#yeah i know hes cis leave me alone
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my gender opinions are smarter than anyone elses ever
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apparently suki got sexy lamped (i didn’t watch the show but that’s what i heard) and that is one of the worst things that could ever happen to me. suki is snarky and passionate and excitable and bad at making jokes and she is way too cool for sokka but that’s why they work.
yeah what they did to every single girl in that thing is unconscionable but what they did to suki and yue especially is crazy because we’re meant to believe that they’re both #StrongWomen but also going crazy stupid for white devil sokka even though he has nothing to offer either of them, and is not attractive, charismatic, or intelligent. suki doesn’t like sokka because he’s a hot guy with a six pack (couldn’t even type that without snorting. sorry) she likes him because he displays humility, open-mindedness, intelligence, humor, and bravery. none of which he actually displays in natla, for the record (although i guess you could call him telling suki that “they should put a bell on her” humor???? if you’re stupid??????), certainly not humility or a willingness to expand his worldview. he doesn’t apologize for doubting her skill, he doesn’t admit he was wrong, he doesn’t let her feminize him (WHO is this cis white boy!!!), and he doesn’t change his mind on anything.
in fact, SHE is the one who thanks HIM for “showing her the world,” which is obviously crazy if you spend even a second thinking about it. SUKI is the one who firsts presents sokka with a reason to expand his worldview. SUKI is the one who disrupts SOKKA’s entrenched paradigms. the whole point is that sokka knows NOTHING of the world and SUKI is the first person who teaches him something. suki is the first person to show him that being a warrior is not a biologically determined fact, but rather a state of mind. suki is the first person to actually train him formally. suki is the first person who helps sokka to realize that people beyond his immediate family can value him outside of his role as protector/martyr. that she can like him because he’s open-minded and makes her laugh (and certainly not because she’s entranced by his shiny muscles). suki is, in fact, the one who shows sokka the world. yes, they’re both isolated and sheltered when the show begins, and suki’s decision to leave kyoshi island is in large part influenced by meeting sokka, and she does kind of go crazy stupid over him and is the first one to initiate their romance, but she’s still the one imparting a valuable lesson onto sokka, not the other way around.
suki works so well with sokka, like natla very unsubtly points out, because they do have a lot in common as kids who are also the designated leaders and warriors of their respective villages. they understand each other on this implicit level, and they’re both very smart and share a (quite dark) sense of humor, so they’re able to banter and spar and hang out as equals. but they’re also different enough to balance each other out. sokka plans while suki reacts. sokka is cerebral whereas suki is kinetic. sokka is tightly wound whereas suki helps him relax. suki is confident in her own skin whereas sokka is deeply insecure and neurotic. she helps him loosen up and get out of his own head, and in turn he supports her and admires her unconditionally. sokka demonstrates to suki that he would do anything to help her, and suki demonstrates to sokka that he can accept her help and doesn’t need to shoulder every single burden alone out of some perverse guilt/martyr complex. they protect each other, have each others backs, make jokes together, hype each other up. they’re each other’s right hand arm man silly rabbit.
the reason suki is able to forgive sokka for his sexist comments is because he immediately apologizes when she proves him wrong. he humbles himself and demonstrates that he knows he has a lot to learn from her. he then also, after like, a couple hours at most of receiving any kind of formal hand to hand training for the first time in his life, manages to beat her. the thing about suki is that she’s also very proud. even prouder than sokka, if you consider that her confidence is 100% real and not a feigned defense mechanism like his is. and so the fact that she loses to him, even just in this one moment, does force her to reevaluate him. like, he’s obviously full of shit when he boasts of his skills (he has no formal training to speak of), we all know that, but he is nonetheless incredibly skilled. and suki has to acknowledge that, because i don’t think anyone who has been learning the form she’s spent her entire life mastering for less than a day has ever gotten the better of her like that before. and it’s certainly not because he’s a boy, or biologically superior; it’s because he’s smart enough to know how to adapt. and that intelligence is demonstrated not only in his skill, but also his willingness to completely upend everything he’s been taught within the span of a few hours.
this episode is in fact crucial for sokka, not because he learns how to fight or because he “stops being sexist” (imo, he’s still sexist, but that’s for another post), but because it demonstrates to the audience how sokka’s mind works, and how fucking impressive he is. i know that it may seem like this episode is just an after school special teaching young boys to be nicer to their sisters (and it is very much that), but it’s also illustrative of how sokka is able to process and synthesize new information and immediately change his mind. i’ve called sokka the personification of the scientific method before, and what i mean by that is that he is constantly absorbing new empirical data into his worldview and updating it accordingly. contrast this mindset with zuko’s, or even katara’s. how many times do they have to have the same lesson drilled into their heads over and over and over again before they actually properly internalize it? i’m not saying that zuko and katara are bad or stupid, to be clear, they’re actually incredibly realistic. sokka is the one who is unrealistically open-minded and intelligent. toph is really the only other character in the gaang who matches his sheer level of brilliance, creativity, and ingenuity.
so the reason this episode is valuable for establishing who sokka is, is just. completely negated by the way he’s portrayed in natla, as just some “hot” guy to ogle over. he doesn’t display his scientific mind, he doesn’t expand his worldview, he doesn’t complicate his own gender identity by wearing traditionally feminine garb, he doesn’t give suki or us, the audience, any reason to actually like him. and when he gets to omashu and starts expressing to the mechanist his aptitude for engineering, it feels completely hollow and unearned because at no point prior has he demonstrated that this mind works in a scientific way. we’re just expected to believe that he’s an engineering prodigy despite being given no prior evidence that even thinks logically.
in fact, everything that is unique and subtle about sokka is completely stripped away by this white devil. he isn’t “the only man” left in the village so he seems absolutely stupid insisting that he shoulders a unique burden. he constantly communicates his deepest emotions so he ends up sounding more like zuko or katara than sokka. he isnt funny, although i think he tries to be but simply lacks any charm. he isnt humble, he isnt depressed, he isnt intelligent, he isnt stupidly loyal and self-sacrificing. he acts more like a jock who magically knows engineering than a nerd who kills people. and suki seems like an absolute fool for being so obsessed with this absolutely worthless white boy, instead of the wonderful, confident girl who knows exactly what she wants and gets it.
meanwhile, yue, on the other hand, IS a girlboss who knows exactly what she wants, and it’s CRAZY. they completely reduce everything that makes her character important by turning her into a liberated woman (despite the nwt still being sexist???) who breaks off her own arranged marriage because she just wasn’t feeling it (even though THIS version of hahn is gorgeous and kind and respectful, so like…… huh??) and is a badass waterbender who talks back to her father. she wears euphoria makeup and a party city wig as she tells us (like she may as well be talking into the camera) that sokka is the hottest guy she’s ever seen (which would make more sense if the guy who played sokka played hahn and VICE VERSA, but i digress) and she loves him for…. reasons??? certainly not because he represents a figure beyond her limited paradigm, and certainly not because he’s charming or kind or makes her laugh or treats her like a person. and certainly not because they both feel restricted by their respective patriarchal duties to their fathers and to their people, because yue doesn’t feel restricted at all, and the extent of sokka’s daddy issues are simply “hakoda was mean to him because he sucks at ice dodging” (which is also crazy, for many reasons). they just feel like two people who were forced together because the narrative demanded it, and not because they have any sort of meaningful thematic connection that deepens both their stories. it’s horrendous.
ultimately, the ways in which these characters (and every character) are reduced are reflective of some incredibly dire patterns in these soulless, corporately produced objects of commerce that barely pass as art. “sokka’s sexism is too problematic so instead we’re going to change every single element of the story so that no one has any sort of objectionable flaws — or depth.” i know i talk a lot about sokka here, but they also massacre aang, and (especially!) katara, and even zuko (even though the guy playing zuko was definitely giving it his all). and azula and iroh and everyone else (except for ken leung and danny pudi who are innocent). they don’t want to create anything nuanced or intricate, but they want to make it marketable, so they advertise it as “appealing to a game of thrones audience.” i’ve always hated game of thrones, but it’s still leagues better than this. in fact, i think it might even be better for women than this. i don’t think it’s that hard to understand a Y-7 nickelodeon cartoon (although the takes ive seen on here do make me wonder…) and yet somehow the writers of this monstrosity managed to get every single facet wrong. distressingly wrong. every time i think about it i get mad all over again. smh
#god. i hate it here#asks#sapphikatara#natla#sokka#suki#yue#analysis#sokkaxsuki#sokkaxyue#also they made suki a nepobaby when like the whole point is that she EARNED her leadership as opposed to sokka#UGH. WHATEVER.#this is already uhhhh. nine paragraphs long#ok bye
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Buggy the Clown - So no head ?
Warning : nsfw, mouth fucking
Genre : smut
Synopsis : "One thought that won't get out of my head about Buggy, in the scene where he keeps annoying everyone/scaring Usopp while he's making explosives, what if the reader decides to "give the guys a break from the annoying clown" by going on a walk with him, but really it's just an excuse to get some time alone with Buggy and uhh get some head, pun intended ;) Bonus points if reader promises to return the favor once Buggy gets his body back." -anon
Reader : male (he/you)
A/N : Part TWO
-cis women dni-
Today had been a tough day for the clown. Spending most of it in a sandy bag or with unfriendly captors.
"Hey ! Morning champ !" Buggy laughed as Zoro arrived.
"I know Luffy made a deal with you to find Arlong, clown, but if this is another one of your tricks-" Zoro warned.
"What are you gonna do ? Bleed on me ?" The clown said, laughing again before Zoro grabbed him by his bandana to hold him above the sea, ready to throw him out.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa ! What ! Because I said bleed on me ? You can bleed on me if you want ! I mean, a deal's a deal, all right ? You want your map back, I want my bodyyy." He quickly spat, laughing once more.
"How do we know you're not leading us to a trap ?"
"Zoro, buddy, honors amongst pirates, right ? C'mon I can sing a nice sea shanty to pass the time ! Ooh there once was a girl with tangerine hair," unbothered Zoro moved back toward the barrel. "Stole my map and left me stranded somewhere, truly a crafty and crooked young lass," Usopp opened it for Zoro to put him inside. "But you can't deny she had a spectacular- Aw ! Right on my nose !" He yelled as he fell inside the barrel before Zoro closed it.
If only it had stopped there. But soon he was put back in the dark and humid sandy bag. Ew. Really ? Couldn't you or someone on the crew dry it a bit ? He's not asking for cushions and blankets, you could at least put him somewhere not sandy. No ? Ugh. Boor.
Then, later, his abuse, as he would call it, continued.
He watched as Usopp worked on his explosives, hands shaking as focused to not spill anything.
"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM !!" The clown yelled, laughing as Usopp jumped, along with everyone in the room.
"Yeah I'm gonna get some air." Nojiko announced as you watched her leave.
"Can you just… be quiet ?" Asked Usopp, hoping to get some peace. He was clearly stressing out of his mind.
"Aw, come on. Where's the fun in that ?" The clown teased, enjoying himself as Usopp's hands shook more. "Do you really think your little toys can get through the skin of a fishman ?" He asked quietly, his eyes never leaving him.
"These are smoke bombs."
"Smoke ? That's rich… Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish." He gulped, imagining the taste in his mouth. God, he was so hungry.
"Maybe if you guys had some extra ?" He looked at Sanji. "Please ?"
You watched them, waiting for any of them to get him something but none moved.
"Ah, screw you guys ! Arlong's gonna bite the shit out of you anyway ! You know you don't stand a chance against him and his army. And you dumb pieces of garbage, you ain't gonna do anything against that stupid- mmhf mh" before he could continue Sanji had pushed a full tangerine in the clown's mouth, shutting him up efficiently.
"New guy shuts up the clown head."
Buggy tried to cough it out, to say something but couldn't, struggling with the fruit in his mouth.
"Okay, enough." You said, getting up from the table and pulling the tangerine out of Buggy's mouth, ignoring Sanji's and Usopp surprised stare.
"Puh ! Thanks handsome." He said with a wink, clicking his tongue after stretching his jaw.
"Let me take care of him. You're coming with me."
"I'm gonna eat ?" Buggy said with wide excited eyes before squinting them at you.
"Kinda."
"What are you planning ? What's your deal." He asked, suspicious. All of the strawhats avoided him, already annoyed by him before even having said something, even the new guy couldn't stand him anymore and suddenly one of them was down to keep him ?
Smells like bullshit to Buggy.
"Yeah, [Name]. What's up ?" Usopp asked, no longer focused on his explosives.
"You guys are clearly on your toes around him for whatever reasons so I'll keep him, I don't care."
"Whatever reason ?" Repeated Sanji.
"Why ? [Name]." Usopp asked, confused.
You shrugged.
"I like him. He's fun."
"You hear that boys ? I'm fun ! Clearly a taste you lack."
"He's fun ?" Repeated Usopp, frowning. Really, he wasn't getting it.
Buggy smiled and laughed loudly as Zoro walked back inside with Luffy.
"What's going on ? Why is it laughing like that ?" Zoro asked.
"It ?" Buggy said, immediately stopping laughing.
"[Name] wants to keep the head." Usopp immediately answered, speaking over the clown.
"[Name] said he likes him." Sanji added, making you scoff. These two…
"Look at him, he's all cute." You said, grabbing his head to rub your cheek against his. You and Buggy smiled together awkwardly with your teeth showing, wide eyed, as if you were trying to smile for the first time ever. Was that your way of trying to be convincing ?
Zoro and Sanji raised an eyebrow while Luffy and Usopp tilted their heads to the side.
"C'mon, guys, he has nobody, no body and stayed in a sandy bag, I would've been bored out of my mind as well. And pissy as fuck."
"He gets me !" Buggy said. A little bit more and there'd be fake tears as well. "And I'm not pissy ! I'm angry and hungry, I haven't eaten in-"
"Can't believe you're taking his side." Zoro simply said, ignoring him, crossing his arms.
"Well, call me too empathetic because I'm gonna care for the sad clown."
"Don't ignore me ! And I'm not a sad clown ! But I'm about to be ! Do you know the last time I ate something ?!"
Zoro hummed while looking at you, still ignoring him, he clearly wanted to say something more but deciding against it. He rolled his eyes and walked away. If you wanted hell then, who was he to stop you from getting it.
"Hey ! Stop ignoring me !"
You turned to face Buggy's head, he had a toothy smile, clearly forced and awkward.
"Don't overdo it or you go back in the sand bag."
"Ugh." Buggy grumbled, his smile falling, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Where are we going ?" He asked as you carefully held him up.
"Outside."
"Ah ?"
"I'm going to teach you how to be quiet." You said with a grin, ignoring your friends' confused stare. What did you mean by that ?
Buggy raised an eyebrow before a smirk invited itself on his face.
"Oh yeah ? And how are you gonna do that ?" He said as you exited the house.
You walked a bit, not too far from the house in case they still needed you but enough to be out of earshot and stopped. You sat down and placed Buggy next to you as you grabbed a tangerine.
He watched you, staring intently as you peeled it. Getting rid of the small white strings on it and opening it in small pieces.
"Here." You said pushing one piece against his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. "This isn't smoked fish but that'll feed y-" you didn't have the time to finish your sentence that he was already eating it up.
"Don't care !" He said in between bites.
Buggy sighed as you made him eat the fruit, finally putting something in his belly after a couple days of not eating. It wasn't much but at least it was something.
"Hey, that's mine !" He yelled as you took a bite, the fresh juice flooding your mouth.
"My hands feed who they want. And right now, they wants to feed me."
"Oh come on ! I've been good ! Sweetheart !?"
"Okay, okay. You've been good." You said, patting his head as he tried to move it away.
You pushed the piece of tangerine back against his lips and he wasted no time eating it. Fearing you would take it away.
"I just wanted a taste, I'm not gonna steal it from you." You said with a small laugh.
"Coming from the person who stole my map, that's rich."
"Your map ?" You looked at him, amused at how he still called it his when it never was to begin with. But before he could retort, you pushed another piece of tangerine in his mouth. He glared at you, debating whether he should try to bite you or not.
"Why are you feeding me anyway ? Not that I'm complaining." He watched you eat another bit of the fruit, sucking the juice in before chewing it.
"Told you. I like you." You said nonchalantly as you poked his forehead. One of his eyes twitched.
"Like me, huh ?" He couldn't believe you.
"Yeah you're cute." You continued, without hesitation as you smiled at him. He stared at you and for a second he was glad his body wasn't there or he would've fallen into pieces at your comment. He tried to regain his composure, clearing his throat and looking away while you still stared at him.
"I don't know if I would call myself cute bu-"
"Why wouldn't you ?"
Your question caught him off guard as he looked up at you. The answer seemed obvious though. His nose. Big round red nose right in the middle of his face. Hello ?
But he wouldn't tell you that. He's not gonna open up to you -or anyone- in the middle of no-fucking-where.
You grabbed his head so you would be face to face and tilted your head.
"Why wouldn't you be cute ?" You repeated. You had to be fucking with him. He chewed the inside of his cheeks, unsure of what to say or do. If he was more than a head he'd push you away but right now he couldn't do that. Only able to stare at you and be glad his heart is too far away for you to hear it beat loudly.
"You seemed upset when Luffy tried to touch your nose, is it about that ?" You finally asked and he looked at you with wide eyes. You better be careful with your words becau-
"I think it's a really cute nose." You said with a grin. "I like red."
That's… not what he had expected. Usually people laugh or grimace at his nose, they don't look at it as if it's… a good thing ? He blinks several time. He wants to retort something mean but nothing comes to mind.
"Can you put me down ?" He asks instead. You hum and do as asked, placing him back next to you.
You continued to give him the tangerine, taking a bite every now and then.
"Aahh" He opened his mouth, waiting for you to give him the last bit. You gave it to him and he thanked you while chewing it, glancing your way awkwardly. Shit, now he didn't know what to say.
"I'm not gonna give you head."
"What ?" You laughed, unable to believe you heard him right.
"Just because you fed me and complimented me doesn't mean you'll get to fuck me."
"Aw, bummer, I was looking to it." You said, still smiling.
"Well. You won't. Plus I'm just a head, so…"
"Buggy. Head." You said staring at him, hoping he'd get it.
"Yeah ? And ?"
"You're exactly what's required to give head. A head. Literally." You said and he stared at you.
"I'm still not gonna give it to you !"
"I wasn't asking ! I was just saying !"
"Aah !" He yelled, frustrated with the conversation and you laughed. "Let's stop talking about it !"
You nodded and stayed silent, your lips still curved into a smile. A minute or two passes before he talks again.
If he had a body, he'd be tapping his feet and pacing.
"Fuck now I can't stop thinking about it." He grumbled.
"Yeah me neither." You stared at each other unsure of what to do.
"Well, you have the dick, I don't, so… get on with it !"
You quickly got up and grabbed the head, pressing it between your legs.
He rubbed his face against your groin, using his nose to nudge against your growing hard on. He generally would've hated to use his nose like this, but he had no other choice, his hands being so far away and unable to touch you any other way. Your humming encouraged him to continue, wanting to hear more of your noises. Feeling your dick twitch inside your clothes against his skin.
You quickly pushed your shorts and your underwear to your feet and Buggy gulped as he breathed loudly at the sight of your dick standing up right in front of him. He looked at you for a second, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features. He was only just a head, after all. Wouldn't he need his hands to please you as well ?
"You're gonna do great, Bugs." You reassured him. "All I need is your mouth right now. And you clearly know how to run it."
He nodded and you smiled, caressing his face before pushing your thumb in his mouth. When you pulled it out, you let your thumb rub against his lipstick, smearing his make up more than it already was.
"C'mon, just get to it already !" He barked, making you snort.
You grabbed his head, pushing the tip of your cock inside his mouth, past his teeth. Feeling the wet and warm walls of his cheek against your sensitive skin.
His eyes never left yours as you slowly moved him up and down your length.
Your whole dick was inside him, tickling the back of his throat for a few seconds, resting there. You could tell he was trying not to choke with how his eyes shone with tears. His round nose was pushed against your pelvis.
"Good boy…" You cooed, voice slightly shaky. "Takin' all of me."
You pulled out and he let out a big huff, exhaling loudly with his tongue out. You wasted no time and pushed it back in with your cock. Making him hum in surprise.
"Ahh…" You let out, closing your eyes as your head hung back. You began to move Buggy's head faster, your hips rocking against his face with his chin pressing against your balls.
You could hear him choke on your dick, trying to breathe or to cough, or both at the same time. But you didn't stop, only to let him breathe from time to time.
Heavy strings of saliva connected the inside of his mouth to your dick as you pulled out, letting him inhale before pushing yourself back in. Making him choke loudly.
"Not- not too loud, or you'll get us caught. Is that what you want, Bugs ?" You breathed out and his eyes widened. The idea of possibly being caught lit something in him. Both wanting and dreading for this to happen.
You could hear the rest of the crew talk loudly and laugh inside the house, blissfully unaware you were fucking the head.
One noise too loud and they would know. Curiously looking outside for the source of it as he gags and chokes on you.
God, he didn't want you to stop, he wanted you to continue and use him as you please. Which you did, fucking his face roughly, smearing some of his make up onto your own skin.
You kept using his mouth as you moaned quietly, you could feel the flat of his tongue move against your cock, rubbing along the veins.
You slowed down despite wanting to go even faster, not wanting to cum just yet. Wanting the pleasure to last a little bit longer.
You allowed Buggy to regain some of his composure, breathing loudly as if he had been drowning. He coughed and cleared his throat loudly while you sighed.
"Fuck, love, you really don't play a-" You didn't give him the time to finish his sentence, pushing back his face against your dick for him to lick. Which he did.
You moved his head slightly to help him lick all of it, from your balls to your leaking tip before pushing yourself back inside his mouth, all the way in. This time he didn't gag.
While one hand remained behind his head to keep him in place, the other gently caressed him under his red and white bandana. You started to move when he tried to swallow around your dick, squeezing it deliciously in his warm embrace.
You found back your old pace rather quickly, fucking his mouth and his throat carelessly while he tried to suck more of it.
You came in his mouth, hot semen shooting down his throat as he choked trying to swallow it without biting your cock off. You remained still for a few seconds, his face pressed against you as you caught back your breath before pulling him out.
He coughed, spitting on himself a little bit as he regained his breath. He looked at you with tears in his eyes from choking so much, trying to blink them away. You helped him, gently and carefully wiping his eyes, grimacing as you smudged some of his make up.
"Oops."
"What ? What is it ?"
"Nothin'"
He huffed and you brought his head to your face, pecking his cheek delicately.
"I'll repay you, I promise." You said, pulling your shorts back on.
"You better ! I'm left all hot and fucking bothered here !"
In Arlong Park, some of the fishmen laughed at the sight of Buggy's body. Not because they found it particularly funny. Although it was. But because they noticed the tent in the clown's pants with wet stain as his hands struggled in their restraints, clearly wanting to do something about it but unable to.
#male reader#m!reader#buggy the clown#buggy the clown imagine#opla#opla x male reader#opla imagine#one piece live action#one piece live action imagine#opla buggy#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece x male reader
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hihi!!
could i request a vendetta leon x male (cis) reader?
maybe a kind of flirty and nice reader, cracking jokes to make leon embarrassed/shy
could turn nsfw 👀
and if so- can leon be kinda dominant but also desperate like i need that man to BEGGGG 🙏🙏
kinda like “please- i cant take anymore teasing, let me fuck you, pleasepleaseplease-“
so sorry if this is a mess
warnings: m.reader, sir kink, leon is kinda pervy, biting kink, begging by both people, old man leon is so silly
word count: 1187
note: i rlly hope u like this anon, got my meds in shape and i can finally write successfully!!!
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you were leon’s cute and energized partner, no one really knows how you two got along since your personalities should basically clash with one another. leon didn’t show it but he knew about your little antics towards him, you would constantly tease him with your physique, you would let your touch linger on him for a bit too long, and you would even laugh at his stupid jokes. leon would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about shutting that pretty mouth of yours up, he constantly laid in his bed at ungodly hours of the night palming his cock pathetically. groaning your name while thinking about what your ass would feel like around his cock, how your mouth would feel, you drove him absolutely insane.
“leon you look terrible, did you sleep at all last night?” you asked, staring up at leon with fluttering lashes, it’s this early and you’re already teasing him!? “when you get to my age, you learn to think about other things other than sleeping.” he mumbled, obviously thinking about the way he came into a pair of your boxers that he had stolen from you. you let out a hum before stepping closer to leon, “what do you think about at night, old man?” his words got caught in his throat, what the hell was he going to tell you? ‘yeah i think about you choking on my cock while you beg me to flood your mouth and ass with cum!’ of course not!
“none of your business, kid.” he leaned in closer to you, making you smirk proudly. “do you think about me leon?” leon’s face starts to burn, he stood up straight while quickly turning away from you. “of course not, why would i ever-“ “don’t lie to me, leon.” you giggled making him still, he swore he was on the verge of passing out. you turned to you with an embarrassed look in his eyes, “i can hear you at night, you’re very loud y'know.”
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leon brought your dirty boxers to his face so he could inhale your sweet scent. he was such a pervert and he knew it, but he felt so good that he couldn’t care right now. you were in his mind always, you were like an annoying fruit fly that wouldn’t leave him alone. every pump of his hand made him groan loudly, promptly waking you up in the process. “what the hell…” you mumbled, thinking that someone must’ve stubbed their toe or something, but your guesses were very quickly proven wrong by leon calling out to you.
“fuck…so fucking tight, kid, fuck.” leon moaned out in ecstasy, your smell engulfed his senses making his whine into your stolen boxers. you pressed your ear against the wall to hear more of him, your own cock started to get painfully hard at the lewd sounds leon let slip from his mouth. you palmed at your sensitive cock, trying to keep it calm and to feel any type of friction.
leon sped up his movements, his hips bucking up to meet his hands, he was so desperate to reach his release that he continued to get louder. he didn’t care if he was loud right now, all he cared about were his filthy thoughts about you. “fuck baby, i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me fucking cum- fuck!” leon’s back arched off the bed as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, he stroked himself through his orgasm, whining and panting like a dog at the overstimulation.
“…shit.” you heard leon curse from your room, followed by footsteps and running water. this would be fun to tease him about tomorrow, you thought.
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leon hissed at your finger slowly moving down his torso, he grabbed your wrist making you flinch. “if you’re gonna touch me-“ he placed your hand over his hardened cock, “touch me right, baby.” leon grabbed the back of your neck to pull your mouth onto his, the kiss was sloppy and desperate. he pressed his cock desperately into your own, it was aggressive and made you whine. you pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on your face, “needy are we, sir?” “close your mouth.” he mumbled while slipping your pants down, fumbling to get his own pants off. he wanted to feel you close to him, he just wanted to feel every inch of your skin in his hands.
“leon, can you sit for me?” you asked, flirtatious tone making leon’s ears go red. be grumbled a bit before sitting himself on the couch, you straddled his lap with a small smirk on your face, he looked at you with suspicious eyes. “hold on to something, sir.” “what the hell are you-“ his sentence was interrupted by a loud moan, as you dunk yourself down on his cock he brought his hands to your hips, squishing the skin in his hands. you held onto his shoulders with a shaky smile, trying to act tough while his cock was kissing your prostate was surprisingly difficult. leon was waiting for you to move, waiting to feel your insides glide around his cock, but nothing.
you were simply grinding his cock inside you, rolling your hips in small circles. leon leaned forward to capture your neck in his teeth, this was better than anything he’s ever imagined, for a moment he thought he was dreaming with how good your insides felt. he quickly got impatient though, trying to lift your hips up only to be met with a smack on the hand. “cmon baby, this is fucking torture.” he whined into your ear, “please let me fuck you, i cant do this grinding shit anymore. please please, pretty please?” he begged, still sucking and nibbling your neck, leaving pretty bruises.
“jeez, been awhile since you’ve gotten your dick wet huh-“ leon thrusted upwards making you moan out in shock, he got tired of waiting, he was going to go crazy if he didn’t have you right then and there. “god baby, you feel so good…so fucking tight f’me.” he groaned still pounding up into you, each thrust earned slutty moans and whimpers. you locked your arms around leon’s neck, trying to kiss him but he pulled away, “nuh uh, how do you ask?” he's so mean. you whined at his tone, you felt yourself get closer to your high, you were shaking and practically pleading with leon. “p-please kiss! i-i wanna kiss you wh-while we cum! please?” you begged making him smile, he quickly pulled your mouth into his with a groan. your body trembled as your orgasm tore through you, your back arched, chest hitting leon’s as you finally let go.
leon let you cuddle into him, he wrapped his strong arms around your shaking body. he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, drawing shapes into your back with. he smirked to himself, he let you simmer down for a second so he wouldn’t overwhelm you, he still hasn’t cum yet. plus, he still has to teach you a lesson about teasing him, he didn’t forget about that part at all.
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A BREAK FROM STUDYING
A Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman x Cis Female reader Y/N fanfic?
TBH this is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still figuring out the formatting. This story is smut based... like heavily smutty and gross so you have been warned. If you like it enough for me to make it a series let me know!
NOW TAKING REQUESTS!
CONTAINS: age gap, daddy k!nk, cream pie, mild squirting, public(ish) sex.
CONTEXT: You have been working with Jimmy in the mail room for years now and have always had a puppy love schoolgirl sort of crush on him since you first met, but always thought it wasn’t reciprocated. Now, one night, he shows just how badly he’s wanted you this whole time while you try to study for the bar exam.
I only had another week left until the bar exam and I spent most of my time either working in the mailroom of HHM or studying in doc review. Howard had been supportive enough, allowing me extra time to focus on my studies, all while also paying for my school costs — even if it was just through the local community college. Go Suncats! Honestly, this had been the most support I had ever received. Maybe if I grew up having more support, I would be going to Harvard instead.
“Heya y/n.” I heard the familiar raspy and pitchy tone of Jimmy as he leaned in the doorway of doc review, where I hunched over a textbook, an empty coffee cup, and a tear-stained notebook.
“It’s like — almost midnight. What are you still doing here?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my pen and paper.
I heard his footsteps get closer and the chair beside me pull out and creek as he sat beside me. “I have my reasons.” He answers in a half-assed manner.
I turned to face him, the dim lamp highlighting his playful smile and I felt my core grow weak and mushy for him.
The first time I had met Jimmy Mcgill I was working in the mail room, trying to get a job as an assistant or a paralegal for one of the partners. Freshly twenty-three with a bright and optimistic view of the world — full of drive and childish ambition. I was so focused on work and starting classes that I hadn’t taken any time to unwind — let alone care about boys or dating or anything like that. But the first time I met the mysterious brother to Chuck Mcgill, I’ll admit it was like I became a sappy, sick puppy dog. Sure, he was older — a little bit of a loser. But I was weak for the funny pathetic underdogs. Not to mention he was flirty and funny and fed into my childish delusions of how I could “fix him.” I flirted back, wore short skirts, wore the hoop earrings he complimented once, and wore my hair loose and fun. I tried. But for some reason, it never went past harmless office flirtation. I assumed maybe it was the age difference. Maybe he was uncomfortable with being with someone as young as me. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing but not giving in to temptation with me.
Now I was almost twenty-seven, and though the schoolgirl crush had dulled a little, there were times when I would catch myself looking at him like he could move heaven and earth. Like in this moment as he sat next to me in the dimly lit document room. So I cleared my throat and turned back to the papers in front of me.
“Admit you just missed me.” I teased as the smallest of smiles tugged on the corners of my lips.
“Objection. That’s hearsay.” He teased back, leaning closer as he slid my favorite energy drink across the table with a single finger — the condensation leaving a small streak of liquid on the wood top. “Some of us went out for drinks, and I noticed you weren’t there. Ernesto said you were here studying.”
“Yeah, yeah he came and asked if I wanted to go but —” I shrugged, motioned to all the school work displayed in front of me.
“You work too hard. You should take a break and come back out with us.”
He carefully takes the pen from my fingers, puts the cap back on and sets it aside. It was a subtle and simple thing he did but I felt my skin grow warm.
“I wish I could, but — I just have a lot to study still, and the exam is —”
“ — a week away.” He interrupts me. “Which means you have time to take one tiny break out of your evening to have a little fun and destress.”
“I don’t know, Jimmy.”
“Oh, come on, y/n. It’ll be good for you!” He inches so close I can almost taste his cologne and the head and shoulders 2-in1 shampoo. “Come on — for me?”
And with that, I knew. I knew he knew that I had a stupid schoolgirl crush on him and he was using it against me, and fuck — it was working. I tried to fight a smile, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed pink.
“Fine — whatever,” I said, slamming my book shut. “but only because you seem so desperate.”
He stands up with the dumbest grin. “See? That’s my girl.”
I stand up, fixing my skirt that had ridden up, my thigh exposed past my thigh-highs, maybe even a bit of my black panties. I wasn’t thinking much of it until I caught a glimpse of Jimmy eyeing me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. It was unexpected, unfamiliar. He had looked at me before in a more appreciative way. This time it seemed more lustful, more desperate even, and it caused my chest and legs to grow hot. I could feel wetness going in between my legs, and for a moment, I got embarrassed.
“I just, uh — I just have to put this stuff in my car, and then we can —” As I was talking, he moved closer, not helping my flustered state. I stopped in my tracks, looking up at him.
I was about to say something. I was about to walk past him and run out of the room but his hands slid around my waist and I nearly forgot how to breathe. His bottom lip was pressed by his teeth, his brows furrowing in what looked like deep thought. Though it wouldn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about.
“Jimmy —” I said, his name barely above a whisper.
“Look — am I totally crazy for thinking that you — that you want me?” He asked, head tilting just slightly as his eyes didn’t leave my own. “If I’m making shit up in my head tell me now and I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if I’m right —”
I was so thrown off guard. This whole time I thought he didn’t want me. This whole time I thought I was too young for him or that maybe I wasn’t his type. But here we stood with his grip around my waist firm and hungry and waiting for direction.
“I —” I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me so bad in this moment he couldn’t even hide it. Without much thought, I got on my toes and pulled his neck down into my kiss. He let out a pleasantly surprised whimper, his grip moving down lower to cup my ass as he pulled me into his bulge. I could feel it stabbing me and twitching. I let out a soft and involuntary moan.
“I wanna feel how wet you are.” He groaned into my ear, sliding his right hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers on the outside of my soaked panties. He smiled, placing a rather fervent kiss on my neck and biting my skin gently. “Fuck — you’re so wet. You’re dripping.”
“Mhmm — you make me that way.” I practically moaned the words as he moved my panties off to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me, the wet sounds loud and affirming just how badly my body wanted him.
“Come here.” He pulled his finger out of me, making me whine in protest as his hands wrapped around my waist to hoist me on the edge of the table.
At this point, I was panting, aching, my pussy pulsing for him to touch me. He shoved his index and middle fingers in his mouth and lubricated them with his own spit before shoving them into my soaking pussy without so much as a warning. I gasped, smiling, laying back on the table as he positioned my legs over his shoulders.
At first, he started off with a gentle, slow rhythm. In and out. With every push of his fingers, I could feel him pressing against my walls, making my back arch. “Faster.” I pleaded. And with that he was picking up the pace, ramming his fingers into me with force and speed. I couldn’t even handle it, my legs tried to shut as I began to feel overstimulated, but he pried them open and continued to finger-fuck me while I wiggled and writhed on the table beneath him.
I let out a loud moan that was followed by his hand cupping around my mouth to stifle my pathetic little noises. I had forgotten where we were and that anyone could just walk in and see us this way.
“You like that? Do my fingers feel good?” He was getting off on making me feel good, it was easy to tell. He was boosting his ego by making himself feel good by making me cum all over his fingers.
“Mhhhmm” I mumbled under his hand as my eyes opened and looked up at him.
“God — you’re so beautiful.” He said, staring down at me. “Be a good girl and don’t get us in trouble, okay?” He laughed a breathless laugh as he lifted his hand from my mouth. “You’re getting wetter.” He said with a pleased smirk.
“I’m so close, Jimmy, please —” and with my pitiful begging, he finger-fucked me harder, this time with three fingers while his other hand played with my clit. “I — I’ll make a mess.” I confessed, more like a warning.
“Good.” He said, not slowing his pace or showing me mercy as my body tensed and my back arched.
“Fuck — fuck I’m coming —” I squealed, wiggling around as I started to squirt just a little in between every push of his fingers — my wetness drenched his entire hand and forearm. He just kept going, too, making me moan and writhe around, all pathetic and out of control of my own body. It felt good, though, to not be in control for once. My mind wasn’t thinking about the bar exam, bills, or moving up in HHM. Truth be told, it was just thinking about Jimmy and the way he was making me feel.
“Ah fuck — you’re so sexy.” He said, taking his drenched hand and slowly pulling it away from me, pressing it to his mouth and licking the tips of his fingers. “I knew you’d taste so good.” I grinned a little, out of breath and panting on the table.
My eyes wandered to his disheveled hair and his cocky smile, then to his soaked hand that reached into his pants and pulled his erect cock out. He didn’t even need to hold it, it just stood there on its own — ready.
I slowly sat up on my elbows, practically drooling over his cock, which was bigger than I had imagined. “I want you to fuck me with that.” I confessed, looking back up at his glazed-over eyes.
He didn’t even say anything. He just grabbed me by the waist like he did before and flipped me over on the table with my ass and pussy exposed. I stuck my ass out just a little more, begging for his cock. But before he stuck it in me he kissed me down from the back of neck, down my spine, and then left a little bit on my ass cheek. Then without much warning he was shoving his hard cock into my still-soaking wet pussy. I gasped and groaned, tilting my head back at the feeling.
“Ah — fuck.” he nearly whimpered, already breathing heavily as he started off with a slow and steady pace. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to the top back of my head while he said, “I want you to call me daddy.”
I let out a soft whimper in understanding. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said, fucking me harder and shoving his cock deep into me, ramming into my walls and making me whimper with every thrust. His left hand came up to the back of my head and tangled in my hair as his right hand gripped my waist firm in place as he continued to fuck me.
“Just like that, daddy, don’t stop.” I moaned, banging my hands on the table with nothing to hold onto.
He gripped my hair harder, lifting my head up as he thrust into me even more fervently — nothing but the sound of our whimpers and moans and skin slapping together.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned, reaching his hand from my waist to my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusting. It only made me moan and shake more.
“I want you to cum inside me, daddy.” I confess, biting my lower lip.
“Yeah? You want daddies cum to fill you up?”
“Please daddy — please cum for me.” I begged, barely able to get the words out.
He picked up the pace to a new speed I didn't even know anyone was capable of reaching, moaning and groaning and sweating all over my bare ass until he made a pathetic whimper sound then the next thing I knew he was emptying his load into my raw pussy — filling me up with his warmth and sliding his cock almost out of me but not quite. I could feel his cock twitching as he continued to empty himself inside me. The feeling of his cum made me even more hot and flushed.
“Holy shit.” he huffed, slowly removing his now flaccid cock from me. I turned over my shoulder to look at him looking at my cum-filled pussy with an arrogant smirk across his face. He was fucking proud of himself.
I was about to ask for a taste of his cum before we heard footsteps near the mail room. We frantically got ourselves dressed and I rushed to fix the desk and open my book back to make it look like I was still studying. Jimmy fell hard into his seat, hair all sweaty and slightly curled as he zipped up his pants.
Two cleaning ladies came in with their cleaning cart, staring at us with confusion. “Hola, ladies.” Jimmy said, with a simple wave of his hand. “You can, uh, skip this room tonight.”
They looked at each other, nodded, then walked out.
Jimmy turned to me with an amused expression, eyes moving down to the now cum-soaked chair I was sitting in and laughed a little. “Guess we should have let them clean.”
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Ok so I was hoping for a jake sully x male reader
Takes place between 1 and 2 (let’s say he didn’t get with natrei )
For the plot so the reader is with the science team he came after the war and he has an avatar body and norm tells jake that the reader wants to learn the way of the navi (like he did in the first film) and so the story is jake teaching him everything and thay both slowly fall in love but the reader thinks he can’t be with jake as a Navi ans than jake tells him about how awa can put him in the avatar body forever ( I love a good slow burn )
You are one of the Omatikaya Now - Jake Sully x Male! Avatar! Reader
God I had a field day with this request, absolutely loved writing this and it felt so good. I hope you enjoy it and I really did take on the slow burn fanfic style, this is pushing a good few thousand words.
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!
I stood next to Jake within the pathway of Navi, Avatars, and the few humans that were escorting the rest of the humans back to their transport ships and off of Pandora. They had destroyed Home tree, killed the clan leader of the Omatikaya, and lost the war between the indigenous and the colonizers. As the last shuttle was loaded and closed, I looked up at Jake, so much taller in his Avatar form than I was used to. I was assigned to help his team in the Hallelujah mountains, mostly with maintenance of the link units as that’s what I had been brought to Pandora for. I have an Avatar to use if needed or wanted, but he’s been in a monitored coma for months. He looked back down at me and smiled lightly, finally happy with the humans they deemed destructive and not deserving to be here off the planet.
“We did it, hurt like a bitch but we did it.” His voice brought a smile to my face, he always sounded so kind when he talked to me.
“Yeah, we did, what’s the plan now?” His head moved to face forward, thought written on his face.
“I’m not sure, although there are a few things I need to do tonight with the people.” Looking back down at me I knew he was contemplating something, but I figured it was best to leave it alone.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” He chuckled at my response.
“That’s the most fun stuff to do though.” We both laughed lightly while he began to sprint off to the forest line, his Ikran waiting in the trees. I headed back to the main facility and found my way to the link room. Jake was already out of his unit, sitting at the desk across from it with one of the recorders sitting in front of him. The same one I had seen throughout his entire journey of learning with Ney’tiri and the other Navi. I was jealous of him when I first heard what he was brought here to do. I never resented him for it, but I was definitely unhappy when he and Norm would hop into their links every morning knowing he was doing what I wanted to do. I had only confided in Norm and Grace a few times about how much I wanted to be out there and learning. I made sure to stay out of the way of his recorder and his vision, not sure what he was doing with it. When I heard the familiar beep of it turning off I made my way away from the link room and to my private room in the facility.
After that night I never saw Jake in his human body again, only his Avatar form. Once we kicked most of the humans off the planet, we found out that the Avatars could breathe in small amounts of our makeshift atmosphere. It wasn’t really good for them, not surprising given that their atmosphere is so different from ours. So the few engineers and scientists we had left focused on making a reverse oxygen mask that didn’t need to be used constantly for them. After about a week of tinkering and redesigning, we had a functional mask with an attachable tank that filtered and added the necessary elements to the air the Avatars could breathe inside the lab. Even working with things I loved, I still never felt like I actually belonged here fixing the links and workings in the lab. I was missing something, some excitement, a release from the real world. One night I was in the lab late and Norm had just gotten out of his link, coming over to check on me.
“Why’re you up so late? Someone need repairs on a machine?” He had spooked me a little and made me jump in my chair.
“Christ Norm, um no, just thinking too much to sleep, and this is the only place in the building with any good whiskey.” Norm chuckled and sat on the desk next to the bottle I had poured a glass of about half an hour ago.
“Well if you’re thinking, I’m here to listen, we’ve literally been through hell together.” His response made me laugh a bit more, deciding to say something now instead of forever holding my piece.
“I’m missing something, I don’t know what it is, some excitement maybe, something to make me feel alive. I’ve been stuck in this lab for years and never felt this way until a few months ago.” Norm looked shocked to hear such raw emotion in my voice, used to my calm and collected demeanor. Unbeknownst to me, Jake was about to come into the link room, coming to check on Norm after a bit of a rough day out in the field. “I wanted so badly to learn the ways of the people, I just wanted a chance to learn what it’s like to be a Navi, one of the Omatikaya. I never got it because I was sent here to fix machines and help the real Avatars do their job.” Tears began to gather in my eyes, I had never thought something would trigger such an emotional response. Norm sat silently, not sure what to say, and Jake was still ducked behind a wall, he felt so guilty for no reason, watching you stay behind and fix things while he went and did what you wanted to do. Rather than say anything, Norm just stood up, and hugged me, not even mentioning any of the tears he felt fall onto him.
“I’m so sorry you never got to do what you wanted to do, you more than deserve it, you’ve done so much for us.” Those words made the tears come faster, I couldn’t control it at this point, god I felt like such a loser, not even able to control my own emotions. After a good few minutes I patted Norms arm to let him know I was good.
“Thank you for this, it really was good to just let that out, I think I’m gonna go to bed now, night Norm.” He smiled lightly to show some kindness, nodding and patting my shoulder twice.
“Of course, good night (y/n).” I left the lab first, headed down the hall and somehow missing the 9 foot Avatar to my left while I turned right. Norm knew he had to look for Jake and talk to him about teaching him the ways of the people, he knew I needed that. To his surprise there Jake was standing against the wall of the hallway, occasionally taking breaths from the mask, a rather somber expression on his face.
“Hey, I was actually coming to look for you, we’ve gotta talk about something.” Jake looked down at Norm, then to the floor.
“If it’s about (y/n) I already have a plan to help him. I overheard the whole thing and I’m going to help him learn the ways of the Omatikaya.” Norm was wide-eyed, he never thought Jake would’ve heard them talking.
“Good, that’s one less thing to talk about, how about a chat about the mission today then?” Jakes ears perked up a bit, reminding himself why he’s here in the first place. They went into the link room to talk for another hour, all the while Jake was still planning how to help me learn the ways of the people.
Come the next morning, I woke up the blaring alarm I had become accustomed to scaring the shit out of me in the morning. Groaning and turning it off I sat up in bed, ready for another day of random fixes and sitting around doing nothing. A knock on my door spooked me, when it persisted I told them to wait a minute while I threw a shirt on. Opening the door I was graced with the sight of a blue abdomen, glancing up I saw Jakes smile.
“And what do I owe this early ass knock on my door for?” I really only had one eye open, and it was squinted shut slightly due to the bright lights in the hallway.
“You’ve got an Avatar right?” I was very confused at this point, but nodded my head. “Good, go get some coffee and breakfast then hop in a link, we’re exploring today.” Now I’m even more confused, but I continue with my morning and head to the cafeteria to get my coffee and plate of breakfast. Once done with that I go talk to Max about my Avatar.
“Hey Max, I need a favor.” He turned around in his chair to look at me.
“What’s up?” I didn’t really know how to phrase it without sounding weird so I just went for it.
“Jake told me we’re exploring today and I need my Avatar pulled out of his coma.” Max was stunned, I hadn’t used my Avatar for probably a year, everything being much easier if I just used an oxygen mask.
“Um sure, it’ll take me half an hour or so, I need to run vitals and check some things, I’ll let you know when you can hop in a link unit.” Nodding my head I went to find the giant blue alien that told me to do all this nonsense. Calling for his name I eventually realized he was sitting on a skylight we had over the cafeteria. Putting on an oxygen mask I went outside and climbed up to the roof, walking over to where he was still seated.
“Hey (y/n)! Why aren’t you in your Avatar yet?” I sat down next to him and explained that he had to be pulled out of a coma for me to use. “Wait, you haven’t used your Avatar in like a year, how often do you do external repairs?”
“Oh quite a lot, but the tools are all human sized and they refused to get me an enlarged set so I just put on an oxygen mask and deal with it.” His expression changed after hearing the company didn’t get the one thing I needed to do my job properly. “But Max is checking vitals and making sure the Avatar is fine right now, I should be getting a text or something from him soon that he’s ready.” Almost immediately after I finished my sentence, Max told me to get to the link room. “And there’s my cue, see you in a few.” Standing up I began to walk back to the edge of the roof and the ladder. Pulling my oxygen mask off I realized that I had to go through the proper Avatar training again because it’s been so long and groaned. Making my way to the links I saw Max standing at one.
“(Y/n)! Over here!” A picked up my walking pace to make it over to Max quickly. “Alright, I’ve got this one reserved for you, do you remember what to do once you’re in here?” I rolled my eyes a little.
“Of course, I had Grace teach me, remember? It’s a little hard to forget anything that women taught me.” Max chuckled and agreed quietly before heading to the observation room to help me adjust once I got into my Avatar. Laying down on the gel bed and putting the metal cage down I grabbed the top and did the same, starting to let my mind go blank. It was weird to feel the reconnecting of my subconscious to the Avatar. Waking up I put my hand over my eyes, not used to the bright light of the room. One of the scientists came up to me and started doing my physical and checking if everything was working appropriately. Once I was cleared I realized I was still in the medical outfit they put me in before my Avatar was put into a coma. Asking for one of the outfits they had prepared for me when I first landed here they handed one over. Getting dressed quickly I made my way outside and headed back up to the roof where Jake was still where I left him. Only this time he was laying down and clearly passed out. I made my way up to him and kicked his thigh.
“Wake up Taruk Makto, you said we’re exploring.” He sat up quickly and took in my appearance. I may have not used this avatar for a good long while but the natural muscle I had from the Navi DNA was clear.
“Holy shit, I know they used your DNA to make the Avatar but it really does look just like you. C’mon, we've got a lot of stuff to do.” He stood up and called for his Ikran. As it landed in front of him, Jake mounted it and reached out a hand for me. Not hesitating, I grabbed it and climbed on behind him. “Hold tight, we like to fly fast.” I scoffed at her statement.
“Yeah sure, I really don’t think you can fly that fast Sully.” Jake chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, signaling for his Ikran to take off. As soon as it’s wings we’re in the air I realized the enormity of my fuck up and very quickly clung onto Jake. All he could do was laugh at my reaction while I just buried my face in his shoulder, too scared to look down. Once we reached a higher altitude the Ikran slowed down a bit, leveling out as it only needed to glide now.
“A bit more of a warning would’ve been nice Sully.” He laughed at me again.
“If I recall I did warn you and you just scoffed at me.” I huffed back at him before looking to see us floating above the trees and headed towards the Hallelujah mountains. And just as I started to let go of Jake I very quickly held onto him again as he nose dived into the trees.
“You mother fucker! Warning next time!” His laugh was barely audible over the wind whipping across my overly sensitive ears. Landing on a very large branch of a tree he looked back to me still clung to his back.
“You can let go now, we’re on solid ground, well, solid tree.” Moving my head away from his back I let go and slid off the Ikran, sitting down very quickly on the branch and cherishing that it was not moving. “So are you just gonna sit here forever or am I gonna show you around?”
I glanced up at Jake who was standing behind me, hands on his hips. “Gimme a minute I’m still processing that I almost died twice cause of you and your shenanigans Sully.” Squatting beside me he put a hand on my shoulder.
“Get used to it cause if you wanna explore Pandora you’re gonna experience a lot of close calls.” I sighed and looked over at him.
“Really?” He nodded and confirmed by repeating what I said with less inquiry. “Well shit, alright where are we going next?”
Jake didn’t even answer me, simply stood up, grabbed my hand, dragged me back onto his Ikran and began flying again. We went to the place he was chased by the angry thanetor, then to where home tree once stood where he explained what it used to be like to be there with the people. Next to Mons Veritatis to see the unbonded Ikran in their home amongst the Hallelujah mountains. We flew over the tree of souls, I being an outsider to the Omaticaya couldn’t step foot on the sacred grounds. It was so much to look at and enjoy that by the end of it I had gotten used to flying on an Ikran, feeling the wind whip across my face and Jake's consistent nose dives he did to scare the shit out of me. Landing back at the main facility I let go of Jake and got off the Ikran, before I left I asked him something.
“Jake?” He stopped what he was doing before to look down at me.
“What’s up?” I was fiddling with my hands, nervous to ask but wanting an answer.
“How possible would it be for me to become one of the Omaticaya? I know it’s a hard ask and something that is maybe too selfish given what they’ve been through recently but I-“ Jake cut me off before I could keep rambling.
“I’ll ask Mo’at, as the Tsahik she has final say.” I nodded and muttered a thanks before he took off into the dark Pandoran night. Jumping off the roof I snuck my way into the Avatar bunks, taking up a spot for my own. Falling asleep comfortably knowing I might get the chance I always wanted made me all that more excited to wake up tomorrow. Coming out of the link I opened it and sat up, how could such a wonderful world be out there and I let myself be stuck in here for years?
I made my way out of the link room, passing by Max who was passed out at a desk, monitoring my brain activity while I was in my Avatar body. I grabbed one of the spare blankets Grace kept in her desk and draped it over him, then headed to my room to tuck in for the night. Climbing into my bed I passed out rather quickly, even being in Avatar form the whole day was exhausting.
The next morning I woke up to my alarm, damn near punching the clock to turn it off. I groaned and sat up, almost forgetting what I asked Jake about yesterday until there was a banging on my door.
“HOLD ON I JUST WOKE UP!” It stopped quickly and I shuffled my way to the door, eyes still heavy with sleep and opened it to see Jake standing there again.
“Finally, c’mon get into your Avatar, you need to talk to Mo’at.” I groaned and just nodded before following Jake to the link room and to the same one I used yesterday. Hopping in I was barely conscious enough to form any thoughts that would prevent my link from working. Waking up in my Avatar body I sat up and saw Jake sprinting into the bunks, searching for me.
“Over here numb nuts!” I shouted to him before he came and threw me over his shoulder. “Jake what the fuck are you doing?!?!”
“I said you gotta talk to Mo’at, that means in 10 minutes, we don’t have time to walk at your pace.” I grumbled and just accepted my fate of being carried by him. I would never admit out loud that it was kind of nice to be carried like this, considering I got a great view of Jake’s body. He dropped me right next to his Ikran, climbed on and dragged me on quickly, reminding me to actually hold on this time. We took off even faster than yesterday and I just held on even tighter, knowing that Jake really was rushing to get me to Mo’at. We made it to the small cave the remaining Omaticaya had found within the Hallelujah mountains to stay in. Jake dragged me through the Na’vi and all the way to a tent set up in the back of the cave to where Ney’tiri and Mo’at were talking. I had heard of Ney’tiri from Jake many times and every time I heard of her I grew more and more jealous that she spent more time with him than I did. Reaching the tent Jake walked in with me right behind him, still confused as fuck as to what was going on.
“Mo’at, Ney’tiri, I see you.” He used his hand to signal something from his forehead which they returned.
“Is this the dream walker who wishes to learn?” She gestured to me as Jake stepped aside to give them a full view of me.
“Yes, this is (y/n), he wishes to do what I have done, become one of the people.” I nodded and tucked my ears, confused, tired, and somewhat scared of her threatening aura.
“He seems weak and scared, are you sure he is strong enough to do what you did?” She asked Jake as she began to walk around me in a circle, observing my body, grabbing my tail and running a hand along my arms.
“Yes, I am sure he is strong enough for this.” Mo’at gave an approving hum, continuing to examine me before she took something from her necklace and pricked my arm. I hissed at the action, it stung more than I was expecting.
“JakeSully, you will teach him our ways, teach what we have taught you, you are Omaticaya, if you seek help, Ney’tiri may offer assistance.” When her name was mentioned she looked me up and down and over to Jake, her eyes widened and softened when she looked at Jake. She likes him, I knew it the moment I saw her look at Jake, I felt anger boil inside of me but tried so hard to put it down while in the presence of the Tsahik.
“Thank you Mo’at.” She nodded and went back to sitting next to Ney’tiri discussing what they had before. Jake just grabbed my arm and guided me out of the tent. He had his own up in one of the higher parts of the cave, it was small but homey. “Put this on, I’ll be outside.” He threw what looked like a loin cloth at me before stepping outside.
“Jake, you say put this on, but this isn’t clothing, it’s a strip of animal skin.” He chuckled and popped his head back in.
“Yep, and that’s what you wear when you are one of the people, now stop whining and put it on.” I groaned but did as he said, leaving my entire uniform in his tent before stepping out and looking at him, rather uncomfortable with the situation. “Great, first things first, we’ve gotta toughen up those feet and you’ve gotta learn to ride a horse.” He just jumped down and expected me to follow him, I groaned again and did as he expected. We ran through the cave and back to his Ikran, he hopped on and I followed suit before he took off to a pasture. Many different horses were wandering about and grazing, some with young and others without. Hopping off the Ikran, Jake ushered me to follow him. Showing me how to bond with the creatures of Pandora, Jake hopped onto the dire horse and performed tsaheylu with it. I watched in amazement as he began to do what he did with the Ikran and command it to move mentally, then verbally to show me how he did it. This was only the beginning of the process. Over the next few months, Jake taught me every custom, practice, fighting and hunting style he could think of, he even started to teach me the language. In that time my love for him only grew stronger. I wanted to be near him more and more, have him somehow teach me more things, just spend time hunting so I could be with him. By the end of the third month I had done everything Jake could teach, all but three things. Taming an Ikran for my own, and taking part in the ceremony where I will be reborn as one of the people. As for the third, Jake still refuses to tell me what it is, I can only make educated guesses based on what I have learned so far.
We rode dire horses up to the point that they could no longer traverse, instead using the dangling vines and sturdy islands to make our way up to the home of the Ikran. We made it to the final stretch, a waterfall covered passage with a thin walkway where I would have to plaster myself against the wall to not fall.
“You got this, c’mon, peace of cake considering what you’re about to do.” I gave Jake a look before following him across the thin strip of rock. Coming out on the other side there was Ikran of every color, staring down and beginning to hiss at us for invading their home.
“Well now we’re here, the fuck am I supposed to do?” Jake chuckled and turned around to speak to me more clearly.
“Firstly, you have to find the Ikran that wants to kill you the most. Second, use this to wrap around the jaw to keep the mouth closed, it’ll save your life. Third, if something goes wrong, I’ll be here to get you out of there, got it?” I was still stuck in awe at the first thing he said to me.
“I’m sorry, it’s gonna try to kill me?!?!” Sighing Jake put his hands on my shoulders.
“Yes, now are the instructions clear?” I groaned in response before nodding and mumbling a yes. “Great, get out there and kick some ass, and try to get an Ikran to make tsaheylu while you’re at it!” Pushing me into the more open area, I was greeted by many different hisses in all directions. I already had my rope unraveled and swinging slightly to give me the upper hand once I found mine. Walking through the crowd I kept my eyes focused, waiting for the one to hop out and try to attack me. Many Ikran stepped up and jumped back or flew away quickly once I hissed back at them. I had hissed back at probably 15 that didn’t want to fight back, and then one started to circle me.
Bright yellow and green with splotches of blue along its back, it stepped ever so closer to me while still circling. We hissed back and forth a few times before I started to get closer to it.
“Let’s go motherfucker.” Running at the Ikran I managed to get behind it rather quickly, wrapping the rope around its jaw and pinning the wings to the ground, doing my best to not hurt it.
“Tsaheylu (y/n)! Tsaheylu!!!!” Jake screamed from behind me, reminding me that I had to bond with the damned thing. Grabbing one of the tunnels I tried to pull my braid from behind me to bond quickly, but got smacked in the face by the Ikrans head. I almost let go but tightened my grip quickly and pulled myself back up, initiating tsaheylu as fast as possible. Both our eyes shot wide at the bond, and suddenly it calmed down and stopped trashing underneath me. I pulled the rope off its mouth, gently draping myself over its neck and head, taking a breather.
“As much as I’d love to tell you that you get a break, the first flight seals the bond and is super important. Get going soldier!” Jake shouted from behind me once again, reminding me that there’s more to the process than just bonding with the damn thing.
“Fine, fine, I’ll try not to die, but if I do, you gotta tell Max and Norm.” Jake gave me a panicked expression when he realized he would have to tell them if I died.
“You better not, Max’ll kill me!” I laughed and began to move with myIkran to the edge of the cliff. Internally telling it to jump and fly, it did so, hopping off the cliff and starting to flap its wings. We dropped slightly but gliding was pretty easy compared to getting a horse to move. I started doing turns and dodging some of the floating mountains, Jake soon appeared behind me, riding his Ikran.
“So, how’re you liking flying?” I looked behind me for a second to see Jake, shocked and less scared now that I knew where his voice came from.
“It’s a lot more comforting having me controlling the Ikran than you.” He gave an offended gasp at my statement, quickly moving closer to me to have me see his face. “What it’s true, you fly like a maniac.”
“Hey, maniac or not, I’ve had a lot more practice than you.” He pointed an accusing finger at me, making me laugh. It was early in the morning when I tamed my Ikran, and later that evening was the ceremony for me to become one of the people.
Flying back to the floating island the Omaticaya had settled in, I landed and followed Jake back to the tent with Ney’tiri and Mo’at.
“Tsahik, he is ready.” Jake announced as we walked in, I signaled to both of the ladies while saying “I see you” in their language. I got a look of surprise from them both as they hadn’t seen me since that first day I showed up in my military uniform.
“It appears he is, before dusk you will become one of the people.” I bowed in response and thanked her, following Jake out of their tent and back to his on the other side of the cave.
“Well would you look at that, in just a few months you’ve gone from nerdy dream walker to one of the people. It took me a lot longer, you’re a fast learner.” Jake gave me a good few smacks on the back as a “good job”.
“Thanks, I had a good teacher, a handsome one at that.” He turned back around at my second comment, confused by what I said.
“Did you just call me handsome?” I realized what I had said, and just nodded with mildly flushed cheeks. “If you think I’m handsome, what else do you think of me?”
“W-well I think you’re a good teacher, a great soldier, really strong and intelligent…” I started to trail off after Jake got closer and closer to me.
“Oh yeah? Anything else you wanna add to that list? You’re getting awfully quiet.” At this point Jake was leaning over me, on his knees, hands cornering me against the back of his tent and the floor.
“Um, I don’t really know if I should keep adding to that list, your ego might get too big, or something else.” Jake somehow managed to get even closer, mere inches from my lips, I was breathing heavily, not sure what to do.
“Jake, (y/n)? It is time to prepare for the ceremony.” Ney’tiri came around the edge of the tent and inside right as Jake got off of me and sat beside me, trying to hide what he was doing before.
“Oh, right of course, I’ll leave you to it then, she’s a gentle touch.” Jake leaned over to whisper the last part before leaving the tent.
“Hello Ney’tiri, what do I need to do for this?” She sat down a bowl with white liquid in it, a few rags and another bowl with water.
“Nothing, I will do everything I need to as you are, just sit still.” Nodding, I let her get to work. I felt her grab one of the rags and dip it in the water to wash me of any dirt or other filth. Then she dipped her fingers in the white bowl and began to trace my skin in very circle-like ways until I had been covered almost entirely in the white paint.
“Jake, you may come back inside. You taught him our ways, you must walk him to the ceremony.” Walking back inside, Jake gave a look of surprise, I guess he’d forgotten what it looked like to be covered in the same paint.
“Of course, thank you Ney’tiri, I’ll see you there.” She nodded and exited the tent as Jake came over to help me up. “C’mon, we’ve got a lot of Na’vi out there waiting for you.”
I stood and followed Jake out of the tent, down to the center of the cave where all the Omaticaya were gathered. Standing before the Tsahik, Mo’at put both her hands on my shoulders and muttered something in Na’vi I couldn’t hear. Soon every member of the clan had a hand connected to me or through another person already touching me. After the ceremony, Jake grabbed my hand and dragged me to our Ikran. We flew to one of the rivers to let me rinse all the paint off, before he had me get back on and begin flying again. We made our way to one of the sacred sites where a tree was connected to Eywa.
“This is a place of memories, where the people connect to Eywa to see their loved ones, speak to them, relive memories.” I gave a gasp of awe at how beautiful it was, running my hands through the dangling branches. “And now that you are one of the people, you may choose a mate. There are many of the Omaticaya to choose from. Great hunters, warriors, singers, cooks, mothers and fathers.”
“There are many yes, but I don’t want any of them, I know who I want.” Jake turned to glance at me over his shoulder.
“Well, if you know who you want, you should ask them, don’t let me stop you.” I moved closer to Jake, putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him around.
“The man I want must also choose me.” Looking him in the eyes I noticed his softened greatly while he stared into mine.
“He already has, just waiting for you to make the first move.” Grabbing my waist, I pulled Jake into a kiss, long and full of emotion. We let go for only a moment to catch our breaths, before going right back at it. Sitting down, Jake on top of me, we mated that night, before Eywa, in the sacred place.
I woke up in my link, not sure what to do now, I had mated with Jake as my Avatar, but now I had no way to be with him without this stupid fucking link. I walked back to my room and cried for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than one hour. I fell asleep like that and woke up to my alarm the next morning, still sad and not sure what to do. I walked back to the link room, getting into the one I had grown familiar with. My human body had suffered because of the training and spending almost all of my days with Jake in my Avatar body.
Hopping in and reawakening in my Avatar, I was back in the cave with Jake, not sure what was going on. He was still asleep, but I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep with him unless I wanted to end the connection to my Avatar. I waited for probably another hour before Jake woke up, smiling when I saw him open his eyes and look down at me, instinctively wrapping his arms tighter around me.
“Jake, I have a serious question.” He leaned back from me.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I could feel the tears surfacing, it was gonna be a stupid answer and a lot of “well tough luck”.
“Is there a way for me to fully be in my Avatar body, forever, without having to get in the link every morning? I don’t want to pretend that I’m fully one of the Omaticaya when I’m still a dream walker to all of them.” The tears bubbled up and Jake leaned down to kiss my eyes, leaning back to smile at me.
“Yes, there is definitely a way to make that possible, what did you think happened to me?” I guess I never really thought of it, I just assumed he was still using a link somewhere else not in the main facility.
“Really? Can we do it tonight?” I sat up and straddled his lap, excited now to be able to join him forever as an Avatar.
“I’ll have to talk to Mo’at, we should be able to.” My tail was wagging behind me like a puppy about to get a treat.
“That’s great, thank you Jake.” I leaned down to lay on his chest, hugging him as well.
“Of course honey, of course.” That evening Jake took me to the tree of souls, where once again all the Omaticaya were gathered for me. Walking my human body, fully awake and Ney’tiri carrying my Avatar, they laid both me and my Avatar down at the tree beside Mo’at.
“Eywa, we wish to take all that he is and bring it into this body, please allow him to pass through your eye and return safely to us.” That was the last thing I heard as I was suddenly taken from consciousness. It felt like I was in an empty void for a few minutes, walking through and trying to find someone, anyone, hell anything. Then suddenly I saw a bright light and followed it out of the void where I awoke again under the tree of souls, Jake, Mo’at and Ney’tiri standing above me.
“What’s going on?” I asked and Jake grabbed my face to kiss me, a surprise but a nice one.
“It worked, you passed through the eye of Eywa, you’re in your Avatar forever now.” I looked down at my hands, sure enough, blue as the day I first linked with my Avatar. I was finally going to get the life I always wanted.
#jake sully#Jake sully x male reader#Jake sully avatar#Jake avatar#avatar x male reader#avatar (2022)#james cameron avatar#avatar (2009)#avatar
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27. "I'm pregnant" With DickTim (but perhaps both are very much cis and the person who said it is drunk or got hit on the head or idk)
it took me a sec to figure out what i wanted to do for this prompt; and then when i did, how to execute it, but. i had a lot of fun writing this prompt, lol. i hope you enjoy!
“I cannot believe the love of my life would betray me like this,” Dick says, pressing his hand to his heart, dramatics fueled by the way Tim’s eyes are dancing. “How could you, Timmy?” His voice wavers with suppressed mirth.
Tim bites back laughter. He’s unfairly pretty, wearing one of Dick’s old university tees over lounge pants; face flushed pink with both amusement and the wine they’d been drinking. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“No— I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you! But you— I can’t recover from this.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, baby, but—” He blinks rapidly, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye. “It’s over.”
Tim clutches his hands over his chest. “You can’t leave me.” There’s a flash of something playful and wicked on his face before his eyes go wide and round. He steps forward, clutching at Dick’s arm with one hand, the other falling over his stomach. “I’m pregnant.”
Dick chokes. “You’re—”
They stare at each other for a moment, and then—Dick’s not sure which of them cracks first, only that they fall into each other, both of them shaking with laughter as they sink to the floor.
Eventually, their mirth fades; giggles slowly coming to an end. Tim lets go of Dick’s arm so he can pull it around his shoulders, settling against Dick’s side. Dick slips his hand under Tim’s t-shirt, cupping his hip and stroking his skin with his thumb. Tim hums, resting his head on Dick’s shoulder, tipping back to look up at him.
“Love of your life, huh?” he whispers, stroking his fingers over Dick’s forearm.
Dick’s face warms. “I— Well.” Dick is an affectionate person, especially when they’re alone. There’s nothing he loves more than to wrap himself around Tim and remind him—physically, verbally—that he loves him. Call him a sap, a sentimental fool, he doesn’t care. But—hearing the joking phrase echoed back at him… it trips him up, a little.
Tim’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles. It’s a soft, sweet smile, one reserved for Dick alone. It never fails to make him feel all gooey inside. “You’re the love of mine, too,” he murmurs, turning so he can smear a kiss on Dick’s neck.
Dick would swear his heart was doing quadruple somersaults in his chest. “Yeah?” His voice is almost embarrassingly breathless.
“Yeah,” he whispers, reaching up to stroke over Dick’s cheek.
Dick leans into it, then turns to kiss Tim’s palm. He lets the kiss linger for a moment. Then, he scoops Tim up, manhandling him into his lap; earning a startled intake of breath and then a surprised, pleased smile as Tim winds his arms around his neck. Dick cups his face, peppering kisses all over it, until Tim is shaking with giggles again.
Then he stops, nose against Tim’s cheek, lips at his jaw. “So… about that pregnancy,” he says, leadingly.
Tim huffs a laugh. “I can’t get pregnant, Dick. You know that.”
Dick sucks a kiss into his jaw, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that gets him. “I dunno, Timmy,” he murmurs. “Won’t know unless we try, will we?”
Tim grips his shoulder with one hand. The other tangles in his hair. “You— You know, you might be right. Might, uh. We might have to try a few times. Just to make sure.”
Dick’s hands slip under Tim’s borrowed t-shirt. “I vote we start now,” he says, trailing his mouth down Tim’s jaw.
Tim gasps again, fingers tightening in Dick’s hair. “Motion granted,” he says, and tugs Dick’s head back to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.
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#this is kinda messy im sorry xD#also it might be on of the silliest things ive ever written xDDD#thank u for the prompt!#deepwithintheabyss#asks and answers#tauriawrites#tauriawritesfanfic#dicktim#dcu
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Warnings: Transphobia, sexism, misandry, bad therapist and Bear dudes ( jokingly)
In my country, there are no gender therapists, and the psychologists not only refuse to help with transitioning, but also, due to the laws and other issues, often persuade individuals against transitioning.
It was two years ago, and my mother was worried about me. She thought I was mentally ill because I wanted to be a boy. So, she decided to take me to a therapist/psychologist. I’m not sure which one that person was. Anyway.
It was my first time visiting any kind of therapist. I was very nervous. However, because my mom had told me that the therapist, an old cis woman, had experience working with transgender individuals, I wasn’t worried about it. I was mistaken.
So we went to her office and sat down. She asked my mother to leave, and then we were alone.
She was trying to be kind at first. This is a little bit of our conversation:
- Hi, what should I call you? What gender are you?
Me, living in a binary society, dressing as a boy, acting like a boy, and my mother just told her that I want to be a boy : Just call me Dayan, and I am a boy.
Then she asked questions because she was not sure what that meant.
I told her: But they said you have worked with trans people before
She said: No, not really. It was just one person and not even like you. (That was a trans woman.)
Yeah, she told people she is trans-friendly to make money. Anyway, we talked more, and then, suddenly, she got angry.
She said: Why do you want to be a man?! Men are ugly! They are as hairy as gorillas! They smell bad! They are always horny! They are rapists! They are garbage!
I was in shock. I had never heard that shit before, and she was a fucking therapist! I thought therapists were smart! What the hell was that?! She hates all men?!
I am gay, and at the time, I had a crush on a bear dude (he is my BF now), and the things she said made me so angry and upset.
Also, don’t worry, ma’am, I am not going to transition into your husband!
Do you think she was a queen herself? No! She was an ugly old lady who doesn’t know how to dress!
After she said that, I became the therapist! That woman certainly needs one. I told her not to hate all men and that hairy, horny dudes are okay. But if they smell bad and rape people, that’s not okay. I taught her to be respectful and also educated her about trans and non-binary individuals. I was talking for about 3 hours!
Seriously, I was the therapist. Then the lady told my mother that I am okay and not mentally ill. Yes, that’s obvious, bitch. And she took an amount of money equivalent to three days of my mother’s work from us for just three hours. Sure, she did help a little, but it was me acting as a therapist for her the entire time!
I am worried about her male clients and the men in her life. Also, what are you going to tell your transfeminine clients? To not be like you,bitch?
#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtq community#transgender#transmasc#trans man#trans#transguy#therapist#bad therapy#misandry#sexism#gay bear#this is my real life#she was a bitch
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dialogue prompts
hi! I’m Ellis, I’m a college student that that apparently keeps landing myself in bizarre situations and I cope by making prompt lists out of them. they’re usually hilarious and great for short fics, so feel free to send me a number with a character/ship/dynamic, or even just a fandom that you think fits
“Is this about the fax machine? Because if it is, my vote is we put a bullet in it.”
“I don’t need to hear about any of your sex lives. I’m talking to you specifically.”
“Why are you all in the hallway? Is that a dog?”
“Do they remind you of someone?” “Yeah, me when I was that age, I was hoping you wouldn’t mention it.”
“I’m going to steal someone’s kneecaps.”
“Someone just barked at me in the grocery store parking lot.” “Go see who it is.” “You asshole.”
“Why are you standing like that?” “They’re autistic, leave them alone.”
“It’s been like three months. Why are you a different person?” “Catastrophic change and trauma, babe, don’t worry about it.”
“Every day my interests become more and more like a middle aged father’s.”
“Do you want to come build a chair?” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Why do you talk so much about cannibalism in this class?” “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Everyone gets excited about boobs!” “I honestly don’t think that’s true.”
“Do you need the heat pack more?” “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you limped home, I think you need it more.”
“Some guy just mistook me for a cis man, this is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”
“You went to Catholic school? I would have thought you’d gone to public school and then taken a hard left into satanism.”
“Did you have a Voltron phase?” “No, why?”
“You know how I would literally rather die than ask for help?”
“Do you have time for me to have a gender crisis on you or are you too busy?” “Oh, no, this is happening.”
“Dude, they took your door.” “Your door privileges have been revoked.” “What the fuck?”
“Oh my god, quit it with the mother henning.” “If we lose the kid I’m blaming you.”
“Do you have a reason or are you being a nasty cynic?”
“So he’s better than you.” “I’m okay with that.”
“Did you just call me to tell me the person who won Jeopardy! has my chronic illness?”
“I regret asking.” “Why would you ask an autistic person about their hyperfixation when you don’t want an in depth answer?”
“Insane question, but can I put you in hell?”
“If one more person gives you public recognition for a thing I think you’re going to set yourself on fire.”
“Holy shit, you’re like a vampire.” “In all seriousness, you should see someone about that, that’s not normal.”
“Did I just sleep for 16 hours?” “Roughly, yeah. How are you feeling?” “About how you’d expect.”
“Where are you? Oh you’re having floor time.”
“Your taste in men is seriously questionable. If you only want his dick I’m sure we can figure out something else.”
“You need to crash your car right now.”
“Don’t make me pull rank at 6 in the morning again, I’ll die.”
“Are you crocheting right now? God this is such a weird group of people.”
“I got called an anarchist again.” “By the same person as last time?” “Nope.”
“Are we going to talk about what happened back there?” “No, why, what happened?”
“My mom has apparently kissed more women than I have.”
“You goddamn whore!” “What happened?” “She lied to me!”
“Of all of us, I think you’re the most likely to be a vigilante. Like a journalist by day, crime fighting hero by night.” “Like Spider-Man?” “Exactly like Spider-Man!”
“What’s going on?” “There might be a squirrel in the building, let me get back to you.”
“Don’t flirt with me while I’m holding a knife.”
“So imagine you’re a bisexual woman and you want to go to a strip club.”
“You scare people.” “I’m literally the nicest person alive.” “I watched you yell at someone last week.” “And?”
“The group chat is rioting.” “Oh my god.”
“We’re stealing your dog. She’s ours now.”
“I’m going to use my powers of being everyone’s favorite to get out of this.”
“I don’t associate myself with my birth name because no one called me by that name growing up.” “Have you perhaps heard of therapy?”
“My professor thinks I need an emotional support bird.” “No, I know you need an emotional support bird.”
“Okay, so they’ve got some trauma they need to work through. What’s driving the rest of you?”
“I ended up with the straight up rainbow one. Maybe straight is the wrong word. Anywhom-”
“You met this man a week ago, what do you mean you’re in love with him?”
#ellis writes#writing prompts#prompt list#dialogue prompt#send prompts#fyi I am willing to write for just about any fandom I’ve ever been in#I love good omens and doctor who in particular#but I will also write for Star Wars stranger things or others#I’d be willing to give TMA fics a shot
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On A Rooftop: König x Reader
So I’ll be honest, I had a very shitty Christmas and I wrote this to comfort myself. It was originally gonna be my oc and König but I decided to make it reader insert instead, just to see how I do.
Reader’s gender is never mentioned.
I also want to mention @itsagrimm for writing really helpful advice for German dialogue. I hope I got his accent correct. If not feel free to let me know so I can improve on it.
If you have any suggestions for fics, let me know. I’ll only be writing gender neutral/nonbinary, cis male or transgender reader fics because there’s already tons for cis female readers.
The cigarette hangs loosely between your fingers. It’s been a long time since you felt compelled to smoke, but after the night you had, you needed to feel the burn. You needed to feel anything else other than the dull ache that rippled throughout your body, the emptiness that ate at you. You tap the cigarette, dropping ash onto the concrete below. Here on the rooftop, the wind whips at your back and you tug your coat a little closer. The sky above is an inky black and seems to stretch on forever. You stare up at the empty sky, arms draped over the railing, your boot tapping against the ground, a nervous tick you never grew out of. Below you see the other soldiers going about their routines in the barracks, and you know you should hurry up and stub your cigarette out so you can carry on with yours, but you can’t find the will to move.
“Liebling?” A familiar voice sounds behind you.
You take a deep drag of your cigarette and exhale slowly, almost deflating before you speak. “Yeah?”
König hesitates before slowly approaching, his boot steps surprisingly soft against the concrete despite his towering height. You see him lingering in the corner of your eye, his black mask fluttering with the wind. If it weren’t for his helmet, it probably would’ve flown off by now. He lifts a hand, looking as though he’s about to touch you, before it drops.
“Geht es dir gut?” He asks.
You tap the cigarette again, and this time the ash lands on your boot. You shake it off. “Yeah,” you say, “Just tired.”
König’s head tilts to one side. His hands clench and unclench by his sides before he speaks again, “You’re not.”
You turn to look at him. Your boyfriend meets your eyes, and in the darkness they’re almost black, staring at you with an intensity you’ve never seen from another person before. But König is like that all the time, he’s a man constantly drawn tight like a bow string about to snap, his body rigid and always geared up for a fight. He charges into battle with a ferocity that’s almost terrifying, leaving you wondering if it’s going to be the last time you see him. Even when you’re alone together, like this, and hands wander and lips linger, he’s still so stiff, like he’s unable to relax completely, even with you. And you can’t deny that that stings, but it’s not what’s upset you tonight.
Your tongue runs over your teeth, debating on what to say. Your head dips, the cigarette spills more ash onto the ground. It’s almost a nub now.
“Do you have more of those?” König says, nodding at the cigarette.
You reach into your pocket and pull out the packet, along with your lighter. König takes one and pulls his mask off along with his helmet, setting them aside on some battered crates left out on the roof. He pops the cigarette into his mouth, holds the lighter close while covering it with his other hand to protect it against the wind, and flicks it on.
The light illuminates his features. High cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose, a square, stubbled jaw and a long, silvery scar that curls over his cheek and ends at his chin. His lashes are thick and dark and look stunning against the brief orange glow from the lighter. He’s a breathtaking man, your König, and as the flame goes out and he takes a deep, slow drag of the cigarette, you’re reminded of just how lucky you are.
You only wish your family could see that.
He breathes out the smoke, tickling your face with it. “You get annoyed when I say the same to you,” he says, “When I tell you I’m fine when I’m not.”
You drop your cigarette and stomp it out, just so you have something else to focus on. “I know,” you say.
He leans against the railing. The pose seems relaxed enough, but you can tell even in the dark that he’s tense, his arms folded over his chest, jaw clenching as he mulls over his words. “You came back from leave and didn’t seek me out,” he says.
You bite your lip, ducking your head again.
“When I called to ask how your family was, you dodged the question,” he continues, then looks over at you, brows furrowed, “I take it… There is not good news?”
You let out a shuddery sigh, your hands shaking against the railing. Your stomach churns as you think about what happened earlier that week.
“We… I’m not exactly on the best of terms with them right now,” you say tactfully. You watch as Soap strides across the courtyard, his bag slung over his shoulders and a huge grin splitting across his face when he spots Ghost lingering nearby. He’d been waiting for Soap for over two hours, but you doubt he’s going to tell Soap that. Still, watching Soap yank the taller man into a tight hug is a welcome distraction from your troubles. You wish your own family had welcomed you as warmly.
“I’m sorry to hear that, mein Schatz,” König says, his hand reaching to squeeze your shoulder. Even through his leather glove you feel the heat of him and it makes you shiver.
“I don’t want to go into it,” you say, because going into it means explaining that your family thinks König is a waste of time. That he’s not good enough for you, and more importantly, not good enough for them. Their blatant disregard for König as a person, despite everything he’s done for you, makes your blood boil and your stomach twist in knots.
“That’s fine,” König says, “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
Your stomach turns again. You don’t know if you’ll ever be ready to tell König what happened. You clasp your hand over his own and hold him, taking a deep breath. “I love you,” you say.
He regards you curiously, one eyebrow lifts slightly. “Ich liebe dich auch. But you know that.”
“Yeah,” you say, giving him another squeeze, “It’s just nice to say it out loud sometimes.”
His expression softens. He moves closer, tossing his own cigarette aside so he can wrap his arms around you. His lips find yours, and you taste the smoke on his breath and the energy drink he’d downed earlier. It’s not exactly what you read about in love stories, but the taste is so distinctly König that it makes your head spin. You smell his minty shampoo and the gunpowder that clings to his uniform, feel his heat against your body as your lips roll gently over each other, nice and easy. His fingers cradle your face, his stubble scratching your skin. When he finally pulls away he leaves you feeling breathless, your entire body warm and floaty.
“Stay in my room tonight,” he says huskily, “Not to liebe machen, but so I can hold you.”
“You want to snuggle?” You say, a smile tugging on your lips.
“I want to snuggle.”
You kiss him again, your hands sliding over his waist. “Yeah. Let me grab a few things and I’ll meet you in your room.”
“Don’t be long, liebling,” König says with a smirk, taking a step back, “You know how I love your arms around me.”
He grabs his mask and helmet and throws them on before heading back inside. You exhale slowly, your heartbeat fluttering. It doesn’t matter what your family thinks, you decide, you know König is the right man for you. And someday, maybe, you’ll be a family of your own. You smile, warmth spreading through your chest.
Yeah. You’d like that a lot.
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Hey!! I love ur writing for stardew so much. I was looking at ur rules & things u write for. And saw u do criminal minds ??? Like fuck yeaaaa!! I was wondering what ur headcannons would be with dating Spencer Reid? (Especially with him dating a genderfluid / nonbinary person with adhd) Thank you sm!!! Ur work is so amazing!! 😭😭😭
A/N: yeah!!! I do write for criminal minds, mainly the fic im working on is on ao3 and I’m debating on posting it here~ also thank you thank you for enjoying my writing!!!
A/N 2: B R O T H E R I WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING AND TUMBLR DIDNT SAVE IT SO NOW I HAVE TO REWRITE AND ITS GONNA BE WORSE THAN THE ORIGINAL BECAUSE I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE!!!! And I know whoever reads this (not you anon) will be like “why don’t you remember it’s your headcanons” ITS BECAUSE I FORGET JUST AS QUICKLY AS I WRITE LEAVE ME ALONE.
Tw: some cursing, adhd being portrayed by a person that doesn’t have it
Criminal Minds Masterlist
So before I get into these headcanons I do like to point out that I do not have adhd and I also identify as cis so I’m not writing this from a personal pov. Obviously I am going to try my best but I just want to warn people and say that if anything is inaccurate let me know!!
So what I know about ADHD is there is three main types
The inattentive type the hyperactive type and the combined type
And personally I feel like Spencer would know the differences in how it affects you and would behave accordingly.
But we’ll get to that in a second because either way gender-fluid or nonbinary has absolutely nothing to do with how he treats you!!
Like dude is in love with you he doesn’t care about how you identify as long as you’re happy he’s happy and he will always introduce you as his partner or significant other.
Like unless you’re feeling a certain type of way and want to be introduced in that way he is more than comfortable with everything just being neutral.
Like sometimes I think that he does go about these things in a logical way, so I feel like it could be very helpful as well as sometimes unhelpful y’know?
Like there are pros and cons to everything EVEN someone being the most understanding anyone could ever be.
The adhd can however come with self esteem issues and I know sometimes even if you’re proud of who you are and what you identify as, there will be some hard days where everything just seems hopeless.
And while I think he would do his absolute best to comfort you, he just doesn’t understand what you’re going through from a personal point of view.
He does stay with you through it and does whatever you need him to because he high key would feel awful that someone he loves feels awful.
OKAY now onto the adhd aspects
I think the differences between the three types means that there will be different ways that he handles everything.
So for the inattentive type I think he would become more conscious of everything around him that way he can help you whenever you need it.
While yes he wants to help you work on finding ways to manage the symptoms and stress he also knows that it takes TIME and that helping in this way makes everything slightly better for you.
So when you’re together and he can see you’re losing focus he either remembers everything that was said and retell them to you or try to get you to pay attention again without making it too obvious.
Like he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed and he doesn’t want the other person to feel bad or angry so he tries his best.
Or he reminds you of simple things like did you remember to place your keys in this certain place? No? Okay let’s look for them or y’know just put them there to make sure we can keep track of everything
Reminds you to eat
It honestly just seems like he’s a doting boyfriend but I feel like it would feel like much more than that
Like you’re cared for and loved
But also it depends on the type of person you are because someone doing this could also piss someone off and make them feel dumb.
I would hope that you’d be okay with it because it’s not a bad intention but I also understand that sometimes intent and impact are very different things so….
Sometimes gets his feelings hurt because he does like to go off on tangents ably things that he finds interesting and sometimes it’s hard for you to pay attention for an extended amount of time.
Knows you don’t mean it and that he’s used to it due to usually being cut off but it still sometimes hurts.
ONTO THE HYPERACTIVE TYPE
I think that this type would be more difficult for him to help with in my opinion
Like he himself has lots of things to do and has to no time to relax. So him being on the go and you being on the go is just too much.
He still wants to help but helping in this situation is difficult especially because trying to get someone to sit and relax when their mind is racing is almost impossible
Like sitting there thinking about how many things you need to do gets you more agitated and upset.
BUT I think that this type is more comical in a way with him because your conversations are just both of you going off on tangents and interrupting each other.
But it’s not offensive because both of you understand that’s just how your conversations work.
Also I think while it’s tiring for both of you there’s no one upset about both of you being gone all the time because I honestly think in this timeline you would have a job that allows you to maximize and take advantage of your adhd powers.
You understand that he’s just unavailable sometimes and he understands for you as well
I think it makes those days where you can spend all day together that much more special.
Does want to help you control it though, and if you want his help he will find ways that you can relax more because everyone needs a break once in the while.
Now with the combined type of adhd I feel like it’s more….unmanageable than the other two due to it being a combination of things working against each other and together.
Again if I’m wrong tell me (be nice though I’m trying)
And this type causes the both of you distress because he really does want to help but with everything clashing it makes it hard to be okay.
Like according to what I looked up it seems like EVERYTHING is impacted by it.
Like sleep problems, memory problems, self esteem issues, sensory issues, like damn stepping away from these headcanons are y’all ALRIGHT?
This is something that he would be like lmao I don’t know how to help you so all I can do is be here for you if you need something
Which is enough y’know
He is there when you’re breaking down, there when you’re happy. He helps you with your confidence and with loving yourself
Tries to help manage everything but in a less hands on way than the other two types.
Like with one or the other the things that are impacted are very specific things so it’s easier to help(not saying that it’s easy don’t get me wrong) but this impacts a lot more and is more general so it’s difficult
Does his best to be someone you can depend on.
I think he is very helpful with these things because of his experience with his mother
Like they’re not the same thing; adhd and schizophrenia, but like he’s used to dealing with people he loves not being in the best of mental states.
When he is not helping with everything I think in general he is a very touchy person ngl
Like he wants to be on you at all times
Not sexually and sexually like he just likes being with you.
Best guy best bf love him 💖💖💖
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Okay I have something that's probably not going to make it to AO3 so I'll post it here because it's short but sweet and I really like it?
I'VE GOT THE MOVES, A LESTAPPEN STORY.
The both of them wake at the exact same time, each to their own phone ringing.
Max reaches for it sooner than Charles, so he's the first one to hear his agent screaming in his ears.
"I-we what? Who d- Lando? Christ."
At the other side of the bed the same conversation is being held in a mix of English and Italian.
"No we didn't want to co- Cazzo (shit). Non ci credo (I can't believe it). What do we do now?"
They hang up and sigh. The simmetry of their gestures would make them laugh in any other circumstance but they're just too upset to bother.
They look at each other, trying to read the other's mind.
"I'm sorry."
Max is the first one to speak. He knows this is going to affect Charles way more than himself.
"I shouldn't have invited you to that stupid party."
Charles doesn't say a word. The expression on his face is hard to read. He looks as if he wants to speak, but each time his lips part they soon find each other again and no sound comes out.
Max's phone rings once again, breaking the silence.
" It's - uhm, it's Lando. He probably wants to apologize. What do I do?"
"Put him on speaker. I want to hear what he has to say."
His tone is cold and Max doesn't like it one bit. He does as asked.
"Lando. Just so you know, you're on speaker mate, Charles is here listening as well."
"Guys fuck. I'm sorry. Like, really sorry. I didn't mean to post that picture. Shit I wish I never took that at all. Charles I'm - fuck, I don't know what to say. I'll delete it stat."
"Don't. Leave it there."
Max looks at Charles with a frown of confusion on his face.
"Everyone saw that already so what's the point."
"Charles I really am sorry. I wish I d-"
"Yes Lando, you said that already. You wish you hadn't posted that. Still, you did."
"Lando, mate, we appreciate your apologies. Don't do anything. We'll call you back."
With that, Max hangs up and crosses the bed to reach for his boyfriend.
"Hey. Talk to me. Let's analyze the situation together, yes?"
"What's to analyze, Max? Lando outed us. Not that I didn't want to but, shit, I wanted to at least tell my family first?"
"I know schatje, I know. But we can either face it or let it destroy us and I don't honestly want it to affect us more than it should."
"Ferrari is going to hate me."
"Well, I'm sure Marko is somewhere having a heart attack right now. I'm dating a man and that man is Charles Leclerc? Oh he's probably dead by now."
That puts a little smile on Charles' lips.
"How are you so calm about this?"
"I'm not. But I am worried about you more than I am angry about this whole thing."
"I want to see the picture. Did you see it?"
Max shakes his head as he grabs his phone and opens instagram.
"It's on Lando.jpg right?"
"I hope. It's normally just Carlos that ends up on his main."
Charles is hugging Max from behind, his head resting on Max's left shoulder to look at the phone.
The first pic on the post is one of Charles alone, dancing to the music. There's a caption, too. <<He got moves ya know.>>
Typical Lando, really.
Max is scrolling the other pictures but what really captures Charles' attention is the comment section.
-Daniel.jpg: Omg. I'd never top this thread, that's for sure.
-Estebanocon: I didn't know but I'm happy.
-georgerussell63: Should have posted me and @ alex_albon but alright.
"Well, at least we look cute?"
Charles kisses him on the head.
"Of course we do, it's us."
"What th- did you known people actually gave us a ship name?"
"A ship name? Like.. Like, Ferragnez?"
"No idea who they are but I guess, yeah."
"Man, if you're going to publicly be my boyfriend you have to learn more about Italy"
Max chuckles at that. It never ceases to amaze him how Charles fused himself with Italy, Italians and all things related.
"I stopped eating pineapple on Pizza, I think that's a start. Anyway, there's plenty of comments about us where they call us Lestappen."
Charles reflects on it for a second.
"Lestappen?"
"Yep."
"I don't like it."
"I do."
"Of course you do, it's your surname basically."
"Someone's jealous."
"I'm not je-shit Max, look at this."
f1: we knew it from the Austrian podium 👀
"Is that admin for real?"
"To be fair we did almost forget we were not alone on that podium."
"Schat, you won. I couldn't care less about what others would think. Like I don't right now. I love you and you love me, so fuck everyone else."
"We still need to fix this, tho. Deleting it won't do it, we just need to face it properly."
"You want to schedule an interview or something?"
"They will probably make us do one anyway. But like, we should address it."
"Give me the phone."
Max pulls the phone from Charles' hands and starts to type.
"There you go"
maxverstappen1: you should see the other moves he got.
"Max!"
"What? It's true. You got the best moves in bed, babe"
charles_leclerc: I know I got the moves. Thanks for letting everyone know. @ maxverstappen1
pierregasly: @ yukitsunoda0511 you owe me 20 bucks.
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OHSHC- How they show their S/O affection and vice versa (HC)
(According to my brain😁🕶🤏)
* warning: I ship Tamaki x Haruhi, and everyone else’s S/O is unknown, and this is evident in my headcanons*
Tamaki and Haruhi
What love language doesn’t this guy speak?
He’s very touchy when they’re alone
He’s a hugger
Haruhi isn’t as into physical touch the way he is
She likes it though
But I see Tamaki as someone who likes to spoon, and be cuddled up as a pastime
Haruhi is not quite like that
She likes to hold hands, and stuff like that
But she probably kind of prefers to sleep on her own
Tamaki would want to cuddle her though
So they’d like cuddle and talk about their day or whatever
Then they’d roll over and not be so on top of each other to actually sleep
I think he’s careful about gift giving
So as not to overwhelm Haruhi
Even though he likes to give gifts
Same with Haruhi, she’s more of an acts of service gal
So gifts are like small and sentimental
They both prefer:
#thegiftofeachotherscompany
He’s definitely good with words
Leaves Haruhi speechless a lot
But she does the same
They’re both very sure in their relationship after they’ve been together a while
They seem like they wouldn’t have to talk to communicate, you know?
But they do talk, a lot
They definitely run on quality time
That is the basis of their relationship
Tamaki doesn’t like to be without Haruhi much
Haruhi is a little more adaptable
but she’ll start to miss him if she’s without him for a couple days
NSFW
Idk, it’s very lovey dovey
They don’t do it much
They’d rather cuddle idk
My mind just can’t get gears moving on them doing this
But they do it I guess
Kyoya
I doubt he ends up with that lady from the manga tbh
She’s a little too old for him, and idk she seems too free-spirited, plus the familial conditions, blah blah blah
Btw idk what Kyoya’s sexuality is, but I think he marries a cis woman because business
Probably a badass, self-made, businesswoman
I think that is the dynamic he and his s/o would have- the way he was with that lady
He’s a big words of affirmation guy
But only because they flirt by roasting each other
So when he says “I love you” or gives a compliment…
Oh boy that is a BIG DEAL
I think he’s big on every other love language though
We all know he’s kind of self-serving
But his s/o becomes part of the self-serving-ness
If they’re happy, he is
So he gives gifts a lot
They’ll just be out walking through a shopping center
And if she looks at something for too long
Oh wow yeah consider it bought
Knows her clothes size
Randomly buys her clothes
Also doesn’t let her lift a finger tbh
There’s servants for everything
Oh my goodness is this man into physical touch
This is his main love language
Also quality time
She’s the only company he can endure for days at a time
I like to think that they work in business together
Like their business combine or something
And they’re co-CEOs that work together
For their combined company
Idk what it’s in, idk business
So they’re together all the time
Their work will be different
But they’re always traveling to the same places
They’re rarely in business trips without each other on the same continent
I def think he likes cuddling by the way
I know he’s kind of cold but give me a sec 🤚
He’s the type to fall asleep with his face in her neck
He’d lay with his head between her thighs, and legs draped over his soldiers
And he’d draft fucking business emails or something
They eat just about every meal together
He also won’t attend an event if she’s not going
“But Kyoya, I’m literally your brother, and this is my bachelor party!”
“Women aren’t invited though.”
“Can’t you live without _ for a few days?”
“A few hours sure, but I don’t see a bachelor party as a strong enough reason to spend several days without _.”
All of these things kind of make up for the fact that he’s not a guy who says “I love you” much
He does say it though
He’d say it while they’re sitting at a restaurant in Barcelona on their anniversary
He’d say it if he leaves to go somewhere without her
He’d say it after making out (or more)
He’d say it when she does something for him
He’s just not a random “I love you” guy
NSFW
Ok yeah the gears are turning on this one
This is one of the events where he says “I love you”
They do it quite frequently
But it’s not a thing they’ll do quickly
Like it’s part of their nighttime routine if they make it home by a decent hour
They both shower before
Then like take a bath together after
It’s a very lovey-dovey thing
Like there’s no degradation
Nor pain
But this guy loves overstimulation
Will make his partner finish at least a couple times before his pants even come off
She will finish several times
He kind of gets off on that
He definitely is a giver
Making her feel good is half the fun
This is very specific, but:
He’d make her finish several times
Then he’d make her ride him
And she’d be like out of breath and sobbing
And he’d just like encourage her
Like
“Come on, you can do it.”
“Don’t you want to make me cum?”
“Yes, perfect. There you go, love.”
Then after they finish like that
She’d collapse on top of him, out of breath
Then he’d like wrap his arms around her
And get up and carry her to the bathroom like that
And they’d take a bath together
This would probably be a routine for them
Oh yeah btw he’s definitely had a vasectomy
So yeah, he likes to do it raw fyi
Actually looks forwarding to finishing inside
And he likes keeping it inside her until they reach the bath
Hikaru
Idk if he’s straight, I doubt he does either
So I assume he ends up marrying a cis woman
But he has bi wife energy
He by no means “wears the pants” in the relationship
Continuing the legacy of strong Hitachiin women lol
He’s a big physical touch and words guy
Will cuddle her constantly
Will just come up and hug her waist, lay his head on her chest, and just say like “hi” or “*sigh* I love you”
Likes to hold
But more so being held
Not much of a sleepy cuddler
They’ll relax and cuddle
But not sleep
She’ll be laying propped up on pillows
A movie playing or something
And he just lays on his stomach while hugging her waist and head on her chest
Or on his back with his head below her belly button and her thighs over his shoulders
While they just scroll on their phones
He definitely feels most loved from acts of service
But he’s not all that into giving that himself
But he’ll do it sometimes
He does like gifts, giving and receiving
Will randomly come home with stuff for her
And wants to see her reaction
Likes receiving gifts, but gets kind of flustered
Like
“Oh you didn’t have to, but thank you”
But then he’ll gush about it to himself later
Especially wary in the relationship
Loves quality time but needs time apart just as much
I bet she does too
They’d be the pair to just be really happy to spend the evenings and off days together
And though they spend much of their days doing their own stuff
He cannot sleep without her.
He cannot.
He can, but if sucks.
She would be fine, she’d just miss him.
But he would get anxious
Would need extra pillows to hug
Wouldn’t sleep well overall
NSFW
He’s had a vasectomy to be able to do it
He enjoys coming inside
LOVES praise
Probably kind of submissive
Likes for her to take control
Prefers she do more of the work
Most of the time she’s on top
He’d probably kind of praise her efforts
To be praised in return of course
And if he’s on top, he wants constant praise
Kind of obsessed with her body
If she’s not in the mood
Which she’s not afraid to say
He will literally jerk off right next to her
No shame
Probably felt shame at first
But now he enjoys it
Kaoru
Idk what this man’s sexuality is
He ain’t straight tho
So his S/O is just a they for now
They could be any gender tbh
He LOVES physical touch
Loves to cuddle
Loves holding hands
Is totally content on his own
But LOVES to be constantly touching them
They could be riding the metro and he’d be holding their hand
Is good at words of affirmation
Will tell them how he feels
Expects that in return though
And they may struggle and he’s be patient
He’d encourage them
Receiving words of affirmation is a big deal for him
Does love quality time of course
Will sit in silence for hours
He’ll talk but he’s more of a listener
If they want to rant about their day, he’d just sit, totally focused and listening, while playing with their hand or something.
He gives good advice
Really likes receiving well thought out gifts
Will appreciate any though
Only gives gifts if they’re special
He sees acts of service as a given
He’d do anything to make their life easier
And they feel the same
Which he just knows
NSFW
Has had a vasectomy (if needed)
Not afraid to be pegged
In fact he enjoys it
He is such a bottom
LOVES for them to be in control
They tend to be in charge
He’s a big aftercare guy
The two take good care of each other
Enjoys all the aspects of sex
Foreplay more so than the actual act
Could make out for hours
He definitely gives head
Doesn’t expect it in return but will happily oblige
Mori
This guy’s straight idc
He is the definition of traditional
He lives for physical touch
He’s constantly holding her
Sitting with his arm around her
Or hand on her thigh
Or at least holding her hand
Sleeps with his arms around her and face in her neck
Likes to feel like he’s protecting her
She likes feeling protected
To specifically describe the sleeping situation:
She hugs his neck
He hugs her waist
Her legs wrap around his torso
His head is in her neck
Her chin is on the back of his head
The MOST intimate of cuddling for this guy
His love languages are all of them though.
He loves spending time with her
Kind of gets separation anxiety
Like, if she’s not around, he’s thinking of her
Will text to make sure she’s safe
She thinks he’s a little paranoid
But appreciates the care
They do everything they can together
Words of affirmation are big for him
He’s not afraid to say he loves her
But he always has to remind her
Likes to hear it in response
Or unprompted especially
Oh yeah and he’s a good listener
But so is she
He does actually talk to her a lot
Will recount all the events of his day while playing with her hair
Tells her stories from before they met
She loves hearing it
And he loves hearing her talk
She’ll tell him stories or talk about her day too
And he’ll fully relax just listening
And yeah he’s constantly acting in service
He’s such a caretaker
But it makes him so soft when she takes care of him
In general he’s so soft for her
Like she makes him food, he would be so happy
Also, gifts?
Idk if he’s all that into that
But she’d give him gifts frequently
And she’d love to see if he likes it
Because she loves how giving he is with acts
And so he’d try to get her gifts
But he’s lowkey clueless?
Would end up getting very niche things
Because he’d walk through the whole mall until he’s like «yeah, that one»
And it’s the most random thing
NSFW
Another guy whose had a vasectomy
Definitely has a breeding kink
But he’s not stupid, so he makes sure there’s no surprises
At least not until they’re married and in agreement on things
He likes to be in control
He doesn’t have to be on top though
Because he is undoubtedly bigger than her
So he doesn’t have to be on top to have control
Lowkey likes manhandling her
#gently
Doesn’t like receiving head
In fact he insists she doesn’t give any
But he’s all about giving it
Would usually do it before penetration
Likes to make her feel good
Gets off on it actually
Oh and
You know he’s big on aftercare
She will not be walking for at least an hour after sex
He prefers to do it at night so they can bath then cuddle together
Either way he’d carry her to the bathroom to clean her up
Or at least tell her to lay
And he’d come back with a towel and clean her up himself
Sex always leads to cuddles
He won’t let go of her regardless
But after sex he really won’t
Honey
Idk what gender he’s into
They’re cute though
Loves cuddles
That’s the only physical touch though
Loves any quality time
Prefers to do things together
He loves when s/o does acts of service
But he’s not good at reciprocating in daily life
Will try though
He’d do it in bigger ways
Like he’d take them to the movies
Then the theatre is empty
And they’re like “huh?”
“Oh yeah, I rented out the theatre since you said you weren’t feeling like being around people today.”
He doesn’t see it as acts of service
It’s just being a decent s/o
He loves gifts
Usually sweets
But when it’s something else they realize he likes
Like from a small detail he mentioned
He is TOUCHED
He gives gifts too
Usually just for special occasions
Or if he happened to have an idea or see something
Words aren’t hard for him
So they don’t mean that much
NSFW
Idk
Gears not turning
Maybe he’s ace or demi
If they do it, it’s a special event
It’s not frequent
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3. New beginnings
In the last three days, so much has happened.
For starters, she got the job, which she's so thankful for. Claire is the ultimate sweetheart and her coworkers are nice, but she still misses Joe.
Tyler ended up being pregnant and getting an abortion, and has just been losing her damn mind lately.
She's getting really tired of her downward spiral; cause she's causing her own problems. She won't listen to Stevie or let her even try to help, but you can't help someone who doesn't see a problem in what they're doing.
They're both still going to their classes, or so she hopes, since she's been MIA as of lately.
But on the bright side, her and Roderick are getting closer. Their first official date is actually tonight.
She feels like they've been waiting for this day for the longest time.
Currently on her break, she's sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with Rod. It's pretty warm today, so they're perched on the hood of his car.
She stuffs a handful of salty fries into her mouth, listening to him tell her about his day.
He takes a swig of his Hi-ci orange and laughs at her stuffing her face.
"Listen, I haven't eaten since this morning. Leave me alone."
"Ain't nobody judgin' you, girl.”
"Lies. That's exactly what you're doing.”
He throws his hands up in defense, still laughing.
"Okay, you got it. So, how's the job goin'? Everybody still being friendly and shit?"
"Yeah, I like the place a lot," she sips on her Sprite, "everybody just stays in their space and that makes me happy cause at Joes', that wasn't the case."
"What do you mean? Y'all ain't have no personal space?"
"Well, that and some people just acted like they had to be up in your face, anyway. I'm glad it's different and spread out now." She rolls her eyes, thinking about John.
"Hm, somebody was like that with you?" He asks.
"Yeah... he left, before he got fired for it. I have a restraining order against him, so I'm good." Joe ended up taking care of that for her, knowing that she had a lot on her plate.
"Aight, just know that if something jumps off, I got you." He says.
She nods, staring back at her fries.
The serious tone in his voice makes her stomach swarm with butterflies. Real foreign.
"You ready to head back?" He asks.
She nods, sliding off the hood and adjusts her black collar work shirt, placing her trash in the empty bag.
He leans up from the hood and tosses his trash in the same bag, heading towards the nearest trash can to throw it away.
He heads back over to her side, opening the door for her. She thanks him and slides into the seat, allowing him to close the door for her.
He rounds the car and gets in, starts the car up and pulls out of the parking lot. It's a fairly quick drive, considering the fact that McDonald's is right around the corner from her job.
"Listen, I don't wanna scare you off or anything. I just wanna let you know that, I'm diggin' you and I think you're dope. We been kickin' it for a minute and I'm startin' to like you." He admits.
She bites her lip to hide the smile on her face.
"I'm starting to like you, too. You aight when you wanna be." She jokes, causing him to smack his lips. Again, she hates that sound.
"Seriously, I'm glad that I get to take you out tonight. You'll have fun, I promise."
"Well, it's been fun so far. I don't think I'll be disappointed."
He pulls into the parking spot next to her car. She sighs and unbuckles her seatbelt, placing her hand on the door handle.
"Thanks for hanging out with me, on my break." She smiles, and he returns it.
"It was my pleasure, babygirl."
She feels the heat rise to her cheeks.
"So, I'll see you around six thirty?"
"Yes ma'am. I'll be on time, so you better be ready." Sje scoffs.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Y'all take forever to get ready, that's what I mean." He starts laughing.
"Boy, whatever. I'll make you wait if I want to." She says, before opening the door and looking back at him.
"Right. You'll get left." He laughs, stepping out to make sure she gets in safe.
"Wow, so no hug?" He asks.
"Not after you threaten to leave me," she laughs and heads inside, blowing him a kiss. He waves her off and hops back in his car.
She laughs, waving to Claire and walking past the counter, into the back to put her bag away.
"Hey sunshine! How was your break?" She places her pen behind her ear, sending a smirk her way, once she's back in her view.
"It was good. I finally got my fix of fast food I've been craving all day." She turns her around, tying the strings of her apron.
"Mhm, and?"
"And... I'm back?" She laughs and turns back around.
"Stevie, we saw that fine piece of chocolate!" Alana comes out of nowhere and states. Stevie rolls her eyes.
"Okay, congratulations... you guys have eyeballs that work!" She shoots them a 'thumbs-up' and walks away.
"Ugh, people can be so nosy." She mumbles to herself, grabbing a rag and a spray bottle and starts cleaning her station. The chimes on the door sound, indicating that a customer just walked in.
"Welcome to Claire's coffee, I'll be right with you!" She says in the cheeriest voice she could muster up.
"Take your time, girl." She looks up and sees Tyler.
I haven't seen this bitch in two days!
She goes back to what she's doing.
"What are you doing here?" She scoffs.
"You thought, you could get another job and not tell me? What's that about?" She looks at her, completely amused at how she thinks this has anything to do with her.
"You're serious? You think I hid this from you? It's not like you'd listen to me even if I was to run it by you. And, since you wanna come in chastising people, where have you been?"
Tyler just stares at her, egg on her face.
"This really ain't the place to talk about any of this. I'll just see you when you get home." She backtracks and heads for the door.
"What do you mean? It's been a whole forty-eight hours! You didn't call me. You didn't come by the house to let me know you were okay. You didn't leave a note or anything. Yet, you wanna come in here and break bad on me. Wassup with you?" She quizzes.
"We'll talk later." She leaves back out.
She sighs and prepare for the rush of customers that are about to come through. This is nothing like Joe's.
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She sits her keys on the counter and walks into the living room.
Tyler's sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of Pinky and The Brain.
She clears her throat, and Tyler mutes the tv and looks at her, patting the cushion beside her. She sighs and sits down.
"So, before you say anything, I just wanna say that I'm sorry. I've been acting like an ass and it has nothing to do with you. I was just making terrible decisions and I didn't wanna hear what you had to say, cause you were right and I knew that. But, I see if was for my own good and I appreciate you still being here for me."
"Well, where else would I be? We live together, and more importantly, you're my best friend! I'm always gonna tell you what you need to hear, cause I don't care about sugarcoating anything and you know that. I just don't want you doing anything stupid. I need you to be good. Do it for yourself. Not cause, you think I'll yell at you or whatever, cause that's a given, but cause you're the only person that can live your life."
She nods before pulling her into a hug. Stevie rubs her back in a motherly manner and stands back up.
"So, what's going on with you?" Tyler asks.
"I'm gonna get ready for my date, tonight." Stevie turns on her heels and heads upstairs. She follows behind.
"Ooh, what are you wearing?" She shrugs and opens her closet, searching through the many different patterns and prints, finding absolutely nothing suitable.
"I have an hour to get ready and there's nothing here! What the hell am I gonna do?" She looks over at her.
She places a hand on her shoulder. "Okay first of all, breathe."
She rummages through and pulls out a black tank top and a neon green skirt. She squints, not remembering buying either.
"See, you have too many clothes! Pair this with your black heels and slick your hair back. Now, get in the shower!" She places her clothes on the bed and smacks her butt, kicking her out of her own room.
If I wasn't in such a rush, I'd give her a piece of my mind.. again.
She showers quickly, making sure to keep her hair dry. She hops out and wraps a towel around herself, before doing her hygiene routine, making sure to use her strawberry scented lotion.
Sliding into her outfit, she grabs her rat tail comb and parts her hair, instead of slicking it back. Tucking the sides behind her ear, she grabs her black sandals from her closet, sliding her feet inside them.
She grabs the Gucci shades that Tyler bought her for Christmas last year and slides them into her hair.
She looks at the clock by her tv, seeing that it reads 6:27 p.m. She smirks, more than amused that she's ready before my "set time".
As if on cue, her phone rings. She grabs it off her nightstand and answers it.
Rods' deep voice cuts through the second of silence. "Beautiful, are you ready?"
"I surely am, dear. Aren't you proud?" She says in a sarcastic tone. He laughs.
"Very. I'll be there in two minutes."
They hang up and she heads downstairs. Tyler pops up out of nowhere, scaring her half to death.
"Well, don't you look fucking hot!"
She smacks her arm, placing her hand over her chest. Tyler snorts.
"Thank you, crazy. I owe this look to you, minus the hair." She twirls the end of a strand, shrugging.
"It's so cute, girl. I bet big head's gonna love it!"
A knock sounds at the door, sending her low-key rushing towards it.
"Girl, calm down!" Tyler teases.
Stevie rolls her eyes and open the door.
Rod stands before her in a black and gold striped, short sleeved button up, paired with light wash jeans and Air Force ones. The durag that he wore earlier is gone, and his waves are on full display.
"So... y'all just gon' stand there and drool over each other?" Tyler asks, from her seat, making her snap out of her trance.
He pulls her hand up to his lips, pecking her skin.
"It goes without saying, but you look beautiful." He says.
She blushes, sending a thank you his way.
"You look good, too."
Tyler slides her clutch into the fold of her arm. She turns around to face her.
"Oh, thank you. I would've forgotten it. But um, I'll be home later, okay?"
"Have fun, boo."
She nods and places her hand back in Rod's, heading down the steps and towards his car. He opens her door for her, helping her in.
"Thank you."
He winks and rushes towards the drivers side. The car comes to life and they're headed out of the neighborhood.
"So, where are we headed?" She asks.
Stopping at their first red light, he looks over at her.
"You like to dance?" He asks. She nods, giggling a bit.
"Well, there's this nightclub called Limelight. I thought I'd do something fun and out of the ordinary for a first date. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me."
The light changes and he continues towards their destination.
Rod turns the radio on, cutting the comfortable silence. Pretty Brown Eyes plays through the speakers.
"They made this song for you, you know?" He flirts.
She laughs, folding one leg over the other.
"I could say the same thing about you," she flirts back.
He raises an eyebrow at her, while pulling into the semi-packed parking lot.
"Word?"
"Mmhm."
He chuckles before cutting the car off. Getting out, he rounds the car and helps her out, closing the door.
She smiles, flipping her hair to one side. His large hand grasps her smaller one, leading her towards the short line that eventually turned lengthy.
"Maybe... maybe not." She looks down at their hands and back up to his face. Confidence all in his smile.
She begins looking around, taking in her surroundings. She stares straight ahead, finally noticing the clubs appearance.
The entire building is railed with a neon light, same shade as her skirt. Black brick is the foundation, and the name is written in white calligraphy.
How cute.
"This club is usually, twenty-one and up," his lips being so close to her ear startles her, "but, on Fridays they lower it to eighteen, so you're good."
"How do you figure I'm not twenty-one?" She looks up at him, again.
"Wild guess. Plus, you have a baby face."
She shrugs. He's got a point.
"I could be, though."
He stares at her.
"Are you?"
"Nah," I play with the hem of my skirt, "a couple months and we'll be the same age."
"When?"
"June."
They move towards the bouncer, showing our IDs. Pulling the green rope back, they head inside and boy, is it loud.
She sighs, feeling a slight pang of anxiety kick in.
Rod lets her hand go and wraps a protective arm around her waist. They head towards the bar.
"Are you alright?"
He helps her into the stool, as she pushes her glasses back into her hair.
It'd be rude if they covered my eyes all night.
"Yeah, I'm just not used to loud environments. Other than my job, of course." She laughs, "screaming out coffee orders should prepare me for places like this."
He laughs along with me.
"I totally understand. I just wanna make sure you're having a good time, cause we can always go somewhere else—"
"No, no we don't have to leave. I love that you came up with this idea, it's so different and I appreciate it. I promise."
His hand rubs her knee.
"Did you wanna dance or you wanna chill here?" She looks towards the many alcoholic choices and smirks.
"Doesn't sound like they're playing anything worth dancing to at the moment, so we can stay here."
He grins.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Whiskey sour, please."
He orders our drinks.
She looks around for her clutch, realizing she left it in the car. She hops down and pulls at her skirt, which has rose slightly past her thighs.
"I'm gonna head towards the ladies room. I'll be right back."
"Alright." He nods.
She heads past him and turns the corner, pushing the teal door open and the scent of lilac hits her nose.
Girls litter the tiny space, either in the mirrors or standing around conversing.
She squeezes through and grabs a paper towel, wet it and blots her dry mouth.
I was gonna ask to either have him go get my clutch or hand me the keys and let me grab it, but I didn't wanna be extra.
"Hey," she looks towards her left and finds a blonde haired beauty; she's about five foot seven, slender with dark red stained lips.
"Yeah?" Stevie asks, tosses her wrinkled paper towel in the trash, giving her, her attention.
The girls' lips curl into a smirk. "You're here with that cute black guy, right?"
It takes everything in her to keep her eyes from rolling back. She nods, pursing her lips together.
"Are y'all dating? Cause, my friend thought he was really cute and she wanted to talk to him."
She scoffs at the audacity.
"Yeah, we are. Tell your friend to stay away from what's not hers."
She slides past her and makes her way back towards the bar.
She turns the corner and finds some girl near Rod. That must be the friend.
She walks over to him and sits on the other side, making her presence known.
He goes from staring straight ahead to looking at her, smiling. He slides her drink towards her, turning his body to face hers.
"There you are."
"I heard somebody was tryna snatch you up, while I was gone." She laughs, looking behind him, glaring at whoever she thought she was.
She huffs and storms off.
He starts laughing, watching her sip on her sour drink.
"You're something else. Let me find out there's a jealousy streak in you."
She downs the rest of it, smirking at him.
"Well, I wouldn't call it jealousy. These bitches don't hold a candle to me, and I hope you wouldn't go for a white girl, anyway! They're trouble."
He nods, hopefully taking in her words.
"You're right."
"I know!" She says matter-of-factly. He laughs.
"You like laughing at me. I know for a fact, that I'm not that damn funny."
"Oh, you're definitely that damn funny."
She waves him off, holding back a laugh of her own.
Lady by D'Angelo starts playing.
Without a word, Rod stands up and for a split second, she forgot how much taller he was than her.
He holds his hand out for her to take. "Will you dance with me?"
She nods, feeling those butterflies come back. He helps her down and leads her towards the floor.
They squeeze through, until the perfect spot is found.
Facing him and place her arms around his neck, while his hands rest on her waist. Her hips sway to the beat.
You're my little baby, my darling baby
I swear you're the talk of the town
And everybody wants to know what's going down
Babe, I know they've seen us before
He lip syncs, looking down at her. She chuckles, feeling like this song is perfect for what just took place.
His hands hang dangerously low on her hips, while his chin finds its way into the crook of her neck. She wraps her hands around his buff arms.
The drink she had earlier is starting to kick in, making her body feel incredibly warm, and him being so close and smelling so good makes her hotter.
"You feelin' alright?" He asks, sending a chill through her.
"Yeah," she gets out.
The song continues to play, but it sounds like background noise at this point. All she hears is thumping from the bass and her hormones are going crazy.
Pulling his face away from her neck, he stares down at her lips, knowing the thought is on both of their minds.
Throwing her nerves to the wind, she closes the small space between them, swearing she felt a spark as their lips touched.
She wasn't alone, either.
Pulling away, she stares at him, kinda unsure of what to say.
"Your lips taste good." He blurts out, making her smile.
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Walking her to her front door, she opens her clutch and pulls her keys out and turn towards him.
He smiles, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.
"I had fun, tonight."
"I did, too." She mirror his expression, unable to stop the little giggles that follow.
"Does this guarantee me a second date?"
"Maybe... maybe not." She tucks her lip between her teeth as he takes a step toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She leans in and kisses him, again.
The door opens behind her. She pulls away from Rod and look behind her, finding Tyler with her arms folded over her chest with a smirk on her face.
"So," he says, as she turns back towards him, "I'll call you, tomorrow?"
He nods, still smiling as he pulls away and heads down the steps, back to his car.
She turns back to face Tyler. She steps aside and Stevie walks in, closing the door behind them, sitting her keys and clutch on the counter.
"Well, I definitely don't have to ask how your date went." Tyler says with a laugh.
"You kinda ruined the moment, though." She rolls her eyes and drags herself upstairs, her friend in tow.
"Aw, come on. That had to at least be a second kiss. You looked too comfortable."
She chuckles and pulls her heels off, sitting them back in her closet.
"You should be a detective or something, Jesus."
She plops down on her bed and swings her feet back and forth.
"You like him?" Tyler asks, making her look up at her and raise an eyebrow.
"I mean, I'd hope so. I don't just kiss random guys on my doorstep. That's your job." She winks, while she pretends to be hurt.
"Ew, they're never random, bitch. Don't try these lips!"
Stevie waves her off.
"Anyway, y'all are kinda cute. I adore the way he looks at you."
"There's a way he looks at me?"
She nods, beginning to laugh.
"Girl! That man looks like he's in total heaven when he's around you. How do you not see that?"
She shrugs. "I don't know... I guess I've never paid it any attention. I don't know what any of this stuff means!"
"It's okay, you'll figure it out. I can see y'all being official, real soon."
"That'd be... something. We'd have to go on more dates and shit, but I don't see a problem with that."
Tyler grins like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.
"Girl, go away! I'm sleepy as hell," she tosses one of her pillows at her, smacking her right in the face.
She sticks her middle finger up at her, before leaving out, with her pillow still on the floor.
She eventually stands back up to grab it and pull her clothes off.
Tossing them in her hamper, grabbing an oversized T-shirt and pull it over her head. She grabs a hair tie from her dresser and pulls her hair into a messy bun.
She pulls the covers back and slides into bed, turning her lamp off and tv on. The background noise helps her fall asleep, which is eventually what she ends up doing.
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I’m going to give you guys some snippets of my stories, and you can tell me if it seems interesting. Btw all of them are in first person. I also tend to censor words, because of habits.
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Jegulus-following Trans!Regulus and his life.
(after beginning)
“Mother, I’m going to Kings Cross. I’ll pick Sirius up.” I tell my mom.
Walking to Kings Cross was boring, with nothing eventful happening. When I arrive at the station, I see a plethora of families waiting for their children to come back home.
The train pulls into the station, and I watch as students get off the train, looking for their families. I watch carefully, keeping my eye out for Sirius, and I spot him.
“Sirius!” I yell out at him, but he doesn’t answer, he just shakes his head at me and starts to walk towards another family. I walk over to him. “Sirius?” No response, he just talks to the other family. “Siri-“ I’m cut off.
“Why won’t you f*cking leave me alone, Denebola?” I wince as he hisses out my deadname.
I can tell that he notices me wince because his face changes for a split-second.
“Sh*t, sorry Regulus” he says, trying to change what has already been spoken.
I just stay silent, turning my head away so he can’t see me cry.
“Sirius” I hear someone in the family that Sirius is with say, “Please calm down”
“I am bloody calm” Sirius spits out as a reply.
“Well you aren’t acting calm” the person tells my brother.
“James, how the bloody h*ll should I act calm if Regulus responds to my letters, telling me that I am a disappointment just because I am in bloody Gryffindor, and then comes up to me acting like nothing ever happened” my brother fumes.
“Sirius, that doesn’t mean you should f*cking deadname him” I hear the person named James say.
My tears keep flowing, but what the boy said stops me.
“What the h*ll do you know about deadnaming someone James? It’s not like you would know, seeing as you are a cis man” Sirius retorts.
“Sirius, I honestly don’t know what the h*ll is up your a*se, but even if he said that,” the fluffy brown haired boy named James huffs, “deadnaming him certainly isn’t the correct way to get angry at him”
I wipe the tears that are still streaming down my face away as I turn around. This new boy is defending me. Me. The freak who thinks that she is a boy.
“Maybe you and him could solve whatever the h*ll you think he did wrong” James tells Sirius.
I try to chime in, but I am interrupted.
“James, you think he is going to confess that what he said was wrong” Sirius says angrily
“Sirius” I speak softly, “I didn’t write those letters, heck I didn’t even get any letters from you”
“What?”
“Yeah, I didn’t get any letters from you”
Both Sirius and James are looking at me.
“Well that doesn’t make sense, because James watched me send the letters
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Nyoomtape-following Trans!Sero getting tutored
(a few chapters in)
When we arrive in my dorm he seems slightly confused by the fact that it isn’t a huge f*cking mess. I sit down on my hammock. My hammock is large enough for two people so I invite him to sit down. He accepts and sits down.
As he explains, it makes some sort of sense in my head. All of a sudden, my brain seems to take half of the information I just earned, and stuffs it into a jar outside.
“I guess that kinda makes sense” I blurt out.
“Only kind of? I am happy to help you with whatever you need help with!” He smiles a genuine smile. Wait, that was an actual smile.
“Oh, uh, it’s just that I can’t seem to keep the math in my brain” I shrug.
“Oh, I could help you out with that if you would like. It’s not like I do much in the evenings.” He informs me, or something like that.
“Oh, you don’t? I thought you hung out with the Dekusquad.”
“Well, I sometimes do, it’s just this week they are all away on a vacation or doing something with their families.”
“Oh. Anyways, how would you help me remember the math?” I ask.
“It’s actually quite simple. You have to do things multiple times to remember them, so if we go over it every night, you'll remember it for exams! I’ll go over it every night with you” he actually informs me.
I groan, “Fine, I guess we should probably do that”
“Okay! Also, is there anything else you need help with?”
“Only Science and English... but science is hard since Eraser Sensei doesn't even teach us... and Mic Sensei is too busy flaunting that he is married to teach us anything good. Other than that I’m good” I smile at him.
He just looks at me blankly
“What?”
“Well, let’s get started then!” He says.
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Wolfstar-following Remus as a new student, but starting with a flashback.
(after a flashback)
“JESUS” I sit upright.
“REMUS NO F*CKING CURSING IN THIS HOUSE” my dad calls from downstairs.
“Sorry” I say, quietly.
I’ve been having these dreams for the past six years, and that isn’t even the end of it. Every full moon I turn into a werewolf.
“REMUS YOU HAVE A LETTER” my dad yells.
“Coming” I respond.
I head downstairs, tripping headfirst.
“Good morning Remus John Lupin, if you even deserve to be called that” my father blatantly responds, not even hiding his dislike of me.
“Good morning Lyall” I respond, surely making him cringe at the thought of me calling him Lyall, “What about me having a letter?”
“Oh… right, it’s from… uh… just some scam”
Just some scam he says… yeah right, I don’t get letters… I don’t even think scams know that I’m alive, after all Lyall made sure to erase my name from most systems, just by saying that I had died.
“I’ll take it” I say, as I nab the letter from him.
“No need to! I can throw it away” he says.
“I already have it, I’ll just read what is in it”
“No-“ he drags on as I rip into the letter with a H imbedded into a wax stamp.
“REMUS F*CKING LUPIN YOU CAN NOT JUST OPEN THAT WITHOUT PERMISSION!” he screams as I run upstairs, nearly crumpling the letter in my hand.
~Upstairs~
“BLODDY H*LL!” I lock my door to ensure my safety from my dad. What I see inside the envelope shocks me. It is a letter actually addressed to me. On the paper I see letters,to which I assume make up some form of words. My dyslexia kicks into full gear as I attempt to read the letter. I assume it says;
“Dear Mr. R. J. Lupin
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Thagwors School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins September 1st 1971. Please use the entrance located at Kings Cross Station, Downtown London, on platform 9 3/4.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival the dates for which shall be duly advised.
Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith
We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Rathgows heritage.
Yours Sincerely
Professor Dippet”
I realize that I only have 2 months to get the need materials, and from what I can tell, the name of the school is definitely not Thagwors or Rathgows. I also don’t believe that there is a Platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross Station, but then again… I could be very wrong.
I reach back into the envelope and feel another letter. As I read over it, I realize I don’t know where to get half of the items on the list. I’ve seen other Wizards and Witches walking around outside our house, but no one in the neighbourhood even notices me when I ask questions.
“REMUS GET YOUR F*CKING A*S DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW” my dad screams from downstairs.
“Fine Lyall, under the circumstance that you read this letter to me” I, kind of, calmly tell my dear old ‘Dad’.
“Fine” I can hear him roll his eyes.
I trot downstairs after unlocking my door and totally not slamming it shut.
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gross and racist as hell for you all to dogpile and harrass a black trans person for calling you out on being a fucking gross pedophile/pedo defender, CALL THEM HOMOHOBIC for thinking thats fucked up, exclusively she/her him bc him being trans doesnt fit the narrative youre peddling, imply shes never dealt with transphobia or homophobia, CLAIM THEYRE RACEFAKING and then turn around and be racist as hell to them, and then evade their blocks to screenshot their posts and continue to try to start shit with him when hes expressed that he wants you freaks to leave him alone…. all while doubling down that being a p*do is ok as long as youre “non offending”. i have to laugh !
also, claiming that people who criticize you for being a p*do apologist are being homohobic to you, IS homophobia. dont equate being lgbta with being a p*do/p*do apologist. wtf is wrong w u
- a trans person, before you arbitrarily decide im cis, too
my brother in christ, the full context is linked here for y'all to see
we didn't "dogpile" anyone, what happened was somebody was posting, tagging seebs and commenting on posts, incessantly. specifically, falsely accusing seebs of being a pedo/defender, in response to seebs saying, very clearly, somebody who does not sexually assault children is preferable to somebody who does. it obviously was nonsensical, and I said to seebs that I didn't know exactly how, in the current political climate, people could go out falsely accusing random queer people of being pedos... then the random asshole started replying to my reblogs and telling me to unalive, then started sending me hate messages saying that too because, apparently, just saying "that's bullshit" warrants stupid harassment. having followers myself, this obviously led to those agreeing with me weighing in too, I can't and won't tell people to avoid expressing their opinions when someone harasses me. it's definitely not "calling me out" to send messages telling me that.
not to "they started it!!" but yeah, if I speak to someone about it actually being ridiculous that you're harassing them, and so you begin randomly harassing and suicide baiting me, I will respond.
again, you can see in the link, on every single post I used they, it explicitly says "any pronouns" and "I'm a boy and a girl" on there, meaning I didn't "correct" this person who said "she" because I'd literally read that it's fine to use that!! I said they were enabling a homophobic narrative, I said they prop up the "queers are pedos actually" bullshit by doing this, I made no claims of knowing any secret homophobia dwelling in their heart lmao. you read on the person's blog that I she/her'd them and didn't bother reading to discover that I actually didn't do that, you just believed their lies. reading the above linked posts will make it obvious how they are endlessly lying about the race of people involved and what they actually said - I didn't she/her them, and they cut up a sentence within seebs post, to imply something that clearly was not said.
not once did I deny their race or their status as trans/bi, again it simply is a crock of shit they're spinning, because they have this narrative to spin- I've linked back to everything said, I've made it absolutely clear time and time again, I've posted full screens for anything I referenced, whereas they keep vagueposting saying I misgendered them or called them white or even called them the pedophile (I did not, I was and am explicitly against doing that). everything they're claiming in their vagues is bullshit, and all the evidence is in actually reading the conversation, which is why I'll constantly link back to it and they'll constantly obfuscate it, bro. because nowhere did I deny they face bigotry, nowhere did I say anything about racefaking (white chicks is a movie about black dudes pretending to be white chicks, saying they talk as though they're auditioning for a remake is explicitly saying they're black talking like a white chick, please just go watch the damn movie).
similarly, I was never racist, I never block evaded, unless you are saying they also block evaded- they continued talking about me incessantly, lying about me, and I found out, so I screenshotted posts and corrected them, I never tried to contact them again, I simply corrected constant lies about me, meanwhile they did go around said block to keep looking at my blog too, referencing all those posts themself, so they did exactly what I did. if it's bad if somebody lying about me is shown to me and I respond, isn't it equally bad that said person evades the block right back? that's honestly one of the most baffling claims y'all keep making, it's a problem when I simply look at lies about me and leave you be, it however isn't a problem for you to tell those lies, message me to suicide bait, and keep looking at my blog despite those blocks?? speaking of hypocrisy, you're attempting (and failing) to dogpile.
being a pedo is okay as long as you're non-offending. like, yes I'll double down on that. heck, I'll go a step further, I think that any person who's committed a crime or harm deserves to have their liberty, life, happiness, etc, and shouldn't be tortured or harmed because of this stupid desire to punish everyone. I'm a victim of childhood sexual abuse and childhood abuse and torture when I was a child, and I put one abuser in prison, and it didn't help the person become better and kinder, they sent me what was really basically a love letter when they got out. I think a better system, where people get to learn how to be kind and then get a life that treats them well, is possible and should be strived for, and one a victim gets help to recover from what happened should also be, because right now the mental health system in my country (not america, which y'all also don't seem to have grasped) is dogshit. people who don't abuse kids are the outcome we want, so these pedophiles, they didn't choose to have that attraction, it is just a thing brains do sometimes, and when they don't rape kids that's literally the better outcome, that's the best outcome, because it really comes down to that or them raping kids- you can't read all minds in the world and detect the pedos and kill them, and that would be a fucking dystopian nightmare, so if you want to kill all pedos then you have to rely on them telling you they're pedos, I genuinely hope I don't have to explain to you why they wouldn't confess that to you if you were running the death squad. so that leaves us with either they don't rape kids, or they do. I like don't, personally. I think that's the better one. as someone who was an actual victim of childhood abuse. and additionally, two thirds of sexual abusers of children aren't pedos, according to the stats I found a while back, so eradicating pedos wouldn't fix the issues.
anyway, back to the topic at hand, it's not starting shit to make posts correcting the person lying about you, they started all the shits, every single shit I took was in response to the shits they're spewing out about me so fast that I'm worried about their toilet.
nowhere did I say "being queer is pedo apologia!" I said that the people falsely accusing random queer people of being pedos is feeding the "the gays are pedos! the transes are pedos!" lies the rightwing constantly spin right now. I'm not equating being gay whatsoever to being a pedo, I'm saying that people do, and that refusal to think about it while you lie and call random queer folk pedophiles for your internet tough guy points is just dangerous, potentially deadly, and feeding into rightwing talking points. it's another example of you refusing to actually read what I posted, similar to your little quip at the end that relies on the false claim there was a single moment where I denied that they're trans! to further demonstrate how bullshit it is, you should check who I'd compared them to... it was blaire white. a trans person. if what I posted relied on assuming people who disagree with me are cis, where would she fit into that? why would I bring her up? maybe because I specifically was saying them being trans makes those talking points all the more dangerous... because the right will be frothing at the mouth to say "even the queers agree with us!" so referencing an example of that happening is relevant. wait, that couldn't be the case, because that would mean I didn't call them cisgender at any point!! meanwhile they're calling natives white, everybody who disagrees with them white, implying we haven't faced homophobia/transphobia/biophobia ourselves, and lying through their teeth about everything, so look in the mirror, bruh.
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