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ivymarquis · 2 years

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What You Want Ch 2

Pairing; Alpha!Jacob Seed x Omega!Female!Deputy Rook

P:P; most of it is perns, or set up for the perns.

Word Count; 4322

Tags; Extremely, extremely dubious dub-con (I cannot emphasis this enough), stockholm syndrome-y, abo verse, masturbation, heat cycles, compromised ability to consent

Summary; Rook goes through her heat and Jacob goes on a hunting trip

I apparently never posted this on tumblr, but if you’ve read it on ao3 it’s the exact same chapter 2. (also Chapter 3 is being published like immediately after so, ayyyyy)

It’s 4k words of Jacob being an asshole to Rook just because he can be tbh

The next six months were a lesson in patience if Jacob had ever had one.

The deputy's mood swings were liable to give him whiplash but were beginning to get more predictable as time went on.

It took him a moment to realize the worst bouts of her losing her ever-loving-shit immediately followed her softening up to him in some capacity. She could only fight biology for so long but God damn was his omega determined to go as long as possible before she finally submitted.

It was fucking infuriating. He'd spend hours purring at her, trying to entice his snotty little mate to soften up. She would, because it was hard to stay pissed and rigid at someone who didn't so much as raise their voice at you. Rage required fuel to keep burning bright and he was determined not to give her so much as a twig for kindling.

John had not pegged her with “wrath” for nothing.

Unable to use his actions to justify her anger, it seemed to have manifested itself inward. His attempts at grooming and soothing her would be met with lust blown pupils and soft noises until she remembered who they were and what she was doing, only to stiffen and spit in his hold.

The fact he hadn't strangled her yet was a testament to his dedication and self control.

She was absolutely exhausting, fighting him every step of the way until she wore herself out only to fight more when she'd rested up because she'd relaxed in her exhaustion.

The aggressive bouts were becoming a more frequent occurrence; Jacob actively decided to think it was a good thing, that she was fighting because he was close to finally getting through to her.

Her life comprised of a 13x13 room and the attached bathroom and closet.

She was irreparably dependent on him for all her social interactions, not even given the opportunity to exchange passing pleasantries with guards. Jacob was the center of her universe- had forced himself to be so, knowing it was the only way to win her over.

Rook was determined to be as difficult about this as possible so he upped his ante at every possible turn.

No one was allowed to so much as knock on his door unless there was an immediate evacuation order for the entire building. He was the one who brought her food, the changes of clothes. There was no wiggle room because she would willingly try to latch to anyone for social interaction who wasn't him and Jacob wasn't having that shit at all.

She had her moments now after some convincing but for the most part she was content to avoid him when he focused on something else, scowling at him from the security of the bedding.

Never one to waste daylight, for years Jacob's schedule had accommodated to not catering to a mate- now that he had to, he was slowly but surely getting behind on necessary paperwork that built to a pretty pile six months in. Just one more thing to add to his list of ever growing frustrations.

More interested in the stack of papers on his desk than her, he sat her meal tray down on the footlocker and was perfectly content to ignore her as he sat down and settled in.

Her internal clock was dictated by his feeding schedule for her. Jacob kept Rook on a rigid schedule, aware she needed some semblance of structure with how little stimulation she had. Disorienting her with random meal times paired with nothing to do all day would be a sure fire way to make the deputy implode and become even more difficult.

Typically he used meal times as an opportunity for training or conditioning. He assumed her reluctance to leave her nest was due to his disinterest in her. Rook looked for the smallest change in their routine to get wound up over, and him ignoring her at meal time was probably one for the books, but also one he expected her to get over quickly.

So color Jacob fucking surprised when she popped up on her knees, crouched between his own with her head resting on one leg.

Typically her eyes were trained on him if he was close enough to grab her, watching his every movement for anything suspicious. They were focused between his legs and Jacob immediately decided he didn't trust her or what she was up to at all.

He hadn't slept with her since that first time he pinned her in the woods, not compelled to get short term satisfaction when he had his work cut out to settle her down for the long haul.

She trailed her fingertips up his inner thigh and Jacob hated how easily a pleasured tingle shot up his spine and the way his gut clenched when her gaze flicked upwards, her eyes settling on his.

Equal parts suspicious and curious to see what her game plan was, he resigned himself away from his paperwork and dropped his pen in favor of watching her.

She took this, paired with him settling further back in the chair, as permission to continue- shifting further between his legs, her hand moving further up his thigh until she moved at the last moment and drifted up towards his belt. All the while she watched him with that soft look in her eye that he'd have to be stupid to trust.

At the second hand coming to join the first in her quest to dismantle his belt, Jacob rejected her advance with a short and firm “No.”

She hesitated, the expression on her face unreadable- she looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to cry or scream at him.

Knowing Jacob's luck, he'd be privy to both in about 30 seconds.

“No?” Her hand hovered above the buckle of his belt.

20 seconds.

“Did I stutter?”

10 seconds.

Her hand dropped, sitting up further between his legs while she contemplated her next move. Clearly he'd thrown a wrench in her plans and it never occurred to her that he'd rebuke her attempt to seduce him.

“But-” 5 seconds. “I'm your mate,” she settled on cautiously.

“Not yet, you're not. You see a mark on your neck?”

Her eyes widened with indignant rage- the verbal backhand had to have stung as sharply as a physical one would have.

“I'm going into heat. You can't say no to me.”

There it was. He had her. He'd known it was due soon but hadn't been certain how close she'd been. It would explain her restlessness in her nest the past few days and her disinterest in dinner tonight.

Again he found himself with a sense of disquiet- that she would only want him when biological imperative dictated she bed with him.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was frustrated with her fighting tooth and nail only to try using her heat as an excuse to (temporarily) phone it in.

She was still determined to salvage her pride however she could, but Jacob wasn't feeling as obliging as he had in the woods all those months ago to let her use her “get out of jail free” card.

“You've managed this long without me, you can handle one more. Now go back to your nest and leave me alone.”

The stunned look on her face wavered to resignation as she slunk back to lick her wounds.

The rest of the evening passed quietly with Jacob aware of her burning holes in his back until he finally decided to go to bed.

He thought she'd fallen asleep only to realize when she spoke that she was still awake. “You'll change your mind. It's still early but when my scent changes you'll change your mind.”

Her voice was so quiet he almost didn't hear her. Jacob was willing to bet, however, the words weren't even intended for him; that she was saying it to herself to self-soothe the wound he'd dealt to her ego.

While she was correct that her scent would get to him if he stayed in this room, she hadn't caught the caveat- Jacob wouldn't be here when her heat came.

He couldn't quite decide what the lesson was here (punishing her for her hot and cold behavior? Teaching her that her life was easier with him in it? The futility in rejecting him?) but this heat was the perfect time to push her just a little. If all went according to plan, she'd be far more receptive to him in the future.

He didn't answer her, electing instead to let her stew in whatever insecurities were festering within her.

- - - - - - - -

If she'd been angry at his backhanded comment, she was livid in the morning as he packed a light duffle bag. The sheen against her skin was an inappropriate layer of sweat for the season, only present in the cold weather due to her oncoming heat.

“You can't leave!” A pillow launched at his head, missing by inches. “I'm not claimed! You can't leave me!” she repeated, belying her immediate concern as she launched another pillow at him.

Good, she was smart- smart enough to immediately catch that any other alpha would jump at the chance to bend her over behind Jacob's back in his absence and dig their teeth in her throat.

“Careful there, Sweetheart, people will start to think you care about me.”

Destined mates were a rare commodity- most alphas merely found an omega they fancied and called it a night when she went into season.

“There will be four beta guards with K.O.S. orders for any alphas who try to get up to this level. Don't leave this room and don't open the window and you'll be fine.” His tone was kept measured and disinterested as she continued destroying her nest in favor of throwing the pieces at his head. Watching as she grew more agitated by his continued insistence at leaving, he decided he'd had his fun taunting her and it was time to go. Her distress made her heat more prevalent and Jacob was almost tempted enough cave to her.

If she wanted to be difficult, he'd give her a lesson in gratitude.

“Check the bottom drawer in the nightstand, Pup, you'll need it.”

- - - - - - - -

“ I'd bet good money there's a toy with an inflatable knot, a big bottle of lube and some paperback bodice ripper in your nightstand drawer. Am I wrong?”

His words all those months ago were the only thing spinning in her brain as she stared at the contents of the drawer.

He'd been in her apartment at some point since her last heat, because she was staring at her toy. Not a toy, not one of the same brand- her own toy.

In Jacob's nightstand, in his room, in the veteran's center. Not at home where it should be.

Rook wanted to cry. Her heat was coming, she was trapped in Jacob's room surrounded by his scent and he wouldn't even be here to see her through it.

Her toy had served her fine through her heats until she'd met Jacob in the church- the one she'd had after that, it suddenly lost its luster. Trapped in her alpha's room with no alpha to speak of, she had little hope of it being able to satisfy her.

The fact that he'd rather go on some hunting trip than stay here with her hurt worse than any physical blow he could deal her.

And so she paced, instinct having her wound up and ready to go look for him but fear keeping her from actually opening the door handle. She was terrified she'd find one of the other alphas of the project and they'd subdue her.

No- she was safe in their nest, her alpha's scent a warning to keep other would-be suitors at bay.

Still compelled by instinct, she gathered the scattered bedding off the floor and rearranged her nest.

While before it was narrow and shut off, as Rook rebuilt it she made it more open and inviting.

Rook had refused to let Jacob near her nest, hissing and growling viciously at him the few times he'd tried to enter her space without permission.

He hadn't forced that issue; merely tested the waters occasionally to see if her opinion changed over night.

It never did. Maybe she should have.

She'd drag him into her nest when he got home.

He was coming back, right?

With nothing else to occupy her time Rook became borderline neurotic about her nest. Obsessing over every single fold and crease, she'd scrap the entire thing if one piece of bedding didn't want to play nicely with the others. It had to be perfect when Jacob came back home.

Whining loudly, she paced again trying to kill time after she was too exhausted to rearrange the bedding again.

Her head snapped to one of the windows overlooking the courtyard with a noticeable whimper each time she heard the gates open and a truck pull through.

Unfortunately it wasn't Jacob, never Jacob.

Rook couldn't quite find the words to articulate why, but she hesitated in reaching for her toy, eyeing it suspiciously. Her body ached for penetration, a small part of her brain whispering that something was better than nothing. The logical part of her brain that remembered last time knew she'd only get more frustrated.

She had no idea what was going to happen to her over the next 5 days and she was terrified. Her heat would ebb and flow in waves over the next 2 days, her lucid periods shortening with each wave until she spent 24 hours out of her damn mind at which point her lucidity would slowly return in steadily increasing intervals- if the heat exhaustion didn't kill her.

Her last heat had been frustrating to deal with, craving Jacob but having nothing of him other than scant recollections from the church. This time? She was surrounded by his scent and very acquainted with what his cock felt like even if it had been only the one encounter.

Rook's sense of self and pride were steadily whittling away- it didn't matter that Jacob was a high ranking member of a group threatening everything she held dear. His scent was intoxicating and he'd proven time and time again both capable and willing to deal with her foul temper. He was a strong mate, one that would provide for her and their children.

Pacing was the only way to expel her nervous energy until a wave rolled over her and Rook forgot what she was so frantic about.

Jacob should be coming home soon, and then he'd pin her down and do his job. She would be wise to make sure she was ready for him.

Suddenly aware of the friction of her clothing against her own skin, Rook indulged in exploring this more; the soft feel of her nipples rubbing against the fabric of the shirt, the way her underwear clung to her skin and the pleasant feel the seam in the crotch of her yoga pants made if she rolled her hips just right.

Effortlessly succumbing to the wave that rolled over her, Rook's attention drifted from herself outward.

Jacob was still gone and she wanted him back. Unable to have the real thing her brain attempted to soothe her by focusing on the thing that held the strongest source of his scent.

In her fit of rage as he left she hadn't noticed him leaving without his signature army jacket, the piece of clothing hooked on the edge of the chair. He wore the damn thing everywhere, it was absolutely saturated with his scent.

Donning the jacket without a second thought Rook's nose buried in the collar of her new clothing article only to whine as her brain's response was to encourage more slick to accumulate between her thighs.

The first few waves that rolled through her were gentle and mild. Rook alternated between fretting over Jacob having abandoned her and forgetting that he’d left on purpose, convinced he’d be back soon and would satisfy her.

It was during one of her less lucid periods that she forgot why she was being so gun shy about using her toy.

Obviously she’d rather be climbing Jacob like a tree but he wasn’t here. She could at least warm herself up until he returned so he could pound her in the mattress like a good alpha.

While her heat had her revved up and ready to go, a bit of prep work wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She was wet enough but not primed- Alphas were hung as a general rule and Jacob was no exception.

Her heat-addled brain decided this would be a fine idea, scrambling from the bed to shuck off her pants and go to the nightstand. The lube wasn’t the worst idea so set it on top of the nightstand, foregoing the bodice ripper in favor of her memories of the first (and only) time Jacob had pinned her down until she squealed.

“How many times have you fucked yourself through your heat waiting for the day I'd find you and pin you down?”

Heat crawled up her belly at the recollection of his words, laying on her back in the bed with her legs spread. One hand maneuvered the head of the toy as the other spread her engorged lips apart, whining softly as she pressed the toy in. Pushing a few inches only to remove almost entirely just to press a bit further in again, the hand not holding the toy drifted up to one of her breasts and teasing the nipple.

Alternating from one breast to the other, Rook’s hypersensitive skin revelled in the sensation of fingertips dragging across her skin and how soft she was.

Her orgasm came quickly and willingly, her biology prepped to flood her brain with feel good hormones to bond with an alpha who was presently m.i.a. It was a hollow climax with no lingering satisfaction, the fingers tugging at her nippless drifting down between her thighs. Rubbing her clit with one hand while working the toy in and out of her took a bit of maneuvering to get comfortable before whining at the addition of clitoral stimulation paired with the penetration of the toy.

God what she wouldn’t give to have Jacob pressing her face into the mattress, mounting her like any hound would mount his bitch. One hand grasping her by the back of her head, weight leaning into his hold to keep her still while he went at her. The other working his cock into her before grasping her hip in a bruising grip making sure she took every last inch of him .

“That's my good girl. Take all of it.”

Another orgasm ripped through her at the memory of his words, though she’d had a far different reaction when he’d said them to her in the woods.

This time her mind was far more agreeable to the prospect of being Jacob’s good girl, giving into the throes of her heat entirely.

At her lucid periods, as infrequent as they became, she’d be aware that she was riding her toy and longing for her would-be mate. At the height of her waves, which gained in strength and duration each time they came, she was completely delirious. The traces of Jacob’s scent clinging to his jacket was enough to trick her brain into thinking she had the real thing in bed with her.

Her nest was an absolute mess, soaked underneath her. Her lucid orgasms were unfulfilling, the ones at the worst of her cycle still seeming to lack an edge she was too strung out to recognize or name. All she knew was instinct hounding at her to get off again as quickly as possible.

At one point her brain had almost removed itself entirely from reality, convinced that her necessity to ride her toy to mimic being penetrated was Jacob sprawled on his back with his cock jutting up from that delicious v at the bottom of his abdomen.

Unaware she was alone, Rook had no reservations about vocalizing her pleas for a mate that wasn’t there.

“Please! Jacob, more, please!”

By sheer force of exertion her next orgasm had her slumped on her side in the bedding. Rook was past the worst of it and absolutely exhausted, the waves starting to become more gradual and allowing her to get some rest.

Dozing, exhaustion made her a heavier sleeper than she normally was.

It made her miss the truck entering the gates.

It made her miss the sound of one pair of boots making their way through the hallway and the dismissal of four other sets.

It made her miss the door open.

It also gave Jacob one hell of a welcome home. The pheromones in the room were enough to have him immediately hard. Though bending her over sounded like an incredible idea at the moment, he had enough control of his senses to see his little plan follow through.

“See, Honey? What’d I tell you. You’d make it through your heat just fine without me.”

The sound of his voice was what jarred her awake, eyes snapping open and finding his face.

Her gaze was glassy and unfocused, still clouded by sleep.

He tried to not dwell on the way his stomach flipped when her expression brightened realizing it was him she was looking at.

Still horny, Rook shimmied her hips in an attempt to bait him, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

“As tempting an offer as that is, Pup, I want to see you put that toy of yours to work.”

Heat flooded her face, still docile from her cycle and mulling over the idea.

Whining softly as she came to a decision, Rook reached between her legs blindly and groped for her toy. Eyes remaining fixated on his, she was well acquainted with getting her toy inside her on feel alone by now.

Jacob was still, eyes fixated on her and the expression on his face made her feel empowered. His gaze went from her in his jacket, the shirt that she’d somehow ripped at some point exposing both breasts and the plane of her stomach before drifting down to the apex of her thighs where the toy rocked in and out of her.

From the very visible bulge he was sporting at the front of his jeans, Jacob liked what he was seeing a lot .

The knowledge this was doing it for him was getting Rook hot under the collar, shifting in her bed so he’d have a better angle to watch.

“Go on, Pup,” he encouraged, hands drifting down to his belt and undoing the buckle.

Assuming he was going to finally fuck her sooner rather than later, Rook whined as he pulled his cock out of his pants and stared stroking in time with the thrusts of her toy.

Oh God that did it for her, the familiar clench in her gut stirring as she watched his hand.

Like a dog being tempted with a piece of steak, she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the sight. He matched the pace she set near perfectly, speeding up and slowing down in time with her own movements.

It was also hard to think beyond how much she wanted him in her mouth, using her to get himself off while she rode her toy.

“You gonna finish on your toy for me, Pup?”

Oh.

The idea that he wanted to see her cum on it was an intriguing one- she’d assumed he just wanted to watch for a bit and then take over.

Nodding gently, she continued to press and pull the toy in and out of herself as the other hand dipped down to tease her clit again.

The buildup was there and easy enough, though Rook struggled with actually getting herself to cross that finish line and reach her climax.

“J-Jacob, please.”

“Please, what? This is all you, Sweetheart,” he replied coolly, his hand still matching stride with her own.

“Please, I can’t-,”

He got in the bed, caging her body with his own. His mouth hovering over her ear, Rook shivered as his breath fanned out over her neck.

“Yes you can,” his voice practically purred at her. “Now be a good girl and finish for me.”

Good girl.

Last time he’d called her a good girl, she’d try to claw out his eyes. Rook was at the tail end of her heat and maybe that was what it was, but while the phrase had caused her to react with such vitriol all those months ago it now stirred something in her. An innate urge to please him-

And it was enough to make Rook moan lowly, thighs trembling as she worked herself through her climax. While not the strongest one she’d ever had it was far more satisfying than the empty, hollow ones she’d been plagued with the past few days.

Something splattered across her abdomen and chest, distantly aware of Jacob shifting away from her but too exhausted to think too much about it.

Her eyes drifted close, whining at the feel of rough fabric pawing at her skin. Blearily peeking at him, he had the bunched up fabric of something she’d thrown on the floor in his hand and wiping her down with it.

There was a notable shift in their dynamic that hadn’t been there before his impromptu trip, though Rook wasn’t up for the task of trying to unpack it at present- both the good and the thing that would nag her when she was awake and lucid and able to think clearly for the first time in 5 days.

Particularly the laundry. So, so much laundry.

#jacob seed x deputy #far cry 5 fanfiction #omegaverse #A/B/O verse #dark!fic #dub con cw #my writing #alpha!jacob seed #omega!rook #stockholm syndrome

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thewildeast · 1 year

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what do you mean theres no more “the scholar and the merchant” crossed path . i need more gay men

okay im going to ramble about the stories ive completed now spoilers! uh oh! for partitio, osvald, ochette, temenos, and hikari! (the last two, i havent completed their stories but i mention something spoilery)

i did partitio’s first since he was my first character and i needed to get him OUT of that first party slot . he’s free now . I loved the story though i was mildly disappointed in the ending (i wanted that old capitalist man to die) but tbh it wouldn’t have really fit the tone or partitio’s character to leave him for dead. plus partitio started the whole ass industrial revolution and created the concept of a department store so . that chapter was really fun by the way, i love how it actually had a permanent effect on the town and also alrond is fuckin great. the final boss was teetering on annoying for me but I think that was because i was a bit underleveled for it. overall i think it was creative, i mean it was a fucking train thats sick as hhell. but that cannon does SO much damage god.

osvald. holy shit massive mood change . like i already had a big mood whiplash when i got osvald after agnea but damn. anyway harvey is actually fucked up, way more than I already thought he was. if he wanted to steal osvald’s research and kidnap his wife and kid for their special magic blood he should’ve just killed osvald. that would’ve been the smart decision, but he’s so envious, so angry that they’re equal and he’s not better, that he decides to frame osvald for killing his wife and daughter, leaving him stuck in a really shitty maximum security prison for 5 years, then use his wife’s blood to make a chimera (okay shou tucker), lies to osvald saying it’s actually her. and it does have her voice, and i presume a bit of her mind, considering that once it begins to run out of health it starts to crumble and cry, and its tears heal osvald…its still not her though. she’s dead because harvey saw no more use in her. but hey, osvald’s daughter is still alive! and her minds been fucking manipulated so she thinks harvey is her father. jesus christ chapter 4 fucked me up. anyway the final boss battle was great. Osvald finally finding the answer through wanted to protect Elena was fucking awesome. the power of love is based and its also a giant fuck-off laser beam that transcends the elements to all foes, and reduces their shield points regardless of their weak points that costs 75 SP.

ochette’s was so good! the final boss being the companion I didn’t pick (in my case, the lājackal) almost made me cry. it was so sad, it didn’t deserve that, and im really excited to see my mom play her story because she picked the lājackal and I wanna know what Mahina could’ve been…also, the boss fight was hard as fucking hell, and extremely creative. The fact that it gets different attributes based on who you’re using??? thats fucking sick?? why did i have to be using castti so it got infinite heals every turn?? i still beat it first try but god it was hard. i still don’t like the human chief but at least she’s trying. I was really worried we were going to come back to the beastling village being overrun ON TOP of the night of the scarlet moon. oh yeah, who the fuck was the dark hunter? probably will find that out later..

also starting to see where these stories connect. The Shadow and D’arqest have been a running theme, at least in ochette’s, osvald’s, temenos’, and it’ll probably show up in hikari’s as well. plus there’s that purple fog with the creepy music that shows up sometimes (it was the same music during the part with all the corrupted people during osvald chapter 5…)

anyway im going to take a break now. i wanted to do castti’s so i could train up my lower characters but i am tired because i played for like 10 hours straight . hyperfixations suck ass sometimes i cannot stop thinking about the fuckin game and i need to fuckin sleep. holy shit i wrote a lot sorry.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #my ramble ended up very long read at your own risk.#i always feel annoying talking about my interests but i hope im not annoying. gragh .

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fonkeloog · 2 years

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okay so i saw you were rating music taste? (if not feel free to ignore this ask sjdhsh)

Britt's music things (deluxe edition)

Why hello! This is fun, please everyone send me more music things. I love this <3 I tried not to be too harsh, but please know that all of this is said in good fun and I love getting to know people through their music.

That being said, I'm going to put a cut because I'm not as fancy as my friends and couldn't figure out the text in picture thing. So this has become rather long. (Comments were made during the first listen. They may change with time)

Ghostbusters: 4/10

A classic

I like the 80's sound a lot so you really can't go wrong with that in my books.

That being said; this song gets very repetitive very quickly (which is why the rating is so low)

I Love You Like An Alcoholic: 6/10

The start is cute and cozy, but I'm not sure if I like it.

Is this singing or just talking over music? We may never know.

It kind of feels like a musical song? I'm getting whiplash trying to figure out the genre.

I like the woman's voice!

Catchy in a funky way

Tom's Diner: 6.5/10

Really need to be in a certain mood to listen to this one, but it's in several of my playlists.

The voices are really nice. I like the raspy sound

The 'dududu' part is too long and makes me skip it a lot of the time.

Sunflower: 3/10

Oh no. I can appreciate some sound effects, but this is giving me shivers in a bad way. Don't like the start of this at all.

The chorus is a bit better. I think if the beginning was without the effects I'd like it a lot more

I may have to relisten to this before I like it?

Choking On Flowers: 2/10 (8/10 for the insomnia playlist tho)

Another slow one? Oh, correction, an extremely slow one.

That's it. I'm gonna call an intervention cause this is putting me to sleep (might listen to this tonight in hopes of beating insomnia).

It's too slow. And coming from me, who has a playlist over 8hrs long with slow songs, that says a lot.

Get It On: 6.8/10

Oh! This is more like it.

Still a bit slow for what I'd currently listen to, but I definitely like this.

It builds so nice, but I keep waiting for that one part that makes you go "heck yes!" But it doesn't happen :(

Should I Stay or Should I Go: 9/10

The Clash! My beloved!!

This! More of this!

I need a bit more guitars, and just a bit louder, but yes. This is what I love today. (I'm currently in a rock era? My pop/top40 loving self is very confused)

Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love: 7/10

Van Halen! Now you've got it.

He has better songs tbh. This is pretty soft (compared to, let's say Jump!)

I do like it a lot tho!

Broken Crown: 10/10

Mumford & Sons are so underrated, but I kind of want to gatekeep them?

I haven't heard this song before.

I love the folk-rock sound so much, can't go wrong with that tbh.

I love how they strip the sound and then come back with the instruments during/after the bridge. (That's a "heck yes!" Moment)

"I can take the road and I can fuck it all away // but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate." Love love love this line

Take On Me: 6.4/10

This is a classic and I will never not miss a chance to sing this during karaoke.

It's in my 'Old but Gold' playlist, but I often find myself skipping it.

Under Pressure: 7.6/10

Another classic. Queen & Bowie collaborating gave us some really good songs and I'm so glad for that.

It sounds so fun, but the lyrics are actually pretty sad.

Chamber of Reflection: 5.5/10

It sounds like something a friend of mine would listen to while smoking a joint.

It's not bad, but I wouldn't listen to this on my own.

The ending is so slooowww

Cigarettes Out The Window: 4/10

This tickles my brain, but not in a nice way.

This may be a 'wetleg' situation. Which means I hate it now, but will love it in a couple of weeks. So it gets an extra point for that.

Fahrradsattel: 6.9/10

This intro is... interesting? (Are those WHIP SOUNDS?!)

I have little to no clue as to what he's saying, but he want to be something?

Okay I translated the lyrics. I have questions

Guitar Solo: 9/10

Look. I love guitars. You had me at the title alone.

Puttin' on the Ritz: 5/10

This has become a tiktok song

I kind of like it, but I'm taking a point away because tiktok ruined it.

Very catchy

#britt's music things #but provided by queerdeadwizards #that tag is now my new favourite #britt's music things (deluxe edition)

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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I completely understand where you are coming from. I got active in fandom to find people to connect with over similar interests as a way to help me cope with what has been a very rough year. And while a lot of people I've met here are great and wonderful and like having discussions, there is also a larger part that comes across as almost unbearably antagonistic. It seems like everyone is trying to out 'woke' each other and find a new person or idea to demonize. This has made being in this space very uncomfortable, and I'm honestly terrified I'm going to post or say something that someone is going to latch onto as the new big bad thing to get everyone to rally against. There's almost a mob mentality going on with the younger crowd, and it is very unhealthy.

This so much!!! That’s exactly why I made this post. I get that this has been a stressful year so tensions and moods are probably high/unstable. Hell, I know that I snapped on one or two people who didn’t really deserve it. But like that’s still not okay. It wasn’t okay for me to give those users a hard time for no reason. And it’s unacceptable for others to do that too. Like we can’t be using tough times as an excuse to be rude to people. Of course it’s a lot harder to keep oneself in check when stressed, depressed, etc. but again, ya gotta have the awareness to realize that mistakes have been made.

That said I definitely agree that people are trying to out woke each other and that just feels so hostile. I’m a biromantic ace and some of the stuff I’ve been seeing has been a little off putting for me. I am still 100% not over that person who accused me of being a transphobe over a mistake. I’m not over it because that’s when I started losing my will to write. And people who know me know that that’s an extremely bad sign. Like that shit has put me in a very bad place. I use fics and fandom to cope as well as concerts and I have none of those things right now so I’m kind of just not doing good. This ties into the fandom thing because overall this cancel culture is very dangerous. If someone makes a steep accusation like that it can really hurt a person not just online but offline too. “ I'm honestly terrified I'm going to post or say something that someone is going to latch onto as the new big bad thing to get everyone to rally against.” Is exactly what I’m trying to say with the above and I feel like a lot of people are thinking the same thing but they are too afraid to even speak up about feeling this way. That in itself is a problem. If you’re afraid to even talk about what you’re afraid of/concerned about.

And it never used to be like this. I remember when I could go into a fandom space and just nerd out. There wasn’t an agenda. Politics wasn’t always the discussion. It came up every now and again but it wasn’t overwhelming. These days I think that people can over-analyze things too much. Politics and analysis in fandom is (like anything else) fine in moderation. But if you do it too much it gets to a point where you can’t even enjoy the thing you like anymore.

I also remember when teens were the ones writing the ‘lemons’ and they would try to sneak around the adults to do it. That’s where I think I get whiplash. My gen of fans had secret stashes of lewd art and fics when they were teens. The new gen doesn’t like that stuff. I’m not saying that they’re wrong, if they don’t like that stuff, that’s just fine. The problem is when they start to demonize people who disagree and do enjoy the lewd and dark stuff.

Tbh I’m kind of worried about that gen because it really does seem unhealthy to me as well. I hope that, that doesn’t sound patronizing. But I do feel like this kind of purity, one mistake and you’re done mentality is dangerous and stressful.

NGL I was shaking when I came across the transphobe post because I am aware of the mob mentality. Cancel culture, mob culture, and purity culture are all horrifying especially when combind (as they often are).

Sometimes cancel culture can be good (like how Chris Brown got cancelled for beating Rihanna). But that’s only with SOLID proof. The problem is that people like to make baseless claims and many will just follow the herd and attack the accused unquestionably and without doing research for themselves and getting the full story. I think that the only reason I sort of got away was because I caught the post 1. before they blocked me and 2. when it only had like two notes so I got the chance to explain myself. A lot of people don’t get that; they just get blocked so they can’t explain their side. And everyone just attacks them without question. And 90% there is very little to no proof.

A lot of the times innocent people get cancelled (think Johnny Depp). I think that people have weaponized cancel culture; if they don’t like you or your opinions they will either twist your words or dig years deep into your past and find one mistake and then it’s over. And that’s horrifying to me both for old and new gen fans.

And I do think that this is a very new gen problem because I have never seen that until the past like 3-4 years. Like I started to see it a bit in 2016 (that’s when I feel politics started entering fandom) but cancel and purity culture is relatively new.

I hate cancel culture much more than purity culture. Purity culture I feel at least has good intent at heart. Cancel culture is often malicious and used for vengeance & bullying. It also doesn’t leave room for mistakes (which everyone makes) and growth.

Sorry, I got a bit long there but this is a topic that I’ve been meaning to discuss and I have a lot of opinions on this.

#fandom culture #Purity Culture #cancel culture #fandom #rant #Anti Purity Culture #anti cancel culture

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revolver-jesus · 3 years

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@enshijou said: ⋰⋰ ❝ 🔥 🔥 ! ( if you wish ! ) ❞

forgive me if my sleep deprivation makes my typing a mess-

1. { I feel like i’m pretty in the minority on this maybe? ish? And honestly it totally depends on how much chemistry I have with a person and how well we can read each other, but-- I kinda don’t like it when crack is made into something serious? Maybe-- especially with Takaya, someone who is extremely different when written in crack than his serious canon self, but with any of my muses tbh. It feels like... being tricked into angst ya know? Here we are joking and I’m writing my character as silly and extreme as possible, so I prefer if none of this would end with tears or anger unless it’s a big dramatic parody. Even if it ends in an interesting scenario... I don’t like it just because what led to it is an uncomfortable tone whiplash.

but! like i said, it does depend on how i feel about the muse chemistry.

2. { THAT actually kinda leads into this second one- to me, the tone of a thread’s scene... is a part of the “yes, and” rule. As in... the tone of a person’s reply should somewhat match your own reply? And I don’t mean the dialogue and actions of a character, I guess I mean more their narration and approach to the moment. If that makes sense?

This is a problem that comes up a lot just because I write villains too much, I’m sure, but- for example, if you’re writing with a villain muse and-- like the dramatic bitches they are-- their big meeting scene is very intimidating and dark and everything about the moment seems dire and tense... to not reply with a similar mood is the equivalence of one person saying “ You are in danger” and you replying “ I’m not, actually, ” but just in the abstract. And then, like with improv, you’ve hit a dead end, but with the scene’s tone.

i see it all the time with other’s villain muses too, i think it’s just the Struggle of writing an antagonist.

But like, i try to work by this rule myself. I will shift Takaya’s behavior and mood just slightly to match the tone of the scene, just... whatever will make a more cohesive vibe to the story we’re writing right now. }

#{ I really hope I don't sound too BLUNT btw! sleep deprivation just #is my equivalent of being drunk #i ramble.... and i'm very dumb... }.

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I don't know if you're the right person to tell this to but I think my mom's emotionally abusive. She gets mad whenever I get upset at her and gaslights me(probably??) whenever I call her out. I tried to tell her that she never apologized for hurting my feelings and she responded with, "I don't have to apologize to you" and it just made me feel worse. My family's Christian and all but I'm scared to tell the pastor(or anyone) because I don't want her to get mad at me. Do you have any advice?

I guess I’m a decent source for that, and I’ve got enough spoons today to answer this!

I’ll be honest with you, a parent reacting with anger whenever you get upset with them is never a good sign. The “I don’t have to apologize to you” response is definitely emotionally abusive, especially if it’s not a reaction in a vacuum; anything as an isolated incident is understandable since we all make mistakes, but this doesn’t sound like a one-off thing.

I had a couple of friends help me through being gaslit myself; here are a few articles on the topic, all of which are pretty brief:

Were You Born Under the Gaslight?

11 Warning Signs of Gaslighting

a resource post from r/RaisedByNarcissists

I’m not a psychologist in any capacity, but having been through it myself and having sat down and watched a film adaptation from where the term hails, here’s a sort of brief rundown of some things gaslighters will do to their victims:

making attempts to isolate you (from friends, from family members, etc; ex, excessive monitoring of your communications with friends to the point of taking your phone or computer so you can’t contact them, although this may be done subtly)

telling you that you have traits or attributes that do not feel or sound like things you do (ex, telling you that you are “forgetful” or “tend to lose things” even when you are not a forgetful person)

accusing you of lying, whether directly or indirectly (ex. asking, “what did you do with x thing?”, not believing you when you say you haven’t seen it; then when you find it, saying something to the effect of, “so you did know where it was”)

saying things with emotion and then denying there is any emotion behind their words (ex. if they say something to you in an angry way and when you say, “don’t be angry,” they say, “i’m not angry” and look at you like you’re crazy)

making you look bad in front of others (this can be making you look like a jerk, making you look inconsiderate, making you look foolish, like a buzzkill, etc.)

taking on a tone to imply that you are scaring them, even when you have not done or said anything out of the ordinary (if you’re thinking to yourself, “i didn’t even have any emotion behind this, i didn’t even sound angry” and they’re reacting like they’re afraid you’re going to hit you? that’s gaslighting)

whiplash mood swings and honeymooning - quickly going from being angry at you to putting on a convincing happy act in front of others; “honeymooning” is when, after a period of abuse, they start to act really nice and considerate towards you, making you think that they’ve changed, or maybe they do one really nice thing for you as a way to “make up” for their behavior (this never lasts, don’t buy it.)

turning themselves into the victim of every situation (guilt tripping you, especially in situations where you are telling them that they have hurt you. parents really love this one; it’s the “oh so i’m a horrible parent” comeback to any time you’ve ever said “this really hurt my feelings”)

infantalizing you (another parental favorite)

upsetting you in public, covertly, so that only you are aware of what they have said/done

threatening you with institutionalization

Another big one that I don’t think I mentioned here because it’s not one that came up in the film is outright denying that something ever happened. We tend to assume that’s something we’d be able to catch outright, but the truth of the matter is that their lies start out small and they do all of these things above & more for the sake of putting you off balance and confusing you so that by the time their lies get to the level of things you should be able to look at and say plainly, “that’s not true,” you’ve gotten to the point where you feel like you can’t trust your own memory or judgement of things.

I’ll give a couple examples because the list of potential things they could lie about goes between fairly small stuff to extreme stuff:

my mother claimed once that she was never on her phone during dinner

my mother claiming she’d never seen movies that not only did i remember her commentary on, but i’m pretty sure one of them we actually saw in theatres

her claiming i’d never told her things that i most definitely had told her before

combined with that one: lying about the last time we’d had contact; right before i cut off all contact with her i was able to actually screenshot the dates and times of the last time we’d spoken and send them to her

lying about actual historical facts; in my mother’s case: refusing to acknowledge that ABA had, since its inception, used aversives and was abusive in practices, was the foundation of the conversion therapy movement. i sent her screenshot and link proofs of this as well and she did not appreciate it

she also claimed that she never threatened to kick me out of the house and claimed that i promised her i would start therapy before starting HRT - neither of which are accurate or even remotely believable (you really think i’d up and move w two weeks notice halfway across the country if i hadn’t been kicked out? i have to laugh.)

Another one that did not really get shown well in the film but that I believe i’ve read somewhere and have personal experience with, is that they like to keep you traumatized. It keeps you in a state of like... uncertainty, I guess you could say. It keeps you from feeling completely lucid or in control of things, and more likely to need help and depend on them for continued support. They may also be likely to mess with your head in other ways, like with the use of drugs - and I don’t just mean illegal ones; parents who have control over your medication and make sure you take it do have to potential to keep you up on medications you don’t actually need as a method of control. (Both of these can actually be seen in use in the film Midsommar w/ the suicide ritual being a method of continued trauma and the constant drug use being...obvious. I’m sure it gets used in other places too but that was the first one to come to mind, and Aster does a really good job of showing how effective that shit is.)

I don’t really know what other religions rules are like when it comes to confidentiality. I was raised Catholic, and there was a certain understanding about priests and ethics that pretty much went that unless you had a warrant (and on top of that, a damn good reason; iirc there have been plenty who don’t even testify under oath) they weren’t to tell anyone what you told them in confidence. If you know anything about their ethics regarding that or even feel that you can ask them safely about it, it could be a good place to start if you feel that church community is one where you feel safe.

The biggest roadblock tbh is age and...idk how else to put this other than status? If you’re a minor there is, unfortunately, not a lot you can do to get away from her or get her to stop - especially if you’re in a situation where she’s really your only parent. Which is sort of what I meant by status; do you have another parent or step-parent, sibling, uncle, aunt, cousin, etc you feel you could talk to about it?

I really wish I could recommend school guidance counselors, but I’m not altogether sure they’re equipped with the right materials to help you out there. That being said, if you have a family member that you can trust to help you find a therapist outside of school, that would also be a really good resource; whether you’re an adult still living within that contact or a minor who can’t get away at the moment, a therapist can help you come up with some coping techniques to deal with it until you can safely get away. I’d suggest looking for one who specializes in trauma or in PTSD, esp if they have c-PTSD listed (the ‘c’ is for complex, which is a proposed addition(??) to PTSD that would separate a singular traumatic event from an ongoing traumatic situation like living in war zones, being a POW, domestic violence, etc). PsychologyToday has a search function for finding accredited therapists in your area that should list their specialties, credentials, and insurance plans they take. (And if you’re asked why you need one, honestly, extrapolate on a minor issue. Like tbh you could just say body image issues.) Therapists are bound by license-revoking ethics not to tell anyone what you discuss in therapy unless you are going to hurt yourself or someone else.

[If you feel you’re being monitored too closely at home and don’t have a way to get this information at school, I suggest asking a reference librarian to help you out. A lot of public libraries will have community resource information, and if they don’t have flyers or brochures out, reference librarians’ entire jobs are to help you access information whether that’s in the library or in the community! That’s why I work in LIS, lol.]

Other than that the two big pieces of advice I have are:

Build up a support network outside your family. If you feel you can’t trust them with this, or even if you’re worried about putting them in the middle of a difficult situation - and even if those aren’t concerns for you - it’s always good to have a support network that isn’t connected to the situation in some way. Most of my support network came from friends, a bulk of whom I knew from online, and from coworkers. The first person to tell me I was being gaslit was actually a coworker, who I talked to when I got kicked out and was shaken up about it. I had a p good relationship w my boss and all my coworkers there, so when I had to put in my two weeks’ notice I actually got an offer to stay with my boss in the event that the situation escalated, and also knew I could go and stay with my one of my best friends with their grandad, or their sister. In fact, right when that happened, my friends already had a kind of escape plan half-formed because things had just kind of been getting worse, and for almost a year now I’ve been living with my other best friend. Even if things never get to the point of you having to leave the house, just having people that you can rely on who will be on your side entirely is crucial to dealing with that kind of stress.

If you think or feel you may be getting gaslit - even if you’re thinking to yourself that you’re just blowing things out of proportion or that it’s “not that bad” (a lot of us go through that) - start keeping a journal of things your mother says to you. You don’t have to show anyone. Just keep it for yourself. It doesn’t even have to be anything important; like I said earlier, it can be as simple as off-handed comments about movies you’ve watched or appointments you’ve made or what have you. Write them down when they happen, date them, and then when she says something that you feel contradicts what you’ve already heard - you can fact-check it. You can also do this with screenshots if it’s over text or something, and if you think you can get away with secretly recording her on your phone that might help too. I don’t recommend telling her you’re doing this or pointing out when she’s been lying; in the event she doesn’t outright deny it she could flip it around to make herself the victim or spiral out of control and get worse - this is just for your peace of mind. The goal of gaslighting, to quote the movie, is to “systematically [drive] you out of your mind”. This would just be a way to reassure yourself that you’re not making it up, you didn’t forget, you’re not blowing things out of proportion.

If you need anything more specific, feel free to let me know! I’m so sorry you’re going through this, it really just fucking sucks. But I believe you can make it! And there is an it - there’s an out, even if it’s hard to get to or takes long.

#advice #links #long post #abuse ment #gaslighting #ok to rb #ask to tag #plato posts #[redacted] asks #answers.txt

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Thoughts about the Nashville show

Alright! So... The 1975 concert in Nashville on May 15th 2019 was the best 1975 concert I have ever been to. Like... ever.

First off this was my first time seeing them in two years (?!?!?) so that was refreshing but other than that wow where do I even start???

I know it’s about the whole band y’all know how I love and respect all of them but I will say right off the bat that this show was incredible much thanks to Matty’s behavior during the show, meaning that he was in a very good mood, he was obviously happy and excited and he was extremely interactive with the crowd. Rather than giving speeches that were tiring and repetitive to him he talked to us like we were his friends and he was genuinely enjoying the experience as well. He did little dances and made funny little comments and shared his thoughts, he wasn’t bored, he moved around a lot and you could definitely see the passion in his performance - the way he got on his knees and fucking screamed his lungs out during I Like America (and cried after that - he cried at least 3 times during the show I’m pretty sure), and the fucking fire in his eyes during Love It If We Made It... I don’t have words.

And the part that really got me was when he said:

“If it wasn’t for you guys I would still be doing drugs, so thank you. ...I mean it.”

Just... wow. Because his career really gets the best of him sometimes and it exhausts and overwhelms him and recently he talked about how he didn’t like singing and there’s always a part of me that thinks Matty would rather not have to do what he does, but when he said that you could tell that he meant it. He’s come so far and I’m so fucking proud of him.

Back to the concert tho. As for me, like I said, this was the best of their shows I’ve been to so far, and I think that had a lot to do with two things: 1. I wasn’t on my phone as much as usual and 2. I didn’t give a SHIT about what people thought of me - let me tell you I have never danced so fucking much in my entire fucking life than I did last night. Y’all should have SEEN me. I’m still outta breath. Like a madman I was waving the Matty dolls around constantly with all my hand movements (and I hope I didn’t give them whiplash but they told me they were enjoying it too don’t worry). I’m praying 2 god Matty saw us/them at some point because we ended up moving to the front row cuz no one was sitting there LOL. But forreal @that anon who asked me about concert etiquette (and all other concertgoers) take note of this and JUST HAVE FUN AT YOUR SHOWS. GET the fuck into it, SCREAM at the top of your lungs, DANCE your MOTHER FUCKING ASS OFF, do ALL THAT SHIT and for the love of god STAY OFF YOUR PHONE. It’s totally okay to take pictures and videos but if you want to get the most of the experience do it minimally. This is a lesson I have finally learned from last night especially. Remembering what I saw makes me smile and it makes me so fucking happy, happier and smilier than I’ve ever been watching concert footage on a phone screen. Now that I think about it I did take a lot of pictures and video but not nearly as much as I usually do and I’m working to do it even less tbh.

Things about Matty and myself aside, here are some other things I’ll say about the show:

1. Yeah so Rome’s speaking voice is shockingly deep. Much deeper than I had expected. I’m slightly afraid of him now but at the same time he is baby and I am conflicted. I love him.

2. Pale Waves was amazing per usual I love them too.

3. Y’all the RAUGHY was REAL at this show. Almost as soon as the show started Ross was talking to John and smiling and by the fourth song this happened:

And this man stayed like this for like.... 20 seconds?! At least?!?!?!? It took me a while to scramble for my phone and actually take a picture I was like “OHMYGOD STAY RIGHT THERE STAY RIGHT THERE STAYRIGHTTHERESTAYRIGHTTHERE” it was INSANE.

4. A couple got engaged during ffy so congrats to them!!!!!!

5. We ended up waiting after the show with a little group of people so we could try and meet someone from the band. John and Jamie came out because they were going out on the town or something, Ross shortly after, so we got to say hello to them but we didn’t want to bother them so we let them go. After that we waited til like 1 AM but no one else came out so we ended up leaving the group. Kinda bummed but at least I made some buddies.

6. Like I said about the Matty Dolls: we couldn’t get them to the stage bc of the whole not-being-in-the-pit dilemma. I actually ended up giving one to a little girl and the other to one of my friends in the backstage group. It’s all up to Atlanta now...

But yeah that’s about all I have to say abt the Nashville show other than this: I love The 1975. Thank y’all for reading my diary. I’ll post some pics now!!

#the 1975 #matty healy #matt healy #matthew healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #john waugh #jamie squire #nashville

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imagine-organization-xiii · 5 years

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Org XIII - Eating Out S/O

Suggested by Anon. Naughty bits below, so beware!

Xemnas

Xemnas isn’t a highly sexual person though he’s super sexy - amiright, babes - so having a sexual encounter with him is rare and having him perform oral? Almost never happens. But when it does, HOOO boy you better get ready to have your metaphorical socks knocked off.

He’ll start with his mouth placing soft kisses on your neck, his hot breath trailing across your skin as he slowly moves downward along your body. Not so much to tease, but to make sure you get as much pleasure as possible.

Goes into it all at once in a way that always overwhelms you - from nothing to everything. One second you’ll feel hot breath on your thighs and the next you’ll be a groaning mess.

Xigbar

Xigbar takes it as a personal challenge to make your toes curl. He’s gonna make you squirm and moan and groan and lose your breath and he’s proud of it. He isn’t satisfied unless he has you dripping and almost completely at his mercy.

Not so much kissing your inner thighs as much as he bites them. You’ll be left with lots of bruises by the time he’s done.

Hair pulling? Yes, pls. My boy is all about you tugging his hair loose and gripping it in your hands hard enough that it hurts him a bit.

His hands are super rough and filled with scars and callouses, so expect to feel that roughness on your skin as he holds down your thighs.

Xaldin

The only way to describe Xaldin eating you out is... starving. He loves oral and will eat you out like a possessed man on a mission. Could literally eat you out for hours, giving you multiple orgasms before he’s finished and ready to move on. Be prepared to be completely exhausted by the time he’s done because sessions will last a lot longer than you will have ever expected.

Won’t really appreciate having his hair pulled because he has sensitive follicles, but if you gently hold the back of his head, he’d be cool with it. Likes enthusiasm, but within reason.

Better suited for a partner who can take a lot. If you’re extremely sensitive, you’ll probably get overstimulated extremely quickly. Unless you like that sort of thing. Go nuts.

Vexen

His fingers. His fingers. Okay, he’s halfway decent at eating you out - it’s not his forte, to be honest, but when he adds his hands to the mix? Hot damn. It goes from a seven to an 11 almost immediately because his fingers are long and thin and always drive you crazy.

He’s a scientist, so he goes at sex and oral sex clinically, like it’s something in a lab or an experiment. It takes a while to get him out of that mood and into a normal bedroom mood, but once you do, it’s guaranteed to take up his skills a couple notches.

Lexaeus

Likes to watch your face the whole time because 1) he likes the expressions of pleasure you have 2) he wants to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself and 3) it lets him know when you’re about to cum. The intimacy of the whole moment is enough to drive you crazy.

Pulling his hair while he’s going down on you is a great way to hear him moan. Hold the back of his head and press his face into you and he’ll repay you with a great orgasm.

Not talkative during the act - much like he is in real life - but he prefers if you talk and tell him what you need.

Zexion

Zexion is fairly inexperience the first time he eats you out, so you kind of learn together. He’s nervous and kind of sloppy and messy at first - and a little too fast and keeps stopping to ask if he’s doing it correctly - but once you both get into the swing of things?? He’s incredible.

It’s never super intense and overwhelming. It’s always as sweet and sensual as he is, more fun than anything. Because sex? It’s awkward in general. There are weird noises and there’s sweat and limbs are going to end up in weird places, so having him eat you out is sure to send you both into a couple of laughs. That’s part of the fun!

Saix

Another of the members with super long fingers, but unlike Vexen, Saix knows what he’s doing in basically every aspect of the bedroom, especially when he’s the one in control.

Does not tease. You know exactly what he’s going to do right before he does it. He’ll go the same infuriating pace through the whole process, leading you to a gentle, slowly approaching orgasm that ends up being incredibly powerful because of how long it takes you to get there.

Won’t appreciate you grabbing onto his head or hair, but will appreciate if you push his hair out of his face. He’d prefer not to get a mouthful of hair while going down on you.

Axel

My boy is all about experimenting, which sometimes gets annoying when you’re just trying to get right down to the fun. When eating you out, Axel goes all in and it’s incredible. He has a surprisingly talented tongue both in and out of the bedroom.

Most likely to want to join in on the fun, so expect him to suggest 69-ing at least once in your bedroom fun. Both of you getting pleasure at the same time is what Axel is all about.

Axel moves a lot in bed, his hands always moving up and down on your skin. He’ll go from eating you out to kissing your stomach, to nibbling on your thighs, then back to eating you out again. He likes touching you everywhere.

Demyx

Fairly good with his tongue even though he never stops talking through it and it’s like... “Demyx. Please shut up. Now is not the time to discuss the merits of the movie we watched two weeks ago.”

Talks even as he’s preparing to go down on you, asking you if you want more, if you like what he’s doing, if he should go harder or faster, etc.

Fast, down, and dirty. Always ready to eat you out, okay, even if he’s not getting anything out of it. He loves giving oral because he loves the sounds you make and the way your whole face and chest goes red.

Luxord

Teases with wispy kisses where the hair on his face tickles your skin. There’s no in between with Luxord. He’s either spending hours on foreplay where you’re just begging him to get on with it or he’s going so fast to get to the main event that you get whiplash.

Fairly skilled, I’ll give him a 7/10. There are times when Luxord goes down on you like you’re a work of art he’s trying to praise. Other times, you think he wants to skip oral altogether.

Marluxia

Ya boi has his hands in dirt most of the day, so you can guarantee that he washes and moisturizes religiously. This means that his hands are soft and supple as they run across your skin. Sometimes he faintly traces patterns on your thighs as he eats you out.

Leaves plenty of open mouth kisses on your thighs. Likes to tease before he gets down to the main event tbh. Will avoid actually eating you out until you’re tense and practically begging him to get down to it.

Larxene

Arguably the most talented tongue. It really takes a female to know what other females like and Larxene knows. She can bring you to a quivering mess in minutes. She’s also fairly noisy when going down on you, giving no doubt as to whether or not she’s enjoying herself, too.

She isn’t one for foreplay, either. She’s all in like immediately and it gets to be completely overwhelming. She’ll bring you to the brink and back so many times that it sometimes gets to be infuriating, but it always brings a little excitement into your sex life.

#lemons #organization xiii #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts headcanons

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psi-psina · 5 years

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TOUR19 THE INSULATED WORLD, ZEPP NAGOYA, 19/04/2019

I felt the attempt to write something. :)

00. SE

01. 谿壑の欲

02. Downfall

03. 人間を被る

04. Rubbish Heap

05. Ash

06. Values Of Madness

07. DOZING GREEN

08. 赫

09. Celebrate Empty Howls

10. undecided

11. Ranunculus

12. Devote My Life

13. 軽蔑と始まり

14. 獣慾

15. 詩踏み

16. Followers

17. 鬼眼

18. Revelation of mankind

19. GRIEF

20. 冷血なりせば

Tonight, Nagoya did not have quite the strength of feeling among the fans that we did in Shinkiba, but it was still one of the best Nagoya crowds I’ve experienced and the live was just, incredible. One thing I will say though, is that shimote was not on point tonight, seriously Kaoru’s crowd was just….fuckin deadass, there wasn’t the energy or enthusiasm I’m used to having in shimote at all. The calls for ALL the members were pretty lacklustre compared to Shinkiba as well I must say, and no one in shimote was calling for encore, everyone was just standing there talking, I was like wtf? I kinda wish I’d been in kamite tonight. I was back in the Toshiya pit after being in the middle since the start of this tour and I gotta admit I have missed the view. Idk if it’s just because I am so used to being there, or if it’s because, when you are in the middle, you tend to miss all the other members more because it is almost impossible to look at anything but Kyo when you are in front of him. Or at least, I find it to be so. So I like being a bit to one side usually, and I think I’ll do that again in Osaka.

Unfortunately there were some prissy bitches in the Toshiya crowd that were a bit…unpleasant right at the start. You know those girls who sometimes are in the pit and want a solid,constant halo of space around them and will shove at the back of whoever is in front of them to keep them away…I was watching the chick in front of me do this to the girl standing in front of her during Keigaku and I wanted to smack her because I have had girls do that to me in the pit and it is NOT nice, it’s distracting and makes it extremely difficult to move in tandem with the people in front of you when you’ve got these shovey little hands pressing into your back to keep you in one spot. I once had one randomly shove me so hard while everyone was bouncing that I crashed into the person in front of me. They can be nasty. 😞

And if you’re behind them ah….I began the show directly behind this girl and her friend and every time I touched her due to moving with the rest of the crowd (the pit was MOVING to Keigaku and Downfall and I had to put my hands out at times to make sure I wasn’t being pushed up against her...) she would elbow and shove at me. :/ I was like bitch, what the fuck. There are two or three people and a rail right behind me and people are moving. Ugh, I hate it, it’s such a rude and bitchy way to behave in the pit. Like there is nothing wrong with wanting your own space and wanting to just dance and do your stupid little anime moves but like, just get behind the pit, for god’s sake. :( Anyway, she was being so nasty that by Downfall I got tired of being shoved and elbowed at, and admittedly, just started shoving her right back. Like honestly just go away, no one here wants that nonsense anywhere near them. Thankfully they moved somewhere else pretty fast and everyone was able to just settle in the their spots and it was lovely. However there was one other girl a few places ahead of me who stayed where she was and just flatly refused to headbang or move with the crowd for the entire show, people were smacking into her so much in songs like Juuyoku and Grief and Reiketsu, and if she wanted to stick out she certainly accomplished that. >.>

The members were in a fantastic mood though, Toshiya was absolutely glowing and Kaoru and Die were both really energetic and giving heaps of attitude and they moved around the stage a lot. Their outfits were all pretty much the same as has been described from the earlier gigs. Die REALLY sticks out in his red and white getup but it’s also oddly complimentary/in sync with Toshiya’s style. They’re both wearing these SUPER feminine, flowing outfits. And then Kaoru and Kyo also look kinda complimentary to me. Kyo looks sooooooooo good in these suits man, like this whole mafia-don aesthetic he’s got going on right now is sooooo sexy and those suits are, unsurprisingly, tailored to perfection like there have been a few moments he’s been in silhouette up on his crate and I literally cannot breathe bc of the POWER. He’s got a few different ones that he’s mixing and matching, I distinctly recall he was wearing a double-breasted jacket in Shinkiba (day 2) but I think he’s only worn that once. Tonight for encore he wore a lacey white dress shirt that I haven’t seen him in before this.

Kyo entered the stage smoking one of his chocolate cigarettes, which he smoked throughout Keigaku. I don’t think he smoked elsewhere during the set until the end? But I could be wrong. The first chunk of the set up to Values went by so fast, it was so much fun. Like seriously, Downfall, Ningen, Rubbish Heap??? HEAVEN. Kyo calls on us to sing during Downfall in the EXACT parts I wanted to UGHHHH. Downfall has turned into one of my absolute favourite songs live and off the album, it’s been such a grower. It amuses me that fans still don’t really raise their fists during Rubbish Heap but just have their hand raised like usual 😂 come on guys, get it together. But there was furious headbanging right from the start of Rubbish Heap tonight it was sooooo good.

At one point in the first part of the set Kyo came over and visited Kaoru, he walked around behind him and sang next to him for a moment with his arm around his back, it looked like he was on the verge of doing something mischievous but then decided not to, and let Kaoru off the hook 😂 It may have been during Ash, but I can’t remember. Dozing Green was absolutely AH-MAZING again, it didn’t top day 2 at Shinkiba, but it was up there with it. I love the way fans in all the cities have been moving and mouthing along with the lyrics so passionately. All the guys are feeling that song DEEP and it just works SO well in this setlist…it’s a perfect way to lead into Aka, it’s like it builds the mood right into that song and they compliment each other perfectly right down to the lighting…Dozing Green is lit with these cool blues and greens and then Aka floods the stage blood red. Tonight’s Aka was a lot more controlled from Kyo than the performances in Tokyo and Hiroshima, but no less beautiful. And Celebrate Empty Howls is an odd one… It’s in the dead centre of the setlist, right in the middle of the atmospheric section but it’s such an oddball… I feel like it would be a lot better placed in between Ranunculus and Devote but, that’s just me! After Celebrate there is a breather where chairs are brought out for undecided.

Kyo cried terribly when he sang undecided tonight, it was absolutely heart wrenching and he continued to be very teary through Ranunculus and gave a still more emotional performance than I had yet seen ;____; He screams out terribly after the bridge every time, and every time I’ve thought there couldn’t possibly be a more emotional performance and then he….. ;__; I meant to check on Kaoru and Toshiya during Ranunculus tonight to see if they sang along at all but I could not take my eyes off Kyo. I do recall Die caught my attention at a few moments though, he is incredibly passionate in Ranunculus like he is in Rinkaku,

Getting hit with Devote right after Ranunculus is kind of emotional whiplash and I find it difficult to get fully into it when it’s in that place in the setlist, I just can’t feel it fully when I’m still in the immediate aftermath of Ranunculus, especially when the performances are so intense. Ranunculus into Devote is the only thing I have to say against this setlist, it would just be so much better to have a slightly milder song leading out of Ranunculus. 😞

Kyo went craaaazy during Devote and Keibetsu, he headbanged and threw his body around violently, and I can’t remember much else because of my own headbanging. Kyo calls on us to shout “zankoku na~!” during Devote and “saa iwaeyo kizu ni!!” during Keibetsu and I remember Toshiya coming right to the front and heavily egging us on during Keibetsu, he got really excited during that song.

Kyo did not cry when singing Followers tonight, like Aka it felt a much more controlled performance than those in Hiroshima and (especially) Tokyo. Tonight oddly made me cry though, I think because i paid more attention to the backdrop than I have in the previous performances. Credit to @theghostinmyroom for pointing this out first, the imagery during Followers includes Jesus the Redeemer, and a naked skeletal figure seen from behind sitting in foetal position. Parts of the english lyrics are projected throughout the song, particularly the phrases “That is me, This is me” and “No matter how cruel the world is” and towards the end there are vague images of each of the members, the final of which is Kyo singing in silhouette. ♡ Followers did not strike me as a song the way it did a lot of others and the same was true for me when it’s performed live…everything about the song is quite indirect imho, however the rapport between band (particularly Kyo) and the fans I have found has steadily grown with each performance…the emotions are layering on. ♡ On the first night at Shinkiba, Kyo raised his hand toward us at the end of the song which prompted many fans to respond, and we held out our hands until the final notes had faded. On the second night, and tonight in Nagoya, Kyo held out his hand to us as the song began. This reaching out brought a much stronger feeling to the song.

I think Followers would have also fared better on this tour mid-set tbh, it seems in an odd place that’s sort of disconnected from all the other songs lol. And like with Ranunculus, there’s no time to bask in the afterglow of the emotion because then, we’re immediately hit with Kigan LOL. KIGAN IS SOOOO MUCH FUN, and Toshiya was SUPER into it tonight, Kyo is very naughty and playful during this song as well and likes to feel himself a bit 😛 I love the part where he tells us to jump.

Annndd the rest is a blur, Grief and Reiketsu? GOD TIER. OH, There was one moment in the encore that was just lakjsdnlfkjasdf, we were talking about it after the show. Before Grief or Reiketsu, i can’t remember, Kyo was riling everyone up with all his usual cursing and attitude, it was all fuckers this and bastards that, and then he just randomly used keigo? He just suddenly asked super politely ”行きますか?” it was just KASJNALKJNFKSDJ

#tour19 tiw #dir en grey

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Interesting story, you say? Let's hear it!

oof okay friendo buckle up bc it’s a bumpyass ride!!

So, the first thing y’all need to know is that poltergeists aren’t actually ghosts/spirits, per say. They’re energy, created by people, and they most often linger in houses. You know how some places feel really good when you step inside?? That’s good energy. It means not a lot of bad stuff has happened in that place, and the owners/the house are happy. Poltergeists are what happen when a lot of negative shit is going on. It might be because of hard times/a dysfunctional family/an abusive or unhealthy relationship/etc. If something unpleasant is going on, especially for an extended amount of time, a poltergeist will start to form. It’s inevitable. And it is important to note, if there is a person who is sensitive to energy/emotions/spirits, they will A) be able to add more to the poltergeist than anyone else (with or without knowing it), and B) will be more sensitive to the affects.

Now that all that’s out of the way:

our old house has one fuck of a poltergeist, mates.

My granddad (my Dad’s dad) is very sick, so we had to stop our happy caravan travels around Australia and buy a (very cheap and old) house in the middle of a literal desert to be closer to him (and did so immediately, of course.) It was a whiplash from having the time of our lives to being stuck in the little worse situation (for us.)

Everybody was worried about my granddad, we got little to no rain ever, there were a lot of thunder storms (which our dogs hate) and high winds, it got to 50 degrees Celsius in summer, we had animals to take care of (3 dogs, 3 chickens and 2 ducks) and in winter we didn’t even have to light the fire often, we were isolated from all our family and friends, and so poor from the sudden unexpected stop of our trip that sometimes we couldn’t afford food.

To put it simply: hard times.

Signs of a poltergeist:

A general uncomfortable/nervous/depressed feeling whenever you walk into the house, even if nothing is technically ‘wrong’

Things mysteriously vanishing/cupboard doors opening/strange noises/unsettled animals

Nightmares (especially ones that seem specifically targeted at things that you fear most or that upset you the most)

Odd red marks on your body (insect bites/scratches/dots)

The sensation of being watched

Drafts where there weren’t any drafts before

General feeling of not being alone/safe even when you are

Sudden mood swings (especially to extreme anger or extreme sadness)

More of a tendency to argue than usual

Catastrophic thoughts

Intrusive/bad thoughts

Depression/lethargy

Bad luck (everything that should go right always seems to go wrong)

Never seeming to be able to be truly happy in the house

you get the gist, bad shit

[note: if any of these things are happening, I strongly advise you go to your doctor and psychologist before anything else]

It started off small at first. About a year in to our stay in the house. I started feeling drafts on the back of my neck when I tried to sleep. As I said, we’d lived here for a year, so I kind of knew what to expect from the house by now. I knew which boards creaked/etc. But it was not one of the many windy days, and the draft wasn’t sporadic. It was like a rhythum. Almost like somebody was literally leaning over the bed and breathing on the back of my neck. It got so bad and so regular I could feel it moving my hairs (back when I had long hair) and tickling my face. But when I turned over to look, I couldn’t see anything. It didn’t happen all the time, even on the windy days. It was just some nights, which made it even weirder. (Note: I checked my window was shut and even slept with my door closed a few nights to see. It still happened.)

More small things started happening. Pens would go missing. The dogs were unsettled a lot. Any plants we tried to keep in the house died. We all started to feel edgy for no reason, started to have more arguments than we’ve ever had before. Everybody started to feel uneasy. It got to the point where I was scared to shut my eyes. Once, I had a run of almost a week of horrific nightmares, one after the other, every single night I had the same type of dream, where my dog was in agony and the only thing I could do to help her was to kill her with my bare hands. Again, I was terrified to go to sleep. I dreaded it. My Mum and Dad started to feel the exact same way.

My Mum started getting weird insect bite marks every single night. Two red dots, like a spider bite. She washed all the sheets, even tried sleeping in different rooms. Still woke up with them every morning, all over her body. My Dad and I took turns sharing the bed with her, but we never had the same bites. Though one morning I did wake up to my leg stinging, and it turned out there were two long, raw scratches down the inside of my thigh (there was nobody/nothing in the bed with me that could have done it, it was fresh, and I bite my fingernails to stubs out of anxiety so I couldn’t have made such a defined, clear scratch myself.) In our last few weeks in the house, my Dad actually got bitten by something while in bed, his finger bled and everything, but nothing was there, he stayed up for an hour on a work night just to find evidence of a mouse or something to please his skeptic mind, couldn’t find anything.

Worth noting is that my Mum and I both believe in the paranormal (and are sensitive to it), but my Dad doesn’t. And even he started mentioning the fact that he “felt like he was being watched” and that he was having a lot of bad dreams. And, here’s the kicker: he was having intrusive thoughts. Not ‘I’m gonna kill my family’ or anything like that, but things like “Dad’s not going to get better. I’m a failure. What’s the point? I’m worthless. Everybody hates me.” And you should all know, my Dad is THE most chipper, happiest, most positive peanut on the planet. He’s the only mentally healthy one in our little family and he NEVER thinks things like that. Not even when he is under intense stress. One night he even said he heard something in the room with him, clear as day, he was absolutely 100% sure one of the dogs had somehow gotten into the room, but when he looked, there was nothing there.

At that point, my Mum and I started to rethink the steep decline of our mental health. Because we’d always had problems, but not to this extent. We were having the exact same bad thoughts, but hadn’t really thought twice about it, since we’re The Mentally Unhealthy y’know. We started to rethink things: how instantly we’d feel better when we stepped out of the house, all the weird marks, all the weird dreams and drafts and noises and disappearing objects and everything else. I was also having a lot of headaches/stomach aches/nose bleeds at this point. It was honestly like you’d fall into a trance whenever you stepped into the house; it honest to god felt like you had the life slowly drained out of you. Even our goddamn neighbours noted it when they came over to visit.

The only way to get rid of a poltergeist is a crap-ton of sage and white light, and by starving it - getting rid of all the negative energy in your own lives and forcing yourself to be more positive. At this point though, we were already planning on moving out, so we didn’t really have time… and our situation wasn’t improving, either, so hard to be positive. Long story short, we toughed it out, and moved.

I should tell you, even though technically these last few months in this new house have probably been the most stressful and depressing few months we’ve ever had - we’ve all been sleeping like babies, we’ve had no more of the weird thoughts or depression, no more nightmares, no more weird drafts, all our animals have been perfectly content, and we’ve had no more red marks. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I think my Dad may not be quite so skeptical anymore, tbh.

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sullenchoir · 5 years

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♪♪

For every ♪ in my inbox I’ll post a song I listen to for character inspiration. || Accepting

Cult Boyfriend - Jeffrey Lewis

I’m a cult boyfriend, not a mainstream showI’m lonely or I’m worshiped by a lady in the knowWhen you’re a cult boyfriend life’s always intenseThey love me or they hate me no one’s on the fence

[…]

For every time I couldn’t get a second date or even firstWhy does one think I’m the best when all the rest think I’m the worstAll of those times no one at all wanted to knowIf I’m really all that awesome wouldn’t more people think so?

I guess Cult Boyfriend is the term for meIt’s always been quality over quantityA cult boyfriend’s like a record in a bargain binNo one knows what it’s worth ‘til a collector comes in

Hm, who are some cult literary figures I could honorMaybe J. G. Ballard or Flannery O'ConnorHaagus and Fugu, that’s like food for cult eatersJim Jones, Charles Manson, Fater Yed, they’re cult leaders

Anyways the point being, do I have to magical?Can’t we date a few months and then move on normal and casual?Suicidally alone and the totally smotheredIt’s so much pressure when you go from one extreme to the other

((when this song popped into my spotify recommendations, i was honestly really surprised and delighted to find that it’s one of those songs that are REALLY REALLY RELATABLE for ur character!! This tbh is the first song i’ve came across that isn’t just ‘i’m famous and this is how i feel’ this is specifically about being famous, but not THAT famous and how mari gets kinda whiplash between being adored to an almost cultish level, and then once he leaves the tri-state area all he seems to get is “so who are you again?” All of the above applies, but i really wanted to bold the bits that especially relate/stand out))

Why Didn’t You Stop Me? - Mitski

I know that I ended it, butWhy won’t you chase after me?You know me better than I doSo why didn’t you stop me?

Why didn’t you stop meAnd paint it over?

I look for a picture of youTo keep in my pocketBut I can’t seem to find oneWhere you look how I rememberLook how I rememberLook how I rememberPaint it over

((like…every mitski song is Mari. This is the Marion Experience, he’ll push somebody away because he’s splitting and sorta expect them not to take what he’s saying at face value because he’s having an episode. That they should somehow know sure he’s telling them he hates them, and never wants to see them again but they should know he’s just in a mood. NOT GREAT, TO BE SURE.))

#off stage ⛤ | ooc #and you shall receive ⛤ | answered #hostnamexception #suicide mention//

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64. It’s two sugars, right?

genre · * . fluff . * bulleted scenario *. boyfriend!au˚ ✵

pairing ·*⋆ reader ✦ .*· boyfriend!jackson .· *

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✧.˚*.✦· what jackson would be like as a boyfriend .✺·˚✫.˚·　

♥ requested by anon ♥

jackson would be the best boyfriend. hands down.

like, you already know it

he loves taking care of you

he’s always said that he didn’t want a girlfriend until he’s able to take care of himself first

so, since you’re dating, he definitely knows how to take care of you

and really freaking well at that

he’s always making sure you eat

sending you text messages and reminders to not skip meals

cooks for you!

whenever he has the chance he’ll make some traditional cantonese meals and always makes sure you wash it down with some organic!! green tea

if you’re ever feeling sick or unwell

he’d do everything in his power to help you feel better

name one thing you want and he will have it in a split second

stays at home and cuddles with you for hours even if he can get sick too

“i have a strong immune system y/n, don’t underestimate me”

wraps you up in like seven blankets, just in case you’re cold

would probably feed you medicine ngl ndjsdns

if you ever want a cup of tea or food

you wouldn’t even have to ask, he’d just know

“it’s two sugars, right?”

forces you to get out of bed when he thinks you’re almost better

“fresh air is good for you”

has an emergency first aid kit at home too

because you’re super clumsy and always manage to end up with at least one bruise or cut each week

but anyways

he is super sweet and takes such good care of you :((

DATES WITH HIM !!!

this dude would either be super romantic or super chill there’s never an in-between because he doesn’t want to half ass anything with you

he’d take you to fancy restaurants and nights in the city with walks along the river most nights

and rent those couple bikes djasjsk

or just stargaze on the grass and pull you super close to him to keep you warm

but sometimes you’d chill at home and have a game night while just messing with each other and competing in games

he would also buy you roses and boxes of expensive chocolate just because he wants to spoil you

occasionally a bottle of wine or champagne depending on the occasion and his mood

you tried to tell him its not a good habit to have but he refuses to listen djajnksq

and other times he would take you out shopping and just !! spoil the hell out of you he’s literally unstoppable

he likes to wear matching clothes BDJSBJS

whatever outfit you have on, if it’s a date, there’s 110% chance he’ll wear the same pattern or colour

or those cringey couple t-shirts with half a heart

and he’d glue himself to you for the night to complete it omg can he stop pls

if any guys ever bothered you he’d get super protective

he’d glare at them and whisper warnings until they backed off or just took your hand and pulled you away from them

his eyes are really intimidating so he exudes a lot of strong aura? that just tells people not to mess with him

if they don’t get the message he’ll just take you away so that he doesn’t get too angry

if antis ever bothered you, he’d get extremely pissed off and mad

it’s one thing to hate on him, but if anyone ever talked badly about you, it would hurt and affect him so much

you are one of the most precious people to him so if anyone decides to disrespect you, it really bothers him and he will to hesitate to call them out or make them apologise no one disrespects you and gets away with it

the first time you met was at a banquet for one of jackson’s designer brand endorsements a really fancy one

there was a lot of overseas guests so you were working as a translator for the night

when jackson first heard your voice from the speakers, his head whipped around the room so fast to try and locate you that he almost got whiplash

it was literally angelic and he wanted to be able to listen to you all day

he made such a scene trying to find you and asking all sorts of staff members where you were locate

he did eventually find you, backstage behind the velvet curtain and practically in the dark but since he likes to be dramatic

he calls it love at first sight like romeo and juliet

ngl you could barely see him at first but the whole room lit up when you made eye contact

you were in the middle of interpreting someone’s speech but literally went speechless after your eyes met his

there was an awkward silence when you just stopped speaking and you both stared at each other

then you came to your senses and stuttered out translations that definitely didn’t make any sense oops

he had taken you out from behind the curtain after you were done for the day and introduced himself as he pulled you onto the dance floor with him

you were completely undressed compared to all the other people in the venue but jackson didn’t let you think too much about anything other than him

being under his gaze made you super flustered, even if you were usually confident

and it was like you had no control over your body at all in that moment

there was just something about him, and his gaze was so strong and dazzling that it intimidated you slightly and rendered you immobile

you didn’t know how to slow dance, or even dance tbh

you were going to make a fool of yourself

but then jackson grabbed one of your hands, and put the other on your waist

whispering instructions so that you wouldn’t accidentally step on his feet with your heels he wanted to keep his toes thanks

you swayed along together and slowly got to know each other

it turns out jackson was just here as a model unlike the original chaebol position you thought he had he was just that powerful huh

he constantly cracked jokes and pick up lines as you danced to help you loosen up to the atmosphere and hearing your laugh for the first time was like music to his ears he fell so hard for you

the night progressed and naturally, you fell deeper for each other

right as you were departing and about to leave, jackson grabbed your wrist and spun you around like in those melodramas or cinderella dsjdaks

and he kissed you! for the first time

his lips felt like honey and they just melted when they came into contact with yours

you left with a tingling sensation and a thumping heart, with his phone number etched onto your palm with black pen ink

he had pestered you for like a whole week after that night, asking if you were free so he could take you on a date

but you had events scheduled every night so jackson just, showed up at one of them instead of chasing you

it wasn’t on purpose he claims dnjdnsj

but he did pull some strings in order to become an invited guest at the party what wouldn’t he do for you at this point

after you were finished and on your way out, jackson took your hand and danced with you again

stating that he wasn’t satisfied with your dance skills

it was obviously just an excuse but what were you gonna do? say no??

he took you home that night because he refused to leave you without a definite date planned

he had never been happier in his entire life

then he planted a big sloppy kiss on your cheek before driving away and leaving you to laugh at him

that was how your relationship was for a while until eventually, you were spending nights at his house instead of yours

which leads you to where you are now

jackson’s the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ever ask for

and you have no idea how you got so lucky

his bright personality also made the relationship 100 times better

since he was always joking and laughing, you usually were too

he just made your life so much happier and you could probably never live without him now

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