.

Gale's a cheeky bastard, too. Very smug, self-assured. He thinks he's a cool guy but he just looks like a goober.

There's also Gorsetail, the mother of Thistleheart and Sedgewhisker. She has a lot going on but I haven't figured her out entirely yet.

First of all, she's Crowfeather's childhood best friend. They had a massive falling out over some dumb shit neither one of them even remembers, and drifted apart as young adults. If they ever remembered what it was, they would feel bitter that THIS is why they stopped talking-- but before a certain point, would just blame each other for not making the first move to reconnect.

She fell head over heels for Beechfur on the Great Journey, but he was waaay better at hiding his forbidden love than his sister Swallowtail. He saw it more as a fun fling. When she got pregnant in Po3, he ghosted her immediately. Gorsetail held out hope he was just busy for months-- even naming one kit "Marsh Thistle" as a secret reference to RiverClan.

In terms of personality, I know she was vaguely fun-loving as a kid and probably still has that goofy streak if you can get her to relax. There's probably a bit of a bitterness inside her, and she's not satisfied with her life. She never got to have a happy mateship, she lost one kid, not really powerful or significant. I think she gets more adventurous the older she gets, looking to make some sort of change in her life.

Her and Crowfeather reconnect, once they're older and a bit more self-aware. Passing each other a heatherhoney lozenge like it's a smoke break and commiserating in how wrinkly they are now.

WindClan's full of some interesting dudes now in my effort to distribute more personality outside of ThunderClan. Stoneclaw and her traumatic muteness, Willowclaw the ferocious and her love of kibble, Cranberrysplash the ex-street urchin whose old name was Spaghetti Bolognaise. Leaftail and his onesided rivalry with Hallowflight of RiverClan.

Shame they neglected WindClan so badly and there's so few warriors there with established personalities, but hey. Opportunity for me to build cool stuff.

#better bones au #BB!Windclan #BB!Galerunner #BB!Gorsetail

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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something something southern boy eddie being jealous of nancy and steve growing closer (even though there's nothing going on between them and it's all in eddie's head) and going to an open-mic night in country bar a couple of towns over to sing jolene.

that's it. that's all i got. i just want more eddie singing dolly parton songs and he'll be such a petty lil jealous bitch that jolene fits him perfectly. okay, hope you're having a lovely day friend!

oh my lord do NOT get me started on Dolly Parton loving steddie. I believe and will promote it!! Southern boy Eddie just feels right somehow, I love everything you said.

Now you are going to have to forgive me for all inaccuracies because I am not American but here's some thoughts.

Eddie thinking Steve and Nancy are getting closer, they've been spending more and more time together, heads bent close and talking in whispers. Every time he sees them it feels like a fist around his heart and windpipe a hot, uncomfortable thing that makes him want to turn on his heel but finds himself staring and hurting instead.

He deals with it the only way he knows how, through music and who better than miss Dolly? He spends nights in his room blaring out Jolene, and I will always love you. Sometimes he mixes it up, adds new artists in Willie Nelson with 'Always on my mind', patsy cline 'crazy' and whatever else he can torture himself with.

Wayne handles it as best he can before he's knocking on Eddie's door shouting to turn it down when the soundsytem starts to rattle the mugs on the shelf. He loves Eddie like a son but if he loses another mug to Tammy Wynette's laments he's going to start hiding his record collection from that boy.

Without an outlet for his heartbreak Eddie gets restless so one day after he sees Steve and Nancy whispering and smiling again he jumps in his van and drives, speakers turned up and when he stops he finds himself a couple of towns away outside a bar with some pretty interesting clientele that, while keeping a low profile, are clearly having a good time. He gets curious and Eddie has never been somebody to shy away from his own curiosity so he goes in and what he finds changes his life.

There is such an amazing mix of people, couples and non-couples and most of all, a complete lack of stares or judgement. He keeps looking around, a smile on his face grows when he sees the stage when the barman is at his elbow

'You here for the open mic night? You look the type anyway'

Eddie turns to face the man, certain that this is a place he is coming back to

'Not this time, but sign me up for the next one'

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It’s a few months down the line and Eddie is a regular, carved himself a spot on the stage in this evidently accepting and thriving gay bar.

He is gearing up to go out, ready to pour his heart out after seeing Steve pick Nancy up and spin her around, his whole mood souring and the overwhelming pain and sadness sitting low in his stomach. It had been manageable up until then, difficult sure, but manageable. So tonight is the night.

He walks up to the mic to familiar cheers and heckles; he always has such a varied set but never a bad word said about him. Eddie gets himself settled on the stool, acoustic guitar in hand and without giving himself a chance to look at the crowd he starts with the opening notes to Jolene and silence spreads across the audience. Eddie gives it everything, holding nothing back and the bar patrons join him in the chorus. He puts all his sadness into his performance, catharsis in its purest form. He aches and the audience aches with him, it finally feels good.

He looks up then and makes eye contact with the girl that has broken him. Nancy Wheeler stares at him across the bar, she stands in a gap in Eddie's eye line, somehow with nobody in front of her. Sad eyes seeing something in Eddie he never planned on sharing with her. He looks down immediately, not wanting to completely self-destruct in the middle of his set. But that's when he catches Nancy's hand, Nancy's occupied hand holding another hand. A distinctly non-masculine hand. He looks back up. Robin Buckley? Holding hands with Nancy Wheeler? Eddie has to park that thought, can’t let it into his mind when he has his set to finish but it finds a place to sit, to be addressed later, he's curious, not hopeful but definitely interested in this turn of events.

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He finishes his set to applause and takes an ostentatious bow, packs up his stuff and shuffles off to the bar, hoping to get a drink and think about what he saw. Eddie manages to get to the bar when Nancy intercepts him, Robin in tow. He should have known she wouldn't ignore him, not when Eddie has actually been in her house, made small talk during the summers when the school couldn't be used for Hellfire and Mike's house was the only available spot.

'Hi Eddie, I just wanted to say, WE both wanted to say, that was great. Really great. Right Robin?'

Robin swings forward, hand still attached to Nancy's and starts to talk, going over Eddie's playing, song choices and then the cover of Jolene. Both her and Nancy change their body language at that lean close, soften their eyes, seem to pick up on something Eddie was showing but not telling.

The thing is, Eddie knew about Robin, they'd had talks in the band room cupboard, tentative at the start but then more open as time went on. They had a trust between each other that neither took lightly. And because of that, Eddie felt protective of Robin, doesn't want to see her hurt when she has clearly opened herself up to somebody new.

Just then Robin shoots off, says something about the bathroom which leaves Eddie and Nancy together. Eddie doesn't really know what to do with himself, doesn't want to talk to the girl that is responsible for his heartache but also doesn't want to let the opportunity to protect his friend go. So he doesn't think, just throws himself in at the deep end and hopes for the best

'You know Ms Wheeler, never thought I'd see you in the kind of place. Taking a walk on the wild side before returning to your castle?' It's not nice but it’s not overly hostile, he hopes

'Yeah, well Robin wanted to come and I thought it might be fun. Let her show me the ropes a bit'

Eddie raises an eyebrow at this

'Wouldn't it be better to come here with your boyfriend? Does he even know you are here or you just here to get some kick from Buckley where nobody can see you? Go back to you 'normal' life in the morning?'

To her credit, Nancy doesn't get angry, raises her head to look Eddie directly in the eye and begins to speak but is interrupted by Robin making a reappearance next to Nancy and then, much to Eddie's horror, a voice comes from behind him

'Ah the love bird reunited at last, don't know how you survived without breathing the same air quite honestly'

'Oh, shut up dingus, I know for a fact that you are disgustingly co-dependent so don't even start'

And that's when Steve fucking Harrington comes up to Eddie's side, places an arm on his bicep and squeezes

'Hey man, you were amazing. That Dolly cover? Goosebumps dude! I'd love to hear more if you know any of her others?'

Steve is leaning in close to Eddie, he is smiling at Eddie, he has his hand ON Eddie's arm. Eddie...may have misinterpreted some things.

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It's another few months down the line and Eddie is about to step on stage at his familiar open mic night. He walks up on stage, electric guitar this time, plugs it in and tunes up, not giving the crowd any attention. Then, when he feels ready, his eyes are up and he finds the familiar pair in the crowd. Steve.

Turns out the time he and Nancy had been spending together was to plan romancing Robin and the spinning? That was when Nancy had finally secured a date. He feels silly for it now but hey, worked out in the end, right?

Eddie smiles wide, gets close to the mic so it’s almost muffled

'Stevie darlin', this ones for you'

And Eddie starts Dolly Parton's 'Baby I'm burning' as the audience gets up on their feet and Nancy pulls Robin and Steve onto the dance floor. It's loud and it's fun and Eddie doesn't stop grinning the whole time, smile evident in his voice as he sings and he sends his thanks out to Dolly.

#HELLO THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!#I hope this is okay!!!#I am very much not American so please forgive me #I wish I could weigh in more on southern eddie because I love that idea #I could have gone full fic length on this ngl but stopped myself because who needs that on an ask #anyway!! thank you!!! hope you’ve had a good Tuesday!!!#and thank you AGAIN!!#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #ps Eddie and Steve definitely do island in the stream at some point and the crowd goes wild #finally getting Steve on stage after Eddie’s constant reverse hecking #Robin and Nancy are front row and do the whole pretending to be groupies

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fallowtail · 1 year

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Thinking a lot about Hetty (everyone gasps in surprise!!!!!) and just. Spinning in circles about how awful she can be ugh ugh ugh I love her character so much.

She was this upperclass woman who died and now is stuck amongst the commoners, but instead of her learning through being shown their friendship and life stories and affection to view them as equal to her, despite them becoming her friends and her family and her clearly loving and caring about them, she never elevates them to being equal to her in status (excluding Isaac) and instead views herself as having stooped down to their level. Instead of realizing class is stupid, she still very much views herself as inherently above all of them because of her former status, she clings to that hierarchy, specifically because it puts her on top, it lets her keep her self inflated sense of power and control...she views herself as having been tossed down to the unwashed masses. And she has fun! She enjoys it! She loves them! But she still cannot bridge that gap in her mind and it is SO good and makes complete sense.

It’ll be interesting to see if any of this changes after last episode now that someone has finally and firmly told her “Hey. thinking about me (us) like that is not okay. You can't treat me like that and expect me to keep being in a whatever-this-is with you” because previously they've always just kind of rolled their eyes at her, but she’s finally been like...punished? Has had something taken away from her as a result of her being cruel in this way and this is really the only way Hetty is able to learn things- she has to be Directly Told “this is bad, and this is whym and I am mad at you, and you need to change your behavior and apologize to me.” or she cant work it out on her own, and even then she still misses half the point!! Ohhh hetty. It’s very possible that for her “she gets it but only slightly” trend to continue, she now only views TREVOR as being on the same level as her in terms of worthiness and has not understood “ALL of my friends are on the same level as me”. Sigh. Love this bitch. Its just so fun to see her laughing & dancing around & playing with & clinging to them all, and then she can turn around in the same instant and call them peasants and think shes the boss of everyone, and that they’re oh so lucky she graces them with her presence lol (hits her over the head)

The aspects of her character that make her awful are my favorite, like she’s fun to soften up, especially in fic, but her maintaining these realistic rich socialite personality traits & thought patterns & watching her slowly unlearn them through her friends help (GOD she is so lucky the other ghosts love her enough to take her by the hand) but she is DIGGING HER HEELS IN AND SCREAMING the entire time about it. Oh, Hetty.

#z #cbs ghosts #hetty woodstone #my blorbo my awful selfish mean darling #she is so cute #and terrible #sighs lovingly

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 11 months

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Don’t Let Go

Whump

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley

Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

I am californian and fire season is a genuine thing

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Usually there's four seasons. Fall, winter, spring, and summer. In California, there's five seasons. Fall, winter, spring, summer, and fire. Fire season comes every year without fail. It's a staple of life you get used to when you live in the sunshine state. However, with climate change, the fires get worse every year. And this year is the worst one in decades.

"118! Listen up!"

Bobby's voice rings through the fire house as silence falls. Everyone gathers around him.

"As you all know, this years fire season has been bad. Our station has been assigned to fight the fires on the southern ridges. This is going to be a five day assignment, but it could go longer. We're expected to arrive by eight AM tomorrow. I know this is short notice, and I apologize, but I just found out about this myself. After shift today, please make any arrangements you need to. If you require assistance or have questions, feel free to ask me. Thank you all."

There's murmuring from the crowd, but it dissipates as everyone scatters.

"I was hoping we wouldn't be dispatched for a bit longer," Eddie sighs.

"It comes every year like clock work. Do you know if Carla can watch Chris?"

"Honestly, Buck, I don't know. I'll call and ask."

"Karen said she could watch the kids after work. Chris can stay with Denny, it'll be like a super-long sleepover," Hen interjects. "So as long as Carla can watch Chris during the day, everything should be fine."

"Hen. Have I ever told you and Karen that you two are the greatest people on the planet?"

"Yes. But hearing it again never hurts."

Hen goes off to chat with Chim, who's calling Maddie. Eddie turns to Buck.

"I was going to invite you over for a movie night tonight, but you'll probably want to pack."

"I've got everything I need at your place. I can throw it in my travel bag. Plus, I promised Chris I would make Bobby's lasagna tonight."

Eddie has this soft smile on his face. It's one that's reserved solely for Chris and Buck. Hen calls it his 'love-sick smile'. And in all honesty, Eddie knows she's right. He's head over heels for Buck. Has been for years. It's as familiar to him as breathing. Maybe one day he'll tell Buck. But for right now, he doesn't want to risk losing Buck completely. He can't handle that. He just got him back after the lightning strike. He won't lose him again just because he can't keep his feelings in check.

The alarm goes off, spurring everyone into action. Eddie forces himself to clear his mind.

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Buck knows Eddie's kitchen like the back of his hand. Partially because he reorganized it while stressed, but more so because he cooks here more than he ever does in his own home. He spends more time at Eddie's house than he does his own house in general. He's become a staple in the Diaz household. And he'll forever be grateful that they want him here.

"Okay, the lasagna is almost ready. Chris, can you grab the water from the fridge?"

Chris does so, Dodging Eddie as he goes to grab the plates. The timer goes off and Buck grabs the food from the oven. He places it on the table, taking his seat next to Eddie.

"This smells amazing."

"Lucky for you, you're getting the first piece," Buck says as he serves Chris a slice.

They all dig in. They chat about their day. Chris updates them on the gossip from school. It's the domestic moments like these that Buck loves the most.

After dinner, Buck washes the dishes as Eddie dries them. Chris runs off to his room to get into PJs.

"We have to tell him we're being dispatched," Eddie whispers.

"I know."

"I hate leaving him."

"Me too."

He bumps his shoulder into Eddie's, a silent show of support. Eddie smiles at him. They stay like that as they wash the rest of the dishes. Eventually, Chris comes back in, now clad in dinosaur pajamas.

"Hey Chris, before we start the movie, we gotta talk about something really quick."

Chris shoots them a nervous look. Buck quickly assures him it's nothing bad. That seems to relax the boy a bit, but he's clearly still worried.

"You know the fires going on? Buck and I are being sent to go fight them. We'll be gone for a couple days. We have to leave tomorrow. Carla will watch you during the day like usual, and you'll stay with Karen and Denny."

"How long will you be gone?"

"We don't know. Probably about five days. I promise I'll take care of your dad, alright?"

"And I'll take care of Buck. We'll be back before you know it."

Chris nods.

"I'm not worried. As long as you two stay together, you'll both come home," he says confidently.

"Exactly. Now, what movie do you want to watch, mijo?"

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Buck spends the ride to basecamp doing crossword puzzles. Occasionally he'll ask Eddie for help with a question, but on the whole his collection of random knowledge makes the puzzles easy. Eddie passes the time scrolling on his phone. He has a bunch of articles that Buck sent him, so he works his way through those. They're about a variety of different subjects. Buck tends to go on research binges, and he'll send Eddie things he finds interesting. Eddie loves it.

When they arrive, Bobby orders everyone to disembark. The moment Eddie steps outside, he's hit by a wave of smoky air. The sky is a shade of orange. It's apocalyptic. Bobby leads them over to the main tent, where everything is being organized. A woman comes out to meet them. She's rather short, but she exudes intimidating energy. Her salt-and-pepper hair is tied back in a tight bun.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Captain Hestwen. I'm the one in charge here. In a minute, you'll be getting your assignments. Over to the left is the field hospital. That tent right there is the bunks, grab naps whenever you can. A full nights sleep won't happen. Food is at the green tent, and the tent next to that is where we're storing gear. If you need me, I'll be here. I'll be seeing you all later at the briefing."

She heads inside just as Bobby comes out. He starts listing off their different positions.

"Chim, Hen, you're on med. You're going with a team from the 159 to help with evacuations and injuries. Andrews, you're joining the 35. Jefferson, you're going to help with heli-rescue. Diaz, Buck, you two are going out with the 128 to help with search and rescue. I'm staying here to help Captain Hestwen. Keep your radios on. The wind could shift, so I want to make sure I can get in touch with you all if I need to. Stay safe, everyone."

With that, everyone heads to their designated positions. It takes Eddie and Buck a moment to locate the 128. They find the crew resting around a table. There's about four of them. A young man comes up to greet them.

"Buckley and Diaz? I'm Ryan. I'm heading up this crew. That's Teri, Hartley, and Muniz."

"Nice to meet you. Call me Buck."

They all shake hands before heading over to the table. There's a map laid out, marked by red pins.

"Okay. There's a campsite that was right along the fire line. Most of the campers got out, but there's still three missing. There's a teenage girl named Jocelyn who was doing a solo trip, and a young couple, Nick and Theo. The wind is shifting fast, so we need to move faster. There's no way to get a helicopter out in this smoke, so we're taking ATVs down. We need to cover a large distance, so we're going to take different areas. Muniz, you're with me, taking the North campsite. Teri and Hartley, you're taking the east. Buck and Diaz, you're taking the west corner. You'll all get a map. Keep in mind that the fire line will be constantly shifting, so the map may be inaccurate."

Ryan leads them to the ATVs. Buck opts to drive, since Eddie is better at reading maps. It's a skill he picked up in the army. After making sure they're all on the same radio channel, they go their separate ways. Eddie directs Buck along the side trails. The road is thin and rocky. The smoke gets thicker as they head closer to the fire line. Buck can feel it settling on his skin. He calls out all three names, praying that they hear a response.

"To the left! A tent!"

Buck pulls over when he hears Eddie yell. They get out to investigate. There's two sleeping bags, so it must be Nick and Theo's. There's not much of the tent left. It looks like the fire swept through, charring everything in it's path. Buck calls out their names, even though it's unlikely the two men are anywhere nearby. They likely would have run from the fire.

"Let's head further down the trail. My guess is that they ran when the fire came."

Eddie nods in agreement. They climb back in and start to drive again. They see the evidence of the fire all around them. They're getting closer to the fire itself. When Nick and Theo ran, they didn't know the fire line would shift with the wind. They had no idea they were running straight towards it.

"Theo! Nick!"

Eddie's voice is hoarse from the combination of yelling and smoke. Nevertheless, he yells out their names again.

"Down here! Help!"

Buck abruptly stops. They run out of the ATV, heading towards the voice. They end up on a steep ridge. Down below, the two men are sitting. One appears mostly okay, but the other has a badly cut leg. Eddie can see the white of bone from where he's standing.

"The ridge collapsed! We can't get out," one yells.

"Grab the med bag," Buck orders. When Eddie returns, Buck has already scrambled down the ridge. He's putting pressure on the man's wound with the gauze from his pocket. "Throw down a rope! You'll have to pull them up, okay?"

They don't have access to their usual gear. All they have is some rope and carabiners. Eddie ties one end of the rope around a large boulder. He gives it a tug to make sure it's secure. Then he tosses the other end over the ridge, watching to make sure it doesn't get snagged on anything. Buck quickly ties it into a rescue knot.

"Theo, you need to go up. Eddie is going to help you."

"I'm not leaving Nick!"

"I promise I'll take care of him."

"Go," Nick croaks.

Theo hesitates, but grabs onto the rope. Eddie instructs him to put the loops around his legs. Once Theo is secure, Eddie uses all his strength to pull him up. Even with his gloves, the rope bites into his hands. The moment Theo appears over the edge, Eddie pulls him fully to safety.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No. I mean yes, I have some cuts and a sprained wrist, but you need to take care of my boyfriend first, please-"

"Buck's got him. Go get in the ATV, we're going to get you both out of here."

The radio attached to Eddie's chest crackles to life. Bobby's voice comes over the line.

"All search and rescue teams, be advised that the wind is shifting. Fire is rapidly heading west."

Eddie swears. The fire is heading right for them. He can see it in the distance, getting closer with each passing second. They need to get out of here. He runs back to the edge of the ridge and throws the rope back down. Buck helps Nick up, carrying the majority of his weight. Buck has tied a tourniquet just above his wound. With a good bit of help, Nick gets secured to the rope. Buck gives Eddie a thumbs up.

It's when Eddie gets Nick to the top that the ridge collapses, taking the rock and rope with it. Eddie barely grabs Nick in time. Half the ridge falls, boulders tumbling down. He pulls Nick to safety before running over to check on Buck. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that Buck is stumbling to his feet.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Ankle might be broken though," Buck says. He's leaning heavily on his right side.

Eddie can see the fire getting closer. It'll reach them in only a couple of minutes. He has to get Buck up and out of here fast. Theo has already helped Nick into the ATV. Eddie searches the back for another rope, but there's none. Fuck. Eddie races back to the edge, wary of the fact that the ridge is unstable.

"You need to climb! Can you?"

"I don't think so. Eddie, you need to get Nick and Theo out of here. I'll find a different way up."

"I'm not leaving you."

"The fire is heading this way. You need to go!"

Eddie looks at Nick and Theo. Theo still has a small backpack on.

"Theo! Do you have any rope on you?"

He checks his bag, smiling when he pulls out a thin line. Eddie grabs it, testing its strength. It's enough. It has to be. He finds another hefty boulder and ties one end of the rope around it, making sure it's tightly knotted. He throws the other end down. He can feel the heat emanating from the fast-approaching flames. Buck knots the other end around himself. He looks warily at the flames, now eating through the trees only a few feet away.

Eddie begins to pull. His muscles scream at him, exhausted from all the work, but he ignores the pain. All that matters is getting Buck to safety.

The rope creaks.

It snaps.

Eddie lunges forward, grabbing Buck's hand just in time. The rope drops into the flames below. Eddie tries to pull Buck up, but he gets dragged towards the edge. The only thing holding him in place is the root his foot is lodged in, but that's about to give way too.

"Eddie, you have to let go, I'm going to pull you down with me," Buck begs.

"No," Eddie chokes out through gritted teeth. If he lets go Buck is going to fall. And if the fall doesn't kill him, the inferno waiting below will.

"Chris needs you."

"He needs you too!"

"Tell him I love him, okay? And- and there's notes for everyone. Just in case. They're in a box in my closet. Tell everyone I love them, alright?"

"Buck, please-" Eddie's cut off by his own strangled sob. The root gives way a little more.

"It's okay. I love you, Eddie."

With one last smile, Buck lets go. Eddie watches him fall.

CONTINUE READING ON AO3

#911 #911 fic #buddie

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providencepeakrp · 8 months

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CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Sara Yoon-Castillo.

Type of Connection: Ex-Husband.

Connection Name: Seong Jun Ho (but I'd be 100% okay with changing it).

Connection Age: 32-37.

Suggested FCs: Any Korean FC. Some suggestions are Park Seo Joon, Yoon Bak, Ji Chang Wook, Ahn Hyo Seop.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Sara traveled to South Korea after her 19th birthday to try and meet her birth mother. She worked several jobs before ending up working for your muse's company. Note: your muse would be either the youngest or middle son of a chaebol family, so they would be scaredy rich and in charge of a largely powerful business conglomerate. Sara worked for your muse's older brother, either as his assistant or his secretary, or simply, his errand girl.

So they officially met when she heard that her birth mother didn't want to meet her, and your muse noticed she was upset. They started talking, and the talks became dates, the dates became a relationship and before they knew it, they'd fallen head over heels for one another. The only problem was that his family, especially his mother, was 1000000000000000% against this relationship for various reasons (that I won't list here, but I can explain in more detail if necessary), so she made sure to make Sara's life a living hell, as attempts to break them up.

Still, against all odds, they got married, because they were young and in love and stupid lol

I can see Junho really advocating for her, and trying to make things work with his mother, so when he showed up with divorce papers for her, she was really shocked, and I can see her trying to change his mind, and fighting for their marriage, but eventually, Sara gave up trying. And that happened when she found out she was pregnant.

So basically, she made a deal of signing the divorce papers as long as he stayed away from her and their baby, and especially, kept his family away from their child, so yes, he knows he's a father.

My idea for this connection is civil co-parenting. Whether your muse still has feelings for her or not, is completely UTP. Although I don't think Sara still has feelings for her ex, I am also not opposed to them patching things up in the future in case there is chemistry. They have a very energetic five-year old named Hanbin (Bin/Binnie for short), who's very artistically inclined like his mom, and looks exactly like his dad lol. Bin is deaf on his right side and he is the absolute light of Sara's life, so it would be nice to see Junho getting to meet his kid and trying to catch up on all that he's missed in the last five years.

I also have some suggestions as to how he's managed to "get away" from his family, which can be discussed of course, but I'd rather let writers create their own muse as I know sometimes getting too limited by HCs and previous expectations can kill a muse pretty fast. BUT I do think that Junho's filed for the divorce in order to protect Sara from his mother's threats, which is why it was so out of the blue. Granted, none of this is set in stone, so it can obviously be discussed.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes, please!

#city rp #town rp #park seo joon #yoon bak #sara yoon castillo #takenconnection

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hopelesscalico · 1 year

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Summuruay and i might ask more in depth from there 👍

ok!! o7 my preface is that i am a big ttrpg player so quite a few of these stories are owed in part to my friends + my boyfriends!! but i have plenty of original projects too :)

first up: WHOREVILLE! whoreville is a ttrpg campaign dmed by my wonderful boyfriend @rin0a! it was poorly named as a joke a little over three years ago when we started playing it and now we are all (unfortunately) much too attached to the name to try and change it. whoreville is set in a modern fantasy setting, where elves and magic and other similarly fantastical things exist alongside iphones. we follow a party of 5 characters (zoey, aurelia, twig, celeste, and minseo) as they are tormented by tempus, the god of both war and being extremely gay-coded! the party is basically played with like little dolls, being forced into problem after problem because tempus loves to make a certain dryad man (and company) suffer for his own amusement. they spend most of their time solving various other peoples problems as well as uncovering their own pasts bc their secrets are often exposed against their will. (the party is full of little mentally ill little liars) the question continues to arise: WHY US???? AHHH!!!

my most important character in whoreville (and also of all time) is AURELIA CERVANTES!!!! she’s a 19 year old half-elf girl who is as dumb as she is kind! she loves to talk, loves meeting new people, and is intensely emotional at all times. her very favorite things are her friends, dogs, fashion and romance! she is extremely silly, bisexual, and full of LIES!!! while aurelia initially appears to be a fairly well-adjusted girl, her happy-go-lucky demeanor masks an extremely turbulent past (and present!) of struggling with incredibly severe mental illness. she has a methodical system in place to make herself seem as “normal” as possible at all times. she is also in head over heels love with her fellow party member and best friend zoey (the aforementioned dryad man) but he has yet to catch her drift being that he is so dense you could probably smash a brick on his head and he wouldn’t notice.

i am also in possession of a retired pc named EDEN LIETO! eden is a 25 year old faun woman who is extremely and unequivocally lame and could be accurately described as Constantly having a stick up her ass. she’s extremely quick to anger, and she’s incredibly blunt at best and outright mean at worst. buuuut… internally, eden is a very kind lady who has had to harden up throughout the course of a very difficult life. she has devoted her life to the selfless goal of helping as many children in need as she possibly can. she just… struggles a lot with feelings. she is not currently in play in whoreville being that her character arc is pretty much over and she has moved back in to live with her family in her hometown (after leaving home as a teenager) but! she does still exist.

secondly: SENTENCE REPOSE! sentence repose is a… i guess you could say part collaborative writing project part roleplay part?? ttrpg campaign, sort of, hypothetically? again, the world was thought up by my boyfriend rinoa! the plot follows lil homie gay ass (a campy little 13 year old named isaac) and his quest to get vengeance on the corrupt government responsible for the deaths of them and their entire town (after being brought back to life by the son of the man who killed him). isaac doesn’t work completely alone, though! he travels with a group of people from various backgrounds, initially recruited by isaac as temporary assistance but the 8 of them end up working together as a longer term arrangement. the story follows each of them over the span of many years as they slowly work to tackle the monolith that is SENTENCE MOTION…. (the miserable government/corporation/monarchy hybrid that runs their country)

JOAN GAYE-WAZOWSKI is one of 2 characters i own who travel the party! she’s a 16-year old elf girl who was turned into a robot by isaac’s estranged father in order to optimize her own quest for vengeance. she is seeking to avenge the deaths of her long-deceased parents, who she believes to have been murdered by the government. (they weren’t.) she prides herself on her bizarre nature, deliberately utilizing words that haven’t been used since 1930 mid-conversation to disarm anyone foolish enough to converse with her. basically, she talks like she’s playing 4d chess. her hobbies include making dangerous chemical concoctions with no safety gear, publishing shitty yaoi-artstyle art on deviantart, and being annoying on purpose.

LUCIEN SHIROSAWA is my other main sentence repose character! he’s an incredibly gentle and kind 14 year old human boy who loves babies, dad rock, and bad y/a romance. lucien is a boy on a quest to prove their worth as an adventurer, after being largely ignored by their neglectful parents their entire life. (parents who just so happen to be employed by the very corrupt government the party is seeking to dismantle! would you look at that!) largely, lucien is much too nice for his own good, and struggles with extreme gender dysphoria as well seeing his disabled body as valuable.

next would be my own ttrpg campaign, SIGNPOST! iiiiiim the dm of signpost! it’s about working together to stop the end of the world, friendship-is-magic bullshit, and a whole lot of dyke drama. there are 8 main characters in signpost, 5 of those being npcs belonging to me and 3 of them belonging to various friends of mine.

my first npc is C1C4D4 VON CARINON!! c1c4d4 is a 26 year old wild elf + tgirl computer scientist who works heavily in robotics and is an aspiring SUPERVILLAIN!!!! NYAHAHAHAHA!!!! c1c4d4 is a weirdgirl, first and foremost. she is a self described “evil genius” who loves to make fun of people and get up to mischief for her own amusement. she’s mean, she’s a loser, and she thinks she’s much, much, cooler than she is. but it’s ok!! she’s funny about it!! >:3c

c1c4d4 works alongside famed assassin LILY VON CARINON. lily is an uptight 28 year old human woman who is in incredible homodenial and has been for a period of many years. she’s unbelievably cagey about her life, emotions, and interests, and she dedicates nearly all of her free time to doing work. she is obsessed with coming off as cool, calm, collected, and incapable of having human feelings. her and her coworker/roommate/best friend c1c4d4, though, are unbelievably in love with each other. both of them are so out of touch with their emotions, though, that they basically just live the lifestyle of a married couple without being formally in a relationship. (notice they have the same last name? yeah.)

JIMMY OF THE SEAS is a 38 year old demigod of the ocean! he is the epitome of a claire’s girl except grown up and gone transgender. he’s loud, eccentric, talkative, and constantly frantically jumping from task to conversation to task again. he has a bit of difficulty keeping on track, and usually just tends to go with the flow and listen to his impulses. ae’s the son of the ocean goddess, maraniah, who is… not the most thoughtful of parents. ae has spent a lot of aer life dealing with the societal pressure of being related to a major deity. not fun!

JUSTIN TOLINOV is earths most miserable guy!! :( he is a 37 year old human man who is unbelievably catatonically depressed. because of this, he tends to be just a little bit… boring. he’s a sweet guy, though! he’s incredibly overworked and constantly stressed due to his inability to say no to other people in any circumstance. his hobbies include crying when his friends argue, prematurely wrinkling, and doing exactly what everyone else wants him to do all the time.

and finally there is DANELA!!!! danela is the silliest pinkest tiefling girl of all time who the party found wandering alone in the woods with total amnesia. she doesn’t remember anything but her own first name! (including how old she is.) she is upbeat, naive, and is slowly relearning everything about the world one step at a time. it’s hard to stay mad at her, considering that she kind of acts like an overgrown child. she likes to bite people and try putting new things into her mouth (whether that be pop-tarts or human blood) she loves baking (even if she is terrible at it) and her friends! yippee!!!!!!!

MICHISINO is a ttrpg campaign dmed by my friend @crashed-on-mars !! it’s set on our normal planet earth, but with the bonus addition of monsters! monsters are largely discriminated against by humankind and are forced to try and exist under the radar of humans. our main adventuring party is made up of 4 different monsters + 1 human girl. mostly, the party is trying very hard to live their little domestic family lifestyle and being interrupted by The Horrors 😱

MYLEEN “MJ” KALASHNIK is a 26 year old ukrainian woman! she was born human but was cursed as a teenager and is now a freaky three-winged three-horned creature lady! she struggles socially and tends to be kind of awkward and emotionally distant because of it. but she’s just a silly really. she just has severe mental issues. she used to have an insatiable need to eat human brains but don’t worry she got better. 😁 also she is fully and genuinely obsessed with her…. Platonic Coparent miriam aka blackjack who belongs to bobby grasslandbutch. she has severe autistic girl swagger. and also female absent father swagger. hobbies include playing the google snake game and killing herself

TETYANA “ANA” KALASHNIK is mj’s 12 year old younger sister/child that she adopted! ana is obsessed with mj and thinks she is the coolest person ever to be born. mj is her number one role model of all time, which mj hates deeply because she insists she is not a good person to look up to (and. she’s right) ana is just generally super chipper and friendly and goofy and she loves soccer and sonic the hedgehog. she has the need to like Prove Herself which is not really going well being that she is 12

OK PSA. IM GOING TO TRY AND MAKE THE REST OF THESE SHORTER BECAUSE IM REALIZING HOW LONG THESE ARE

i have a couple of other miscellaneous player characters including LIZZIE WELLS a semiverbal and deeply stoic swordfighter girl who loves reddit and nature documentaries EHNOS VALJAS a 12 year old chosen one with a lot of rage boiling inside them who is on a quest to save the world and ALPHIE SOUP a nasty little werecat girlboy who loves making bad music and being a shithead

i have a hypothetical video game bouncing around my head called DERANGED, OUR SAVIOR that follows a self-aware protagonist named MENCHIE DESDEPOT who loves when they’re right and everyone else is wrong. since they know they are the protagonist they are usually very very very annoying about it. they travel alongside ALLEY OOPS, their best friend and freakish jestergirl extraordinaire, as well as ANZAVEL ECKRY, a magical fantastical little creature who is deeply kind but dumb as a rock.

the next 2 projects are currently unnamed! the first is a short story i want to write someday that takes place in a kind of campy goofy sci-fi setting years in the distant future after time and space fucked up real bad and earth kind of gets merged w/ this other planet. the mainest characters are GOOSE LUNDQVIST and ANDY PRASERITSANG a pair of middle school weirdgirls who do lesbians together. goose is incredibly curious and loud and eclectic and quirkygirl and andy is quiet (only because he finds most other people insufferable) and kind of standoffish. but also CILREA (whose full name i won’t even bother typing out because it’s so long) is there and she’s an alien girl who is kind of a well-meaning little know it all . and CUPID!!!! who is an ai robot who stumbles upon godlike capabilities on accident but she stays silly. she loves old technology and glitter and big bows.

this other project i am working on is like a medievalish fantasy type setting? it takes place on a big continent called the starlet that is mostly populated by HUMANS but is also lived in by ANGELS and DEVILS and sometimes also WEREWOLVES and VAMPIRES and such. my goal with this one was to create a world big enough that i could tell multiple stories completely unrelatedly in the same setting! since there are multiple stories being told there are kind of a lot of players in the ring so let me rapid fire. IRE is a 247 year old undead man who got killed and brought back to life wrong but then got killed again and brought back to life normal so now he’s kind of chilling. MERRYMAKING JOY is ire’s dead angel (literal!) wife and the love of his life 4ever and ever. she haunts the narrative or whatever. also there’s SPROUT BELLWHISTLE ire’s silly little girl friend/semidaughter. and also TAXI VISCERA a 16 year old who wants ire to blow up and die so bad because ire like wronged his family a longass time ago and also LARK MALARKEY (neurotic) and KATZIN DOGS (insane) some old friends of ire’s. AND THEN, UNRELATEDLY! there’s DUSTY WHIMSY an ex-princess turned paladin of the wastelands on an honorable quest to defend the peace. a certain guy named THE WORLD ENDER or twe for short is her dedicated rival and a political revolutionary seeking to incite chaos on a massive scale. there is also dusty’s girlslay sister SUNNY WHIMSY who is next in line 4 the crown and her loyal knight/bff of many years DOVE RADIANCE!

^_^ ok i have a couple other minor projects too but those are the big ones !!

#ok. i am SO FUCKING SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #ToT #i am sooooooo incapable of summarizing things shortly and i have soooo many projects #if u read all of these u r literally my favorite person ever #nonsense.txt #my little mailbox #thanks again for the ask this was so fun to write :3 #and if you want to see any of them in particular i have copious art of all of them #i just didnt attach images 4 the sake of keeping this behemoth as short as possible #cjocs

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woosansang · 2 years

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henlo my beloveds!! i cannot believe that an entire year has passed in which not a single day goes by where i dont think about, listen to, watch, or fawn over (or all of the above) the most amazing group of young artists that i’ve ever had the pleasure of loving.

below the cut you will find some unnecessary emotional babbling about my short but amazing time as an atiny and some words of love to some of the people on this website who have contributed to that happiness. (fair warning: it is really fucking long i am so sorry and i do not expect many people to read it. tags and messages are at the bottom if that’s what you’re here for)

a week or so from today marks my first anniversary of being part of atinyblr, but it was on the fateful day of saturday july 17th 2021 that i watched my very first piece of ateez content and fell head over heels for fireworks!yeosang.

over 6000 tumblr posts later (what can i say? when ya boy obsesses, she oBsESsEs alright), and here we are. tumblr user woosansang who had previously not changed their url for SIX YEARS breaks tradition for Some Guys. smh @ myself at how whipped i am. @/bowtiescarves, you had a good run.

while yeosang captured my attention literally instantly, some of you know how utterly in denial i was about my san bias, which manifested itself within mere days of discovering them, yet it took me over six months to acknowledge how much he affected me. seonghwa joined the bias line second, officially, but then he got kicked out after deja vu because apparently i can’t take him seriously when he’s got pink hair or something idk. anyway, for all of one week i was posting about yeosang, san and seonghwa. and then i discovered inception era wooyoung and my life was basically over then. like. fucking goodbye jazzy lol LOL.

i remember listening to compilations of jongho singing for hours. i remember being so upset that they came to australia back in 2019 before i really even knew what kpop was at all and feeling like i’d missed my chance (cut to me now, kind of considering a wholeass holiday to korea for the sole purpose of seeing them live). i remember watching every. single. thanxx stage. GOD. those first few weeks were wild.

then i made my first ateez gifs. of seonghwa of all people. and since then, i have made more gifs and gifsets in the past year than the previous seven or eight years of being a casual content creator combined. (like i said, i’m insanely obsessed but wcyd)

outside of tumblr, i am a dancer, and after only knowing of ateez for a few weeks, my sister (who introduced me to them) and i decided that we were going to cut together a mashup song and learn a bunch of their choreographies to perform at our dance school’s annual concert in 2021. lockdowns and restrictions meant that we ended up learning and teaching this dance to our friend almost entirely online, and if i’m being completely honest here, our ateez dance was one of the only things that kept me happy during all the time spent stuck at home. like. combine dance and my current hyperfixation and you get one happy jazzy. we weren’t perfect by any means, but i was so so proud of our little trio for what we managed to accomplish (i think most of you have already seen my dance but if you want, you can dm me and i’ll send you the link if you want to watch!). our dance was ridiculously well recieved by the audience and i cannot remember ever being happier on stage then when i was performing to ateez’s music. it’s wild how serotonin works hey.

the past year of my life has been hectic, especially this last six months with my new job, and ateez has been the main thing that’s kept me going strong this whole time. they make me so happy, and the friends i have made through them make me so happy as well <3 i am so grateful that i found them and fell in love with them when i did <3

if you read all of that.... wow im so sorry i dont know how to be concise to save my life bsdhfbsd

now because i am me and i am physically incapable of keeping things short and sweet, there are just a few people that i want to say some stuff to that i’m sure they already know but i’m a sap so i’m gonna say it again. behold:

@hwanswerland fio bro idk what to say here tbh you know we are both too awkward and stupid for saying nice things to each other but i guess i have to bc i like you or something </3 fr though you know i do love talking to you, i love sending you stupid shit and bad hwa screenshots and random photos i find on twitter that either i’ve cried over or i know you will cry over. i love how we revel in each other losing our minds over some guys. and i also love how easy it has always been to be real with you, how well we clicked when we first started talking and how much i love waking up to random text essays from you overnight. thank you for listening to my bullshit and giving me your own right back. thank you for understanding my dislike of exclamation marks. thank you for being someone who actually likes to communicate about things if we ever take issue with something or just need clarification because we’re being stupid about some feelings or whatever. thank you for being you. i dont remember how we even became friends but i’m incredibly thankful that it happened. i guess. idk. you’re boring and i hate you. that’s more like it <333333

@sanhwaiting megan <3 beloved <3 bubble tea buddy <3 evil demon friend <3 we havent talked as much lately since we are such busy bees but i love you all the same! thank you especially for being such a kind and welcoming presense in atinyblr when i first stuck my toes into this fandom, for helping me with random cc stuff, for being such a sweet and constant presence in my notifs, for sending me so much stuff that i had to create tags just to keep track of my own suffering </3 i miss our little chats and i hope we can get back to them soon <333 ilysm <3

@hwanwooyoung chey my dearest, i hope you are having an amazing day today because you deserve the world <3 i self proclaimed myself as your emotional support mutual and while i don’t always manage to hold up that promise, i hope you know that i’m subconsiously sending you love and support every day! you’re such a beautiful person and i just want the universe to see that and give you everything you want in life <3 ilysm beloved, thank you for always being there for me <3 <3 <3

@ocean-dreamer-sky-chaser elise beloved!! i love you so much my love <3 im so glad we accidentally became friends lmao i love that i can leave rants in your dms whenever i need to and that we both feel comfortable enough to have deep and meaningful conversations and help each other out, or simply support each other and know we have each others’ backs. and also then i can come screaming about being on my knees for woosan just to have you go “same *faints*” HDSFJHSDK also love that we are both into fic lol it’s nice to have someone helplessly flailing with me about it <3333

@applejongho anne i think you’re just about the coolest person i know. even though we’ve only started talking properly quite recently, you’ve always been an awesome precense in atinyblr and i absolutely love how easy it is to chat to you about the most random shit. also MATH BUDDY LETS GO NERDS <33

@hanjesungs jay, although not really that deep in atinyblr anymore, you remain an awesome friend with knowledge on the most obscure things that i come to you to talk about, whether that be some random ass stage jisung did a year ago or how to build a computer from scratch, you always seem to know exactly what i need lmfao. thank you for teaching me about skz!! you and a few others truly opened my eyes to how fucking awesome they are. we should do another watch sesh soon <3 thank you for also always being there at whatever random hour i start vagueposting on tumblr, you show up in my messages with your love and support and distractions and i love you for it. you really need to get to bed at a reasonable time one of these days though HJDFSJDHF LOVE YOU <3

@blueberrysan shay!!! i love you so much <333 tbh, you are the heart of my life as an atiny, no doubt. you are the sweetest most precious angel and i wish we talked more but we’re both so stupidly shy it’s almost annoying sdjfsd thank you for also introducing me to svt and mr yoon jeonghan! i can’t thank you enough for all of the sweet messages and asks you’ve sent me, the little gifts here and there that i treasure. you’re so fucking lovely shay and i am so glad i am priviliged enough to know you <3 <3 <3

@hyunfelix dani im so glad we found each other again after being mutuals via stranger things without even talking to each other and then somehow being into some of the same kpop groups like a year or two later??? crazy how that happened. we need to come up with some kind of phonecall schedule lmao because we’re always missing each other being online but i love talking to you so much, it’s kind of like talking to myself but with an american accent BHSABD ilysm <3 text me again sometime pls <3333

a smol and special mention to sofie @seonghw-a and simi @yuggietual for the yeotent that i first found when searching for ateez content on tumblr lol, you guys were probably the first ccs i followed on here so you’re my og atinyblr crushes i guess sbdfjhf thanks for all your service to the yeo stans of this world <3

also a smol and special mention goes to the amazing work done by romi @songmingki providing atinys everywhere with content that we would not otherwise be able to access. i thank you internally every time i watch, save, gif, or simply drool over something you’ve uploaded. thank you so much <3

some other beloveds who i haven’t really spoken to much but deserve an honourable mention for making atiny and atinyblr incredible are @97choi @abiaswreck @ateezbiased @bvlnoriyas @dejawoos @jeongyunho99 @mangomingki @ortali @sanshine @seonghwaminho @soppa @lee--felix @woojoongz @wouyoung @xuseokgyu (i am so so sorry if i forgot anyone, it’s late and my brain is fried today)

last but not least, any non-mutuals who happen to be reading this, hi hello thanks for following my insane journey through stanning these silly, talented, gorgeous boys. i hope to stay here for a long time <3

thanks for coming to my ted talk. keep stanning ateez everyone <3

#jazzy's first atinyversary #dont rb #jfc this is a long ass post i am so sorry #but im just so so so so so so so sososo so so oooosoo happy to be here on this platform with these amazing people #i am so happy i found ateez #and i just want to scream about them all the time and you guys let me do that and just nod and pat me on the head like Ok Jazzy.#except fio. u bully the shit out of me </3 #anyway HDFSDJKF if u read the whole thing lmk cause im certain it's way too long to be interesting to anyone lmfaooo #pls dont rb though!! replies are appreciated <3

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katierosedreams2 · 2 years

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I WANT MY BF TO BE MY GAY BFF 3

I can’t believe I have been manipulated like this! I can’t believe I’ve become so submissive and weak that I’m not even mad at Amanda for what she’s done to me. That she’s tricked me into being locked in a micro chastity. That she has kept me locked for three weeks, building with arousal and humiliation, working on molding me to be more submissive.

She managed to turn me from a small, skinny, femininely shaped boy, to a cock-sucking sissy slut faggot in only three weeks. I am to now live full time as a girl, to remain locked and denied from orgasm forever. I am a girly sissy faggot and I am to worship my girlfriend, who is now my mistress, and her gay best friend, who is now my key-holding master.

I feel so humiliated, embarrassed, and horny that I didn’t even get mad, fight, or question my situation. I woke up the next morning, still dressed in my sexy little vinyl dress and my tall silver stripper heels. I looked in the mirror, my make-up a little smuged and ruined, but still sexy. I looked exactly like a slut after a wild night of cocks and cum. I guess that’s exactly what I am and what I had.

My tiny little dick is so small, not even touching the tip of its cage. It’s literally less than one inch right now. My cock butt plug feels so incredible in my ass. I found myself getting incredibly horny thinking about what happened last night. I have no idea why. As much as I don’t want this to happen, something equally as strong is craving and loving what’s going on. As if this truly is what I want for the rest of my life. My micro baby dick leaking pre-cum at the thought. I feel compelled to thank Amanda for picking me to completely control and force to be a locked, denied, owned, sissy, cock worshipping, cum craving slut.

I just replied my lipstick and lip gloss to look a little sexier, straightened up my hair, and started to make coffee for Amanda. As I walked into the bedroom to serve her, she was awake, and happy to see me still dressed like a slut. I’m not aloud to change without her permission. I walked over to her, and placed the coffee on the bedside table. She reached up and put her hand on my cheek. She looked at my lip gloss. “Your dick sucking lips look so pretty with lipgloss on. You were such a good girl last night. I’m glad to see you accept that this is your life now.” She sat up on the side of the bed, her legs apart as they hung off the side of the bed.

She also hadn’t changed since last night. Her sexy pussy on full display, her breasts about to pop out from behind her dress.

“Get on your knees” she continued, and I did as I was told without a second of hesitation. I was so horny on my knees between her legs. “You like my pussy slut?” She spoke so seductively as she rubbed her clit. I only nodded my head in agreement. “I want you to beg me to never get to feel it again. For your locked up little micro baby dick to never feel pussy ever again. That you don’t deserve to fuck me ever again.”

I was so aroused by what she was saying for some reason. I didn’t want this, I DID want to fuck her again. But I just couldn’t seem to say no to her. I never can. She was getting so so turned on by this and it was hypnotizing me. I was so humiliated, embarrassed, and heartbroken, but I spoke as clearly and as femininely as I could “Please Amanda, please don’t ever let me feel your pussy again. Please don’t ever let my little baby girly dick ever get the chance to fuck you again. Please, I don’t deserve to know what a pussy feels like ever again.”

She was getting closer to cumming, her arousal building as we spoke. “Beg for my forgiveness for being a failure as a man and as my boyfriend. That you never satisfied me with that pathetic little tiny dick. That I only deserve to be fucked by real men with real dicks. That you want my pussy filled with massive cocks that will only remind me of how tiny and worthless yours is.”

Hearing what she was saying was breaking my heart. I know this is how she really feels. And that is what she really wants. As I sat on my knees in my pretty dress and heels, with my makeup done like a slut, and the taste of cum still lingering in my mouth from last night, I realized my life with her would never be the same. That it will be ruined forever.

The reality of what I was saying hit me with overwhelming force, holding back tears, and a tremble in my small weak girly voice, as I spoke. “Please forgive me Amanda, I am a failure as a man and I have failed you as a boyfriend. I was never able to satisfy you with my worthless little dick. I am too small to ever make a perfect goddess like you feel satisfied with my girly soft micro dick. You only deserve to be fucked by real men, with big massive cocks. That can fill your pussy with cum and bring you pleaser I never could. Please, I want you to have big strong men with huge cocks fuck your perfect pussy. That reminds you of how small and pathetic mine is. Please fuck lots of big cocks and never fuck my micro dick ever again.”

This brought her over the edge and she screamed out as she came. Still horny, she continued to finger herself as she spoke. “Beg for my acceptance of your new place in our relationship as my locked, cock craving, sissy girlfriend. Beg me to be a cocksucker for life. Tell me that’s all you deserve is to worship alpha men’s big cocks and get filled and covered with their cum while yours stays locked away forever. That you need to be a gay sissy faggot. That you want to resemble a girl in every way at all times. That you always want to be feminine and sexy to attract a big hard superior cock and be covered by its cum!”

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard what she was saying. Last night was the beginning of the rest of my life. She could see the devastation and humiliation this was bringing me, and she craved every second of it. She finally wanted to break me. She knew I was so obedient to her, that I would say it even if I didn't want it to be true. The anticipation and climax in her eyes built as I spoke, sounded exactly like a girl. “Please Amanda, please please don’t leave me, please accept my new roll in our relationship. (Tears flowing stronger as I realized what I am asking.) please let me be your locked, cock craving, sissy slut, submissive girlfriend. please allow me to be a cocksucker for life, it’s all that i deserve, to worship Alpha Men’s Big Hard Cocks and get Filled and Covered in Real Men’s Cum. while mine stays locked away, never able to cum again. (Light sobbing) please Amanda, i need to be your gay sissy faggot. i want to be indistinguishable from a real girl at all times of my life. please can I always be as feminine and as sexy as possible to attract Big Hard Superior Alpha Cock and get Covered by its Cum.”

This made her cum so hard, and then she came again, and again. And I just knelt there, hanging my head, trying to hide the shame and humiliation of what was happening to me.

Because of her, I've been locked in micro chastity and I haven't cum in weeks. She just tricked me into dressing like a girl and sucking my first cock, all while she sucked a guy's dick and got fucked by another! She's had so many orgasimis since I've been locked up. Now my girlfriend was cumming over and over to me begging her to be a locked up and denied, cock sucking, dick fucking, cum craving sissy slut for the rest of my life while other guys get to fuck her pussy whenever they want, something I’ll never get to do again.

Finally, when she stopped to catch her breath from having so many orgasms. She said, “Yes, I will keep you locked and never let you in my pussy ever again. I will forgive you for being a failer as my boyfriend and as a man. I will fuck so many real men with big hard cocks to make make up for how unsatisfied your pathetic little dick made me feel. I will let them fill me with their cum as they feel the pleaser of my pussy, and never let you. I will accept your new roll. I will do all that I can to convince Ryan to keep you locked forever and I will accept you as my gay sissy slut cock craving faggot girlfriend. I agree that you only deserve to please big alpha cock and cum. And I will make sure that you remain as girly, feminine, and sexy as possible at all times to attract real men with big dicks so they can use your weak girly slutty faggot body for their pleaser while you reserve no pleaser. I’m willing to do all of that under two conditions. You must honor all that you have asked for in every way. You must also never be able to touch or lick my pussy unless you have first pleased a real man's cock. You’ve begged to be a cock slave, it must take priority over me. You must make a cock cum before you can make me cum. Do you agree to this arrangement? If not, I will leave you right now, and spend the rest of my life telling any woman you might ever be interested in about all that has happened. I will also convince Ryan to throw the key to that tiny inescapable micro chastity into the ocean.”

I knew I had no choice. I also know I am so broken, submissive, and obedient that I would agree even without her threats. I know it’s just another display of her superiority over me. “Yes, I agree.” I could hardly get the words out, my soft feminine voice consumed with defeat. I looked up and could see the victory and arousal in her eyes. I had just agreed to this life forever.

“Good!” She spoke seductively, the horniness and joy in her voice incredibly clear. “Then why don’t you be a good girl and go shower and then make me breakfast. Then we will start getting ready for our dates tonight!”

As I got up and walked to the bathroom, I reflected on my situation. What had just happened, and what is my life now going to look like? Oh my god I’m going to be a gay sissy faggot! Forced to spend the rest of my life looking like a girl, pleasing cock while mine is locked away forever and Amanda gets to fuck whoever she wants. And what did she mean, “our” dates?

After my shower, it was a relaxing, almost normal morning. Well, at least as normal as the mornings have been since she locked my cock away. The big difference was I was in full lingerie and heels, and a long sheer robe. Amanda was in the same, but that’s often how she lounges around. Our conversation was pretty normal, everything was almost as if last night and this morning didn’t even happen. She was still acting just as she had before. But the feeling that something had changed never left. She had me watch makeup tutorials, and we talked about fashion, nails, hair, gossip. I realized that our conversations have always been girly.

A few hours passed of us just lounging around the outside patio. Anyone who passed by and happened to look up would only see two sexy sluts in lingerie, chatting and hanging out. I was embarrassed but also a little excited about this. The thought of some guy getting horny looking at us was kind of turning me on! Amanda finally instructed that it’s time to get ready for tonight.

She said the first step is to pick out the outfit. She already has how I’ll do my makeup in mind, but I should start thinking about those things. As we approached her huge walk in closet, she froze in her tracks. “Go get a few trash bags.” She demanded. I wasn’t sure why, but I did as I was told. When I came back, all of my boy clothes were on the floor in a pile.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused and scared about what was going on. “Do you not remember this morning, when you got down on your knees and begged me to accept that you are a gay girly sissy cock slut! That I’ll make sure you are ALWAYS feminine and sexy to turn on men so they would shove their big hard cocks in your sexy little slut mouth!? Don’t tell me you LIED to me!” She spoke with a building of anger and rage. It was frightening.

“no Amanda, i didn’t lie to you. that’s what i begged for. i’m sorry for the confusion. i just wasn’t sure what was going on.” I said sacred and weak. Trying to please her by sounding as much as a girl as I possibly could.

“Good! That’s what I thought. Well, I realized that my now ex-boyfriend's clothes were taking up room in the closet for my new girlfriend. So I was simply going to get rid of them all. I’ll put them in the bags as you pick out what outfit your going to wear tonight. I want it to be both classy and slutty. I want it to be something that will make Ryan’s cock rock hard but will also fit in for the nice party he is taking you too. Do not disappoint me slut, or you will regret it.” Her firm tone let me know she was serious. Then she immediately got to work putting all of what’s left of my old life into trash bags.

I’ve walked into that closet many times, but somehow it felt like it was for the first time. I wasn’t picking out a sexy outfit for Amanda to wear, I was picking out one for me to wear. Because I’m so small, all of her clothes fit me, so I could choose anything.

I took my time looking through her clothes. I found a sexy black vinyl long sleeve dress that she wore to a nicer party we went to a few months ago. As I held it up I reflected on that night. She looked incredibly sexy! I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And later that night she gave me a blow job and let me fuck her from behind while she wore it. I came on the back of her dress. It was so sexy.

Of course, now that memory seems different. Now I look back and realize when she sucked my dick, something she rarely did, just how little she had to move her head because of how small I am. She used to get me so close to cumming before she would ever let me in her pussy. I could never last very long as a result, and she has never let me cum inside her, not even once. Since she's my first serious girlfriend, I have no idea what that even feels like! And come to think of it, her pussy was so wet and creamy that night, I used to think that it was because of me, that I turned her on. But now I know my tiny little micro cock has never satisfied her. I also remember so many guys kept hitting on her, and she never tried to stop them, she even flirted back. She was also missing for 30 minutes or so, and when she came back she did seem a little different. Oh my god, DID SHE CHEAT ON ME? Did I fuck her after some other guy did? Did he get to cum inside her? What that his cum lubing my baby dick when I was in her for only a few seconds?!

“That’s a great choice, sissy! I have gotten some really big dick in that dress! Ryan’s going to love it!” She said with excitement!

“I thought you bought this dress after we started dating? Did you fuck some guy that night you wore that?” I asked, feeling humiliated and heart broken.

“Oh, you mean when I wore that with you to that party a few months ago? No I didn’t fuck some guy, I fucked two guys with huge cocks! And then I let your tiny little nub rub inside with their real man cum, and then forced you to cum outside of me. I never gave you that privilege. You don’t deserve it. I fucked other guys in it too! I’ve worn it a few times since then! Every “girls” night I go to, I get laid. That’s the point of them! Why else would I be dressed like a cum slut and go to clubs? You can’t be surprised! Think back to how many times I came home late and if we made out or you licked my pussy, that i tasted like cum. Or I’d led your tiny dick in me and it would feel all creamy from some guys huge load! Hell you've even caught me with cum on my chin, tits, ass, and pussy, every time accepting some stupid reason for what it was! Are you really upset to hear that your girlfriend was able to get satisfied even though you could never satisfy her? Don’t be stupid sissy, you should thank me for not leaving you, for staying with you and letting you be a part of my fantasies. So be a good girl, and thank me.” She was cold and stern, but somehow loving and warm as she spoke. It completely devastated me, as well as removed all the resentment I had towards her.

“I’m sorry Amanda for reacting that way. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for making me a part of your life and picking me to be a part of your fantasies. I am so grateful.” I spoke with my head hung low. Her response seemed so loving and sweet. “That’s ok sweetie. I forgive you. I’m so glad you're my girlfriend. I am so happy about this whole thing. Now let’s find the right shoes for this dress!”

And then somehow , just like that, it was as if it was no big deal. She cheated on me during our whole relationship, always planned on turning me into her locked up, gay, faggot, sissy slut, cock-slave girlfriend, and that’s ok.

We decided on black thigh high boots, suede, so they didn’t distract from the dress. As well as a choker and some light jewelry. As well as black matching vinyl lingerie. “Now that your outfit is picked out, I want you to help me pick out my outfit! I want it to be the sexiest thing, I want it to be a dream come true for you to see me in it! Something that as soon as that cage is off you cant wait to fuck me in! You can finally cum so hard in my pussy as I worship your cock!” She was so excited and spoke so seductively. I was so horny, I couldn’t believe what she was saying! This is what I’ve craved for three weeks! I started to think that after tonight that she might actually let this be over and make love to me again!

The thought completely consumed me and I got straight to work on picking out the perfect outfit, exactly what I wanted to fuck her in! It was this super tiny little leather skirt that didn’t even cover the lower half of her butt, tall black fuck me pumps, and this tiny little crop top that showed a lot of cleavage! No panties, no bra. She said “It’s so slutty! I love it so much! It’s perfect!” Amanda said with joy when she saw it.

“I can’t wait to see you in it! I can’t wait to fuck you in it!” I said with so much excitement! The arousal and anticipation are incredibly present in my voice.

“Oh no, hunny, you must be confused. You're not going to fuck me! No remember, you begged me so desperately this morning to never let you fuck me ever again! You begged to let real men with big dicks fuck me instead of you, and that’s exactly what I’m doing! You're going to stay locked, unable to cum, and worshiping Ryan’s big cock. While I’ll be cumming over and over again, as a guy with a huge dick fucks me so hard and shoots his cum deep in my pussy while I worship his superior cock! I just wanted the first outfit of our new relationship to be what the old you dreamed and fantasied about. I’ll see if a real man likes it too! Speaking of real men, let’s go do our make-up so we can make our real men’s cocks rock hard!”

She knew how devastating this was. She wanted to give me false hope so I would truly pick out the outfit I’d fantasize about. Just to make it another man's reality. You could hear her excitement as she spoke, so glad she tricked me. How aroused it made her, the thought of it all was so strong, I thought she just might cum as she spoke.

Humiliated and embarrassed, I followed her to the bathroom to start our makeup. Big sexy lashes, dark eye shadow, and big dick sucking lips. The new default for my look unless instructed otherwise by her or Ryan. I learned contouring and how to do my own makeup. After all, it will be my new daily routine. We styled my hair to be simple and feminine.

Amanda did her make up very similar but she had super glossy pink lips and her hair was in big curls. After she got dressed she looked flawless, like any man's dream girl. Any guy would die to fuck her, but I can’t, I never will. She’s my dream girl, a true fantasy come true, but some other guy will be fucking her.

As I got dressed, the feel of the vinyl lingerie over my body was turning me on. The fact that it completely hid my tiny little cage only seemed to arouse me more. I felt sexy in the dress and heels, like a good slut. My baby dick leaked as my pug moved in my ass and the thought of pleasering cock filled my mind. A good coating of perfume, it was about time for me to leave to meet Ryan.

Amanda commanded that I send her a selfie as soon as I get to the party. She thinks it’s funny to have me send a photo of me all pretty going on a gay date with a alpha man while she stays home and gets fucked by a real man. This is so humiliating. And I’m so horny, I kinda of like all of this!

I pulled up to this beautiful mansion. I always knew Ryan was wealthy, and so is Amanda, but I didn’t realize just how rich his friends were. As I pulled up, the valet was waiting to take my car, as I got out he said “Wow, You're the most sexy woman I’ve seen all night! What are you doing after this?” You could tell he wanted to fuck.

I blushed, I couldn’t help but feel truly complemented. I can’t believe this guy thinks I’m a real, sexy woman, and wants to fuck me! That made my tiny little cock press against my micro cage. Holy shit, this is turning me on! I leaked to the thought of his cock in my mouth! What is going on?

I could hardly get the words out, my internal struggle was so alarming! “I’m sorry but I have plans, thank you so much for the wonderful offer though!” Wow, I sound exactly like a girl.

I walked in the grand hallway and could tell the party was already happening in the first room. I looked over in the big mirror, I knew Amanda wanted not just a regular selfie. I wanted to look feminine and sexy for her, I couldn’t help myself. I took quite a few until I got just the right one. I sent it. I got a quick reply, “Have fun slut! I know I will! Don’t come home until you’ve sucked cock and swallowed cum! Oh, I sent Ryan the video I secretly took of you this morning begging me to never be unlocked, so don’t expect any chance of that happening! Can’t wait to hear about your night! I’ll tell you about mine as you lick this real man's cum from my pussy!” This turned me on so much, I don’t know why, but I’m so horny I can hardly think!

Just then someone grabbed my ass! I turned around to see Ryan standing over me in a nice suit. He looked fantastic! “He babe! You look like a hot slut! You ready to show me a good time? I’ve always wanted a sissy cock slave!” Smiled and laughed a little, as he guided me into the party with his hand firmly on my ass.

-Katierosedreams OG Cap

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aristobun · 1 year

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‘ You were the inspiration for that song, Helene, ‘ he says, eyes trained on her face to see what reaction he would get.

Helene found her mouth falling open in complete shock when he said those words, the thought of being the reason for such a beautiful song being written, it rendered her speechless. The pair had only been dating for the last six months, but they had been head over heels for each other the entire time.

‘ Joakim, I… ‘ she says, eyes beginning to well up with tears at the thought of being a muse for him. ‘ It’s such a lovely song. I had no idea you wrote that for me. I love you so much, ‘ she is crying properly now, brushing away the tears with the back of her hand as he moves closer, pulling her into an embrace.

‘ You inspire me everyday, Helene. You’ve given me a new way of life since you came into it.. and I wanted to give something back, for all that you are and all that you’ve done, ‘ with arms so securely around her now shaking frame, he chuckles.

‘ You’ve no idea how happy that makes me, honestly.. that is the sweetest and most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, in my whole life. They’re such gorgeous lyrics, ‘ she’s thanking him over and over while clinging to his shirt.

While holding her still, Joey begins to sway, one hand trailing down her arm until his fingers tangle with her own and a slow dance begins, his vocals picking up in the brief silence and he starts to sing that song directly to her. It was a delight being able to experience these moments, completely breathtaking, much more exciting than in the studio or an arena.

eyes like a rainbow, they cut right through, oh I'm lost in time, all through my mind, i’m in love what can I do, sweet love child, I shiver and shake, it's been a long, long time, when she touches me, every part of me, just comes back alive

‘ I love you, älskling, you mean the world to me and I just can’t imagine my life without you now, ‘ he says, smiling softly as he dips his head, lips locking with her own in a heated and private moment between the pair of them.

‘ I love you, too, Joakim. I can’t imagine my life without you in it either.. and I don’t want to. You’ve changed everything and I couldn’t be happier than I am when I’m with you, ‘ she replies, another tear working its way down her cheek.

Joey continues to smile as he listens to her words, his belief in himself increasing with every positive affirmation from her. In all the years he had been dating, he had never met a woman so taken by him and vice versa. He was so thankful for having met her and each day was an adventure that they got to share with one another. Both of them were full of the need to explore the world and so, that is exactly what they had been doing.

Helene felt her stomach flutter when he gripped her chin with his finger and thumb, tipping her gaze up to meet his own and flashing her another smile. She was going to open her mouth to say something else, to hopefully redirect his attention away from the blush she knew was creeping across her face, but he dove in much too quick for another kiss, this time deeper.

The sound that came up from her throat was comical but she managed to regain composure enough to lift both hands up to his shoulders and curl her fingers into the material of his shirt, enough to stop her from falling into a puddle at his feet. After he allowed a gasp to leave her, she breathlessly informed him of the impact he had on her and received a knowing grin.

‘ I have a surprise planned for tomorrow, Helene. I need you to wear your best outfit for the show. You’re gonna be called up on the stage with me, ‘ he says, watching her closely, trying so hard not to crack up at the look on her face.

‘ Me? up on that stage in front of all those people? I.. can’t do that, Joakim. Oh god, I might fall flat on my face, ‘ she panics, gawking up at him with those wide doe eyes he loved so much and internally freaking out.

‘ Oh, you will be coming up there. You’re gonna be performing one of the songs with me, Helene. I’ll hold your hand the whole time, so you don’t fall down, ‘ he can’t fend off the laugh that’s wanting to escape, so he doesn’t, chuckling heartily. ‘ I want to show you off to the rest of the world. It’s time they knew my girl is always a few steps away, ‘ he adds, grinning.

Her face flushes for the second time then, the heat coming off of it making it quite clear to her that it is probably bright red in the aftermath of the numerous amounts of affection from him and his complete lack of being secretive. She didn’t mind that about him at all, but she was a bag of nerves and he could tell as she shook a little in his embrace.

‘ I.. you want me to sing with you, Joakim? Oh my god, always wondered how I was gonna go, guess that will be the night, ‘ a forced laugh comes out at the poor joke she makes before her eyes meet his own again and she calms down.

‘ Helene, you have a beautiful voice, so that’s a good reason on its own to get you up there, but I mostly just want everyone to know you’re the woman who loves me, ‘ he says, pecking her lips as they tremble and another teardrop escapes, which he brushes away himself that time.

‘ I love you, ‘ she says, barely above a whisper, closing her eyes as he moves closer and rests their foreheads together.

‘ I love you, too, älskling, ‘ he responds, holding her close.

#drabble #save #starsson #helene marie starling #joey tempest #joakim larsson #IM GONNA CRYYYY #i love them to pieces #a snippet from their dating years #if they had met in the early nineties #because the song referenced here was released in ‘93 #in the main verse i had them meet in ‘97 so this one is totally seperate

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Congrats!!! Can I get a ship please ⚓️ ?

Fandom: Harry Potter / DC (preferably batfam) / star wars

She/her, and I'd like a male ship please.

I'm slightly above average height for a girl (about 5'9) with brown wavy hair, but I'm always dying it bright colours/changing my haircut (much to mother's dismay lol). Style-wise, I tend to alternate between super preppy, if not a little too formal, to just completely grunge. Depends on my mood and who I'm hanging around with that day I guess. I am quite impartial to my combat boots though. And high-heels. Ideally both at once.

I'm an INTJ Slytherin Leo--fairly introverted and aloof by nature but after years of practice and forcing myself out there, I can be quite bubbly and chatty when necessary (super draining though and it still sometimes weirds out some of my oldest friends how quickly I can switch). I will not shut up about random nerdy/sciencey nonesense if I feel comfortable. Not too great with emotions though--it's a work in progress heh.

Currently a physics and maths double major with a minor in philosophy because that somehow seemed like a good idea at the time and no one told me I couldn't do it. Quite active around campus--super involved in leadership for some clubs and the student union, and compete in debate. I love it because it's all super interesting af but I'm not too great at math for someone doing a degree in it and I'm at a point where I'm surviving on irresponsible caffeine consumption and spite alone. I switch between hobbies and interests really often because i suppose i just get bored a little too easily, so I'm a bit of a jack of all trades--only things I've really stuck with for a long time are writing (that will never see the light of day) and just tinkering around with stuff to figure out how it works and seeing what I can do with it. Technically a classically trained pianist because parents expected it but uh I haven't practiced in a while so I'm a 'lil rusty--more into rock music these days anyway.

I'm trilingual--French, English, and Arabic (needs a lot of work though). Trying to learn Latin for the hell of it (also helps with Philosophy a bit). Fortunately got to travel a lot as a kid because of my parents' work so it's helped with getting some practice I suppose. I just love travelling and getting to know other cultures honestly, especially having lived in big cities and had friends from all over my whole life. And getting to visit all the museums and art galleries is a huge plus.

Sorry this if this way too long, but congrats again! Have a great day xx

Here ya go dear! And thank you! 🪷

First I ship you with Remus Lupin! 💙

He likes your passion for physics and philosophy always seeing how hard you work and never give up which makes him so proud of you for it

He is amazed at how talented you are with foreign languages speaking Latin around him as well as bits and pieces of Arabic and French mostly speaking English but he never fails to smile when you say I love you in a different language

He always makes sure if you've had more than 2 or 3 and a half cups of coffee to give you water or milk even if sometimes he has to sweet talk you to do it he just wants you to be healthy a little bit

He never minds when you're chatty or quiet always listening and talking smiling sweetly at you before laughing at your bubbly and lively actions

He likes to have your head in his lap while you both read to each other or in silence enjoying the other's company

He likes seeing you wear his sweaters whether to sleep in or just around the house he falls in love with you all over again just seeing you in a sweater

Next I ship you with Tim Drake! ♥️

He always helps you if you're having trouble with math or any work that you are getting frustrated and confused by ready to teach you a few tricks to help

He never lets you get sleep deprived or really out of control with caffeine always giving you water or milk to help you in between the consumption of caffeine

He likes how you go from the nice button up and skirt with your hair up in a bun to a loose fitting grunge shirt and jeans with a messy ponytail or braids always smiling at how good you look

He loves going to the park or museum with you he lives learning more of history or just enjoying the peacefulness of the park in the evening or night

He likes hearing stories of you traveling around with your parents when you're younger always having a good laugh or fond smile hearing of your childhood

He likes to just lay on your lap or stomach when he is tired and needs sleep always feeling his stress wipe away laying on you while you wear one of his hoodies

And finally I ship you with Anakin Skywalker! 🧡

He never judges anyone for their size or height but he will take a chance at least twice to get a joke about your short height just to make you pout at him

He likes listening to you play piano when the two of you are in Naboo visiting Padme or your family in your childhood home on Corusant

He likes knowing more of the cultures from you since he only knew a bit of naboo culture and some of Tatooine and corusant culture but learning more about them and if others made him love you more

He likes to teach you how to use a blaster and drive a speeder always smiling at you driving his speeder like he does but also mindful of how you drive and how fast reminding him of Obi wan

He loves how you treat his padawan like a sister, his best friend like a sister, and his master like a father loving them just as much maybe even more than he did

He gets tearful and emotional when he sees you place a flower on his mom's grave always going to tell her happy birthday, happy Thanksgiving, merry Christmas, happy New Year, and how much you wish you could have met her making him fall in love all over again

#tim drake x reader #700 followers celebration #anakin skywalker #follower celebration #remus lupin #micheleamidalajedi's 700 followers celebration #tim drake #remus lupin x reader #micheleamidalajedi #anakin skywalker x reader

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lumiereandcogsworth · 2 years

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40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent? (from this list) (and this ask)

!!!!!!!!!!!! parents!adelle my best friends parents!adelle <3 short answer: belle is the fun parent and adam is the responsible parent.

belle is so free-spirited by nature, and her absolutely favorite thing about children is their curious little minds. so when her own kiddos want to explore? WHO is she to stop them? plus that’s how she grew up. yes maurice was careful and worried about her but he felt she was safe enough as long as she stayed within the village limits (which she didn’t always do but for the most part <3) so belle grew up exploring and imagining and adventuring as much as she could and that’s exactly what she wants for her babies 🥰 and they all have varying levels of her curiosity in them so they DO explore and play a lot!

adam is just so careful. the thing about adam as a parent (something i am definitely not utterly obsessed with discussing) is that he never really expected himself to care. he was raised as an heir, and for most of his life, it was drilled into his head by his father that he was pretty much worthless besides his ability to ascend to the throne. so to adam, “having children” just meant having heirs, carrying the family position, living in a loveless world. BUT THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED! you know, you were there. we all saw that guy fall head over heels in love with the most lovely and strange woman ever.

so now he has love, so much love, all that love that his mother placed gently inside his heart when he was a boy, now spilling over. he loves belle so much and he feels so completely protective of her. she is crazy and wild and adventurous and he worries about her every day, he just can’t help it. and of course they argue about it but they both know there’s love at the center of it all so they carry on loving each other as they always do.

but when his own child is coming, suddenly everything he thought growing up has changed. this child can’t just be an heir. he made this child with his beloved! there’s nothing but love here! and so much worry!! the protectiveness he feels for belle is only multiplied when they become parents. he hardly feels worthy of this. all of this!!!! a second chance at life? a loving and caring partner? children to teach and guide and love? he doesn’t think he deserves it at all. they’re gifts he never expected to be worthy of receiving. so he’s the responsible parent. he worries endlessly. he tells them to look out for each other. he vows to always watch over them. he becomes the protector he never had after his mother died. he carries her love and gentleness within him and his children are simply never afraid of him.

they know they’re loved!! they know they are loved when their mother runs around in imaginary worlds with them, when she climbs trees and races and laughs with them. and they know they’re loved when their father holds them close, when he kisses their heads and listens to every story they tell and reads until they fall asleep against him.

i love writing adam and belle as parents because it’s such a perfect balance. and at the end of every day, there is simply nothing but love in this family :”)

#i’ll never be over it #this family is my greatest joy <3 #adelle #batb headcanons

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dawnbreakerdystopia · 2 years

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First Steps

Perhaps the most difficult step to take is that first one. But sometimes, there are so many first steps. First call for therapy. First shopping trip in the right aisle. First doctor's visit for hormones. First step outside as… you.

That one terrified me the most. How do you live your entire life with people seeing you one way, then suddenly just… appear in society the complete opposite, sticking out like a sore thumb to everyone who has ever known you? In a small town, hardly twenty square miles, where you know every individual person down to their middle name and probably even their darkest secret, this sudden change is impossible to pass over. And I panicked knowing this. Where could I even begin that would be comfortable?

I hardly remember what shirt I wore that day, but my chest lay tightly bound beneath it. I donned a tattered vest littered with metal band patches--my armor against the monstrosity that lay beneath. Gauntlets, black jeans, steel heel boots, probably a chain, and dark sunglasses. All the confidence to myself. All the love. Everything that made me feel powerful, but it still was barely enough to combat the terror waiting outside my house. What would people think if they saw my beard? Was I obviously a man to those who hadn't met me before? What were the chances I'd see someone new? What about someone I knew? Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck that. Back down, don't go outside, just hunker down indoors forever in shelter and hope the world doesn't take notice.

But that was more unlikely than anything else which came to mind. I had no chance to stay inside my house forever, unnoticed. I had to live. Being myself couldn't prevent me from living.

But fucker, I wish it did.

And that it didn't.

Conflict, swarming my mind in a battle I just could not win. These contradictions battered against my skull and rattled my life until I felt like a tempest breaking apart at the seams as I held the door handle, inhaling the thick, stormy air, and walked outside toward the eye of the squall. Across the porch, down the driveway, into the street.

The tempest raged before me there in the street, and I embraced the full frontal wrath.

Shoulders tense, jaw clenched, I walked. In some direction. I can't remember which. My mind blocked such menial details as I hazily made my way down the road, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking.

Was it possible to escape your own mind?

I wanted to. But this storm I stood in wouldn't let up. The only way to escape it was either turn back to shelter, or brave it, brute fucking force myself through, like I did everything, and make it out on the other end where sunshine and rainbows greeted me in the calm.

I questioned with every step if I could make it there. With each person I saw, the chances seemed less likely.

What name would I give if someone asked me who I am? Pronouns? Do I mask the truth? Embrace it?

A clusterfuck disaster, I walked through the wasteland at the end of the world, where what once was now lay to waste, and the only thing which could be done was rebuild. Myself. My life. My entire being.

Perhaps for comfort, I walked around one bend where a woman always flew a pride flag on her door. Ever since the Pulse shooting. During pride month. It was so soon to this day I walked.

Would I be shot? Just for being me?

While I walked past this house, I stared at her flag for a moment.

There was my rainbow. A sign of hope in this storm. I knew I could make it, even if just a bit further. In that shadow of doubt, it shone in all its colors. Like me. I may be the peacock, but peacocks are beautiful creatures. So was I.

Deep breath. I moved on from this house, and came across a car parked against a lawn. I hadn't seen this car before.

A woman popped her head out. "Excuse me? Do you know where house 136 is?" she asked.

I froze. I'd never met her before, nor seen her. Someone new. Perhaps it'd be easier than someone I was familiar with.

Walking toward her car, I took a deep breath. "Well… it seems 137 is right there," I replied, pointing to where she parked in front of.

She nodded. "And 135 is right there," she said, pointing to the one right beside it. "I've got a realtor appointment with the people of 136, but… their house isn't showing up on the map. And it's not on the street here, either."

I chuckled now, raising an eyebrow beneath my sunglasses. "What? That's really weird. How the hell?"

"I know, right?!"

I looked at her phone. An iPhone. I myself used Androids. Perhaps our maps would be different? "Lemme see something. I'll try Google maps," I told her. Pulling my phone out, we compared the images both apps showed for house 136, which, according to both, didn't quite exist.

Note, this is how I learned houses can take up more than one plot of land, and thus, can have two addresses.

Both myself and the woman laughed at the paradoxical idea of this inexistent house, lying between two others, and having nowhere to go. We couldn't figure it out for our lives!

I suggested she just knock on the door of 137, as that was the bigger house and, therein, perhaps had the both addresses, and she agreed. She thanked me, and pulled into the driveway as I myself continued the walk, finishing the bend.

I'd conversed. With someone. As my true self.

That was hardly bad at all. Intimidating, but not impossible, and actually quite easy!

First conversation. Done.

And that was enough for me. I made my way down the long stretch of road to my house, and walked back without any encounters. The world had mercy on me, and knew I'd done my part by breaking the barrier of my fears.

A triumph.

Back home, my cat daughters greeted me with meows and snuggles. I loved them with all my being, and gave them kisses, hugs, everything. They certainly didn't see me any differently, even though I was different. They loved me unconditionally regardless of my gender and presentation.

And I knew from that moment, if I couldn't make it back, I had to. For them. For my girls. If all else was hard, I had their love to look forward to when I returned. They were my light and calm at the end of the storm.

And I myself was the rainbow. Colorful, bright, radiant, a beauty to behold.

And walking wasn't so hard anymore. Each step was another toward comfort. Setbacks ensued, but again, brute strength has never failed me in my life. I kept walking despite these times. I named myself “the great helmeted warrior” for a reason.

The walk never ended, though. It still doesn't, years later. I still march on and on and on, toward a safe place of pure comfort. I wonder if it exists, though I've come to doubt it does. That doesn't mean it's impossible, though. My first step wasn't impossible. Therefore, anything can be real.

Even a world where trans people don't have to fear walking, and being themselves.

#trans #ftm #transgender #personal narrative

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