#I KNOW that I'm straight. I AM straight. Once again I was lying to myself by following what the others were doing just to look ''cooler''

[eternalxvenus]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 2 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain. (this is part 2 to the birthday girl angst blurb! i changed the title for the series so it was more appealing)

cw: mentions of drug use, angst, nothing crazy (yet lmao)

wc: 1.2k

notes: i'm excited to write this since its my first series! lmk if there's anything you guys would wanna see in future chapters :)

previous chapters: part 1

You wake up to your alarm droning on annoyingly and feel around aimlessly with your eyes closed to turn it off. Once you had finally woken up on your own accord, you realized you should talk to Rafe. You hadn't spoken to him or left your house the last few days. Obviously, you missed him, but you just felt so hurt and angry with him.

After getting ready and using makeup to look a little more alive and less blotchy from crying so much, you decided you'd go up to Tannyhill to try and talk to Rafe. You left your house, hopped on your bike, and started towards the estate. The whole ride there, you just kept going over what you wanted to say but nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, you were at the front entrance.

You walked inside and heard voices in the distance coming from upstairs. Once you made your way upstairs, you heard the voices more clearly coming from Rafe's room. It was Rafe and another person whose voice you couldn't pinpoint.

"Come on, man you gotta understand where I'm comin' from. I've just been stressed out. Nothing a good time won't fix."

You looked into the room and saw Rafe sitting with some guy you've never seen. There was a table in between them that had some rolled-up bills and coke sitting on it.

You walked inside the room, still unnoticed until you spoke. "Hey, Rafe."

Both of their heads snapped in your direction, and Rafe immediately shot up, walking towards you.

"Shit... I uh- I didn't know you were coming over." He looked back at the man who just sat there unbothered. "Barry, can you uh give us a minute..."

"So let me get this straight, you went to a party and got high, missed my entire birthday, and after I tell you I'm pissed off your next line of action is to get high again with your drug dealer, right?"

Before Rafe could speak, Barry grabbed his stuff and started walking out. "A'ight man hit me up when y'all are done dealing with this shit."

Rafe waited until he thought Barry was far enough before closing the door and speaking, "Can you blame me? I don't hear from you for days so I assumed you didn't wanna be with me anymore! I tried to talk to you and you straight up ignored me."

"I was angry Rafe! I just needed some time to myself. That doesn't mean I'm breaking up with you and it doesn't mean you should start doing drugs again when that is quite literally what we fought about." 

This definitely wasn't how you imagined this conversation going. You didn't want to argue with him but your pride wasn't going to let you just back down.

"If you wanted space you could've told me," he sighed. "And I am sorry that I got high at that party and I'm sorry I missed your birthday okay? I want to make it up to you."

You walked over to the bed and sat down for a moment with your head in your hands. You loved Rafe, you really did. But you didn't want him falling into his old habits and lying to you about it.

You both sat there in silence as you thought about what you should do and what you should say.

"Rafe I... I think we should just take some time apart. Get our heads straight and figure out what we want-"

He walked over and sat next to you his eyes wide. "Baby I want you, I want to be with you."

"I wanna be with you too, Rafe, but I have conditions. I don't want you doing coke anymore. I don't like the person you are when you get like that. I know you get stressed and feel like it's your only option but you have me. Or maybe try weed and see how that works for you. I also don't want you hanging with Barry anymore. Non-negotiables."

He nods "I swear I'll work on it and I'll talk to Barry. I swear."

You stand up from the bed getting ready to go out the door. "Rafe... I'm gonna go stay with my parents on the mainland for a few days. I'll be in contact but please try your best to just leave me be. Get clean, for good, and I'll let you know when I'm back and we can figure everything out. Okay?"

He shakes his head. You can see that he's angry and confused, your heart just aches. "The mainland? What- why? Just stay here, I don't understand-"

"Please, Rafe. This is what we have to do okay?"

He took a few deep breaths and ran his hands through his hair. "Okay... okay. When you get back, I'll have made it up to you. Just promise me we aren't over." 

You could see the tears that formed in his eyes and had to fight back your own. "We aren't over just yet." You gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving his room and heading home.

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You were finally off the ferry and on the mainland to stay with your parents. You really wanted to talk to your best friend to get advice so you asked her to pick you up. By the time you reached your house, she was all caught up. Your parents weren't home so you both went straight up to your childhood bedroom.

"Damn... I didn't think he got down like that." Niki looked at you slightly surprised. "Honestly though, it sounds like does care about you, even if he did fuck up."

"Yeah, I know he cares I just... I don't wanna have to worry about shit like this. Whenever he's all coked up he makes irrational and bad decisions. I'm just worried he'll do something and end up in jail or worse."

"You just have to let him know that. Make sure he knows your anger comes from a place of care. If he feels like you're just judging him, it'll probably piss him off."

You sigh and groan into your pillow. "You're right, thanks Niki."

"Don't mention it. Now, let me catch you up on the mainland gossip!" she squealed.

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Niki had gone home and you were getting into bed, ready to sleep after what felt like an exceptionally long day, when your phone chimed. You looked and saw you had a text from Rafe.

Rafe: hey I just wanted to make sure you made it to the mainland safely.

You: yes I did, i'm at my parent's house, thanks for asking.

Rafe: of course, goodnight

You: goodnight

Placing your phone on the dresser, you're thankful he doesn't push the conversation further. You decide you'll only stay here for three days before going back to the island to figure things out with Rafe. You just hope he can work on staying clean and that you can go back to being together like normal. 

As you closed your eyes, ready for sleep, you heard another chime from your phone. You groaned before picking it up to check.

Topper: hey we need to talk, it's about Rafe.

part 3

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*

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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.

Warnings: Smut

Paring: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.

The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.

“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you

“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined

“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you

Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.

“I love you.” - Joe mumbled

His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.

“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you

I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.

“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe

“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you

“Not the same.” - Joe whined

“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you

Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.

“Bye…” - Joe mumbled

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.

“Love you, sheisty.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe grinned

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Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.

I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.

There was pretty much nothing to do.

All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.

I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.

That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.

Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.

Maybe I should text him?

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.

hiiii

Ew, no. Sounds desperate.

What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.

I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.

HIIII! 😁

He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.

Wyd?

Nothinggg, hbu??

Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.

Missing you.

My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.

I miss you too. ☹️

Are you at your hotel yet?

It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.

Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.

Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶

Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰

I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.

Love you more, baby. 😘

The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.

Not fuckin’ possible.

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We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.

The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.

Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.

After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.

I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.

My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.

Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.

“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled

It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.

One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.

God, he looked so hot that day.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.

That's when I got the idea.

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Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.

Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.

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Next Day

Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.

I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.

Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.

Did you watch the game?

Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.

Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.

I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”

What did you say back? 😂

I proudly said yes. 😁

A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.

Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.

What if I want to?

You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.

He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.

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It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.

Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.

Attachment: 10 images

When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.

He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.

Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.

The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.

Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.

No. 😘

Wdym, no?

How do I word this?

You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?

I don't get pissed…

Joe, honey.

Please, baby.

No.

Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.

He so wished he was with you, inside you.

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When Joe got home, it was really late.

You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.

Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.

A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.

After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.

You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.

Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.

Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.

You sent him a video?

Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.

All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.

He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.

The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.

He needed you badly.

Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.

“Joey?” - you mumbled

“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe

“I missed you…” - you

His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.

In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.

“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe

You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.

Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?

It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.

Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.

Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.

“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle

“Fuck- so much.” - Joe

“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You

Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.

Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.

You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.

Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.

Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.

“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe

You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.

With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.

Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe

“No, don't be.” - you

You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.

He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.

“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe

“Why?” - you

Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.

“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe

“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you

He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.

“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you

“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe

“No, baby.” - you

You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.

“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned

“That's it.” - Joe

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Next Morning

You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.

Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.

In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.

When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.

Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.

Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.

You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.

He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe

The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.

“Fuck me, Joey.” - you

You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.

“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe

“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you

“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe

You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.

Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.

“Hi.” - you smiled

“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe

“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you

He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.

“Where were you?” - you

“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe

You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.

Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.

“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe

You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.

When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.

Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.

He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.

“Go on a date with me?” - Joe

You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.

“Of course.” - you

Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe

“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed

The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.

You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.

You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.

It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.

The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…

*BURP*

Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.

“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed

“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him

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[greazyfloz]

hey, i rlly like your works! I wanted to know if you could write thigh riding with jamie drysdale?

Smut: 1. “What did you just say?" w/ Jamie Drysdale

What Did You Just Say?

Today was a casual day that Jamie and I were just lying on the couch. After lying on the couch for about an hour with his legs straight, Jamie bent his legs and stretch his arms out so they were touching his knees before he glides his hands down his thighs. As his hands glide down his thighs, his shorts slide down slightly as he stretches his legs, back out straight, flexing their muscles and his leg.

I bit my lip, watching his muscles flex and relax. I felt myself get wet, thinking about gliding my pussy up and down riding his thighs. I didn’t even realize that Jamie was looking at me until he caught my attention.

“W-hat?” he laughs as I stare down his legs, then quickly up at him.

“I want to fuck your thighs” I blurt then immediately blush, realizing what I just revealed to him. I stand to make my way into the kitchen to grab water or something to cool me down, but Jamie speaks up again.

“what did you just say?” he asks me and I look back to see a wide eyed Jamie. I keep walking into the kitchen and hear Jamie call out for me again, “no wait, you can’t just say that and then leave me here. Come back!”

I think about it for a second, as I enter the kitchen, then I pull my shorts down along with my panties before walking back into the room where Jamie is sitting on the couch. he takes a good look at my naked ass as I walk in the room. He takes his pants off along with his boxers, and throws it on the floor beside the couch that does the same with the shirt.

As I get closer to the couch, I to take my shirt off and then watch as Jamie pats on his thighs, signalling me to take a seat.

“do you want to rub your pussy on my thigh?” He asks as he smirks. I nod my head and lift my leg to cradle one of his thighs as he slides down the couch to spread his legs a little further apart, giving me more room.

I tense up as my pussy touches his thigh. He flexes as I begin grinding my pussy back and forth. "So wet" he says smirking as I bite my lip. I lifts his leg slightly so I am lifted slightly and the muscles of his legs rub up hard against my pussy. I moan out as I ride his thigh commencing to pick up my pace. "You're so sexy" he says watching me slide my pussy back and forth on his lip. I lean down and press my lips on to Jamie's as I continue grinding against his leg.

My hands rub down his stomach and on to his cock that is now hard. I begin stroking him as I pull away sitting up straight on his thigh as I slow down rubbing my pussy up and down his leg. "Want my lips around you dick baby?" I ask him and I watch him gulp as he nods his head.

I climb off his lap and make my way between his legs before gently kissing his tip. I suck his tip moving back and forth as my hand finds my pussy rubbing myself as I listen to Jamie's sweet moan as I his cock reaches further and further down my throat, "That's it baby", "Keep sucking my dick", "I'm close" he moans as I continue to suck back and forth faster and faster. "Okay, I'm-" he starts and I feel him begin to fill my mouth with his cum, "cum" he says as he throws his head back.

I suck all the cum off his cock before standing and staddling his lap once again, "yes, baby finish off on my thigh" he says as I begin grinding again. He reaches up and begins squeezing my tits as start to hit my high.

"I'm cumming" I moan out

"Cum all over me baby" he says as I throw my head back. I whimper as i finish on his thigh. We laugh when I finally stop and look down at him. I lay beside him and he kissing me softly before standing. "I need a bath" he says and I stand following him.

"And you didn't ask?"

[dinums]

Secrets and Broken Hearts

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Chapter 4

Thomas Shelby x (Writer) Reader

"I am a woman in love, I wear my heart on my sleeve and smile with not a single thought. I am a woman in love, happily content to where I shall be and where I shall go, as long as I am with him."

Authors Note: I made this story with not much thought, but I wanted to portray the reader and Tommy living their separate lives to have you, readers, have a gist on what its like, to make the character, Ms. Bennett feels real. I don't really know if that makes sense or if I'm doing it correctly, but please enjoy :)))

Two days and six hours, it's been exactly two days and six hours since I've started this investigation that I burdened myself with. All I've been getting are bits of information from the men and women. Women loved to gossip, so much so that they became one of the sources of said information. These missing wives, they had nothing in common with one another. They were just normal working women before they got married and settled down. What would society even do with them? I feel like a jester, juggling my social life together with this secret double life. I never really got used to such taxing activities mentally. This whole investigation, could it be some murderer? Human Traffickers? Surely, this culprit had a motive, a reason, something these women had that they wanted, something these women can give, choice or not.

"Why does everyone call you by your last name?" Andrew suddenly asked, which made me look over at the small child playing by the racks of clothes in William's shop.

Tilting my head, I seem to not know the reason behind it either. Andrew is the son of the man I visited to get close to have more information about the missing wives rather than relying on gossip alone. The child himself was quite entertaining to be around. He spoke so freely about his mother, telling stories of how loving the woman can be.

"Well, if you want, you can call me by my first name," I said with a smile. Walking over to crouch down to his eye level, I gave him a pat on the head, which earned me a smile in return

"Isn't this a sight, hm?" I heard the familiar voice of William from behind. He was at the back with Catherine earlier, presumably sorting out fabrics and dresses.

"C'mon, I've only offered to let this little guy stay here while his father worked, for the assurance that nothing will happen," I said softly though assuming from their reactions, it wasnt taken quite kindly. The statement itself was considered a lie. I lied. Lying straight to the face of the man I love, like how I would every day to everyone, including this child.

"So you don't want me here... Ms. (Y/N)?" Andrew asked me, his face looked sad, eyes like melting glaciers about to fall.

"Of course not, I just meant that I couldn't risk you being alone without your father, even though -"

"So you care for me.. right?" The little child said, hopeful, which made me think, how can he care about my feelings towards him in such a small amount of time we've been together? Children truly are innocent, things to be kept safe from the world we live in. Furthermore, care. To care is to help, a genuine action done out of the kindness of one's own heart. I do that, correct? I think for a moment, my actions, words, and emotions all contradict one another. Both men in the room seemed to take notice of my silence, which in turn made me aware. Aware that they can never know these thoughts, to Bury it, to hide. Breaking from my thoughts, I smiled at the child.

"Of course I do, but later your father will pick you up, I'll have William stay with you since I need to go for a bit, yeah?" Standing back up, I walked over to William. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning against him while I looked back at Andrew. Understandingly, the child nodded, which made me smile.

"Eh? Where will my heart go? Guess she'll leave me alone once again..." William joked, kissing me on the cheek, which made me chuckle.

Seeing the display of affection, the child grimaced and then ran off to play somewhere else, which made me and William laugh.

"I promised you a date. Therefore, you must let me go for a while to prepare," I giggled. Going to dates on Friday was kind of like our tradition, a simple act to show love and to feel it radiate from each other. Feeling his lips on mine for a brief moment, I smiled.

"Alright, I'll pick you up at our place," William smiled. He's always such a loving man, doing more than beyond.

"See you later, love," I said, parting with a kiss before I headed out. Love was something I wasn't familiar with, which sometimes led me to be confused on how to act around William, though lucky enough that he guided me through it.

Walking down the street, I'm greeted with familiar faces. Some I can't remember the names. The smoke filled air, and the mud on my shoes did little to dampen my mood. Suddenly, people started to run about, screaming and shouting.

Confused, I slowed my footsteps. There, on a shop, a lifeless man was dead with Danny holding a bloody knife. My eyes widened, I tried to move, but nothing came out, I held my breath, and though I investigated crimes like this, I never saw a man dead right in front of me. From this day, I'm sure I'll never get used to this.

Someone passes by me, but it can be considered more like shoved. It was Thomas Shelby. He went over, took the knife from the man's hand, and calmed him down. The scene deescalated just as quickly as it happened. Once Thomas got Danny to go away, coming with some surge of confidence, I began to walk towards him with his hack turned to me.

"Mr. Shelby..?" I said softly as to not startle the man, whipping his head back, he looked at me without uttering a word, he simply raised a brow which I took as a cue to keep going.

"What will happen to Danny now..? He just -" stopping myself to look at the dead body in front of us, he followed my gaze and just shook his head. Taking a cigarette, he lit one up and placed it on his mouth, blowing the smoke in the corpses' direction. "Mr. Shelby, I worry for him and his family.."

"Don't stick your nose into others' business, saves you the trouble, eh?" He said, as he was about to walk past me. He took my hand and gave me a few quids, which caused me confusion. Was this for my silence? Though that seems rather odd since a quarter of the town already saw what happened, or was it so I'd stop with being so nosy?

"For the bread."

"Bread? What bread?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I looked up at the man. The more he acted, the more he perplexed me. Seeing his face, he tilted his head as if he should be confused

"You dont remember, again?" I shook my head, remembering what he gave me moments ago, i tried to have him take the money back, but he refused, saying he already gave them, so it'll be no use. In the end, he walked away and left me be, confused, I placed the coins inside my coat pocket before walking home. What did i forget again? No matter what I have other things to do at the moment, I need to get the memory of the dead body out my head.

After preparing for my date, at eight o'clock sharp there was a knock on the door, I smiled and opened it. William appeared with a bouquet and fresh smile, I'm taken back to memories when he was still courting me.

"Flowers for the beautiful lady?" He asked, which I gladly took. Holding up his hand, I held them. I locked the door, and we began to walk towards the pathway to a small restaurant.

"Thank you for this, for everything, Will," I said while we kept walking hand in hand.

"Then I should thank you too"

"For what?"

"For letting me love you"

"Then, you're welcome."

With that, we spent the rest of the day together, I told him about what happened earlier, and he's told me of stories he heard and so on. Everything feels nice. It feels like home as we both made it out to be.

...

That night, Ms. Bennett was content with her lover. Everything played out perfectly. She lived a good life and was happily in love. Maybe fate can say the same for the man she bumped into earlier as he's inside the Garrison, enthralled by the singing Barmaid before him. Surely both Ms. Bennett and Mr. Shelby will live their lives with love found in someone else's eyes.

[florencetypemaniacs]

CAN I CAN GET A NSFW SCENE WITH MY MALE MC AND OWEN! PLEASE?!

NSFW ⚠️ 🔞

You frowned at your bandaged chest as you lay in bed. Owen was above you as he cleaned the bandages.

"I'm boreddddddd!" You groaned. 

Owen snorted. "A warrior has to live with his actions, even if he gets his arse kicked."

You cracked your neck again, lying back down in your bed. "I am still bored."

Owen sat down on your bed, looking at you. "Okay, what do you want to do to pass the time?"

Your eyes roamed up Owen's tight shirt. "I can think of a few things to do..." You touched Owen's muscle, and the redhead just shook his head. "No way, lad; you already hurt, and we both know how rough I can get."

You pouted. "Fine, then I just have to have other methods to entertain myself."

Owen frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" 

You shrugged and gave the red head a smirk. "It doesn't take two to tango, you know? I can always indulge in some self-pleasure.

Owen's head snapped towards you, and his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious."

You stared into his blue depths. "Deadly." 

Owen growled as he leaned forward and kissed you. "Stop being a brat." He nibbled on your lip, and you shuttered.

You whispered in his ear. "Come on, Owen. Wear me out, and you don't have to worry about any self-indulgence."

You knew it would kill Owen not to touch you as you touched yourself, and as he was your guard for the night, it would be mighty hard to ignore the moans coming from one's boyfriend, who was right in front of you. Putting on a show.

You sighed ever so softly when Owen leaned down again to kiss a path from your jaw to your neck.

Easing his way down your collarbone had to be the most time you have ever spent holding your breath. Your mouth was slightly opening, like you were going to speak, but you were being betrayed by your own voice to let out a keening whine. The hairs on the back of Owen's’ neck stood up as that beautiful noise went straight to his cock. He grounded his hips just a little, trying to make you produce that enticing noise again.

The moment of no return has passed for both of you. It was all too hot. Owen's touch was so scorching you had to remember to breath to keep from melting. Owen pushed his hips up and you clamped your hands around his waist. With every naughty slide of Owen's hips over you, you felt yourself becoming harder. Before he met you, Owen had no experience at all. The redhead had only ever done this once before he met you, and it was kept a secret at the time, but with you.....Owen lost all self-control. As he stared at you, Owen wanted nothing more than to see you scream. Owen followed his intuition. lowering his defenses more and more. Everything you did seemed very so natural. So real.

“Fuck, MC.” Owen whispered as he searched for another kiss. You just responded by grabbing at his arse. Pushing and pulling the body above you in this desperate rhythm that had you both gasping into each other’s open mouths.

“Can I try something?” Owen pulled away just enough for you to look into his sky, blue eyes full of trust and love. “Please?” He asked with a mocking tone and a smirk.

You were too busy to consider or care to respond. Even though you loathed the moment Owen moved away from you, you merely nodded. You watched Owen crawl down on his hands and knees, a moan rising in the back of your throat at the intense desire for contact. You looked at the Owens's silhouette  created by the moonlight. Owen gave you a sloppy smile that made your legs feel like jell-o because he was so intoxicated with love.

“You’re beautiful, lad.” Owen worked his way down, speaking against your chest. He caressed your skin with his lips, making you feel heated. Your stomach knotted when Owen's wild hair touched it, ending the kisses he had been giving you. As Owen attempted to undo the buttons on your pants, you reached out and tucked the fiery red hair behind Owen's ear.

You both paused, just holding onto this moment for every bit you could. This wasn't the first time you did this with the redhead, nor would it be your last if Owen had everything to say about it, but this felt more romantic. Not all the dirty talk that you loved, but more sweet, and you were okay with that. The moon was shining out through the window. The look in both your eyes. I'm safe. You're safe. We are safe.

However, Owen was not a very patient man, even if you were hurt, and he started to ease down your jeans. Owen's hands were clumsy and awkward, leaving the fabric to pool at your ankles since you still had your shoes on. You tried to hold back a smile, but found it hard. Owen looked like a little boy at Christmas.

Owen sat back on his heels for a moment before he moved himself so that one of your’ legs was between his. The denim of Owen's black jeans was rough against bare skin, but you loved it all. Leaning down, Owen softly ran his hand up the thin leg he wasn’t currently straddling. You might have seen flaws or saw the newly fresh scars; all Owen saw was a warrior.

Owen gently caressed the expanding erection that tented your pattern underwear by carefully moving his fingers up. Owen felt pleased because of the little whine in the back of your throat, and he teased you by pressing the heel of his hand harder on you. Finding it difficult to keep moving forward when he felt the distinct molds of your cock. Everything about it was at once too much and insufficient.

Owen wanted you to only focus on him. Owen dragged his tongue flat against your’ naval as he hooked a finger into the waistband of your boxers. Pulling them down to join the bundle of fabric at your ankles Eyes cast down, he took your hard cock in his hand to give it a stroke.

Drops of pre-cum beading were at the tip that he bent down to swipe his tongue over. You clenched your jaw so hard that it was starting to ache as you grabbed at one of Owen's shoulders.

Closing your eyes, Owen stroked you a few more times before taking the head into his mouth. I was sucking lightly and hearing your moan just above a whisper. He slowly moved down to see just how far he could manage. It wasn’t much, but the hand clutching at his shoulder and the way you were already trying to buck your hips up were enough reassurance. You desperately tried to keep quiet, but it was just so difficult. One of Owen's hands stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, while the other held you down on your childhood bed.

All of your’ self-control went to keeping yourself quiet and trying to stay still. You became oddly aware that they were only a few doors down from your aunt. Your protective aunt probably had a loaded shotgun for your demon boyfriend. Despite that, you kept letting small sighs escape, and those little noises went straight to Owen’s own hard cock that was grinding against your leg. The moment Owen stopped midway down your was cock to look up at you behind a curtain of red hair was when you stopped caring about everything around them. With your brows knitted, you moaned loud enough for Owens to smirk. "That's it, lad. Be a good boy."

You could practically feel the smirk as he wrapped his mouth again around your shaft and pressed himself harder down against your leg.

“Fuck, Owen. "You managed to get out between clenched teeth. Pushing back the hair that was blocking your view. The heat was pooling in and radiating through your abdomen when you watched Owen take a hand away to palm over his own bulge.

You took hold of Owen's head and drew him off your cock to give it a firm squeeze at the base as your want and desire grew. If Owen persisted, you were going to finish, and you weren't prepared for it to stop. When you took Owen by the arm and had him lie directly next to the muscular man, his first perplexed expression gave way to one of yearning.

You were working so hard to undo the buttons on Owen's too-tight trousers that you lost every shred of sleepiness you ever had. You adored his tight clothing despite the fact that they drove you crazy, holy sh*t. Owen hooked his fingers to take down his underwear and slacks, and as you began to kiss the sides of his neck fiercely, his stomach fluttered.

“I want to cum together.” Owen buried his hands in your hair as you reached down to massage his throbbing cock and whispered against his ear. He was really smitten with you. It was crazy. Having you in his arms disproved his belief that he would never again have the feeling that the part of him that loved another had passed away before he was even in that grave. Owen gave you a rough kiss in return. You two are trying to jerk each other off so awkwardly that I'm not really sure how to put it into words right now.

Even if you wanted to go all the way tonight, you knew Owen was not going to allow it after your injury. However, you just enjoyed the moment as Owen's rough hands gripped around your dick, which brought you closer to the edge. You tried to hold out. You were trying to make the moment last a little longer, but your love and desire were all over Owen's hand and your own abdomen. You were brokenly moaning into your lover's mouth as you tried to keep moving your hand over Owen's cock.

It didn’t take long. Owen was helpless as he rocked his hips and moaned against your mouth, which kept smothering him with kisses in an attempt to quiet him. He was whispering dirty words like a mantra as you twisted your hand when he reached the tip. Owen's chest was heaving, and his body was freezing up as he came hard between you both. Reducing him to a loud grunt and swearing.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath in post-orgasm bliss. Owen breathed hard against your’ sweaty neck as he lazily stroked his sticky fingers right above the slash in your chest.

"Do you think Aunt Zinnia heard?"

Owen gave a loud chuckle and gave you a sloppy kiss. "Seeing as I'm not dead, lad, I'd say we lucked out of the old bat's reign of terror."

You snuggled up closer to him as he put the covers over you both.

[the-last-f2p]

Hello, may I request prompts 85 and/or 60 for your 100 Yandere prompts event with Ranpo from BSD?

You may :)

Yandere prompts

60 “even if you run, i’ve got far too many connections for you to go anywhere” & 85 “how naive and innocent, you wouldn’t stand a chance in this cruel world without my protection”

Featuring : Ranpo Edogawa

TW: Stalking, possessive behaivour , kiddnapping, swearing

Ranpo Edogawa was a nice guy right? He isn't the nicest but you know he's toloreble. You thought that as well how wrong were you..

It all started about a few weeks ago when you met him you were a new addition the agency and everything was going amazing until your feeling of being watched everywhere started. You didn't feel safe anywhere you thought about telling someone but you didn't want to be a bother so you were stuck . You thought that was the end how wrong were you it was only the start.

Whenever you were with Ranpo and someone else he seemed to tense up, and whenever you were with just him he acted like you were couple . Again just the tip of the iceburg ...

You woke up in an unfamilliar room. Hey not that he would ever he would but it does look like Ranpo's room... Stop bing like that though you only saw it once and even though he's quite egotistcal and creepy. But who are you to accuse someone of a crime like that.

Knock Knock

"Y/N are you in there?" A voice came from behind the door.. It sounded like Ranpo's voice.. You didn't awnser it just didn't seem right.

"Coming in!" The person opened the door and lo and behold it was Ranpo.. So he did kiddnap you and this was his room. Is this a prank if so when can you go home?!

"W-Why am I here when can I go home Ranpo?" You asked getting straight to the point even though you did silently curse yourself for the stutter.

"Protection." He smiled and sat next to you on the air mattress that you woke up on. What? Protection if that's it then he should know that you can protect yourself just fine. You mean not only do you have a kickass ability but you have been in multiple gun fights with the port mafia.

So that's exactly what you told him what you didn't expect was for him to giggle like a little kid.

"how naive and innocent, you wouldn’t stand a chance in this cruel world without my protection” He then continued to laugh in your face before adding a "I am the best detective in the world so I'm the best man for the job!"

"What do you mean I can protect myself just fine.." "Sure whatever I can tell that you're lying by the way." Ranpo chuckled after he said that like it was some sort of joke you didn't get.

"Fine I'll just leave." You tried to get up but Ranpo somehow trapped your wrist in his iron grip allowing you to stand up but not move I single inch

“even if you run, i’ve got far too many connections for you to go anywhere, so I recomend that you sit back down." You couldn't decide because you were yanked back down on the air mattres hitting your head on a wall.

Tha's all you remember you've only been knocked out for a while but that's enough time to weigh out your situation let's put it simply.

You.

Are .

Absouletly .

Fucked.

[hoofusdoofus]

Posting this to tumblr, as well. Breaking my silence here because I am being accused of something fucking heinous. My ex is now claiming I "groomed" them when they were 16 and I was 18. This is mathematically impossible. We are 7 months apart in age. They were born April 2000, I was born August 1999. More evidence debunking this claim is presented below the readmore. Evidence includes unedited screencaps from our chatlogs over the years, my literal drivers license, and screenshots directly from their twitter.

They have also made claim that I manipulated them when we broke up. This is also untrue. As far as I was aware, the breakup was entirely amicable. As proof, here is our conversation on telegram, dated July 3rd, 2020. The last time I even interacted with them was on this date.

If you still have doubts at this, I am more than willing to submit photos of my driver's license with my date of birth as additional hard evidence. anything that happened between us was between two consenting people of similar age, again unless they lied to me about their age. In fact, just to help illustrate my point: Consent was and is important to me and always has been. Here is a conversation from 2018 (while we were still dating) in which I explicitly mention I would not do anything to them/with them without consent.

I am deeply, deeply hurt that our previous relationship is being twisted and taken advantage of like this. I cared a great deal about them and have wished nothing but the best for them. Please do not engage with them or harrass them. I am merely setting the record straight. EDITED AS OF 10:47 PM, 04/10/2024 I'm editing to add additional context and information, pulled riectly from my own twitter thread on the matter. Just one final bit of proof. since I was asked for it. Here is my license, with anything particularly vulnerable scrubbed for my own personal safety. I was born August 9th, 1999.

Just to again, provide absolute mathematical proof that their claim is straight up wrong: Based on the ages listed in their bio for the last several years and our own conversations, they were born in april of 2000. Making them 24 as of 3 days ago. I am 24.

Their claim is that I groomed them when I was 18 and they were 16. Here it is, directly from their twitter. Our birthdays are literally only 7 months and 30 days apart. There is literally no way for me to be 18 when they were 16.

Yes. This does mean I was underage when I joined the community, as I joined in august of 2016. It was something deeply wrong of me and I do apologize. Starting out my interactions with the community on a basis that I was older than I actually was was incredibly fucked of me It is one of my biggest regrets, but it is entirely self inflicted. I do not expect anybody to forgive me for that and if anybody wishes to no longer be in contact with me for that, I understand and do not blame you. I am bringing this all to light in order to clear my name against these accusations. I have done wrong shit in my past. I lied about myself for years and quietly adjusted when the guilt got to me. But I never once did anything to Nova with the intent to harm or groom them. I never manipulated or purposely mistreated them. I have records in the form of chatlogs to show that I tried to be there for them, doing all i could as a partner. I will not be sharing these unless necessary, as I do not wish to publicize their struggles with mental health. Ultimately, maybe this is a direct consequence of me lying when I was young. In a way I am reaping when I sowed. I dont know If I ever told Nova my true age, and perhaps this misunderstanding is the root. We were both minors when we started dating, in October of 2016. I do not blame nova for levying these accusations if that is the case. Nor do I wish any sort of ill will or harm on them. I've stated it before, and I will say it again: Please do not pursue them or harass or bother them. Leave them be. I simply wanted to set the record straight

[snowdropluck204]

You're My Prize - Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader

Hello my lovelies! I have seen a few mafia AU fanfics, but in all of them, it was the reader who was all weak and helpless but no more! I hope you guys like this, it was just a random idea I got when I was listening to music! Enjoy!

As always, the tip button is at the bottom of the post, obviously it's completely optional but it's always appreciated!

Todoroki might seem a bit out of character, I assure you, this is on purpose!

Shoto pov

Restful sleep was not something I was massively used to, but this was relatively peaceful, at least it would have been if I wasn't moving around so much, 'Why am I moving around so much?' I thought to myself, trying my hardest to open my eyes only to wind up with a headache.

'Why? Why won't you open?' I cried in my head, starting to get frightened, my own body wasn't listening to me, I wanted to get up!

As I was thinking this, the rocking about began to soften, whatever I was moving in was coming to a slow stop, giving me some time to think properly. From what I could tell, I was in a car, but was I alone? I was warm, like someone had wrapped me in blankets and now that I was coming to, I could feel someone's arms wrapped around me, carrying me… Somewhere…

I don't know how long it had been since I felt myself being taken out of the car, but I was finally able to open my eyes, they were blurry and I somehow still felt tired but I tried to focus as I looked around the room I was in.

It was beautiful! I was shocked, I was unconscious, moved to an unknown location and now I was in a room that looked like it came directly from a fairy tale! I was lying in a four poster bed with the most comfortable sheets I've ever felt, clean white sheets. I moved to stand, beginning to look around more. The room was painted a pale blue colour, the floor, a plush white carpet, felt incredible under my bare feet.

I was so lost in where I was, I was startled by a gentle knocking on the door, rushing to lay back down in the comfortable bed. It was rare that anyone but Fuyumi knocked on my door, not after Touya came home… I tried to answer, or invite the person in, purely to sate my curiosity, but no words came out, my throat was sore and dry.

Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, the knocker came in anyway and I was immediately in awe. She was gorgeous! (h/c) hair that had a subtle shine, (e/c) eyes that glistened with a thousand different emotions, (s/t) skin that seemed to be completely flawless to me. Who was she? Did she bring me here?

She seemed to have not noticed that I was awake so I took some more time to observe her. She was wearing simple clothing, practical but cute, she was carrying a tray with some food and a jug of water, along with a glass. She wore a gentle smile on her face, she looked so calm and I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.

I was still stuck in my trance when she finally turned around to look at me, she jumped slightly, letting out a light laugh, before placing the tray that she nearly dropped on the bedside table next to me. She pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed, she was quiet for a while, before beginning to speak in a voice I would hear in my head until the end of time.

"I'm glad you finally woke up, I was getting worried, how are you feeling?" She asked me, I was touched, she didn't know me, or at least I didn't know her and yet here she was, trying to make sure I was okay. I nodded, not really giving a straight answer, instead staring longingly at the water I was too nervous to ask for.

The mystery woman seemed to realise what I was looking at, "Aw I'm sorry sweetie! I should've taken care of you as soon as I came in, here you are," Once again, her kindness made me feel warm and tingly. She poured me a glass of water, which I chugged down in a very messy way, if I wasn't so thirsty, I would probably be incredibly embarrassed, but I couldn't care less right now!

"Poor baby, you're parched huh?" She asked with her honey voice, she gave me the food she'd brought and I was so busy eating and drinking, I hadn't noticed her fingers running softly through my hair. She was obviously trying to soothe me and it was working, god it was working! I was unused to the affection even before Touya came home, but after that it was almost like I didn't exist.

When Touya, or then known as Dabi, returned to the family, our father realised just how powerful he had gotten, preferring to continue training him than me, at first, I didn't mind, until I realised the only reason he was relatively nice to me was because I had something to offer… I was completely abandoned, it would have been better if he'd left me on the streets! I'd become nothing more than a servant to my father and brother.

Once I'd finished eating, I was tired again, the feeling of soft skin against my scalp, the warmth through my hair accelerating my slumber. I looked up at the woman, she was smiling gently at me, I smiled back, it was almost a compulsion, I had to smile back. "I- I'm Shoto…" I whispered, hoping she could hear me, she seemed to.

"Hi Shoto, my name is (y/n)," Once again, her voice was intoxicating and her name… (y/n), beautiful.

(y/n) got a notification from her phone, pulling her hand back to check, I was almost ashamed with how I followed her hand, not wanting to be separated from her just yet, I had never felt this close to someone, I had also never blushed this much before. (y/n) sighed, staring at her phone before moving her enchanting gaze to meet my eyes again.

"I'm sorry honey, I've got to go, business." She didn't seem like she wanted to leave, which made me very happy, I wanted to spend more time with her too, but she had to go.

"Could I come?" I asked, trying not to seem too eager, I don't think I succeeded…

(y/n) chuckled softly, furthering my blush, she shook her head gently, "Not today baby, maybe next time, stay put, okay?" She spoke to me as though she were talking to a frightened child, she was babying me and I wasn't mad about it, it actually felt quite nice. I was curious to see what she did for a living. I personally thought she would run a flower shop, or a cat cafe, you know, something sweet and cute.

(y/n) left my side, after another ruffle of my hair and a forehead kiss which left me processing the event for another twenty minutes.

~ Two Hours Later ~

I know (y/n) told me to stay here, but I was getting bored! I wanted to explore and I didn't hear (y/n) lock me in here, so she was probably expecting me to leave…

I opened the door, trying to be as quiet as I could, I didn't know how many people were here and how dangerous they could be, I mean, even the hallways were huge, there were hundreds of different rooms! Surely (y/n) didn't live here, or own this entire building, she would have to be one of the richest, most powerful people in Japan!

I'd found a bunch of cool rooms, they were all gigantic! I saw an indoor pool, next to big windows showing an outdoor pool, there was a bathroom that could have been a spa directly across from the room I was left in and I managed to find an office that may as well have been a library!

I was used to living in a fairly luxurious home, but this was a lot to take in! I managed to finally find the staircase that led downstairs, if you could call them stairs, marble steps, extravagant banisters and lush red carpet spread all the way down. I was still barefoot as I was heading down the stairs, the marble giving me goosebumps.

As I was making my way through the hallways downstairs, I heard voices, some rather concerning voices. I heard a calm man's voice, seemingly reciting a list of actions another person in the room had committed.

"Mr. Fujima, you asked Mistress (l/n) to loan you a significant sum of money over a year ago, she agreed on the soul instance that you pay that money back plus interest, in the span of six months." The man's voice was cold and uncaring. 'What was I listening in on? I don't think it was safe for me to be snooping…'

There was the second voice, another man but not calm or cold, he was desperate and frightened, I assumed this was Mr Fujima, "Please! I'll have the money soon, I'm so close!" The man sounded fairly young. I managed to find the room the people were in.

In the room, I could see the face of Mr Fujima, kneeling on the floor, his hands together, begging forgiveness, I wasn't sure who to yet. I saw he was kneeling in front of a large chair, almost a throne in the centre of the room, but the chair was facing away from me, so I couldn't see the mysterious person sat in it. I could also see the broad back of the man who spoke earlier, he looked almost like a butler, wearing a long tailcoat and white gloves, standing next to the chair.

The cold man spoke once more, "Mr Fujima, if you respected my mistress, you would have paid back that money six months ago, instead you asked for an extension of time, that ended today. Instead of paying it back now, you ask for yet another extension. Mistress (l/n) is a patient woman and give second chances, but never a third."

The atmosphere in the room was tense and dangerous, I was scared for Mr Fujima, whatever was going on in there, seemed almost like someone borrowing money from the Yakuza… Was this beautiful building owned by mafia?

The person in the throne shifted, they let a dainty, black gloved hand into my vision, pausing the sobbing of the man in front of them. They began tapping on the arm of their chair, as though contemplating the man's fate.

"I don't give third chances, goodbye, Mr Fujima, your family will be cared for." They were a she, hence the dainty hand I suppose, but I know her voice from somewhere…

Whoever she was, she stood and got closer to Mr Fujima, two large men in suits grabbing him from behind and lifting him into standing, even from behind, the woman seemed very familiar, but I couldn't make out anything specific in the darkness of the room.

As she got closer to the weeping man, pulling off one of the gloves, she placed her hand against his chest. My eyes widened as it seemed to melt into his chest cavity, causing pained gasps to leave Mr Fujima. When she pulled out her hand, she had his heart contained between her fingers, which she began to squeeze until it became dust.

My Fujima's lifeless body fell to the floor. The butler man was immediately behind the woman with a handkerchief, removing the silver dust meticulously.

"It's such a shame I had to do that, but he was nothing but a scummy gambler, he could have paid that money back by working hard, instead he's a disappointment to his wife and children." The woman spat, even with the venom present, her voice was still gorgeous.

I was so entranced by her voice, I hadn't noticed my grip on the door slipping, I fell forward and into the room, the door creaking as though mocking my lack of stealth. The butler and the suited men shot their heads in my direction, leading to my body freezing in fear.

The woman turned to face me and I could finally see her from the front, if I wasn't already frozen, I would have been now. "(y/n)?" I stammered. It was her, she was wearing something far less simplistic than earlier, a suit and tie, minor jewellery and the gloves. But it was definitely her.

She gave me her sweet smile and, as much as I didn't want to after seeing what she had done, I felt my heart melt and my cheeks flush. "Hiya baby, now what are you doing there on the floor?" She asked, coming over to me slowly, as if she was trying to calm a fawn.

I was still stuck staring at her eyes, her beauty, she got close enough to place a hand on my face, softly cupping my cheek, I leaned in to her warm skin desperately. "You're mine now sweetie, I'll take good care of you." She whispered into my ear, I could feel her smirk against my skin as she left me there on the floor with the butler, but not before giving me another kiss, this time, a soft peck on the lips.

'What have I gotten myself into?'

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I hope you guys like this! Let me know if you want a part two! And let me know if you want me to re-post this chapter in both male reader perspective and gender neutral!

[tillys-writings]

Bound to you - Part 2

Neteyam x reader

A/N: Second part posted ! I may take some time between the updates but I will try to post at least once a week! The first part was more of an introduction but here we slowly get to dive into the story. Again, every sort of feedback is appreciated !

TW: Mention of blood and war.

Word Count: 3.2 K

Part one

War. A salty taste lingering in the air. Dark clouds hovering above my head. Looking up, I could no longer make out the beauty of my surroundings. I was bound to feel and see the end. The end of nature, the end of peace, the end of life as I knew it. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow, muscles aching due to the metal I was lying on. Everything was blurry. I tried to recognize my surroundings, to no avail. My ears were ringing. Even though I could feel my eyes widening, my vision remained blurry. Foggy strokes of various shades or orange and grey painting the background, I tried to scream but only a whimper came out, throat burning. I brought my hands in the line of my eyesight, I could distinguish the faint blue shape of my fingers, however as I tried to bring them to my face, I could not feel anything, neither my hands nor my face. Every single part of my body was numb. Tears scattered my face, cheeks and neck completely wet. I started sobbing.

"Y/N !"

"What's happening to her?"

The voices seemed so close but so far away, muffled by the non-existent cotton in my ears. My eyes flew open. A loud gasp escaping my lips. I could make out faint shapes of blue in front of my face.

"Mo'at, what happened?"

I felt soft hands touching my forehead, and then caressing my hair. The air on my face was hot and sticky but my whole body felt cold. I fully gained back consciousness with a light sob.

"Hey hey, baby you're alright." As I heard my mother's soft voice, I started sobbing harder. I didn't know why, but it relieved the pain from my nightmare, the weight on my chest. The feelings were releasing themselves in the form of salty tears falling freely from my eyes.

"You were asleep y/n. We tried to wake you up, but you were not reacting at all. What did you see?" I tried to answer Mo'at but as I started reminiscing the feeling of what happened came back in a rush and the weight on my chest only grew.

"Maybe it's best if we let her rest for a moment." Answered my mother for me.

It's been a few hours now. Cheeks still wet, I was able to regulate my breathing and calm myself down. Not a sound was heard in the pod. The air was thick, and the light noises from outside were concealed by my thoughts.

"I saw the end, mom." I started, feeling my waterline fill with tears once again. My mom turned around from the small space where she was preparing food. "I saw the war, everything was burning, everything hurt." Not a sound. Everything was absorbed by the silence. My mom did not react. She only looked at me with a pained expression, not moving.

"I'm scared" I continued, voice breaking and hands shaking. I curled on my side, bringing my knees to my stomach. I do not know if I spoke more for myself or for my mother. But I know that I cried because of the war, because of the fear of losing people I knew and cared about, because of the destruction of everything around me, even though it was only a dream, or a nightmare more so.

Upon hearing those words, my mother directly abandoned her task at hand to come and wrap her hands around my body, soothing words being whispered in my ear.

"It's only a dream, baby. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

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The nightmare was pushed on the back of my mind. It never left but I tried not to think too much of it. I needed to have my head straight today, Jake organised the raid of a maglev train which was one of the most important supply lines for the RDA. I was set to be on the air team as a spotter along with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

" Please be careful y/n"

"Always am, and I'll be with Lo'ak and Neteyam, I'll be alright." I reassured my mother with a slight smile. I gave her a hug and promptly made my way to the meeting point in High Camp. Everyone was energetic, running around, getting ready, sharpening knives and finishing touching up their arrows.

" Y/N! " said a deep voice which made me turn around sharply.

"Here's a commlink for you" continued Jake making his way towards me and handing me the ear and neck piece. "Stay in the air and keep your eyes open, alright?" a stern look on his face, which made me nod promptly.

"I'm probably not the one you should be worried about though" I answered with a slight chuckle and a nod towards his sons. Lo'ak was doing war cries with paint of his face while Neteyam was looking done with his brother's antics. Jake sighed loudly before looking back at me with an exasperated look on his face. He quickly made his way towards his sons after wishing me good luck.

Setting my bow around my torso, I put the commlink around my head and settled the other part on my ear. Bringing my hand to my mouth, two fingers curling under my tongue, I let out a long whistle. Tsi’iu promptly answered my calls and landed in front of me. “Hey you” I cooed, looking at her with a toothy grin. My hand caressing her face, I slowly made Tsaheylu. She was eager to fly, I could feel her envy of us flying together, hovering above the clouds and swaying between the mountains. I jumped on her back and she quickly jumped off, making me let a happy chuckle escape my lips.

I could feel the cool air hitting my face, eyes protected by my ionar. Thighs slightly burning contrasting with the cold wind. Escaping the clouds and flying in the clear sky, I was quickly covered by a dark shadow above me. Eyes looking up, they met Lo’ak’s who was fully smiling with both his lips and his eyes. Neteyam joined us, settling on my right side. He gave me a quick nod and a tight smile. Reaching to his commlink, “Eagle Eye, Ladybug, let’s go, we have to move.” I nodded slightly before dipping with Tsi’iu, following Neteyam. He is actually the one who found my code name. Jake apparently told them that a Ladybug was a small insect from Earth. And that it was supposed to bring luck.

“Maybe, like that, as long as you’ll be with us, we’ll be lucky.”

We were sixteen when we went on our first raid. That’s when Neteyam decided to give me this name.

The raid slowly came to an end, it was a success. We all grinned to each other as we flew in a more or less straight line. Lo’ak suddenly decided to break the silence, screaming to us instead of using the commlink, which was a bad sign. He wanted to do something without Jake knowing. “We have to get down there, bro!” he said addressing his brother. “Jake will skin you, guys.” I reminded them with a light scowl on my face. “Come on now, don’t be such a wuss.” He said with a wink before dipping directly towards the ground. Neteyam was losing patience quickly, lips in a tight line evident on his face. “Lo’ak, come back!” he said, clearly frustrated, letting out a low growl. “You, stay here.” He ordered, quickly turning around and looking at me before following his brother down near the train. I kept circling above them with Tsi’iu, sighing when I saw Lo’ak grab a gun. He really was being a rebellious pain in the ass. That’s when I heard it, head whipping in its direction before one of my hand grabbed at my neck: “A helicopter gunship, get out of there!” I screamed through the commlink, hoping they would have time to get away. Quickly flying up with Tsi’iu, I dodged the relentless fire coming from the helicopter. Someone from the ground luckily taking it out. Coming back to hover on top of where the brothers were minutes ago, my eyes widened in horror as I took in what was happening. My mind turned blank as I dived with no second thoughts towards the smoke and fire. My eyes were stinging due to the smoke coming out of the engines, mixed with detritus flying around.

“Neteyam! Lo’ak!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, breaking Tsaheylu and running around. I started checking the people on the ground, every time my heart rate quickened, and my throat tightened, scared of seeing the face of one of my friends as I turned them around. I felt the adrenaline high in full force through my body.

“Oh Eywa. No, no, no, no. Please no.” I was whispering to myself as I recognized one of the warriors lying on a piece of metal. Burns were scattered around his back. I ran to him, slipping on some oil and slightly burning my feet on the hot metal. Breaking my run with a curse I continued my way over to my friend as fast as possible.

“Neteyam, Teyam! Oh, please Eywa.” I turned him around. Tears of relief made their way down my face as I realised, he was alive. Yellow orbs looked up at me as he gripped my forearm. “Sorry”, he croaked out.

“Y/N, where are you?” I heard in the commlink; Jake was probably on the verge of a cardiac arrest with this whole commotion.

“I am well, I found Neteyam. He is going to be alright.” I tried to reassure him as best as I could.

“Oh, thank Eywa, thank you y/n. Don’t move, I’m coming to get you both.”

Jake took care of bringing back Neteyam, Lo’ak and myself following closely behind.

As we arrived back in High Camp, The Sully family and my mom came to greet us.

“Oh, my Eywa, you’re alright! I heard of what happened, I was so scared.” She kept on rambling, holding my arms tightly to make sure I was in one piece. Hands moving up to my face, giving me a kiss on my forehead before pulling me into a hug, relief flooding around her frame.

At the same time, Neteyam and Lo’ak were getting scolded by Jake. Heads hanging low and their eyes directed towards the ground, they knew better than to confront their father in a time like this. I briefly caught the eyes of Neteyam. He looked scared, tired, in pain and disappointed, probably in both himself and Lo’ak. It was definitely not the time for a scolding right now. Reassuring my mother once more, I told her I’ll meet her later.

I quickly walked to Neteyam’s side, holding his arm the same way my mother did to me.  Eyes then focused on the purulent burns on his back. It definitely needed to be taken care of if he did not want it to get infected, scolding or not.

“Jake, he’s hurt.” I looked at him with pleading eyes. Neytiri intervened as well, “Ma Jake, your son is bleeding.” She gave him a pointed look. A silent discussion between them taking place in the span of a few seconds.

“Go in and get patched up.” Jake said, looking tense. We all, except Lo’ak, quickly made our way in their pod.

“Kiri, give him this.” Mo’at said handing a tiny ceramic glass full to the brim with a concoction used to stop the infection taking place inside his body. “I would use yalnabark.” Intervened Kiri, while making her way to her grandmother. “Ah, and who is Tsahik?” answered her grandmother on a light tone. “You are grandmother.” Answered back Kiri, jokingly annoyed.

“Y/N, come here.” She continued as I made my way towards her. “You will apply this to Neteyam’s wounds. Kiri will come with me to help the others.”

You took the paste from her hands as they both made their ways to the rest of the people who were hurt. Tentatively dipping two fingers in the thick preparation, you brought your fingers to a burn near Neteyam’s right shoulder. You felt the remedy stick to your fingers which encouraged you to apply a light pressure next to the wound, trying to get rid of the paste and making it stick to his skin instead. His skin reacted immediately, puss and blood seeping out of the burn. Your upper lip curled a little bit in disgust while your eyes softened hearing Neteyam’s cries.

“Ow, ow, OW!” “Sorry, sorry.” You cut him.

“Mighty warriors…” added Spider with a scoff. It was not the time to laugh. They did not realise the extent of what could have happened. Children.

Your instincts gaining the best of you, you let out a low hiss in the direction of the small human, who quickly put his hands up in surrender and left the hut with a small apology.

As soon as it was only Neteyam left with you in the hut, your focus was quickly redirected to his wounds. Half of his back had been taken care of in silence, only cut by the scarce hiss of pain coming from the warrior in front of you. The silence was apparently not enough as the man in front of you decided to break it by asking a stupid question, a question you did not have an answer to.

“Where did the nickname “Teyam” come from?” he said, slightly turning around, a huge grin breaking through his face and showing his teeth. Fangs poking on the sides of his lips.

You froze for a few seconds, you did not know where it came from, you did not have an answer. You knew he did that to embarrass you. Feeling the heat rush to your face. Your tongue clicked in annoyance, trying to hide your fluster. You flickered at his ear, which made him let out a light chuckle before turning back.

You continued to work on his back, but you could feel your concentration slowly slip out of you through your fingers. Getting distracted by the way his shoulders shuddered slightly underneath your touch and the way his blue strips contoured the side of his body. You gulped before retracting your hands completely to fetch more preparation. As you got up, Neteyam looked at you intently, questions evident in his eyes.

“I’ll be back.” You told him before hurrying to find Mo’at or Kiri.

I swiftly made my way across the camp. A combination between running and walking, I took each step carefully, knees bouncing. When I arrived in the main tent where the injured were being taken care of, a smell of blood and metal reached me. It was so strong that it made my nose scrunch up and my eyes narrow involuntarily. I felt my ears flatten on the side of my head, the pained cries of the warriors assailing my ears. My tail was swatting left to right nervously behind me as my eyesight scanned the place in search of a familiar face.

My narrowed eyes quickly landed on Kiri, who was occupied applying pressure on a man from the clan, a piece of shrapnel sticking out of his side, blood sipping out of the wound. My heart ached at the sight.

As I readied myself to make my way over to her, a soft but strong hand gripped my shoulder in place, stopping me in my tracks.

“What do you need, y/n?” inquired the Tsahik who was now standing in front of me. “It’s better not to stay too long around here, dear.” She continued, holding my stare with her own, preventing me from looking anywhere else.

“I just need some of that healing paste Mo’at.” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

With a slight nod, she reached for a small cup similar to the one in my hands. She thrusted it strongly in my grip, grabbing the empty one in return. “Now go back, y/n” she said in a strong but delicate tone. I gave her a sharp nod and left at once without turning back.

Closing back the flap of the hut behind me, I let the fresh air hit my face, getting rid of the horrid smell which took a hold of my senses a few minutes prior. Taking a large inhale, I pushed my body forward the hut where Neteyam was waiting.

Making my way inside, I found him still sitting in the same place, sharpening his knife. His eyes briefly met mine before focusing back on his work. I sat back behind him in silence, resuming looking after his wounds which were already looking better.

“What happened back there?” He suddenly asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence. My golden eyes widened slightly, my hovering above the skin of his back. “What?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, as if I would speak any louder something would break.

“Your face, I can see that something is bothering you. What is it?” He pressed; his eyes still focused on his task at hand.

“I saw all the injured people from today’s raid.” I started, a sigh escaping my lips. “I saw Meayko with this wound on his side.” My hands fell in my lap in defeat. “He’s only a few years older than us, Neteyam.” At the sound of his name and the absence of my fingers on his back, he turned his whole body towards me, legs almost touching. My eyes were absorbed by the paste slowly drying on my fingers, picking at it with my other hand.

“We don’t deserve what is happening to us. We can never be happy with them here.” I continued. I could feel my eyes filling with tears. The salty water was threatening to spill any seconds.

As Neteyam’s words escaped his lips, I felt the dam break.  

“Mawey, ma y/n. Mawey.” He reached for the back of my head with his four-fingered hands, bringing my head towards his collar bone. He let me cry in this position for as long as I needed to, whispering reassuring words in my ears.

When I felt the tears come to a halt, I finally pulled my head back. Neteyam’s hands still remained strongly put on either side of my face.

“We can be happy even with the sky people here.” He said, looking straight at me. “We may not deserve that, but we have to fight and do what is right. We have to protect our home, our nature, our animals. We have to protect Eywa, y/n. But most importantly we have to protect each other. If we stick together and we watch our backs, nothing can happen to us.” He said in a strong tone, like any warrior would.

“I will never let anything happen to you y/n.” He said the last sentence in a quiet tone, which was only answered by a nod from me and the resuming of our previous hug. This time I reached my hands behind his back, carefully avoiding the burns. His hand held my head right as they did before.

A/N: Every sort of feedback is welcomed and appreciated ! Thank you for reading :)

[yallemagne]

"How did you know I wanted to marry any one?" His reply was simply contemptuous, given in a pause in which he turned his eyes from Mrs. Harker to me, instantly turning them back again:—

"What an asinine question!"

"I don't see that at all, Mr. Renfield," said Mrs. Harker, at once championing me. He replied to her with as much courtesy and respect as he had shown contempt to me:—

"You will, of course, understand, Mrs. Harker, that when a man is so loved and honoured as our host is, everything regarding him is of interest in our little community. Dr. Seward is loved not only by his household and his friends, but even by his patients, who, being some of them hardly in mental equilibrium, are apt to distort causes and effects. Since I myself have been an inmate of a lunatic asylum, I cannot but notice that the sophistic tendencies of some of its inmates lean towards the errors of non causa and ignoratio elenchi."

Now, I may just be stupid... but Renfield's response makes no sense.

So, non causa or non causa pro causa ("not the cause for the cause") is a logical fallacy where one wrongly assumes one event causes another. You know, it's what he was saying about distorting causes and effects.

And ignoratio elenchi ("irrelevant conclusion") is a logical fallacy where one tries to refute an opponent by disproving an assertion that wasn't made.

So??

"How did you know that I wanted to get married?"

"Everyone loves Dr. Seward. Yep, even the patients. And we patients distort causes and effects and engage in sophistry and deception!"

Hey Renfield... did you just... engage in sophistry just now? He's definitely not answering the question. He's making an assertion that has nothing to do with the question. He wasn't asked what the patients do in their free time, he was asked why he knows such a strangely personal detail about his doctor. But since he makes that assertion so eloquently and uses Latin, Seward is super impressed like: "I think being around a woman made him sane!"

No, I think you're an idiot, Seward. I think Mr. Renfield is way smarter than you give him credit for, and by that, I mean he's way smarter than you. Seward marvels when Renfield starts talking like him because that's a sign of great intelligence in his eyes.

Please correct me if I'm wrong. I could be wrong a second time. I originally thought Renfield's spiel was saying that the patients gossiped about Seward's personal life, but that's not what it says.

Renfield answers Seward's question of "how do you know this incredibly personal information about me" with "I am lying to you" and Seward's just so blindsided by the fact that someone else is using unnecessary Latin phrases that he doesn't even question Renfield's non-answer. I mean? Maybe Renfield could be saying "Idiot, I tricked you into telling me about this", who knows.

This is why Renfield is great imo, it's not the bug-eating, it's the fact that he said straight to Seward's face "I'm smarter than you" and Seward was so dumb his only reaction was like "omg my patient spoke Latin!! Mrs. Harker must have special lady powers to make that happen!"

[13as07]

Friends #1

(Rock Lee/Shikamaru Nara)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to unknown]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,733

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Slight angst

Also Rock Lee and Shikamaru love triangle (kind of)

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My back aches as I lean down, reaching for the ground as I stretch myself out. Working out is such a waste. I could be at home relaxing or doing literally anything else, but no. Asuma keeps insisting I keep exercising so my 'joints don't get stiff as I recover'.

It's a small injury, a couple of stitched-up slash wounds that Asuma refuses to overlook, insisting I can return to duty once they're removed. I think he's just being overly cautious but that's the kind of Sensei he is. He cares about me and the rest of the squad more than anything. Even if I don't want to be on medical leave, I should at least get to relax and enjoy it.

But again, no, so here I am, on one of the training grounds of the village. Twenty-seventh maybe? Or maybe twenty-eighth. I don't know, it's a big empty field giving me plenty of room to play around with my tricks and jutsus.

A long sigh spills out as I tug myself back up, standing straight so I can stretch out my arms. "This is going to be such a drag," I mumble to myself, instantly scrunching my face up in disgust when the last word tumbles out.

I'm spending too much time around the chief's son. I need more friends than Shika, Ino, and Chojo. I spend more than enough time with them on missions and training assignments, I don't need to spend my free time with them too.

Though, I've been spending a lot more time with Gai's mini-me. He's a funny guy, straightforward about almost everything, totally work-ethic driven, and competitive enough to put his sensei's competitiveness to shame. Lee is cute for how weird and unaware of a guy he is. His eyes interest me, how round and full they always seem to be.

My recent interest in the Taijutsu user has been the newest topic among team ten. Well, the newest topic for Ino to talk about. Chojo never knows what's going on and Shika only cares if Lee is being a 'gentleman'.

I think it's just Shika's chief-like worries filtering in now that we're getting older and the fate of him taking over for his father is a constant topic among the clan. I find it funny, how unbothered-ly worried he is, especially since Shika isn't much of a gentleman himself.

Ino is a bit pushy about the subject, with a million questions spilling from her after every hangout I have with Lee. She can be mean sometimes, sly comments filtering around me 'settling' or Lee's looks, along with poking at the lack of jutsus Lee uses.

     I'm happy with Lee, in whatever it is we are. The older boy is confusing sometimes, courtesy of his obliviousness. Nonetheless, I enjoy his company and the time we spend together, even if there isn't a title tacked on to it.

     However I'm hoping with Shika's date with Temari this weekend, Ino's focus will shift from my situation with Lee to the new romance blooming for our teammate.

As for Chojo, he's just oblivious to the world, almost on Lee's level. Every time, Ino's 'What did you and Lee do?' question is followed by Chojo's 'You’re friends with Lee?' question.

I shake my head at the thought of Chojo's dumb behavior, focusing back on my stretches. I sink to the ground, finishing out my stretches with my legs. I butterfly them, stretching out my hips and my lower back.

"You're not doing that right," Someone calls from behind me, startling me out of my blissful peace.

"This is going to suck," I mutter to myself, hanging my head backward to see my peace destroyer.

Lee's ears must have been ringing because here he is, standing behind me with his usual big smile. "Let me help you, Nara-San," he chirps, working his way around me.

     "Lee," I groan, shifting my weight to my hands. "I've been telling you for weeks to stop calling me that," I grumble, head flipping back up.

     "Well, what should I call you?" Lee asks, sitting across from me on the ground, eyes as round as ever as he looks at me.

     "I don't know. Anything but 'Nara-San'. That's what people call Shikamaru, not me."

     He sits on my request for a while, eyes slowly blinking at me as he's away in La-La-land. "So..." he starts, life finally back in his dead eyes now that he's present on Earth again. "You want a nickname?"

     "I mean," I start heat rising to my cheeks. It's embarrassing feeling like I asked Lee to give me a nickname. You don't ask for that, it's something that just happens. "That's not what I'm saying, but it's not - not what I'm saying, I guess."

     "I'm confused."

     "Me too," I mutter, dropping my eyes to the ground. Maybe I should have ignored Sensei and stayed home. Lee's obviousness tends to lead me to feel stupid about a lot of things. Mostly about whatever we are. Friends? More than friends? Companions? Hell if I know, and sure as hell if Lee knows.

     "I will think of a nickname. For now, let's fix your posture!" Lee cheers, leaning closer to me. "If you're not sitting straight your muscles won't stretch right," he explains, one of his hands pushing on my spine as the other one pushes my shoulder, forcing my spine to straighten.

     "Maybe I don't care," I answer back, rolling my eyes at the exercise nut.

     "Lotus-Chan!" He yelps, hands jumping from me to his chest. "Stretching is the most important part of exercising. If you don't stretch beforehand you can cause joint pain or even damage your muscles. If you don't stretch after you're more susceptible to injuries. Please tell me you stretch after your workouts."

     I stare at the boy, stuck on the quick-witted nickname. I can't tell if I like it or not. "I don't stretch afterward, no," I mumble, continuing to roll the nickname over. "Lee?"

     "Lotus-Chan?"

     My eyes flicker at the dumbness rolling off of Lee, my question sticking in my throat. He has to know what Chan means right? Or maybe he doesn't, he's pretty naive. "You're dumb," I finally squeeze out, shaking the situation out of my head as I stand up.

     Lee looks up at me, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Why did you say that? Do you think I'm dumb, Lotus-Chan?"

     "Of course not, Lee. I'm just teasing," I answer back, patting his head to reassure him further. Despite the constant reminders, I somehow tend to forget how unaware he can be. "Kind of."

     "Kind of?" He asks, quickly climbing to his feet to stand next to me. "I do not understand."

     "Rocky?" I tease, throwing out my nickname for the dense shinobi.

     "My name is Rock, not Rocky."

     I sigh at the boy, my patience quickly running thin. "I know, Lee. It's a nickname."

     "Oh."

     "Give me your notebook," I order, reaching my hand out and wiggling my fingers at him.

     "Of course, Lotus-Chan!" He says in his usually overly peppy tone, saluting me before digging out his notebook.

     I take it from him, tugging out the pen clipped to the cover before flipping through the pages. I scrabble down a book recommendation, one of the many books littered around Asuma-Sensei's house: Are They Flirting? by Bashira Suzuki. I thought the book was pathetic at the time, but maybe it'll help Lee a bit.

     I tear the page out, tucking it into Lee's pocket before giving him back his stuff. "I wrote you a note."

     "I saw," he mutters, nodding his head as he focuses intensely on me.

     "It's a book I want you to read before we hang out again."

     "Why?"

     "Because I said so," I drag out the first word, walking away from the confused boy as I finish my sentence. "I think it'll help you."

     "Help me with what?" Rock asks, trailing after me as I walk further into the field.

     "Us," I mutter, getting embarrassed even though I know Lee won't take it in the way I mean it.

     "Oh, so it'll help me be a better friend. I shall do my best!" His arms pump to his sides, mind set on accomplishing the 'not actually a mission' I gave him.

     "Um, sure," I hum, smiling at the dumb boy who can't take a hint to save his life. "Hey, Lee?" I call, stopping in my tracks.

     "Yes, Lotus-Chan?" He calls back, falling still next to me.

     "Do you kiss all your friends?" I say, referring to the last time we hang out alone.

     During that night, we chilled at his apartment, like we usually do. Well, I chilled and Lee did hundred-something headstand push-ups. The night ended in a few kisses, five or six before I left. It was nice, but even more confusing.

     I've tried to talk to him about it, but the conversations usually end with me angry and Lee confused so I left it alone. It's hard talking to him sometimes and I sure as hell can't talk to Ino about the situation. Or Chojo. Shika usually just shrugs and tells me it 'sounds like a drag' so he's no help either.

     "No, just you," Rock answers, making me feel better. "Do you kiss your friends?"

     "Not usually," I answer, smiling at the dumbie I've fallen for. "Rocky?" I hum, settling on not working out today.

     "Lotus-Chan?"

     "I like you," I mutter, trying to confess again. Maybe it'll click this time. Maybe I should try harder to confuse my feelings but 'I love you' seems too strong at the moment and leaves just as much room for misunderstanding. 'I want to be your girlfriend' seems too straight forward though.

     "I like you too, you're a really good friend."

     "Dear Lord, Lee," I groan, before sighing through my nose. I know he's not doing it on purpose. Lee isn't the kind of person to mess with someone's emotions, but still. He can't possibly be this dumb. "I'm going home."

     "Oh, okay. I'll see you later, Lotus-Chan!"

     "Dumbie," I huff under my breath, storming away from the emotionally unintelligible shinobi. Maybe I should have said 'I want to be your girlfriend' instead. 

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     "I hate Lee," I mutter just loud enough for Shikamaru to hear.

     "No you don't," he corrects, chuckling at my empty words.

     "Feels like I do," I bite back, eyes trailing after Naruto who's stumbly dancing with Hinata in the yard.

     Lord Hyuga is away on a business trip so Neji and Hinata threw a small house party. Booze, buzz, and leaf shinobis galore. Hence, Shika and me on the porch as a buzzed Naruto dances with Hinata and a wasted Neji dances with Tenten.

     "It's just the alcohol in your system and the blood rushing to your head," Shikamaru continues, tugging me from my hunched-over position on the porch. "I don't know what you see in him in the first place."

     "He's nice," I answer, in search of my drink. The Nara prince shifts it back to me, palm cupping the opening so it's covered. "A little paranoid, aren't we?" I tease, sinking back to lying down, this time with my head in Shika's lap.

     "You can never be too careful," he mutters, fingertip repeatedly poking my forehead to try and piss me off.

     It's a common misconception that Shikamaru and me are a thing. We're close, mostly from the fact we're both from the Nara clan, which means we've grown up together. The closeness was only encouraged when we landed in the same squad.

     People aren't completely wrong. Shika and I have hooked up a few times; drunk stupors, long missions away from the village, and of course curious first times during our youthful days. Nothing ever came of it, of course, but that doesn't mean it never happened.

     "I don't think any of our friends are going to drug me."

     "You can never be too careful," he repeats before tugging my drink back out of my hands. Shika takes a swig of it before giving it back, too lazy to get up and grab himself another drink.

     "I hate Lee."

     "I hate Temari."

     "Shut up. You like her," I tease, poking his ribs with the bottle in my hold. "If you didn't you wouldn't have taken her on a date yesterday."

     "At least I can get a date," he mocks, flipping my hair into my face. "Miss 'why doesn't he like me back', 'why can't he see I like him', 'why can't he-"

     "Ya, ya, ya, I get your point, Shadow Boy," I groan, sitting up straight before finishing my drink. "I'm going to go get another one. You want one?"

     "Ya," he answers, watching as I stumble to my feet. Maybe Shika is right, maybe all my blood did go to my head. "Don't fall on your face."

     "Shut up, Jerk," I shoot back, gaining my balance before heading my way back inside.

     As I walk through the house, thoughts of Lee circle my head. More specifically, thoughts of our kisses. I want kisses. From him. Right now.

     My path switches from finding the drink coolers to finding the dumbie I haven't seen in a few days. It doesn't take long, he's in the lounge room, in the middle of an arm wrestling match with Kiba. I'm not surprised, the two most competitive shinobis of our generation are always testing each other. A group of people are around them, some that I know but most that I don't.

     Lee's laugh and Kiba's groan echo through the room, notifying me of the winner without having to look. People exchange money as I weasel through the small crowd, some pretty happy and others a bit huffy from their losses.

     "Hi," I say, once I fall in front of his view.

     "Hello, Nara-San!" He calls back, a smile on his face as he looks at me.

     "Stop calling me that. I don't like it," I whine, shifting closer. I snuggly fit myself between his knees, fingers curling into his hair as I rest my face on top of his head. "I like it when you call me Lotus-Chan."

     I shouldn't be saying that I shouldn't be standing here, I shouldn't be talking to Lee because he pisses me off beyond belief. But I can't help it. I feel good and I want nothing but his attention right now.

     "You do? You seemed pretty mad last time we talked."

     Dumb, dumber, and dumbest. "That's not why I was mad," I mutter, a bit upset that Rock won't touch me back. "Rocky?"

     "Lotus-Chan?" He calls back, a bit cautious as he looks up at me.

     My hands slide from his hair down to cup his face. "That's me," I hum out, setting my forehead against his. "And you, my dear ninja, are a dumbie."

     "Why am I a dumbie?" Lee asks, his already big eyes going even bigger as he stares up at me.

     "Because you're not touching me. You're really dense. You have a drunk girl clinging to you and you won't even touch me. Why won't you touch me back, Lee?" Even with the alcohol in my system, I feel stupid when the words dribble out.

     "It's not right to touch a drunk person. They can't properly consent," he answers, head tilted in confusion.

     "Oh my Lord, Rock Lee," I mutter, climbing into his lap. His eyes go wide again as I shift myself around, letting my legs hang as my arms wrap around his neck. "I want kisses, and your hands around my waist, and your attention. I'm not asking you to fuck me. That'll just confuse me even more."

     "Oh, well you can have that any time you want," he says, his hands resting on my waist before gently squeezing me. "Why would... um... intercourse confuse you more? What are you confused about?"

"Us," I whisper, dusting kisses across his cheeks and nose. "Do you like me? Do you not?"

"Of course I do. If I didn't like you we wouldn't be friends."

"Dumbie," I repeat, rolling my eyes at the dense man under me. "I like you in a not friend way."

"Then what way do you like me?" Lee asks, his face starting to go red as his body heat rises.

"I like you in an 'I want to be your girlfriend' way," I answer, pecking his lips as I scoot closer to him. "I like you in a 'we should find an empty room to make out in' way," I continue, pecking his lips again before climbing out of his lap.

"Oh... oh!" Lee says, quickly shooting up after me. "I don't... I wasn't - "

"Ya, I know," I cut him off, taking hold of his hand before leading him out of the room, in search of any sort of privacy. I want kisses and I want kisses now.

"I got the book you told me to get," Lee says as he trails after me.

"And you haven't read it yet?" I state more than I ask, the answer is very obvious from the last couple of minutes.

"No, not yet. I'll do twenty laps around the village to make it up to you."

"Or you could just make out with me," I mutter, pushing a door open. There's a bed and no other people, good enough for me.

"I shall do both." I don't even have to look at him to know he's got that determined look in his eye and his head is nodding in agreement with himself.

I tug us into the room, closing the door behind us before plopping on the bed. "Come here," I call, tapping the spot next to me. Rock does as I ask, settling stiffly in the bed next to me. "Rocky?"

"Lotus-Chan?"

"Do you like me back or do you still like Sakura?" The question hurts to ask but I want to know the answer.

It hurts even more watching as Lee looks down at me, no answer coming from him. "I still like Sakura." The answer hurts, making me feel sober and sad for a second. "I like kissing you though, I just..."

"Think of Sakura when we kiss?" Why do I keep asking questions I know are going to hurt me? Why was I wrong about Lee not being the kind of person to play with my emotions? Why did I spend so much time believing he was just naive? Why didn't I see him friend-zoning me so much?

"Ya." Silence falls between us, filling the air with heaviness as I think about the answers I got back.

"Neji told me sometimes people will kiss and such without liking each other. If I knew you liked me I wouldn't have kissed you back the other day. I thought we both didn't like each other and we just... kissed sometimes." The explanation hurts even more, just further proving to me Lee really is a nice guy and that we just suck at communicating. "I'm sorry, Lotus-Chan."

"Just call me Nara-San," I whisper, focusing on the ceiling.

I can feel Lee's eyes on me, staring down at me. "I really am sorry."

"Please leave." Lee stays put for a second, eyes still on me for a beat before he does as I ask, leaving me alone in the room with my heart ache. Why does he have to be so nice? Why does he have to be so dense? So dumb?

After a couple of minutes of heartache and tears, I drag myself out of bed, my mind set on washing away the night, the moment with Lee, his answers to my questions. My goal is set on washing out any inkling of Lee from my mind. He never existed.

"Shika?" I call, scanning the lounge for him.

My heart stings when my eyes land on Lee cozying up to Sakura. I can't bring myself to be mad at him. It's not his fault I fell for him, it's not his fault I didn't communicate better, it's not his fault we didn't talk about our expectations after we first kissed.

"You called?" Shikamaru's voice rings out from next to me. I turn to look at him, his face instantly scrunching up as he looks at me. "Are you... were you crying?"

"Um... if I say no, can you leave it alone until the morning?"

His face scrunches up more, scanning the room of people before settling on me again. "That depends on whether you were hurt or not."

"Physically, no. Mentally, kind of."

"Kind of?"

"Kind of," I repeat, walking away to finish my original reason for reentering the house.

"You can't just say that and then walk away," he calls after me, gripping my wrist as he follows behind me.

The coolers fall into my view, my salvation for my recked night. Shikamaru stays quiet but keeps his hold on me as I kneel, pulling out two drinks. I hold one between my legs, snapping open the other one before chugging it.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Shika calls, trying to grab the drink from me. "Maybe let's slow down."

I shift away from him, finishing my drink before handing the empty bottle to him. "Two things," I start, popping open the second drink before taking a swig. "First, that was terrible but at least it'll hit me quicker."

"Well no shit," he mocks, a smug smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at me. Despite his cockiness, he takes the bottle from me as he eyes the second one in my hand.

"Second, if I asked you to fuck me, would you say no because of your date with Temari?"

"Christ, was your hookup with Lee that bad?" He mocks, making tears form in the corners of my eyes. "Oh shit, I didn't... I'm sorry." His words are rushed, panic on his face from accidentally making me upset again.

"Rock Lee still likes Sakura," I mumble the confession, embarrassment, and sadness filling my chest. How could I be so blind to the situation I was in?

"And I'm still single," Shika says, hand sliding down to tangle with my fingers. His head dips down, pressing against the side of my head as he whispers in my ear. "Let's go find a room."

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[i-m-crazy]

Stuffed Vacation

"Rise and shine, Hon." She whispered, her nose caressing my cheekbones.

I groaned, my voice groggy, "I'm tired, Babe."

She chuckled, whispering in my ear, "Are you still sore down there, Love?"

My breath quickened, as air rushed to my lungs, and I could feel the soreness between my legs. I was still stark naked under the blankets but not for long, as she pulled them away and looked at me – her eyes hungry for my pussy and nips.

"I can eat you right here." She said, smirking, "But as promised we are going to have a brunch."

"What am I to do with this wetness then?" I groan, closing my legs and faceplant on the pillow.

She smirks, "I've got just the solution for that."

She walks to her cabinet and pulls the bottom drawer. I can't see from where I'm lying but I gasp as she stands with it in front of me. My insides clench, feeling the wetness dripping from my pussy and I groan again. She knows how that had made me excited, just by seeing the smirk on her face.

"Get ready." She says, "It's hot outside, so put on something comfortable."

Within minutes, I have bathed and played with myself just by thinking about last night. How she had fucked me with big strap-on, played with my nipples, ate my pussy like it was the last meal, fist fucked me, those toys she showed me just minutes before and I wondered what more she had stored for me today. All those thoughts made me wet, enough to fuck her right now, but I controlled.

I put on a short purple sundress, not too revealing, combed my short hair and matched it with purple panties. Just as I was putting on a pair of blue heels, she threw open the door and looked at me.

"Ready, Love?" She asked, "Oh wait, not yet."

I looked at her puzzled and she continued, "Bend over on my working table, and pull up your sundress."

My breath quickened, waiting for the fuck toys, so, obediently, I bent over her table and pulled up my dress.

Her hands grazed the my shoulders, her touch soft and fluid as she trailed her fingers down my back and rested them on my ass. I could feel her breath on my butt when she crouched and trailed her long fingers throughout my legs, sending goosebumps all over my body.

"You're wet already?" She just touched my clit, making my body shiver.

Her fingers slid down my panties and my breath became rasped as I waited and waited. She smacked once inside my thigh and I yelped, smiling. I waited, my breath louder than ever when I heard her footsteps getting faint, but again getting louder.

It seemed like forever.

I didn't hear when she came, and crouched down, but she made her presence felt as she pushed a big vibrator inside my pussy. I cried and moaned when it hit my clit. Her thumb circled my clit, earning a series of moans and then moved onto my asshole, pushing its way inside.

"Oh god, it's still sore down there." I moaned and groaned.

"Shhh." She kissed my thigh, "Relax."

I did, and before I could register was happening, she pushed another vibe inside my ass. I felt the vibes against each other. Even the butt plug was long and wide.

"Done, Love." She smacked me again, kissing me on the ass and stood up, "Stand straight now."

I breathed hard and slow, as I stood straight with both the vibes inside me. I felt full, and sore and wet – a good combination if you ask me. I looked at her, the devilish smirk on her face extremely visible as she looked at me.

"Put on your panties." She said, handing me the purple ones, "Get changed too. Wouldn't want to wet any seats, do we? So, a pair of shorts would be better. Or skirts work just fine too. Your choice."

I squirmed, as I somehow managed to walk to my closet with my heels and the vibes deep inside me. I wondered when she will switch them and it made me even hornier. I could feel her eyes watching me, as I selected a deep v-cut t-shirt and a pair of white shorts to go with it. After all nothing was too shabby or fancy in the coastal areas.

When I changed my dress, she talked on the phone in Spanish with one of her clients. I hated how she had to work even on vacation.

"I'm ready, Hon." I said, tying my hair into short ponytail and walked outside.

She followed me and took the driver's side.

Then I felt it, the two vibrators slowly vibrating inside my ass and pussy. I didn't know the anal plug was also a goddamn vibrator!

I threw my head back, her low dark chuckle coming to my ears and I squeezed my legs tighter. Actually, for fuck's sake, I couldn't even sit properly with the butt plug deep inside my asshole and I was sure she knew it because she laughed.

"Are you comfortable, Babe?" She laughed.

A tap sounded beside me and the vibrations stopped. I breathed, and gasped for air, then looked at her angrily, "You didn't tell me the anal was a vibrator too!"

"Well surprises are not to be told." She laughed.

I clamped my legs tight as the vibrators in both my holes filled me. It was uncomfortable sure, but it was making me horny. I loved to play and she was aware of that. Her long fingers trailed circles on my bare legs and slowly rubbed my inside thigh, earning a moan from me. I gasped, realising what I had done and she laughed.

She smirked, "You like it huh?" and then proceeded to separate my legs apart.

I squirmed under her burning touch, "How far is it?"

We stopped in front of a simple open restaurant in a few seconds. She helped me on my feet, because I could hardly walk. But like the torturer she is, she didn't take mercy on me. She helped me sit on a chair and called for the waiter, when we decided on our orders.

Then she switched it on – full power.

I gasped, covering my mouth. I could the feel the vibrations hitting deep inside my fucking cunt and asshole and I clamped my legs tighter. She and the waiter looked at me waiting for my order, and I glared at her as she licked her lips, devilishly looking down at my pussy.

"Order for me." I gasped, wiping the sweat from my neck, and again clamped my thighs as I felt a surge of pleasure. "I'm going to the bathroom."

I panted, my thighs shut tight as I somehow managed to walk by myself towards the bathroom and gasped for air. My insides clenched trying not to cum then and there but it was getting a bit too difficult as I could feel the moisture between my legs. Just then, I turned around to see her standing on the doorway and smirking towards me through the mirror.

"Wet yet?" She asked, licking her lips.

"Turn it off." I gasped as I felt my insides clenching again. I panted, held the basin like my life depended on it and tried to stand upright without shivering.

"Shit." She laughed, closing the door behind her. "Can't do that but I have a better preposition."

With that she crouched down, looked up at me and picked my left leg over her shoulder. I shivered at her touch when she kissed my ankle, softly licking it all the way upto my thighs. I could still feel the vibrations up my ass and pussy and my breaths became quicker when I noticed the familiar tightening.

Her fluid hands unbuttoned my shorts and threw them, but I could barely register as her fingers tugged at my panties and she touched my clit with my thumb.

I moaned, hearing her voice over my vibrating pussy, "So sensitive and sore, huh."

My hands clutched the basin tightly, as I pushed my groin towards her face, my head feel back, my shoulders tensed as I moaned and groaned, urging her to take those damn vibes away from my fuck holes.

But she didn't.

She picked me up and sat me at the side of the wash basin. The countertop was wet, making my ass cold and spread my legs as wide as possible. Then she tugged my panties down, teasingly and sensually but she didn't remove the damn vibrators. I moaned, unable to control anymore and panted more than ever. My insides clenched painfully as the butt plug and the pussy vibrator hit me together.

"Fuck!" I half-screamed, when her hand closed my mouth, muffling my voice.

"Quiet, Love." She whispered on my clit and gave it one good lick.

My muffled yells ran throughout the washroom as I cummed hard on her mouth and floor. The vibrators pushed outside and was dripping in my cum when I saw them. My visions were unclear mostly due to the ecstasy I was feeling inside my cunt.

"Tasty." She licked the cum from her lips and smiled at me.

I laughed, "You darn moron. Always teasing me."

She was still crouching down with a smirk on her face. I knew that smirk, and instinctively I closed my legs, realising I was actually naked down there. She didn't waste her time as she pushed open my legs again and put her face between my them.

I moaned at the sudden touch of her tongue lapping around my pussy lips, circling my clit from time to time. My fingers slid into her hair, pushing her face more as she fucked me with her tongue. My clit was on fire when I cummed again for the second time this morning. But even then, she was not satisfied as she thrusted three fingers on her. I gasped at the sudden push, and buckled against her hands when it reached dangerously closer to my g-spot. My mind went blank, only registering how her fingers felt so fucking good. She removed her hand from my mouth and played with my erect nips and tugged at my nipple piercings. I could feel my insides clenching again just by the sheer pleasure of how she played with my boobs.

Then I came again, much more than before.

I panted, she panted and then we both looked at each other. We burst into a fit of laughter as I realised what we had done and how good it felt.

"I promised the waiter we would clean out 'things' in exchange of 'this'." She looked at me sheepishly, her jawlines glistening under the soft sunlight.

"Well, that's a good deal I guess." I laugh and bent down, pulling on my shorts.

She smacked my ass, and I looked at her, narrowing my eyes, "Clean."

"I'm taking these panties of yours though." She said, stuffing the somewhat soaked inside her jeans and washed the vibrators. I stood there, watching her as she cleaned the floor with a shit ton of tissue papers and cleaned my legs with another shit ton.

"That was a good surprise." I laugh, kissing her on the lips passionately, "This deserves a reward when we reach home."

[chiffonlime643]

sitting here, at my table playing a video game i haven't played in years, remembering old times of toys and fun.

remembering those times mcdonalds would do a silly little collaboration with barbies and hot wheels, making silly toys for their happy meals.

i always wanted both barbies and hot wheels.

i was fully aware of gender roles at the time, and followed them respectfully. pink, my favourite colour at the time, and it's still my favourite now.

now.

now, i'm sitting here, and i'm bi.

the pink and the blue not to mention the deep purple in between.

i could never choose just one, could i, says a voice in my head.

i'm sitting here, and i dress both masc and fem. i dress androgynous as hell whenever i feel so. any style feels right for me.

a dress that flows, curving around, long jeans that cover parts of my black heeled boots, suits and ties that make me feel real again.

i'm sitting here, wishing i had short, masc hair yet loving the feminine shape of my body.

cutting my hair once- still feminine, but shorter- and feeling excited for this change.

i'm sitting here, and i'm just the way i always was as a kid.

i wasn't changed. my mind tells me that maybe i'm just lying to myself, maybe i'm just straight but wanting to be different.

but i was a kid once.

and that kid grew into me.

i never left that child behind. i am that child.

but now, i can put a name to the face.

you know, i am choosing one, actually, despite what you think.

i'm choosing myself.

[artekai]

tag game (Horizon)

Thanks @nerd-artist for tagging me!! I am flattered :3

1. ride or die ship (your otp): GAIA/Lis ❤️ I felt so validated when Sylens said the "two moms" thing, you have no idea.

2. most annoying ship: I plead the fifth

3. second favourite ship: Erevad! I never considered them until I read a really good fic about them and I was sold lol.

4. favourite platonic relationship: Hmm 🤔 I really enjoy Aloy & Sylens :D I missed him a lot in HFW (given he wasn't in our Focus any longer). mlm-wlw hostility real. Also, Aloy & Gildun and Aloy & Morlund are both very sweet but I suppose they have similar vibes lol.

5. underrated ship: Any of the ones I mentioned lol, I feel like they don't get as much love as others, haha. Which is understandable because it makes sense to gravitate more towards the GAIA gang! But other than that 🤔 I think Aloy/Zo and Aloy/Alva are pretty cute and underrated, even if I don't exactly ship them myself c:

6. overrated ship: I plead the fifth

7. one thing i would change in canon: *side eyes HFW hard*

Just one thing, though? I'd have to concur with most of the people I've seen do this tag game so far and say it's Varl's death. I'm pissed about that.

8. something canon did right: Other people have also mentioned it before me, but I think Horizon's writing excels at the datapoints. Just slowly having to figure out the past, putting the pieces together, getting glimpses of the tragedies (and the little joys) that once happened in those places, filling in the blanks... The environmental storytelling is amazing 👌. The intrigue, the curiosity, the mystery. It really scratches the urge to explore abandoned places and imagine what it was life was like for the people who once lived in them, so close yet so far away. HZD really did it well with the Zero Dawn facilities and I think HFW captured that magic again with Thebes. I crave more of that.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: I'm not sure I can say anything I make is "for the fandom" since I only make OC stuff 😭 Believe me, I want to be more integrated in the fandom, but not as much as I want to focus on the blorbos from my brain 😔

I guess I can mention To Err is Human, my vampire AU fic, since, if all goes according to plan, that should be relatively fairly split between my OCs and canon characters. Sorry that it's taken me so long to update tho :( As for art, please look at my man :) And here he is again with my favorite Aloy I've drawn lol. I also still really like this one! Also this. And this. And this. And

I've realized I could go on all day actually so I'll stop myself now lol.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Sylens. I love him, crimes and all.

11. the character I relate to the most and why: Beta. Something something about characters who have the same neuroses as you but in their world their neuroses are justified (sigh). And Gildun! His quest in Burning Shores really grabbed me by the throat, oof. In some ways I also relate to Aloy but not as much, I think.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Well, I could just name the usuals, Ted Faro, the Ceo, Lansra, etc. But they're the characters we're meant to hate, so, ironically, it doesn't feel right to say I hate them, you know? I appreciate a well-crafted villain, and I definitely appreciate their role in the narrative. So, do I really hate them? Yes but actually no.

It's like that one post that goes "I don't care if a villain is redeemable or not but by god please make them interesting." I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit insane about the likes of Faro and the Ceo lol, so I'd say they did their job. I actually enjoy them being in the narrative.

As for the Zeniths... I used to just hate them straight up, not just for what we're meant to hate them, but for what they did to the narrative. I then started my quick descent into madness until I came to love to hate them lol. But I still think they deserve this spot more than anyone else given that they still make me see red half of the time.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: uhhhhh I'm not sure? Interesting to see the differences between the Persona fandom and the Horizon fandom I guess. In a lot of ways they have the same issues all fandoms have but idk, it's different. I'll leave it at that.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: I don't really read as much fic as I would like to because of readers' block... But when I do, I feel like I tend to look for Beta-centric stuff. And Nemesis stuff hehe but there's very little of that. I feel like, at least in this fandom, I tend to gravitate more towards genfic instead of ship-heavy stuff. Those aren't three tags but still three things so fair enough.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I have a few playlists but I'm not sure any songs in particular jump out to me as much as Sad Machine by Porter Robinson, which has been my quintessential Horizon song from the moment I finished HZD. It still gives me the same chills that going through ELEUTHIA-9 gave me... God, I really wish I could go back to when I was first playing it and experience that feeling again. I might actually cry listening to it now.

Tagging: @banukaihelpme, @cicadaknight, @thatpunnyperson, @snorkeldays and @hartlesshart, but absolutely no pressure to do it! I guess this is more of a [insert your fandom here] thing, so, for any other mutuals who see this, if you wanna do it for your fandom, please tag me as your tagger, I would love to see it 🙏

[skloomdumpster]

Skloom either #6 or #21

…#6 on a falling tear.… #21 on a place of insecurity.

Damn, you people don't want me to write anything happy for them uh... I'm going with #21 and I'll make it fluffy if it kills me!!

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"Why are you pouting?" Bloom frowned, looping her arms around Sky's neck from behind and resting her cheek against his temple. He let out a scoff, staring ahead at the television that was currently playing a soap advertisement and definitely didn't warrant that scowl on his face.

"I'm not pouting," Sky grumbled, causing Bloom to roll her eyes and press a kiss to his temple.

"Try again, but this time without lying to me," she said playfully, circling the couch and draping herself over his lap, once again looping her arms around his neck, "you've been acting weird since we came home."

"It's stupid," he squeezed his arms around her a little tighter and Bloom bit down a smile. It's stupid, was code for I'm dying to tell you.

She poked his chest, "c'mooon, Sky," she leaned back in his arm to get a good look of his face, "tell me."

"It's a boy," Sky's cheeks turned red and Bloom raised her eyebrows, surprised.

"So...?" she frowned, "I wasn't aware you wanted to be a girl-dad so badly... I mean, that's a little fucking weird to be this caught up on our baby's gend-"

"It's not that," he let out a frustrated sigh, "I don't care that it's a boy or a girl-"

"-But you just said.."

"I care that's is a boy... Like I am. That he'll look like I look," he cringed at his own words, "and I look like the spitting image of my father."

Bloom's mouth hung open, before she wrinkled her nose at the mental image, "first of all, ew," she scoffed, sitting up straight on his lap to glare at him sternly, "you may look like closely related to Andreas, but you're not his spitting image. I'd know, I have to look at your face every day."

He rolled his eyes fondly at her and then pouted, "point still stands."

"And who's to say our son is going to look like you? So presumptuous," Bloom smiled at him in a teasing manner, "for all we know we'll have a little ginger menace."

Sky's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head, "slim chances to have a ginger and you know it-"

"And," Bloom continued, ignoring him and planting her finger over his lips, "I love your face. I'll be happy if our baby looks like you, Sky. I'd be so happy," she leaned in, pressing her forehead to his, "...I don't care if you have your father's face shape or his chin. I love your chin," Bloom grinned, planting a kiss on his chin and holding his chin between her index and thumb, "and your jaw...and your lips. Your smile- Yeah, that smile," she grinned against his lips, "and your nose and your eyes and the way they can never lie to me."

"...I guess..." Sky sighed in a defeated manner, causing Bloom to shut him up with another kiss.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, pressing her forehead to his, "I know you, Sky. I know you. I know your heart... Even if our baby was Andreas spitting image, he'd be ours, and I know, as well as I know myself, that you'd love him with everything you have."

"Of course I would, Bloom," Sky frowned, pulling back to look her in the eye, "of course I would, that's not-"

"That's all that matters, Sky," Bloom sighed, kissing him again, "if he looks like you, me, your father or bloody Riven, it doesn't matter."

"It'd matter a little if he looked like Riven," Sky mumbled, but he was smiling, pulling her in for a bigger, slower kiss, "you're right. It doesn't matter."

[breanime]

I saw you reblog someone else do it, so now I need to know your opinion: how many shots to hook up with the Mayans men 👀👀👀

Oof... wow... okay, so, keep in mind that I'm a Whore and I don't like shots so... also I'm high, so my bad for any typos

Warning: Horny Thots

Bish: Three shots, but I KNOW he would buy me more... and I would take them. I would also take him. In a backroom or the bathroom or behind the club in the alley. It'd be a nice, hard fuck and we would laugh together while we fucked, but once it was done, I probably wouldn't wanna see him again... I'm lying, I'd hit him up like once every three months for a booty call till he gets too drunk and yells at me and I have to kick him out at 3 in the morning and then I'm not gonna fuck anyone else for like 8 months cause of the drama. So. Thanks, Bish 🙄

Taza: Three to five shots, just to get the courage to approach an older man who, you know, looks like Taza. I feel like we'd talk the whole night, and by the end of it I'd basically be willing to kill for this man. I have no doubt he holds his liqour better than me, and he's so well spoken and has such an interesting vibe, I'd listen to him tell stories till the bar closed.

Hank: Honestly, maybe two or three. He isn't my type at all, but if he could guarantee some good dick, drunk me would be into it for one time.

Gilly: Five. Maybe more. Probably more. Definitely more. He isn't my type physically, and I don't think I'd like his personality. I'm not even interested in what he's got under the hood, if ya know what I mean. Not for me.

Creeper: Three shots, maybe less. He's cute and I bet I could tease him and make him flustered, so I would take maybe two shots, one for courage, and the other would be an excuse to go back up to the bar where I asusme he'd be chilling so I could strike up a conversation. The third shot would be the one he buys me. We'd go back to his place and bang, and he'd be super cute asking for my number after and he would want to take me out for breakfast and he'd consider it a date and oh wow, I'm dating Creep now. Okay!

Coco: Two shots. Both for courage because he looks intimidating. I'd get close to him and encourage him to touch me when he's ready, and then next thing you know, I'd be halfway in his lap making out in the bar. I'd have to blow him in the bathroom, which isn't ideal, but I think he's the type to kiss you after he's come in your mouth, so yay. Anyway, we'd go back to his place and fuck a few times before he passes out and I go home. But he'd probably text the next day asking when he can fuck me again, and it'd be on from there 💗

Angel: Not a single shot. I know Angel.I have meet many Angels. I am well versed in Angel. Hell, Angels love me. I would sip my little cocktail and flirt with him until he straight up tells me he wants to stretch my pussy out and when I tell you we would break LAWS speeding to his place and he would put me on my knees in the entry way of his house because he's been rock hard since the bar and he can't wait to get started---anyway. Yeah. I. Uh. I would fuck Angel if I had the chance.

EZ: One shot because he's pretty and I'd be afraid he wouldn't be interested in my basic ass lol. BUT one of us would drop a random fact, and that would become our thing. I'd be slurping him down like a red popsicle on a hot summer day and then stop like "hey, did you know emus can't walk backwards?" And then he'd be drilling my shit, have me face down in the mattress and he would say, "Did you know that the Pope declared war on black cats in the 13th century which lead to an increase in rats and then the plague?" And we would do that forever and ever until we died.

Nestor: Three shots, especially if he's wearing his sunglasses because why would he wear those? What's his deal? He's mysterious and I want to know what his dick looks like. And I will. I will.

Miguel: Three shots. He's intimdating, but he's also perfect and if I saw him, I would never forgive myself if I let him get away. After the three shots, I'm putting anything else he gives me in my mouth. And once we leave the bar, he will have full access to all of my holes. Matter of fact, might need another shot just to help numb me up a bit cause I'm in for a long night.... anyway....

Manny: You already know. It wouldn't take me a single shot, the things I would do to that man, what I would let him do to ME, no question, we fucking. I'm gonna perform magic on his dick. I'm gonna do acrobatics on his dick. I'm gonna put a spell on his dick, he's gonna wanna kill me before he lets another person have me. And I'll be stone cold sober when I spring the trap, babyyyyyyyyy

Felipe: Three shots... might play up how drunk I am a bit, cause I know he's a traditional gentleman and will then take it upon himself to look after me the rest of the night. He wouldn't take me home, he'd probably hump me in the back of the carnicería and then apologize for it after. We'd never hook up again, and he'd feel guilty as hell, like he cheated, but he would still be fond of me and we would become friends. And he'd have to introduce me to his sons and then they'd introduce me to the club and then....

....we're back to taking shots and getting slammed, baby! 😎🤙🏾🤙🏾

Did I forget anybody?