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#wanna do that again. i did that for the second person this happened to bc i was like well. id prefer if u didnt die by ur own hand
rinhaler · 5 months
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I have had the WORST separation anxiety since my friendship breakup I’m genuinely in a lot of distress most of the time and I’m clinging to my bf so much it’s actually a bit pathetic
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daforged · 2 years
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i am so so so so so so tired of like. not being able to just force ppl to make positive change in their lives. i have spent waaaay too much of my life having the “people only change when they are ready” lesson smacked into my brain and it is soooooooo annoying from every angle
#this is the THIRD time . somebody in my life has been in a long-term bad situation#and will just. not do anything about it. and i GET that its hard enough just getting through the day nvm like … making changes#but. its so frustrating from an outside perspective as someone who has watched this exact thing over and over and over with other ppl#especially because the first time it happened ended with a successful suicide attempt. so ! lovely. great.#like i GET it i know i cant fix ppls lives for them its arrogant to act like i can its infantalizing i know. but like. god.#there’s only so long u can keep offering ppl a hand to climb out of the pit before like. they yank u down with them. and holy shit i dont#wanna do that again. i did that for the second person this happened to bc i was like well. id prefer if u didnt die by ur own hand#soooo guess ill just. make myself miserable catering to every avenue that would make ur life easier.#and then it took me an eon to dig myself out of the pit i dug for myself & the. incredibly toxic mindset i had adopted. like.#its just so frustrating i am tired of hearing venting about things u can change i am tired of flexing empathy muscles i dont have im tired#of watching ppl be miserable and then DROWN themselves in more misery willingly. like stop!!! stop feeding it!!!! do ANYTHING ELSE#in conclusion: hell.#freewheeling bitextual#oh and its hard to balance like. my own brain & being a good support. like i dont want to deal with your upset rants 5/7 days of the week#because it makes ME miserable! and im having a hard enough time keeping a positive outlook on life as it is!
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simpjaes · 3 months
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Omgg you should do a experienced!reader and inexperienced/virgin bf!hyung line, I feel like some of them would be like nervous or anxious about their first time 😭
hyung line + losing their virginity to reader
warnings: submissive men, not all of them are boyfies but just assume you end up dating
jake:
definitely looks, acts, and talks like a virgin, probably has a porn addiction too. also the type to fall in love the second someone touches his dick. Im talking one little squeeze and he's like "i'm in love with you."
you go on a date with him and instantly you can't tell if he's using you to get rid of said virginity or if he genuinely likes you. it's a bit of both, tbh. like the second he saw you he was like "i hope she jumps on me"
you don't mind inexperienced men, virginity doesn't really mean anything unless the other person cherishes it, and you happen to love hooking up. and like, you would try your best to make it somewhat special for him, though he doesn't really pay attention bc he's too horny to be nervous or afraid.
definitely misses the hole twice before you help him put it in, instantly rolls his eyes back and can't stop from fucking forward :( premature ejaculation and all, but he makes it up to you by letting you guide him by the hair while eating u out ♡
jay:
the virgin that you'd assume isn't one until you actually see what he acts like when he's horny :/ also has a huge porn addiction and is the guy on a dating app texting you at 3am (when he's not being nervous about it) like "wyd? wanna meet up?"
ofc you wanna meet up, but it's not like you were expecting him to immediately expect you to give him head as soon as you see him. i mean, you definitely did do that tho.
when it came his turn to do all of the foreplay and stuff, that's when you realize this guy is a virgin and trying to pretend like he isn't, nervous as fuck that you'd make fun of him for it considering he's definitely old enough to have had more experience than this.
and you'd be like "don't tell me..."
and he'd be like "no!!!! i've had so much sex!"
he's a liar, you could tell in the way he rubbed your left lip :/ still, his nervousness turns into obligatory service top shit, where he asks you to tell him what to do, and that you can't leave until you actually come. and boy do you. like over and over again, because he's determined to make you feel as good as that pussy made him feel.
sunghoon:
tripping over his own feet to get to the bed with you on your 2 month anniversary bc he's held out due to nervousness. by the time he gets to the bed, he's the one pretending to be too tired bc he genuinely is so freaked out that he can't live up to what you might expect of him.
"Hoon, all of it feels good, i don't have to orgasm."
"But!!"
ends with you riding him half to death, practically using him like a sex toy, and him becoming a pile of mush under you. His eyes would be glued to your tits and hands glued to your ass :/
man would be so entirely in awe of how you do it, internally thinking to himself like "this is it, im a real man now-" and he totally gets why people have sex addictions after that point. he would also just get better and better at it, until like a week later he's the one on top of you, plunging in deep like he wasn't too afraid to do it just a couple of sessions ago.
heeseung:
lil bit of degradation over being a virgin. like !!! yes!!! he is such a loser for never having fucked the way he talks like he does!
im not lying, he would be in the room over playing games all fucking night with his friends, talking bout how he and you fuck all the time. you always laugh at him for it like "imagine if they found out you're a virgin." and he'd be like "why am I a virgin again?"
and ofc it's because you don't just wanna...like....take that from him, until he turns into an absolute menace of a man, trying to touch you, trying to be the whore he wants to be. i'm talking head under your skirt on the couch type shit. fr he gets hella experience with foreplay before you finally give in and let him stick it in. only after he promised you that "losing my virginity isn't that big of a deal, just let me fuck you!"
he was a lil eager, rhythm wasn't that great either, but he was truly trying his best and you guess you should probably fake an orgasm so he can actually boast to his friends about it.
except you don't fake it, and you're shocked that he just...kept going after getting off, staying hard and literally railing you until you had no choice but to come :/
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hi lovely ! 💗
first of all ur writing has me giggling at my screen n shit midday it’s so cutesie ily
second of all i was wondering if you would ever write jason hcs w a daughter of aphrodite reader? (like obv we got him and piper in the books but i’m talking girl mathing, lip gloss wearing, passenger princessing, puts the ‘lover’ in lovergirling type daughter of aphrodite)
all this to say that i love everything u put out sm and if this request doesn’t inspire u no pressure to do it !!
⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs
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content: jason grace x daughter of aphrodite! reader warning: sexual references near the bottom and probs some cursing author's note: as much as i love piper and i understand why you wouldn't make her the stereotypical daughter of aphrodite and i have no problems with that, we were robbed. at least we had selena but still bro give me a lover girl who is forced out of being softed bc truama. can i have that??? is that too much to ask for??? just a girl who lost all her girlhood the moment the person she loved died?? bc the one thing she was supposed to stand for still didn't stop death?? if she loved and still lost, what is the point of loving at all?? give me this complex character pls and thx ALSO if you are the same anon i think you are, please love me bc you clearly have a bigger brain than me and youre so sweet like girl honey bunny you have so many good ideas and you keep trusting me to make them happen??? like thank you???
soft boy meets soft girl and they fall in love?????
ummmm yes pls!!
when i tell you these two are literally the definition of soft
look it up if you doubt me
there's literally a picture of them together in the websters dictionary under soft pls
trust me bro i was the printer that printed that page
anyways, when i tell you cute meet cute, i mean it
like, you left jason love letters taped to his cabin door, pretending to be a secret admirer
jason was a blushing flustered mess every time he found one
and then, one evening, he was spending it inside his cabin reading when he heard footsteps approach the door.
it piqued his interest causing him to walk towards the door and wait for a moment.
then a slip of paper slid under the door of his cabin, the now familiar pink glitter gel pen handwriting being a welcome sight
without a second to lose, he whipped the door open to reveal you, crouching down near the door of his cabin
it took you a second to register what happened before you swallowed thickly, raising your hand slightly and waving it
"...hi."
"i think you dropped this," jason replied, coughing away his nerves as he held up the paper, the pink pen glittering in the sunlight
"oh...uh, no, i...i did that on purpose, yeah," you mutter back, hanging your head and beginning to chip at your pink nail polish
"oh."
"yeah."
cue the very awkward silence for a few moments while you two looked at everything but each other.
"do you wann-" jason started only for you to speak up at the same time
"it's alright if you don't-"
now nervous giggles before you motioned for jason to go first, the boy blushing at the sweet smile you gave him.
"you wanna, i dunno, hang out some times?? with me, of course...unless you don't want-"
"jason, i've been sliding notes into your cabin for weeks. yes, i'd very much like to hang out."
"cool. very cool."
DONT WORRY HE GETS LESS AWKWARD WITH TIME I PROMISE
he always carries lip gloss in his jeans from the second you start dating
he quickly figured out your favorite and bought a few to keep on deck after you forgot to put it on one day and were pouty for the rest of the day
he was determined to never have you feel bad again and if lip gloss was the solution, so be it
also, hate hate hates that you do 'girl math'
makes no sense to him and he loves you, but cannot stand it
"no, no, jase baby, if i return the shirt, then the jeans are basically free because i'm returning the shirt, which is money that would have been gone anyways so it doesn't even matter."
"love of my life, the jeans are three times the price of the shirt."
"yeah, but i didn't get coffee the other day, so that's another five off and-"
it doesn't even matter tho bc he pays for everything so like??? why you worrying your pretty little mind about it??? you can't even remember the last time you paid for something
jason bought those jeans for you, if anyone was curious, so you didn't even have to return the shirt. which then gave you liberties to buy another shirt, since you already had the money put aside for the jeans-
i could talk circles around myself all day
i could convince myself to buy a fucking island if i girl math hard enough fr
it is a dangerous thing
also, do not think for one second those love letters stopped when you guys started dating
jason figured they would until one evening he came back from hanging out with leo in bunker nine, finding a letter gently laid on his pillow
he kept all of them in an old nike shoe box, showing your son and daughter once they were old enough to appreciate them always saying,
"this is what love is supposed to look like. if someone doesn't treat you like this, you leave them, ya hear me?"
soft boy and soft girl raise soft children, making them a soft family
OH OH OH THE MOST IMPORTANT HC THAT I NEARLY FORGOT
bows
bro
fucking bows
(if you can't tell from my blog, i am an avid bow enthusiast and not to be that person, but i was putting them in my hair BEFORE they blew up on tiktok, just saying.)
i just know for a fact jason loves when you put them in your hair, liking the feeling of the ribbon when he twirls your ponytail
and he def makes you put them on for sexy time, hair tugging more fun with a little pink bow for some contrast
love love loves when you use the baby blue ribbon that you say always reminds you of his eyes
gets him all blushy and shit
also, you def asked if you could put a ribbon around his dick once and he def said no
jk he can't say no to you
bro looked kawaii as fuck
but you were all giggles and laughs
and he got a rewards out of it, if you know what i mean
chocolates, duh
GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER-
like those sex chocolates with the hormones in them or whatever-
tell me im funny or die
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sergle · 5 months
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People are failing to realize that clothing, and cameras for that matter, can be fairly deceptive. I don't wanna say deceptive because it carries a certain connotation, but I hope you'll know what I mean. I look fairly "thin/avg" with a shirt on, but without it it's rolls and folds lol
Furthermore, it's wild to assume someone who's pretty passionate about accurate plus-size rep would be stick thin. Maybe their metric of "average" is skewed or something, but it's still weird to just show up in a strangers Asks and assume things about them and their bodies.
sorry for answering an ask about this like 4 days later but I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS... this person is talking about these asks btw.
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FIRST OF ALL, thank you so much for the ask, it really is good to know that other ppl are aware of the Covering Of Fat With Clothing. Like. hi. my body is obscured. people are just noticing my torso for the first time bc there isn't 5lbs of breast tissue hanging off of it. SECOND OF ALL. This is still making me insane. I am still thinking about it so I'm gonna completely just do a brick of text to talk about it. Like, there's the first part of this, right? The fact that, all of these people who were sending asks like these, are the same people who came to my account because they liked the body positivity stuff or they related to the proportions of the girls I draw, right? And yet somehow managed to miss that ALL OF MY ART IS ME. So you're relating to MY body, AGREEING that this is plus sized art, then turning towards moi and saying, okay but you're skinny though. HUH? HMM??? I literally made a 12-part series of self portraits that have been like, my most seen, most stolen, reposted, enjoyed, stolen again, pieces. And I've been so crystal clear that these are literally me. Once again, I'm pointing at the aforementioned MATERIAL.
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Pictured above: a thin, skinny woman who just happens to have large breasts, ig! And outside of those, which are *literal* self portraits, I've spoken lots of times before about how I make girls of a certain size and shape because I'm modeling them off myself. Or as close as I can get, depending on how good/bad I feel and if I took a photo to ref or not. It really couldn't be clearer that this is obviously me being self-serving, I do it when I feel like I need to see it. So the thing being implied here, or flat out accused in a handful of messages, is that I'm drawing fat girls forrr clout? AWESOME. I didn't want to dignify every message but that did seem to be the rough consensus. BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT ONE TOO. WHEN would it become a bad thing for a skinny person to draw body positive art? In a positive light? Even if it was for clout? Am I going insane? That would be Good. It honestly might be even more meaningful than what I'm doing now. If I was actually 115 pounds soaking wet, if I looked like that one girl from ANTM with the like 14 inch waist, and I was out here making the exact same art, would that make the art LESS meaningful to other fat girls? That someone who doesn't have this body type or relate to it at all found it beautiful enough to draw it so many times, treating the subject with respect? Fat people being the subject of art again? The cycling of a trend that's been gone too long? That is, I thought, what we've literally been begging to see. I have been thinking about this. And finally, the last part of it that's been vexing and haunting me:
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Is it supposed to be my responsibility that someone gets dysmorphic LOOKING AT ME. HUHHHH. On the art account where I draw a lot of Me. HUH. I was meant to anticipate this? Looking at pictures of me. And that makes you feel dysmorphic. and that is my fault. I'm just double checking. On the account where I draw bodies that I relate to, that you followed because you relate to. And then seeing me. Makes you dysmorphic. Whew. Got it.
I'm putting a bow on my insane winding ramble about this. Or at least trying to, now. It is wild to have my body commented on so much. This year, bc of the breast reduction, comments on my body have increased a hundredfold. Positive, negative, passive aggressive, predatory, all of the ways it can go. There was a really obvious way to rebuff these particular comments, which would be to post a picture of myself where my body ISN'T mostly obscured. But hey, those aren't free. The art will have to do for now. I wouldn't be that surprised if half the messages were jokes meant to see if I'd post pics "proving" that I look how I look. I also thought briefly about like, what if my body did change that drastically? Would some ppl's immediate reaction be betrayal, disgust, anger? I've been sick in my life before and lost weight at alarming speeds. But I've still been fat all my life. I've gotten sick and gained weight at alarming speeds. Does my presence as a "body positive artist" mean that my body gets to be put on trial anytime it changes? Does the switch flip from "your fat art means so much to me" to "you're not in the club anymore, since you got rid of your breasts, you look different"
Anyway I thought it would be funny to draw a thin girl "drawing" a scrap sketch I already have on hand. And imagining someone's response being fully negative, bc a thin person drawing fat ppl would be somehow dishonest lmao. Look how evil this bitch is. Her body doesn't match her art.
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talaok · 5 months
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Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??
anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹
I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕
pairing: Pedro pascal x reader
a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)
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He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.
And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.
You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.
"Have you eaten anything?"
"no"
"did you drink any water today?"
"not really"
And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.
He had conceived a whole plan of attack.
For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.
But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.
No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).
Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.
"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.
He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.
He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.
"how's it going?"
"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch
"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"
"It's not been two hours yet"
"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"
You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"
"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"
"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"
"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you
He watched something happen behind your eyes, 
"not if I keep taking breaks"
"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment 
"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"
"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"
And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.
"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"
"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back 
You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.
"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"
But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.
"ok this is it, hold onto me"
And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.
"w-what are you doing?"
"forcing you to take a break"
"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.
"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.
Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.
"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"
"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body
"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"
It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.
"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.
"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up
"Feeling better?"
"yes" you nodded "Thank you"
He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"
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traumxrei-archive · 1 year
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【 these returned affections 】
prompt #3: They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” …and he wasn’t letting them dismiss it just like that (ft. jamil viper, kalim al asim)
gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 584 words
a/n: back at it again with the drabbles featuring, coincidentally, the scarabia duo !! it's so fun making scenarios for the both of them bc of how different their personalities are... anyways, hope you enjoyyyy
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Kalim Al Asim
Kalim was...sleepy. Why was that? Well, he was lying down on his bed. And on a normal day that would've made him sleepy already. But there was a hand meticulously raking through his hair. The gentleness of it made him so...so sleepy....
"Senpai?" Your voice cut through his sleepy haze and he hummed in reply. "No, it's alright, you go to sleep." That was...a good suggestion. Kalim closed his eyes, feeling his breathing even out when he heard it.
"I adore you so much, Kalim-senpai," You sounded like you were smiling as you whispered.
Maybe he wasn't meant to hear that.
But Kalim was sleepy and he felt a smile unconsciously forming on his face, "I like you too." He was about to get comfortable again when your hand froze. Actually, your whole body froze.
He mustered the strength to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, sitting up, "What happened?"
"Y-you just— Nevermind, I didn't...mean that in that way."
A pause.
"Oh," Kalim tried to swallow down the sadness he felt.
And the disappointment must've been plain on his face because you immediately backtracked, "Wait, no I mean, I do like you. A lot. But like I didn't mean to—"
"Does this mean we're dating?" Kalim blurted before facepalming. "Gah, sorry I interrupted you! What were you about to say?"
Your mouth drifted open and shut before you mumbled out, "Okay..."
"Let's go on a carpet ride," Kalim said excitedly before yawning. "Oh, maybe let's do it after we nap?" You just nodded, looking a lot more at ease. He poked your cheek, trying to see your smile that he loved so much. And he was successful, seeing a bashful smile spread on your face.
Kalim dragged you down to the bed with him, and this time, he fell asleep peacefully with you in his arms.
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Jamil Viper
Jamil had been studying. Emphasis on the had, because truthfully his concentration fell into shambles as soon as you sat next to him. He understood, afterall there weren't many seats empty at the library. He still couldn't help but glance over at you every few seconds. If it were anyone else, He would be more than unruffled, but being face with you, the object of his affections...
Jamil turned off his music, keeping the headphones on his head as he drew in a deep sigh. That was when he heard your voice, speaking so low that he was sure only he could hear it.
"Jamil Viper, I like you so much."
Did...did you just—
Jamil ripped off his headphones with little grace, his voice breathless as he spoke, "What did you say?"
"You heard that?" There was panic laced in your voice. "I was just, uhm, complaining about Grim. Yeah."
"No," Jamil swallowed back a hysteric laugh. "You...you said you liked me. I had just turned off my music when you–"
There was a hand to his mouth, "Okay, okay, you can stop! Everyone's going to hear!" You lowered your hand when he nodded and you sighed, "I'm sorry. I do like you."
"You don't have to apologize for a thing, nur eini," Jamil said, grasping at your wrist. "I return those feelings. Of course I do." He pressed a kiss to your palm before entwining his fingers with yours and putting it under the table. Safe to say he spent the rest of his time at the library staring at you and squeezing your hand rather than studying. But it was worth every moment.
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i hope you enjoyed the drabbles !! if you'd like to see more drabbles and ficlets with these prompts, check out the rest of ye olde 600 followers event. if you wanna see more of my other writings, check out the masterlist >:D
[ tiny translations !! 'nur eini' means 'the light of my eyes' in arabic >:D so jamil's calling you by that endearment <;3 ]
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stevenose · 1 year
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for @jerry-hornes-foot bc they wrote me insanely messy smut and also they’re ill 🫶🏻 i hope you feel better bestie!!
contains: female reader, reader with a vagina, jealous!mean!steve!!!!, like he’s quite mean here but there’s aftercare 🫶🏻 and reader makes him mean on purpose, cuck!steve, dom!steve, bottom!reader, pussy spanking, degradation, copious usage of the words whore and slut, lil bit of reader dumbification bc dat cawk so good 🫶🏻, unprotected/cumming inside
18+ content only!!! minors dni!!!!
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You gasp sharply, pulling your thighs in together; Steve pries them back open, dark eyes trained on you. “Open. Let me see you.”
Hesitantly, you do, letting your cunt stay on display for Steve. A finger runs through your folds and he scoffs, running his clean hand through his hair in a mix of shock and anger. “You’re soaked.”
“I - because -“
His hand comes down on your clit again and you writhe, legs twitching to close. “Because why? Because you were fucking yourself on anyone who looked at you? Should have never let you out wearing that stupid dress.”
“Steve,” you breathe, hands gripping the hem of the too short dress. This was the entire reason why you wore it - why you acted like this - but you can’t say you’re not nervous under his gaze. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You sure fuckin’ will,” he hisses, his large, warm hand cupping your core again. His thumb moves over your clit and rubs it roughly, making your back arch away from him. “Would you prefer someone from the club to fuck you instead?”
“No -“
“Bet you’d love for that to happen. Huh? Sitting pretty on your knees and sucking cock back to back? Getting all messy like a filthy whore?” Steve’s hand accentuates his point, coming back down on your puffy and sore clit.
“Ah!”
“Shut up,” he growls, bending over you now, pushing your legs out farther. His face closes in on yours, warmth radiating from his skin. “You turn me on so fuckin’ much when you act like a slut. Did you know that? Wanna fuckin’ feel?” He pushes himself up against your cunt and you whine, feeling his bulge through the stiff denim of his jeans. It hurts against your aching clit and you whine.
“Steve!”
“You gonna let me fuck your dirty pussy? Or do you want five other cocks railing it?”
“Jesus,” you wail, grabbing his hair to pull him into you. Steve’s teeth clash against yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You let him, grinding against his erection despite the pain the fabric brings.
“Trying to fuck yourself on me now?” he pants, pulling away from you. “Suddenly you think I’m worthy?”
“You’re the only person I want,” you promise. “I just wanted to make you jealous - like it when you get a little mean -“
“It worked,” he affirms, pulling back to pull his pants and briefs off. “Bet you’re ready for me now. Since you got yourself so worked up for other cock.”
“Yes, yes, just -“
Your eyes go cross, mouth falling open as he thrusts into you, sinking into your warm and ready walls. Steve groans, holding onto you desperately, panting.
“Oh my fucking god,” you moan pathetically. You move your legs to wrap around his hips. He presses a kiss to your chest, right between your breasts.
“This cunt - my cunt - feels so good. Tell me who it belongs to, baby.”
It takes you a second. “Belongs to you.”
Steve pulls back before he thrusts, burying himself deep inside of you. The stretch and length are mind numbing. You know no one else will ever make you feel like this. Gripping his shoulders for support, you let him fuck you harshly, mind going blank.
“Tell me… tell me what you are.”
You moan. “I’m - I’m your slut.”
He pulls back and spanks your cunt again, groaning when you tense around him. “Who’s slut?”
You’re fucked out, unable to comprehend. “You - yours?”
Steve squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fingers. “Who am I, baby?”
“Steve.”
“Try again.”
“I’m Steve’s slut?”
Another slap.
“I’m Steve Harrington’s slut!”
“Again,” he rasps. “Look at me.”
It takes a second for you to speak again. “I’m Steve Harrington’s whore. ‘m Steve Harrington’s whore.”
“Damn. Fucking. Right. Louder. Want everyone down the street to hear.”
You wail it, chant it, over and over, until your orgasm grips you so hard that you’re unable to. Steve bends down to kiss you, pressing his body weight against you as he cums deep inside, warmth flooding into you. He pauses to catch his breath before propping himself up on his elbows.
“You with me?” Steve asks, reaching up to rub your cheekbones.
You hum and nod, smiling dopily. “God, I love making you mad.”
“Wish you wouldn’t,” he groans, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Get me so worked up.”
“No shit.”
He spanks your aching, sore, spent clit again and you gasp, grabbing his biceps. Smiling, he pulls you up, wrapping his arms around you. “Let me get you all cleaned up, sweetheart. Then I’ll show you how much you mean to me.”
“Think I owe you one,” you say, shakily standing, sore between the legs. Steve helps guide you, letting you rest against him as he gingerly leads you down the hall to the bathroom.
“Believe me, hearing you say you’re my whore was plenty.”
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lovable-liar · 25 days
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UNPAID INTERN SCHLATT ASK
Schlatt watching y/n with the kids and just loving how they interact with them. Like Y/n hitting Schlatt over the head for teaching them about Andrew Cuomo and the kids laughing...
...I have baby fever.
...as do I, and it's his fault.
I also went very off task with this, I'm sowwy 🥺
When you got a message from Ludwig asking if you would like to be a contestant on a new game show of his, you were honestly very excited!
You were a huge streamer on the platform, but it wasn't often that you were called upon to compete in real life games!
You were a fan favorite on Name Your Price, for your style and your ability in the game, so after Ludwig pitched Unpaid Intern to you...
You were hooked.
And you were reeled in even further once you found out who you would be competing against!
Daniel Thrasher, a man of many talents and one you found yourself quote tweeting about a lot on your alt to "thank" him for his "service" in "aiding" you to "learn piano"
Lily Pichu, a lovely little lady that (when you ever encountered her) had only ever been the kindest thing to you
Kyedae, a friend of yours that you frequently streamed with and raided!
And jschlatt, infamous, Jonathan Schlatt.
A personal friend of yours!
You and Schlatt first met during the days of the Lunch Club, dark days, sure, but Ted, Charlie, himself, and yourself pulled each other up by the boot straps and created salvation!
Chuckle Sandwich was is that salvation.
And through salvation, you two had formed a strong bond. You created inside jokes for your communities, inside jokes between you and your co-hosts, and inside jokes that only the two of you would ever come to understand.
But, to say you were just friends is an understatement.
To be honest, neither of you really knew what you were.
But you both liked that!
Sure, it became a pain when trying to figure out if you could go out on a date with someone, but it was also nice because technically nothing was happening, you didn't have to hide anything from viewers.
But, Schlatt was always one of the first people you turned to if ever something happened, which, something had happened! You were competing against each other soon! You had to text him-
jslut: yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
toots💙: wat
jslut: ur on upi?
toots💙: upi?
jslut: unpaid intern
jslut: luds thing?
toots💙: ah yes upi
jslut: r u?
toots💙: yes...? 👀
jslut: kk
toots💙: ur so dry over text wtf?!!?!
jslut: i love you too, sugar tits 💙
When-
jslut: how long r u gonna be in texas for?
toots💙: couple days prob
toots💙: im trying to find ppl to film/do stuff with bc i dont wanna fly over just to do one thing and then just fly back
toots💙: productive, you get me?
jslut: film with me
jslut: ill find something for us to do
toots💙: alr but ive got a lot of bitches on my roster so be grateful im spending my time on you, slut
jslut: shut the fuck up, you're the slut here
toots💙: that's blatantly (racist/homophobic/sexist/etc.)
jslut: bye
toots💙: bye bye bbg, daddy can't wait to see you again <3
WHEN YOU GOT TO TEXAS (swear to god if you interrupt me again-)
You texted Schlatt a picture of you in the airport, stood in front of a promotional poster that had the american flag on it, saluting.
You shoved your phone back into your pocket in search of some good fucking food, but you couldn't quite focus on reading the menu while your ass cheek vibrated with fifteen (you counted each vibration) messages.
jslut: first of all, ur supposed to put ur hand on your heart, not fucking salute
jslut: second of all, what airport r u at?
jslut: i'll come get u
jslut: don't order an uber, they're shitty
jslut: i'll be ur uber
jslut: ill bring u a red fucking carpet
jslut: toots
jslut: toots
jslut: babycakes
jslut: did u order an uber?
jslut: did u get kidnapped? wtf
jslut: answer me toots
jslut: send me ur location
jslut: as soon as i see u im downloading a fucking tracker onto ur phone
toots💙: can you stop vibrating my ass for two seconds? im getting food
jslut: vibrating ur ass?
jslut: i wish
toots💙: food acquired, im at dfw
jslut: kk omw
toots💙: where should i meet u?
toots💙: r u kidding me?
toots💙: fuck u
You hunkered down in the food court to wait of the arrival of your beloved uber driver while you ate and played on your phone
You were expecting him to text you back any minute now since he never left his messages unanswered for too long (that's not entirely true, he never leaves *your* messages unanswered, ever, but he'd never tell you that, ever.)
But as 1:00pm became 1:26pm, you began to feel a little anxious
How long have you been sat here for?
Does that man want to sit here?
Should you move?
Are people staring?
Okay- just, stay seated, he'll be here soon.
Where are your headphones?
Where are your bags?!
Oh- okay, it's right there... where you left it.
And your headphones are around your neck.
Do you have your wallet?
Yeah, it's in one of your bags.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR BAGS-
"Heeey, toots! 'S good to see you again." A deep, familiar voice calls out, he has your bags too!
"I got you a baggy of fruit from seven eleven!"
"Aww, you shouldn't have!" He twirls his hair around his finger.
"Gotta feed my baby girl right."
"Alright, you're done." Schlatt announces, before bending down to grab a handful of the meat just above your knees before throwing you over his shoulder and tucking your bags under his other arm.
"Jonathan! You put me down right now!"
"No."
"People are staring!" You whisper shout.
"You called me 'baby girl' 'n the first five finger-fuckin' seconds of our first face to face conversation in three months instead of kissin' me, 'm not puttin' you down."
The walk back to his car consisted of kicking your legs, lots of people staring, a surprising amount of awing, Schlatt having to readjust your clothes every two to three seconds just so you'd keep a semblance of your dignity, and a security guard even opened the door for him!
I mean- this man could have legitimately been kidnapping you, and nobody even *attempted* to help you!
But, then again, you weren't really putting up *much* of a fight.
Once you reached his car, he opened the trunk and shoved your bags in before sauntering round to the passenger's side.
After he so chivalrously opened the door for you, he plopped you down into the seat from your perch on his shoulder, making sure to hold your head so you wouldn't bang it before he placed one hand on the dash and the other on the head rest.
He leaned you back slowly, playfully, before finally accepting his kiss from you.
It was nice.
It re-awoke the butterflies in your tummy that seemingly crisped up and died whenever he wasn't around.
After the extraordinarily drawn out kiss, you embarked on the scenic drive to Schlatt's house, where you found yourself having the first 'argument' with him in the months you hadn't seen each other.
"Where're you stayin'?"
"I booked a hotel-"
"Bull-fucking-shit I'm lettin' you stay at a fuckin' hotel, hotels are good for nothin'. You sleep in my room."
"But I paid money for that hotel room?"
"Ok? I'll pay you back."
"What?"
"Anythin' in these bags ya don't want me findin'?
"Wha-"
"I'm unpackin' for you, sweetheart."
"No, wha-"
"Ya jet lagged, go sit on the couch, watch somethin', I don' care."
Schlatt then proceeded to haul your bags upstairs and into his room, where, promptly, he shouted for you.
"Toots, I thought you said there was nuthin' in here! I've seen one of these before! 'S a.. fuckin' 'rose' vibe, or some shit?!"
"Don't touch that!"
"Whaaat?! Like I haven't seen your toys before! Like I haven't *been* your toy before."
"Schlatt!"
He also found your outfit for Ludwig's video.
"Heeey! This is cute! Gonna look like a little 50s detective more than an intern, but shit, are you gonna look adorable. 'S this your perfume? Shit, that smells good..."
He absolutely douses his own clothes in it
ONTO THE MAIN EVENT! (If anyone's still reading, anyway.)
You and Schlatt arrived together at 9:44 (which ended up giving you 2 points, whereas it landed Schlatt with 1)
After being presented with your first task, keeping a trio of toddlers entertained for fifteen minutes straight, you went straight into action.
You managed to find play dough, bubble wrap, a box of legos, some cardboard boxes, and some coloring materials!
You were the first of the bunch to entertain the kids.
"Helloooo everybody! Who do we have here?"
"Elijah!" "Rooney!" "Caleb!"
"Hey guys! I'm Y/N. Can you spell that? Let's see your handwriting, huh? On the board, can you guys write your names and then my name?"
Overall, you have an absolute blast with these guys.
First, they wanted to pop as many bubbles on the bubble wrap as they could while your phone counted down a ten second timer.
You laid out a sheet of the wrap before you all stood on your own section of it and danced, bounced, and rolled on it until the alarm sounded.
Then, the kids wanted to decorate their own boxes as cars that you pushed them around in!
A chorus of giggles and squeals could be heard emanating from the conference room from all the way across the building, even your own chuckles!
After that, Rooney, Elijah and you sculpted with the play dough while Caleb built with the lego.
Rooney made a dinosaur and Elijah made a lion, but you all gave extra props to Caleb who built all of you!
You were a little disappointed when the fifteen minutes were up, you gave each kid a high five and a ruffle of their hair before you stepped out of the conference room and closed the door (but the interaction truly ended after you pulled a face at them through the window.)
(That face definitely ended up as Schlatt's home screen.)
Next up, you were burdened with having to ensure that your backward speech is coherent and understandable!
Your key phrase was "Can I hold it while you pee?"
Surprisingly, VERY HARD!!!
You managed to get 'hold it' and 'pee'
But the rest of it?
Nada.
"Do people actually wanna hold guys'... you know... when they- pee..?" Daniel asked.
"Well- surprisingly, yes!" Ludwig, oh so helpfully, replied.
You immediately turned to Schlatt
"No, you cannot hold my dick while I piss."
Everyone erupted into laughter.
At this point, you were tied with Daniel in first!
For the map task, you were paired with Schlatt.
You two made a fucking powerhouse of a duo.
With his drawing skills and your knowledge that there was a map on the wall right to the left of you? You were UNSTOPPABLE.
And, with the last and final task, you immediately had to opt out.
The simultaneous, wet chewing sounds of EVERYONE in the room?
FUCK NO
You were not gonna be in that room for another *second*
But you didn't have to be!
You had already surpassed everyone else with flying colors.
Lud even gave you extra points for opting out because he needs a 'well-behaved employee who won't blow bubbles and stick gum to the underside of the desks.'
Schlatt did offer you some of his gum though, and when you stuck your hand out for, i don't know, a pristine, unchewed piece still wrapped in it's packaging, you got the complete opposite!
Just a glob of fluorescent pink, wet and chewed gum in the pit of your hand.
But, that's also how you found yourself here, in Schlatt's car after a long day, waiting in a drive thru.
"Today was great! You were real great with those kids, toots."
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah!"
"I kept the lego figure Caleb made of me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"I wanna fuck a kid into you."
"Schlatt!"
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animeomegas · 1 year
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Imagine the naruto boy's alpha going on anaesthesia for whatever reason (e.g. a dentist appointment or for an injury) and then they wake up from it and see their mate beside them and goes "damn can I date you?" bc they're still high from the drug and have no idea who their mate is😂
You blearily blinked at the room comprised almost solely of a dazzling and blinding white. Automatically, you squinted and turned your attention to the thing, no, person, sitting next to you, thankfully not wearing white, to give your eyes a reprieve.
All thoughts about where you were or why you felt weird flew out of your head as you really looked at the mysterious person. He was the most stunning person you'd ever seen.
"Wooooow," you said, trying to sit up. Your voice sounded different to how you remembered... Oh well.
The mysterious man's hands shot out to support you. He was touching you. This angel of a man was touching you! It was clearly your lucky day!
"Careful," he said. Even his voice was attractive, how unfair was that? "The mednin said not to rush trying to stand."
"You... are the most sexy person I've ever seen," you said honestly, trying to maintain eye contact with the man. It was hard because your eyes kept slipping. "Are you single?"
...
Naruto:
The man immediately burst into peals of laughter. He was howling so hard he almost slipped off his chair.
"Am I single?!" he repeated in between gasping breaths and cackling laughs.
You huffed. How rude. It was only a question!
Chouji:
"No, I'm not single," the main said softly, cupping your face gently. You whined at the thought of the beautiful stranger slipping from your grasp.
"None of that," he said, bopping you gently on the nose. "I'm not single because I'm married to you."
It took your brain a few minutes to process his words, but when you did, a big dopey smile lit up on your face. You were married to this man!!!
"Wooooooow!!!" you said again. "Does that mean I can kiss you?"
"When you're mouth is all healed, you can kiss me as much as you want."
Shikamaru:
The man stood abruptly, making you jump.
"Botan!" the man shouted, startling you once more. A second man walked briskly into the room.
"Nara sama? You called?" the second man asked.
"They don't remember me," the first man hissed, his scent becoming distressed. You felt an urge to comfort him, but your legs didn't want to cooperate and you couldn't get to him. "What happened to them? I thought you were just taking teeth out?!"
The second man held up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Confusion is very common after the kind of medication, Nara sama," the man sounded nervous. Why was he nervous? "Give them a few hours and they will be much more coherent."
Your brain was too fuzzy to make out what they were talking about. Why were the two men here again?
"Ohhh, I get it," you said suddenly, the pieces clicking together. Both of the men turned to look at you. "This man is your mate and I have to fight him if I want to date you, yes?"
Both of the men blinked at you, but you just nodded to yourself. That made perfect sense.
"I will win," you solemnly promised the second man. "You obviously don't treat him right, and I can't ever forgive such a crime."
Kiba:
"Yes," the man grinned, leaning closer to you. "Totally single."
"Best news I've heard all day," you slurred, leaning in too, until your noses were bumping.
"Yeah?" the man asked. "If you wanna date me you have to say why you think I'm the sexiest person ever."
"Pfft, that's easy," you said, happy to hear that was all you had to do. "I think your arms are so sexy, like... like powerful snakes but sexy, y'know? And then your face, why is part of it red? Mysterious... Sexy people are always a bit mysterious, so there's stuff to talk about after sex, that's how it works."
"Oh? What makes you think I'll have sex with you?" the man asked, but he sounded like he was having fun. Good, that meant you had a shot.
"What if I said please?"
Kakashi:
"Hmm, I might be," the man said, turning the page of a book you couldn't make out the title of. How could he be so sexy with most of his face covered? Also, how did he sneeze with the mask on? Unless...
"You should date me," you said confidently. "People must discriminate against you because you don't have a nose, but I love you anyway. I still think you're hot."
"Ah," the man turned he full attention onto you, the book lowering. "What?"
"It's okay, I'll keep your nose secret," you whispered, patting him on the thigh. Oh, and his thighs were glorious. You gave one a quick squeeze. Yes, very nice. "I'll also let you sit on my f-"
"Okay! You should try and get some rest," the man interrupted you, pushing you back against the bed. The little bit of his face that you could see was now turning red. Was this man sick?
"You're too pretty to be sick," you mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. The last thing you heard was a little strangled choking noise.
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violet-lavender-fem · 12 days
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Don't mind me just dropping receipts of JK Rowling engaging in holocaust denial~ Tee hee! :3
https://youtu.be/whJJGqVtkEk?si=aN1HXEfuR7BgxmgY
so i’m 1 minute and 16 seconds into the video and this man is saying that the fact jkr is expressing shock in the first tweet is due to the nazis burning books abt sex reassignment / gender
and not due to being basically called a nazi for being a feminist
let’s continue shall we
okay 5 minutes in and he still hasn’t proven that she was denying nazi book burning and not just ,, balking at being called a nazi, which is a serious fucking accusation
no sir (5:30) the “only good faith reading” of this tweet isn’t that she’s ignorant it’s that she’s taking offense to someone saying she follows nazi beliefs
(6:28) being opposed to the medical experimentation being performed on gnc people is not “being aligned with nazis” it’s called a nuanced issue that people come to separate conclusions on for different reasons. feminists are anti-porn bc we see it as rape on tape. conservatives hate porn bc they think women should never have sex. vaguely similar conclusions, completely different motivations and arguments.
(7:12) simply calling lgb alliance an “anti trans lobbying group” is a bit disingenuous lol
(7:59) y’all are abt to downplay eugenics and sexual inversion theory aren’t u
(8:35) yep
(8:52) still haven’t convinced me she said the book burning never happened
(9:45) a quick dig at the guy’s appearance, great, totally normal
(10:16) has this man never heard of paraphrasing as a way of making a statement more concise. jesus fucking christ
(10:30) ok the smallest possible acquiescence to paraphrasing as a concept
(12:00) yea he was definitely racist and a eugenicist :/ we’re not gonna dwell on that tho <3
(12:45) actually we’re actively going to downplay it <3 let’s just call him vaguely “problematic”
(13:32) or because he believed gay people were “born in the wrong body” — that lesbians were secretly part male (hence the searching for sperm), and the opposite for gay men
(14:09) so ur telling us what he ACTUALLY meant. like owowowoow it’s a dog whistle don’t listen i did all the thinking for u type shit
(14:51) is vaginoplasty not a form of sterilization. ur cutting the patient’s balls off aren’t u. so like. ? but i do concede to this one minor point.
(15:27) “yea he was a horrific torturing nazi. but like. not in the way u specifically said so this is all wrong.” so he was the guys coworker and he was a nazi doctor. just not this exact fucking way so it’s all moot??
(15:58) and now he’s directly comparing jkr to a real life nazi again. for making tweets he doesn’t like.
(16:40) STILL not convinced that she was referring to the book burnings as the fever dream
(17:17) THATS NOT SHIFTING THE GOALPOSTS THATS SOMEONE ELSE TRYING TO CONTINUE THE ARGUMENT AND FAILING BRUHHHHH sry someone pulled an argument out of their ass and jkr responded to that nonsense instead of the exact tweet u still seem to wanna talk abt. sorry conversations continue without u. someone ELSE shifted the goalposts FOR u.
quick timeline for ur benefit
> someone: ur basically a nazi
> jkr: what fever dream did u get that from
> someone else: yea trans ppl were literally the first victims of the nazis and every single piece of info on trans ppl was burned
> jkr: what
> someone ELSE: books on transsexuality were burned (something she didn’t deny, just put into historical context that y’all don’t like)
> jkr: are u not gonna mention the person that is doing actual holocaust revisionism here
> malcom: agreed?
(18:37) tweet didn’t say “this book burning was the first act against transsexuals” it said “trans ppl were the FIRST VICTIMS of the nazis” that’s u shifting the goalposts babygirl
(18:50) now ur claiming she said dora never died girl she wasn’t even brought UP in the CONVO
(19:21) but it is the view that this one specific person, whom jkr is specifically rebuking, holds
(19:47) girl this is what i’ve been saying this whole time. normal ppl don’t like when u call them nazis. they may even call ur logic a “fever dream.” weird huh
this is pissing me off fr how dare u call someone an actual nazi holocaust denier based on ur sickeningly bad-faith reading of their fucking TWEETS
(21:05) literally what ur doing right now
also can i point out that the reading of the tweets in such a pissy contemptuous tone of voice is of course going to make someone’s arguments sound stupid. half of ur “proof” here is her tone and what you think she’s saying, not her actual written words.
(21:31) nice actual nazi dog whistle
(21:33) i don’t trust eli erlick bc he is a rapist. he rapes fellow trans people. but carry on i guess.
(21:37) much of what ur referencing is compiled by someone who has raped trans people. great.
(21:50) transvestites are not the same as todays trans people. but carry on i guess.
this is wearing me out man
(24:47) yes absolutely visibly gender nonconforming people were persecuted and tortured and even murdered. a number of them likely experienced dysphoria and may have undergone surgery. does that mean all of those people would identify as transgender if they had that terminology? the citation continues to refer to these people as both transvestites and transgender, as if those are equivalent interchangeable terms. i don’t remember what source this is from. was this passage written by eli erlick, or by an actual holocaust historian?
(26:38) so now we’re actively equating the terms transvestite and transgender. this youtuber simply claimed that the two are the same without proof. i call presentism.
(28:47) gay men were referred to as homosexual. “Homosexuell” (“homosexual”) which is a direct synonym of gay. “transvestite” is not a direct synonym of transgender.
(29:16) miriam ezagui is an orthodox jew who describes her life and her jewishness. she has addressed the role of goblins in jkr’s works, saying that the history of them in folklore may be rooted in antisemitism, but jkr’s characters are goblins. not jews. she describes it better than i do idk find her account.
30 minutes in and we’re defining holocaust revisionism and denial. ok man
(31:32) is that a feminist or just a random dipshit on the internet
(31:43) is that a feminist or just a random dipshit on the internet
(31:46) is that a feminist or just a random dipshit on the internet
(32:27) yep
all done
not convinced. calling someone a holocaust denier is a serious accusation, and this entire video is all either actively choosing to believe she is saying something that she didn’t or taking offense at history being complicated and not fitting into your current worldview.
the nazis targeted jewish people, people of color, the romani, homosexual men, political dissidents, and people who were transvestites. likely more groups of people that i forgot to list. would some of those people identify as trans today? maybe. but you cannot decide that for them.
nazis committed disgusting atrocities at a scale that’s practically unimaginable. and to call a woman a nazi or a holocaust denier because of the way you read her tweets is sick.
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mikanotes · 18 days
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goodbyes are sour
connor x gn!reader — 2.1k words
genre: angst sorta! mutual pining in denial
warnings: mentions of guns and killing, kabedon for the sake of science, connor unreliable narrator LOL u have feelings android man… maybe ooc idk. (wrote this w the idea of connor being deviant since the beginning bcs Yeah!)
synopsis: You meet Connor again. Turns out things are much more complicated when you aren’t working together.
author’s note: hi dbh fic?! i Love connor nd i’ve been writing this for a while (crazy since it’s rly short) but i don’t like it much… anyways whoevers alive in the dbh fandom have this!
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“Detective.”
There’s just something about the way Connor speaks. The cadence, the pitch, the enunciation of each word. It’s painfully evident that he isn’t human. Everything about him is so machine-like that even his perfect, human-like exterior could not fool anyone. However it is something you got used to. Hearing the android speak your name and call you ‘Detective’ back a while ago felt somewhat unsettling. Now it’s so easy to recognize that it almost makes you feel at ease.
“Do you seriously think I’m an android? I don’t wanna deal with those fucking machines, either. I’d be glad if you put a bullet through them rather than me.”
Turns out hearing him fake being a human is ten times more terrifying than his android speech patterns could ever hope to be.
This was not part of the plan.
You were sent with a unit to patrol around the streets for any android who still hadn’t been brought back or destroyed. You weren’t a fan of this whole assignment, but felt better than the rookies who were sent out to shoot humanoid robots as their first field mission probably did.
It would be fine, is what you told yourself, because you didn’t feel anything towards Cyberlife’s creations enough to be completely uncomfortable with the idea of their blue blood on your hands, though it wasn’t ideal. You could manage. Until the first person you came across happened to be the one android you genuinely cared about.
“I don’t think he’s one of them…” one of your fellow officers murmurs next to you. You suddenly become very aware of the gun he, too, is holding and pointing towards the target. Fuck. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough.
At least this idiot’s performance seems to be fooling them.
You wait one second, then sigh on the second, and finally lower your gun on the third. “You shouldn’t be here.” you say casually, prompting your colleagues to relax and the atmosphere to lighten a little. Your heart is in your throat, however. “We’ve got orders to round up every android we see around here. You should go home. This isn’t exactly safe.”
“I know, I know.” he sighs, rolling his eyes a little, “I was gonna leave anyways, thanks.”
Your coworkers mumble to themselves about how disagreeable this guy’s attitude is and it’s enough for them to miss the wink the latter sends your way as he leaves. You almost regret not shooting a bullet through his head.
Still, you sigh in relief, setting your gun back at your side and running a hand over your face. You don’t think you can continue patrolling in peace. There’s one too many questions in your mind and the key to answering them is escaping from your grasp.
You take the phone in your pocket and pretend to get a call, moving it to your ear and looking at the members of your team. “I’ll join up with you later.” you say, gesturing towards your phone. They nod and walk away, and you do the same, feeling more relieved than ever that these people see you as a leader of sorts. They won’t question you on anything. You hurry towards the direction your so-called partner left to the moment they’re out of sight.
A rooftop door, stairs, and more stairs. You’re jogging down like you’re chasing a criminal on the run. You’re down to the fifth floor out of eight when someone grabs your arm and pulls you out a door.
“Wha—” you try to yell, but a cold hand settle over your mouth. Your body relaxes but your expression tenses. Connor. “Let me go,” you mumble incoherently, surprisingly succeeding in getting him to let you step away.
You sigh and shake your head, turning around abruptly. His ‘human costume’ (which really just was a grey suit jacket thrown over what should’ve been his Cyberlife uniform, glasses, and a cap to hide his LED) is already gone, replaced by his usual attire, just missing his jacket.
“What the hell was that about?” you ask, annoyed, pointing towards the staircase (back there, on the roof) and the android simply shrugs. “Connor.”
“I was undercover, Detective. I thought someone as smart as you would recognize that much.” he says, his tone back to normal. You’d feel relieved if he wasn’t being so irritating. “Was I wrong?”
Your face drops. “No. I figured as much. But what for?” you sigh, crossing your arms.
“Same mission as always.”
“Who are you chasing? Did you find the place?”
“I have no reason to tell you.”
It only clicks then that while you know about Connor continuing his mission after being laid off the case, you’re not part of it anymore. He had to be sent back to Cyberlife, and you should’ve been forgetting about him entirely. You’re still DPD, and you have orders to shoot Androids on sight— Which you clearly aren’t following. He’s right. He has no reason to tell you.
Still.
You grab his arm when he threatens to walk away. You’re not sure what you want to say, but you’re not done talking. He lets you. “Connor.”
“Detective.” he says. You straighten your back and sigh, not breaking eye contact. He tilts his head to the side and his LED flashes yellow for an instant. “You’re angry.”
Of course you’re angry. He’s infuriating. There’s something about how logical and dead-set on following every single rule he is that makes Connor the most annoying individual you’ve ever talked to. Everything he does has to be for his mission. Every single thing.
“Do threats work with you?” you ask blankly, “If you don’t tell me where it is, I’ll get Cyberlife to bring you back, and all that?”
When he takes a step closer to you again, forcing your back to press against the wall, and his LED does not even threaten to change hues, you’re taken aback. Just a bit. It’s the same kind of frustrated attitude you would’ve expected from a human after saying what you just did. But not Connor.
He doesn’t seem frustrated, though. And you know he can look annoyed. He just doesn’t. So he must not be. And you want to find what it is he’s doing exactly, stepping closer to you without even saying a word, but your brain feels like it’s short-circuiting at the distance between you two. You know he does everything for his work. Does he think you have new information on deviants? Does he really believe you would call Cyberlife on him? Is he using his stupid interrogation module on you? Whatever it is makes you even more annoyed.
The silence feels heavy. It makes things worse. It gives your brain time to process how this is making you feel and it’s no good at all. “What?” you break the silence, tone somewhat irritated.
“I’m trying to understand the reason why you’re so angry at me.” he explains simply, like it makes sense. His eyes narrow a bit and the LED at the side of his head flickers yellow for a moment. “And no, Detective. Threats don’t work on me. Not when I can tell you’re lying so easily.” he adds, quieter.
“Shut up.” you scoff.
“I dont think I will.”
“Connor.”
“— However,” he interrupts, “I can step away from you at any moment if you tell me to.”
“No.”
“No?”
What— No?! You register the word after saying it and sigh, face contorting into a somewhat pained expression. You panicked and said it, your mind processing his offer as him leaving you again— With no information and nothing to ease your stupid worries. Now it just sounds odd.
Is that embarrassment?
“You didn’t finish what you were trying to do, did you? You haven’t told me why I’m angry yet. Since you apparently care so much.” you say, tone sounding much softer than before. Your apparent discomposure took away all the bitterness from your voice. Interesting.
Truth be told, Connor knows why you’re angry. He’s not letting you in on the details of what he’s doing despite the time you spent working as partners a very short while ago. He’s spent enough time with people, and you especially, to know that after forming some kind of bond with a work partner, it would be frustrating not to receive information about their mission the way you used to from them—
Especially considering he was still chasing after something you both knew about. Jericho. But he cannot tell you about that. Not… Right now.
What he really was trying to do was evaluate how much of a threat you really could be to his investigation. He didn’t sense any hostility before and he doesn’t now, and you could’ve shot him but you didn’t. But it’s not enough. He needs more time— More evidence that it’s fine. That’s why he pulled you here in the first place. That’s why he pressured you to talk.
He needs to make sure killing you isn’t necessary.
“Because I posed a threat to the stability of your current mission earlier. You wouldn’t have been able to shoot me had I been discovered, and your reaction to your colleagues shooting me would’ve jeopardized your job itself.” he answers.
This reasoning would make sense.
“That’s not it.” you sigh.
Your heartbeat is slowing down. No good. Connor leans his arm on the wall next to you and moves closer. Your heartbeat picks up in speed. It’s almost alarming. He can tell all the details about your physical condition and deduce what you’re thinking or feeling based off of them, sure. But he’s no human. The way he views and comprehends emotions is registered in his system in a much more clear and logic-based way than it is in humans’ brains.
So maybe he won’t ever know why your heart beats so heavily against your ribcage. So he just has to pressure the right places and demand answers. He unfortunately can’t allow you to relax. He won’t get anything out of you if you’re calm. You’re much too turbulent for that.
Or maybe he’ll just have to ask. In a normal way.
“Detective, what’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” you scoff, eyes widening. Wrong question.
You seem like you want to be angry but something is holding you back from displaying just how much he gets on your nerves. You sigh deeply and look at him, “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting so weird. More than usual. Why’d you pull me here if you didn’t want to tell me anything? And I’m worried. What if you really did get shot? Wasn’t Cyberlife supposed to deactivate you? They wouldn’t have brought in another Connor this time. You’re off the case, you— You would’ve died!”
“Maybe.”
There’s circles under your eyes. There always are, but they’re more defined now than they were the last time he saw you. Now that you’re actually being honest, your whole voice and mannerisms betray any of your usual annoyed and dismissive facade. He didn’t think you cared this much, though he understands that some humans are quick to empathize. To a fault.
Now it’s clear he doesn’t need to eliminate you at all. Part of him seems to have grown fond of your company. He couldn’t risk that getting in the way of his better judgment.
“I only pulled you here so you wouldn’t pointlessly chase down the streets searching for me, since I made sure no one would follow.” he says, stepping back and giving you more space, “You’re a police officer. It doesn’t matter what you say you’ll keep to yourself or not. I can’t compromise. This is too important.”
You’re hurt, it’s visible. He’s saying he can’t risk trusting you. He figures that must not feel nice.
The sound of the radio attached to your side breaks this prolonged silence with the promise of separation. You take it, eyes not leaving Connor’s, and listen to your colleague speak. You tell them you’ll be right there. You’re not one to be late. He knows you’ll really leave this time— Too far away for him to hope to talk to you again, if anything goes awry.
You turn the radio off and put it back where it was. “Hope you succeed, then.” you say, bitter, and push yourself up to start walking away.
“Take care of yourself, Detective.” Connor says. Asks. The words come out before he can really think. Something about your voice and this whole atmosphere made him… Feel uneasy. Like he needed to say something. If this is how your partnership ends, he doesn’t believe it should be on such a sour note. He cares doesn’t dislike you at all, so why should it?
You stagger a little, seemingly stopping in your tracks, but moving again no more than a second later. “You too, Connor.”
Somehow, goodbyes had never seemed so sad.
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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 3 months
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Some more bittersweet thoughts.
When Al was in the city do you think he had days he couldn't look himself in the mirror bc all he saw was his Father's disappointed face?
Like, his father couldn't belive the boy he raised lovingly turned into a con man. Or even smelled something that his mom always wore or smelled like? Just ended up crying bc he just really needed his parents one day.
But I can't help but think about Seth too. Like when he came back to town around Christmas he said Al almost looked like his dad right? Do you think he couldn't look Al in the eyes some days? He'd get a glimpse of the people who raised him when his parents couldn't. The people that tried to give him what he didn't have, do you think he ever feels guilt clutching his throat?
Almost choking him? Do you think he ever paused and thought of how they would think of him now? The little brown haired boy that had those eyes filled with child wonder, now being so dull and devoid of life? Or the hatred he had chasing him to be spiteful of everything?
I wonder if Boo reminds Al and Seth of Alphonse's parents. Like Boo's cooking taste like Al's mom's, or even their hugs felt like his Dad's. Or even how they sounded for a quick second. You know how sometimes someone sounds like a person you lost and you don't belive it and whip your head to them. Just to see a glimpse of the person you lost just wanting them back?
Or even hearing their voice when no ones home and you can't help but cry bc you just wanted to hear them one last time. I wonder if Alphonse will ever look at those pictures of his parents again. Do you think he's forgetting what they look like slowly? How their voice is? What they're touch was? Would he be as tall as his dad by now? Would his mom still be able to give him a bone crushing hug?
I bet Al has those days he sits and thinks. My parents would have loved them, when Boo does something he parents would have done. Or even in general how Boo changed him for the better, well more like helped him. And if Al ever did marry Boo do you think he would sob bc his parents couldn't be there? Not being able to see their little boy marry someone he loves so much? That impacted his life so deeply? That stuck with him even when shit hit the fan?
Would he have two chairs in the front row for them? Just to have them bc he didn't have the heart not to? Do you think he ever visits their Graves? Or has he not bc the guilt he has weights him down? If he does do you think he talks so much about Boo? Along with everything that happened with Seth? Derek? Just keeping his parents up with his life.
Do you think Seth ever visited their Graves? To apologize for keeping Al away from them? For stealing him away and breaking him down? Do you think he ever misses that warm house in his childhood when things were simpler for him? Before the judgmental eyes and the vindictive whispers caused him to leave it?
I have lots of questions and honestly the more I think about them the more I wanna cry.
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heyiwrotesomethings · 5 months
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hey hey, so trying my luck with the october request.
Since it's spooky time: halloween pumpkin carving date with they/them reader and Miroslava? I miss her. Maybe something like reader feeling jealous bc Miro spends so much time with Itsuki, not knowing that she just helps Miro planning a date she wants to ask the reader out to.
If I get in and you decide to write it: thank you so much!! <3
Carving Out Time
Miroslava Honebami x They/Them Reader
A/N: I just wanna say to the person who asked for that part two to Scholarships that I am sooo sorry it’s taking so long. I just can’t remember what happened in the manga enough to write out something without re-reading that part, but to find the energy to do it is not working out. And now sorry to this person, because now that I’m re-reading the prompt, I’m thinking this might’ve supposed to have been a first date situation and I messed up. Hope you still find it somewhat enjoyable? Sorry if the spacing is as weird to y’all as it looks to me, I’m posting this while in the car on a different device. Word Count: 1,384
“Good morning, Miro!” (Y/n) darted around the corner they had just seen their partner turn mere moments ago, somehow expecting to sneak up on her for a hug from behind, but of course, Miroslava was already staring over her shoulder, golden eyes boring right into (Y/n)’s the second they came into view.
“Good morning, (Y/n).” She replied a small, but genuine smile. “Did you sleep well last night?” She lightly ran a gloved finger over their cheek, “You look tired.”
“I’m just excited that it’s finally Friday.” They yawn. “You know how much I enjoy fall, and the leaves are just right so I’m really hype about spending time with you tonight!”
Miroslava winces almost imperceivably, but having a partner who regularly gambles and is getting better at reading her micro-expressions by the day, (Y/n) mood dampened.
“No way, you have plans? Again?”
Miroslava had been flaking on (Y/n) all week. Worse yet, it was always with Sumeragi Itsuki for some reason. Itsuki was fine, (Y/n) had no real problem with her, but to be put on the back burner for their partner to go off with her doing god knows what time after time made them feel more than a little jealous.
“Yes, (Y/n), I apologize, but I promise Saturday is all yours.”
“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing? Why can’t I come? I promise I’ll stay in the car this time if this has to do with the family “cleaning” business.”
Before Miroslava could confirm that it was not Bami related, Itsuki popped up looking all excited.
“Honebami-san, I got the—“ she noticed (Y/n) standing there and quickly switched gears, something (Y/n) caught and it made them uneasy. “(Y/n), hey! How are things?”
“Fine…” However, the tone (Y/n) was using was indicating that things were indeed not ‘fine’. Not when their partner was once again leaving them high and dry to hang out with the same person she had been hanging out with all week.
Both girls were quite aware of this and had the decency to look a little sheepish.
“So you’re hanging out with Sumeragi again today and I’m not allowed to hang around for a reason you keep neglecting to share with me?”
“I know it looks weird, but it’s nothing bad, I swear!” Itsuki promised.
“Yeah, I believed that excuse the first four times, but now I’m not so sure.”
Miroslava approached (Y/n), placing her hands on either side of (Y/n)’s face, staring deep into their eyes, “It will all become clear tomorrow. I’ll have a car drop by to pick you up. Can you hang on one more day, please, for me?”
(Y/n) tried to hold firm on their position on the matter, but the pure honesty Miroslava’s eyes held made it exceedingly difficult. Finally, they sighed,
“Alright, one more day.”
“Thank you.” Miroslava stroked their cheeks with her thumbs.
“It’s all going to be worth it, you’ll see!” Itsuki chimed in.
(Y/n) managed a small smile, but they still eyed the pair warily. Just what were they doing together that they weren’t allowed to be a part of, nor know about? They went through the rest of the day feeling uneasy, heart clenching jealously every time they would catch a glimpse of Itsuki and Miro throughout the day.
They couldn’t even enjoy the sweet goodbye Miroslava gave them after school that day because watching them leave school together in the same car while (Y/n) was left behind only made the uneasiness and jealousy grow.
They didn’t want to believe something was going on between Itsuki and Miroslava, because their Miro couldn’t possibly do something so distasteful, so heartbreaking, but the more time that passed by, the more the negative little voice in the back of their brain grew. They had another hard time sleeping that night, but not because they were excited about tomorrow, they were anxious for it.
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They startled out of a stressful dream when their phone started to ring and they cursed when they took note of the time. They were supposed to be out the door almost half an hour ago and now Miro was calling them.
“Hi, sorry, sorry, I over slept. I’m getting out of bed right now.” They said a bit frantically, almost tripping in a tangle of covers.
“Take your time, darling. No need to worry, the driver won’t leave without you. As long as he doesn’t want to find himself at the bottom of the ocean, anyway. So just take your time, wear something comfy that fits the weather and I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, sure, yeah, see you soon.” It was clear (Y/n) was still a bit frazzled as they began digging through their closet for something nice to wear.
“(Y/n), I love you, take your time. I mean it. It’s only fair after I asked you to be so patient this week.”
(Y/n) finally slowed their movements, heart melting at how confident Miroslava sounded when she said she loved them.
“I love you too, I’ll be there soon.”
“I’m looking forward to it. See you soon.”
“See you.”
They hung up and less frantically, but no less quickly, got ready to leave the house. They apologized to the driver for their tardiness and sat on the edge of their seat the entire drive to Miroslava’s house.
When the car slowed to a stop in front of the the lavish home, Miroslava was waiting outside in a cute cream colored sweater, sleek black leggings and cream ankle boots. She looked so pretty and comfy. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to hug her!
When they rolled up to the curb, Miroslava came up to (Y/n)’s door and opened it for them, extending her hand to help them out.
“Welcome, my love.” She kissed their cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”
They got a little dreamy look on their face and smiled, “Me too.”
“Come, there’s much to do.” Miroslava grabbed their hand and lead them through the house to the backyard.
“Wow…!” (Y/n) gasped, they marveled at the changes the backyard had underwent since they had last visited.
There were many cute decorations, but the highlight was probably the lattices decorated with orange, black and white fairy lights. There was a projector screen set up along the fence in front of the outdoor furniture, currently playing a Halloween baking show, but (Y/n) could also see an array of movies sitting nearby. The outdoor kitchenette smelled like cinnamon and sugar. On top of the granite countertop were a few pumpkins of varying size accompanied by an assortment of tools and snacks.
“What do you think? It’s not too much, is it? Itsuki assured me it was perfect, but you know I’m somewhat new to all of this…” Miroslava gestured to the set-up, a faint blush dusting her pale skin.
(Y/n) hugged her tightly. “It is perfect, this is really sweet, thank you so much. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time this week. If I had known…”
“I don’t mind, I can understand why you weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy with having to spend time away from you either. Perhaps next time I should at least tell you it’s a surprise for you instead of being completely tight-lipped.”
(Y/n) squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you.”
Miroslava melted into the hug, holding them gently, “I love you too. Now, how about we carve some pumpkins?”
“Absolutely!”
They stood next to each other talking and carving the pumpkins while the projector flickered and whirred. When the pumpkins were all lined up and lit, they washed their hands and took a big bowl of snacks to the couch in front of the projector and cuddled beneath the soft and fuzzy throw blankets, stealing a few kisses here and there. Occasionally they’d look back at the row of glowing jack-o-lanterns and chuckle at the more misshapen ones. (Y/n) would have to make sure to thank Itsuki as well for this later.
Laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs and blankets while the leaves rustled overhead and the scents of autumn and candied apple slices wafted over them, (Y/n) began planning their own special date. The fall season wasn’t over yet after all, and the apple slice Miroslava just bit into gave them the perfect idea.
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2braincellslz · 1 year
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request for billy x (trans?)male reader do whatever you want with it >:3
Tell Me, Sweetheart.
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Desc: you, your friend, and Billy hang out for the day after ditching school. After a bit, Billy gets you alone he tells you how he really feels in a unnaturally soft moment.
Ship: Billy Hargrove x Male Reader fluff
Warnings: a very small reference to looking feminine, gets kinda steamy at the end, not reviewed, tread lightly bc I cant remember everything.
Notes: V exited for this. I'm also quiet proud. I might write a second part later if yall want. Probably one of my longest fics. Also, I tried to make it fit in to both Trans readers and Cis so-
Y/n tapped his pencil against the desk. If he had to listen to one more person drone on about their 'historical hero', he was going to lose his mind.
He glanced around the class and noticed that a few faces were missing. Richard who he knew was sick. Linsey who had 'gone to the bathroom' with her boyfriend, Mitch. Keith who was most likely skipping and stoned. And ofcourse, Billy.
Y/n was sure Billy only showed up once maybe twice to class.
Y/N knew Billy. Well, 'knew' wasnt the correct world. He had spoken to Billy maybe once or twice. He complimented Y/ns car once. Y/n had made a joke to his basketball friends and Billy laughed, patting Y/N on the shoulder. Y/N was very proud of that. He would never admit. Hell, if he did admit it, who knew what would happen. Probably, the worst possible outcome. So, the only option was to be his friend. But you couldn't right now while you were listening to fucking Timmy Little rant about Alexander Hamilton.
"Can I use the bathroom, Ms?" Y/n asked, standing up.
"Raise you hand, Mr. L/n. But yes. Make it quick." She waved you off.
You nodded, glancing to your friend with a smile. He smiled back with a wink.
Once out of that classroom, you huffed, crossing your arms. You paced a little bit, glancing around a bit to make sure there was no teachers walking by.
"Hey, man." You friend shut the door behind him.
"Hey, dork. Wanna hit up the mall or a convent store?" Y/n asked, walking with your head down as he pulled out a pack of new cigs.
"Mall. Definitely the mall." You handed your friend a cig before pulling out your own.
"Mall it I- oof" y/n had walked in to something. Something? No, someone.
He quickly backed up, looking up. "Eh, sorry uh..." it was Billy. Why did it have to be Billy?
"Sorry Billy." Y/n said, staring at him.
"Hey, dont worry about it." He smiled, taking one of your cigarettes. "Light?"
"Oh yeah." Y/n pulled out his lighter, holding it up for Billy.
"Thanks." And then he left.
Y/ns friend watched as Billy walked away and then glanced over at you.
"Really? Billy?" Y/ns friend (who's name was Justin) knew about your interests. Knew you were fruity.
"Shut up!" Y/n laughed, shoving Justin away. "What's wrong with Billy?"
"What's wrong with Billy? What isnt? You have no chance and even if you did shoot your shot, he would... well."
"Yeah, But hes pretty." You smiled and you both burst out laughing.
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Justin and Y/n sat in YNs car. Y/n groaned as he tired the key again only to be met with the sound of the car struggling to start.
Y/n shiged, sitting back in his chair. "Great. My car is dead."
"We could walk?" Justin suggested, also sitting back.
"We would have to walk all the way back here and we would still have a dead car."
"So we are shit out of luck?"
"Yep..."
Y/n let his head fall back with a loud shigh. Might aswell just go back in and stay in class.
Suddenly, there was a tap on YNs side of the car, causing him to sit up, startled.
Yn looked over, expecting a very angry teacher, but it was only Billy. Yn let out a long shigh and fell back in yn his seat.
Billy let out a chuckle. "You need help?" He smiled.
"Yes. God, yes. Thank you."
He steped back and YN steped out. Yn glanced over at Justin. He raised his eye brows and smiled, giggling.
You rolled your eyes and closed the door.
"Sorry. I didnt know the batter was so low. I let a friend borrow it the other day and... well now it's dead... "
"Dont worry about it, sweetheart."
Yn nodded. Then pause. Sweetheart? What was that about? Did he mean it? Was it a joke? Was he waiting for a reaction? Did he think Yn was... no. Definitely not. YN looked back over at Justin who just shrugged. Guess he didnt hear.
YN looked back back over at Billy, setting up the jumper cables. Jesus, who knew such a simple task could look so... Hot.
Billy steped back from the cars and then go in to his own. He started up the car and then your cat was shocked to life.
Billy got out of his car. "There you go, babe. Where are you heading."
Yn watched as Billy lick the back of his teeth. He had such strong eye contact, it was making YN nervous.
"Oh um, we are going to the mall. Probably going to buy something nice or whatever."
"The mall, huh? Mind if I tag along." Billy shut the door and walked around to your car, resting his arms on top of the car.
"Um. Yeah, definitely!" Yn smiled. Yn could felt Justin's eyes boring in to his head but Justin can trip on a knife.
Billy climbed in to the back seat and you got back in to the drivers. You rushed out of the school parking lot, desperately praying to whatever god there was that no teachers saw.
"Mind if I play something?" Billy asked, leaning over the center console to pull out the tape yn had in and push in his own. Rock filled the car. Justin was quick to sing along followed by Billy and YN.
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After a quick drive to the mall, the three of them got out and started toward the mall. YN walked between the two, joking with Justin as Billy took out a cigarette. Before he knew it, Billy's arm was being wrapped around YN's shoulder. Yn didnt say anything, though he felt like he was going to faint, but he did silently tell Justin to 'Fuck off!' When he started giving YN the 'ooooo' eyes.
Billy walked around the mall etheir touching YN, holding YNs arm to show YN something, with his arm wrapped around YNs shoulder, or very close to YN. Maybe he left YNs side once or twice but it was very rare.
YN was dying little by little. A guy the YN had a crush on for some time was finally showing him affection. It didn't help that Justin had taken it apon himself to make it worse for his so called 'best friend'.
The group found themselves in the food court eating the food the Billy payed for. Billy was right next to YN, their shoulders were practically touching. YN payed no mind as he tried to finish his burger.
Billy had finished a bit ago, not getting much else other then a thing of fries. YN watched as Billy glanced around the food court, winking at a group of girls that were also most definitely skipping. YN went back to his food, completely focused of the damn good burger he was practically making out with. That was until he felt a pressure on his thigh. He looked down to see Billy's strong hand resting there, gently rubbing his thumb across YNs jeans.
YNs face was definitely tomato red. He glanced over from Billy to Justin. Justin gave a knowing smiled before going back to his nuggets.
Billy wasnt even looking at YN . He was talking to a blond at the next table over. He gave YNs thigh a quick squeeze, almost telling him the Billy really was here just for YN.
Yn swallowed hard and went back to his burger.
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School had ended by the time you droped Justin off at home. Lucky bastard lived with his girlfriend so he didnt have to worry about nagging parents like you.
Billy had switched seats for the ride home. Arguing that because he would be switching to the front when Justin left, it only made sense that he would take the front. He also called shot gun.
So there YN was, driving back to the school to drop Billy off at his car.
"Hey sweetheart." Billy piped up, turning down the music. "Turn here."
Yn slowed, eyeing where he wanted you to turn. It was a dirt path that led down to the creak. YN and Justin would go there sometimes to get high and skip stones and bitch about life.
Yn shrugged and pulled in to the drit road, driving down a bit till he couldn't drive anymore, being stoped by the trees.
YN stopped the car, Billy was already gone, walking down the path to the creek.
Yn got out of the car, catching up to Billy. They walked in silence down to the creek. Yn occasionally glanced over at Billy who was stone faced, staring forward.
Today was a fever dream. Billy has never talked to YN before today and yet Billy was treating him like his best friend. More then his bestfriend.
The walk to the water wasn't long. Soon, they were sitting by the creek. Occasionally someone would throw a rock in to the water.
"Billy... um, why have you been so... uh..." YN swallowed. He could feel Billy's eyes staring. Yn tried to force the words out of his mouth but the right words weren't there.
"So?" Yn looked over at Billy who wore a soft smile.
"So...."
"Sweet on you?" Yn felt Billy's hand on hid back.
"Yeah."
"Why am I sweet on anyone?"
"You know I'm a guy, right?"
"Yeah."
Yn stared long in to Billy's eyes, waiting for someone to just out from the woods with a camera.
"I did know you swang that way." Yn chuckled, glancing over at the woods. Waiting.
But nothing happened. Yn's smiled fell, his lips parted slightly.
Billy took YNs chin in his pointer and thumb, guiding YN to look at him. "This isn't a joke, L/n"
"Not a joke?" Billy pulled YN closer, their noses just a inch apart. YNs face was burning red. So was Billy's.
"I see how to stare. You arnt suttle."
"You saw?" Your blush darkened.
"Every time you stared at my arms as I leaned over a girls desk. Every time you started at my lips when I smiled. The way you blushed as I laughed at your joke."
"Billy..." Yn mumbled, his voice dropping just below a whisper.
"Tell me. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you need me." His voice was rough, sending shivers up YNs spine.
"I need you. You are so handsome and so perfect. I cant stop staring..." YN mumbled, glancing away from his eyes to his lips. He pulled YN closer, pressing his lips to YN's and a soft and tender kiss.
On of Billy's hands snake around the back of YNs neck, pulling him closer. The hand on his chin left and moved to YNs waist.
YNs arms moved to Billy's shoulders, resting loosely around neck.
Justin is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.
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CR3 EPISODE 64 SPOILERS
(im probably missing a bunch of shit since the episode just ended and im sort of rambling)
i did an oopsie and stayed up till 1 am tonight to watch the bells hells reunion and while i don't regret it, now that the party has been split again, im so sad. i understood they couldn't have stayed but it was still so hard.
deanna and frida especially just... fit too well, and i really really fucking hope nothing bad happens to either of them because mentally i couldn't handle it.
laudna and ashton vying for attention with prism was really funny and accurate because I'd argue that she had more a connection with them both. she still had very good chemistry with orym, so it was funny to see her claim him as a bestie.
i FUCKING LOVE AABRIA SO DAMN MUCH SHE'S PERFECTION. it sucks we don't get to see more of deanna and everybody else bc she has such a good spirit and her chemistry with every single person at that table is unmatched. gonna miss her and chetney as horny but beautifully intimate lovers, and im gonna miss her and fcg bickering, and im gonna miss her and fearne flirting, AND im gonna miss her and imogen's sweet dynamic of faith and understanding and comfort, AND im gonna miss seeing her and frida's unbreakable bond.
christian was a gift like no other, and i almost started bawling when fcg and frida had to actually come to terms with saying goodbye. i hope that frida stays safe, and that nothing happens to fcg, and i want them to be together for a long long long LONG time. it's what they deserve.
fearne and ashton had some...vibes this episode and i dig it because it's more fuel for my poly bells hells harem agenda
IMOGEN AND LAUDNA'S REUNION GOD I WISH THEY'D GOTTEN A MOMENT ALONE BUT THE CHAOS AT THE TABLE WAS TOO GOOD!!!! i am so happy that deanna picked up on the imaudna vibes and did her best to make it known that she SEES their bond. she's just like me fr. i love my witches. (also, i was watching laura the whole time laudna was fawning over prism and it's very funny how jealous imogen gets and poorly hides it behind smiles).
i would have liked to see ashton and Deanna become even closer but sadly we cant always get what we want but what we do have is CRUMBS which i will devour with no second thought.
KEYLETH IS ALIVE ‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ injured but not dead, thank GOD. honestly i don't even wanna think abt vax rn 😭😭 all we need now is confirmation of beau and caleb's whereabouts..
‼️‼️I NEED THE NEXT EPISODE NEOOOOWWWWWWW MATT MERCER ‼️‼️
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