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satorurize · 9 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚❝𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞! 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐢!❞

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

Content: 18+, smut, senpai-kouhai dynamic, fem!reader, rough sex, possessiveness, creampies, multiple orgasms, age gap (reader is 5 years older than Satoru), mutual pinning, Gojo "I have a breeding kink" Satoru.

Genre: smut, fluff

pt.2

Since Gojo canonly is into older women as well, I can't help but think of Senpai!Reader who's extremely flirty.

You're kind, pretty, considerate and confident enough that you effortlessly make him feel like a pile of mush? Sign him up.

And he's such a show off, you already being impressed with him with the virtue of him being the Gojo Satoru, the honoured one wasn't enough. He needed to show you how fantastic he was during missions, hollow purpling people left and right and ignoring in bliss the scoldings from Yaga-Sensei for some serious property damage because—hey! He can take some of it if it means you'd flash him your prettiest smile, touch his arm and tell him how good he is. The sorcerer's infinity around you goes away like a reflex.

Like now.

"Satoru, you were so good" The gentle caress on his bicep and that fucking, sultry look in your eyes and how your voice was almost a purr doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Yeah? Tell me about it, what else was I good at?" The cheeky dimpled grin on his face with a characteristically gentle voice he only uses with you, different from his obnoxious tone towards others, while coaxing you to give him more compliments, his ego soaring through the milky way.

You giggle and kiss his cheek without saying a word, sending him a wink before walking away from him, leaving him wanting more. Like always. And he short circuits, a little. Just a little.

Kouhai!Satoru who spoils you rotten without a warning and brings you souvenirs from the places he visits for missions— what he claims be a habit, a habit preserved only for you; because you'd return the favour immediately by calling him over for dinner.

Much to everyone's dismay, he won't shut up about you.

There's Shoko who presses him on about the status of your relationship. "She's always all over you, did you fuck already?" To which Satoru reverts in much of mock offence.

"She's my dearest Senpai, I'm not that disrespectful~" He replies meaninglessly as if he'd leave the opportunity to, if he ever got it.

Kouhai!Satoru, who feels his breath hitch in his throat and all the blood in his body rush down to his cock the moment you send him a picture of you delicately cupping your perfect tits, "accidentally".

Kouhai!Satoru who makes you regret your little stunt to seduce him when he teleports to your house, with a cold look in his eyes and a mirthful smile on his face as he places his hands on your waist. "So, you said it wasn't for me hm..? How about I make it about me?"

Kouhai!Satoru who fucks you into the mattress till you're a blabbering mess, holding your head down into the pillow, your muffled moans encouraging him further as he ruts his hips into yours, while being so goddamn loud with his whimpers.

He groans, feeling his cock slip out of your messy, sweet cunny because of how wet it was due to his cum and your arousal after being overstimulated to the brim. He plants soft, sloppy wet kisses on the nape of your neck.

"Wanna go again Senpaiiii—" He whines with a slight vibration on your skin, prolonging the 'i', and your eyes widen. He was insatiable.

"Mh.. wait.."

He huffs a small laugh, squeezing the flesh of your ass before rooting a light spank onto it. Getting up from the bed, compromising on the fact that he was aching for more.

"It's alright, rest up..I'mma get you some water.." But you were a simple woman, his considerateness and willingness to provide you with aftercare made your cunt clench around nothing.

And you thought it was a great idea to arch your back so sluttily to him, spreading your pussylips with your fingers reached down, looking at him like a vixen from the seem of your shoulder, not exactly mindful of the consequences for your poor body. "Fuck me, Toru.."

And Satoru was not an idiot to let it slide.

He frantically slipped it back inside, ruthlessly fucking you once again.

"S'good Satoru..mh..fuck me harder.."

And was he really the strongest if he didn't oblige to what his favourite girl in the whole wide world asked of him?

"... Yeah? You want it harder? Tell me again, for who was that picture for?" He cooes against your ear lobe with a stupid smirk on his lips before it's waved off with a grunt when his skin smacks against yours. He spits on his sculpted digits, slipping them in your wet cavern, accompanying his cock, not having any mercy on your puffy, battered cunt.

"Ah—, too much 'Toru, fuck.. I'm sorry..it was for you.." He hums, placing his body on top of yours after switching in multiple positions through the night, his torso slick with sweat pressed against your own damp back. The room was a whirlwind, but neither of you gave a shit.

"What was that..? I haven't forgiven you yet Senpai.. playing with my feelings like that, shit—maybe I should get you pregnant, so that everyone knows you're mine that way.. I'm never letting you go.." his thumb dancing onto your clit as you push out his seed.

And he doesn't. He never lets you go.

©𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 2024. Plagiarism not authorised. Do not distribute my work to other platforms.

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tikitakatia · 2 months ago

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Escape — A. Putellas x Reader

"If You Have Half a Brain"

WC: 4.7k

Summary: Loneliness doesn’t sit the same when someone else is keeping you company. Or Alexia continues to patch things up in all the wrong ways, completely unaware that the silence she left behind is already being filled.

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2

You heard barking before you even touched the doorknob. A sharp, high-pitched, noise echoing from inside your apartment. No, not something out in the hall. Your apartment.

You froze for a second, already tired before the door was even open.

When you stepped inside, the first thing you saw was fur. A small, scrappy blur of brown shot across the floor like a meteor on wobbly legs, skidding straight into your feet. You jumped back instinctively, and the puppy, because that’s what it was, clearly, sat down and let out a loud, unapologetic bark like you were the surprise and not the other way around.

Then came Alexia.

She peeked around the kitchen doorway with her hair half-up. She looked... exhausted. Not physically, but in the kind of way that happens when someone’s trying very hard to pretend they aren’t crashing. Her eyes flicked from you to the dog and back again.

“Hi,” she said, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to speak.

You blinked. “What the hell is that?”

Alexia took a hesitant step forward, towel in one hand. “A puppy.”

You just stared. “Yes. I can see that.”

She cleared her throat. “I got him for us. Well, you.” Her voice cracked right in the middle of it. “I mean, the apartment.”

The puppy yawned dramatically, then immediately started chewing the corner of the rug.

You dropped your keys on the table slowly, like if you moved too fast, you’d spook whatever was happening.

“You got a dog.”

She nodded, eyes searching your face for something: approval, permission, a miracle. “Yeah. Just... something small. Manageable. I thought... Maybe he could help. You know. Keep you company while I’m gone.”

You didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. You just kept standing there and taking it in: the half-unpacked dog bed in the corner, the water bowl already on the floor, the anxious set of Alexia’s shoulders.

“His name’s Tofu,” she said after a beat. “I thought it was funny. ‘Cause he’s kind of tough. Doesn’t match the name.”

Your eyebrows barely lifted. “You brought home a dog. Two days before flying out. Without asking me.”

Alexia winced. “I know. I just... I thought maybe it’d be nice. Or less... quiet.”

Your jaw tightened, but you kept your voice even. “It hasn’t been quiet. It’s been calm.”

That made her wince. Not visibly, but you felt the shift in her posture and weight behind her silence.

You stepped around her and walked into the living room. The dog, Tofu apparently, followed immediately, stubby legs scrambling to keep up. He tried to jump on the couch, failed miserably, and face-planted into the floor. You watched him with zero reaction. Just sat down unbothered, and stared as he tried again and barely managed to haul himself onto the cushion beside you.

He settled there like he’d earned it. Tail thumping. Panting like an idiot.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, eyes still fixed on the ridiculous thing chewing your hoodie string like it owed him rent.

“You’re going to pay for anything he destroys.”

Alexia nodded immediately. “Of course.”

“And if he bites my chargers, I swear to god-”

“I’ll replace them. All of it. Anything,” she said quickly, like she’d already prepared the list of damages in her head.

You didn’t look at her. The dog gave up on your hoodie and instead flopped over with a dramatic sigh, half onto your lap like he’d already claimed it as his own. You stared down at him. At the ridiculous, trusting weight of him. Warm and breathing and completely unaware of how inconvenient he was about to be.

“You didn’t think this through,” you muttered. “You’re dropping this animal into the middle of everything like it makes sense. Like it’s normal.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” She caught herself. Her voice faltered. She shifted her weight and adjusted the towel in her hands like it had suddenly become too heavy. “I just didn’t want you to come home to... nothing.”

You turned toward her then, your expression sharper than your voice. “You’re leaving for two weeks, and I’m the one who’s stuck with him. Feeding him. Cleaning up after him. Walking him. What exactly about that sounds like comfort to you?”

Alexia didn’t argue. She just looked at you, chest rising and falling too fast, the corners of her mouth pressed into something thin and tight. “I’ll make sure there’s help. I’ll find someone to walk him, or watch him if it’s too much. I didn’t mean for this to land on you. I didn’t mean” She stopped again. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have it in you to make her feel better about any of this.

Tofu, god help you, shuffled closer and pressed himself into your thigh, then let out another little sigh. Your hand hovered for a second, then rested there without thinking. Not to connect, but just to feel something solid when you reached out.

Alexia stood still and didn’t say another word. Just watched you with an expression so quietly devastated it almost made you look away. Then she slowly turned and walked down the hall, disappearing into the bedroom without closing the door. You stayed there. Silent and still with the dog soft against your side. You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but your body gave in before your mind had time to argue.

It wasn’t long before Alexia came back out. She had a glass of water in one hand, something unreadable on her face. And then she saw you curled up on the couch with your head tipped slightly back, eyes closed, breathing steady, the puppy tucked tightly into your side like it belonged there. She didn’t move.

She just stopped.

Stared.

There was something in her expression then, quiet and aching. The kind of grief that didn’t belong to anything loud. She held onto the moment like it might disappear. Like maybe this was the closest she’d get to being near you again.

Then slowly, quietly, she reached for her phone. Turned the sound off and lifted it.

One photo.

Just one.

And then she stood there for a long moment longer, looking at you like you were still hers.

Then she turned around and went back to the other room.

Alexia left early the next day. Not absurdly early, but early enough that you didn’t have time to avoid her. The light was barely breaking over the windows when her footsteps crept down the hall, suitcase wheels whispering across the hardwood. You stayed in bed with your back to the door, eyes closed, jaw tight and pretending to still be asleep. You didn’t want a goodbye. You weren’t ready for one.

But she stopped. You could hear her hesitate in the doorway and feel the weight of her pause. And then, without a word, the mattress dipped just slightly. Not much. Just enough that you knew she’d crouched beside you.

You felt her hand brush a few strands of hair from your forehead, soft, unsure. You kept your breathing steady. You didn’t move a single inch. But then she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. Gentle, warm and brief.

And god, you felt it.

You felt it like a ripple under your skin, like your whole body was trying not to react. Not to lean into it. Not to remember.

But you did. You remembered everything.

The warmth. The familiarity. The unbearable tenderness of being seen like that again, even for half a second.

You didn’t recoil.

Not really.

But something in you braced. Something curled tight and screamed don’t soften now. Something whispered you can’t trust that yet.

By the time you opened your eyes, she was gone. The only thing she left behind was the note on the table, folded neatly around a receipt from the vet and a cartoon heart beside the word Tofu.

I know this doesn’t fix anything. I just didn’t want to leave you with silence again. – A.

That was it. That was the whole note.

You folded it neatly and slid it into the drawer with the takeout menus and expired coupons. Tofu barked at the drawer, then immediately got distracted by his own reflection.

Your first day together was rough. You had to chase him around with a towel after he peed on the bathmat, wrestle a sock out of his mouth, and spend twenty minutes convincing him that your laptop charger wasn’t a chew toy. You didn’t even like dogs that much. Not really. But the apartment felt less... dead. In a way you weren’t willing to admit mattered.

Alexia texted around noon.

Ale: Made it to the hotel. Hope he hasn’t destroyed anything yet lol.

You didn’t respond.

An hour later, another ping.

Ale: If you need help with him, I can message Carla. She knows a sitter who’s great with puppies.

You left her on read.

That night, she sent a picture. A selfie with her teammates at dinner, Tofu’s dumb face photoshopped into the center of the group. You rolled your eyes so hard it gave you a headache. He was chewing on a wine glass in the edit. Classy.

Tofu was curled up in your lap at that point, completely unaware of the damage he'd caused to your bathroom trash can or the fact that he was now the third wheel in your breakup.

You opened Chattr without even thinking.

[lostinthecrowd]: You know how straight people try to salvage their marriage by having a kid?

The reply came quickly.

[go4goald2]: Uh-oh, what did she do?

[lostinthecrowd]: I got the lesbian equivalent.

[go4goald2]: …You have a cat now??

[lostinthecrowd]: Worse. A dog. Small one. Loud, chaotic, and currently eating my hoodie string like it needs to pay for a crime.

[go4goald2]: STOP. She gave you a puppy?? Like “here babe sorry I’ve been emotionally absent, here’s a living creature to make up for it” kind of puppy??

[lostinthecrowd]: Yes. Literally yes. She’s gone for 2 weeks and I'm stuck here with this wrecking ball that farts, cries and chews everything with teeth that look like tiny daggers.

[go4goald2]: Okay but... Is he cute?

You stared down at the mess of fur sleeping in your lap, one leg twitching in a dream.

[lostinthecrowd]: Unfortunately.

[go4goald2]: You’re bonding, I can feel it. I give it two days before you buy him a raincoat.

[lostinthecrowd]: Block me. I'm already looking at collars on etsy.

There was a pause. Then:

[go4goald2]: But seriously... That’s a weird move. The dog, I mean. Do you think she’s trying again? Or just panicking and throwing things at the wall?

You stared at the message for a long time before answering.

[lostinthecrowd]: I think she misses the idea of me. Not sure she remembers the real thing.

[go4goald2]: What about you?

You didn’t reply.

Instead you shifted slightly on the couch, feeling the weight of the puppy curled against your ribs, your palm resting on his tiny, warm back. He didn’t ask for anything. He just stayed there. Breathing in sync with you. Taking up space in a way you hadn’t let anyone do in months.

Your phone buzzed again.

[go4goald2]: Just fyi... I think anyone who leaves you with a puppy probably still loves you. They just don’t know how to say it anymore.

You stared at that one for a while.

Then you closed the app and leaned your head back against the couch cushion, eyes slipping shut and the dog tucked securely against your side.

Alexia’s first message came in before you even finished breakfast. Just a photo: her feet up on the hotel balcony, some far-off coastline in the background, a cup of coffee in her hand.

Ale: Wish you were here.

You didn’t respond.

Tofu tried to leap from the floor to your lap and missed completely, face-planting into the side of the couch with a loud yelp. You looked down at him, sighed, and scooped him up anyway. He curled immediately into your side like he hadn’t just caused his own trauma.

A second message came that afternoon. This one a selfie with Irene, both of them grinning, sunburned, windswept from some training session. Her hair was in that loose braid you always liked. Her cheeks were flushed. Her smile was… real.

Ale: Training was brutal but look, I survived. How's your day going?

You sent a thumbs-up emoji. That was it.

Tofu licked your cheek like he was emotionally supporting you. He wasn’t. He just liked the taste of moisturizer. But you let him stay.

By day three, she’d stopped pretending not to notice your distance.

Ale: I know you’re mad. I get it. I just wanted to check in. Is he behaving? Did he eat your slippers yet?

You typed:

“He tried.” Then deleted it.

Typed:

“He hasn’t died yet.” Deleted that too.

Settled on:

“He’s fine.”

It wasn’t kind. But it wasn’t cruel either.

That night, when the apartment was still and your wine glass was half full and Tofu was curled into the crook of your leg, his breathing like a soft heartbeat, you opened Chattr. Not to escape, not anymore at least. But to land somewhere that didn’t make your ribs feel like glass.

The message was already waiting.

[go4goald2]: Today sucked. But I'm here. You up?

[lostinthecrowd]: Yeah, barely. How bad was your day?

[go4goald2]: On a scale of 1 to “I almost cried in the shower,” I’d say 8.3.

You snorted softly into your wine glass.

[lostinthecrowd]: God, that’s sad. Do you need to talk about it or do we just roast capitalism and pretend feelings aren’t real?

[go4goald2]: Dealer’s choice, I can repress like a champ.

You paused and watched Tofu twitch in his sleep. He’d destroyed a sock earlier and then spent an hour curled against your thigh like he hadn’t done anything wrong. Like he didn’t know better. Or maybe like he did know, and was hoping you’d let him stay anyway.

You typed slower this time.

[lostinthecrowd]: You ever feel like you gave someone every version of yourself, and now there’s just nothing left to offer?

[go4goald2]: Yeah, sometimes..

[lostinthecrowd]: Like you can’t even be mad anymore. You’re just… empty. Worn out. Like someone used your love up and now you’re just walking around hollow, hoping nobody notices.

There was a pause. Long enough to make you wonder if it was too much.

Then:

[go4goald2]: I notice.

That landed. Low and sharp and terrifying.

You swallowed hard, looked down at Tofu, who stirred in his sleep and nudged closer to your body. Closer like he knew you needed it, even if he couldn’t explain why.

[lostinthecrowd]: I think the worst part is… I don’t even know who I'd be if I stopped loving her. that version of me doesn’t exist yet.

[go4goald2]: Maybe you don’t have to stop. Maybe you just get to be someone who loves her and still chooses yourself.

You sat with that. Felt it unfold slowly in your chest. A warmth. A crack.

Alexia had never said that.

Alexia had never even let you imagine that.

[lostinthecrowd]: How do you know exactly what to say?

[go4goald2]: Maybe I’ve spent a lot of time wishing I'd said the right thing when it still mattered.

That one hurt too much.

You closed your eyes, felt the soft weight of Tofu’s tiny body pressed against your side. His ears twitched. His paw shifted until it touched your arm. Something about him, this dumb, inconvenient, needy little thing, felt like being wanted. Not perfectly, nor easily. But still.

You opened your eyes.

[lostinthecrowd]: Do you think it’s possible to feel something real for someone you’ve never even seen?

There was a pause. Just long enough to make you think maybe it was too much. Maybe you’d crossed some invisible line.

Then:

[go4goald2]: I think sometimes the people who stay behind the curtain are the ones who see us the clearest.

Your chest ached.

Not from sadness exactly. Not even from longing. But from the terrifying possibility that this was becoming more than a soft place to land.

It was becoming real.

You didn’t know how long you stared at the screen after that.

Maybe minutes. Maybe longer. The apartment had gone still in that specific way it only did at night, no traffic, no neighbors moving furniture at ungodly hours. Just you, your glass of wine, and a dog who’d decided your thigh was his god now.

And that message.

“The people who stay behind the curtain are the ones who see us the clearest.”

You typed without thinking.

[lostinthecrowd]: I think you know me better than the person I'm supposed to wake up next to.

There was no typing bubble. Not right away.

You almost regretted it.

Then:

[go4goald2]: Maybe that’s because you let me. You don’t have to be strong here. You don’t have to shrink yourself to be held.

Your throat went tight.

You looked down at Tofu, who shifted again, pressing his little snout against your side like he could feel the sharp edge building in your chest. Like he wanted to press it dull.

You typed:

[lostinthecrowd]: I miss being wanted. Not just… tolerated. Not needed like a partner or a teammate. But wanted like a person you choose every day without thinking.

A pause. Then:

[go4goald2]: You should be, you’re the kind of person people write songs about.

That resonated within you and poked at something old. Something stupid.

You laughed under your breath. It wasn’t light.

[lostinthecrowd]: Ok Shakespeare. Relax.

[go4goald2]: I'm serious. You’re that person. The one who ruins people for everyone else.

Your cheeks flushed. The kind of warmth that wasn’t just flattery, it was recognition. And you hated how much you wanted to believe it.

[lostinthecrowd]: Sometimes I think you’re not real. That I made you up just to feel less alone.

[go4goald2]: I'm real, painfully so. I'm just... trying.

You stared at that for a long time.

Then:

[lostinthecrowd]: What are you trying to do?

Another pause, this one longer.

You waited. Didn’t even breathe.

Finally:

[go4goald2]: Trying to be someone who deserves this version of you.

And that.. God.

That was it, wasn’t it?

You curled tighter into the couch, wine forgotten. Tofu was a small, dumb furnace at your side. He’d been chaos all day. Torn a page from your notebook, barked at a sock, eaten something questionable off the sidewalk. But now, here, he was still. Warm. Breathing beside you like he trusted you without reason.

Like he’d decided this was home.

And the part of you that used to be held without question, the one that used to believe Alexia would always stay?

It stirred. Not toward her. But toward this. Toward them.

Whoever they were behind the screen. Whoever they’d become.

You didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t want the spell to break.

[lostinthecrowd]: Are we gonna pretend this isn’t happening?

The response was instant.

[go4goald2]: I think I’d rather pretend it could.

You swallowed.

Then typed:

[lostinthecrowd]: Goodnight, stranger.

And just before you could close the app, one last message blinked through.

[go4goald2]: Goodnight. Dream soft.

And somehow, you did.

The next morning, you woke up with Tofu’s entire body across your chest and the distinct feeling that you’d said something too honest last night.

You didn’t even check Chattr right away. You couldn’t.

Not after “goodnight, stranger.”

Not after how safe it had felt to type that.

Your phone buzzed while you were still brushing your teeth.

Ale: Morning. Did he eat the plant again?

Then another.

Ale: Please tell me he didn’t eat the plant again.

You rinsed, wiped your mouth, stared at the screen.

No “how are you.”

No “I miss you.”

Just Tofu.

And then, like she knew she was losing her grip, another message.

A selfie.

Her on a sunny sidewalk, sunglasses pushed up into her hair, coffee in one hand. Smile soft, if a little forced.

Ale: This city’s not bright enough without you. Hope you’re okay.

You blinked.

It should’ve made your chest warm. It used to. She used to send these kinds of pictures all the time. Casual. Smirking. “Look what I’m seeing without you,” but in an affectionate way.

But now?

Now it felt like she was performing softness.

Like she knew how to mimic connection, but not how to ask for it.

Tofu yawned dramatically, then sneezed directly into your hand.

You didn’t respond.

Not to the messages. Not to the photo.

And yet..

When you opened Chattr again that night, it felt like a confession.

You weren’t running away from Alexia. You just didn’t know how to meet her in the space she was offering.

Because she kept texting about the dog.

And someone else had already asked about you.

You didn’t respond to the photo. Or the message about the plant. Or the hoodie.

You didn’t know how to say, “you’re talking to me, but you’re not reaching me.”

Alexia was trying. You could see that. She was smiling in her selfies now. Asking about Tofu. Sending fragments of affection like they might rebuild the thing that used to hold both of you.

But she still hadn’t asked how you were. Still hadn’t said your name like it meant something. Just the dog. Just the mess around you. Just the safe edges of a home that didn’t feel like one anymore.

You were halfway through a reply you weren’t going to send when Tofu started aggressively pawing at the blanket beside you like he was digging for gold. You watched him kick at the couch like it had personally wronged him and then collapse dramatically across your knees like you were a pillow and not a person in quiet emotional crisis.

“Drama queen,” you muttered.

He sneezed. You sighed.

The guilt stayed heavy. Alexia was trying. And here you were, avoiding her messages and waiting for someone else’s.

Someone who didn’t know your name.

You opened the app before the glass of wine. Before brushing your teeth and before Tofu had finished circling himself into his usual chaotic nest on the couch. He whined at your ankle like you’d forgotten something important. You nudged him gently with your foot. He immediately climbed into your lap like it was his god-given right.

The screen blinked.

[go4goald2]: I can't sleep, brain’s doing cartwheels. You up?

[lostinthecrowd]: Barely, but yeah.

You hesitated. Then added:

[lostinthecrowd]: Still thinking about last night..

There was a pause. Then:

[go4goald2]: Me too.

You stared at that for a while. At how simple it was. How terrifying.

You weren’t sure what made you type the next thing. Maybe it was the way the night always felt looser. Maybe it was the way Tofu’s breathing steadied your own.

[lostinthecrowd]: Wanna play a game?

[go4goald2]: I'm intrigued and terrified. Go on.

[lostinthecrowd]: What would you do if fear didn’t exist?

The typing bubble appeared instantly. Flickered. Vanished. Then again.

[go4goald2]: Damn, going right for the jugular huh.

[lostinthecrowd]: Thought you liked pain.

[go4goald2]: Only when it’s poetic.

You waited. Gave them space to answer first. But nothing came. Just the blinking bubble. Then silence.

So you filled it.

[lostinthecrowd]: I think I'd say what I want without waiting for permission.

You paused. Then typed again, slower.

[lostinthecrowd]: I'd reach out first. I'd touch someone first.

There was a beat. Then:

[go4goald2]: You’re not afraid of being rejected, you’re afraid of being wrong about being wanted.

You blinked. That one almost knocked the air out of you.

You could’ve denied it. Could’ve changed the subject. But instead, you sat with it. And then, maybe stupidly, you kept going.

[lostinthecrowd]: What about you?

[go4goald2]: I think mine is… Tell someone the truth. even if it’s too late.

You stared at that. Hard.

You didn’t know what to make of it.

[lostinthecrowd]: Is it too late?

The typing bubble flickered. Then stopped.

Then again. Then nothing.

Then finally:

[go4goald2]: I hope not.

That sat in your chest like a bruise you didn’t remember getting. Quiet. Tender. Just starting to bloom. Across your legs, Tofu shifted. One paw kicked out, landing squarely on your phone screen like he was trying to send a message for you.

You laughed under your breath. Just a little. Just enough to shake something loose.

And when you looked back at the chat, the bubble was back.

[go4goald2]: Can I tell you something?

[lostinthecrowd]: Always.

A pause.

Then:

[go4goald2]: I think you make people want to be better. and not in the cliché “you inspire me” way. More like… “If I get another chance, I’m gonna show up right this time” way.

Your breath caught.

You didn’t know what to say to that. So instead, you let your fingers hover over the screen.

Then, finally:

[lostinthecrowd]: I don't know who you are. But some days, you feel more real than the life I live out loud.

There was no reply. Not yet.

Just a glowing screen.

A soft dog.

And the terrifying sense that you were standing at the edge of something.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep like that. Phone still in your hand, Tofu curled against your side like a dumb, steady heartbeat, but you did.

And when you woke up, there was nothing.

No new message from go4goald2.

You checked three times.

Nothing.

The space where their words usually lived was just still. Empty. Quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful, it was missing.

You stared at your screen for too long. Told yourself you weren’t disappointed, that you didn’t care, that this was good. That the silence gave you space to think, to breathe, to maybe remember what it felt like not to be split in two every time your phone lit up.

But your stomach still sank a little.

You scrolled aimlessly. Checked the news. Scrolled again. Then, out of some mixture of guilt, loneliness, and a tiny desperate instinct to distract yourself, you opened your texts.

Alexia’s name was still there. Of course it was.

You hadn’t answered her last message. The one about a café. The forehead tan. It was sweet. Casual. Familiar in a way that should’ve hurt less than it did.

You tapped into the thread. Read it again.

Ale: Woke up early. Couldn’t sleep. Thought about that little corner table at our old café.

Ale: Remember the one you always hated because the sun hit just right and gave you a weird forehead tan?

Ale: Anyway. I walked past a place like it. Made me think of you. That’s all.

Tofu whimpered in his sleep and you sighed.

Maybe this was a sign that it was your moment to try too.

You had the emotional energy to offer something, and the one person you’d been offering it to… hadn’t shown up.

So, you started typing.

“I actually forgot about the tan until you said it. Tragic photo season.”

A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared.

Ale: I miss those photos. The dumb ones. The blurry ones. You always looked so unimpressed with me in them.

You smiled. Sort of. Not really.

“I still am.”

It was light. Playful, even. You were trying but you didn’t know why it felt like dragging a cinder block up a hill.

Alexia sent back a picture. A blurry, windblown selfie from the hotel balcony. Hair a mess. Eyes bright, but tired.

Ale: Still unimpressive?

You stared at it. It should’ve made your chest warm, but instead, it made your stomach twist.

Because this? This kind of banter, this familiar rhythm, used to come easy. Now every message felt like a performance you were trying to remember the lines to. Like sitting across from someone who used to know your favorite drink, and now keeps guessing wrong.

You typed something. Deleted it. Typed again.

“You should sleep.”

Ale: You too, give the little gremlin a kiss for me.

You didn’t respond.

You stared at her name at the top of the thread. The picture of her that hadn’t changed since she set it. You felt like you were texting a memory wearing your wife’s face.

And god, it shouldn’t feel like this.

It shouldn’t feel like a chore.

You tossed your phone onto the table a little too hard. Tofu lifted his head, blinked at you, and flopped back down like your emotional breakdown wasn’t his business. You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sat there.

And tried not to hope that maybe, just maybe, when you reopened Chattr later… The silence would be over.

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sadbicth · 2 years ago

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israel posted a video of them giving water bottles to palestinians on a beach, then destroyed their luggage and shot at them after they stopped recording.

israel posted a photo of one of their soldiers "assisting" with an elderly man, then they shot him twice in the back and killed him.

in 2015, the idf posted pr photos of an israeli soldier giving water to an elderly palestinian woman, only for them to execute her after the photo was taken.

in 2005, an idf soldier emptied his rifle into a 13-year-old palestinian schoolgirl. he said he would have done the same thing if she was 3-years-old. he was acquitted of all charged.

israel claimed that hamas beheaded 40 israeli babies and then a month later cut off power to a palestinian hospital where premature babies were on incubators.

israel bombed a group of children collecting rainwater.

israel shot and killed two palestinian children playing with their scooter.

israel shot a hard of hearing girl in the face with a stun grenade and broke her jaw.

israel is using bombs with blades that are designed to cause maximum damage to the person in range.

israel forced medical workers at al-Nasr medical center to leave babies in incubators in order to evacuate the hospital they were bombing.

israel turned off power to hospitals in palestine, forcing nurses and doctors to use their phone flashlights when treating patients.

israel raised their flag over Al Shifa hospital.

israel has blown up the chambers of the palestinian legislative council.

israel targeted a "suspicious vehicle containing several terrorists”, meanwhile the only people in the car were three girls, ages 10, 12, and 14, their grandmother, and their mother. the only survivor was the three girls' mother.

israel planted a copy of mein kampf in a children's bedroom in a gazan house they claim hamas was hiding in.

israel poured fake blood onto the floor of an israeli child's bedroom and claimed hamas killed them.

israeli soldiers posted a video of them dancing on gazan graves.

israel posted a video showing a calendar in a palestinian children's hospital was a hamas guard list because it was written in arabic.

israel was using white phosphorus on hospitals.

israel bombed a refugee camp.

israel has burned olive trees in palestine.

israel has put cement into the water supply of palestine.

israel claimed that they found tunnels under Al Shifa hospital, only for it to be exposed that those tunnels are actually in sweden.

israel built a bunker and command room under Al Shifa hospital in 1983, only for them to now say that they are hamas tunnels.

israeli police arrested an israeli high school teacher, who posted on facebook expressing sympathy with palestinian civilians who have been killed.

israeli soldiers filmed themselves throwing a stun grenade into a palestinian mosque.

we are witnessing a genocide in real time framed under the guise of stopping hamas. israel has been terrorizing palestine for as long as israel has existed, but their access to technology and social media has made it much easier to fool people into supporting them.

meanwhile, noah schnapp is posting that zionism is sexy and celebrities are standing with israel. just absolutely twisted shit.

edit: for those who would like sources, my twitter is alliiesmith. i have retweeted everything i’ve mentioned. i apologize for not providing this sooner

edit 2: i’ve had some people in the replies and reposts pointing out that linking my twitter seems like promotion. i just wanted to clear up that that was not my intention. i’ve been retweeting resources and news much faster than i’m able to add to this post, and i thought that my twitter profile could be something of a hub for information. i don’t care if you follow me, but i think scrolling through and seeing what i’ve retweeted could be helpful.

#*#allie talks #israel palestine conflict #israel #idf #palestine #gaza #west bank #politics #current events

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keferon · 5 months ago

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Please don’t stop w the combat icon headcanons if you ever get more inspiration! Me and the four other combaticom fans are crying

Omg haha okay. Just for you my fellow four combaticons fans:) More headcanons, Mecha au again.

Brawl is pretty good at cooking but he often does stupid shit like accidentally putting a metal spoon in a microwave.

Vortex will put metal spoons in the microwave on purpose. He can eat literally anything. Can maybe cook a glass of water.

The only three things Swindle can cook are eggs, cereal and meth.

Onslaught can cook but he grew up being poor so his usual meals are fucking. Rice with some salt and butter. Or bread with salt. He generally just puts some salt on things and calls it a meal.

Blast Off is amazing at cooking. 10/10. Ratatouille OST.

Vortex can and will steal other people's food. Except for Onslaught's and Swindle's. He will reach for Onslaught's food and do a ',:| face. Usually after that Onslaught just gives him a little piece.

Swindle's food is strictly forbidden by the law of "Brawl said so." Brawl in general will break your spine if you mess with Swindle's food. He's worried that Swindle is too small and needs to eat more.

Blast Off and Vortex share a bunk bed. Vortex has the top and drops all kinds of stuff/trash on Blast Off's head. Blast Off kicks him through the mattress all the time as revenge.

Blast Off's mecha has this big ass gun on it's shoulders. The gun was actually stolen from Quintessons and then connected to his mech as an experiment. The thing is very hard to handle but does A LOT of damage basically one-shoting 80% of monsters.

Vortex bites people as a form of both hate and love. Brawl bites Vortex back because he's chaotic like that. Blast Off loudly claims that biting is gross but will fucking bite you if his hands are full.

Onslaught often stares at Blast Off when no one can see. He thinks Blast Off is kinda nice to look at. Just. For no reason..

Brawl and Swindle give everyone nicknames. Like. Tex for Vortex, Blasters or Off (or secret third Offy) for Blast Off. Ons for Onslaught.

Onslaught often has nightmares but he wakes up quietly. Vortex also has nightmares but he is loud and will scream and shake and curse in his sleep. Usually that will wake up Blast Off who is then kicks the "roof" of the bunk bed to wake up Vortex.

Vortex started smoking bc it somewhat helped him to calm after the experiments.

Blast Off started smoking after Vortex died.

#maccadam #tf mecha universe #mecha th #mecha cbc th

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littlefreakrry13 · 2 months ago

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⟡ but you won’t forget me ⟡

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A/n: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AHH🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️ also no hate to alex at all, this is pure fiction!! I love her she’s such a diva and a queen!!✨✨

Charles leclerc x childhood best friend! reader

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni),cheating, angst, emotional damage and healing, panic attack.

Word count: 3,888

You grew up on the same street.

Your childhood intertwined like a well-worn thread — inseparable, almost inevitable.

When you were kids, Charles used to race you to the end of the street. You'd always cheat — taking a shortcut through the alley that made him laugh and complain about unfairness. But you always let him win because you wanted him to keep smiling. He never needed to win to know he was better than you at everything.

When you were fourteen, you spent every summer evening by the docks, dangling your feet over the edge, looking out at the vastness of the sea. He was the kind of boy who didn’t need to say much — just enough to make you feel like the world revolved around you both. The air smelled of salt and possibility, and the whole world felt like it was waiting for something to happen. It was supposed to be your forever.

It all felt so simple then.

At sixteen, you kissed him for the first time. His lips tasted like summer — a little salty from the breeze, a little sweet from the lemonade you’d been drinking. You could feel the weight of it all, but you never said a word. You just kissed him back, soft, tentative, as if the world wouldn’t change in that moment. But it did.

And when you both dated through the rough patches of adolescence, no one ever really believed it would end.

But it did.

It ended the moment he left for Formula One. The moment the world became too big for him, too loud, and too bright.

And when he walked away, you let him go. You knew his dreams were more important than staying tied to your quiet street, the one that barely noticed the passing days. You made peace with it.

You’d still see his family, still visit his mom and brothers, pretending you didn’t feel the hole where he used to be. You made yourself believe that you’d moved on. But deep down, you were lying to yourself. You didn’t move on. You just learned how to live with it.

It’s been years.

Charles is back in Monaco for the first time in what feels like forever. He’s bringing someone with him.

Alexandra.

You don’t need to know much. You don’t need to know what she looks like, or how long they’ve been dating. All you need to know is that it doesn’t matter. Because Charles will always be Charles, and you’ll always be the girl who kissed him at sixteen and watched him disappear.

Dinner that night is slow, agonizing torture.

Alex is lovely, charming, easy to like. She’s everything that fits with him now — polished, sophisticated, radiant in a way you never were. And you can see it in the way she laughs at things that aren’t even funny, in the way she strokes his arm across the table like she’s claiming him.

You want to look away. You do. But every time you glance at him, his eyes find you. They never leave you.

When his hand brushes yours by accident, you freeze, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his thumb traces the back of your hand just once, just enough to sting with memory. That simple, fleeting touch lights something in you that hasn’t been awake in years.

You catch him looking at you, his gaze sharp and intense, the kind of look that says I’ve missed you.

You feel it, too.

The ache.

The pull.

But you don’t let it show. You laugh, and pretend to be happy, and when Alex asks you about your life, you smile like everything is perfect.

But all the while, Charles’ eyes are on you, like they’ve always been.

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Later, after dinner, you slip outside to the balcony, hoping the cool air will help clear your head.

The night air smells like salt. Familiar. Safe.

You lean against the railing, eyes fixed on the moonlit water, trying to push away the warmth that lingers in your chest. The weight of his gaze still follows you, even from a distance.

Then the door creaks behind you.

“Always out here after dinner,” he says softly.

You turn to face him. “Old habit.”

He steps closer, his presence a weight you can’t ignore. “You still look the same,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost reverent.

You feel your pulse quicken, a familiar tension that you know all too well. The distance between you two has never felt more unbearable. The air is charged — thick with everything you’ve been hiding.

“You look… different,” you say, your voice barely a whisper. “But still the same.”

He smiles a little, but his eyes tell a different story. There’s something deep in them that makes your breath catch. It’s the same look he gave you back then, before everything got so complicated.

And before you can stop it, he’s standing right in front of you, his body heat radiating against yours. His hand brushes the side of your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. It’s not an accident this time. He’s deliberately close. You can feel the warmth of him, the tension between your bodies electric.

You don’t move. You just look at him. Waiting. Wanting.

“Do you love her?” you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

He hesitates. “I want to,” he says, but there’s no conviction in it. No strength.

Your heart sinks, but before you can say anything, he steps forward and brushes his lips against your forehead, gently, like a memory he’s afraid to let go of.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits, his voice rough and low.

You close your eyes, your body trembling as you force the words out. “You shouldn’t be here.”

But it’s too late. His lips are on yours, soft at first. Tentative. Careful.

But the longer it lasts, the deeper it goes. You can feel the years of longing, the unanswered questions, the weight of what should have been. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss.

It’s slow at first, building. His lips on yours are soft, warm, almost too gentle. But there’s a hunger beneath it, something you both recognize. Something that has always been there, just beneath the surface.

You pull him closer, needing the contact, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands move down to your hips, gripping you firmly, pulling you against him, and the sudden pressure makes you gasp.

His lips trail down to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks that burn like fire. You tilt your head back, giving him more access, your hands threading into his hair as you tug him back to you.

“Charles…” you breathe, your voice thick with desire.

His lips find yours again, harder this time. He kisses you like he’s starved for you. His hands explore, touching, feeling, pulling you closer until you can feel the unmistakable heat of him pressed against your thigh.

The tension is unbearable. Everything about this moment is wrong and right, but the way he feels against you is too much to resist. You slide your hands under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his back, the heat of his skin. He groans into your mouth at the contact, and you pull him even closer, if that’s even possible.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes, his voice shaky, his hand trailing up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your nipple.

You look into his eyes, and for the first time, you know what you both need. The moment has stretched into eternity, and you’re both losing control.

But you won’t stop.

You won’t say a word. You don’t need to.

You drag him closer, and in that moment, the years of waiting are over. You need him. You want him. And this time, you’re not going to let him slip away.

His lips devour you, hot and messy, as his hands slide under your skirt. The sensation of his fingers against your bare skin makes you gasp, and you meet his urgency with equal force, pushing him back against the wall. You press your body into his, grinding against the hardness that’s unmistakable, and you can feel the heat building, getting unbearable.

“Fuck…” he groans, breaking away for just a second to breathe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then take me,” you whisper, breathless.

Without another word, he lifts you easily, pushing you against the nearest doorframe. His hands work quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside before pulling down his jeans, his gaze never leaving yours. His movements are frantic now, desperate for the closeness you both crave.

You’ve never been so aware of the way your bodies fit together — so familiar, so right. His lips return to yours, harder now, as he pushes into you, making you both moan from the intensity. Every movement is deliberate, every touch a desperate promise that you’re not letting go again.

The world falls away as you both lose yourselves in the sensations, in the heat of his body, in the need for each other. The kiss deepens, becoming desperate, as he moves against you, both of you teetering on the edge, wanting, needing, more.

“Charles…” you moan his name, and his response is a low growl in your ear. He pulls you even closer, his body a living fire against yours, as the night turns into something neither of you will ever forget.

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is the warmth surrounding you.

It's not the crisp coolness of your sheets or the sterile chill of the guest room. No, this warmth is his. You’re wrapped in his arms, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against the back of your neck. It feels so familiar, so safe, and for a split second, you forget where you are.

But then reality crashes in.

You remember the night before — the kiss, the hunger, the desperate need. You remember the way his lips moved against yours, the way he felt inside you, the way you both lost control.

And then you remember her.

Alex.

The warmth in your chest turns into a sick feeling, the kind that coils tight and heavy. You sit up, your heart pounding, your body still warm from his touch but suddenly filled with guilt. Panic floods your veins as you glance around the room. You recognize it — Charles’ room. The expensive decor, the half-open blinds letting in the morning light, the lingering smell of sex in the air. But none of it matters right now.

What matters is the chaos swirling inside you, the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to pull you under.

You look down at yourself — your clothes from last night are in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you’re left with nothing but the remnants of what should have been a mistake.

Oh God.

What have you done?

Charles shifts behind you, his arm still draped across your waist, and you freeze. The sound of his breath, the way he shifts to face you, the soft groan that escapes him as he blinks awake — it makes your heart race in the worst way possible.

His hand finds your shoulder, and he pulls you back to him, pressing his lips to your bare back. You stiffen, trying to fight the flood of guilt that makes it hard to breathe.

“Morning,” he mumbles into your skin, his voice groggy, still thick with sleep.

But it’s not morning for you. Not anymore.

You don’t know how to respond. You can’t look at him right now. The shame, the overwhelming regret, it’s suffocating.

You cheated on her. You fucking cheated on her.

Your breath catches in your throat as the reality settles in like ice in your veins. You’ve never felt worse. The thoughts begin to spiral.

“I should go,” you whisper, but your voice cracks, betraying the panic that’s setting in. You feel like you’re suffocating in this moment.

Charles’ hand tightens on your arm, his thumb gently grazing your skin in that comforting way he’s always done, but this time, it only feels wrong.

“What do you mean?” His voice is soft, confused, still lost in the haze of sleep.

But you can’t deal with it. You can’t stay. Not like this.

“I can’t stay,” you say again, more firmly this time, pulling away from him. “I— this wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re with her. You’re with Alex.”

He blinks at you in confusion, his brows furrowed, the remnants of the night before slowly dawning on him. You watch as the light of realization flickers in his eyes. He sits up, looking at you, his hand still reaching for you as if he wants to pull you back to him.

“Wait, you’re panicking—” he starts, his voice thick with confusion and sleep, but you shake your head before he can finish.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you say, your voice trembling now. “You’re with her. You cheated on her. On someone who… who trusts you. And I— I’m the one who—”

“No.” His voice interrupts you, harsh now, a little panicked, a little desperate. “Don’t say that. You didn’t cheat. I did.” He reaches for you again, but you pull away from his touch, your heart pounding too hard to ignore.

You stare at him, the words hanging in the air like they don’t belong in your world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Not with him. Not like this.

“Charles, you’re with her. You have to go back to her. She’s your girlfriend.” The words sound almost foreign coming from your lips, but they’re true, and they hurt more than you expect.

He runs a hand through his hair, his face twisted with frustration. He looks so… lost. But it’s not your responsibility to fix it anymore. It can’t be.

“Alex isn’t you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze is intense, searching, like he’s trying to find the words to explain this. To explain everything.

But you can’t take it anymore. You push yourself off the bed, grabbing for your clothes, your body shaking with anxiety and regret. You need space. You need distance.

“Don’t make this harder,” you say, as much to yourself as to him. “I need to leave.”

Charles doesn’t move. He just watches you, like he’s paralyzed. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wants to say something — wants to fix this, wants to make it okay — but nothing he says can take away the guilt and the mess of what you’ve done.

Finally, he stands, a flash of anger flickering in his eyes, but it’s not aimed at you. It’s something else. Something buried deep inside him.

“You’re right. I fucked up. I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse with regret. “I should’ve never let it go this far. I should have never hurt you like this.”

The words stutter out of his mouth, but they don’t make things better. They don’t fix the reality of what’s happening. You’ve both crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed.

But you need to get away. You can’t stay here.

“Just… don’t contact me. Not now. Not after all this,” you say, your voice strained.

You pull on your clothes in a blur, trying to keep yourself together, but the tears are too close to the surface. You can’t cry. You won’t let him see how much this is breaking you.

“Please don’t do this,” Charles pleads as you reach for the door.

You don’t turn back. You can’t.

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It’s been two weeks.

Two weeks of silence, of you trying to move on, of pretending the night with Charles never happened. Every time you close your eyes, his face, his hands, the way his lips felt on your skin flash before your mind. But the guilt never fades. You knew what you did. You knew you weren’t the only one involved. You hurt someone who didn’t deserve it — and all the while, you could feel the rift between you and Charles widening with every passing day.

You thought it would get easier.

But it doesn’t. It only gets harder.

The first time you see Charles’ name on your phone, your heart stops in your chest. You almost don’t want to pick up. You don’t know what he could possibly say after everything. But you do.

“Hello?” Your voice is shaky, your heart racing. You didn’t expect him to reach out, not like this.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, rough around the edges. “It’s me.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. “I know.”

There’s a long pause on the other end, and you can practically feel the weight of everything he wants to say but can’t. You hold your breath, waiting for him to continue, to finally break the silence that’s been strangling both of you.

“Listen… I don’t know where to start,” Charles says, his voice thick with emotion. You can hear the pain in it. He’s not hiding it. He’s not pretending anymore.

But you don’t know how to react. You’re still trying to protect your own heart.

“Just say it, Charles,” you whisper. “I can’t keep doing this, pretending like everything’s okay.”

There’s another pause, but this time, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s full of unspoken words, regret, and something deeper. You can feel the storm building on the other side of the line, like he’s about to do something that might change everything.

“I ended it,” he finally says, and you almost drop the phone in shock. “I ended things with Alex.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“What?” You can barely get the word out, your breath catching in your throat. “You— you broke up with her?”

“Yeah. I did,” he admits, and you can hear the heaviness in his voice. “I couldn’t keep pretending. I couldn’t keep lying to her or to myself. I thought I could move on, that I could make things work with her, but I’ve been lying. I’ve been lying about you. About us. And I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing this.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air between you both. He sounds raw, like he’s been carrying something too heavy for far too long.

“I didn’t want to hurt her, but I’ve been hurting you this whole time. Every second. And I couldn’t live with it anymore.”

You feel the tears prick at the back of your eyes, and for a second, you let yourself breathe. This moment — this decision — it feels like everything is shifting.

“Charles, I— I don’t know what to say,” you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. You don’t know if you’re angry or relieved or confused. There’s so much swirling inside you, it’s hard to make sense of any of it.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away,” he says quickly, his voice desperate. “I don’t expect anything. But I needed you to know that I made the decision. I chose you.” The words are heavy, deliberate. “And if you’re still willing to give me a chance, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of his confession sink into your chest. You want to scream, to cry, to let out the years of frustration, but instead, you feel a strange calm wash over you.

You don’t know if you’re ready. You don’t know if you can trust him again, after everything. But the truth is, the love you’ve always felt for him — the feelings that never truly went away — are still there. And now, after all this time, they’re coming to the surface.

“I don’t know what happens next, Charles,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can just pick up where we left off. I don’t know if I can forget that… that you were with her, and I…”

He cuts you off gently, almost pleading. “I fucked up. I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

You want to believe him. You want to believe that this time, it could be different.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone else,” you murmur, your heart heavy. “I don’t want to be the other woman.”

He lets out a slow, pained breath, and you can hear how much this is affecting him, too. “You’ll never be ‘the other woman,’” he says, his voice soft but firm. “You’re the one. The only one.”

For a moment, the world feels like it’s standing still. The silence that fills the space between you both isn’t uncomfortable anymore. It’s full of possibilities, full of the unspoken future you both might have, if you’re brave enough to face it.

“I need time,” you finally say. Your voice is calm, measured, as you let the weight of the moment sink in. “But I’m not saying no.”

You hear his sharp exhale on the other end of the line, a sound of relief that’s almost as overwhelming as the emotions you’re feeling.

“I’ll give you all the time you need,” he says. “I’ll wait. And I’ll prove to you that this was the right choice. For both of us.”

A few weeks later, Charles reaches out again, this time to ask you to meet him.

You still have your doubts. You still have your fears. But when you see him — standing at the edge of the street, looking like he’s about to ask for the world — you realize that some things never change. Some things were always meant to be.

And in that moment, you both know — this is your chance. A chance to heal, to fix what was broken, and to finally let go of the past.

You take a step forward, and he reaches for your hand.

And this time, it feels right.

END.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months ago

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do you have any new recs for sterek with size difference? (preferably with smaller stiles)

Sure.

The Hoodie by PersePhonesDreams

(1/1 I 1,988 I General)

Stiles didn’t mean to keep Derek’s hoodie—really, he didn’t. But the oversized, ridiculously soft thing quickly became his favorite comfort item, a piece of Derek he couldn’t quite let go of. It’s not like Derek would notice anyway... right?

When Derek unexpectedly shows up at Stiles’ window one quiet night, Stiles’ not-so-secret attachment to the hoodie is exposed, leading to a conversation that changes everything.

Cue awkward confessions, teasing smiles, and the realization that maybe Derek doesn’t mind Stiles keeping more than just his hoodie.

jacked and kind by LookWhatIHaveWaitingForMe

(4/4 I 3,288 I Mature)

Stiles forces Derek to participate in the "jacked and kind" TikTok trend and this time Derek doesn't need convincing.

Be Still, My (Beating) Heart by mznaughty01

(1/1 I 3,878 I Explicit)

The time for games was definitely over. Because now? Now it was time for Derek to breed Stiles’s sweet ass.

(K)Not Tonight by slimypaws

(1/1 I 4,961 I Explicit)

Stiles had the very clever idea to go to his favourite place while in heat and during a full moon on top of that, his brain clearly having melted into a useless puddle.

He had never picked up the scent of another person, werewolf or human, here after all, so why should he start to worry now? Until he did pick up another scent after all. Everything went downhill from there.

Teen Witch by AngieNoir

(2/? I 8086 I Explicit)

Derek knows that there's something strange about Stiles and that's stirring up trouble in Beacon Hills, drawing the attention of werewolf hunters. Driven to protect his own, he believes he must kill the young witch. Yet, as he watches him, Derek finds himself falling in love, torn between duty and desire. A werewolf. A witch. And a danger that’s impossible to resist.

Wrapped in a Dream by wolfcloaks

(8/8 I 34,577 I Explicit)

He finds him in the middle of the clearing, mouth grappling with a foreign tongue, alabaster skin damp with the remnants of prior rain.

He's absolutely beautiful, Derek thinks, this creature, this boy.

Matenapped by xcaellachx

(12/12 I 36,671 I Explicit)

Alpha Derek Hale has known Spark Stiles Stilinski was his mate for over six years. The traumatized Spark had killed the rogue alpha who tried to kill his friend so many years ago and was still scarred by the experience. Now, Stiles was settled in as a magic shop owner and Derek was ready to claim him for his own. The ritual of matenapping was an old but accepted tradition and Derek had his den ready to receive his mate. It was time.

Stiles Stilinski thought Lydia was insane for thinking the sexy alpha wanted to matenap him. He was damaged by his past and determined to stay single so he didn't harm anyone. He kept his magic tightly leashed and couldn't believe that anyone could want him. Not a murderer. Even when the wolf came to see him and touched him gently, winking at him and looking at him longingly, he just couldn't accept it.

Very soon, Stiles wouldn't have a choice but to believe it. Derek was taking his mate and bringing him to his mating den where he would court and woo him until he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54

(11/11 I 75,073 I Explicit)

On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.

But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…

Delinquents for Hire, Won’t you Let us Conspire? by skayaks

(18/18 I 89.909 I Mature)

The Sheriff slams a gun on the dining table, “What are your intentions with my son?” Stiles violently spits his water out, coughing instantly from the sheer disbelief.

The one where a reluctant Stiles Stilinski goes to a very intimidating delinquent Derek Hale for help when he’s finally fed up with being picked on by Jackson’s shitty gang of wannabe jocks.

Naturally, as things tend to go for Stiles, he doesn’t have much of a fun time.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #size difference #anon

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asprinkleoftism · 4 months ago

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Bitter Nights

Cecil Stedman x Reader

About: Cecil comes home from work very bitter about how today went and you try to comfort him the best you can.

Notes: Whoop whoop! Happy Valentines Day! Some Cecil love here for once. I hope I do it justice for real and y'all enjoy it. Some strong alcohol usage but that's it. @geddy-spageddy :3

"Fucking shit.."

Your ears perked up upon the slamming of the front door and some tripping.

"Cecil?" You call out.

Cecil responded back with some grumbling, which told you everything on how today went with his job. You didn't know a whole lot of what Cecil did for a living except FBI-like work. That's all he has told you. Granted you were his significant other and he did trust you but Cecil claims the only reason he hasn't told you details was for your safety. You wish he told you more so you could actually help him out and comfort him with whatever happened in the day. Cecil came into the dining room, where you were at, and went straight for the alcohol cabinet. Vodka. So it was a really bad day.

"Cecil?"

"Just.." Cecil immediately paused, taking a deep breath in and out, "Just give me a second, darlin'."

You noticed his change in tone in that sentence. Like he was fixing to snap at you, but he stopped himself. Cecil knew better than to do that to you. You weren't the cause of what he had to deal with at work nor the cause of the bullshit. You were there for him always. Despite the nights were he has snapped at you or just been silent and not talking to you, you were still there. Whether you whip up his favorite meal or have his glass already poured for him or even just a reassuring hand on the shoulder, no matter what, you were there. You got up from the dining table, grabbed a glass, gently took the bottle from Cecil, and poured some of the vodka into a glass. Cecil raised an eyebrow at you. Once you poured the amount you wanted, you raised your glass in the air.

"To whatever bullshit you had to deal with today." You announce.

Cecil couldn't help but halfway smile in response for he knew you were just trying to bring light to him.

"You're damn right about that."

You both clinked your glasses together and drank. Cecil drank it like it was water while you could barely get a sip due to how bitter it was. Cecil chuckled at your reaction.

"What? Can't handle it?" He teased.

"No." You coughed. "I can."

You both migrated to the dining table where Cecil sat to the left of you. It was silent between the two of you, which was the norm after Cecil deals with a rough day. Something was different, though, and you noticed it right away, but you were almost afraid to ask. Cecil felt your staring and was waiting for you to ask.

"Cecil, what happened there?" You ask, pointing to his cheek.

There was a visible nasty scar where you pointed. It was big and prominent, very hard to ignore. Cecil shut his eyes, gulping his drink. You noticed the wincing he made when drinking. Like it burned.

"Just..a bad day is all." Cecil answered.

You had to refrain from sighing in annoyance. You wanted Cecil to open up to you. You both have seeing each other for a long time now so you didn't understand why he couldn't trust you.

"That's a..bad scar, Cecil. I can't even tell what would cause that kind of damage." You mention.

Cecil shook his head and finished his drink. He started to get up but you beat him to it as you got up, grabbed the bottle and came back to the dining table with it. You poured some vodka into his glass until he raised his finger at you to stop, which was nearly the entire glass. You sat the bottle down and sat back down next to him.

"Thank you." Cecil mumbled as he sipped his drink.

You snaked your hand over to Cecil's and gently wrapped it around his. Cecil didn't show it, but the second he felt your hand around his, his heart beat changed. Instead of the usual fast anxiety rate he has, it slowed down for the first time in a long time. Cecil let out a deep sigh as if some of the stress was leaving his body. He thought he did it quiet enough to were you wouldn't hear it, but you did. You leaned in close, your bodies closely touching, which even soothed Cecil. He doesn't take you for granted which he should. Cecil's mind is always with work, work, work. Granted what he does at the GDA is super important. He always slept at the GDA and spent all of his time there but until you came into his life, that all changed. Cecil now comes home at night and sleeps in an actual bed. His second in command always takes over for the night so he didn't have to worry about things getting fucked up but even then it took some getting used to. And even then, after a long while, his body wasn't used to another body being so close to him. Whether it be sitting with you, being weight on the opposite side of the bed, or even just a physical body in the house, he wasn't used to it and he didn't know when he would get used to it. You then leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto his temple. In turn, Cecil turned around and held your head in his hand, deepening the kiss. He needed this, he needed this so badly and he didn't realize it until you initiated first. Cecil's lips were dry and chapped but you didn't care. If this was what he needed then this was what you needed. Plus you loved kisses from Cecil. They were always deep and passionate. No matter how bad of a day he had, they were always the same.

After a few seconds, Cecil pulled away and his blue grey eyes stared deep into yours.

"How did you know i needed that?"

"Just intuition." You joke back.

Cecil smiled in response, a genuine one. He pulled away and gulped his drink down. Cecil wasn't sure why, whether it be a change of heart or the alcohol, he was ready.

"Darlin', I haven't been honest with you." Cecil's finger traced the rim of the glass as he started.

"Talk to me, Cecil. I want you to talk to me, I am here. Whatever it is I won't tell anyone." You reassure him.

His eyes shot at you, with a huge indication of seriousness.

"Do you promise?"

His voice was deep and almost gnarly as he asked that. Whatever he was about to tell you it was very serious. It made you nervous for he has never used that tone or look with you before. But if he was willing to talk to you, you would do anything for him.

"Cecil, I promise. From the bottom of my heart, I promise."

You squeezed his hand to reassure him, which Cecil took to heart.

"I.." Cecil paused, trying to figure out the right words to say. He was never really a man of words, especially in moments like this, but he had to try.

"I..don't work for the FBI." Cecil confessed.

Your heart dropped a little. You had your suspicions but you didn't think it was true.

"What are you..a drug dealer or something?"

Cecil chuckled out of amusement. Whether you meant it seriously or not he couldn't help but laugh at it, as if that was the worst thing that he could be doing.

"No I'm not."

"Oh thank the Lord." You sigh out of relief.

"But what I do is..like world changing in a way."

Cecil cussed at himself mentally as soon as the words left his mouth.

World changing? Fucking get it together man. He thought.

"How so?" You ask, wanting to know more.

Cecil sipped his drink, feeling the intense burning from the right side of his cheek, where that scar was at that you pointed out.

"I never told you, for your safety. Because a lot of things are on the line for what I do. And there are people out there who don't like me and could target you. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something did happen to you."

Your lip quivered from Cecil's confession. Yes he didn't tell you because it was for your safety but you didn't know it was to that extent. You had no idea Cecil felt that way about you.

"Cecil. I promise whatever it is that you do I can protect and take care of myself." You reassure him.

Cecil knew you were trying to reassure him and lessen his nerves but you still didn't know what he did.

"I'm in charge of the Global Defense Agency. You know Omni-Man and the Guardians of the Globe? They listen to me and I'm in charge of them, basically."

Your heart raced. Cecil Stedman, your significant other, was in charge of the Guardians and oversees Omni-Man? This was..awesome!

"Wait..so if it was possible?" You start.

"Yes?"

"Would it be possible for me to meet Darkwing? I think he is so cool!" You jokingly say.

Cecil smiled.

"I'll look into it." He said back.

Despite your joking manner, you knew it was serious. Once the laughing was done, the tone was back to normal. You leaned in and laid your head on his shoulder. It was as if putting your body onto his made the rest of the stress roll out of his body. He liked it. He really did.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.

"For your protection, darlin'."

"Is it because you didn't trust me?"

Cecil paused. He knew that you wanted the truth and only the truth.

"At first, yeah. But I see now that I can. I can trust you. You've done so much for me. Even though I act like the biggest prick in the world sometimes and yet you're still here."

"Cecil, of course I will be."

"Even when I'm an asshole?"

You leaned in and pecked his temple.

"Yes, even then."

Cecil shook his head, his way of saying 'I don't deserve you.'

"I had an accident..It was acid and burned all of the skin off of my body and practically melted me."

You looked up and down at Cecil as he sipped his drink.

"Well they sure did a great job healing ya since you look as handsome as ever."

Cecil choked back hearing you compliment him. If there was one thing he wasn't used to it was surely compliments.

"Uh..thanks." Cecil mumbled, only because he wasn't expecting it. "They managed to patch me back up. Despite me blocking the acid was spewing out everywhere, people..people still died."

You could hear Cecil's tone go deeper and quieter. Cecil was pretty closed off for the most part hearing his tone go like that told you that he deeply cared about those people that died.

"You still good, Cecil. You risked your lives for those that could've died. You did great."

Cecil softly sighed.

"They still died, darlin.'" He softly spoke, "And I will live it for the rest of my life." Cecil said referring to this scar.

It finally hit you. They repaired him and made him look good again, but he made them keep that as a reminder for what happened. It hurt your heart to know he carried the heavy burden of that but you also understood why.

"I understand, Cecil. But the fact that you do what you do and help and protect people is enough for me to think you're great. Some days are hard I know and I get it. You have the entire world on your hands. No matter what happens though, Cecil, I will always be here for you."

Cecil finished his second drink, swallowed it, turned to you and placed another passionate kiss onto your lips, this time it was much more heavier and even a little sloppy due to the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. You kissed back, giving the same energy back which only made Cecil be even more frisky. You could barely breathe and only then you had to force yourself to pull apart. Cecil smirked looking up and down at you, seeing a sparkle in his eyes for the very first time. It was different but you loved it. This was the real Cecil. The one you would be there for no matter what.

"I know, darlin'. I know."

#invincible #invincible show #asprinkleoftism #cecil stedman #invincible cecil #cecil stedman x reader

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dandelionsresilience · 3 months ago

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Dandelion News - March 8-14

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1. Caribbean reef sharks rebound in Belize with shark fishers’ help

“Caribbean reef shark populations have rebounded beyond previous levels, more than tripling at both Turneffe and Lighthouse atolls[…. The recovery] arose from a remarkable synergy among shark fishers, marine scientists and management authorities[….]”

2. Landmark Ruling on Uncontacted Indigenous Peoples’ Rights Strikes at Oil Industry

“[T]he Ecuadorian government [must] ensure any future expansion or renewal of oil operations does not impact Indigenous peoples living in voluntary isolation. [… E]ffective measures must be adopted to prevent serious or irreversible damage, which in this case would be the contact of these isolated populations,” said the opinion[….]”

3. America's clean-energy industry is growing despite Trump's attacks. At least for now

“The buildout of big solar and battery plants is expected to hit an all-time high in 2025, accounting for 81% of new power generation[….] The industry overall has boomed thanks to falling technology costs, federal tax incentives and state renewable-energy mandates.”

4. Study says endangered Asian elephant population in Cambodia is more robust than previously thought

“A genetic study of Asian elephants […] reveals a larger and more robust population than previously thought, raising hopes the endangered species could slowly recover. […] “With sufficient suitable habitat remaining in the region, the population has the potential to grow if properly protected,” the report concludes.”

5. Scientists are engineering a sense of touch for people who are paralyzed

“[Engineers are] testing a system that can restore both movement and sensation in a paralyzed hand. [… A]fter more than a year of therapy and spinal stimulation, [… h]is increased strength and mobility allow him to do things like pet his dog. And when he does, he says, "I can feel a little bit of the fur."“

6. Florida is now a solar superpower. Here’s how it happened.

“In a first, Florida vaulted past California last year in terms of new utility-scale solar capacity plugged into its grid. It built 3 gigawatts of large-scale solar in 2024, making it second only to Texas. And in the residential solar sector, Florida continued its longtime leadership streak.”

7. Rare frog rediscovered after 130 years

“The researchers discovered two populations of the frog[….] "The rediscovery of A. vittatus allowed us to obtain, more than a century after its description, the first biological and ecological data on the species.” [… S]hedding light on where and how they live is the first step in protecting them.”

8. Community composting programs show promise in reducing household food waste

“The program [increased awareness and reduced household waste, and] also addressed common barriers to home composting, including pest concerns and technical challenges that had previously discouraged participants from composting independently.”

9. Pioneering Australian company marks new milestone on “mission” to upcycle end-of-life solar panels

“[…] SolarCrete – a pre-mixed concrete made using glass recovered from used solar panels – will form part of the feasibility study[….] A second stage would then focus on the extraction of high value materials[…] for re-use in PV and battery grade silicon, [… and] electrical appliances[….]”

10. Beavers Just Saved The Czech Government Big Bucks

“The aim was to build a dam to prevent sediment and acidic water from two nearby ponds from spilling over, but the project was delayed for years due to negotiations over land use[….] Not only did the industrious rodents complete the work faster than the humans had intended, they also doubled the size of the wetland area that was initially planned.”

March 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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zxcvbnmj0 · 3 months ago

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if you call yourself an anarchist/leftist/punk/anti police/anti government/anything of the sort consider at the very least reading this post to the end & reblogging. honest to god i was going to add a d#nation option but it will never reach us quick enough because of reasons you'll figure out if you do read. just know what's going on.

there is an ongoing rebellion in turkiye due to president erdogan canceling imamoglu's (his so far most successful left wing rival in the presidential race who is favored by young people due to his policies + being the most promising rival who could replace erdogan) university diploma, essentially forcibly removing his one true rival from the race since those without a diploma can't be elected as president. this is an act of dictatorship. there are no valid claims of illegitimacy about imamoglu's diploma. erdogan is known to have used tricks and bribery to stay in power throughout his presidency along with being involved with scandals and claims of his own diploma being illegitimate. he is a conservative, right wing, anti queer, fascist dictator. he violently opposes free speech by banning social media + communication apps like whatsapp, instagram, twitter, tiktok, discord & ordering his police to be outright violent to protestors.

(imamoglu got arrested as i was writing this post due to suspicions of "corruption". it's clear they're giving it their all to make sure he cannot be elected & the protests are sure to escalate from now on.)

groups of mainly high school and uni students between the ages of 17-25 are being pepper sprayed, attacked with tear gas, shot with plastic bullets, beaten, kicked, and arrested for practicing their Legal right to protest his dictatorship. protestors are being tracked & arrested at their homes at night hours after the protests. everyone between these ages are going to the protests as much as possible, to the point of abandoning school or work. they are being treated as terrorists and straight up physically attacked by the police. there are countless students with severe injuries. the police is not simply doing their job, they're attacking violently and enthusiastically. they're enjoying doing this.

antiacid medicine + milk to wash away the effects of pepper spray, industrial masks/gas masks, protective eyewear, food and water all cost a lot to distribute to such a huge group of people. even with these materials protestors face serious injuries like cornea damage, blindness, chemical burns on skin, poisoning, even death in the case of those with existing heart/breathing problems. pepper spray is a chemical weapon and it's being used on students using their right to protest. it can and has caused serious health risks. helping out financially is barely an option at this point because of the laws regarding receiving Anything from abroad but i'd like you to at least spread this and talk about it

some examples of how brutal the protests are & how badly people get injured 1 2 3 4 5 6 (<- what they're spraying on people is pepper spray and tear gas) 7 8 (7 is the police screaming at protestors who took shelter in an hotel lobby to come back out. 8 is an officer pulling another back by the neck and yelling "come back to your senses" because of disproportionate violence. an example of what i was talking about. this is not doing your job. this is cruelty)

some general sources on the situation -> 1 2 3 wikipedia page of erdogan's party that lists their harmful ideologies erdogan's anti queer views <- 2

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South Carolina middle school bullies who pushed a 12-year-old girl to hang herself visited her later at the ICU and took photos of the victim to mock her on social media, according to a new lawsuit.

Kelaia Turner, now 14, suffered more than a year of physical and verbal abuse at the hands of five peers at the Dr. Phinnize J. Fisher Middle School in Greenville, her heartbroken family wrote in a lawsuit against the district and nine faculty members who were accused of negligence.

Seeing suicide as her only way out, Kelaia hanged herself in 2023 and was dead for 8 minutes before paramedics could revive her, with Kelaia suffering severe brain damage and remaining in a coma for weeks.

While Kelaia was in the coma, one of the bullies made their way inside the ICU and snapped photos of the intubated girl, posting the pictures on social media and spreading rumors about her injuries, the lawsuit says.

Ty Turner, Kelaia’s mother, said she wants justice and is targeting the district for allegedly failing her daughter and allowing the bullying to go unrestrained for a year and a half.

“They used to teach us, ‘Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me,’ “ the mom told WFY44. “Unfortunately, words do hurt.”

The lawsuit claims the bullying started in 2021 when Kelaia began wearing her natural hair to school, with students calling her “roach” and saying she looked “like a man.”

Kelaia’s teacher, Olivia Bennett, allegedly joined in on the mockery and would acknowledge the victim when the bullies would ask her, “Where’s the roach?”

Along with regularly insulting Kelaia and pushing her, one of the bullies verbally assaulted her when they found out her parents spoke to school officials about the torment and planned to move her to another class.

Things only escalated in 2022 when Kelaia got into a fight with one of the bullies, with school officials opting to suspend her but not her tormentor, according to the lawsuit.

On May 23, 2022, Kelaia’s parents said, students targeted their daughter by playing an offensive YouTube video called “The Black People Song,” which teacher John Teer allegedly allowed to be played aloud without reprimand over the video’s racist nature.

Later that year, the bullies went on to pour water on Kelaia’s clothes and then threw them in the trash, the lawsuit states.

Through all this, the stricken child’s parents allege that the district failed to take any meaningful action to stop the torment, with Kelaia opting to hang herself with a belt in her bedroom on March 17, 2023.

“She was cool to the touch, blood was coming out of her nose,” her mother recalled of her daughter’s limp body afterward. “She had fully committed to what it was that she was attempting to do, and she was gone for 8 whole minutes.”

Kelaia ended up suffering severe brain damage and has been left with no control over her body.

The lawsuit, which was filed in November, seeks damages from the district and faculty members to cover Kelaia’s medical bills, psychiatric expenses, special education, parents’ lost wages while taking care of her, life care expenses, disability care, injury to her psyche and emotional state and loss of enjoyment of life.

Greenville County Schools has denied the allegations and claims its staff takes the appropriate steps when dealing with bullying incidents.

“We disagree with these allegations and have conducted a thorough investigation and review of each allegation at the time they were made,” the district said in a statement.

“While we do not agree with the allegations, our hearts go out to Kelaia Tecora Turner, her mother, and their family,” officials added.

As of Tuesday morning, a GoFundMe to help support Kelaia raised more than $15,000.

#nunyas news #this makes me feel near to homicidal

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mehiwilldoitlater · 7 months ago

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Hi I don’t know the difference between imagine or hcs ; I was wondering can I hear your thoughts on yandere monkey king x reader who’s the white bone lady please ; love to hear your thoughts (sorry if my English isn’t good 💗)

My thoughts, uh?

My thoughts... well, my thoughts are...

Before being the Lady Bone Demon, Reader was a mere, small, iey kind of spirit, like a fairy. She wasn't anything big, just a small creature that lived in the cold, turned to water during the hotter seasons, and waited until the cold came back and snow gave her her true form.

My thought is that she once met a small monkey, an intelligent one, and they became friends.

Every winter, he liked to pass it with her, playing and learning about the fun and the joy that even winter can bring. And he learned the pain that spring brings and the longing for her return in summer.

Years pass, and he changes. He became a dangerous demon, his name now Sun Wukong, and he had learned a new trick: how to make an ice spirit never wither.

My thoughts are that, at first, you found it quite nice to enjoy the hotter season, the flowers of spring, the fruits of the summer, and the fire-colored leaves of autumn, but as time passed, you wondered how long this thing would last... You miss the waters, your sisters, and your brothers... You would like to go back.

"Back?" He snarls, "Don't you like my gift?! Is this how you treat me?! YOUR KING?!"

But he wasn't your king, and you didn't like his way of acting.

And he didn't like your defiance, so he hurt you badly.

He cured you, using water and ice, but you remembered... and you started to wonder what was happening with him. Since when did he want to control you and keep you close to him? Since when have his eyes become dark? Since when did the small and friendly monkey become the demon that declared to love you like life itself?

You didn't want to give in; you were proud enough to not fall for threats and aggression. No matter any time he hurt you and rebuilt you, you didn't lose a single grain of hope to being free.

So, when the diamond ring came to capture him, you secretly asked for your father, the cold wind of the north, to guide it against him. Your father responded, and not only him.

When the celestials founded you, the ice fairy that the great Sage cherished as his own Queen, they found someone that was overjoyed by his fall and asked nothing but for your freedom!

But the damage was too deep now. He had fed you those damn pills and peaches; now not even the sacred fire could melt you... You felt helpless, near to giving up on your hope...

But the Mother of the West gave you another chance.

"There's a mountain, not far from the gate of the west," she spoke. "Go there and act in my name. Protect people, help them, and act as a guardian. Once your work is done, you'll find your immortality revoked."

History is written by the winners. Your name wasn't about death and bones; it was one about keeping company men in their last moment, helping them pass the threshold, and being there when the Black and White Impermanence came. You were there, guiding children in their home when they were lost, fending them from the dangers of the night. You were there to take away the tears from the face of the young lady.

You saved women that wanted to take away their lives; you were a saint.

Your name was Lady of White Reverance.

But he had to come back, did he? He had to meet your gaze when you kindly offered to help his master by bringing him food and water, remembering then all the years of torture, of imprisonment, and of seclusion by him. And he was fast to attack you, claiming you were a demon that wanted to eat his master. a lie, a dirty lie; he even tried to take you away again, bring you back to Mount Huaguo, promising to finish his journey and come back for you, to his wife. But you refused, and that angered him again.

Only this time, you were strong enough to fend him off.

In the story, he had killed you, but the truth was that you got away, and he is still alive, now searching for you.

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absolutebl · 9 months ago

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This Week in BL - We In A Slump, but help might be coming from a very strange source

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Sept 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - I don’t have a lot to say except that the plot is somewhat predictable but the show is still very engaging. War is fantastic. I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot.

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) ep 10 of 12 - The second leads are getting better in this one. I understand where they are coming from, which makes their conflict so much more understandably painful, and honest to a friends2lovers trope. The main couple is kinda standard college relationship drama, but they are cuties.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - How is Ohm so damn gorgeous? Meanwhile, babies’ first argument. And it’s sponge bath time. Q has got to be wondering if Min is as meticulous with all kinds of care and attention to detail all......the......time. Somebody here in the hellhole said something about this being "the most BL to ever BL." And I think they’re right. At least right now. Although, watch out, we got us a new contender from the east.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - I do love the continuation of the perversion, in a good way, of the punishment trope from last week's episode. Oh, has the show finally remembered its title? NO SINGING.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - More kidnapping and an attack and now there’s a girl involved and somebody’s going to China and I don’t understand anything! And I don’t really care. Is this how the actual book originally went? Because it’s wild. Also TOO MANY of flashbacks. I guess they got a bit of a boyfriend era, and the claiming during the water fight was cute, but otherwise...... meh

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 15 - One shouldn’t make comparisons, of course, but all I can think about is how amazing Captain was as Noh in the original series. Thus this show is mostly just making me want to rewatch the original. It’d be an interesting twist to have Aim be queer instead of a damaged cool girl slut. Was the helmet hand letting go a foreshadow of the iconic bookstore hands letting go? Also, I gotta say for the second episode of a series there are already too many flashbacks. Why are they using filler when they have so much content crammed into so few (comparable) episodes for a series? It’s annoying. Stop it.

Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - This show has some interesting, if heavy handed, things to say about shipping and trolling, but also predatory/proprietary female behavior. It’s fascinating to see it tackled head on, if handled in a profoundly clumsy manner. I’m not sure how I feel about it. That said, most of this episode was actually an advertisement for a resort in Phuket.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - I'm getting What's Wrong with Secretary Kim? vibes from this show. Only this is WAY more bullying. It’s very old-fashioned 90’s billionaire romance novel only gay. It’s never a good sign when I’m watching two boys kiss and I really want one of them to just bite the other ones lip off instead.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 9 of 12 - No ep this week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 8 of 10 - Gosh it’s so frikin adorable. Baby got sick. He has SUCH A CRUSH. And such a courageous little confession! Yay! Can’t wait for next week.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ep 1 - sure, yes this is, in fact, just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again. And yet...... There is a REASON this leapt into the standings guns blazing. So it’s high school set but it's stepbrothers trope. (My, aren’t we popular this year?) I know, but I NEVER get tired of this trope. We got us Bach (BV's sullen tsundere) and Dat (babygirl meets bully). It’s GREAT how the brothers' dynamic is entirely different at school than when they're at home. My ear isn’t trained for Vietnamese, but I think Dat is using different pronouns depending on his location (his personality entirely shifts when he’s at school). I’m not sold on the Bach character, although I always trust BV to serve in the end (at least we know the kisses will be good), but Dat is utterly in love, a touch spicy, and reasonably complex. The surrounding cast is good too, my favorite pretty boy is there playing top dog (woof), and one of the besties is out gay (YAY!). The plot of the show is...... well...... absent. Nothing happened. But if we are aiming for Love Sick slice of life style BL, I'm game. Subs are appropriately terrible and confusing. But I like it A FUCK TON so far, so I’m gonna keep it in rotation. Nice to have Vietnam back in play. What a shocker.

2024 has been a year of upsets.

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 3 of 10 eps - I weirdly enjoyed the farcical music and the utter absurdity of the court case. I also liked how it highlighted what a good team these two are. Frankly I don’t mind a bit of an antihero sleazy lawyer + conman, it's engaging. I’m getting wholesome out of Thailand. I don’t really need it from Japan at the moment. Also I don’t believe for one second our conman actually is serious about the relationship. Conmen gonna con. I'm reminded of the scorpion and the frog fable.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 8 of 12 - I love Orca so much. I do not love the autotuned version of Orca, but I knew what I was in for with this particular show, it's in the title after all. I did laugh a whole lot when Laing used kha. Hon, I don't think that word means what you think it means......

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 11-12fin - I never thought I’d say this, but the pacing was off in the penultimate episode. Taiwan, and its chronic misuse of flashbacks strikes again. That said we eventually got a "lock in" trope and Wang being the biggest little flirt shit in the cafe OMG!!! Of course, you shouldn’t use a girl to torment your bf, but it was so well done, I can’t really complain. Meanwhile, teacher kisses. And now I understand exactly why they’re present in this narrative. Clever. Bummer of a burden on that ending though. I cannot see how they’ll manage to stick this landing. [That was ep 11]

AND NOW EP 12 - doomey doomey doom

Not the water bottle trope! Argh the teenage lust of it all. Just stop it. Wang is so smart he knows exactly how bad he has to be to leave the class. And his bf certainly knows that too. And......

......

So that was not an ending and I’m not happy about it and no one is surprised. Even I’m not surprised. I’m just disappointed. Even tho I suspected this was where we were headed I'm disappointed. That’s it. That’s all I got. How do I review something that was such a crushing let down?

Conclusion:

Based on a Mou Mou novel + the Your Name Engraved Herein team, this is old-school coming of age BL and it was bloody fantastic. Tsundere seme to beat all tsundere (smartest + tallest + bestest at everything but people) meets socially-ept cutie smart-ass uke. They're living together by end of ep 1 and start kissing by end of ep 2. A stellar tense slow burn stepbrothers trope that ate my life and than just belly-flopped the finale. What I'm left with is epic levels of disappointment and well...... at least nobody died? My standard "fatally flawed" rating for any BL is 4/10 so I guess that’s what I’m giving it.

Before you ask me for the stats: Taiwan does not have a history of second seasons. I went ahead and ran the numbers and the odds are certainly not in our favor. I put the chances at 2%.

Yes, I contemplated a revenge rating of 2/10 but even I'm not that mean.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai being converted into a café. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.