#and I’ve done it!! it’s working clearly!!! and I’m feeling way more confident

[exopelagic]

I HIT 50 PER CENT BAY BEEEEEEE

[gyuwoncheol]

Cheol’s been prepping you to take his cock for weeks but you’re about to body slam him into the mattress if he doesn’t fuck you right now (which might have been what he wanted all along, corruption kink go brrrr) 😈 “you want it so bad? Then sit on it. Aww don’t be scared I know you’re ready” -⚡️

TW: afab! reader, dirty talk, use of pet names, piv sex, unprotected sex, mentions of creampie and oral sex, bratty & whiny reader, reader is described to be much smaller than Cheol. Not proofread. 18+ only (MDNI).

Note: changed it up a little bit, ⚡️ anon. Hope you enjoy!

Because this is blonde cheol with a bratty reader, I am compelled to tag Zeta my love @multi-kpop-fanfics . It’s simply how the world works 💞

“Nooo. Stop!” You whined and yanked on Seungcheol’s blonde locks, pulling him back up to face you.

Seungcheol was confused to say the least. His eyebrows quirking as he studies your facial expressions. “You okay?”

“Just fuck me, Cheol,” you blurt out, frustration clear in your voice and Seungcheol swears he heard the angels sing.

“What–“

“I said, fuck me. No more teasing, no more prepping. I’m done!” You glare at him. Not that you were ungrateful for your boyfriend’s expert oral skills, but when all you’ve gotten the past few days ever since his return from a 3-month tour is everything but his cock, you think it’s okay to sound ungrateful.

“Aw, impatient baby,” he mocks as he grinds his crotch on yours.

“Excuse me?! I’ve been patient! Way too patient! Three months and 18 days patient!!!!” Cheol laughs at your attention to detail, clearly amused at how needy you’ve been. Not that he wasn’t— he was, he’s been dreaming to have his way with you the moment he got home four days ago. But apparently, he could take a few more days of waiting, making sure you were well prepped and ready to take his huge cock again after so long. And maybe he just loved to tease you a little bit more, waiting to awaken the brat in you. “Cmon, Cheollie..” you switch up to a sweet tone, blinking with doe eyes and drawing his face to yours for a kiss, “it’s been too long, don’t you wanna feel my tight pussy around you?”

Seungcheol’s dick twitches in the confines of his briefs at your words but he tries to play it cool with a roll of his eyes.

“Better yet baby, don’t you miss cumming inside—“

Your sentence is cut off with a yelp as the large man who was once above you rolls you both around on the bed, effectively having him pinned between your legs, straddling him right where he wants you. Seungcheol grabs you harshly to connect your mouths in a hungry kiss, the clashing of your tongues and teeth rendering you to a moaning mess while you hurriedly remove his shorts and undergarments.

When Cheol’s hard member springs free and rests on his stomach, the blonde man leans back to examine your next move. He’s not disappointed when the first thing you do is run your wet folds along his shaft. The guttural groan he lets out makes you even more wet than you already are. But that’s a good thing because now you’re looking at Cheol’s thick and long cock, and perhaps he did make the right decision to prep you for it for days.

“Nervous, baby?” He asks with that stupid brow raise of his.

“No,” you answer without hesitation but even then, you didn’t sound so confident.

“Well be my guest, princess. What’re you waiting for? You wanted it so bad didn’t you? Ride me.”

You nodded at Seungcheol, swallowing thickly before wrapping your small hand around his heavy shaft. You aligned him at your entrance, carefully letting his bulbuous head breach your sopping hole. Cheol takes notice when you suck in a sharp breath and close your eyes. It happens the same time he feels the constricting push of your walls which has his hands flying to eitherside of your hips.

“Doing s’good for me, princess,” he encourages, mustering all self control not to just thrust up into you.

“S-so biiig,” you stammer, sinking down to ease another inch of him.

“Not so mad about my prep anymore, eh?”

You roll your eyes at the smug remark, “fuck you.”

“You already are, prin— shit!” Seungcheol curses when you suddenly seat yourself fully to shut him up.

Moans reverberate around the room from both of you after your little stunt. The stretch is painful at first but it slowly morphs into fiery pleasure with every soothing rub of Cheol’s thumb on your hip. You take a deep breath and plant your palms on his chest, circling your hips once.

“Fuuuuck,” you both drawl out, lust fully flowing through your veins.

“Missed this,” you pick up your pace, repeating the motions of lifting your hips then grinding down to stimulate your clit.

“Missed you,” your boyfriend replies. He reaches out one hand to squeeze on your breast before his fingers roll your nipple expertly, causing you to clench harshly on his cock.

“Fuck, princess. If you do that again, I might just cum now.”

You scoff at his remark, ready to tease him back, “aw, who’s the impatient one now?”

[sesshous]

hi!! how are you feeling? <33 I saw your work and I loved it!! Do you have a list of characters you write for?

Could I ask for some gaming headcanons in the falling in love stage? I would like to see the confession and all that ahshaj please and thank you!! <33

falling in love hcs ᰔ gaming

genre: fluff (they/them prns)

a/n: hello!! i'm glad you like my work, i'm feeling alright <3 this took so long to do i really could not think of anything for days but then got hit with the urge to write and got this done haha. as for charas. i write i want to say i write for most of them(?), but i'll make a list soon for who i mainly want to write for ^^

i feel like gaming doesn’t have a lot of experience with romantic feelings, so at first he doesn’t even realise that he likes, likes you, but from an outsider's perspective, people can clearly see the signs that he has a crush on you.

who else does he throw lovesick-like glances at? or gives not so subtle lingering touches too? or gets way more cheery than he usually is when you’re around? even with his whole, ‘oh- no way! we're just friends!” spiel he says when he’s asked about you. it isn’t fooling anyone.

gravitating towards you is another thing he does. the second he sees you he’d come up to you to say hello and ask about your day, or if you’re in his presence he’d want to stand/sit close next to you.

oh, you just have to be there for his wushou dance performances!! he’ll invite you everytime he has one coming up - he’ll even get you in the front row if he has to!!

(also you could not tell me he doesn’t playfully tease you or unintentionally make flirty comments towards you i just know he would!! he loves seeing you flush over his comments haha)

gaming only starts to question the way he sees you when xianyun makes a passing comment to him, ‘my, one can see you’re quite fond of them, aren’t you gaming?’ fond? quite fond? well, he definitely didn’t disagree with xianyun. he does like you! …but the more he thinks about the way he acts towards and how much he actually thinks about you, gaming comes to the realisation that he does in fact have feelings for you that go past platonic.

gaming treats you as he normally does, but he now finds himself stumbling over his words and having a harder time making eye contact with you. 

and when you smile or laugh? his can feel his face instantly heating up. he blames it on his pyro vision. it’s not his pyro vision

the thought of confessing his feelings to you makes gaming… nervous. after all, he isn’t even sure if you like him back or not. but gaming doesn’t like to keep his feelings locked away, so he eventually decides he wants to confess to you (he does stall for a couple of days… have to build up that confidence.)

it’s generic (i know...) , but he’d invite you out for dim sum. however his plan of confessing to you after you’ve both finished your meal falters when you mention you’ve noticed he’s been a bit off lately and ask if he’s been doing okay. well… no time like the present, right?

“i’m fine! really, sorry for making you worry. it’s just that… i’ve been thinking a lot about you, actually. i really like you, y’know? and if you don’t like me back that’s totally okay! i won’t be mad, but… i just need to know what you think of me.”

his confession is more jumbled up than he wanted it to be. but with that now off his chest, he waits for your response, with hopes of you telling him you like him back as well.

(but seriously, how could anyone say no to someone as cute as him?)

[captainsophiestark]

Can’t Sneak Out

Damon Salvatore x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “Not on my watch!”

Summary: When yet another massive supernatural threat comes to Mystic Falls, Y/N is ready to go out and help the rest of the Mystic Falls Scooby Gang beat it. Unfortunately, a bad cold ends up messing with their witchy-woo enough that they need to stay home and rest, instead. Since Y/N is the kind of person to go out and push themselves to the limits anyway, Damon's been tasked with keeping them home and resting, and he's taking his job very seriously.

Word Count: 1,604

Category: Angst, Fluff

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"Damon, if you don't get out of my way-"

"What? What are you gonna do? You're sick as a dog right now Y/N, you couldn't even hex me if you tried!"

I growled in frustration and threw my hands up in the air. "Our friends are out there risking their lives right now! I can't stand being cooped up in here, so get the hell out of my way."

"No."

"Ugh!" I threw my hands up in the air, but Damon didn't budge. I huffed and stomped around a bit, but his expression didn't soften at all. Finally, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine. If you're gonna be such a pain in the ass, then I'm gonna go take a nap instead of spending time in here with you. Goodnight."

I spat the last word, then turned on my heel and headed for my bedroom. In truth, I had absolutely no intention of taking a nap. I just needed my babysitter to think that was the plan so I could sneak out behind his back while he wasn't paying attention.

I slammed my bedroom door behind me, then rustled the sheets loudly like I was flopping into bed. I waited a few beats, ruffled the sheets again like I was laying there and trying to get comfortable, then waited again. Finally, when I decided I'd waited long enough, I crept across the floor to the window.

Slowly, carefully, and like I'd done more than once in high school, I eased the window open. It was completely silent, and I stepped out onto the roof with practiced ease. I walked to the edge of the roof and eased over it until I hung on by just my fingers, my feet dangling above the porch. I still really didn't feel great thanks to my cold, so it was a little harder than usual, but nothing I couldn't handle.

Finally, when I felt confident in my position, I let go and dropped down to the porch in triumph.

I found Damon standing in front of me with his arms crossed, staring at me and clearly not impressed.

"Did you really think that trick was gonna work on me?" he deadpanned.

"Dammit Damon! Get out of my way, I'm going to help my friends."

I tried to storm past him, but I didn't get very far. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, then started heading for the front door of the house.

"Not on my watch!" he said, his tone entirely too cheery for the mood I was currently in.

Once we were back in the house, he dumped me unceremoniously on the couch, then started heading for the kitchen.

"You lay there and rest," he ordered. "I'll make you some soup or something-"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I finally demanded, shouting despite my sore throat as I popped back onto my feet and glared at him. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and stared back at me with a raised eyebrow, but my scowl only got more fierce.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone making it clear he thought I was being crazy. I clenched my fists and took a few furious steps towards him.

"I mean, who the hell are you, because you're sure as hell not being Damon Salvatore right now!" Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes, and I knew he had some witty retort on the tip of his tongue, but I jumped in before he could say it. "I've personally seen you cajole Bonnie into the middle of danger and heart-stopping spells when she's on the verge of death. You'll send Matt off to be bait with no defense at the drop of a hat. Tyler, Caroline, even Stefan! If they can be of help, you don't try to stand in their way, even if they should be resting instead of world-saving. But with me? You're a helicopter parent!"

"Y/N..." he warned, taking a few steps towards me. We were almost face to face now, but I wasn't stopping at all. In fact, I was just getting started.

"No, I mean it!" I cried. "I have a cold, and yeah, it might make it harder for me to throw down like I usually do, but it's not like I'm completely bedridden! And yet here you are, barely letting me off the couch for some fear that I'll drop dead if I do more than breathe! So why? You just want to get on my nerves that badly, that you've decided to keep me from helping our friends? You want to mess with me? So much that you're here, stopping me from sneaking out like a high schooler in a teen movie, instead of helping your brother fight something that could very well kill him? Why the hell would you do that?"

"Because I'm in love with you!"

He shouted it back with the same frustration and exasperation that I'd had in my tone. He'd been getting more and more worked up as I'd laid into him, and apparently he just couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N, alright? So much so that I'm here, making you soup, instead of with my brother. So yes, I am hovering, but it's because I care. And because you don't know your limits at all. The number of times Bonnie's had to step in to save you from an overwhelming spell when you're healthy is so high I can't count it on one hand, and if you go out right now and push yourself past the point of no return, I'd never be able to live with myself for letting it happen. Never."

I just stared at him as he finished his speech. He was breathing hard, and it was clearly my turn to say something, but I couldn't process the confession I'd just received. After a few moments of stunned silence, I finally managed to choke out the obvious.

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes, Y/N. I'm in love with you. And I know you hate me, but-"

"Whoa, whoa, wait. I don't hate you. Damon, I've never hated you. I mean, I've definitely wanted to kill you a few times, but... but I actually like you too. Like, a lot." My heart beat faster at the admission, even though Damon had literally just told me he felt the same way.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really. At this specific moment, I'm a little frustrated with you, but on the whole? Yeah."

Damon stared at me for a few seconds, his blue eyes piercing mine and an expression of awe on his face as he took me in. Then, in a flash of vampire speed, he crossed the room and wrapped me in his arms. I laughed as he pulled me to him, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Well, in that case, I don't want to waste any more time," he said. He leaned in to close the distance between us, aiming for a kiss, but I put my hands on his shoulders and stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in silent question.

"I have a cold, remember?" I said. "I don't want to get you sick."

"Sweetheart, I have fantastic news for you. Vampires don't get sick."

"Wait really?" He nodded. "Holy shit that's awesome!"

"I agree."

With that, he leaned in again, and this time I didn't stop him. It felt a little crazy to be kissing Damon Salvatore, but I also absolutely couldn't say I minded. Even if Bonnie was going to kill me for it later.

After a few seconds, we broke apart. Even if I couldn't pass my cold to Damon, I was still sick, and I just didn't have the energy for a dramatic, romantic make out session after a confession of love.

Thankfully, Damon could tell. When we pulled apart he kept his arms wrapped around me, then smiled at me, blissful happiness written all over his face.

"Wanna watch some dumb movies while I make us some hot soup?" he finally asked. I sighed, leaning into his chest.

"That sounds perfect."

"Good. C'mon, let's get you to the couch." He kissed the top of my head, then walked me over to the most comfortable spot on the couch. I settled into the cushions and blankets as he started queuing up one of my favorite movies. I smiled to myself as I watched him, feeling a sense of peace and belonging I never would've thought to associate with Damon before.

"This is gonna sound really lame," I mused as Damon finished setting up the movie and then headed for the kitchen. "But honestly, this is my ideal first date."

I heard Damon snort from the kitchen, and it only made me smile wider. And just like that, I found myself perfectly happy to sit here with Damon and rest a little. The dangers and challenges of Mystic Falls would still be waiting when I was healthy, after all. And now I'd be facing them with Damon as my partner instead of my adversary.

We were going to be unstoppable together. The supernatural world would have to watch its back.

[cosmitton]

seeing a cute boy outside of a restaurant at night

Johan Seong x F!Reader (foreigner)

A/N: I haven’t written in so long and this is the first thing I’ve ever written for Lookism, so I’m nervous lol. The reader in this is described to be a foreigner, but I don’t describe what she looks like, so I hope that’s okay. She’s based off of one of my Lookism OCs but I thought it’d be better to write it as a Reader instead. I also won’t be using (Y/N) or anything like that bc I think it takes away from the flow of the writing/dialogue. Also, I think this takes place a little after the God Dog arc where Johan’s on his own again.

It’s not really romantic in this, but I’m thinking of making this a sort of series of one shots with this Reader specifically. Please lmk if Johan is OOC, bc I’m not confident in writing him haha. Anyways, hope you enjoy! c:

The nights are still cold at this time of year in Seoul. Not that you can really feel it at this point from where you are, starting the process of cleaning up and closing the restaurant. After having been cooped up in the small kitchen in the back of the hole-in-the-wall building you work at, finally done cooking after several hours, the space is well and truly stuffy by now. You were even a bit sweaty, in contrast to the people you can see pass by the windows outside that are trying to stay bundled up against the wind chill.

“Alright,” your boss walks into the back to join you, “you’ve been holed up in here long enough, I’ll take care of this. You go deal with the front.”

As if it’s ingrained in his mind as instinct, he swats at your back with the hand towel he grabs before you can protest that you can do it yourself and he should rest. You laugh slightly at the older man, deciding that you’re too tired anyway to argue with him right now.

You leave behind what you were working on to go out into the front of house in order to count down the register and go about cleaning and packing up the floors and tables. You work silently, comforted by the sound of your boss cleaning in the back and the distant hum of life filtering in from behind the windows and locked door.

“Mr. Terrence,” you call as you walk toward the back doors, “I’ll take the trash out now.”

“Thanks, kid.” He replies as you grab the black bags in both hands.

It’s as you walk outside, hit by the cold and slightly regretting not grabbing your jacket first, that you see him. A slim, brown-haired boy sitting by the mouth of the alley between your workplace and the building next door. He’s curled up like he’s trying to hide, in a way, with his knees drawn up tight and facing slightly away from you. When you glance over at what he’s looking at, you see two small dogs not far from him.

You try not to stare as you pass by, but it is weird to you. There’s not usually anyone out here, especially at this time of night and in this weather – and if there is, they’re usually not here for any good reason. It’s not your business, you try to remind yourself, and you can’t afford to be getting caught up in anything bad that might be happening.

Although, that doesn’t seem right, either. This boy is just sitting alone on the ground, watching – presumably – his two dogs and still hasn’t even looked up at you. He doesn’t seem the type to be here for any salacious reason, which makes the only other conclusion that comes to your mind much more heartbreaking – he’s here because he has nowhere else to go. You could be wrong, but the way he was dressed (yes, he had a jacket, but not thick enough for this cold) and had only his dogs and a single backpack sat at his side just hit your instincts in a certain way. You couldn’t see his face, but he looked slim – probably not starving, but clearly not eating as much as you preferred for a young person to be eating. (Distantly, you think about how Mr. Terrence would make fun of you for thinking this despite the fact that you are also a “young person”.) His dogs also looked skinny, and even if you didn’t care about this boy, you couldn’t in good conscience let animals go without food.

With that thought, you made up your mind and quickly threw away the trash and made your way back into the restaurant to head straight toward the kitchen.

“Mr. Terrence,” your boss jumped as you burst back into the room again, “sorry. I was wondering if you finished packing everything up?”

“Nearly there,” the older man watched as you scuttled about the kitchen to grab a to go box from under the counter and start filling it with food. “Oh, no,” he scoffs lightly, “not another stray. If you keep feedin’ ‘em, they’ll keep comin’ back expectin’ more.”

“A stray and his strays, yeah.” You continue, ignoring his scoff because you know he could stop you if he was really that bothered by it.

“What?”

“Some guy and his dogs.”

“Ohhh~” you don’t need to look up to face him, because you can hear the smug smile in his voice, “a boy, huh~? No wonder you’re so eager.”

You resist the urge to fling some of the food at him, “shut up. You know it isn’t like that.”

He’s already stopped listening to you, having made up his mind about your intentions, “uh-huh, sure.”

You don’t bother to reply, finished with packing up the to go box now and not trying to play his games. You make your way back toward the doors, hoping the boy and his dogs hadn’t left already. He’s still there, thankfully, when you get outside – again regretting that you forgot to grab your jacket, but somehow remembered to grab the dog treats you keep in your bag for any stray you might come across – and still not looking up. You make your way over to the boy with your shoulders hiked up in a weak attempt to shield yourself against the wind, trying to walk around into his sight so that you don’t sneak up on him.

One of his dogs notices you first, a little thing with pink ears, and seems to watch your approach cautiously. The boy notices and whips his head around immediately, as if he was trying to catch you, and you pause for a moment at the way he looks at you like you might be a threat. He looks to be around your age, with a pretty face and puppy eyes, but he scowls at you in a way that makes him seem older – weathered and weary from past experience. Oof, you think as you try to figure out how best to approach him, a standoffish one, then.

“Hey,” you greet lightly, “sorry to bother you. I work at this restaurant and I was wondering if you wanted to take these leftovers off my hands so we don’t have to waste them by throwing them away.”

You don’t actually have to throw away the leftovers, of course, but you’re banking on him not knowing that because he seems like the type to not take handouts unless it’s phrased as if he’d be doing you a favor instead. Before the boy can answer, though, the dog with pink ears walks up to you first. You kneel down to its level, putting your hand out to let it sniff you before you try to pet it.

“Hi, puppy~!” You can’t help the high-pitched baby voice you use to talk to animals, it’s instinct at this point and you refuse to feel embarrassed about it.

The other white dog that’s wearing a sweater is still hanging back, looking like it’s shivering, but you can’t tell if that’s from the cold or if that’s just natural. You set the to go box down beside you, petting the pink-eared dog with one hand while you wrestle the dog treats out of your pocket with the other. The pup is fully excited now, tail wagging so hard that it’s almost throwing the dog off its feet, while you feed the treats to it, eagerly.

You realize that you pretty much forgot about the boy when his voice makes you jump, “her name is Miro.”

You look over, and he doesn’t seem to be scowling at you anymore, just watching you interact with his dog – still cautious, but not threatened.

“She’s cute,” you smile, “and your other dog?”

“He’s Eden.”

“Can I give him some treats?”

“He doesn’t like strangers much.”

“Well,” you shift slightly, waiting for permission to approach, “I’ll give them to you and you can give them to him, then.”

“Why?” He’s suspicious again - not in the same way that others here are when they see your face and know you’re an outsider - and you recognize it and it breaks your heart for him. (It seems a bit ridiculous for you to hurt for him, given that you don’t know him at all, but you do because you’ve seen it before and you know it at your core.)

“Because they deserve it. They all do.” You mean his dogs, specifically, but you also mean him and every other person like him.

He watches you for a moment more, and you let him, but he doesn’t respond verbally – just shrugs and makes the smallest movement of his head to nod. You grab the to go box again, dog treats in the other hand, and rise to move toward him. He rises too, probably more comfortable with being at eye level than sitting – just in case. Miro is following at your feet, and you stop with a bit of distance between yourself and the boy. You hand him the dog treats first, glancing at Eden shaking a bit behind him, and he stuffs them into the pocket of his jacket. You try to hand him the to go box and that’s when he becomes suspicious again – obvious when you look him in the eye.

“I know it might be an inconvenience, but it’d really help if you could take these. It just seems like such a waste if we have to toss them.” He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t just by how he looks at you, but neither of you are going to say it aloud.

He stares at you for a moment again, seeming to battle in his mind over whether to take it or not, but the hunger that you’re sure he’s feeling seems to win out. He takes it from you and, despite how reluctant he was to accept it in the first place, he immediately holds it close to him and slightly away from you as if you’re going to snatch it back.

You want to say more, but you’re not sure what and you don’t really have any more reason to since you accomplished what you came out here for. You think to ask his name and give him yours, but you feel like you might be pushing him with that. So, with nothing else that you can come up with, you start to back away.

“Thanks,” you smile at him again and look down at Miro and Eden, “bye puppies~!”

You think anything else would bother him, so with one last glance at the boy – who seems to be waiting for you to leave before he goes on with whatever his plans are – you fully turn back to the restaurant and go inside. You wish you had gotten his name, or had some way of checking up on him and Eden and Miro again just to make sure they’d be okay, but you just have to accept that it’s left up to fate now.

Who knows, you might meet him again one day.

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 4

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: a lot of angst and just lonely and pining and heartbroken Ominis but not for long

— WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

— TAGLIST: @littletealight @skarathewitch @myrachondria @mrimperio @ssnapsaurus @tarotwitchy-main @hufflepuff-16

“Have you read this one yet?”

“Not yet. You said it’s good?”

“I think so, but I don’t know how it compares to Hereward.”

“He was a middling potioneer at best. He is more famous for his father than his own work. What do you want to have for dinner?”

“Anything is fine.”

Her hand slid on top of his as they lay together on her bed, books spread out between them, their hair tousled on the pillows. Outside, it was still raining. The sun had nearly set, the sky was covered in clouds, and they hadn’t yet lit a lamp. For Ominis, it didn’t make a difference.

He flipped through one of the books without even paying attention to what he picked up, and sightlessly read aloud to her the passages that made him chuckle. The older the book, generally speaking, the more strange and dangerous its instructions were.

“Yes, just cut that claw off at the root from a sleeping dragon, I’m certain nothing bad could happen. To think they gave this instruction to third years in the 1640s…”

“Do they list any evasive manoeuvres?” she asked with a grin.

“I don’t think so, although I can feel something is scribbled on the side… Perhaps a cautionary ‘do not attempt alone’.”

What a strange experience, to be read to in the dark… It was comforting and intimate in a way she’d never experienced before. It made her think of all those school nights when Ominis would be studying on his own, and she’d be off on some quest or scouring through a goblin camp or doing away with Ashwinders using the curses Sebastian taught her. It seemed now like so much time lost… If she had spent more time with him instead, would it have been a comfort to him? Would things had ended up differently?

As Ominis kept reading, she rolled to her side and rested her head against his arm. He paused, but only for a moment, and then went on.

They decided, almost wordlessly, to do together the things they hadn’t done before. After a few more days of rain, they went to the forest looking for mushrooms, something Ominis could not safely do until then. They went on shopping trips to Diagon and Knockturn Alley and spent the whole day there — after a brief stop to Gringotts for him to relieve his family vault of a few more Galleons — and treated themselves to new robes and tailored clothes, and ingredients so they could try out some of the more dangerous potions they could never do at Hogwarts.

At the end of this escapade, she went to her home and packed up a few more things to take back to the mansion. Ominis waited for her with an undying smug smile — in the end, she would still be with him come winter.

“Have you considered staying, perhaps, even longer?” he asked with a casual air as they had tea at a little table next door to Scribbulus.

“You mean over Christmas and New Year’s?”

“Yes,” said Ominis at length, “and maybe longer than that?”

“Your generosity knows no bounds,” she grinned. “Why do you ask?”

“Just tell me. Yes or no?”

He kept a smile on his face, but his brow was tense. Whatever confidence he’d had was clearly dwindling at her refusal to give him a straight answer.

“What are you really asking me, Ominis?” she said with a quiet lean forward and a teasing tone.

“Only what I said…”

She didn’t believe him, but couldn’t stop her grin.

In the end, she agreed to stay with him until January.

“After that, I really must go. I’ve put off looking for employment long enough.”

“There’s nothing to say you can’t remain with me and work.”

“Ominis…”

“And if you mention taking advantage of my so-called generosity one more time, I shall lock you in.”

“Ominis!” she laughed, but a part of her felt he was serious.

“I meant it,” he said more quietly. “I need you. I… I need you, to be happy.”

Her laughter died and she was left gazing at him softly, in silence. She wasn’t used to such openness from him… He was always the quiet one, closed off and elusive, a mystery in many ways, just like his family. And it was in part because of his family that she never considered Ominis as… more. More than a friend. The Gaunts would never have approved of her, and so every early flash of infatuation died until it ceased to flare at all. Of course, she had never imagined the drastic measured he would take to free himself from them… She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed. Between him and Sebastian, perhaps she had an unhealthy interest in homicidal boys.

Slowly, she reached across the table and covered his hand as it still held onto a teacup — an innocent and innocuous one, this time — and searched inside herself.

“It’s a difficult thing to imagine,” she said, “to be the one that makes you happy…”

“I don’t mean it as an imposition,” he said hastily, “not like some… some duty.”

“Still, it’s not what… what I…”

“Not what you had planned for your life?” he asked coolly, leaning back. He slid his hand from underneath hers and picked the cup with the other one for a sip.

“I don’t mean it like that, but… I suppose I don’t know yet what I want from life.”

“But enough to know it isn’t me, isn’t that so?”

“No,” she said with a faint laugh, “not even that much.”

Ominis nodded, but he seemed somewhat at peace, that or the fight had gone out of him at her utter lack of enthusiasm for his roundabout courtship. Still, it hadn’t been an outright rejection, at least not yet…

But it made the rest of their time together a bit more strained. She could feel his attention cast down on her whenever they were together — and perhaps it had always been so, but she only just now noticed — and their silences together grew more sad, more lonely, more discouraged.

Strangely, Ominis became a bit more daring too, as if he had nothing left to lose.

He showed her the mansion’s dungeons, finally, after months of her being there. She’d never asked to see it, but she had learned that it was held under lock and key. The only thing Ominis had told her about it was that it existed. It was a grey and arched expanse with cells on either side, and instruments the sort of which she’d only seen in the DADA class at Hogwarts — iron maidens, racks, heretic forks, and rows and rows of shackles along one of its walls.

“Don’t worry,” said Ominis, “it hasn’t been used in generations. I think. It should be adequately sterile by now.”

It did little to assuage her apprehensions, as the instruments and parts of the floor were still splattered with stains.

“Who were they used on?”

“I never asked.”

Ominis was more daring in asking for what he really wanted, too. Long picnics at the edge of the forest, dragging on until the owls and bats flew overhead and the wolves began to howl. Reading sessions of curse books in her bedroom until midnight with the lamps turned dim. They purchased a gramophone together, a muggle device his parents never would have abided, and played the latest symphonies out of its large flower-shaped cone.

And, lastly, he told her exactly what how he killed his family, and what he did with them… She was only partially surprised, but mostly secretly in awe at his daring and creativity.

He was expecting her to leave almost any day, and took advantage of the time she gave him. She gladly let him do it. And, from sheer cowardice, never addressed his fears — never told him that she felt things she hadn’t felt in years, and simply didn’t know what to do with them, especially in his presence, now, when she was really beginning to know him. Instead of seeing the polite Ominis, the aristocrat, the reluctant heir, the burgeoning dark wizard, she delved into his wants, his needs, his fears, and had found in him very much a kindred spirit.

She did, however, plan to leave — more for his sake than her own. Ominis needed someone who could dedicate their life to him, their freedom, and put aside their sense of self. He also needed a gentle soul who could be a good influence to him. And she was the furthest thing from that…

As the holidays approached, along with her implied departure, they gradually grew more distant. Even when they had dinner, even when they went on walks, or when they danced together by the fireplace to the wailing gramophone, there were silences between them that otherwise would not have been.

She resolved to buy him something, like a consolation gift — something as much for Christmas as for a ‘good-bye’ — and slipped out of the house one day in mid December via floo. There was nothing that someone could give to a boy who had everything — all the luxury, the books, the clothes, and all those fragrant roses that were now buried in snow — but she felt that he uniquely missed a sense of normalcy. He’d probably never celebrated a proper Christmas with his family, only the ones at Hogwarts, and that time must’ve been bitter for him. Seeing so many other classmates going happily back home, coming back with charming little presents and fond stories… She wondered if being around Anne and Sebastian was easier, as they didn’t have much of a home to go back to either.

It was, of course, pointless to speculate, especially when she had a mission: find him a worthy present.

Three hours later, she returned with a prettily wrapped package in brilliant green. The sun was just setting and coloured the sky pink, colouring the drawing room through the wide glass panes. Aside from the flash she made as she arrived, the house was eerily silent. She was pleased with this, of course, as it kept her journey secret. Ominis must have still been in the library where she left him, that or he’d gone looking for her… She meant to hide the package before she returned to him, slip it on some high shelf or some place out of reach, where even his wand wouldn’t detect it, but then she heard footsteps coming from the foyer… She only had enough time to tuck it behind her back.

But the steps were heavy, angry-sounding, and made by large boots. A visitor, at that hour? And uninvited too… She frowned and undid her cloak to lay it on an armchair, ready to confront whoever it was, when the stranger opened the door to the drawing room and walked in.

He stopped in his tracks for a moment, looking just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. She recognised him from the pictures that still littered the mansion: Marvolo Gaunt.

[bastetwastaken]

Hi friends ^.^

I've been absent for a while, and there are multiple reasons for that, but long story short- I lost all my writing motivation and any joy I ever had for creating. I worried that it would never come back. I still worry that it won't ever return to the way it used to be but I can happily say that it's not quite as bad now.

Unexpectedly the passion for writing came back yesterday, out of nowhere, just bam, you can write again! So I've been slowly working on the next chapter of Area of Effect and just wanted to share a little piece of it with you. <3 <3

Thank you to those of you who have been supporting me through what has been an honestly awful time, and thank you for your patience.

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“What are we playing for?” He asked.

Atem laughed as he handed him a can, sitting down on the floor opposite him. 

“Do you only play when stakes are involved?” Atem asked him. 

“I do when someone questions my abilities.” He huffed. 

“Oh yeah?” Atem smirked, leaning back on his hands as he looked back at him. “Well then, perhaps we should make things more interesting, hm?” 

“I’m keen to hear what you’re thinking.” He said with a smile, taking a sip of the drink he’d been given. 

Atem hummed, looking around the room then back at the board between them. 

“Hang on.” Atem said, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, crawling a few paces to the shelves against the wall where he began to rummage for something. Yami decided to sip his drink again and try to keep his eyes off Atems ass. He failed. “Ah. Here.” 

Atem returned to his spot opposite him and placed a box of playing cards between them. He looked up at Atem and raised an eyebrow.

“Can you play poker?” Atem asked him. 

“Yeah.” He laughed. “Although it might not be the best choice, I’d hate to take all of your money.” 

Atems lips pulled up into a confident smirk, his eyes held the promise of a challenge and Yami felt his stomach turn in excitement. 

“Oh I wasn’t thinking we’d play for money.” Atem told him. “I was thinking about something else we could both lose…” 

He tilted his head to the side, placing his drink down on the floor next to him. He couldn’t think of anything else they could bet, maybe it was just a matter of pride? Maybe that's all Atem meant. 

“Like what?” He asked. 

“Ever played strip poker?” Atem asked.

Yami almost choked on his own breath, that was something he hadn’t expected to hear at all…but maybe it would be a good idea… he would like to see Atem wearing significantly less than he was right now after all. 

“You’re sure about that?” He said. 

“I am.” Atem smiled at him. “But are you? I’ve been told I’m quite good at this game.” 

“I guess we’ll see about that.” He said with a laugh. “I’m in.” 

“Wonderful.” Atem grinned at him then pushed the board and game pieces to the side that they’d been using previously. He watched as Atem opened the box of cards, tipped them out and shuffled them deftly. 

Atem had clearly done this many times before, and perhaps Yami would have been impressed by the way he moved the cards effortlessly between his hands, how he fanned them out and slid them back together, but no…his mind was firmly in the gutter as he wondered just how those hands would feel on him. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and took another sip of his drink, although they both knew they were very clearly interested in each other, they hadn’t quite managed to talk about what they wanted from this yet. 

But here they were, about to play strip poker and he was going to lose his mind he was sure. 

Their cards were dealt and the game began. Unexpectedly, he lost the first round. With a sigh, he reached up to his hair, pulling out his hair tie and dropping it to the floor between them. 

He picked up his can and took another sip before he caught the way Atem was looking at him. “What?” He asked as he lowered the can. 

“You do know the rules of this game, right?” Atem asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Of course I do.” He scoffed. “Do you?” 

The noise Atem made was a mix of shock and irritation. “So tell me how a hair tie counts as clothing.” 

He smirked, placing his can on the ground and leaning back on his hands, looking back at Atem, allowing himself just a moment more to enjoy the look on his face. 

“Well clothing is something you wear, right?” He paused, Atem nodded. “And what do you do with a hair tie? You wear it. So I’d say that meets the definition of clothing.” 

There was a moment where Atem said nothing, he just stared at him, then a smile tugged at his lips and he laughed. 

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Atem said, shaking his head and chuckling as he shuffled the cards again. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” 

He grinned as Atem dealt the next hand.

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Want to read the fic so far? You can on Ao3 ^.^

[irregularcollapse]

Hi! it’s illegal for you to feel down about yourself and your work because i believe you’re really bringing a quality of work that is super rare in fanfiction in general, even rarer in this fandom!

my question because i can’t resist; regarding damen’s slavery, is there any BTS tidbits on how it came to be in this time period? ie, without laurent and assuming laurent’s uncles influence in the trade to specifically fuck with laurent (unless a form of laurent exists in the fic but from reading it doesn’t seem so) is jokaste/kastors main reasoning being the whole humiliation aspect? what does the regent get out of it? does he know, in this universe that it’s damen? and was the abuse damen suffered in arles different without canon laurent being there?

First of all, I don't even have words for what that compliment made me feel when I first read it. I've been so down in the dumps the past week or two, for a lot of reasons, and when I'm feeling bad the first thing that takes a confidence hit is my belief in my writing. Getting this message was like... I can't even tell you. Just, thank you so much. You cheered me up immeasurably.

Something else you did is give me motivation to write something! You've asked such an interesting question, and I can’t answer it without referring back to the books themselves – which means that what follows will be a highly harebrained, obsessive game of connect-the-dots between info revealed in the series, leading to what I’ve chosen to do in the fic. Hopefully, by the time I’m done, you’ll see what I’m thinking and where I’ve headed with it.

In the books, the abuse Damen suffers is largely analogous to what was done to Laurent at the hands of the Regent. In other words, nearly everything (flogging excluded – that’s an intentional departure, though) that Laurent does or orders done to Damen, was done to him first. To look at one example, the chalis:

Laurent’s idea, to make Damen weakened and pliant in the ring. How does he know about chalis’ effects, and its use as a weapon rather than a recreational drug? It was given to him.

The drug that Laurent has actually been poisoned with is not chalis, but an Akielon drug that “lead[s] from virility to abandonment,” which Laurent is also clearly personally familiar with (“I am aware of the effect of the drug.”) – but his familiarity with chalis is actually revealed by Damen’s observation about tit-for-tat: “It was sordidly believable that he would revenge himself on Laurent with the same tactics that Laurent had thrown at him.” This is the crux of Laurent’s treatment of Damen. He is seeking revenge not only for Auguste’s death, but for the abuse he suffered at his uncle’s hands, which he equally blames Damen for. This is also why, in their first few encounters, Laurent is fixated on the idea of Damen being raped.

It isn’t just sexual assault he wants for Damen, though: it is specifically the idea of being abused by someone larger and more physically powerful, someone in a position of greater power, and – the most telling slip – with “a beard like [his] uncle’s.” There’s something almost juvenile in that addition, highly revelatory in the way it shows Laurent’s lack of ability to separate his own experiences from his ideas of vengeance. This exchange is also a potent indicator of how Laurent truly views slavery, in the way he couches it as an outlet for hatred. This is compounded by his reaction when Damen argues for the wellbeing of the other Akielon slaves.

His shock and confusion stems from the belief that Akielons – barbarians that he thinks they are – would only ever treat slaves in the same way (or worse than) they are being treated in Arles. In this moment, Damen challenges his notions of both Akielon sensibilities and the abuse that Akielon slaves are subjected to. Laurent has been harbouring the belief that Damen personally would be capable of the exact horrors that he was subjected to: to Laurent, it is almost as though Damen himself did them. This is why he is so consistently surprised when Damen protests raping children, or when he calls for kind treatment of those who should (in the true hierarchy) be under his power.

It is worth noting that this is Laurent’s first encounter with Akielon slaves, which raises the question of where he got these ideas about their treatment from. Of course, his learned prejudice against Akielons is a large part of it: at this stage, he sees them as invariably aggressive, stupid, primitive. Indeed, for all his feelings about slavery itself, the Akielons being Damen’s “countrymen” (as he describes them) is part of the reason why he doesn’t see anything extreme about their mistreatment. He is also laying blame for the war, and therefore Auguste’s death, on all Akielons more broadly – this view is only shaken when Damen says to him, “They're not like me. They're not soldiers. They haven't killed anyone. They're innocent.” His apparent disregard for the Akielon slaves is therefore also motivated by his belief in slavery as an outlet for hatred: Akielons, in Laurent’s grief, all deserve punishment. It bears mentioning that prior to this moment, not only did Laurent not have the motivation to help the Akielon slaves, he also didn’t have the opportunity: he has recently been stripped of most of his property and income, and as he says to Damen, “You overestimate my influence over my uncle.” Only the arrival of Torveld even gives him the opportunity to make a play for the slaves – and it comes at a cost of ‘offering’ himself in a way he, according to stories circulating the palace, has never (willingly) done before.

It is interesting, and telling, that Damen pleading for the “innocence” of the slaves is what makes Laurent falter – especially given that descriptor is only used about one other character at this stage: Laurent himself. Damen observes Laurent’s impression of innocence twice previously (his “blue eyes as innocent as the sky,” then his “wide-eyed expression of injured innocence” for the Regent), and then there is this:

It is a particularly sick exchange given that the Regent is the one who took advantage of Laurent’s innocence, but it also cements something else: the abuse Laurent suffered and his trauma, perpetrated by the Regent, being thematically linked to the abuse and trauma of slavery. This is reiterated when “innocent” is used by Laurent to describe a third character: Damen, when he is accused of attempting to murder Laurent.

The association is compounded through the motif of kneeling. First thing to note is that pets don’t appear to kneel, except when performing a service:

They all, Nicaise included, seem to sit beside their masters/the courtiers, while Damen is forced into kneeling at Laurent’s feet. Both Damen and Erasmus are made to kneel, and indeed to crawl, while the pets are allowed to walk around freely and only take a knee when they have a cause to (and obviously, Ancel kneeling to give Damen a blowjob is more about Damen’s humiliation via having control taken away from him in that moment, than it is about Ancel’s subjugation). But then, there is this:

And this:

An intentional parallel between Damen kneeling for Laurent, and Laurent kneeling for the Regent, reinforced by the repeated order to “Kiss it.” The moments are remarkably similar in other ways, in that the comments made centre around the ideas of defiance and service, and the notion of “forced” (or motivated and justified) punishment. Indeed, Laurent’s comment that “Every dog can be brought to heel,” is eerily present as the Regent discusses with the council how best to punish his nephew, and talks about reigning in his behaviour, saying “Something must be done to discipline him.”

Kneeling is used as a symbol of willing subservience, the idea of which continues to be degrading and humiliating to Laurent, no matter the setting – he struggles to kneel when giving Damen a blowjob in Kings Rising, and still when washing Damen’s feet in The Summer Palace. Indeed, this association is truly emphasised when the Regent says, “He has kneeled for me” to reveal his abuse of Laurent to Damen: the sexual connotations are at the forefront, as is the idea of willingness. As a motif, it serves the exploration of the theme of power and control, particularly the dichotomy between the horror of forced powerlessness, and the beauty of giving power and control over willingly.

Survivors of CSA commonly report feelings of powerlessness, a loss of a sense of self and personhood, and feeling a lack of control or autonomy as a result of their trauma. This is Laurent’s experience; it is also the experience of an Akielon slave. It isn’t that the text says that Laurent was a slave – it is that the traumatic situations are echoes of each other, and the effects for the characters are echoes as well. It is a thematic link, not an actual direct comparison. It is also shown in Laurent’s treatment of Erasmus. In Captive Prince, Laurent is shown to be genuinely kind to only two characters: Nicaise, and Erasmus. It is much more obvious to the reader why Laurent is friendly with Nicaise – he assumes an almost brotherly role, teasing and playing games, attempting to reassure Nicaise about his intent to protect him. He sees Nicaise as a version of himself, one he has the opportunity to rescue. But even without this context, his kindness toward Erasmus surprises Damen more:

It’s a moment where Laurent’s true “sweetness” comes through, but also a moment of self-recognition through the other. Erasmus is, for Laurent, a manifestation of his own innocence and blind trust. He is briefly gentle with Erasmus in acknowledgement of the way his own innocence (and he is still innocent in a lot of ways, not only because he is only 20 years old here, but because CSA is often linked to arrested development — think of him believing the Regent would never try to kill him, of him saying “He would have stopped you” to Damen re: Auguste in Kings Rising, of asking “Why?” when Damen is recounting the moment he killed Auguste in The Summer Palace) requires gentle treatment. 

He does not rest on Erasmus being a mere pawn in the games that are at play, rather making a small gesture of acknowledging his personhood in a way that he personally has been refused: he brings Erasmus into the plan, effectively says ‘you have a role to play in this game, and I know you are capable of it.’ He does this without Damen’s prompting. The uncommonness of the meeting is reinforced when Damen says of the Regent, “For a man of his status to visit a slave at all was unlikely and bizarre.” The outcomes of these meetings of supposed ruler and slave are opposites, though: while Erasmus comes away with respect for Laurent, Damen’s wariness of the Regent increases. In fact, in this same section, we find the line that brings everything together, especially in regards to EIAT:

The Regent does not have Laurent’s trauma, his motivation for revenge, or his inherent sweetness. He is not driven by grief (both for Auguste and Laurent’s sense of self), and he has never been a victim. His only drive is power, but he prefers to wield it against those already weaker than he is. It is also a reminder that everything cruel about Laurent, the Regent made: as Laurent himself says later on, “You keep offering me all these chances to improve myself … Teach me how to thank you.” As much as it is likely a deliberate echo of abusive rhetoric levelled against Laurent by the Regent, it is also an iteration that everything Laurent has done, he has been taught. The abuse becomes cyclical – from the Regent to Laurent, from Laurent to Damen, over and back again – but always with the same root. The exchange that precedes this particular observation is an exercise in double-speak: beneath the Regent’s pleasantries is not only manipulation and a particular form of grooming, but a revelation of his resentment for Damen – or, at least, what Damen represents.

The manipulation in the Regent’s words is likely obvious (“You’re a man,” “You are quite diplomatic,” positioning himself as being on Damen’s ‘side’ against Laurent), but there are a couple of backhanded revelations here. Following “You are quite diplomatic” with “For a soldier” almost hearkens to for an Akielon, i.e. for a barbarian. Then, the comments about “leadership [being] a quality that ran naturally in the blood of a king’s heir” – a veiled criticism of Damen, who finds himself enslaved. This is the insult also levelled against him by the Regent in EIAT. It is an incredibly slippery conversation, where the Regent plays with flattery, gaslighting, belittling, and threats. It isn’t that he personally believes that Kastor is more fit to rule, but he is certainly trying to break Damen down by suggesting it. In the Regent’s plan, Damen’s “fate … would probably have been even more drawn out than Laurent's, a long, lingering execution before crowds.” He was intending to use Damen to start a war with Akielos, yes, but it was also a revenge of his own kind.

The Regent wants to rule Akielos; he wants to subjugate it. He doesn’t have any higher an opinion of Akielons than anyone else in Vere – in truth, he evidently sees them as easily manipulable and readily dominated. Remember that the Regent does not do things personally; he always recruits others into doing his dirty work. In this case, as much as the orchestration is about abusing and punishing Laurent, he is using Laurent as a tool. But manipulating the circumstances of Damen’s abuse and intended execution isn’t only about symbolically dominating Akielos – there is also the petty motivation of a man told he was not suited to rule, taking revenge against another man who was. The result is a fatal underestimation of Damen’s actual power: the Regent fails to recognise that Damen is an effective leader not because of birth, but because of the person he is. It is Damen’s compassion that leads to his escape in EIAT – as Laurent assesses about his legacy in Chapter XV, and therefore his true strength: “they remember the way that he love[s].” This is the textual precedent for what Damen and Laurent assess of the Regent’s motivation in EIAT:

The Regent’s motivation in the books is not only about continuing his abuse of Laurent, although that is definitely his primary goal; he also garners personal satisfaction from Damen being subjected to slavery. He is asserting a hierarchy as he sees it, is demonstrating his self-perceived power and superiority, and is putting a supposed ‘rightful heir’ in his place. That is what I have attempted to maintain in EIAT, and that is why the primary ‘use’ he tries to put Damen to is performance/entertainment. The Regent’s motivations, the ones external to Laurent, are maintained in EIAT – the playbook is slightly different, the available pawns assembled from elsewhere, but ultimately the plan and the abuse it enables are still coming from the same man.

“You’re a man,” the Regent tells Damen as he invites him to stand. Men don’t kneel; slaves do. Men don’t sexually submit; slaves do. Men are Kings; slaves are not. This is the motivation for the Regent, fuelled by his own insecurity of position and need to assert his fragile control by actively weakening those who are stronger than him.

I haven't even touched on Kastor and Jokaste! And there is so much more I could say about how Laurent's trauma plays out in his treatment of Damen beyond just Captive Prince -- everything he does, all weighted by his internal struggle between the blame he lays on Damen and the feelings he is developing for him. And don't even get me started on the theme I mentioned above: power and control, and willingly giving them up as an ultimate display of trust and love. Then there's the conversation they actually have about slavery in Kings Rising -- soooooo many layers in that exchange alone. But, I've probably said enough for now! I hope it was interesting, and a bit of insight into how I read the original text and what I've drawn from it to build certain parts of EIAT.

Thank you so much for this question! It certainly gave me something to focus on, and it was super fun to get the opportunity to write it all out ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[erogenousmind]

Nothing

When David woke in the morning, Kim had already been awake for a while. She lay on her back next to him, still naked from the night before. And she was staring directly up at the ceiling, unblinking. Her face was expressionless.

Concerned, David rolled on to his side toward her and placed a hand affectionately on her arm. “Morning, babe. Everything alright? Did you sleep okay?”

Kim responded, her eyes still focused above them. “Something changed last night. You did something. It worked too well. Or it finally worked well enough. But it’s gone now. There’s nothing left...”

David’s eyes widened. His lover’s ominous response had him immediately turning his mind back to the previous night. He had done something? What had he done? Was she okay?

The events of the previous night were crystal clear in Kim’s mind as she had been going over them again and again since she woke up. To a point they were clear at least. There was a blankness at some point of which she was fully aware, although it didn’t really concern her.

They had been better rested and had more free time in their evening than they were used to. And even more importantly, they knew they weren’t needed for anything the next morning. So David and Kim had done what they often did when time and energy allowed.

David could remember clearly the look of Kim, naked save for a single piece of lingerie, on her knees at the foot of their bed. He remembered how beautiful she looked. He remembered the intensity of her stare.

Kim remembered the watch, the way it swung. She remembered the way it became difficult for her eyes to focus and how she would be distracted for a moment catching his eyes behind the watch, captivating her almost as much as it did.

David remembered how sexy her moans were. The surrender in her voice as she accepted every suggestion he gave her. He remembered the way her thighs started to drift apart as she sank deeper and the way her hand wandered along her skin as he reminded her how much pleasure she received from pleasing him. He remembered how wet she was when he finally took her.

Kim remembered his words. Remembered herself repeating them. Remembered being made to describe how her will was being broken by the hypnotic power he had over her:

“I can’t resist you.”

“You control my mind and body.”

“I need to obey you.”

“My thoughts belong to you.”

“Giving in gives me pleasure.”

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“I must obey.”

She had been cycling through those mantras since she woke up this morning. Trying to understand what they had done. Feeling them sink deeper into her mind. Remembering the pleasure she felt at his command as she spoke them. The memory of them was starting to affect her again. She could feel the heat rising from between her legs.

“Kim...” David spoke, breaking her reverie. He studied her expression intently. The recollection of how their night had ended gave him confidence that she was alright. That she was his.

“You...broke something last night.” Kim wasn’t sure how else to describe it. “I’ve gone so deep for you before but something happened. Maybe it all just added up over time or maybe it was how good it felt to submit or the light reflecting off the watch or the pleasure I felt while you programmed me or... It’s gone. My resistance is just gone. I’m yours.”

“Gone?” David asked. He began running his hand up and down Kim’s side and she had to stifle a moan.

“We’ve played at me not being able to fight, not being able to resist you. But it always felt like I was making the decision to give in. That the little voice that watches over me even when I give myself to you is ready to step in. But she’s gone now. Dissolved into whatever happened last night. You can make me do anything. Make me be anything. I couldn’t even put up a token resistance. All I can do is obey.” The more she spoke, the more it excited Kim and the effect on her voice was obvious. That in turn started exciting David more.

“And you’re just going to let me know this. That I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want and all you can do is eagerly comply with my every wish?” David was a mix of incredulous and teasing. The idea of her being completely at his mercy had excited them both during many an evening together.

“I trust you. And I’d rather you find out now than let it surprise you. You should know what you can do to me now. I’m completely yours after all. It wouldn’t do to keep secrets from my owner.”

David started to laugh when he realized Kim’s face was still completely deadpan. He froze for a moment, thinking. She was his now. Totally and completely his. He looked at her, considered how beautiful she was. David came to a decision.

“Alright then. We should get started.” He said, solemnly.

For the first time since David had woken, Kim seemed to snap out of her fugue. She looks over at him, a quizzical look on her face. “Get started? With what?”

“If you are going to be mine, we’ll want you to be perfect for me. I’ll need to train you to be my perfect hypnotized slave. Make sure you can serve me exactly how you always dreamed you could. I’ll need to start making changes to how you think, how you respond to me, what you like, what excites you...”

“O..okay...” Kim stammered. David fixed her with a stern look. Kim struggled under his gaze, feeling the power of her new owner’s eyes. “Y...Yes...Sir?” she tried again.

David nodded. “Very good. Now show me how impossible it is for you to resist me. Feel my voice taking over your thoughts. Feel it pulling you down into trance. Feel you will dissolving away. Feel how eager you are to drop and be trained to serve.”

“Yeesssssir.” Kim was staring into his eyes still. She could feel his words taking effect. She noticed the conspicuous absence of that voice in her head that would let her know if it was alright to drop. There was only obedience. Nothing else was left.

“In a moment I am going to command you to drop into a deep hypnotic sleep, and you know that all you need is that one word for me and you will have no choice but to instantly obey. And that will feel so good and so powerful when a single word from your owner is enough to entrance you completely. To leave you blank and mindless and eager to be brainwashed. And it will feel so good to be so deeply controlled, won’t it, slave?”

Kim shuddered in anticipation. Her voice was faint, already losing herself to his words, but it dripped with arousal. “Yes, Master...”

“Sleep”

And then, there was nothing for Kim but obedience.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Locker Room Sex

Shuri x f!reader Basketball player

A/n: hi everyone! Are you also shocked I didn’t write one story and dip for another 6 months?😂 couldn’t leave you guys hanging after the last smut-less shuri story. Also I’ve heard the cries over the professor series I promise I’m thinking abt it and gonna try writing smthn soon! I’m just in my Shuri era y’know what I mean😩😫anyways, enjoy! Submit requests if u feel like it.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ oral fingering and Shuri being a fine ass mf

Word count: 2102

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“y/n what are you doing?” Your Coach asks as he sees you pulling folding chairs out onto the court.

“Just getting some shots up, coach.”

“Y/n, I think you can afford to take the rest of the night off after that game. 25 points in 28 minutes is not exactly an easy thing to accomplish.”

You let a small chuckle come out under your breath, “Gotta make it 28 in 28 next time coach, only one way to get there.”

He smiled at you, waving his clipboard in the air as he walked towards the door. “You know the drill, don’t forget to lock up when you’re done.”

“Sure thing.”

The gym cleared out pretty quickly after the game and before you knew it, it was just you, the ball and some blaring music. You can’t work out in silence obviously. You start practising your dribble combos around the chairs with clean finishes down in the paint. Spinning off the “defender” for the quick pull up fade away middy getting banked in. Putting in the late hours wasn’t new for you, you pretty much lived for the sport and when you weren’t eating or sleeping you were playing basketball. You didn’t get too deep into your practice when you saw one of the gym doors open and a familiar face walked through the door.

Fuck– you thought to yourself.

She is the most effortlessly attractive person you have ever met…well…seen? I guess “met” is a stretch. You technically have never really talked to her, there was that one time when you briefly interacted in a class but you were fairly certain she did not know who you were. You, of course, knew who she was. You had been crushing on Shuri for quite some time now and no of course you never have worked up the courage to talk to her. She was wearing this purple-y blue tracksuit that just looked insanely good on her with some of the cleanest sneakers you’ve ever seen.

“Sick game 8.”

You glanced up from the ball you were holding and made eye contact with her as she had the most devious but sexy looking smirk on her face. Her chin held high as she complimented you basically causing you to freak out on the inside like a little school girl and she didn’t even know it.

“Thanks” You reply, trying your hardest not to sound like you were absolutely losing it.

“25 points is pretty crazy.”

You feel your cheeks flush, “yeah, aha”

She knows your stats from the game?

“You gotta work on that footwork in the paint though, the bigs will just eat that shit up if you don’t know how to work around them.”

“Oh is that so?” You reply. Where the fuck did that come from? Oh is that so? WHAT? Tell me why I thought that was the right response to that?

I guess we’re committing to this random burst of confidence I got now.

Shuri’s eyebrows raise at your comment with a small smile creeping across her face.

“Hit me.” she says as her hands raise up motioning for you to pass her the ball.

“Look, you gotta attack the paint here just like you were but instead of going for the layup and getting blocked every time you gotta stop, plant two feet fake jab right, turn left, sweep and shoot.” She says as she demonstrates footwork that is honestly cleaner than what more than half of your team can do.

You look at her with slight shock and try not to be absolutely obvious about it but clearly you weren’t hiding it well enough based on her reaction.

“Didn’t expect that?” She says with a laugh, “your turn,” she tosses you the ball.

On the first try you manage to pull off the same move with ease.

“Okay, okay, I see you Y/L/N.”

What– so she does know who you are?

Honestly hearing her say your name even if it's just your last name was making you feel all sorts of things.

“How about we see how you do with some actual pressure now hm?” She says as she positions herself just in front of the net ready to play defence on you.

You drive to the net about to pull the same move that she of course easily predicted, resulting in you being blocked and kind of embarrassed.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that 8. Pulling my own move on me? C’mon.”

You feel your cheeks getting rosey again and your heart is racing and it is definitely not because you were working up a sweat playing basketball. She had you feeling unbelievably flustered as she made direct eye contact with you as her hands were up reading to guard you and whatever move you chose to pull off. You start your dribble, staring her down as she smiles back at you, making you unbelievably nervous. You start to run towards her, hit her with the hesitation that she did not fall for, faked right, euro stepped around her and laid the bucket up and in.

A smile crosses your face as her brow furrows.

“Okay, okay, so she got moves I guess. We goin’ again?” She said ready for you to check the ball.

After about 45 minutes you were starting to feel a little wiped.

“I gotta hand it to you 8, I didn’t think you had it in you but damn you play a mean game.”

You just sort of chuckle as you take down the last gulp of water in your bottle.

“Man I gotta get out of these clothes, could you point me in the direction of the change room? I got an extra outfit in my bag.”

“Yeah, I can show you I gotta bring the balls back anyways.”

You and Shuri walked to the changeroom, and it’s definitely safe to say that the two of you were border line friends now after that entire experience.

When you get into the change room, you head to the sink to wash your hands from the filth that are the school's basketballs and as you look up in the mirror you catch a glimpse of Shuri taking her shirt off in the reflection of the mirror. You quickly look back down at your hands and act like you did just see her toned abs and arms. All that time spent together made you forget for just a moment how nervous she makes you.

“Ah shit—“ you hear muttered from behind you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah I uh I just thought I had an extra shirt but I only have pants.” She says

You turn around to face her as your eyes quickly dart to the floor as she’s standing there in pants and a bra. “I uh— I have an extra clean hoodie if you want to borrow it?”

“Man really? That would be great thanks.”

“Cool, I’ll just um grab that.” You say as you start walking to the area of the change room with the player lockers.

You start rummaging through everything in your locker and finally find the hoodie, when you turn around Shuri is standing right behind you, still with no top on and your eyes didn’t know where to go but you could feel her staring at you.

“Here” You say holding the hoodie up practically right in front of your face.

You hear a small chuckle from behind the hoodie as her hand comes over the top pulling it down so she can look at you. Your eyes trail up her body to lock on her face that's looking down at you. She takes a step forward backing you up against the locker, your heart is racing unbelievably fast.

“Do I make you nervous y/n?” She says slowly under her breath.

Your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. The smile on her face grew when she realised how tense you looked.

“Relax love, there’s no need to look so stressed out.” Her hand slowly comes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers trail along your jawline until they reach your chin giving it a soft tug, tilting your face up towards hers. “May I?” Shuri whispers.

Your head was nodding before you even processed what she said and before you knew it her soft lips connected with yours as her hand made its way to behind your head, fingers running through your hair.

Nothing has ever felt so natural before, her lips fit perfectly in yours. You could tell from the kiss alone she had much more confidence and experience than you did. Your hands didn’t even know where to go while hers went everywhere they wanted to.

You felt her hands slowly go under the hem of your shirt and the skin on skin contact made you let out a small whimper. You’ve never experienced anything like this before and her touch alone was enough to make you pool in your underwear.

She bends over slightly grabbing you on each of your thighs and pulling you up against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her torso as she continues to kiss you again. Her hands gripped your ass as the two of you passionately made out, fuck you wanted her so bad. You want her to kiss and touch every inch of your body and make you beg for so much more.

With your legs still wrapped around her, Shuri walks you over to one of the benches, and gently lays you down on your back. Her chain is practically resting on your throat as she hovers over you, only inches apart. Her lips start kissing your neck, leaving a trail, making sure to go as slowly as possible just to see you squirm beneath her. She kept kissing a soft spot just above your collarbone causing shivers to shoot down your back. You could barely sit still and you just knew she was going to make you beg for it.

“S-Shuri please.” You whisper.

Her demanding eyes looked up at you, undressing you in her head with a smirk across her face.

“I do like hearing you beg for it but you’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.” She says as her fingers dig into the band of your shorts, pulling them off you. She starts leaving small kisses on the inside of your thighs, taking her time, making sure that you were brought as close to the edge as possible without giving you the touch you craved the most. You could feel her breath on you causing your head to tilt back and your eyes to flutter.

She laid soft kisses on your pussy causing your breath to hitch. Your lack of experience meant you had no idea what anything was going to feel like.

Her tongue gently pushed between your folds causing your entire body to tense and relax which you could hear her smile over as she went down on you. Shuri painted circles over your clit starting slowly and gradually increasing in speed and pressure. She could tell how excited you were getting which caused her to pull back ever so slightly. You didn’t realise how amazing the touch of her tongue felt until it was gone.

Her tongue was replaced with one of her long fingers which steadily entered you soon after.

“F-fuck.” you groan.

“That feel good princess?”

You slowly nod your head letting out tiny moans as she puts in another finger and gives them a slight curl to hit your G-spot. Her tongue starts running along your clit, God, it felt like she was spelling out the entire alphabet in swift movements.

Your core began to tighten as her pace increased. Your one hand is clenched onto the back of the bench while your other has her head in hand. You gripped her tightly pushing her face deeper into your pussy as your heart continued to race.

“S-Shuri– I am so close.” You manage to get out just before you let out a loud moan and your back arches up off the seat.

Her pace slows as you come down from the most sensational high you’ve ever felt.

As you catch your breath, she comes up to you and gives you a kiss where you taste yourself on her lips.

She pulls away only inches from your face with a smile, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“Me too” You say softly.

– The End –

[sumire-no-nikki]

Hardy Days

January is a month that takes some time to break into like brand new shoes. It always feels longer than it is. It has been a while since I’ve been online properly though for the best reasons. My days have been full. My desk succumbs to entropy just as soon as I’ve tidied it up, my planner is abundant with marks, overflowing with tasks in constant flux. But that just means my hours are well consumed. My days feel very lived in and I’m endlessly thankful for that.

It hasn’t been all work though! I managed to read 4 books so far this month, two of which I would like to mention here. The first book I read is Before We Say Goodbye, which is the fourth book in the Before the Coffee Gets Cold Series by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. I think the fourth one is my favorite so far, if not a close second to the first book. This one made me cry so hard it felt like a cardio exercise haha. The fifth book hasn’t been translated yet and I’m too impatient so I went ahead and started it in Japanese. I was just telling a pal how much comfier it is in the original language. I think I will reread the previous books in Japanese as well once I can get ahold of it from Kinokuniya. I’m so excited!

Another book I finished recently is Voices of the Dead by Ambrose Parry. It’s a historical fiction medical/crime novel set in Victorian Edinburgh. It also has hints of angsty romance between the two main characters, and if you know me at all, you know angst is my fuel, my reason for being lmao. But on top of the already very attractive premise, I must say the pervasive question of “am I what I come from or am I what I can become” throughout all the books is such a robust subject that I can never get enough of. I really enjoyed it! Ah, but now I’ve got to wait for the next book (if there is one). I’m pretty hopeful because the ending was set up for a continuation for sure, but you never know. Also, can I just complain about something extremely petty? Why is the fourth book’s spine different from the rest of the series? It’s from the same publisher, the same font is used. But why is the symbol not the same size as the other volumes’ symbols? WHY. Why would they make it not line up properly like that? I’m losing my mind!!

Now, I’m not one for redecorating just because it’s a new year, but I did change up my vinyl corner by switching out the old art with two posters in matching red—one from a Mitski concert way back in 2017, and one poster of Billie Marten’s 2023 album. Two very different eras of my life coming together. Quite poetic now that I think about it.

While on the subject of music, I’ve had Marika Hackman’s new album “Big Sigh” on repeat since it came out. Oh my god it’s so so good. I remember thinking when I first heard it, god, this is like having my guts pulled out of me. The lyrics are so raw I felt like my chest was going to cave in. Even the music conveys such angst and self-sabotage. The one song that struck me the most is the penultimate song called “Please Don’t Be So Kind.” That one really spoke to me. I love it so much I figured out the guitar chords by ear because I badly wanted to play it. (It’s just three chords in slightly different arrangements throughout the song: C/G-D/A-Em7/B. Half-step up tuning or more conveniently with capo on the 1st fret). I haven’t stopped thinking about the album and I don’t think I will ever stop doing so. I feel that my life is made richer by having listened to this body of work. Even though it’s rather depressing, I actually relish that about it. I think I’m at an age now where I can clearly see my emotion outside my body. It’s a place I can visit as I please. I can work through my feelings and then when I’ve done my best with it, I can leave it be. I can experience things as deeply as I want to while having the confidence that I won’t lose myself in it. It’s a very freeing sense of clarity.

Also, this is from a while back now but I got the newest volume of the coffee magazine I’m subscribed to and the coffee sampler they sent for the quarter is stellar. It tasted of peach and orange, it was insane. The sampler had enough for only two espresso double shots but it made such an impact I just have to note it down here. The roaster, A Matter of Concrete, is based in Rotterdam. I might have to pop in there to try more of their coffee one of these days. Oh, but this reminds me that my grinders are due for a cleaning. Right, I’ll have to do that sometime tomorrow. And I’m not looking forward to it because I’m always anxious I’ll fuck up the burrs or put the grinders back all wrong. Also, looking at this photo, I have to polish my espresso machine, don’t I? Oops.

What else have I been up to? I’ve recently reconnected with my best friend from my undergraduate days and it has been such a blessing. We didn’t have a fight or anything. We just drifted apart because I moved away for my MA and they went back home for a job offer. But they reached out to let me know they’ll be moving to Europe to start a second degree and a career change!! Which means we will be able to see each other again!! Oh, I’m looking forward to that so much I’m counting the days. I have such fond memories of them I can’t wait to bear hug the hell out of them haha.

I also finally decided to finish a writing project I have left alone to stew in its own unfinished mess for far too long lol. I forced myself to churn as much words as I could, and then the arduous task of negotiating what to keep, what to expand and what to cut came soon after. I’ve since finished it and I’m relieved to have concluded that story. I’m quite satisfied with the arc. It felt like a good study of how I write, what I want from a story and how I can achieve it. Writing is a process of self discovery and I’m always overwhelmed by that feeling when it’s happening in real time. Like you feel minute parts of yourself shifting into new positions, light shed in previously dark corners. It’s overwhelming and terrifying, yet tranquil and natural at the same time. I look forward to whatever I’ll find in the next writing project.

Anyway, I’m off to do a bit of translation work. It has been quite an eventful Friday for me over here, and my weekend is looking like it will be just as busy. How has your January been? I hope you’ve been taking good care of yourself. I leave you with a song by This Is The Kit called “Inside Outside.” It has a groovy bass line that I enjoy playing and straight up just vibing to. I recommend the album it's from if you’re in the market for something new to listen to.

That’s all for now. Until next time!

[lucy90712]

Pedri- Hurt

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests.

wc: 1900+

Playing football professionally is great especially when you are at the top of your game but it's also a lot of pressure as you have to stay in peak physical condition and perform every match. I have been very lucky with these things so far as I haven't really had any big injuries and have managed to work hard and work my way to the Barcelona womens team. To start with it was incredibly stressful and I was just really overwhelmed but then I met my boyfriend Pedri and he really helped me become more confident in my ability and I've not looked back since.

With Pedri also being part of Barcelona we often get to go to training together but usually we aren't able to watch each other play as our matches are at different times and in different places but this weekend our schedules aligned and so Pedri is coming with me to my match. Knowing that he's going to be there has had me even more motivated than usual in training as I love to show him what I can do even though he already knows. When we go to each other's matches we are allowed to travel together as we are both part of the team which I love as I really hate flying so having someone to distract me helps. Pedri is really good at distracting me in general as before a match he will have me laughing instead of sitting in a corner panicking which is quite a feat as usually no one can stop my pre match panic.

Luckily this match wasn't too far so the flight wasn't too long but I still spent the entirety of the flight cuddled up to Pedri while we watched part of a movie. We watched the rest of the movie while on the bus from the airport which is normally when I start to get nervous but today I was still quite relaxed and that's all because I had Pedri with me. Once we had arrived there was still quite a while before the game so we had a lot of time to kill which pretty much always means just laying down together as it's relaxing and means we aren't doing anything that uses too much energy. To keep my brain focused on something other than the match Pedri put on our favourite show as he knows that I'll pay attention to that.

After doing nothing for a few hours it was time for us to head to the stadium but first I had to do my hair as I always find it hard to do when I'm nervous as my hands just don't want to work. I had already changed into the clothes we are supposed to wear into the stadium and was standing in front of the full length mirror trying to braid my hair as that's how I usually wear it during a match. Usually I'm very good at doing my hair as I've been doing it for years but for some reason I was really struggling to get it right today. Pedri watched me do the same part over and over again until he had clearly had enough as he got up and stopped me doing my hair before taking over. I just watched him in awe as I didn't think he would be any good at hair but he did it better than I do sometimes. Once he was done we headed down but along the way I had to ask how he knew what to do and he just told me that he's watched me enough that's he's learnt.

When we reached the stadium Pedri had to leave but I knew I'd get to see him before I go out on the pitch which made me feel a bit better. Like usual we did a warm up as a team before properly getting ready which is when my nerves really started to kick in and I took myself off to a corner like usual to try and calm down. My methods didn't work too well but eventually we left the locker room and Pedri was waiting for me right outside so I went straight over to him and he pulled me into a hug. He held on for a little while before pulling away and letting his hands on my cheeks to get me to look in his eyes.

"You got this love go show them what you're made of" he said

"I will" I replied smiling

"Go on I'll be cheering for you in the stands" he said giving me one last kiss and then left to go and sit down

We got out onto the pitch and before I knew it the game had started but I quickly got into the game and was completely focused on looking for space to run into or who to pass to. My methods seem to work pretty well usually and today they seem to be doing the same as after 20 minutes I got the ball and ended up running all the way to the goal and scoring. When I scored I searched for Pedri in the crowd and when I noticed him he was smiling ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up which filled me with even more motivation. Just after half time it happened again there was a whole lot going on but I got given the ball and had no one else to pass it to so I just went for it and the ball went right past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. This time I decided to do Pedri's usual celebration seeing as he was watching and plus it will give people something to talk about after the game.

Things were going well after I scored as I got the ball again and was making a run but then I was tackled and the other player completely missed the ball hitting my ankle instead. I heard a pop followed my a sharp pain going from my heel all the way up my leg. Right away I knew it was something serious as I've never felt so much pain in my life especially when I tried to move my ankle it was excruciating. I hate crying about injuries while on the pitch but this time I couldn't help it but I covered my face instead so now one could see. The medics were quickly by my side and asking me where my pain was and trying to assess me. They quickly worked out that I was not going to be able to continue so they helped me get up and walk off the pitch and straight down the tunnel to the physio room so I could have my injury assessed to know the extent of it.

I was laying there on my own for a while until I heard the door open so I looked up to see that it was Pedri not the physio. I tried to offer him a smile but I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn't actually happy and really was in a lot of pain. He came and stood by my side taking hold of my hand and rubbing it gently while he leant down to give me a kiss. With both of us being footballers he knows exactly what it's like to be injured and be worrying about if and when you'll be able to play again so he didn't bother asking me if I was alright because he knew the answer would be no. Instead he just sat by my side and had the game on his phone so I could still see what was going on which I appreciated as it distracted me for the pain.

Eventually the physio came in and did all the usual checks on my ankle as well as some other things before telling me that I'd been very lucky as I'd had a few tears in different muscles but my achilles tendon was ok so my recovery will likely be a few weeks instead of a few months. As much as it was nice to know that my injury wasn't as bad as it could be it didn't make the pain I'm feeling right now any better which is what was taking over most of my thoughts. Sadly the physio didn't do anything other than strap my foot up and give me some crutches so as soon as they left I tried to get up so that me and Pedri could go and get some painkillers.

Just as I was about to grab my crutches Pedri stopped me and instead picked me up bridal style so that I didn't have to walk at all. He first carried me to the locker room so I could get my things and see my team as the match was over now and we had won 2-1. When everyone was ready to go he carried me to the bus which was taking us back to the hotel so we could then go back to the airport and fly back home. Once we reached the hotel Pedri left me to pack while he ran and got some painkillers for me so that I could be at least a little more comfortable on the flight back. The entire flight and then drive back home Pedri kept checking that I was ok and if I needed anything and even when I said that I was fine he still melt an eye in me to make sure I wasn't lying.

When we finally got back home I was exhausted but there was still so many things I had to do before going to bed I mean I didn't even shower after the game so that's definitely top of my priority list. Once we got inside I finally got hold of my crutches and used them to make my way up the stairs to the bathroom which was difficult but I eventually made it only for Pedri to join me in less than a second and rush past me to turn the shower on for me. He helped me get ready and then left me to shower by myself but when I came out he had set clothes out ready for me which made me smile as it was some shorts and one of his hoodies which he wore the other day so I knew it would smell like him.

Once I had changed Pedri came back in the room with some food for the both of us which we ate in bed while watching my favourite film which I have seen a million times but I still love watching. After eating Pedri took the plates back to the kitchen but quickly came back and got into bed with me pulling me close to him straight away so naturally I rested my head on his chest so that I could listen to his heartbeat as I find it calming. We laid there in silence as he stroked my hair and I listened to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat for a while before I began to drift off to sleep so Pedri kissed my cheek and started to whisper in my ear.

“Goodnight my love” he whispered

“Goodnight oh and thank you for taking care of me” I whispered back

“No need to thank me I’ll be taking care of you until you are ready to get back to training anyway” he said

“Thank you” I said just loud enough for him to hear before I let sleep consume me  

[fivepointpalettes]

Pallets like this v

With long names and such!

My sincerest apologies for how long it took to compile this list. I tried to pick out the ones which were either significantly longer, or were... particular, one way or another, for lack of a better word. I tried to avoid song lyrics and such, but with some of them I couldn't help myself. 

Hope you find these sufficient! 

Looking through my older posts, this type of longer caption was a relatively recent development, but I nonetheless tried to pick ones that might work for you! I originally tried to sort them by topic, but there were so many... you can probably guess the point at which I have given up. I’m sorry. There were just so many. 

Sorry I didn’t Realize People Like You Have Feelings 

She Was A Girl He Was A Traffic Cone 

You Must Have Real Self Confidence Mortal To Attempt Flirting With Something All Holy 

Just Friends But We Kiss Sometimes 

Let Your Tender Hands Rip Me Apart 

Let Me Be Your Unreliable Narrator, Baby! 

Focus On Me (Ignore The Blood) 

I See You Everywhere See You Everywhere See You Everywhere 

Prove That You Love Me And Reanimate Me 

Stand Still As The Darkness Grows Roots In Your Mind 

The Lack Of Self Esteem I’ve Felt Since I Learned How To Read Or Write 

Not Great With People But Pretty Good With Milk 

Lost In Your Eyes Never To Be Found 

I Saw The End Of The World In Your Eyes 

I Touch You And My Hands Burn My Hands Burn My Hands Burn (What Have You Done) 

What Are You Doing In My House / Now Now I Don’t Usually Make It A Habit To - Stop Yelling - Break Into People’s Homes But As You Can See Sometimes I Do 

Well First Of All I Am Positive What You Did Is A Criminal Offense / And Second Of All Why Didn’t You Invite Me 

Once Again I Am Forced To Ask What In The World Did You Bring Into Our Home / What Do You Mean What Did I Bring It’s Very Clearly A Radioactive Waste Barrel Don’t Pretend You Don’t Know That 

What’s A Little Murder Between Friends 

Hey Quick Question Are We Really About To Commit Arson? 

Does This Taste Expired To You Too? 

It’s Even Smaller On The Inside If You Can Believe That 

Only One Thing In This Room Is Edible And Good Luck Figuring Out Which One It Is 

Your House Has No Anomalies But I’m Reporting You For Bad Taste In Art 

I Think I Know What A Rat Looks Like 

How Many Rains Will It Take Before The Ceiling Starts Leaking 

I’m Sorry I Chewed Through Your Walls But You Must Understand I’m Calcium Deficient 

Please Be Mindful Of The Evil Yoghurt Demon In The Freezer 

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub 

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Again 

This Is The Third Time Someone Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Who Keeps Doing This Please Stop 

Of All The Things You Could Be Doing Why Are You Romancing Soda Cans 

Soda Cans Are Great I Love Accidentally Spilling Liquid On Myself 

It’s Not A Good Cake But It’s Not A Bad Cake Either (As Still It Is Cake) 

Scallops Reside Where My Brain Should Be 

Date A Girl Who’s Secretly A 20 Meter Long Man-Eating Centipede 

Being In Love And How It Sucks Sometimes 

Wish We Could Go Out For Coffee But You Hate Me And I Hate Coffee 

Do You Remember When You Told Me That You Love Me When You Told Me That You Love Me When You Told Me That You 

I Loved You I Did So How Did We End Up Like This 

This Will Hurt You More Than It’ll Hurt Me - And That’s Okay! 

I Need You To Understand That I Really Do Want What’s Best For You - And That Simply Isn’t Me 

Father I Do Not Wish To Consume The Cough Syrup 

The Doctor Tried To Check My Heartbeat Only To Find Out I Don’t Have One 

American Girls Scare Me 

I’m Always At Least A Little Bit Scared Hopeless And Frustrated 

The Annoying Whisper In The Back Of Your Head 

The Shadow Out The Corner Of Your Eye 

Can You Help Me Find What’s Wrong With Me 

Too Old To Die Young And Too Young To Just Die 

Plunge Head-First Into A Worldwide Panic Attack 

Unexplainable Excruciating Pain That Started Suddenly And Will Never Go Away 

Wasting Your Life Feeling Like An Underperforming Tool In Someone Else’s Hands 

An Unhealthy Relationship With One’s Own Identity 

Men Like Us Aren’t Supposed To Feel These Things 

Men Like Us Die Alone Because We Think We Deserve It 

My Body Is A Craft Store 

My Lungs Are Full Of Ink 

The Tall Faceless Lad Out The Corner Of My Eye Who Watches Me Sleep While Pointing At The Door 

Peeling An Apple Just To Eat The Skin 

Biting Into A Rubber Ball Like An Apple While Maintaining Full Eye Contact 

For Sale A Set Of Gold Teeth Never Used 

I’m Just A Normal Functioning Member Of The Human Race And There Is No Way Anyone Can Prove Otherwise 

Visual Representation Of The Sound A Rainbow Makes 

The Man Whose Hands Are Always Covered In Melted Butter 

The Girl In A Blue Dress That Lives In Every Village Ever 

The Boy With A Mouthful Of Chalk 

I’m A Weirdo Who Likes To Eat Chalk 

The Magical Princess’s Strawberry-Scented Battle Axe Of Infinite Bloodshed 

Although You Are Yeay Smsll And Your Kind Have Existed In The Universe For Only A Shore Tihe You Are An Inportant Part Of Sohething Yery Large And Very Bcavtiful 

A Friend Is Someone Who Belieuse In Gon Euen When Gon'ue Ceased To Belieue In Gonrseif 

How To Completely Disapp8ar Be Found And Never 

Your Smile Toasty As Yarm As Spiver 

My Face When Face When My F When Facle The Fwhen Thface Mey Face Face When My 

The Breathing Part Of Who Knew By The Correspondents 

Can You Imagine If Los Angeles Was A Real City 

Tower Cranes Are My Favourite Animal 

When I Was A Small Child I Held An Iguana Once 

Ed Sheeran Is My Enemy He Looks Like A Hot Dog 

I Hate Citations Why Can’t You Just Trust Me 

A Classmate Of Mine Once Borrowed One Of My Pens And Then Decided It Was Such A Good Pen He’s Just Gonna Keep It 

Sconce Doesn’t Sound Like A Word To Me But It Is One 

Spells Mom With An O To Confuse People Trying To Guess My Nationality 

The Parasocial Relationship I Have Formed With The Duolingo Cast 

Sorry That Your Rant About How The Game I Like Ruined The Whole Series Forever Didn’t Make Me Like It Any Less 

For The Longest Time I Was Convinced That Pocky Was A Wooden Stick Covered In Chocolate And People Were Eating It Purely For The Anime Aesthetic 

My Girlfriend Said I Eat Corn Weird Which Now That I Think About It Would Explain Why I’m Consistently Covered In Butter 

Wishing To Rant About Fanfiction But Not Wanting To Show How Much Of A Nerd You Secretely Are 

The Eye Lips Eye Emoji Face Fills Me With Unbridled Rage 

When I Was A Child I Was Afraid Of Eating Mars Bars / Because I Thought They Had Fish Food In Them 

The Frankly Terrifying Clip Art I Found When I Googled Champignons 

Doctors Say You Need A Consistent Amount Of Sleep To Be Healthy So I Consistently Sleep For 4 Hours A Night 

Whether You Qualify As A Beach Or Not Depends On The Amount Of Sand You Have Consumed In A Lifetime 

Only The Floor Candy Can Sustain Me 

I Am Irrationally Afraid Of Paper And Plastic 

Tainted Love But The Clapping Is Replaced With The Law & Order Sound Effect 

Softer Cleaner And Fresher Clothes For The Low Cost Of Your Firstborn Child 

What Will It Take For You To Give Up Your Humanity And Become One With The Night 

The Price Of Wisdom Is Bad Grammar 

The Eternal Dance Set To The Sweet Melody Of My Out-Of-Tune Guitar 

Been Hiding From Myself Since The Last Time I Died 

Don’t Aspire To Be Average You Can Go So Much Lower 

My Heart Was Stolen By A Blue-Haired Angel With Piercing Eyes And A Penchant For Singing 

Lonely Sewer Cryptid Looking For Love 

With All Due Respect Sir This Is A Plum 

You Call It Birth I Call It Escapism 

Falling In Reverse Just Means Getting Up 

The Privilege Of Being Born Somebody Else 

The Act Of Balancing A Bottle Of Juice On Your Head 

My Favourite Ride In The Theme Park Is A Bench 

They Stole My Blood Today 

Me And My Lungs Love You 

On The Outside I May Look Like A Regular Man But On The Inside I’m A Japanese Spider Crab 

My Head Is Full Of Froyo 

Seychelles Flag But The Colours Are Out Of Order And Now Also Inverted 

Slam-Dunking A Toaster 

Chugging A Bottle Of Body Wash 

Grandma Stop Touching The Stove \ No Need To Confirm It’s Not On 

I Found God Inside An Apple Core 

Some Days I’m Afraid I Will Cut My Eyes By The Sight Of Glass Shards 

Look At Her Go Biting Everyone Who Comes Near Her Like A Champ 

I Apologize If You Found Finding This Place Difficult But You Must Understand I Am Currently Evading Detection And Arrest For Crimes Undisclosed 

God’s Gift To Women (Promptly Returned) 

Getting Hunted For Sport With Your Good Friend Bates 

So Good At Sleeping I Could Do It With My Eyes Closed 

Your Teeth (Hand Them Over) 

An Overemotional State Projected Upon The Unsuspecting Public 

What If You Could Glow In The Dark 

You’re As Beautiful As The Light Reflecting Off The Teeth Of The Moon 

Why Are You Sleeping In The Algae Pond 

Write Your Love In The Blood Coursing Through My Veins 

Please Relieve Me Of The Dreams Plaguing My Every Waking Moment 

And If You Thought It Was A Threat It Might Have Been 

Find Yourself In The Patterns On The Wall 

The Horrifying Ordeal Of Having Loud Neighbours 

Putting On A Show To Seem Alive / When I Don’t Feel Alive 

Time Has Stopped Passing A Long Time Ago 

Once Again A Cold Rainy Winter Gives Way To A Cold Rainy Spring 

Here’s Cheers To The Man Who Stole My Heart Away 

Please Stop Eating Bugs It’s Weird 

You Made Me The Villain Of Your Story Darling Now Own Up To It Won’t You 

If Someone Tries To Shoot You Simply Tell The Bullet To Leave You Alone 

She Drowned Jupiter In Her Martini Glass 

The Sort Of Love You Only Feel When Drunk 

It’s Past My Bedtime And I’m Thinking Of You 

Say The Apples Seem Strange This Year 

The Man Who Looked At Me So Sweetly In Soft Flavours Of Deep Beige 

Oh Baby Don’t You Know Our Sort Is Locked Out Of Heaven 

There’s No ‘You’ In 'My Cup Of Tea' 

You Have To Stop Making So Many Enemies 

Now We’re Cooking With Lasers 

Middle Of The Night Yet You’re Wide Awake Thinking About Waluigi 

You Have This Power Inside And It’s Frightening 

You And Me And The Aquarium Between Us 

I Don’t Know What This Is But It’s Not An Avocado 

Wish Me Luck Honey (I Couldn’t Ask For More) 

All The Things You Did Before You Did Them 

You Ought To Stop Eating Spiders It’s Creeping The Guests Out 

It Sure Is Wet In Here I’ll Tell You What 

I’ve Been Chugging Poison Waiting For The Day You Inevitably Take Me Up On My Offer And Take A Proper Bite Out Of Me 

Keep All Body Parts On The Inside Of The Vehicle At All Times As Failure To Comply May Result In Having Them Unwillingly Removed 

Drowning In A Coffee Cup (What An Awful Way To Go) 

Do The Trees Bite Where You’re From 

My Overconfidence Is Astounding And It’s A Surprise I’ve Never Been Killed 

I Understand Where You’re Coming From But Where Did You Get The Gun 

Have You Found Yourself Or Your Loved Ones Suffering From A Case Of Empty Eyes 

We Wouldn’t Be Here If SOMEONE Didn’t Spill Ketchup On The Sheets 

Tastes Like Hot Sugar On A Sharp Knife 

As You Can Tell By The Yellow Filter We Just Entered Mexico 

You’re Telling Me He Died From The Mould? And What Did The Mould Do, Stab Him? 

One Of These Beans Tastes Like Cola And The Other Tastes Like Black Mould 

Next Time Maybe Don’t Go Into The Forest At Night Hm Buddy? Just A Thought 

Well That Was A Little Unnecessarily Brutal Don’t You Think? 

Tender Words And Hellish Screams 

Too Cool To Sleep At A Reasonable Hour 

For A Place Called Silent Hill It Sure Is Horribly Noisy 

Smoke’s Water And We’re Water Therefore We Are Bleach 

Your Love Tastes Like A Heart Attack 

Pixy Stix and Broken Bones 

You Smell Like Nonsense With A Hint Of Melancholy 

Crying Because Cats Are Cute And Deserve The World 

I’m Sick But The Bags Under My Eyes Are Sicker 

I Live In A Room With No Windows 

I Haven’t Left The House In Months 

Don’t Stand So Close To The TV Lest The Static Claims You 

Forever Dizzy In This Lonely World 

Day 243 The Wall Effigy Started Talking To Me 

I’m Not Happy Unless I’m Miserable 

Summer Lasts A Week At Best But My Dedication To Sweater Vests Is Eternal So Look Me In The Eye Little Teacup And Melt If It Bothers You So Much 

Chicken Nuggets Heat Up Faster On The Higher Shelf Of The Oven Because Of Their Proximity To God 

It’s Summer (Hot Weather Turns My People Violent) 

You Can’t Just Ask A Guy Why He’s In Love 

Seeing The French Everywhere Might Be A Side Effect Of Something And I Have Yet To Find Out What But It Could Be Asbestos 

Remember When We Would Stay Up All Night Reading Fanfic On Our Phones 

What Do You Know About Being Divine 

Couldn’t Believe When You Said You Were A Deity 

When I Was A Child I Thought / That The Word Rainbow Had Eight Letters / And That One Of Them Was D 

Who Needs Sleep When I Can Just Drop Dead For A Rest 

I Don’t Check My Email In Fear Someone Tried To Contact Me Via Email 

I Saw A Bumblebee Today And It Was Huge Really Absolutely Massive 

Mid-Performance Chainsaw Solo 

I Want To Drown In Your Swimming Pool 

Feelings Of An Almost Human Nature 

Can’t Let It Slip That There’s More To Me Than Little Old I 

Manual Therapy For Anxious Hands 

A Sense Of Failure Wasting Away And Never Living Up To Your Full Potential Unable To Get Things Done And Putting Everything Off Because You Are Scared Of Progress 

He To Whom The Cake’s Dedicated 

You’re Quite Pleasant But The Pleasure Is Mine 

What Dropping A Large Bag Of Coal On Your Foot Feels Like 

I’m One Of Those Annoying People Who Would Rather Use Fifty Commas Than Shorten The Sentence 

Seeing The Future In The Tear Stains On Your Cheeks 

Do You Ever Feel Crowded In A Lonely Room 

I Want To Eat Eggs Whole Shell And All 

Adopt Your Enemies To Establish Dominance 

I’ve Existed For Thousands Of Years Before Gaining Sentience 

You Are A Dream In A Crowd Of Nightmares 

Get Your Shoes Off My Bed You Animal 

Do Not Invite Me To Your DnD Party Unless You Are Ready To Accept The Consequences 

Too Good For Heaven Too Bad For Hell 

I’m Not Above Eating Off The Floor 

I Distinctly Remember The Time He Stayed With Us 

I Know I May Look Like A Real Person But I Am Actually Not A Real Person At All 

When It Comes To Near Death Experiences I’m An Expert 

Your Skin Smells Like The Last Days Of Summer 

I Never Learned How To Write 

God Wouldn’t Have Wanted This / But This Isn’t About God / It’s About Our New Dish Soap / Now Available In Supermarkets Near You 

Do You Remember Your First Time Tasting Water 

You Know How Sometimes An Unwanted Guest Comes Over And You Do All You Can To Make Them Leave While Remaining Polite 

Fizzy Brained Children Are So Troublesome 

I Forgot What The Antagonist Of Legend Of Zelda Was Called And For A Good Moment Thought It Was Gandalf 

You’re The First Descendant In A Line Of Workaholics Utterly Convinced Your Willingness To Sacrifice Your Own Health Determines Your Worth As A Human Being And Promptly Working Yourself To Death To Provide Unto Others What You Never Had A Chance To Understand You Deserved Yourself 

I Am The Mirror In Which You Can See All The Evil In The World 

So Far Throughout My Life I Got Mildly Electrocuted On Three Separate Occasions 

Asking My DM Friend To Put A Light-Emitting Crab In Our Game 

Leaving The Fridge At 3 In The Morning 

Pepsi Makes My Teeth Go Numb 

Peach Yoghurt Tastes Better With Whipped Cream 

Thinking About Him (The Enlightened Prophet) 

There’s A Strange Man Hiding In The Fruit Aisle 

My Brain Operates On Frequencies You’ve Never Even Heard Of 

The Curious Desire For Overwhelmingly Vivid Symmetry 

My Computer Chair Broke So Now I’m Stuck Here Leaning To The Right 

People Ask Me How I Manage To Think Of You Everyday And To Be Completely Honest I Never Know What To Say Because It Feels So Natural 

Pepsi Running Through My Veins 

What Flavour Is Your Mind 

Sorry My Dad Said I Can’t Join Your Cult Today For I’m Grounded 

Squirrels Ate My Will To Live 

Being Told I’m Allowed To Make My Final Class Project About Any Topic I Want Awakens A Demon Inside Me That Makes Me Subject My Classmates To Only The Finest Of My Obscure Interests 

Standing In Front Of Me She Quickly Undressed Confessing Her Desire To Cause Me Physical Harm And Needless To Say I Was Baffled But Nonetheless Intrigued 

You Love Them Now You’ll Hate Them Later 

The Only Thing Greater Than My Ego Is My Impostor Syndrome 

Don’t Try To Tell Me How I’m Supposed To Breathe 

Why Is There Fish Bait In The Fridge Again 

You Scream Ancient Curses In Long Dead Languages And Perish Surrounded By Friends 

The Subtle Taste Of La Croix And Gentrification 

The Cons Of Being My Friend Greatly Outweigh The Pros 

You Are Who We Say You Are Because Public Opinion Beats Self Worth Every Time 

Angels Lost Their Charm When You Walked In 

Some Days I Feel Like A Lobster On A Skateboard 

Make Yourself Comfortable We’ll Be Falling For A While 

Bleed Your Soul And Blind Your Eyes 

You Can Stay At My Place But You’ll Never Find Me There 

Had A Dream Today That Hastur Was A Canon Character In Deltarune (I Woke Up With Enough Adrenaline To Bypass Anxiety And Respond To My E-Mails) 

Murder And Other Expressions Of Love 

You Locked Me In A Cage And Threw Away The Key And When You Found Someone Better I Was Left To Gnaw On The Bars For My Freedom 

What Do You MEAN There Was A Fire 

Cough Syrup Flavours According To Tumblr User Darkangelofglory 

A Little Weirdo Driven By Consumption 

Does A Straw Have One Hole Or Two 

I Want That Coca Cola Limelight 

Clouds Did Not Exist Before 1997 

More Dish Soap Than God Intended To Exist 

Some Days The World Is Too Bright To Function 

Sometimes I Look Up The Last Minutes Of A Movie I’ve Seen Before Because I’m Not Ready For The Emotional Investment Of Going Through The Plot’s Ups And Downs But Crave The Gratification Of A Happy Ending 

My Companion Looked In Horror At The Scene Unfolding Before Our Very Eyes Before Finally Saying Out Loud What We’ve All Been Thinking / Did He… Did He Steal Her Teeth? 

Give Me Salvation I Swear I Won’t Bite 

Your Love Has Brought Me To The Point Of No Returning 

I Can’t Get The Bees Out Of My Teeth 

Open The Fridge Dear (I Promise I’m Not In It) 

Please Don’t Lick The Walls 

Two Egg Yolks Six Teaspoons Of Sugar And A Tablespoon Of Cocoa 

Go To Sleep In The Morning And Wake Up At Noon Only To Go Back To Sleep Till Evening And Wake Up Full Of Regret And With A Headache 

The Infinite Game Or The Inevitable Disappointment Induced By The Terminality Of Things And Its Ability To Ruin One’s Enjoyment Of The Thing In Question 

If A Mushroom Can See Itself As A God So Can You 

I Sold My Lungs On The Black Market 

This Man Shoved His Face In a Tub Of Soap Bubbles - What Happened Next May Surprise You 

A Sort Of Soft Paste Which Tastes Like Perfume 

I’ve Nothing But Contempt For Fahrenheit 

The Little People At The Bottom Of The Ocean 

When I Grow Up I Want To Be Fruit Juice 

You’re Being Hunted (By Me) 

He Kinda Looks Like He’s Sucking On A Brick 

Crying Over A Chicken Nugget 

Slide-Whistles You To Death 

All The Personality Of A Collapsed Lung 

The Burning Fragrance Of Cleaning Supplies 

The First Time You Scraped Your Knee Falling Off A Bike 

Go Ahead And Floor It Luv 

A Toast To Our Special Little Brand Of Sin 

Dunks You In Tea LOL 

Sipping Sunflower Oil From A Wine Glass 

Even The Mushrooms Mourn Losing You 

You And All Your Money That You’ve Stolen From The Poor 

Where Do You Get Off Poisoning My Tea 

The Man Of Wine And Cigarette Smoke 

[lydiaas]

No ‘cause I’ve just realized something from S1 (yes I must be the slowest person in the world).

I don’t know why, maybe it’s because the pogues have been friends since forever and from the very first minutes in the show their bond seems so great but in my mind I always associated Kie’s Kook year as something that happened in the past like a few years prior to that summer however at the very beginning of S1 they specifically say that Big John has been missing for 9 months and when later on Kiara and Pope are having that fight on the boat he says (roughly I don’t remember the exact words 🫣) “you’re trying to make it up ‘cause you feel guilty you weren’t there when his dad was gone” so it’s implied that Kie came back to the pogues just a handful of months prior to the beginning of the show, a little before that summer and it got me thinking about JJ’s “you’re picking Kie, no brainer” “We can’t do this without Kie” “what have you done to her John B?”

Pope clearly had some resentment inside that came out in that fight and if I remember correctly John B also says something about her maybe acting the way she is with him ‘cause she feels sorry, so it’s still clearly on their minds how she hasn’t been there for a while and during hard times however JJ never doubts her, he never for a second thinks of leaving her behind, he won’t allow John B to push her away again with the whole “Sarah issue” and doesn’t second guess her intentions ever. It’s something so hidden and that probably wasn’t even intentional in the storytelling but it’s one of those things that shows from the very beginning how they were so ride or die for each other. Throughout the show we always see Kie visibly annoyed at people belittling JJ, she won’t stand any shit against him and with JJ that thing about season 1 shows how it’s exactly the same from him, she’s back and she’s here to stay and she doesn’t have to take shit for her mistake.

THEY BETTER START SHOOTING S4 SOON OR I’M GONNA KEEP GOING INSANE OVER THESE THINGS!!

NO I LOVE THIS! It's one of those little things from S1 that drives me crazy as well. Now they've got the kook academy uniforms from S3, give me a Kie kook year episode in S4 😂

Not only does JJ never really hold her kook year against her it's also a line he immediately doesn't like Pope crossing in 1x08. That reaction always made me feel like JJ knew how dark of a time that was for her and felt really protective of her because of it. It's a really interesting period in jiara's relationship to contemplate. When she ghosted did he try the hardest to keep in touch? Did they actually communicate a little bit during the year? Did she confide him in?

There seem to be 2 main theories in the fandom about JJ's reaction to Kie post-kook year. The first being that it took him the longest to forgive her but once he did it was behind him and the second is that he forgave and forgot the fastest. I'm more in the latter camp personally although I think both options work.

[allyphase]

silent tactician - mark + speech (meta)

Hello TOA! Birdie here. 

While Mark is a cozy and welcome addition to my muse lineup, I really regret how I’ve characterized her in the last two months or so. It turns out it can be really difficult to nail down a character with zero canon dialogue ^^; I’ve thought a lot about it, and I’ve decided to pivot her to better match my idea of who she is and where she comes from, now that I’ve filled in her past. 

To be clear - this is not a muse reset. Everything she’s done and said will remain canon for her appearance in TOA. The only changes that’ll really be happening is on my end, or if you’re a castmate who was particularly close to Mark - feel free to reach out to ask me how this may have impacted their relationship! 

Mark is a silent avatar insert in FE7, so I’ve decided to scale back her dialogue significantly. I’ll be explaining my reasonings and such under the cut, but that’s really all that needs to be announced on the dash. This will affect her ongoing threads as well as new ones. 

Based on what information I have (almost nothing), I’ve decided that Mark has trouble speaking and articulating her thoughts. This is on top of her dysgraphia, but I’m scaling back the severity of it to give her another way to communicate. In addition, Mark knows sign language, which she can use to communicate with other fluent muses. This makes Mark’s silence mostly voluntary, because she gets embarrassed by how she sounds when speaking. She is capable of giving orders on a battlefield, because she uses specific phrases she’s practiced enough to feel confident with, but her voice is still quiet and perhaps hard to hear over a fight. 

Based on my research, Mark probably didn’t talk much as a child, if at all. She could understand things told to her fine, but wasn’t able to articulate her thoughts herself. Her Heroes appearance supports this - as a child, she says nothing, and relies on Lyn to articulate her feelings for her. 

Lyn: Of course! Mark has enough brains for the both of us. Hector: Why do you say that like you're bragging? Lyn: Well... Mark isn't exactly the talkative type. And there's such a thing as too much...uh, mudesty... Eliwood: Might you mean "modesty"? Lyn: Right! Too much modesty!

When she was pulled into the Bern school system, her issues became much clearer, as she couldn’t speak clearly enough to cast any magic. While I do believe that Mark would have received some amount of support, she still wasn’t able to fully overcome her difficulty, so she was transferred to the school of tactics when she was around 10 years old. There, she was able to practice specific phrases to command her troops, and here’s where I headcanon she made a few friends who were willing to both learn some sign and help interpret Mark’s words. The few people she knew there who understood her gave her the confidence to try speaking more, and she made leaps and bounds in those years. By the time FE7 rolls around, Mark has had years of practice, but still keeps quiet around people she doesn’t know. It’s an insecurity she can’t quite shake, but she wants to talk to more people, so she tries her best! 

What this means for TOA is that Mark is going to get a lot quieter. Her feelings and personality aren’t changing - she’ll still try to stand for what she believes in - but she may have to take more time to articulate what she means. She’s more likely to speak more with her castmates and friends, but if she needs to be heard she will do her best. She is trying to work on her speaking while she is here, so if she jumpscares your muse with a conversation, it’s an act of love, I promise. If your muse signs at her or attempts to speak through gesture, she will respond in the same way. 

As a sidenote, it’s a popular almost-canon bit of trivia that Mark in FE7 is telepathic somehow - able to speak to her units without words, with a big arrow or something similar. Lyn says so in her support with Robin in Warriors, here - 

Lyn: I'd be glad to introduce you. But I must warn you, they can be a bit...aloof....?I'm not even sure they would carry on a conversation with you. Robin: Ahh, the strong-but-silent type. But you're on good terms, right? Lyn: Well, sort of... They're always very quiet, even on the battlefield. Not everyone needs to talk to issue orders. Robin: I'm sorry... What? How does one order the troops without words? Lyn: Good question! I can somehow always tell. It's like there's an invisible arrow. Robin: Are we talking about...telepathy? This sounds like a very advanced tactician.

While I think it’s fun for one-offs and AUs, I don’t picture Mark having any sort of supernatural ability like this. A big part of Mark’s character has been, and will remain, that she could have been anyone. Despite her skills, she fell into this position she occupies now and doesn’t pretend otherwise. She was able to direct her friends with a combination of preplanned strategies, gestures, and practiced phrases she can use to direct attention. 

In summary, it didn’t feel right for me to have a silent tactician who talked so much, so I’m going to attempt to correct that now. Mark’s not going anywhere! She’s just getting quieter. 

I’ve linked a Google Doc with all of the sources I used for my research here. Feel free to reach out to talk to me about this! I’ll admit I’m not as experienced in this specific field of learning disabilities, but I’ve done some research and am happy to correct myself if I got anything wrong. If you read all this uhh thank you!!

[thranduel]

reminder that will byers is the only reason mike could say the words “i love you”. this is canon and nothing will change that. he could only say it because of will.

will gave mike strength. will made mike feel like he was worth something. will listened to mike express his struggles and insecurities when no one else would. will chose to sacrifice his own feelings just to help mike because that’s how much he loves him. will made mike feel more confident about himself. will made mike feel more loved than anything.

will gave mike the painting he worked so hard on and basically told him “there’s nothing wrong with being a nerd. you talk down on yourself and think that you’re lame and worthless compared to el just because she has powers, but you’re not. you’re the furthest thing from that. and yes, you’re a nerd. but that nerd is the boy that i fell in love with. that nerd is the boy that has made me feel safe my entire life. that nerd is the boy i immediately related to when he walked up to me all alone at the swingset on the first day of kindergarten. that nerd is the boy that has never made me feel like a mistake; like i’m better for being different. that nerd is the boy that holds our party together. that nerd is the boy that understands me better than anyone else. that nerd is the boy that changed my life in the best way possible. and look, here’s a painting of us; our nerdy party, from our nerdy game that we play. i don’t know about you, but i think that being a nerd is the best. and here you are, my knight in shining armour with a heart on your shield, because that’s exactly what you are to me. i’ve always loved you for exactly who you are. not because of societal pressure. not because you’ve done things for me. not because i feel like i owe you something because you saved me. but just simply because you’re YOU. you mean the world to me. i would never walk away from you or leave you behind. i’ll always be by your side and i hope that you’ll always be by my side too, because i will always need you. i love you more than anything.”

all it took was one painting and a beautiful monologue for will byers to make mike wheeler feel more loved than he’s ever felt in his entire life. and although what i wrote above wasn’t what he said exactly, it was everything he was thinking. because will has always loved mike for who he is. it doesn’t matter that he’s a nerd. will is a nerd too! they went through the same struggles growing up and they’ve always shared the same interests. that’s why there’s so much understanding. that’s why they feel safe with each other and why they can actually be themselves without being fake. but it’s heartbreaking that mike doesn’t realise will was talking about his own feelings in the van because THAT is what gave him strength and made him say “i love you”. seriously, no one else has ever made mike feel loved the way that will did in that scene, and that’s exactly why they can’t leave this storyline unresolved. mike’s current relationship is unhealthy, there’s so much miscommunication and misunderstanding and he only said “i love you” because of a lie and because he was forced and pressured into it. he feels inferior and insecure (and so does el) and they don’t feel like equals. it’s not good for either of them. also, will can’t suffer anymore after everything he’s been through.

anyone who can’t see that mike and will have the closest, strongest and most genuine relationship on the entire show clearly isn’t paying attention or simply don’t want to admit it. it’s always been THEM. they were each other’s FIRST friend. they are each other’s safe place. the show started with them. most of the other characters wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for them. mike’s current relationship would’ve been over if it weren’t for will giving him strength and making him feel loved. they need each other. they understand each other better than anyone else. their relationship has always been different to everyone else’s. mike and will are the heart of this show. they belong together and they deserve to be happy after everything they’ve been through.