#godless is being weird don’t worry about it

[godlesslostsoul]

Now that I’m not geeking out as much, I just want to say how much I love the cast of PJO. Every single one of them is playing the characters straight from the book with their own little details in there. I just I love I LOVE

[bangtanmix73]

Being best friends with Paul Lahote

Warnings: Gn!human!reader, platonic, swearing, dog jokes, slight mention of sex (not with reader), Rachel (Paul’s actual imprint), might make one for each of the pack members, I have more for a whole part 2

Chaos duo.

He’d take you cliff diving, even if you’re scared of heights. If you refuse to, he pick you up and jump with you.

You poke fun at other pack members together.

You jokingly insult each other, none being taken to heart. Of course, if you have boundaries, he wouldn’t cross them. He can be a dick, but he’s respectful <3.

Just randomly texts you “you wanna go raid Jacob’s kitchen?”

You’re friends with Rachel. She was iffy about you at first, but once she realized you and Paul have the ‘everyone thinks you’re a couple, but you’re not’ friendship with no romantic feelings on either sides, she warmed up to you.

Dog jokes.

“You should phase so I can play tug of war with you” “ok, first of all, fuck you..” “or maybe fetch”

Rachel definitely calls you when she doesn’t know what to do with him

He’d talk about his ‘fun nights’ with Rachel and you’d just sit there like “this is the same guy I made slime with 15 minutes ago.”

Coming up with weird nicknames for each other, mainly insulting.

“Wolf boy”, “ratatouille built bitch”, “dense prick”, “bland pork chops”, “godless thot”.

Absolutely goes to a random fast food restaurant at 2am with you.

Can be protective of you if you’re into guys, only because he knows how they think and how the world is :/.

He’s fine with you dating, he’s not your dad, but if they’re toxic? Hell no, he ain’t tolerating it. Break up now.

Don’t even think about going near the Cullens. He doesn’t 1. Want you to get hurt, turned, or killed. 2. He doesn’t want to lose his best friend to one of them.

If you ever go missing, it’s probably his fault. He drags you out of bed at 8am, into the woods, just for his entertainment.

“If I got a cat, would it piss you off?”

When it snows, he drags you out early in the morning with the pack. You go on a drive, not just any drive…someone drives, someone holds the rope, at the end of rope is a sled, and someone’s on that sled.

One word: wrestling.

Now he’s not very rough with you like he is with the others, but that’s only because of his super strength.

Having deep conversation late at night then laughing at whatever was said and making jokes.

If you’re upset, he’s not very good at comfort, but he’s good at listening. Sometimes you’d have to remind him to listen and not go beat someone’s ass.

If you have your period, again he’s not good at comfort, but he’ll buy sweets and drinks at the first sign. He’d throw them like grenades then duck and hide. It’s entertaining to watch really.

Since he imprinted on Rachel, the three of you have spent a lot of time together. Which means, (if you have your period), yours and hers are in sync.

You and Rachel are the only people he’s actually scared of. 

One time you fell while climbing a tree, he won’t admit it, but he was worried about you.

You were doing something you parents told you not to do once and he threatened to snitch on you. It didn’t work well for him, you took off your shoe, throw it at him, he fell and you dragged him outside and left him there.

You get along well with the pack. You’re not fond of Bella because she hit Paul. You can’t lie, you probably would’ve punched her if you were there.

You think Jacob’s fun when he doesn’t go on and on about Bella.

When Paul has time off from patrol, he’d take Rachel and you on dinner dates.

Always together. People ask where’s the other when they’re not there.

“The coffee shop guy asked me where the ‘ripped gang dude’ was because ‘I’m always with you.”

Rachel’s Halloween idea was her as Lilo, you as stitch, and, for her entertainment, Paul as the big sister, Nani.

If you’re shorter than him, he makes fun of you for it all the time.

“Aww does Y/n need help down?” “Hey Rachel, I hope you didn’t want Paul alive.”

Probably has copies of your baby photos for blackmail.

In marko polo, you yell “Paulo” instead of polo.

Two hot best friends

[the-fiction-witch]

Grown up Halloween day 29 The Child

Media godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating dark

Grown up Halloween day 29

I sat at my desk in the office playing with the little bullet in my hand as I flipped through my little magazine, I heard the door open and close so I glanced up seeing maggie standing there heading inside and sitting with her hat on the hook 

"Hiya maggie" I smiled 

"Hiya whitey" she smiled 

"where's bill at?"

"you know same as I do" she shrugs "How you doing whitey?"

"Tired" I answered setting my magazine down 

"so I heard" she laughs sitting down across from me "How's it going?" 

"Well I'm having fun" I shrug 

"I'm sure you are" she laughs "Any news?"

"Not yet, But I'm sure there will be soon," I told her 

"You excited?"

"More than anything" I smiled "I never thought I wanted to be a dad. Now I can't wait to get her pregnant"

"Something to do with the process no doubt" she smirked

"It helps"

"Any ideas on names yet?"

"she likes Lilly for a girl."

"Lilly?"

"she likes flower names. every name she's come up with for a girl is damn flower. Lilly. rose. dasiy. juniper"

"I like juniper"

"Yeah I do too"

"for a boy?"

"whitey jr."

"Really?"

"Of course" I laughed and as I did the door opened and I saw my beautiful wife y/n poking her head in the door

"Whitey"

"Yes darling?"

"It's time"

"Ohh already?" I smirked as she ran off home so I grabbed my jacket "do excuse me Maggie." I smirked happily running off after her to our little house.

I smiled so warm and cosy cuddled up in my bed with y/n still a little exhausted, the moment I saw y/n I knew I loved her more then anything, when her and her fathers cart came into town looking for a fresh place to live and it didn't take long for the two of us to be courting, and even married within the year, Maggie and bill thought if lost my mind doing things so fast but I'd never met anyone like her and I love her so very much. I knew even before we were married how much she wanted to be a mummy I had never much thought about being a dad then again I never much thought about getting married till I met her. And after a few months of being married I couldn't help thinking of the life we could have, of coming home from the office to my beautiful wife and children so I didn't need much in the way of convincing. That and I'll be completely honest any excuse to get to make love to her more often I was taking. But we started trying for a baby in December. It's now August. And still nothing. Not as much as a missed period. I tried not to let her know my worries about it but I was starting to get very concerned.

We had tried everything.

Every position possible.

Every order and arrangement.

Every book we could read about we had read, twice!

Every weird little thing the ladies of town had suggested to us.

And I mean everything.

And still nothing had worked.

I mean I was still happy to try but I know every month when that trail of blood flowed down her confirming again she wasn't pregnant it broke her sweet little heart.

I didn't know what else to do!

I know she desperately wants a baby and I do too, but more then that I just wanna see her happy. Whatever it takes.

I hurried home excitedly for our usual session but as soon as I did I hear her little tears

"Y/n? What's the matter my darling?" I cooed going over to her where she laid in our bed crying

She didn't even speak she simply moved my hand to her stomach for a moment I was overjoyed but her tears, and I noticed the pool of blood on our sheets. I gave her a sweet kiss and tucked her in cuddling her close "it's okay. We'll try again when you feel better."

"What if we cant have a baby whitey?"

'no. No. No. Don't talk like that. It'll all be okay. I promise"

I saw today a small caravan had pitched up just outside down a traveler women. Some of the ladies of labelle had gone out to her and did some dealings for things. I tucked y/n into bed after our evening together giving her a gentle kiss before I got dressed and headed out the house. I was as quiet as a mouse sneaking out to the little caravan a lamp still on in the darkness so I knocked and soon enough the door opened.

"Hello dear boy" she smiled her body withered and her hair a matted grey

"Hello"

"Come in dear boy come in" she smiled so I followed her inside looking at all the various tools and bottles she had "do you seek tea? Or perhaps a reading?" She asks

"No. Uhhh I wanted your help"

"With?"

"I... I need something important. To help with something"

"A sickness?"

"I suppose"

"Hum. Tell me about her"

"About who?"

"Your wife? That is who is sick isn't it?"

"Well... I don't know exactly"

"Speak. And I will do as I can"

"My wife... Wants a child. More than anything. We have yet to be successful"

"Patients is the best road to success"

"Over a year."

"What?"

"We've been trying over a year. Nothing. Please... I know the sorts of things you sell. Tonics and potions. I don't know If there is something wrong with me or with her but... I don't care. I don't care what it takes or what it costs. I just want her to be happy"

"Are you sure this is what you want dear boy?"

"More then anything. I can't bare to see her like this. There must be something you can do"

"There is. But I warn you it comes with a price as all things do"

"Whatever the price is I'll take it"

"Now now. A child born from this here potion will be of mother and of father yes. But it will be connected to the other side and other realm in a way you can never imagine. It will have a destiny from the moment of conception. Do you accept this price?"

I thought about it for a moment afraid what that could mean but

"But if we take this she will become pregnant"

"It's never failed"

"Deal" I nodded

She smirked and took a small bottle from her shelf handing it to me

"How much?"

"The price will be paid in time" she smirked "go, both must drink but a drop and the child will form"

I nodded and hurried back to town I was nervous holding this in my hand to think what it would all mean when I arrived home she was awake just about to get dressed so I smiled and cuddled her tightly

"Hey"

"Hello, where have you been?'

"Work. But I uhh I got something for us" I smirked showing her the bottle

"What is it?"

"Some old tonic bill said he used to have it before him and his wife would...snuggle. I thought we'd give it a try?"

"Alright can't hurt I suppose" she smiled giving me a kiss I took my sip and she had one too "oohh that's horrible"

"Yeah that does not taste good. But let's give it a try then come on my sweet little oven let's see if we can get some buns cooking" I smirked tugging her into bed.

I sat at my desk sorting what ammo we needed to buy for the office as bill was doing some paperwork when the door opened I looked up and saw y/n

"Ohh hello darling" I smiled happy she had come to visit me at work but she jumped onto my desk and hugged me tighter then I had ever been hugged giving me a million kisses"whoa! Hello hello darling what's the matter?" I laughed

"I'm pregnant!" She smiled

"You- you mean it?"

"Of course"

"Your pregnant!" I smiled unable to stop my tears of joy giving her a hug and as many kisses as I could manage

"Congratulations" bill laughed at us

I was allowed to go home with her given we where a mess of tears and kisses and I couldn't help smiling so widely as we cuddled in our bed unable to remove my hands from her stomach

"I love you so much darling"

"I love you too whitey"

"We finally get our little family. I can't wait for baby to be born"

I did as many shifts in the office as I could in the early months wanting to make sure I had time to take off once babies born even if it meant I missed little moments even if she often came and sat in the office so I could take care of her and feel her bump grow.

Something we noticed it all seemed to be going so fast. Things meant to take months took weeks, weeks days it was strange how fast her bump grew but we meerly laughed and thought baby was excited to come out and meet us even if it did worry me given the... Circumstances of its conception.

I had noticed too how violent the baby was kicking and moving so much you'd see her stomach move but all the ladies of town assured us it was fairly normal we just weren't use to it given its our first child and we are still young.

I sat on the office having a cookie when Maggie burst in making me jump

"Y/n's in labour!"

"What!" I yelled

"That's not possible she's only four Months pregnant" bill added

"I'm telling you one hundred percent she's in labour!" She yelled

I grabbed my jacket a bolted home as fast as I could seeing the other ladies taking care of her and she was indeed in labour.

It was harsh, violent, her screams louder then anything else I'd ever heard. Her stomach contorting and moving with each push as if something was alive inside her. At points seeing hand prints and foot prints in her skin from below it.

I couldn't bare to watch her in this pain and the ladies wanted me out the way so they kicked me outside to wait leaving me to pase nervously for hours until atlast the door opened I had a hundred questions but they merely walked away so I headed inside seeing her laid on the bed a sign of relief in her face even if she had been thought hell and in her arms a baby snuggly wrapped in a blanket she had knitted "hey, you okay?"

"Yes. Little one decided it was time and was not taking no for an answer"

"Humm that's my baby" I laughed giving the little babies head a kiss "so?"

"Meet little juniper"

"Juniper. She's beautiful. Just like her mother" I smiled giving them both a big cuddle and as many kisses as I could manage "look at her. Our sweet little baby girl"

"There uhh is something though whitey"

"What is it? Something wrong?" I asked

She nodded seeming fearful, she gently stroked the babies cheek making her giggle and open her eyes a tiny bit and her eyes...

They where as black as coal but she was happy giggly like nothing was wrong but the child.. had the eyes of a demon.

But... I didn't care she was our baby our daughter I gave her head a kiss and stroked her little cheek

"Well... She's extra special then"

"Yeah, extra special" she smiled

[grayrazor]

Discovered that the 1955 movie adaptation of Chesley Bonestell’s book “Conquest of Space” is on Amazon Prime.

It seems more “real” than most other pre-Mir space movies because of how minimalist and claustrophobic the sets are. Acting is very stiff, stageplay-like. It’s a weird contrast.

Miniature effects haven’t held up as well as those in, say, Forbidden Planet or War of the Worlds, but then those movies were a lot less ambitious.

(cinematic parallels)

I wanna try those food pills ngl

Weird that the Japanese astronaut has the “Rising Sun” flag on his locker. Maybe that variant was perceived as more recognizable to Americans in the 50s?

Also, the Swedish guy has a flag with a jagged edge like a pennant, so there’s a lot of vexillogocal weirdness.

Wait, I thought I was mishearing, was the Japanese guy really named Dr. Imouto?

lmao, the big spaceship still has a sparkler for its exhaust like in the 1940s Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon serials.

Ooh they’re getting topical, talking about the Bible.

“Is it right for us to go into space when we’ve been given the Earth?” Vs. “The universe was put here for Man to conquer.” Which of those is the conservative and which is the liberal position have completely inverted since this movie came out.

I’ve heard that the plot about a religious fanatic trying to sabotage the mission already felt dated in 1955. I wonder how much of that was because of a propaganda campaign to get Americans on board with the Space Race, “It’s not blasphemy if it’s to beat those godless commies!”

Dang, nobody had any idea what an asteroid looked like up close back then.

The space funeral is still pretty haunting. It would be darn creepy to look out the window and see your friend’s corpse just hanging there like a ghost.

They got how Mars looks almost right. Kudos on that. Guess it was a lot easier to see with telescopes of the time.

They portray Mars as having a blue sky and it being safe to take the gloves of your spacesuit off. Before Mariner showed how thin Mars’s atmosphere is, before Viking showed how toxic the dirt is.

Why’d they even bring a gun on this trip? Is there not enough explosive stuff on a spaceship already?

Like, yeah, some real astronauts carried guns, but that was as likely to be a hunting rifle or shotgun for foraging if they went off course than a pistol. I'd assume the mission to Mars would be a bit better observed to avoid landing in Soviet Siberia or something. I guess it still makes more sense than, say, the Soyuz crew in Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter's "Time Odyssey" having a gun. Like, I wouldn't think you need to worry about accidentally landing in hostile territory as much when you've got both American and Russian astronauts aboard.

Aww, they got a white Christmas on Mars. :3 Unclear why the rocket needs to be perfectly vertical for them to take off. Doesn't seem like a “The Martian” situation where they’re afraid of tipping over. Listen, I’ve played Kerbal Space Program, you can just adjust your flight angle after blastoff! Is the mission so perfectly calibrated that they don’t have the ability to steer at all?

[eepy-pleepy]

It’s Not Everest (No Vacancy)

The neon “NO” is hidden behind an overgrown shrub, so Dean pulls the Impala into the motel parking lot before they can see that it is, in fact, lit.

“Awesome.” Dean says in a tone that clearly doesn’t think so, and whips the car around to pull back onto the dark road. They immediately hit a pothole and Sam’s head bumps the ceiling.

“Ow, wait, Dean, we didn't go check with the office, maybe they just left the sign lit because they can’t freaking see it–”

“No, Sam, every goddamn motel in this godless town is full up and I don’t particularly feel like walking into another musty fucking office just to have them tell me I need to learn how to read. It’s too damn late, I’m too damn tired, I’m just gonna find a pull-off where the cops won’t feel the need to be our 5AM wake-up call and we’re sleeping in Baby. Fuck it.” He emphasizes the last sentence by throwing the car into park, all seventeen feet of shiny black metal successfully hidden behind a bank of tall, scraggly shrubs off the shoulder of the road. Dean kills the engine and the early summer evening rises to fill the silence with the musical stylings of several hundred crickets.

“Dean.”

“We’ve done it before, Sam.”

“I know we have. What about Cas?”

Dean looks over at the passenger’s side. Sitting shotgun, Cas looks back at him, his eyes just a dark glint in the moonlight.

“I can just... keep watch outside.” He says.

“Bad fucking idea.” Dean snaps. “I wake up in the middle of the night and see you out there lurking, I might shoot you between the eyes. You’re staying in the damn car.”

“Dean, there’s not enough roo–”

“Look, Sammy, passing out is passing out, sitting or lying down. This is a molehill, not Everest. I just need my four hours, damn.”

Dean crams up against the driver’s side door, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his bent knees against the back of the seat between himself and Cas. He’ll worry about bootprints on the leather upholstery when he isn’t so fucking exhausted.

“Jerk.” Sam mutters from the backseat, almost inaudible.

“Goodnight, bitch.”

“Goodnight, Dean. Sam.” Cas murmurs.

“Don’t make it weird, Cas.”

"Goodnight, Cas."

"Thank you, Sam."

Dean gives a little huff through his nose. Cas folds his hands in his lap and turns his head forward to watch the fireflies.

Dean doesn’t like it when Cas watches him sleep. Cas knows this.

But if he doesn't want eyes on him, he shouldn’t be drawing so much attention to himself. This is the fourth time inside of an hour that he’s shifted around, clearly uncomfortable with his sleeping arrangement, six feet of full-grown man trying to figure out how to make three feet work for him.

It's clearly not working out.

Dean's head has fallen against Castiel’s arm. He’s snoring gently, Cas can feel his breath warm through the sleeve of his trench coat.

He shuts his eyes. Pulls his focus down to just this, the upper lefthand side of his body. Feels the weight of Dean's head, the unyielding shape of his skull, the softness of his cheek. Cas turns his head towards him, just to better assess the situation. Not at all to feel the soft tickle of Dean’s hair against his nose and lips. That’s just an... accidental consequence.

Cas feels too big for his own skin. It’s something a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent should be entirely familiar with, but this isn't the feeling of cramming a Chrysler building into a 5-foot-11-inch frame.

This is bigger than that.

The slump of Dean’s body across the seat means that his head is the only thing supported, and it has his neck at a bad angle. If Dean's an angry sleeper, he's even worse with a crick in his neck and Cas doesn't love the idea of being stuck in a car with that tomorrow. He can't pull Dean more flush against his side without the risk of waking him and sending him into a conniption of bruised heterosexuality, so instead, he carefully lifts his arm. It works perfectly: Dean slides forward, falling to lying down with his head in Cas' lap.

The effect is immediate. The uncomfortable pinch between Dean's brows smooths away and he takes a deep, slow breath, settling against his new pillow and sinking into an easier sleep.

Cas hasn't realized he's smiling, yet. It's a tiny, soft thing, the one he gets when he's looking at something precious.

He is.

The moonlight catches the sweep of Dean's eyelashes, the top of his cheek, the shell of his ear, gilding them silver. His lips are parted, plush and dark in the contrast of the pale light. He's slightly curled up on the bench seat and Cas knows it's to fit the small space but that doesn't mean it's not the most fucking endearing thing he's ever seen.

The short hair over Dean's ear is mussed from the way he was slumped like a grumpy turtle past the collars of his shirt and jacket. Delicate, Cas brushes it right again.

Dean shifts, pressing up into his ghost of a touch. Cas draws back, afraid he's been caught doing something definitely not on Dean's approved list of Things Just Friends Do, but Dean doesn't wake. Cas' hand hovers.

He shouldn't. He should return to looking out of the front windshield and prepare the diffusion for when Dean wakes up to find himself sleeping in Cas' lap. That's what he should do.

The trouble is, nothing short of a fucking catastrophe could pull his eyes away from this. Dean is so beautiful, so calm and easy in his slumber, and he's right here, safe and close and warm. Literally right in his lap.

Cas pets Dean's hair, feeling that dangerous constriction again, something so huge and profound it might very well burst him. Dean sleeps on.

"You should tell him."

Sam's voice from the backseat is so quiet it's barely a whisper, but it startles Cas like a gunshot. He turns his head a margin to find Sam watching him, head and shoulders against the back driver's side door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you say something?" Cas tries, matching Sam's barely-there whisper.

"You heard me."

"Tell him what?"

"You love him."

Cas turns his head further so he's not just looking at Sam out of his periphery. There's nothing accusatory in Sam's tone, quiet as it is, or in his posture, cramped as it may be. He looks back at Cas with nothing but the same easy camaraderie he's always shown him, like they're discussing a good book or the lovely weather, not a complete paradigm shift.

In his lap, Dean tucks one hand under Cas' thigh and nuzzles his face deeper against the fabric of his pants. Cas looks down at him again and feels ready to explode into several new galaxies.

"I can't." He breathes.

"Why not?"

"You know your brother, Sam.” Cas says, unable to stop himself from stroking light fingers through Dean’s hair again. “And I’m happy. I refuse to risk losing him in pursuit of something I don’t need from him.”

“You’re right, I do know my brother. Probably better than he’d like to believe.” Sam says. “And I think he might surprise you, given the chance.”

Cas looks back at Sam like he wants to argue, but then just closes his mouth, his jaw bunching. Sam gives a little shrug and sits forward, reaching behind himself for the door handle.

“Just some, uh… food for thought.” He says. “I’m gonna hit the head. I’ll take my time. No particular reason.”

“Sam.”

But Sam’s already unfolding out into the night air, the car rocking as his weight shifts. The crickets are suddenly much louder, invading their little bubble of quiet. In Cas’ lap, Dean twitches.

Sam shuts the car door and Dean sits bolt upright. His gun, dropped in the footwell before he fell asleep, is in his grasp in a blink.

“Sam's just gone to relieve his bladder.” Cas says next to him. Dean squints at him and sniffs, wiping at his groggy eyes, then flicks the safety back on. The gun hits the footwell again with a dull thunk.

"God. Like a damn cashew. You'd think with all that height there'd be more... storage."

Cas is carefully looking forward, and not at the red mark on Dean’s cheek that’s the same shape as the warm spot rapidly cooling on his thigh. Dean rubs at that side of his face.

“Was I…?” He clears his throat. “Uh.”

“Asleep? Yes. I thought that was the idea.”

“Lying on you.”

“You needed to stretch out.”

Dean gives a frustrated sigh. “No, Cas, man, that’s your personal space. You should have shoved me off.”

“It was easier on your neck.” Cas says, still looking straight ahead. “You weren’t bothering me.”

“That’s not the point. You gotta have boundaries.”

“What’s mine is yours, Dean. I have no qualms sharing everything I have with you.”

Dean scoffs, leaning forward over the steering wheel and tilting to pop his spine. “Jesus. You ol’ romantic.”

Cas turns his head to look at Dean. The slightly uncomfortable smirk slowly slips off of Dean’s face. His eyes drop to Cas' lips before he catches himself, and he makes a weak attempt to laugh the charge out of the air between them.

“Man, you gotta figure out your levels. Last person who looked at me like that had me thinking marriage."

“Dean, why do you say things like that?”

Dean’s shoulders shove up under his ears. “You turn eyes like that on some innocent girl she’s gonna up and devote her entire life to you, Cas, I’m just letting you know you gotta tone it down!”

“Why would I turn eyes like this on some innocent girl?”

“Because you’re doin’ it to me like you think it’s a normal thing to do!”

“Dean, maybe you need to figure out how to receive a signal without assuming the other person isn't aware of what they're broadcasting." Cas snaps, then subsides as something like fear flickers across his face.

Dean’s jaw hangs uselessly for a stunned moment.

"Cas. You–"

Cas watches him in the manner of a gazelle waiting for a sudden deadly movement. Dean's gaze flits to Cas’ lips again.

"You. Uh." He says eloquently, and his tongue darts out in a nervous motion. This makes his lips impossible to ignore, shiny and wet in the moonlight.

“It's not Everest." Cas whispers.

"It kinda fuckin' is." Dean says, hoarse.

“Forget it. You should go back to sleep.” Cas says, reaching towards Dean with two fingers. It’s his fighter’s instinct that makes Dean grab them before they can touch his forehead, but it’s something else entirely that bunches his other hand in the front of Cas’ coat and yanks him forward. Cas tumbles gracelessly on top of Dean, and Dean doesn’t give either of them time to think.

At the first touch of Dean’s lips, Cas melts. A tiny sound escapes him, not quite a sigh, not quite a moan, and he’s grasping Dean’s shoulder like it’s the only thing preventing him from falling into the footwell. Their mouths part with a soft, wet noise and Cas meets Dean’s eyes, almost too close to focus on.

His arm is pressed across Dean’s chest from his fall. He can feel Dean’s heartbeat, galloping like an outlaw with the sheriff on his tail, and he understands the feeling.

“Dean.” He croaks.

“Yeah.”

“Do that again.”

Dean nuzzles their noses together, nudges Cas’ mouth in a barely-there brush of lips. Cas touches Dean’s face, dizzy with it, feeling stubble rough on the skin of Dean's jaw. He presses forward, holding Dean’s face like the beloved thing it is, and kisses him reverently. Dean sinks against the door until he’s lying across the seats and shoves his arms up under Cas’ suit jacket, encircling his back.

The crickets play them a love song. It’s entirely lost on them.

When Sam returns, approaching the Impala with caution, he finds his brother asleep with his angel hugged against him like a large, man-shaped teddy bear. Cas glances up, clocking the motion of Sam leaning over to peer through the driver’s window, and there’s a smile on his face that Sam’s never seen on him before.

If happy was what he had been, then this? This is pure, unfiltered bliss.

Sam slides carefully into the back seat and shuts the door as gently as he can.

“I’ll save my I Told You So, but only because you look so cute.” He whispers.

“Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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[eligaxy]

Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

[shyflameweasel]

Divine Meeting

I think Crackpot is his own warning, that weird little creecher.

It was love at first sight, or maybe that was just the blood loss talking. 

All he had done was spread the word of his God to the heathens of Nevada. It was quite the beautiful sermon if he had to say so himself. But the fools only took offense to his wise words. Now here he was, a prophet selflessly trying to spread the good word, bleeding out in an alleyway as a mob of idiots were out for his head. Ugh, he had better times working in the Nexus Tower than here among the masses.

Nothing on him to stem the blood, and no nearby passageways to the sewers for him to get back to his flock. Crackpot sent a prayer to the Higher Powers for salvation for their loyalist follower.

“Huh...hey you alright there?” The cultist jolted, but regretted that a moment as sharp bolts of pain shot through them. With a groan he looked to the alley’s opening. It was hard to make out any features, all Crackpot could really see was a wide brimmed hat. The figure took a step closer. “That really doesn’t look so good there.” “Oh no, as you can see I am quite peachy. Completely and utterly fine.” Crackpot spat. “If you’re here to make a mockery of me go right ahead heathen. But know that you will be smited as a consequence.”

The figure just drew closer, crouching when they got near enough. “Well you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m gonna take that as a reason as to why you’re sitting here.” The figure tilted their head forward, getting a better look at the source of the bleeding. They let out a low whistle, “They sure got you good.” Crackpot jerked back as they reached a hand towards him but immediately regretted it due to the sharp bolts of pain. “Hey careful-” He smacked away the hand. “Don’t lay your unclean hands on me! I refuse to be tainted by a filthy godless peon.”

Crackpot couldn’t see their face but could hear the worry tinge with rising annoyance. “I’m just trying to help. Either you let me do something to stop the bleeding or I can be on my merry way and leave you here. Your choice.” Crackpot glared. “You should be begging me to allow you to assist. What more could any heathen want to do but to serve a prophet in an attempt to cleanse their soul and seek salvation.”

The figure stood up with a huff. Turning around they started to head towards the mouth of the alley. “Whelp, can’t say I didn’t try to be a good samaritan. Better hope that god of yours decides to give you some bandages.” “Wait!” They stopped and turned their head back towards the downed grunt. “What?” Crackpot gritted his teeth, bitingly saying “I would be...grateful for you assistance.” The figure turned around, one hand resting on a cocked hip. “Weren’t you just talking about not wanting to be touched by” they raised their free hand to make quotations. “a heathen and a filthy godless peon.”

“Despite being such, the Ones I follow would spare you in the afterlife for helping one of theirs.” The airborne hand came down and the figure shook their head with a sigh. “Guess that’s the best ‘please save my sorry butt’ I’m gonna get aren't I?” They walked back to their previous position. “Ok, so you definitely need to be moved but I don’t think walking is gonna help so...” Their head turned to and fro, looking for something. Crackpot wasn’t paying as much attention as the world started to go fuzzy. “That should work.” There was a metallic sound before the former scientist felt himself lifted onto something hard.

Crackpot found himself awakening somewhere unfamiliar. The cultist looked around as best he could to get a look at his surroundings. The walls were bare and the ceiling seemed to sag inwards. Trying to sit up, a hand stopped him. “Whoa there bird man, I just finished to close you up. Don’t want you to rip ‘em open. Unless you want to meet that maker you were going on about.” There was the stranger from the alley. Crackpot couldn’t say anything, it felt like his mouth was filled with sand. The hand slid around to his back, where it helped him sit up properly. “You’re gonna have to stay here a couple days until you can move without tearing a hole in your gut bird for brains.”

Just as the stranger had said, Crackpot had found himself in the ramshackle little shack the figure had called home surround by a scrapyard. Though it pained him to be in the hands of a godless wretch it was...surprisingly comfortable. Any sarcasm or insult from the cult leader was countered by their own brand of snark. A line drawn between what kindness they would give before being firm in their stance. It reminded him of his old job at the Nexus Tower, and what comradery he had with some of his fellow scientists before he discovered his true calling. Hmmm...this one would make a fine addition to his flock, especially with their skillset.

Early into his stay Crackpot noticed how metal would react oddly. It didn’t take long until he found out why. His generous benefactor had been absentmindedly doing something on the other side of the room. Seemingly as if they had forgotten he was there, quite rude in his humble opinion, they had made a gesture. A metal cup resting nearby rose from its position and floated over to their now open hand. Then was dropped as they remembered that they had company. The explanation? 

Apparently you generated an electromagnetic field that allowed you to manipulate how the unbonded electrons spinning in metallic atomic structure would move due to your will. Or as you had dumbed it down ‘controlled metal’. Quite the lowly take on the matter but it was to be expected for someone compared to his intelligence. Much to his indignation you had stuck him to the ceiling for ‘birdy time outs’.

After sometime he had been declared healthy enough to leave. (’Your fit to fly the coop now Tweety Bird.’ ‘Must you insist with all these detestable jabs.’ He had only gotten a laugh in response.) Crackpot had asked once more for them to join him. That they could do much more than simply sit here by spreading the word of the Higher Powers to the wastes of Nevada. They had just laughed it off and told him that they were much more happier with their little home. And off he went, finally returning to his flock from his recovery.

Although, that is not to say that Crackpot did not return, he did. Many times in fact.

At first, it was only try and draw you into his flock. Hopefully with repeated attempts they would finally consider his gracious offer. Over time though, that became less and less of a concern for him. Never would he say it aloud but...he was growing fond of you. The snark, the smiles, even those detestable bird puns and nicknames. Crackpot rationalized that this must be a divine test of some sort. For what exactly he was not sure, but it was the only way he could explain those growing feelings.

(’Back again from migration again birdy? Maybe I should hang up a sign saying “Roost Sweet Roost”.’)

But as it usually goes in Nevada, nothing stays good for long.

He had just made it to your scrapyard when several cretins ambushed him. Calling him a quack of all things! The nerve of these heathens! Those his annoyance at the fools didn’t last long as a punch was thrown at his face, knocking him down. Followed swiftly by further abuse as the simpletons rained down more punches and kicks onto his downed form. The only sound to be heard were sounds of impacts and ugly laughter. Until...

“Hey, what the hell are you doing over here!” He knew that voice. “Ya. What’s it to you?” One of them shouted back. The blows had stopped coming as they turned their attention away from him. “Well I live here so its my business! Wait...Tweety Bird!” Crackpot groaned. “Tweety bird? Now if that’s not the stupidest- what the hell!” Whatever they were going to say was cut off by the grinding of metal shrieking through the air.

He turned his head towards the sound, knowing what would have caused it. He did not expect what he saw though. One eye was visible from under their hat, filled with a fury Crackpot had never seen from them. A whirlwind of metal surrounded them that would fly upwards to the large masses of metal in the air twisting morphing together to form something. It didn’t take long to figure out what that shape was. From what had to be the entirety of the scrapyard were two massive hands floating above them.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You are going to leave. Right now. If I ever see you around here or even near my friend again I will throw you across Nevada. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.” Each word dripped with furious intent. And if that they were stupid enough to test that, the hands flexing was more than enough to show how serious the situation was. The cretins did what had to be the smartest thing they’ve ever done in their lives and ran.

Laying there, Crackpot had a realization. When he had asked for help in the alley, it was must have truly been a gift. That he must have passed a test or gained a boon for his loyalty. That one of the Higher Powers themselves had taken form and come to his aid. That this one must have favorited him and came to him in the time of his greatest need.

The metal behemoths settled gently onto the ground as They ran over to him. “Shit shit shit. Are you ok?” Their hands flew around Crackpot as They checked for injuries. “You must be a Higher Power given form, I am truly blessed to follow such a kind being.” “Yup not okay, you’ve gone loopier than normal. Let’s get you inside and fix you right up.

[kmclaude]

ok, i am having thoughts on the askmeme and i am just going to say them (/ _ ≦ *) like... ok, so jehan HATES tiefer so much, but like... what if he secretly really likes being taken care of? like jehan is a brat, but he seems like he can't do anything. tiefer just driving him places. because jehan sucks at driving. and isn't it just so awkward for him to not be able to drive? and tiefer being so calm and in-control of it all. like he is a psychopath, but he can drive really well and he can cook really well and he "looks" normal. and after dinner he pulls jehan down into his lap and rests a hand on his stomach and just pets him slowly. and jehan is losing his mind the entire time beneath the crushing embarrassment that tiefer is just better, more of an adult than jehan. even though he does all of these horrible things, he looks normal

and tiefer is like, "of course, i'd drive you places. i'm your parrain." and just being "overprotective" in public like, "oh, i have to take care of you. i'm your parrain. what would happen if i left you alone? you can't do anything, remember? :I" and jehan is like, "you're not taking care of me. you're being weird," but like... he can't prove that ◔_◔ tiefer is just a very affectionate guy. touch is his love language, jehan. damn, ungrateful much? don't you like it when it's romantic? but it's ok. parrain will forgive you. you don't know any better...

and secretly a part of jehan is so incredibly turned-on by that. by tiefer having more partners and more experience and life coming so easily to tief. because jehan grew up neglected and really wants to be that good at everything, so he can be safe. so, he just sort of lets it happen because tiefer's so tall and old and it's nice thinking someone knows what's going on. tiefer wants him to think he has everything under control, so he should just let him. he doesn't have to deal with the crushing guilt if he hands it all over to tiefer and gives him what he wants and repents, "gets rid of all his sins," does his penance, y'know... he doesn't have to feel bad if he bleeds and then tiefer forgives him. if tiefer doesn't make him feel bad because he's done his punishment. if he lets tiefer clean him up and pick out his clothes and spike his drink and lick the inside of his mouth

and jehan asks tief to tell him about all of the "women" he's been with (because he's "straight with an exception" and it just really turns him on and would help him out, y'know). and ofc tiefer thinks it's mf hilarious and he doesn't mind doing it if it'll make jehan more receptive because he knows a part of it isn't about other people at all. it's about tiefer and it's about jehan thinking about tiefer in bed and how good he is. because jehan's so pathetic and he doesn't know the first thing about the human body, so ofc he likes hearing it. it's ok. it's not like there's any other way for jehan to know. tiefer would never let him sleep around. he has to keep him on a short leash, y'know. i mean, tiefer's full of lust, but jehan's got all of these hormones and he can't keep his eyes to himself and he's such a godless, cowardly little brat. who knows what would happen if he let jehan out of his sight? he's only pretending to have a low libido really... 👀

and! i have this headcanon that because jehan likes showing "affection with words" that this is where tief's pet names come into it. maybe tiefer sets jehan up to fuck something up so terribly. and jehan's like, "this isn't even fair! it was rigged against me!" and tiefer's like, "see, this is why you should just let me take care of you, so things like this don't happen. you've been so cold to me lately, p'tit, but i forgive you. just let me make love to you. i know how you like it" and tiefer is kissing him all over and guiding his hands, so he can do it properly. and it just feels so good and jehan's going to cry. because tiefer's being so much nicer than usual and not doing it in public and the bedroom is so clean compared to normal and tiefer's letting him make small irrelevant choices like where tief's hands feel best. but it's not any choice at all. it's just one more thing for tiefer to take. and it's all getting into his head and he's going to break

oh anon this is a feast

(and it's funny how spot on a lot of this is, haha -- I actually very much see their relationship in many ways as what the whole erastes/eromenos thing was, as a "here's your Rite Of Passage and guide to Being An Adult Male so you can Go On And Have A Wife And Kids And Normal Life" kinda thing. because isn't that appealing, to have someone take your hand and guide you through things? isn't it nice to have someone do things for you? isn't it nice to not have to think, not have to ask, not have to worry because someone else is in charge, someone else has done it before, you don't need to... and that appeal exists there, with Tiefer. and Jehan is a bit (a lot) of an avoidant personality -- why not let Tiefer take care of him? why not let him call the shots? why not let him dictate his desires and decorate the pretty gilded little cage he's made for him?)

anyway god this is delightful and there's so many things about this i want to just....pluck at and pull at but oh this

and secretly a part of jehan is so incredibly turned-on by that. by tiefer having more partners and more experience and life coming so easily to tief.

and this

and jehan asks tief to tell him about all of the "women" he's been with (because he's "straight with an exception" and it just really turns him on and would help him out, y'know). and ofc tiefer thinks it's mf hilarious and he doesn't mind doing it if it'll make jehan more receptive because he knows a part of it isn't about other people at all. it's about tiefer and it's about jehan thinking about tiefer in bed and how good he is. because jehan's so pathetic

just hit a delicious nerve because god isn't there something erotic about someone who's lived, who knows? isn't there something dangerous in knowing, in living? isn't there something helpless (and a learned helpless perhaps too) and virginal and all the more erotic for the wanting? and the taboo of one's own (or assisted) creation, the forbidden, is so alluring and upsetting. guh.

there's a loathing and a lust and a painful desire to be loved (and to love!) and i have a lot of feelings but man anon this hits, this slaps, this is a gd feast over at hannibal's gd chateau

[nearlynoticed]

I've been doing some reflecting and processing over some things that are weird to me. I love my parents and I certainly didn't have a "bad" childhood, but as I get older (and- let's be honest- quarantine has both given me time to reflect and really just amped up all the mental issues) there are some things that bother me... (Incomplete just what's popped in my mind this morning.)

I'm 26 and still do not have a driver's license. My 25 year old brother got his at 23 I believe. My 21 year old brother doesn't have his yet, nor my 17 year old sister. The other is 14 currently, but I'm sure as heck the pattern will continue. I used to think I was the fuck up big sister who failed at being the good example this time. Aunts made fun of me when my cousin who is 10 years younger than me got his. But my dad never made time to help any of us learn (now he's addicted to drugs and that's been the trouble for brother number 2 for this year at least) and my mother would have anxiety the moment we pulled out of the driveway and start screaming. I live in a city with good transport now so I don't need to drive, but I get so anxious now just sitting behind the wheel let alone doing anything. Even if we had help learning, we couldn't forget for a second that there was no money for insurance or cars anyway, if we asked to go driving my mom would mention it. I could only get a job close enough to walk to and my $7.25 would go back to them

And the not driving? That kept us from doing anything. We'd go to school and come back. I can count on one hand the amount of times I went out with friends as a teen. I never went to any parties, movies or anything.

Which is one thing, but a whole different beast when I also could not have anyone else over to my house. My mom wouldn't allow it. Some kid come over and see her "messy" house? Her "junky" old furniture??? She couldn't handle it. Sometimes she'd agree, but there's be a weeklong freak out before the set date (could only ever be done in advance) we'd deep clean everything, but the worst was hearing her complain about it. SHE EVEN DOES THIS WITH OUT OWN FAMILY, just mutters that she wishes the wouldn't come. Like God this didn't dawn on me how much this affected me but damn

I wouldn't say mom is OCD per se, but she does have her own set of obsessions and compulsions. There are certain lights in the house that make her irrationally upset?? All of us kids actually preferred those lights because we could see better for doing homework at the table etc, but she'd storm in yelling and turn the lights off in the middle of whatever we were doing, and switch to some dim lighting that "doesn't show your finger prints on everything"

My mom comes from a crazy religious background. If we went to visit her family I had to wear only long skirts/dresses, long sleeves, no jewelry, no makeup, no haircuts. She was so worried about what her family would say about her and her kids. We had to put on this charade. I was 16 when I got on Facebook in 2010 and my mom had one too, but she was afraid of people finding me and thinking she had raised some godless heathen whore with pierced ears. I was 18 when I got my first hair cut.

"You hate me?" Oh fuck this one should have been painfully obvious from the start but it didn't click until my bf said something like this semi-jokingly and I started tearing up and then I realized how often my mom did this. (I told the boy to not do this again btw) see also "you don't love me?' "I'm a bad mother" "I can't do anything right" and various things about going to hell. It was half her controlling my behavior and half her putting me in control of her mental and emotional health.

My mom had five kids. Even though she was a stay at home mom still had some parentification issues as the eldest daughter. They literally called me "mini mom". Free built in babysitter (now my baby sister babysits other people's kids for money but I never got to do that because I was busy watching them lol) I had to be the one to give siblings the sex talk, and tell my sister's about periods. It was talking to my brothers' teachers about their grades. It was my mom making me straight up do projects for my autism spectrum brother because it was easier than her sitting down and helping him. It's " can you talk to your brother. He's been graduated for two years and doesn't know what to do " "Maybe you can talk to D and figure out what's going on with him" Its me living ten states away and feeling guilty that I've abandoned them.

I was literally such a good kid never gave anyone trouble but mom still snooped through my room and DUG THROUGH MY TRASH. Mom also hated closed doors.

Now that my dad's addicted to meth and my parents are divorcing they did this thing where they started by hiding everything from me since I'm far away, then dumped it all on me at once, then started treating me like their therapist!!!!!!!!!

My dad was more absent and working so a lot of this is directed at my mom. I love her and understand that her childhood was actual hell. But these things still got me fucked up and I'm trying to o put in work to make sure I don't perpetuate anything!

[tabooneko]

Diabolik Lovers Chaos Lineage - Sakamaki Laito - Story 02

Soo... we are back to sharing Yui with others, huh, Laito? 🙄 I guess it’s one of Rejet’s favorite traits of his “original” personality

PLEASE DON’T REPOST!

Enjoy~

Place: Violet Mansion - Empty Room

Yui: (Nn...)        (...Wh...at...? Why am I sleeping in the bed...?)        (I don't know this room... Where am I?) Laito: Looks like princess is finally awake. Good morning, Bitch-chan ♪ Yui: Laito...kun? Laito: Oh my, why are you so absent-minded? Maybe I got carried away and drank too much blood.           Sorry, your blood is so delicious, I couldn't stop myself. Yui: (I see... He drank my blood and I lost consciousness...)         Laito-kun, did you carry me here? Laito: Yeah. It would be bad if I left you there and Carla found you.                By the way, this is your new room. You can use it freely. Yui: Okay... Thank you. Laito: You're welcome ♪           Guard is just a title, I'm simply happy that I can spend time alone with you.           Let's just leave supreme ruler stuff to Carla and others. No need to bother with such troublesome things. Yui: (Supreme ruler... Laito-kun and everyone else are talking about it like it's something obvious. What's going on here?)         (We're not in Kanna city... I remember neither that church where I woke up nor this mansion. (that's what their city was called? I don't remember xD besides, what a funny name, "Godless city".) Laito: But Carla is so strict with his brothers. "Do this, do that", he is so annoying.           Even though we are brothers, I still don't like such behavior. Yui: Brothers...        (Laito-kun and Carla-san? Why...? What's happened to them?)        (No way, did they memories get altered like mine...? But why?) Laito: What is it? You're looking at me with such an intensive gaze. Are you perhaps... inviting me? Yui: O-Of course not... Kya! Laito: Your blood has a captivating scent. Every vampire would be enthralled by it.           I wanted to do a lot of things to you when you were sleeping, you know. Yui: What?! Laito: It's a shame you woke up before I even started. Oh, but now is even better, since it's more arousing when you show me some reactions. Yui: W-Wait! Before that, I want to talk about something! Laito: Don't worry, I'll be gentle.           ...No, wrong. You like it rough, right?           You looked so happy, when I stuffed the spoon into your mouth.           Then I'll make sure you suffer a lot. Yui: (Even in such situation, Laito-kun is still Laito-kun...!)        Laito-kun, please. Listen to my story.         (I want to know... what's going on here.)         (And if Laito-kun’s memories are altered, I want them to get back to normal.) Laito: Your story, huh... Okay. I'll listen. Yui: Really?! Laito: But if it turns out to be a boring story, I'll punish you, okay? Yui: (Uh... I have a bad feeling, but first I just need him to listen to me no matter what.)         O-Okay. Laito: Nfu, how resolute. Then let's hear that interesting story. Yui: O-Okay. To be honest, I have no idea what's going on here...        We are dragged into some weird situation. Laito: Hee, how terrible. Yui: (He doesn't believe me at all... But I can't lose heart.)        My memories were also weird till yesterday... I thought I was the Sleeping Eve from the church.        But it's not true. I'm Komori Yui... I finally remembered. Laito: That's your name? I totally thought it was Eve. Yui: Laito-kun, the truth is you're Sakamaki Laito. You are 5th son among 6 brothers of Sakamaki family. Laito: Sakamaki...? Yui: Not only Subaru-kun, but Shuu-san and Reiji-san are also your brothers.        And you're triplets with Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun. Laito: Those two from the Orange? We're all triplets?           Hee~ It's pretty interesting. Did you come up with this story right now? You have some talent. Yui: (He doesn’t believe me at all...)         I'm also living with the Sakamaki family and... I'm your lover, Laito-kun. Laito: Lover... huh. Yui: (Huh? That laugh... I have a bad feeling.) Laito: If your story is true, then it's amazing to have 6 children. Who are my parents?   Yui: Eh? Ee...        (Karlheinz-san and Cordelia-san...)        (But it's a sensitive topic for Laito-kun... Should I really tell him that now?) Laito: Hmm? Since you're not saying anything, it means they're pretty awful parents, huh.           Or maybe you had some deep connection with them. And that's why you can't tell me about it... right? Yui: ...! It's...        (You can say that I'm deeply connected with Cordelia-san.)        (I have... her heart after all.) Laito: Okay, enough about parents. I have a lot more delicious story.           Hey, Bitch-chan. We're lovers, right? Yui: Y-Yeah... Laito: But I don't remember anything about being your lover.           You lied that we're lovers just to attract my affection, right? Yui: I-It's not a lie. We really... are lovers... Laito: You're so desperate. If you want my attention, just say so.           ...Okay, you have my full attention. Let's do a lot of pleasurable things.           Where is the best place to make you feel good? Nn... Yui: Hya!        (I-I made a weird sound...!) Laito: Nice voice. Bitch-chan, do you like it when I touch your neck? Yui: T-That's not true. Laito: Don't lie. You were pretty nervous during your story.           You're a little sweaty. It tastes sweet. How about other places? Yui: No...! Not my clothes! Laito: It's okay. I just feel like taking a peek~ Yui: (It's not in the slightest okay!) Laito: Oh? Your skin begins to redden beautifully. And scent of your blood becomes sweeter and thicker... Nnn. Yui: Ah... Nn...        (Oh no... It's ticklish, I can't hold my voice...!) Laito: Kuku, this place feels good too? I can suck your blood, but I think I'll pass today.          You kept me waiting a lot, when you were sleeping. So this is my revenge. Yui: Nn... Haa... Revenge...        (But who told you to look at my sleeping face, Laito-kun...) Laito: What's wrong? You're running out of breath. Such unfinished stimulation is becoming hard to bear?           It's really arousing when you're controlled by your lust like that... Nn... *kiss* Yui: Nn... Laito: ...Fufu, so your ears are sensitive too, huh. You made such a cute sound.       Maybe I should leave marks, so I can easily find your favorite places... Nn... Yui: Ah... Laito: ...Look. There is a red mark on your breast. It's your pleasure spot. Yui: (No, at this rate I'll get carried away by him....!)         Please, let me continue my story... I want you to regain your memories. Laito: The previous one? It was interesting, but if you talk about it, you will only ruin the mood. Yui: But I'm saying the truth... Laito-kun, you're a little weird right now-- Laito: ...Shut up. Yui: ...! Laito: I told you I was not in the mood for that story. Yui: (This feeling... It's like he is back to the time when we first met...)         ...I-I'm sorry... Laito: Nfu, that's right. Girls are cuter when they're obedient. Easier to handle.           Of course a little resistance can fire up too, but don't try to disobey me more than needed. It's irritating. Yui: O-Okay...        (How can I make Laito-kun remember?)        (I hate the thought that he would never get his memories back...)        (But...)

---------------------------------------------- Monologue:

I was at the whim of Laito-kun, when he toyed with me happily. All the time we spent together is no longer in the memory of this Laito-kun. It makes my heart sink.

I want him to remember. But I'm also hesitating a little.

Laito-kun has bad relations with his parents. It's a dark and deep relation that can't be described in words.

With this in mind, I'm not sure, if getting his memories back is a good thing. The only thing I could do was close my eyes and wait for the time to pass.

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Place: Violet's Mansion - Corridor

Yui: (In the end Laito-kun only used me to have a good time yesterday...)        (Now I want to have a bath and think carefully what to do now, but...)        Hey... Laito-kun. I'd like to take a bath now, you know... Laito: Yeah, I know. Yui: Why are you coming with me? Laito: Cause I'm your guard. I go wherever you go.            No matter if it's a bath or any other place. Okay? Yui: (At this rate he will enter the bathroom with me... I have to get rid of him somehow!) Laito: Doing it in the bathroom sounds nice too. Yui: D-Doing What? Laito: Drinking blood of course. Yui: I-I want to relax in the bath alone... Laito: Don't say that. Your sweet scent is getting stronger. You're waiting for it, Bitch-chan. Yui: I-I'm not. Laito: Ah... It's getting even stronger. I won't able to bear it. I'll just drink it here then. Yui: Y-You can't do it here! Someone may come... Laito: That'd be even better. He'd stare at us when we are entangled... Fufu.           It's also more arousing for you, when someone is watching, right? Yui: No way! No way! Laito: Such lies. Let's try it out then? I'm sure you will become addicted to it. Kou: Laito-kun, you really have some funny hobbies. Yui: K-Kou-kun...?! Laito: Ah, perfect timing. I was looking for a spectator. Kou: I heard you. But I'll pass.          She has such a delicious scent. Only looking at you will make me hungry for sure. Yui: (Thank God... Looks like it won't turn into some weird situation.) Laito: Hmm, then, Kou, let's drink together. Yui: ...What?! Kou: Really? Hurray! I'm really hungry, you know. Yui: W-Wait! That's obviously out of the question! Laito: Eh, why? It's more exciting that way.           Just try to imagine it. Our fangs slowly piercing your skin.           Play-biting, rough sucking... I wonder what voice will you let us hear. Yui: (W-What to do... Doesn't look like I can run away.)

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Selection: - I want only Laito-kun. - I want Kou-kun to suck my blood too.

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Choice: I want only Laito-kun.

Yui: Then I want only Laito-kun to do it...! Laito: Huh? Who would have thought you will ask personally for me. Kou: Huh? What.          You mean that such a pervert like Laito can drink your blood, but I can't?           I totally don't get it. Yui: Kya! Kou: Come on, tell me. That you want me to suck your blood. Yui: ...        (He's glaring at me... It'd be better to listen to him now...)        P-Please... suck my... blood... Kou: Yeah, good job ♪ Laito: Okay, you can start, Kou. Kou: Hurray! I was curious about Eve's blood. Yui: (...My body freezes when someone other than Laito-kun tries to drink my blood...) Kou: Let's drink then. ...Nn... *sucking* Yui: Nnn... Ah...        (His fangs give a different sensation than Laito-kun's...) Laito: Ah... Bitch-chan, your cheeks are all red and your eyes are wet...           Does it feel good to have your blood sucked by Kou? Yui: That's... Laito: True, right? Scent... of your blood is getting thicker. That's the proof you're getting aroused. Yui: Nn... Ha... you're wrong. Laito: Ah... just looking at you happily writhing in pain makes me excited.           I'd like to watch you for a while but...           You want both of us to drink your blood, right? ...Nn... Yui: Ah... Laito: Fufu, your spine is shivering. That's how great you're feeling...?           Hey, I'll drink from your arm too. It will give you a different sensation. Nn... Nn... Haa... Yui: (...Ah... I'm getting carried away...)         (It's not the time for this.... I can't get away from this weird situation...) Laito: Really, your blood is so addicting... Uu... Yui: Laito-kun...? Laito: ...It's nothing... I just feel a little dizzy... Kou: ...What... Somehow I also get dizzy... Laito: ...It's probably because Eve's blood is the finest quality and we got a little drunk... Kou: Ah, you're probably right... Such delicious blood is rare. Yui: (They got drunk with blood? It has never happened before.) Kou: Hey, why are you looking aside? I'm not done yet. Yui: Eh, no way... Laito: I can feel a grim determination from you. You're really good at seducing men.           What a bad girl you are, Bitch-chan... Nn... Haa... Yui: Uu... Aaa...        (Not only Laito-kun, but Kou-kun is also drinking my blood...)        (It's just like when I first came to Sakamaki's house. I'm only a prey...)

[godlesslostsoul]

status due to my adhd brain: screaming and crying in frustration

[prorevenge]

Want to f**k with your child’s life? You picked the wrong child.

This is not a hate post. This is about the revenge that we got on these bastards, pure and simple. If you want to go off all high and mighty about how awful <Topic> is since it was in this story, fuck off and do it somewhere else. This is about her revenge, not your opinion.

Anyways, let’s begin.

I’m going to retell the original story from the MC post because I left a lot out there. Sorry if you already read it.

About three years ago, I was in a multi-school academic support network, which had a summer camp. At this camp, I met K.

K was a closeted lesbian, and was very scared of us telling her parents due to their extreme political and narcissistic views. I had dealt with this situation a few times, but not on this extreme of a level. Her parents were so far off the end of the scale, I dared not say anything about politics or religion in fear of starting an inquisition. These people made Westboro look like moderates.

To give an example, they had complete control over her phone, emails, mail, and pretty much every other route of communication. So when they decided one of her friends was “too Jewish” (his last name sounded Jewish to them) they deleted him from her life. They called the program and rearranged her schedule so she would never see him. Later, we found out they filed false, anonymous complaints against him so he wouldn’t be invited back. Overnight, they removed him from her life.

And this was not the last kid they did this with.

K was terrified of her parents, but they owned her. There was no way to escape short of suddenly becoming an adult.

I was seriously worried about her, to the point where I bought her an emergency-only prepaid phone, which I told her to hide. This was, unequivocally, the best decision I’ve ever made.

Fast-forward to January. K is struggling with the stress of everything, and says something innocuous in group chat along the lines of “good thing I don’t have to worry about boys”.

We suddenly stop hearing responses from her. Her cell phone goes offline. The house phone kicks all of our numbers, but not pay phones or other lines. The parents pick up, but say that there’s no one with that name at this address, then hang up. Her classmate says she doesn’t show up for class that day. Alarm bells are going off for everyone.

And then I get the call from K. “Please, come pick me up. I was kicked out. It’s cold.”

I’m the closest, and I had a car, and I was driving in blowing, heavy snow in far below freezing weather. I won’t say that rage and panic fueled me, but I will say it got me there in one piece. I have never, ever, driven a car as recklessly, as hard, or as fast as I did that day.

When I got there she was huddled under a tarp, barefoot, in pajamas, at the foot of her house’s stairs. The parents saw my car and rush out to scream at me for “taking their child from the path of god” and “corrupting her with devil worshipping ideas” or some shit like that. I told them that if she listened to me, it was the first time she had ever done that.

And then the critical sentence (direct quote for once): “she’s not our child anymore! You godless heathen ruined her mind!” And then, “She’s no daughter of ours!”

Now, I’m going to pause this for a moment to preface everything that happens from this point on: this is not a pro-atheist or anti-Christian post. These whack jobs are the furthest thing from human I’ve ever seen. Do not use them as a generalization for <Religious Group> or a bandwagon to sell your ideals. I’m not dealing with that shit here.

K, freezing and scared, hides in my car. The parents start to get aggressive and hostile towards me, so I make two things very clear to them.

I am recording everything they say. I have a camera on my car and my phone, and I have a police officer waiting for me at the foot of the driveway (I called the cops before I arrived due to not feeling safe).

I am leaving and never coming back, as per their request. K will be coming with me, since she is not their daughter, per their screaming rant.

They start arguing with (aka screaming over) me about how she can be ‘cured’ by methods that range from dubious to straight up illegal. By this point, I’m done. I get back in my car while they’re screaming at me and head back down the driveway.

The cop and I have a short chat, and he recommends we be brought to the police station ASAP to prevent the parents from saying I kidnapped her. After a six-hour ER visit for her hypothermia and minor frostbite, escorted by police, we arrive. All of my video and audio recordings are entered into official records, and the officer’s dashcam footage, and K’s ER report are filed away.

I didn’t know it at the time, but all of that would prove to be essential in court later.

I sign her into a hotel in my town, and lawyer up. The lawyer I know specifically deals with cases like hers for free. He is very, very good at it.

There was a lot of legalese, and a long process and a lot of angry exchanges that I really didn’t understand or participate in, but two years later, she was emancipated. I got to be a witness, and that recording and the ER report cinched the case, proving neglect. The parents didn’t even try to argue against it, instead using some weird religious law argument.

K’s older half-brother learned what was happening during the first year and supported her financially while she was in school. He hated the parents far more than either of us did (K feared them more and I was just disgusted by them).

It wasn’t much of a fight. The parents represented themselves, and tried to drop the case on “religious grounds”, which isn’t a thing.

After this, the revenge started. And K did not hold back.

During proceedings, it was discovered that the parents had been using their children’s Social Security cards for loans, credit, bank accounts, and other sketchy stuff. They were already going to jail for that, but K took it to the next level.

Now, these were all the things K told me after the fact. I wasn’t involved in this part, and I didn’t write down all the details that well, but the following is approximately what happened from what I have been told or remember.

So, WARNING; fuzzy details.

One of the things that had been purchased in her name was the father’s truck. K reported it as missing, since she was technically an owner of the truck. They pulled the father over and confiscated the truck as stolen, because his name was not in the title, the wife’s was. When he tried to prove it was his by filling out the bill of sale on the back, he found that the title for the vehicle had been invalidated when K had ordered a new one and donated the vehicle to the fire department for Jaws-of-Life training. That same day.

The mother’s credit cards were the same, but K just cancelled all of them and declared ID theft. This froze some of the mother’s bank accounts, which were under K’s SSN.

The family was already in chaos but K cranked it to 11. Due to the SSN, K was listed as the main contact for the family’s cell phone and internet plans. She cancelled both. She killed the email accounts in her name that she could access and rerouted her mail to her new PO Box, where she may have “accidentally” forgotten to say they should only reroute her mail.

She also called in repossessions on everything that had been bought with her SSN on credit. The loans included renovations on the home, so the parents were forced to sell.

By the time K was done, the parents were happy to go to jail for fraud, identity theft, and their other, numerous crimes rather than live on the street.

All I do know is that they became social pariahs in town before that. Stores banned them for their increasingly violent attempts at converting people. People they knew for years turned on them. The father was fired for failing a performance review, and the mother lost her job selling <Stuff?> due to her increased radicalization.

In the end, K’s siblings went to live with her half-brother since he was the closest living relative. The parents lost all rights to visitation, as the state nullified their parental rights and gave guardianship to the half-brother, mostly due to the criminal charges.

But the real revenge might just be that as the sentencing was carried out, K flipped the parents off in front of the judge and the judge just laughed at the parent’s attempts to claim it was hate speech.

TL;DR: Narcissistic and awful parents attempt to ruin child’s life for being lesbian. Child sends them to jail.

(source) (story by CynicalAltruist)

[vampireharker]

Sunshine and Cigarette Smoke

Nervous Jonathan delays bringing up a relationship changing question by telling his girlfriend Mina of the time he unwittingly ruined a young lady's reputation when he was only fourteen. A writing exercise in relationship dynamic and worldbuilding for my upcoming Dracula webcomic. This series of exercises dig deeper into the details of the world that won’t fit in the comic.

Original universe. Dialogue heavy. Mature. Horny on main. There is no smut but the dialogue is a bit nsfw. 

Something about the sunny weather, the cool breeze, and the fact that there was no-one in this park made Mina feel particularly mischievous. Or maybe it was the wine Jonathan had brought along on their little spring picnic. Or the handsome way he lounged on the blanket against his elbows, head tilted back and cigarette hanging from his mouth as he took in the sunlight.

He was smoking again. He only ever did when he was stressing over something. Mina thought it had been his law exams this past winter, but he’d passed those with such high scores there was no way the Incorporated Law Society wouldn’t accept his Solicitor application even if they were taking forever to make a decision. But it was such a pretty day, and Mina didn’t want to ruin this nice moment by digging up a troubling subject so she sighed instead.

“Something wrong, babe?” Jonathan asked, popping the cigarette out of his mouth. He sat up, staring at her. “You sounded worried just now.”

Said the stress smoker.

Mina’s thoughts raced for an excuse, and then that mischievous mood she had been in came back full force. A proper lady had all the tools she needed in her frills to dig specific information out of a man, it was just matter of applying them with the right amount of effect. She smiled cutely, and her skirts ruffled as she scooted closer to him. The air was warm with late spring, so her gown had short sleeves and a low cut that revealed enough to be teasing, but covered enough to not be the talk of the town. She enjoyed pushing the boundary of modesty whenever she went out with Jonathan, mostly to tease him, and because she didn’t give a hoot about propriety when it came to him of all people. And it was hot out here. Sometimes the girls needed to breathe, too.

Mina snuggled against his shoulder, angling herself just right so that there would be little left to the imagination from his view. He smelled of warm musk and methanol and a natural sweetness just beneath his skin. His dark eyes, appreciating what she offered, suddenly narrowed in suspicion. “You’re up to something,” he said matter-of-factly with a slight frown.

“Mmmm, perhaps,” she replied coyly, not even bothering to feign innocence. Then her lips spread in a wide, playful grin. “I heard you last night.”

“Huh?”

“In the shower.”

Jonathan choked on the smoke he’d just inhaled, dark cheeks brightening with hot red. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re on about,” he wheezed.

“Oh, please. You were loud. Must have been quite the fantasy.” She pouted. “You could’ve invited me. We only get to stay with each other on the weekends, you know, when Tim's away.”

“It was all very quick, you wouldn’t have enjoyed it much,” Jonathan countered. He flicked the ash of his cigarette into the grass. “Sometimes you get the urge and have a go. Besides, you were busy grading essays, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Sure, sure. What did you think about?”

He gasped. “My lady!” he cried in feigned shock. “I hardly think this is proper conversation. Also, nothing in particular. I told you, it was quick. It caught me by surprise.” He took a thoughtful drag, then flicked more ash away. “Damn, I don’t think I had that happen to me since I was in secondary school.”

“Wait, waitwaitwait, you wanked it back then?”

“Yes?”

“But you were so… so proper!”

“Um, I’m still proper, thank you, you’re the one bringing up an indecent subject like a Godless heathen, Miss Schoolteacher.”

She waved him away. “We’re focused on you, Mr. Harker. So bitch the pot. You can't just leave it at that.”

He shrugged. “What’s there to tell? I was your typical adolescent boy with healthy urges. …Why are we even going into this? Is it really that odd for you to picture it?”

“Yes.”

He burst out laughing. “Seriously? We had a tiff behind a dumpster once, the smell was quite awful.”

“That was after I took your innocence!” Mina cried. “Before I got my grubby mitts on you, you were this pure proper little virgin who didn’t know anything about anything, and now you're telling me that you wanked? Can't picture it, not with the way you were when we got together.”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“No, but that’s because I have fun teaching you. But I can’t help feelin’ a bit sorry for the poor girl that would’ve had to bear that responsibility if I hadn't came along.”

"Rude," Jonathan snorted. “Well, you came at a good time then because I had my eyes on someone else for a moment there, and it was all very humiliating.”

He took another long drag. “Okay,” he said, after turning his face to the side to release some smoke. “This should amuse you. I was fourteen so this was before you transferred to St. Joshua's. One of my mates had this older sister. Rebecca. Very pretty, smart like you; she was, I think, sixteen. Or almost sixteen. Anyway, her coming out was approaching very soon so I think she went a little wild before joining with high society.”

“Wild?”

“Did all kinds of improper things. The guys really liked her.”

“I think I would’ve liked her.”

“You two would’ve gotten on great because it gets worse. You know, I’m a young lad, weird body things are happening that I don’t know what to do with. I hadn’t became popular yet, so I was still a bit of a loser. Before the growth spurt.” It was true. Jonathan used to be below average in height until a growth spurt the summer he turned sixteen. Now he towered over most people at 188 centimeters. The top of Mina's head could barely reach his shoulder.

Mina nodded. “By the time I arrived, you had that gaggle of giggling girls at your heels and leaving notes in your locker.”

“And then you took them all away.”

“That I did. And we were rivals all the way up until our last year when you told me that you loved me.”

“But before then, everyone wanted us to date. They shipped us hard, it was weird. Little did they know…”  

Mina grinned widely. “The football team's shower room.”

“The bleachers.”

“The pool at night where I got that nasty UTI.”

“Sorry about that. Then there was behind the stage near the paint room.”

“And following that, the kitchen when we were on cafeteria duty.”

“The stables, but was that before or after the library?”

“Before the library, because then we moved on later that day to the dean’s office.”

“WE DID NOT.”

Mina laughed. “Oh, but we did, Mr. Harker. Right on his desk. You can block it from your memory all you’d like, but I have pictures to prove it. I wonder if he ever noticed the scratch marks on the wood?”

Jonathan sat there for a moment, looking completely mortified. “He had so much trust in me,” he finally said with a slight sob.

“Well, what else is the girl you’ve been playing at St. George with supposed to think when you invite her into an office alone?”

He paused, cigarette still in his hand. “…I don’t recall you being on top that time.”

“Oh, now the gentleman remembers.”

“I remember you on that desk, vividly, I just blocked out where that desk happened to be and now I know why. Did we clean up at least?”

“We're not animals. But now that we’ve gone over at least half the history of our canoodling, what about Rebecca?” Mina had to bring the conversation back to the original point before they started reminiscing too deeply about their very proper and not at all sexual relationship. “Within a few months, I had you in every way all over the school grounds, but you went absolutely nowhere with this girl?”

“Hey, fourteen-year-old boys are very intimidated especially by older women. Also, we’re getting to that. So there I am, before the growth spurt that would change my life, still kinda awkward and short and completely unnoticed by her. Or so I thought. Turns out, that wasn’t the case at all.”

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Christmas Enthusiasm VS ‘The War on Christmas’

These thoughts were somewhat prompted by @bogleech’s Christmas posts, IE; his general distaste for Christmas/the whole ‘War on Christmas’ stuff and so on, and also by @titleknown, who asked me to post my thoughts after I mentioned this to him (btw both of these people are straight up the best go check them out), so... I am!

I’m pretty casually a Halloween person (A time of year when my obnoxiously creepy facts are considered cool rather than a party ruiner? Hell yes! A day where cosplay is EXPECTED? Fuck yeah), while I have those ‘fuck yeah Halloween’ moments, I’m not the ‘Halloween all the time’... but I’m also rather not a Christmas person. As so many people have said, Christmas has turned into this huge... thing. Well, it always has been a huge thing, obviously, but like.. in recent years, the whole ‘War on Christmas’ shit has gone through the roof, and made Christmas all toxic to a lot of people, for various reasons. But, all that being said, I’m really not against people having enthusiasm through the roof about Christmas! In fact, seeing that stuff actually makes me smile a whole lot! I mean, wow, it’s kind of amazing how sweet it is when someone just says ‘November 1st time for Christmas’ and just posts a bunch of cute gifs of reindeer dancing; that kind of innocent excitement is just infectious.  It’s why I like to watch Doug Walker’s (Nostalgia Critic) review of ‘The Christmas Tree’ whenever I’m down; because at the very end, there’s just this long, full of energy sequence about how awesome Christmas is.. by talking about how awesome his family and everyone in his life are. Sure, some people might not like his sense of humor, but just... someone being so full of so much happiness about his family is just... so happy. That? That’s probably what Christmas should always mean. Whenever I watch that, I, for a moment, go ‘yes, I GET Christmas!’; I just feel like that’s what Christmas is, and that’s why people love it so much. That enthusiasm, even if it’s just a short little post going ‘NOVEMBER 1ST LET’S CHRISTMAS!’, is exactly what Christmas is, to me, and is perfect... but then again. I’m not sure there’s really a ‘true meaning of Christmas’ (or to Halloween or to any holiday like that) when it comes to how you should feel about it, but that’s probably what it is, to me. 

Then there’s the other kind of Christmas ‘enthusiasm’... You know the ones. The War on Christmas people; the people who get pissy when someone says ‘Happy Holidays’, or says Xmas, or.. literally anything like that. The culture of really, really big assholes just shoving Christmas in everyone’s faces, and not the ‘IT’S NOVEMBER 1ST LET’S PARTY FOR CHRISTMAS’ kind of ‘shoving’, because generally, there’s nobody seriously going ‘YOU MUST PARTY’ because it’s just someone happily going ‘yay Christmas!’. No, these people have to make a statement; It’s Christmas. And if you don’t like it, tough shit, because God invented America just so we could CHRISTMAS. I’m only barely making a hyperbole, depending on where you are in the country and how conservative your family/neighbors are. If someone says ‘Happy Holidays’ or God forbid, says ‘Happy Hanukkah’ or any other holiday than Christmas, it’s tantamount to some kind of ATTACK on their entire sensibilities; it’s not just wishing everyone a happy holiday of their choice, it’s not someone wishing another who celebrates a different holiday than them a happy holiday that isn’t theirs, it’s DELIBERATELY diminishing Christmas. It’s a terrible crime that Rush Limburger needs to correct personally, because how dare people celebrate things that aren’t Christmas? How dare they not celebrate as HARD AS I DO? I don’t really know if I’m an authority on anything, (I’m pretty sure I have authority only over the figurines on my desk, and the Sheegor one moves on her own when I’m not looking so maybe I don’t even have that, but I digress, no one needs to hear about my haunted Psychonauts figurine) but if I had any, I’d say that that is NOT Christmas. It’s some bastard child of patriotism to a nation that only exists in people’s heads and anger at other people not being as good a God Fearing Christian as they are.. unless they’re a godless heathen or pagan or whatever... again, hyperbole, but probably at least a few hundred people have thought exactly that, if not more, if not something even more ridiculously over the top. Because you can never parody something so wildly that someone out there has never earnestly thought it.

And the worst part is that these over the top people going ‘CHRISTMAS ON GOD’S OWN COUNTRY’ poison the whole point of a holiday that apparently (I mean, I can’t say because I’m pretty sure we’ve lost the point enough that it’s like Schrodinger’s point; no one knows if it originally had any point or what it is the point is) is about loving your family and friends and just being kind to people, so when someone who’s just genuinely like ‘YAY CHRISTMAS’ you have to worry they might go ‘how dare you not say Merry Christmas?’ when they’re just posting cute gifs... So to finish this post... How about we give a big fuck you to the ‘War on Christmas’, but also, have some genuine cheer for the people who are enjoying Christmas fever. We don’t have to participate, but let’s be nice to the happy people who aren’t hurting anyone. We have enough problems that attacking the people who aren’t screaming at the godless heathens for not respecting Jesus by not celebrating his (at least where when we say it is) birthday hard enough each year is just sad.

Have some really cute reindeer gifs I’ve seen! Because Christmas shouldn’t have to suck.

weird dancing reindeers say let’s just have fun today. PEACE.

[icymirss]

I'm Breaking Up With the Atheist Community

This piece was originally published on Sunday, 11 Sep 2011 00:45:04 +0000 by PaxSkeptica (@PaxSkeptica) and originally hosted at http://pax.skeptica.net/. We are republishing it here as it does not appear to have been archived anywhere else.

Twitter Tagline: "Guys, it's been a good run – I think we gave it our best – but it's over. #atheism"

I've been telling everyone today that I'm breaking up with the atheist community. Two questions came up that required a rather lengthy answer and involved several links, so I turned here. (Besides, it may as well be a matter of record.)

The questions:

What brought you to this conclusion?

What would you suggest as an alternative for the atheist community?

What brought me here? I don't know. A lot of things. I'm tired of reading the same shit every day that's just pissing on Christians and science-worship (yes, I mean that; more on that in a second). I'm tired of listening to people who would as likely as not primarily define themselves as skeptics, when by their behavior you can see that they are not particularly skeptical people. I already wrote about the weird response I got when I questioned a racist joke made by a prominent atheist. I guess the straw that broke the camel's back came today when I asked JT Eberhard why he was bothering to debate this moron.

You can see from said moron's "opening" (I love how this is described like it's going to be some kind of high-stakes chess match) that he's pretty much just shoveling the same shitty, thoroughly-and-repeatedly debunked half a dozen arguments that have been limping along since the 13th century.

Origen – God is the best explanation for the universe. The argument is as follows:

Whatever begins to exist has a cause,

The universe began to exist,

Therefore, the universe has a cause. This cause I call God.

Brilliant. That frankenstein bastardization of Aristotle and an unsubstantiated claim about a deity wouldn't pass for logic in an introductory class at a public high school. This isn't a serious debate any more than me punching an old lady is a heavyweight prizefight. So what's the point? Why waste time skewering an opponent of zero intellectual value when the cost involves diving into a cesspool of stupidity, ignorance, arrogance, and hatred all destined to be slung your way? Why, to convert people.

When I asked JT (and, unexpectedly, several of his followers who chimed in) what the reason was, he started telling me all about this duty to those of us in our 'religious' demographic (his words; I can't quote it here because it was not shared publicly, as much as I'd like to). He basically said that even though I had undoubtedly "read and memorized" all the arguments and counter-arguments, some had not, and that by doing this he was increasing the accessibility of this information. Now I could do a whole post on just what's wrong with that line of reasoning, but let me just say this: That's as religious as anything I've ever heard. To read the quote (again, I wish I could show it) gives the sense that JT is some sort of shepherd guiding newly minted atheists into the fold.

Another commenter gave me his... testimony? Untestimony? "I'm with JT, entirely," he began; and he proceeded to tell me of his difficult and laborious (de)conversion that would have been sped along if only some righteous preachers bloggers like JT Eberhard, PZ Myers, and Greta Christina (his list, not mine) had been there to help him through the transition. (Oh, glory!) Even JT answered at first (and perhaps most tellingly) by saying that his reason was "because a lot of people read this guy". That's the same kind of perverted marketing Christians use to evangelize. That's all it is: evangelism.

I recently rearranged all my lists on Twitter, with one primary purpose in mind. I gutted sec-r, my list of secular humanists, skeptics, and atheists. The reason is, and I experienced the same thing on Google+, most of what these people share is utterly vapid. It's a mix of self-righteous quotes, bitter condemnation of Christians mixed with "OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE THEY DONE NOW" link-sharing, and ejaculations about science, logic, reason, the Archimedean point, or whatever other naturalist trope is floating around the tubes. Seriously, what's the difference between this and this, when you get right down to it? Everything on #atheism is stupid quotes, usually about how atheists are better than believers. Here's a small fraction from my access just now:

@JakeCatrain Jake Catrain Atheist: One who has no belief in god or gods. (Sorry christians, thats it) #atheism Retweeted 4 times

@GodlessAtheist Godless Atheist Christians worry about internal damnation. I just have to worry about what's for dinner. #goodtobeanatheist #atheism

@agaytheist Geoff Robert Warning! Clicking on a Deepak Chopra video link takes you directly to a Deepak Chopra video. - George Hrab #skepticism #atheism

@Monicks Monica Dear Theist: do you fear god? You might suffer Bogyphobia: Fear of fictional characters. Look it up! #atheism #atheist #snark (◕‿~)'

Seriously. Those aren't hand-picked. They're the first four results. What's the difference between that and this kind of crap? I can tell you the difference as I see it: nothing. Nothing at all.

My point is that criticisms of atheism that used to offend me now strike me as basically true. "Atheism is just another religion," Christians sometimes say, or, "What's the point in believing in a negative?" Well, for these people, it basically is. I know there's a hundred one-liners out there already zinging toward me to prove me wrong: "atheism is a religion like bald/not collecting stamps/off is a hair color/hobby/television channel." I would like to start that sentence with the words not believing in god, which – though some of these same practitioners would define 'atheism' as such – is clearly not all that's going on here. It's not just believing in a negative, it's reveling narcissistically in believing in a negative. What else could you call rubbing in people's faces that you don't believe in something which they hold very dear? And not just once, as a mean joke, but basing your entire life and personality around it?

I remember watching the South Park episode about atheism, where Trey and Matt had Cartman go to a future world where religion was no longer, and factions of Atheists fought wars and killed each other while screaming, "Science, damn it!" When I first saw it, I thought it was an infuriating caricature. But then you see these atheists all over Twitter who painstakingly list quasi-synonyms in their Twitter bio ("science, reason, logic, naturalism, antitheism"), and endlessly retweet Randall Munroe's, "It works, bitches!" and all of a sudden you can see the "grain of truth" behind this particular stereotype.

It's certainly not everybody. Consider the context – a Maddox-style rant penned half at two in the morning – before you judge me too harshly. I'm still an enormous fan of CFI, and applaud efforts like FFRF. Obviously I'm still interested in science for the public interest. I love being an atheist because there's no religion in my life, as far as I can help it, and for the reasons outlined above and more, I view a large swath of the atheist subculture (at least online) to be more or less a pseudo-religion: a community built around (the denial of) religious ideas. Even that is too much religion for me, so I'm just going to gracefully back away and let them do their thing. JT also told me something like, "Everybody has their niche and what they're good at." Maybe he's right. Maybe we're like vampires, and we're each individually shaped by the Embrace that was our faith snapping in half and reason inexorably leading us to atheism. Maybe we're all left bitter or wounded in a different fashion, so each has a way of dealing with it. I'm not categorically against what they're doing: it's just not for me.

As for a replacement for the atheist community? It hadn't really occurred to me. After all, I'm not really in the market for one. I much more strongly identify with late 19th century leftist politics (libertarian anarchism, secularism) and pacifism rooted in skepticism than I do with atheism per se, let alone the "gnu atheism" that is so preponderant online. So unlike, I suspect, most members of the online mega(un)church, I'm not so much a part of the community that I'm going to feel any withdrawal. There's no void for me to fill.

PS – Since you read all that, here's your reward: http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ti3t7MAwaaM

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Drabble #2: needy

[Heatwave // Godless] [Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: fwb!Taehyung x reader

Summary: Lines between you are dangerously blurred.

Genre: drabble, domestic fluff, angst, fwb au, roommates au

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: (graphic?) mentions of smut, needy!Tae acting like your boyfriend when he’s not your boyfriend, confusing feelings 😬

A/N: I love this couple, ok bye.

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‘Y/N’ Taehyung whines. You turn to pin him with hooded unimpressed eyes. ‘I’m horny.’

The two of you have been sleeping together for a few months now, it’s a carefully crafted, consensual agreement between two adults, two close friends. You have sex whenever you want to, no strings attached, friendship unaffected, none of that exclusive bullshit or godforbidden feelings. Just sex.

Sometimes you go a week without fucking each other, other times it’s five times in one night. There really is no strict schedule, it’s a casual, open relationship.

No, not relationship.

Friend(s-who-have-sex)ship.

After that club night, you both decided that there is an undeniable sexual tension between you that hovers beyond your platonic dynamic, yet it is purely physical. Neither of you are seeking anything more, neither of you want to give up your promiscuity for each other.

Thus births… Whatever this is.

‘And what about it?’ Sunday afternoon, you’re lounging on your cream L-shaped couch like vegetables, watching your favourite episodes of The Office. Taehyung is reclined on you, his head cradled in your arms in place of a cushion, and he’s stroking your hand a little too sweetly. Cuddling while watching a show together isn’t uncommon between you, though he is almost always the one to instigate it.

At your apathetic response, he pouts, nuzzling into your bosom. This is exactly the baby behaviour he know that drives you wild; since when have you been about to resist such a docile sub?

This is the same guy who asks you to call him daddy.

‘Why are you being so cold?’ From the corner of your vision, you see the puppy eyes he’s giving you. You have to resist rolling your own. He can be so needy sometimes.

‘We fucked this morning.’ You state, watching the television intently, purposely not giving him the attention he’s trying to lure.

It was a great fuck, in fact; several toys were used and you both came twice. You can still feel the phantom of his cock shoving inside you while he used the vibrator on your clit. Shuddering, you try not to bring up that memory in your head again to prevent your own arousal from perking.

‘That’s never stopped you before.’ Huffing, he snakes an arm around your waist and plays with the hem of your shirt. Of course, he’s not even paying attention to the show anymore. It irritates you when he requests to watch The Office with you then does not even look at the bloody screen for the most of it.

‘You should get a girlfriend, then, if you’re so horny all the time.’ Your tone isn’t bitter, but you guess it’s a little blunt.

Because you’re not his girlfriend. You’re nobody’s girlfriend. Ever.

Taehyung sits up abruptly at what you said, the warmth of his body instantly peeling off your front. His repulsion to the G-word is even physical as he scoots away from you. ‘I don’t want a girlfriend. Dating is so much effort, first you have to take them out to nice places and get to know them, then you have to see whether you’re actually compatible, and then you meet the friends and family who may or may not like you. That’s so annoying!’ He whines, unconsciously palming his crotch that appears to be slightly stiff.

True. Relationships are so demanding and complicated. Why would you wish to always have someone constantly asking your whereabouts? Why would you willingly be tied down to a single person? Why would you give them so much of yourself when they could one day just take this power and crush it in their hands? Relationships are a societal construct, forcing monogamy down your throats and telling you that if you aren’t in a committed relationship, you’re lonely.

You’re a single woman held down by no man, you can fuck whoever you want, and you like it that way.

But thinking of which, you realise you haven’t been fucking a lot of other people lately besides Taehyung. Or even anyone. The last guy must’ve been… That accountant from the bar with a foot fetish… Which was over two weeks ago.

A shudder courses up your back, the claws of that frightening thought digging up your spine.

‘Why don’t you booty call that waitress you were boning for a while?’ It’s a trick question, to see whether you’re also the only hole he’s been putting it in recently. Because if you are, then you two are falling dangerously close to monogamy, the greatest bane of your existence that you avoid like the plague.

‘Nah, ditched her weeks ago. She was too vanilla in bed, didn’t do me like you.’

Of course no one does him like you, and no one does you like him. That’s why you’re friends with benefits - because you know what each other likes the most. So why even bother trying to look elsewhere for sex when you can find it in the room next door?

But this is getting weird. Maybe you should call up that accountant again, hopefully he isn’t too offended that you ghosted him.

‘Why are you asking about her anyway? Are you jealous?’ That word strikes at you like an insult. Taehyung is wagging his brows annoyingly, toes jabbing at your ribs the way your brother used to do, so you flick his forehead harder than you normally would. Wincing, he clutches the sore spot like you threw a rock at him or something. Dramatic.

‘Of course not. I’m never jealous.’ You scoff. Y/N? Jealous? Come on, he’s making you laugh. ‘I was just curious, don’t flatter yourself.’

But it seems your response is a little too much what he wanted to get out of you as he continues to wind you up. ‘Aww, Y/N.’ He pulls you in by the waist and nestles his face in your hair. ‘You know you’re my favourite girl, right? Since day one, you’ve been there for me and I’ll never forget that. No one night stand or blonde waitress can ever replace you, okay?’ When he leans in to kiss your ear, you squirm away, groaning in disgust.

‘Taehyung!!!’ You yell out. ‘Being all wet and sappy will not get you laid right now. Stop it.’

‘Hey, I wasn’t even thinking about that anymore, but if you’re implying that there’s a possibility that I'll get laid right now…’ That irritatingly smug smirk is plastered on his face, and though it absolutely vexes you, it doesn’t fail to make you smile too.

It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him because since when have you been the one to say no to Taehyung’s thick meatstick? It’s just that…

‘Well, I’m not really feeling it, I’m sorry. I’m getting a really bad period cramp, I’m due tomorrow.’

There’s a subtle warmth creeping beneath Taehyung’s cheeks at your openness to talk about your womanly cycle despite years of you doing so. He’s used to it by now, but even he’ll admit, he’s not the most mature of men his age. The image of blood flowing out of one of his favourite body parts on you is… not nice.

‘Oh.’ Now the unenthusiastic mood makes sense. ‘I’ll get you some ibuprofen from the pharmacy?’

Sidling next to you back to his previous position between your lap with his head reposed on your sternum, Taehyung feathers his fingertips on your arm the way he knows you love. Although it only lasts a couple of days, he knows you always get quite down during period, not eating much and curled up in your bed to nurse your uterus pains. As your roommate, he sees it as his duty lift your mood the best he can. He must remember to get you some ice cream later.

‘It’s ok, don’t worry. Medicine is for the weak, you know I never take painkillers.’ You grumble moodily but brush his hair back from his forehead, his head tilting up in wave of your motion so he can look at you.

‘You’re a mad woman, painkillers don’t make you weak.’ This stubborn steadfast trait of your personality drives him mad sometimes. Why can’t you just take the bloody painkillers so you won’t have to endure the cramps?

‘I’m not a pussy. No, thank you.’ You glare down at him with a challenging glint to your eyes. Taehyung gets the sudden urge to wrestle you and shove those stupid pills down your throat.

He won’t be able to convince you, that’s one thing for sure after living with you for two years.

Change of tactics then. ‘Do you want me to rub your tummy?’ The dance of his fingers on your skin does not cease, he feels you stiffen under his touch when it reaches your bicep.

‘Are you going to turn it into some sexy massage roleplay?’

‘Not a bad idea, actually…’ The suggestion shoots an excited flare to his groin, but then you knee him in the side. ‘Kidding! We’ll do that next time. Just let me ease those cramps.’

When you don’t protest, Taehyung turns to his side in your embrace and reaches his big palm under your shirt. Your skin, smooth as silk, allows his hand to glide as if on ice across the span of your torso. A sound almost like purring sounds from your throat, and he cannot resist looking up to see the efflorescence of content on your face.

As he kneads on your pained navel with the ball of his wrist, you shut your eyes and rest the plush of your cheek atop his head. Maybe it’s the giver in him but when you hum, ‘That feels so good,’ he can’t help preening in pride.

‘What can I say, I’m good with my hands.’ Your arm around his neck tightens into a headlock until he splutters an apology that he doesn’t really mean.

Taehyung tries not to let his mind wander to dirtier places when you groan at the comfort of his massage. It’s weird how you have this effect on him now, how a simple noise from your lips can coax his arousal just like that. He has always found you attractive before all of this, yet would never dare think of you in that way. And now? You two could be gaming at midnight together, but then a brush of your thigh the wrong way would be enough to set each other off, and you will be fucking for two hours straight. He has never felt this magnitude of sexual attraction to anyone in his life before, and the fact that you’re his roommate and closest friend just adds to the convenience.

‘Okay, but why do I feel your boner on my leg?’ There’s a hint of amusement in your voice. Maybe even delight, but he could be reaching.

‘Just ignore it, it’ll go away.’ Knowing you’re not in the mood for sex also puts him off, though the message takes a moment to get relayed to his dick. Taehyung continues to rub your cramping stomach as if his erection isn’t aching to be touched right now. He will deal with it later in the shower.

‘You’re being really sweet… Today one of your needy affectionate days, huh?’ When your lips brush against his forehead, a tingle he purposely ignores shoots to his cock.

‘What do you mean? I’m always like this.’ Taehyung glances up to catch you piercing him with appreciation in your stare.

And he’s suddenly overcome with an urge to kiss you. Except that would be weird because you don’t kiss each other unless it’s during sex.

Friends don’t kiss when the benefits aren’t being reaped.

It’s the hopeless romantic deep in his heart that’s goading him. As much as he likes to sleep around, fuck random bitches, it’s in his blood to have such boyfriend tendencies. He really can’t control it even when he doesn’t mean it.

So maybe he is being particularly needy and affectionate today…

He probably shouldn’t when it could send you the wrong message. It’s a dangerous game you play, this. And although he should trust you and shouldn’t doubt your aversion from developing any sort of feelings, the risk still remains dangling above your heads.

Who’s it going to fall on first?

No, it won’t fall.

Because you’re just friends who fuck. Where’s the complication in that?

At the end of the day, he cherishes your friendship above all else. After the betrayal of who he thought were his brothers, you were his fresh start, his new home. The way he’s latched onto you, that kind of bond… No sex is worth losing that.

You’re twirling his hair in your little finger, tugging the tufts as well as his attention ever so slightly. You have a particular fixation on his hair, Taehyung realises. You even went to the barber with him the other day to make sure they don’t fuck up his hair; you were so reluctant to even let him cut it, saying you liked it that long and messy.

Your personal handgrip when he’s eating you out.

Circles his palm is rubbing into your core falter when you begin to brush your lips over his forehead. The slow pecks you plant on his bangs voids his brain of thought.

‘Stop kissing my hair if you want my boner to go away.’ It’s a challenge not to grind his still painfully stiff cock into your thigh, that guy down there really has a mind of its own.

‘Seriously..? Me kissing the top of your head is making you hard?’ Disbelief ridden in your tone, Taehyung’s skin now feels barren when you remove your lips.

‘Hey, I don’t control these things! Plus I was horny to begin with…’ He flushes.

You should stop banging so often, really.

‘Wait also, have you been using my shampoo? Your hair smells like berries.’ You sniff at his scalp like a curious hound.

Taehyung looks up at you sheepishly.

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09/09/2019

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