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liv2post · 3 months

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Serenading Him

CHAPTER 6: Respite (FINAL CHAPTER)

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Severus groaned softly as a gradual brightness roused him from what felt like to be a deep slumber. The fleshy color of his eyelids could no longer replicate the facade of darkness as he slowly fluttered his eyes open. He was first met with a plain white ceiling with a slight popcorn texture to it and something soft beneath his head and cradling his body. The second thing he registered was a fuzzy feeling in his head and throat.

The snake. Voldemort. He—

His hand shot to his throat as he attempted to swiftly sit up, but immediately regretted it, a heavy dizziness forcing him back down against his propped-up pillow with a groan.

“You’re awake,” a voice said softly.

His eyes flicked over to the side and landed upon you. You were slouched in a chair, head propped up by your fist with a tired expression on your face and watching his form with a gentle smile. He was alive.

“…Y/N?” He rasped out.

“Hi, Severus.”

He blinked dumbly at you before slowly scooching himself up more in a sitting position, glancing about the room. He had an IV in his arm and some magically powered machines keeping track of his vitals. He was in a hospital room, St. Mungos most likely. You were the only other person in the room except for the people who passed by on the other side of the blurred privacy glass.

“I died,” he stated, still thinking this may not be real.

You nodded lightly. “You did, but I brought you back. A little after you died, Voldemort called a one-hour armistice. I flew down from the tower to see how everyone was fairing and I overheard Harry and Hermione talking about you, how your “body” was in the boathouse. When I found you, I apparated us to the Potions classroom, healed your wounds, and got your heart beating again, and uh,” you blushed, “more or less stowed you away in my room until after the battle was over.”

His eyes widened. “Did we…?

You smiled fervently. “Yes, we won. And Harry is officially two for two in surviving the Killing Curse.” Your smile dropped a little. “We lost some people though, but the teachers are alright. Harry got you pardoned by the Ministry. Only a select few people saw whatever memories you shared with Potter to have your name cleared, but Kingsley is Minister now, so you have him on your side in the future. Unfortunately, you’ve become Rita Skeeter’s next target.”

Any words after the word “curse” fell deaf on his ears. Severus didn’t care. It was over. All of it. A slow exhale left him and you swear he probably got five years younger from the stress that seemed to leave his face.

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“You’ve been in a medically induced coma for almost a week now. The poison that circulated in you had done a bit of damage to your insides, so they needed to treat that. You hardly got any new scars though…except for the neck. The doctors said whatever special poison the snake possessed made it impossible to treat the scarring, but it might lessen naturally over time.”

The pads of his fingers lightly touched the raised skin on his throat. He summoned a hand mirror and grimaced at the sight of his neck. He could make out very clearly where his throat had been cut as well as the angry tearing and puncturing caused by Nagini. There was a yellow glow around his skin though, which meant you had applied that spell of yours.

“I can take it off if you’d like.”

He shook his head with a sigh. “No, leave it,” he uttered and with some effort shifted over in his bed. “Come here.”

You pushed off the chair and quietly moved to the bed as Severus shifted into a sitting position to push off the edge, but noticed him wince a little as a pain radiated from his stomach to his chest.

“Don’t push yourself, Se—”

“Shut up,” Severus adjured, standing now as he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his nose in your hair, taking in your form as you sunk into his hold. Your hands slowly ran up and down his back, your touch soothing him through the cotton hospital clothes more than any potion or spell could. The two of you just stood there holding one another, your breathing falling in sync. You were both here. Alive. Despite having known him for multiple years, the days you spent together over the break were vital. It established an indescribable level of trust and had the war taken him, it would have eaten you up inside knowing he had so much on his shoulders.

He eventually drew you back towards the bed, a quiet gesture to keep you close to him. As you sat up against the metal frame, Severus wrapped an arm around your waist and laid against your side while you slinked an arm around his shoulders.

“Thank you for all you’ve done. I’m glad you are alive,” Severus murmured.

“I should be the one saying that to you . Your magic worked brilliantly. I think it got about fifteen Death Eaters in total before Harry dueled Voldemort.”

“Good…” he hummed, his eyes tiredly scanning his surroundings once more until they landed on two fuzzy silhouettes behind the glass exterior of his room. “Are those…guards by the door?”

“For your own safety, yes. Quite a few Death Eaters fled when they realized Voldemort couldn’t kill Harry a second time.” You grabbed a newspaper off the bedside table. “You being pardoned was the headliner two days ago. Since you weren’t on the toll list of those who died in the war, they know you’re alive. Also, you got a letter from Draco’s mother.” You opened the newspaper and out fell a tan envelope with a red wax seal with the name “Narcissa” scrawled on the front.

While he fumbled open the letter, you read the copy of the Prophet to give him some privacy. Based on the despondent sound he made, he was not pleased by the contents inside.

“My home was destroyed,” he muttered aloud.

You made a pained noise of sympathy and gently rubbed his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Severus.”

“Some books were saved, but there was a Dark Mark. Aurors convinced the locals it was a gas leak, but…” he trailed off. Truthfully he knew this would happen should he have escaped the war alive. He’d be hunted relentlessly by anyone who became aware of his true loyalty and his betrayal of Voldemort which was now, thanks to the Ministry, the entire Wizarding World.

“Y’know…I still plan on relocating, but not to America anymore. ‘M gonna use some of the money my parents left me to get a place out in the countryside. Probably Yorkshire. Or maybe Ireland.” You tilted your head toward him. “You could come with me if you’d like.”

He was silent, neither verbally accepting or declining your offer, but the way his weight pressed slightly further into you and his hand squeezed your waist was somewhat of an indicator of his feelings on the matter.

Your fingers began playing with the length of his hair. “You’ve had some visitors, too. Harry and his friends came on your second day here, as did Hargid… Draco tried , but I wouldn’t let him in because he was drunk and waving his wand around like a knife. Professor McGonagall came yesterday to see if you had woken up. She is… adamant in having a conversation with you,” you chuckled.

“I know what she’s going to say. I don’t wish to speak to her yet,” Severus grumbled.

“Everything in its own time,” you declared smiling and pecked his head, bringing a light smirk to his face. “More importantly, you are in dire need of a trim.”

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wlwinry · 6 months

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could i know more of your thistlecaster thoughts/any hc’s??

YES sorry ive become insufferable about them im gonna list off everything off the top of my head

classic example of fell first/fell harder. after the breakup w zelda gorgug sorta gradually spirals into being in love w fabian but he's very much like "im not gonna put my crush on him, i'll tell him at some point but i don't wanna mess things up" and he's very...not casual but not constantly freaking out about it. meanwhile fabian gets hit by the metaphorical "in love with gorgug" bus and proceeds to be so uncool about it to the point where everyone BUT gorgug notices his crush. it's the "leans against a vending machine and breaks it" scene w mazey but 10x worse

they spar A Lot, because they're the two main melee fighters/the ones who don't rely heavily on spellcasting in combat, which means they work together on the field A Lot. as such they're very good at reading each other's body language

PDA couple alert. not to trackerbees levels there is no 69ing on the battlefield but fabian is constantly holding gorgug's hand or leaning against his side and gorgug is constantly hugging fabian from behind or resting his chin on his head. fabian is touch-starved (hallariel isn't exactly the cuddling type and bill's physical affection tends to come in random bone-cracking bursts) and just sort of melts into gorgug

he also melts into gorgug bc gorgug is very earnest and sweet and fabian "expressing genuine vulnerability is dangerous" does not know how to process this other than by becoming a ball of deeply enamored mush

you've never seen someone give as many gifts as fabian does. even if it's just smth like a coffee or tea when they meet up before classes bc fabian knows that he needs the extra energy. there's big gifts too, like the giant workshop and lab he converts one of the multiple training rooms in seacaster manor into for gorgug to artifice (state of the art, ofc), but also things like a special holster for drumsticks, pillows enchanted to maximize restful sleep, etc.

gorgug retaliates by making fabian Many Things. often accessories. several with tin flowers on them (he also makes the engagement and wedding rings, when it eventually comes to that. and it does. to me.)

fabian gets a little emotional whenever he's offered another flower

fabian is also big on terms of endearment and pet names but "darling" is very specifically never one of them. gorgug's favorite of the bunch is "flower"

gorgug loves watching fabian dance. fabian also loves watching gorgug artifice. there tends to be an admiring onlooker in their various workspaces

the hangman fully offered to throw itself into a ditch so gorgug would come fix it again if that would help fabian flirt w gorgug. fabian refused. the hangman kept asking and was only effectively stopped when reminded that gorgug owns the hangvan

speaking of the hangvan. good makeout spot.

idk i just think they're so in love and they match up so well i think about them always. fabian also goes to so many cig figs concerts with big ol glittery signs covered in hearts and gorgug is always flustered when he sees him in the crowd, much to fig's delight. when gorgug mentions wanting to write fabian a song she is immediately on board and insists he has to do it

fig needs to know details immediately and gorgug is. so bashful about giving them. meanwhile fabian WANTS to gush and riz is like ily im so happy for you i dont need to know all the details. this does eventually mean fig bugs fabian for details and fabian eagerly gives them

unlike his mother fabian knows loving someone with a human lifespan when you're going to live well beyond one means you have to treasure every single moment with them. so he does. and gorgug knows he will love him no matter what plane he's on, living or dead

i have more this is just. what i've got off the top of my head rn. thanks for letting me be completely insufferable

#d20 #thistlecaster #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #fabian aramais seacaster #fantasy high #fhjy

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collidescopeeyes · 1 month

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HCs of Aatrox as a weapon and a reader who is his user please 😭🙏

Aatrox with wielder!Reader

- Look there's gotta be a whole character arc here before he's in a state to exist around other people. He's a man trapped inside a sword trying to escape the very nature of his existence by destroying the world and by extension himself, thereby trapping himself in a nightmarish cycle of violence and pain with no respite. Like, all he's done for the last few centuries was possess some poor fool, go on an apocalyptic warpath, get killed, and be stuck back in the suffocating sensory deprivation tank of his sword form until someone new picks him up, rinse repeat.

- You find him in sword form, but much like Kayn and Rhaast he doesn't manage to overcome you–except instead of using him to murder people, you just kinda lug him around and show him all the nice things about living (cuz honestly, leaving him there would be kind of fucked up).

- Being put in forcible time out, he very reluctantly is forced to admit that maybe existence isn't all pain and okay, yeah, maybe there is inherent value in life. The hot springs are nice, he guesses. Human, bring him to the hot springs again.

- He's gonna be a huge bitch for a while let's be real, like full tilt raging complete with threats of grievous bodily harm (and he can be a real bitch when he wants to be, have you heard some of his voice lines??). At the same time, he's terrified you'll leave him so he still tries to go the ‘temptation of power, just give in’ route, and generally emphasizes how powerful he is and how useful he can be.

- Eventually you go from being you, human, to his human. He hasn't had a social interaction that did not end with someone dying in literal centuries, much less a friend. Like he still bitches but instead of threatening you, he starts threatening anything that threatens you, which he defends with the idea that he's the only one worthy of killing you. You learn not to take it personally, your giant sword with a disembodied heart set into the hilt is a tsundere, this is your life now.

- ‘ive only had this human for two months and if anything happens to them I'm killing everyone in this plane of existence and then myself’, but to be fair that last part was his plan to begin with. Anything even begins to threaten you and it's fire and brimstone from him–unfortunately, he can't exactly do much as a sword other than beg you to use him to slaughter anyone who so much as says a harsh word to you.

- The longer you wield him, the more he becomes attuned to you–which is new to him, because Darkin usually don't have a wielder without them becoming a full host for this long, and even then the wielder is usually trying to suppress them. With you, Aatrox gradually gets his senses back–unlike Naafiri and Rhaast, his sword form doesn't come with eyes, so he basically has to magically parasitize your vision and see through your eyes. Gradually this extends to other senses too–hell of a shock to him when he starts to feel your pain. Eventually, he gets his own sense of touch back, which is kinda weird since his body is a sword now, but it's still leagues better than eternal numbness. Even if he's not really sure how to process that he can feel you literally holding his disembodied heart in your hands.

- His grand plan was to accumulate the blood from every rare instance you were forced to use him to defend yourself in order to build himself a new body and then kill you with it. The plan is amended to killing you in your sleep, cuz he likes you, even if he doesn't want to admit it. It takes literally until he's standing over you that he realizes ‘I don't….actually want to do this,’ and he has zero follow up plan or capacity for self reflection so he just stands there like a weirdo. And then you wake up.

- “Are you gonna kill me?” “....no.” “Okay, cool, I'm going back to sleep.”

- You start travelling together like normal people then, except y'know, being in human form is pretty taxing so a decent chunk of the time he just...stays a sword. This is a huge gesture of trust from him, knowing that if you happen to put him down he'll be put back into a prison of his own body, but also you've kinda earned his trust in this matter since you could've left him to suffer at any point before now and didn't. He still acts like it's some sort of honor for you to be wielding him, but you've also earned his respect by this point so the ‘puny human’ talk has pretty much evaporated.

- His protectiveness gets worse once he has a body to act independently with, but not as much as you'd think–he respects your wishes and genuinely doesn't want to upset you, so he won't hurt anyone you don't want him to (...too bad)–though he will intimidate the everliving fuck out of anyone he thinks is a threat to you. He does actually still have a pretty robust sense of right and wrong–it’s just that he didn't give a fuck about it in the face of escaping the torture of his existence. Now you're that escape, and he'll defend you with the same visciousness that he killed literal gods with.

- He does not have any frame of reference for romance. He only sort of remembers being Ascended, and barely if at all being human before that–and in all that time he was a soldier through and through, devoted to his duty above all. He doesn't even know that he's caught feelings. Like he wants to be close to you all the time (and other urges he shall not be examining), but that's normal right?? You've been carrying him around for months now, surely it's because of that. He also hasn't had anyone touch him without also trying to kill him in centuries, forget that he can actually feel it now–surely that's why the slightest touch from you makes his heart skip a beat (you can literally see it, it's right there in the sword). It's normal. He's being super normal. Denial is just a river in Shurima.

- Point being, the man is oblivious, and even if he wasn't, he has no fucking idea what he's doing and he has a boatload of unresolved self-esteem issues. You're gonna have to make the first move and you're gonna have to be very forward and upfront with him. He's gonna freeze, Aatrox.exe is working overtime; internally he goes from ‘tf do you mean I have feelings’ to ‘tf do you mean I have feelings for a human’ to ‘well obviously this is my human, she's special, why wouldn't I have feelings for her’ to ‘me?? Why the fuck does she want me??’ to finally deciding that he would have to be clinically insane to turn you down (putting aside that he thinks there's a very real chance that he is in fact insane, but he's working on that).

- Not that he knows how to be in a relationship. Mutual respect and communication can go a long way to figuring stuff like this out, but it's pretty obvious he's out of his depth–he’s struggling to adjust to existing in general, and he's got centuries of trauma and a barely repressed anger management issue. It helps that he knows you're on his side (and that he's probably already made every threat under the sun when you first met), but the man doesn't exactly have a lot of practice dealing with his frustration in a healthy way. Patience is essential here–he’s trying, and he will get better with time and understanding.

- He's actually super self conscious about his body–in his eyes, it's a twisted, filthy reminder of what he used to be. Without a compatible host, Darkin bodies start to break down without fresh blood to sustain them, and he can't help but compare it to how he used to be before the Void war. His form is stable with you, but he still has a whole lot of negative associations. You've got your work cut out for you if you want to convince him he's not some sort of malformed disgusting beast–he’s very much of the opinion that you're some kind of saint for wanting him despite what he looks like.

- Despite all that, physical closeness is a big thing in his culture, plus he's touch starved and will take any opportunity to have you close. If you're not doing anything he'll literally just pick you up and deposit you on his lap so he can be close to you. If he's in sword form, he'll sulk if you put him down for even a moment. It's funny though, because as much as he passively demands attention like some sort of large spiky cat, he also gets really flustered if you're affectionate with him. He's also a huge tsundere though, so him being flustered mostly involves stammered yelling (he’s actually kind of awkward, when he's not being intimidating–re his joke lines).

- Darkin run hot as a consequence of the hemomancy their bodies are made up of–in particular, the area over his heart is very warm. He doesn't visibly blush per se, but the glow of his heart gets more radiant when he's flustered, and he gets noticably warmer. The dark plated parts of him are hard and bone-like with the slightest bit of give, whereas the red parts feel like normal skin if slightly thicker. He has a habit of only touching you with his unplated left hand–the other one has a lot of jagged edges and he worries he'll accidentally cut you (plus, the plated parts feel less). Since his form is fairly stable with you he can manifest his wings fairly consistently, but he's stuck at a (relatively) meager 9ft tall without absorbing any new bodies. His wings are more batlike than anything, and the webbing is extremely sensitive.

- In Ancient Shuriman custom, marriage is a social arrangement wherein a couple is considered married as soon as they start living together, no ceremony or paperwork required (fun fact: actual ancient egyptian custom!). Most couples have this accompanied with a legalized property agreement, but Aatrox was raised into a warrior caste that doesn't have a concept of private property, and he doesn't currently have much of a use for possessions anyway. This is all to say Aatrox considers you to be married and you have no idea until he offhandedly refers to you as his wife.

- All that being said, he still has an extreme sense of duty to his follow Darkin, being about as close to a leader as they have left after the war and their sealing. He feels an obligation to find a way to alleviate their suffering, either by finding them hosts, undoing their binding into weapons, or finding a way to kill them and have them actually stay dead. It's a grim task and it's pretty important to him to have your support in it, however you want to approach it.

#league of legends x reader #league x reader #leauge of legends #reader fic #x reader #reader #f!reader #aatrox x reader #requests

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nonbinaryeggrolls · 1 year

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Battle of the Larynx I

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

A/N: hi y’all! ik ive been so MIA with my stories lately. if im being honest sometimes i just don’t have ideas for new chapters or how to continue in progress stories, but hopefully i can get some more done soon! but for now enjoy this quick Miguel O’Hara story cuz i am OBSESSED with this man atm

Inspired by Battle of the Larynx by Melanie Martinez!

Warning: smut (fingering), toxic relationship, ANGST (yk i fucking live that shit), neglectful Miguel, LONG ASS CHAPTERS

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

You knew what you were getting yourself into when he told you. You knew the nights that laid ahead for both of you filled with his crying and screaming after a failed mission led to a loss of innocent life. You knew the days would consist of hours holding your breath wondering if he was alive or not, and finally exhaling when he arrived there at your doorstep; battered and bloody but still, he was there. That was really the only promised you asked Miguel to keep— be there. You could handle him leaving randomly and not coming home until 2 in the morning, it was his obligation as a hero and that came before anything else. But he also took an obligation as your partner to be present when it mattered most, and according to him he cherished that concept with his life. So if that was the case why wasn’t he here now?

Miguel had been gone for 5 days now, longer than he’s ever been gone for. Five days of nothing, no calls, texts, emails, even an owl with a note would’ve sufficed at this point but he chose to leave you in the dark yet again. You touched up your mascara in the shiny elevator door reflection as you prepped yourself for the celebration party you and your art school classmates planned after you all landed the animation internship. What was supposed to be a chance for your friends to finally get to know Miguel was clearly turning into yet another evening third wheeling other couples. Another night of watching girls curl up with their lovers while you downed a spiked lemonade to forget about yours. This was the 26th time Miguel had abandoned an important event with no notice whatsoever (yes you’ve been keeping track). It started with simple things like picnic dates or small get togethers, then his absence gradually became more impactful. Missed family dinner’s, birthdays…anniversaries. Disappearing for days on end with no check ins, it was becoming torture. It was becoming increasingly obvious that people started to question whether or not you even had a boyfriend, and slowly you did too…

To Miggy 🧸:

please tell me you’re coming tonight, you know this means a lot to me Miguel

4:23

can you just call me and let me know youre alive at least????

4:49

i hope youre chaffing in your suit asshole

8:14

The elevator door opened letting you onto the top floor of Alchamex, it was pointless checking but you always did anyways. You crept your way into his office hoping to see his usual tired figure slumped over in his chair, ready for you to nag him like you usually do to take a break and eat something, but the only thing occupying the space was scattered papers. You looked through his window that towered over the Nueva York city streets trying desperately to hold back the tears that were fighting their way out.

“Y/N?”

Y/N: “Jess! Im- Im really sorry.” You turned your head only slightly so she couldn’t see your puffy eyes.

Jess: “Y/N, you’re part of reception you know you can get in a lot of trouble being up here without authorization.”

Y/N: “I know I know I just…I thought Miguel be here.” You mumbled between hiccups that came up from you failing to hide your sobs. Jess wasn’t stupid, it didnt take a genius to know what you were upset about, or who you were upset about, “If you um… if you see him can you just ask him to come home please.” Working through your sniffles, you wiped your face with your sleeve and made your way out of the office before she even had time to respond

Jess sighed feeling a twitch of anger brew inside her towards the young man, she scowled and muttered obscenities under her breath as she dialed Miguels number…

The next week came and you missed the party entirely, the calls from all your friends and colleagues went unanswered. Honestly, your self esteem couldn’t take another embarrassing, lonely entrance into an event that Miguel was supposed to accompany you too. Another endless night of sympathetic looks and pity hugs.

The clock read 7:48 pm when you arrived home from work, another day of taking calls and booking meetings for a man that wasn’t even there half of the time. With a heavy sigh you set the bags of groceries you had in hand down in order to get your keys out of your back pocket. The space was dark and cold when you walked in, it had been for the last week. You stocked the fridge with your new groceries then before taking a quick shower and finishing your nightly routine. You were in the middle of applying your night cream when you heard a loud thud causing you to finally leave the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a tall dark figure emerging from the window. You let out a shriek managing to fumble everything in hand as you scrambled to find your pepper spray.

Miguel: “Woah woah! Relax it’s just me! it’s me Y/N!” Usually you’d be used to Miguel’s late night window entrances but it had been so long since you last saw him you forgot he even did it. He turned on the living room light revealing his tired and bruised figure. He was still dressed in his spider suit, the suit you excitedly spent hours on your ipad drawing and redrawing to get the perfect design; now you hated the sight of that thing.

Y/N: “Miguel?”, seeing him gave you relief knowing it wasn’t an intruder, but the anger that’s been stirring in you for the last 2 weeks slapped you back to reality. Silence filled the space between you two, neither of you taking the initiative to speak first. It took 2 weeks for him to come back and you weren’t going to wait another second waiting for him to find the balls to say something.

Miguel: “Y/N please wait!…” he pleaded when you turned away and slammed the bedroom door behind you. You plopped down onto your mattress, you were exhausted and couldn’t stand to look at his face anymore, but you felt the empty bed space behind you dip with his weight.

Miguel: “Congratulations on your internship cariño, I knew you’d get it…” No response. “I…I got this for you. Y/N?” If you turned around you’d see the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand but you were motionless. This new silence terrified him. The possibility of you finally giving up on him made his heart sink a little

Miguel: “Y/N I’m really really sor—

Y/N: “Just shut up Miguel, shut up already…” you finally spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve never cared about a single thing that I care about, if you did then you would’ve been there like you said you would but you weren’t! SO JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” you sobbed and curled your legs closer to your chest

Miguel: “I know you’re angry at me… but Y/N I really am sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you or text you. I’m sorry it took Jess calling me to make me realize how terrible I was being. I should’ve been there to take you to your friends party, like I promised I would. I wanna be someone you can count on and trust but I’m screwing it all up.”

At this point Miguel had already stood up from the bed, you could feel the floor thump as he paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to you. You couldn’t help but peek over at him, he looked horrible with his head in his hands and blood and dirt still caked on his suit. Regardless of how angry you felt towards Miguel you always took pity on the poor man. He loved you with everything he was and everything he wasn’t, all he wanted was to be everything you ever needed, but you were the first woman he had ever been with since Dana and Gabriella passed. You knew loving you was like learning to walk again.

You called his name in your soft voice. His head shot up, you were finally facing him with your arms open inviting him in for a hug. Miguel practically jumped from his seat and into your arms. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to feel your touch and even though he smelled like ash and rubble you felt exactly the same, practically crying as you melted into his hold

Y/N: “I thought you were dead Miggy, you can’t keep putting me through this I can’t take it.” He settled deeper into your embrace and rested his head into the crook of your neck

Miguel: “I know, I’ll be better for you…” You felt his lips latch onto your neck and pepper you in small kisses, “I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He groaned against you, pushing his stiffened member against your groan and pulling out a desperate moan from your lips

Y/N: “I…I love you too Miggy…fuck!” You screamed has he drove his thick fingers into your already soaking cunt. Every curl and thrust against your plush walls pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

You cried against his shoulders. There were times when the space that was wedged between you two felt infinite then dwindled every time he came back home to you.

It was euphoria, to feel him with you again.

But every high has to come down at some point.

The sound of arguing pulled you from your sleep. It was 2 in the morning when you rolled over to see a space where Miguel was originally sleeping beside you. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to wake up in the middle of the night to work at the kitchen table or yell to Jess about some other spider variant that messed up a mission; one named Peter seemed to come up very frequently. However it seemed like this specific conversation went on for a fairly long time, you could even begin to here Miguel’s voice shake with whoever he was speaking to.

You slipped on a new t shirt from Miguel’s drawer since the clothes you previously had on had been ripped to shreds. His voice became more and more clear as you made your way down the hall

Miguel: “Do you already have an idea on who it could be?…Fuck. Okay, I’ll *sigh* I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Y/N: “Youre leaving again aren’t you?” Your voice startled him out of his sulk.

Miguel: “…Jess suspects there’s a spider variant that’s purposely letting anomalies run loose in other dimensions. I have to handle this Y/N...”

7 hours, it took 7 hours to fall into the same old routine. It was honestly amusing at this point, all you could do was laugh. How stupid you were to think things could be any different. How stupid you were to think that HE could be any different.

Y/N: “Are you fucking serious?!” You shouted

Miguel: “Y/N Stop it, not right now please. I need you to just go back to bed and let me—

Y/N: “Let you what?! Let you leave me and come back anytime you find it convenient? How long are you gonna be gone this time Miguel, a month this time? Do you even care about the promise you kept to me? Or do I even cross your mind when you’re out there dimensions away from home playing hero for everyone else but me? This isn’t a hotel Miguel, this is our home! At least that what it fucking used to be!” You fumed. He towered above you but that didn’t stop from getting in his face, “It’s not fair Miguel! You don’t get to leave me alone for weeks and come back and fuck me thinking that’ll make it all better! You have to be better!”

Miguel: “You need to stop acting like you’re the only person in my world that needs my attention! I’m not a monster for putting the safety of the multiverse first. Im sorry I can’t be here to rock you to bed and give you a kiss goodnight all the time. Sometimes we have to put personal matters on the back burner Y/N, it’s called responsibility!” He gathered his phone and the rest of his belongings off the kitchen table

Miguel: “I have enough to worry about as it is, having you and Jess blowing up my phone to go to some party with people I don’t even know doesn’t he—

Y/N: “What?” Your tone was softer and started to become laced with hurt, it was evident in the way your voice started to shake, “Jess called you that night and it took you a week to come back?”

Realization of what he just said settles in and it makes his brows furrow in frustration and both himself and you. When he looks over at you with that same stupid emotionless face he always has you can’t help but boil with anger. His nonchalance towards your problems made you curl your fist until your knuckles turned white

Y/N: “No you’re not a monster, but you are an ASSHOLE for making me believe you could balance work and me! Why are you even with me if you can’t—

Miguel: “This conversation is over, I have a job to do and youre keeping me from doing it.” He cut you off harshly, dismissing your concerns yet again.

Y/N: “I never asked you to sacrifice your obligations! I said from the beginning that being a hero comes first, just make some goddamn time for me now and then! Why Miguel? Why do I have to beg you to see my family at Christmas?! Why do I have to beg you to meet my friends or give me an ounce of attention?! Why do I have to ask you to care about me?!”, This was frustrating him too much, your lack of understanding was infuriating. Miguel had to leave before he said something he might regret. He turned away from you and your manic sobbing and made his way to the window seal without another word, afraid that he might damage things worse than they already were by speaking

Y/N: “If we switched places I wouldn’t DARE treat you as terribly as you treat me—

Miguel: “WELL YOURE NOT ME! YOU SIT AT A DESK AND DOODLE ON A FUCKING COMPUTER! YOUR CAREER IS A JOKE, A CHILD COULD DO WHAT YOU DO. YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO THIS WORLD, I DO.” His nostrils flared and his eyes burned red with anger, “SO DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY LIFE LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHAT IVE HAD TO SACRIFICE JUST TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD!”

Y/N: “GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A CUNT!”

Miguel: “AND YOURE A REPLACEMENT!”

Miguels eyes widened and his rampage instantly stopped. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth, and honestly he couldn’t either. He didn’t mean it at all, he wanted to take back those words as soon as the left his mouth, he just wanted to leave. Why didn’t you just let him leave? He wouldve been right back. The air was thick and uncomfortable, your combined heavy breathing was the only thing filled the space between the two of you.

Miguel: “I…I’ll be right back.” There was a shakiness in his voice and in his movement when he stepped out onto the fire escape.

Y/N: “Dont come back. If you leave tonight…don’t come back Miguel.” You spoke in a tone barely above a whisper

Miguel: “We’ve said things we don’t mean…I’ll be back later to fix things.” His suit integrated onto his body and he leapt off of the building ledge. A blur of blue and red was the only trace he left behind.

The truth was out now, how Miguel really felt towards you. You were never a first priority or even a second or third, you were nothing but a soul to fill the space where something else was missing. His wife, his daughter, you never tried to stand in their place or become what they were to him, but now you knew that’s the only reason Miguel kept you around. You were his vice

Your heavy cries carried throughout the apartment as you laid in bed cradling the maroon cardigan that was in the gift box Miguel got you.

The spider society headquarters was empty and calm, but the office at the top floor was anything but. Miguel sat atop of his hovering platform brooding in silence in front of his computer monitors, It’d been like this since he arrived. Miguel was always stern and reserved, he never held a conversation with anyone other than Jess or Lyla so him being fairly quiet was normal. But for Miguel to not say anything at all was strange, and it didn’t take long for others to take notice of his behavior shift since leaving your apartment

Margo, Peter, and Jess were the last people at headquarters, after a long day of interrogating potential rogue variants the crew was finally successful and able to apprehend Spiderman on Earth-3360. What will happen to the young man wasn’t decided yet but catching him was a cause for celebration. The group sat around the cafeteria table sharing empanadas and Soju for a few minutes before they went back to their own universes

Margo: “Yeah Ive been in his office all day with him and Lyla and he’s barely said 2 sentences, he wasn’t even mean during interrogation. It’s like he didn’t have it in him to yell. I think he’s depressed or something.”

Peter: “I thought he was always depressed, that’s like his thing isn’t it? That’s why he’s not funny.” He joked and finished off the last empanada

Jess: “I don’t know but I need to get home, my back is killing me and I can’t deal with The Grinch any longer.” She said taking letters hand to help her up from the chair.

The group said goodnight to each other, Margo logged off and Jess went home to some much needed rest, honestly this line of work seems too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Peter made his way up to Miguel’s office, who he knew could hear the entire conversation thanks to his enhanced hearing.

Peter: “You know they’re right Miguel…” he shouted up to Miguel who was brooding on his platform

Miguel: “About what?” he asked in a condescending tone

Peter: “About you, you don’t think we’ve noticed you moping around all day. Do you wanna tell me what the deal is so you can stop pouting?” he swung onto the platform and took a seat next to Miguel, crossing his arms and sitting firm in place waiting for Miguel’s response but he was met with silence, “Is it the rogue variant? Cuz we’re not gonna let this happen again…”

Miguel: “No.”

Peter: “Miles? Gwen? Ben?”

Miguel: “No it’s none of them.” He turned his attention away from him and focused on organizing the handful of papers on his desk

Peter: “Then what is it? Is it Y/N?”

Miguel: “Did I say anything about Y/N?! Why even bring her up?!” He snapped, it was exhausting having to work and act like every terrible thing he said wasn’t weighing on his mind. Miguel couldn’t even interrogate the variant with losing focus, having to have Jess switch him out is gonna remain one of the most embarrassing points in his Spider-Man career. Peter was never a first choice for a sounding board, but it was only going to get worse for Miguel if he didn’t turn to someone for advice, because Lord knows he was terrible at handling relationship problems on his own

Miguel: “I said something bad, really really bad Peter…” he confessed. He took a seat in the chair next to him

Peter: “Do you wanna be more specific?”

Miguel: “I told her that her career was a joke. Then I called her…a replacement.” Peters eyes widened, he knew Miguel was capable of harsh words, he’d seen it first hand with Miles but this was unexpected. Especially with you, the girl he fawned over and practically stalked at work until you made the first move.

Peter: “Shit, Miguel. That’s really messed up…Did you mean it?” He asked

Miguel: “No of course not! I didn’t mean any of it, I was just frustrated. I’m not the bad guy for prioritizing my duties! She just wasn’t listening Peter, she wasn’t understanding any of what I was saying or where I was coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Peter: “So why did you say it?!” Peter exclaimed

Miguel: “I DONT KNOW!”, He slouched over in his chair and cradled his head in his hands, his own words made him sick to his stomach. How he urged to tell you how guilty he was for what he said, for never being there, for making you feel like you didn’t mean anything, “I just wanted her to be quiet, everything she was saying was right but it made me feel guilty and awful. I wanted to make her feel worse than I felt. God I’m so fucking dumb…”

Peter: “You know I’m not good with this, it wasn’t long ago that I was a sad piece of shit too with a partner at home who basically couldn’t stand me. That being said, I also know that when it feels like nothing you say can make up for everything you said, and you said A LOT, maybe too much. I would never say something like that, that was insane…”

Miguel: “Peter…” he said through gritted teeth

Peter: “Sorry sorry, that being said when it feels like there’s nothing you can say that could make up for everything you said, a simple apology means more than you think it does. A real apology Miguel.” Peter looked at him, he didn’t need words to know that Peter was basically tell him to finally get his shit together.

Miguel: “What if she doesn’t accept it?”

Peter: “She will if you mean it…”

Passing buildings were a blur to Miguel, he was racing home so fast he couldn’t even focus on anything around him. While he swung from structure to structure he planned out every single thing he’d say to you, how he’s sorry for failing you in this relationship and he’d change for the both of you. He even tried to remember if there was still cinnamon in the spice cabinet so he could make you your favorite comfort drink, champurrado.

Miguel soon landed on the fire escape outside your apartment, you made a habit of leaving the curtains open for him so he could see if you were up or not and now it was an involuntary part of your routine. He peeked inside and saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, hoping to come join you he tried to open the window but it wasn’t budging.

‘Had you locked it on purpose?’ He thought to himself, no you couldn’t have, you always left in unlocked for him. But when he saw the book you had used to block the window from being moved he panicked. Miguel knocked on your window, frantic and desperate

Miguel: “Y/N! Y/N! Unlock the window!” He pleaded. His knocking stirred you out of your sleep and you sat up in your bed, your puffy eyes on full display. When you finally looked over at him you were emotionless just as he was to you, it terrified him seeing you look at him with no longing or affection

Miguel: “Let me in…please cariño”, he begged

You were so tired, you were so tired of wondering why your boyfriend left you to question his love for you and now after tonight you know why. You stood face to face with him, the window still a barrier between you and him. It ate away at you but you couldn’t stand another night asking yourself why you weren’t getting the love you deserved. You had your answer and you didn’t need Miguel around anymore, not if you were going to be another substitute for what was missing.

Miguel: “Y/N…Y/N please wait!—

You closed the curtain in his face and went back to bed but it didn’t stop his knocking and pleading, begging for you to let him in and mend what he broke. It continued for an hour until you were convinced he eventually gave up and left. Him being gone finally gave you a chance to break down once again into your sheets, but Miguel sat on the fire escape listening to every choked out sob and hiccup you let out. Every painful cry the he caused you and now he wondered if he’d ever be able to fix it.

#across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #peter parker #into the spider verse #spiderman #miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara smut #hobie brown #miles molares #atsv

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cosmicangst · 11 months

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Hello! Do you have any favorite romance novels to recommend that are not YA? Thanks!

OH THE PANDORAS BOX YOUVE OPENED ANON ehem a not so exhaustive list

historical romance (this is my main genre so there's more books here)

bringing down the duke and a rogue of one's own by evie dunmore - part of a series but both can be read as stand-alones. victorian period ft suffragettes. the second one in particular is my absolute favorite. it's very Gender with an insouciant dandy and an ambitious activist leader, both lonely and stubborn.

the brothers sinister series (especially the countess conspiracy) and the turner trilogy by courtney milan - will admit i read these books a bit ago so i don't remember much of the details only to say that courtney is a brilliant romance writer so i automatically trust her any time i read her books. she makes the unromantic very romantic in a very grounded way. for example in one of the brothers sinister books, the couple has sex for the first time and it turns out to be understandably mediocre. but this becomes a starting off point that actually brings them closer together. i just love the touch of realism and imperfection she brings in a genre that's built off of heightened emotions and almost fantastical perfection in relationships.

the devil comes courting by courtney milan - separate rec because this is part of another series which i haven't fully read yet. but i just had to add this because i find it remarkably unique among the genre. the events span years (rather than the shortened time frame of most romance novels) and a large part of the courtship is epistolary. it's also interracial and does not feature a white person! (heroine is chinese and hero is black.) one of those hr books that is equally historical fiction as it is romance and explores a period that i think hasn't been touched upon as much yet.

a week to be wicked by tessa dare - the best romcom-y hr ive read! it's a zany road trip with a romance that happens so gradually it really does sneak up on you which is the best kind.

the belle of belgrave square by mimi matthews - marriage of convenience. read this recently and every plot beat was absolutely perfect. the reveals, the commitment between them, everything just made sense. nothing was extraneous.

convergence of desire by felicity niven - also marriage of convenience. I LOVE THIS HEROINE. she's on the spectrum and he has a toxic relationship to sex. he is absolutely not attracted to her in the beginning but the honesty she gives to him while she pursues her own ambitions has him absolutely at her feet by the end.

my deceitful duchess by aydra richards - nerdy virgin ass hero which is a breath of fresh air from all these alpha males. has one of the best grovels over a misunderstanding that absolutely makes sense and isn't contrived 👌👌👌

when beauty tamed the beast by eloisa james - read this a long time ago but this is the first romance book i read so i have a lot of fondness over it. a kind-of retelling of beauty and the beast. top notch banter.

suddenly you by lisa kleypas - older heroine and younger hero! virgin spinster and novelist starts a fwb relationship with her publisher. a bit dated but still a fun read.

devil in winter by lisa kleypas - oh very dated but a classic amongst the romance community. marriage of convenience. the hero sebastian is both loved and reviled (and rightfully so i think) by his readers but i just have so much fondness for evie and the way she absolutely does not give a shit about how intimidating he is.

a rogue by any other name by sarah maclean - childhood friends reunite years later. read this a loooong time ago and i don't remember much except he does the absolute most to push her away because of Revenge reasons and the fallout from that is delicious

a lady's guide to fortune hunting by sophie irwin - MY CURRENT LOVE. enemies to lovers with my favorite heroine. she is cunning and scheming and absolutely shameless without being a complete asshole. the hero is also equally savvy enough to match her wit and catch onto her grift. the interplay between them of trying to outscheme the other is hilarious and delightful.

contemporary:

georgie, all along by kate clayborn - sweet, slow romance where the drama happens around the couple rather than between them except for the very end and even that is handled pretty maturely. not a big fan of third act breakups in general unless it's for a very good reason so this one sidesteps that by not prolonging it.

against a wall by cate c. wells - small town enemies to lovers. one of those read with your pussy books. hero is kind of a dumb brick but he knows it and owns it and i admire him for it. heroine is the town pariah and spoilers he literally fights the whole town for her sake. get you a man!

the kiss quotient and the bride test by helen hoang - both feature leads on the spectrum. i've seen criticism regarding how she handles neurodivergent characters but reading her author's note, i can tell she definitely pulls a lot from her own experiences being on the spectrum herself so i don't really understand the crit tbh. kind of veers to melodrama a little at the very end but i eat that shit up

the hating game by sally thorne - overexposed now in the rec circles but still a mainstay for a reason. enemies to lovers workplace romance with two leads that are kind of deranged which i love. great prose, great banter.

the billionaire's wake-up call girl by annika martin - billionaires have no rights but just suspend your head for a sec. they could have made him a millionaire and functionally nothing would've changed. anyway also a yummy enemies to lovers with a case of mistaken identity.

well met by jen deluca - kind of like georgie, all along in that the heart of it is just two very normal people falling in love in a very normal way that feels true to life. setting is a renaissance fair which is delightful.

kiss an angel by susan elizabeth phillips - dated as all hell and has some troubling parts with a batshit premise. but the last several chapters honestly make the book and i reread it from time to time so im obligated to include it on this list.

bass-ackwards by eris adderly - okay TW on workplace harassment BUT JUST READ PAST CHAPTER TWO I PROMISE. if it's still not your cup of tea totally understand but anyway... er, workplace romance.

people we meet on vacation by emily henry - ive described this book before as when harry meets sally if harry and sally were making a travelogue. the best friends to lovers pining is actually painful.

other/kinda out there:

radiance by grace draven - arranged marriage interspecies romance! i love this one because both of them thinks the other is actually very ugly so they fall in love purely through their friendship.

transcendence by shay savage - OK LMAO hear me out: caveman and a modern human sent back in time due to shenanigans all from the caveman's pov. the premise is batshit and it's obvious which fandom this was originally a fanfic for if you think about it for more than a second but this author makes it work???? have no fucking clue how she did it but by god she absolutely did

last light by claire kent - apocalypse romance. kind of road trip with survival elements. again i just love unlikely romances where the couple isn't that attracted to each other from the start and having that gradually change through time in a way thats not signposting to the audience.

ghost walk by cassandra gannon - funniest shit ever. ghost who died in the revolutionary era meets a psychic who works as a walking tour guide and recovering from a nervous breakdown. absolutely ridiculous and over the top. insta love which i normally dont like but this was so campy and fun i didn't even care

all cishet but you can find my queer recs here

#reply.#anon.#notes.#romance novels are good actually.

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id love to hear you talk more about tsunene! its not a ship ive given much thought before, but i do think they have such potential to be absolute besties so i can totally see the ship appeal lol

I can do my best.... first off though, I'd point to another ask where I talked about their similarities. I think, because they both love Amane, because they both want to hear what Amane wants, they share a lot of thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I think their parallels are intentional.

When I look at fanfiction... fanart... I often feel Nene-chan gets shaved down to 'a normal girl' ... 'just nice' or something. Nene-chan has almost no friends, and she's incredibly unpopular. She's not simply a frumpy hum-drum normal girl, she's... a weird person...! She walks around the school singing songs to herself, she freaks out loudly, she's clumsy, she's super exciteable and expressive, she's childish and playful, she likes weirdly macabre things....!!!!! She's VERY different from the other girls we've seen in-manga!!!! Nene-chan is the only girl like this!!!

Gosh, chapter 1 is entirely about just how socially helpless and unable to be a normal, dateable girl Nene-chan is... she can't even give a boy flowers or make him a bento normally...!!! She's... offputting!! To most people!!! She's weird haha! It's what HANAKO loves about her...!

God only knows what she was like as a CHILD with her creepy ghoul and skull plushies, and attraction to ghost stories!! Nene-chan made the DECISION! entering middle-school to become more feminine and acquire more feminine vocations!! Before that, just how unappealing to the average person was she? The Nene-chan we know now, is a Nene-chan who has tried to make herself more appealing... ! And... she's so strange!

Getting a decent role in a school play is impossible for her, nobody would vote for her to be anything !! Because she's unpopular... ! Poor Nene-chan doesn't seem to notice this reality, though...

Nene-chan's playfulness can even be a bit much for Amane, who can be bulldozed by it! Though of course, it's part of why he loves her! That childishness is something Amane really needs in his life!! He needs to be spun and spun around, he needs to be whipped up into a frenzy! He needs someone lively!

I don't think I need to explain that Tsukasa is also exciteable, clumsy, childish, playful! Of course he is, so much so it scares some people or something, haha. Of course, Tsukasa also bulldozes Amane, too playful and energetic! ... but Amane needs that...!

Nene-chan is so easily swept into the moment with someone else-- at the tea party, and with Shijima-san within her wish... really, if Natsuhiko wasn't there, how do you think this situation would have ended? What point was Tsukasa trying to make, by crawling into Nene's lap, while she tries to assert "Hanako-kun isn't my type"...?

she's quite receptive to Hanako's excessive intrusive touching ... gradually. Lol... all these boys are too forward for her at first blush.... they're both such rude boys....

We should give Tsukasa the chance to get up close to her just as often~~ make her heart race~~

his forwardness, his honesty, his desire to peer into your heart-- what about that wouldn't suit an ultra-romantic like Nene-chan, so used to the evasive Hanako, who is always hiding his gaze from her, pulling down the brim of his hat? How do you think a long conversation would go, if they were finally completely alone? How would it feel to have Hanako's twin touching her, staring at her, calling her name? Nene-chan wants to know about him.

anyway I don't know why Nene-chan is blushing here when she recounts meeting Tsukasa, lol...

Personally, I think it's all inevitable.

It's like an approaching train ready to crash!

#avvy's JSHK

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why is everything so ugly: the curse of modernism / everyone is beautiful and no one is horny / the empty promises of marie kondo and the craze for minimalism

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[Image ID: five screengrabs of a youtube video by Mina Le, followed by four screenshots of two articles.

in the video Mina is sitting on a couch with a mic in her hand talking to the camera. she says, “Minimal traits, from Apple products to mid-century modern IKEA furniture. Millennials, the current apartment-renting, house-buying market, clearly have aligned themselves with minimalism, maybe in their plight to be more environmentally cautious, or at least to seem like it, or to appear spiritually superior in a pseudo-Buddhist kind of way, but that's another topic. But in general, we like to buy a house that's new, because newness implies that things aren't broken.”

the first two article screenshots are of white text against a black background. it reads, “The house looks real, too. There are toys and magazines scattered around the floor. There are cardboard boxes waiting to be unpacked since the recent move. Framed pictures rest against the wall; the parents haven’t gotten around to mounting them yet. The kitchen counters are cluttered and mealtimes are rambunctious and sloppy, as one expects in a house with three children. They’re building a pool in the backyard, but not for appearances: it’s a place for the kids to swim, for the parents to throw parties, and for the father to reacquaint himself with his love of diving.

At the time, this house represented an aspirational ideal of American affluence.

In her blog McMansion Hell, Kate Wagner examines precisely why these widely-hated 5000-square foot housing bubble behemoths are so awful. Over and over again, she reiterates the point that McMansions are not built to be homes; they’re built to be short-term investments.

Kate writes, “The inside of McMansions are designed in order to cram the most ‘features’ inside for the lowest costs.” These features exist to increase the house’s resale value, not to make it a good place to live. No thought is given to the labor needed to clean and maintain these spaces. The master bathroom includes intricate stone surfaces that can only be scrubbed with a toothbrush; the cathedral ceilings in the living room raise the heating and cooling costs to an exorbitant sum; the chandelier in the grand entryway dangles so high that no one can replace the bulbs in it, even with a stepladder.”

the next article is black text against a white background. it reads, “Little of this feels true today. The percentage of workers who are freelance instead of salaried grows each year. House prices are prohibitive in any place with a strong labour market. Economic inequality is more severe than ever in the modern era. To make matters even worse, the greatest wealth now comes from the accumulation of invisible capital, not physical stuff: startup equity, stock shares and offshore bank accounts opened to avoid taxes. As the French economist Thomas Piketty points out, these immaterial possessions grow in value much faster than salaries do. That is, if you are lucky enough to have a salary in the first place. Meanwhile, crisis follows crisis and mobility now feels safer than being static, another reason that owning less looks more and more attractive.

Apple devices have gradually simplified in appearance over time under designer Jony Ive, who joined the company in 1992, which is why they are so synonymous with minimalism. By 2002, the Apple desktop computer had evolved into a thin, flat screen mounted on an arm connected to a rounded base. Then, into the 2010s, the screen flattened even more and the base vanished until all that was left were two intersecting lines, one with a right angle for the base and another, straight, for the screen. It sometimes seems, as our machines become infinitely thinner and wider, that we will eventually control them by thought alone, because touch would be too dirty, too analogue.”

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#Don't know how to feel entirely about the third article I don't agree fully with it #Especially the title feels a little weird to me #But it made some good points #mine

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Well, it's 4:48 am, Ive written like half of the story. I came up with the idea of the story just coz I was horny and imagining stuff but as I started writing it, it ended up becoming much more than a sex story. I haven't started writing the sex part yet, so I decided to just end this part, like it does and the people who are interested in just the sex part can go to the next part.

And if you're actually interested to read this story, go ahead you cute little human....OH BY THE WAY, this is the first story that I'm ever writing.

So here we go,

I've always been kind to him and he's always been just too avoidant. The feelings are clearly mutual but once it was just too much, i took a step back. If he gets his mind in the right place and finally learns how to swallow his pride, then good, or I can find someone else who does.

After a month of not talking to each other, he finally calls me up on a random day. It was the start of the vacation after the mid-semester exams. It was a cloudy day, i was feeling good about my hair, the air was cool just like the tall glass of iced coffee I was sipping. I see his name pop up on my phone, shocked, but i pick it up calmly. There's 3 seconds of silence before...

Him : Hi

I sense the nervousness in his voice. Its kinda cute ngl.

Me : hiieee

Him : Umm, h- how're you ?

Me : Well I'm good, the weathers good as well, exactly how I like it. It's a good day.

Him : Yeah I know you love this kind of weather. Ummm did your exams go well ?

Me : Yeah they did actually, i actually studied this time which is kinda surprising but yeah I feel good about it.

Him : I'm glad.

I can hear him smiling

Me : You sound nervous, are you okay ?

This makes him even more nervous.

Him : Yeah in fine, totally. I'm not nervous. Noo.

Me : Cool.

Him : Well, the weather's good and i thought maybe we can go out today ? Are you free right now ?

Me : Umm, right now ?

Him : Yess right now !!

Me : Well yeah I'm free right now, are you taking me out on a date ?

Him : NO I'm not asking you out on a date, I'm just asking if you wanna go out with me.

Me : Okay, where are you taking me ?

Him : Well, idk if you remember but we always talking about going to that lake together, so we can go there today.....the weather's good too.

Me : Ofcourse I remember that. Sure, we can go there. Just let me know when and where are we supposed to meet and I'll be there.

Him : How about we meet there directly at the lake ?

Me : okay sure.

Him : Well ill be there in like 90 minutes and you live close to there so start your journey accordingly. I'll be there at 4:30.

Me : okay done.

Him : Okay, see you soon.

I hang up. I resume sipping my coffee, keep it down on the table and as i gradually start processing what just happened, the sudden wave of thoughts starts kicking in. I'm actually very happy how he finally reached out, I had lost all my hopes of getting in touch with him ever again but he proved me wrong and as i realise the kind of thoughts I'm having, I try to stop myself.

"nope"

"stop expecting so much"

"it's just a cassual meeting don't have such high hopes"

I've been dissappointed by this guy so much so many times but love makes us stupid and we always go back to having that false hope. But not this time, I'll go see him with the lowest expectations I've ever had, it'll just be like a first date with any other guy i meet on Grindr, even though a part of me will be hoping for him to be like i always wanted him to be, treat me nicely, like a fucking boyfriend.

This is the never ending cycle of thoughts I was expecting while I get finish my coffee in a hurry, take a shower, get ready with the best outfit my not-so-fashionable ass can come up with, and start my journey to the lake.

As I start walking, I recieve a text from him- "I just checked on Google maps, my bus will be there in like 30 minutes".

"Guess I'll have to wait for him", I think to myself as i react to that message with a "👍🏽". It's only fair though, since I'm always the late comer on our previous dates, he's the one showing up late this time.

I reach there, wait for him sitting by the waters. I start listening to the playlist of songs he once made me, even though we stopped talking, i still listen to the playlist and both of us keep adding songs to it every now and then. I recieve a text from him, "I've reached, where are you?".

I playfully reply with, "find me". I KNOW he would be pissed off with this but i do it anyway 😂. After a couple of minutes a pair of hands rudely takes out my earphones from my ears, I turn back and it's him. He stands in front of me, looking cute as hell, with those curly hair covering his forehead and a nervous smile on his face. His lips look sooooo bitable right now but i control my urges and stand up to nervously say hi to him with the creepiest of smiles i could ever come up with. We greet each other and start walking and just having awkward conversations for a while, for a shocking change, he breaks the ice this time and says that it's really good to see me again. I smile and continue walking. His hand brushes with mine as we walk. There's an ice cream shop on at the lake and as we pass by it, i smile and move towards it. He follows me to the shop. While I'm looking at the flavours he says, " let me buy you an ice-cream today". I just stare at him in silence coz it's very new to me, it's always me spending money on others. But since he's been a total bitch to me in the past toh I let him. We both continue walking which ice creams in our hands and on our way back we sit by the water to see the sunset. As we finish our ice creams, the silence becomes awkward again. He nervously puts his hand on mine while I look at a cute cat sleeping by the waters. I look at him and just smile.

Me : I'm glad we met.

Him : same pinch

I feel a little bad as he still hasn't taking about anything i have been wanting him to talk about, he hasn't apologized even once. But i calm myself down and just decide to go with the flow.

Me : Im kinda surprised how you came all the way here just to meet me.

Him : Ughhh, i was just getting bored at home and wanted some time away from my neighbours. My flatmates are all gone for the vacation so it's just me at the flat. I thought I'll have some peace but my neighbour kept bugging me. I had to get out of that place.

Me : Oh, so you're just getting bored that's why you met me.

Him : No it's not that, I wanted to meet you.

Me : yeah whatevs.

Him : Well, i came all the way here to meet you. Maybe you can go back with me to return the favour?

He says with a smirk...

Me : Are you serious ?

Him : Yeah why not? I'd rather be annoyed by you than my gross neighbour.

Me : Well even i wouldnt mind some time away from my annoying cousins.

He smiles and tightens his grip on my hand, we get up and start retreating to his home as it gets darker.

We sit together in the bus, holding hands, he rests his head on my shoulder. Both of us are nervous as fuck but we're just letting our hormones control us. I want it, but i don't want it at the same time. This is wierd, ughhh what if this is all just platonic ?

Songs :

Skinny Dipping - Sabrina Carpenter

Mine(Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

Electric Touch - Taylor Swift

#gaysmut #romance #gay #cute

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translations-dark-matter · 7 months

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Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Chapter 61

Shin Tae-oh closed his mouth. Since what I was saying was correct, there was nothing to say.

"As soon as the hospital admission process is complete..."

Se-hyeon stood up but was pulled back by the wrist, causing him to sit. As he sat down, his body trembled for a moment, as if he had fallen backwards.

"Why..."

He was about to ask why when Shin Tae-oh's hand reached his forehead. It was the same as what I used to do to him. Tae-oh’s large hand came down over his forehead, even covering his eyelids, so Se-hyeon couldn't even close his eyes.

"It's hot."

Se-hyeon pulled his head back, covering his forehead with his hand to escape from the warmth that covered it.

"This is because I'm excited."

Ha Jin-seong attacked the wrong person, and it was unbelievable for him to realize that person was himself. However, Shin Tae-oh gently raised his head and instead of touching Se-hyeon’s forehead, he held his cheek. As he tried to grasp both cheeks with one hand, the shape of his face seemed as if it was being held.

"Your face is all red. Come here and lie down."

"...Lie down?"

Se-hyeon glanced at the space revealed as Shin Tae-oh half-raised himself. Shin Tae-oh, accurately sensing where Se-hyeon's gaze was directed, shook his head.

"Not here, over there."

While holding Se-hyeon's face, Shin Tae-oh gently turned it to the side.

"Let's lie down together."

"This is the emergency room."

Se-hyeon revealed his disbelief with his trembling lips.

"It's a place where urgent care should be given to those in critical condition."

"That's right. So, you should lie down."

"Boss, do you think I'm joking right now?"

Se-hyeon forcefully pulled away from Shin Tae-oh's hand. The emergency room was not a playground for kids.

"If you stay like this, a cycle will occur."

"I'm sorry, but it's still too early for the heat to come."

"No, it will happen."

Shin Tae-oh spoke with more certainty, observing Se-hyeon's body's reactions.

"My pheromones entered your system and haven't fully come out yet. You must have felt the heat continuously, right?"

Since last night, Se-hyeon had been holding heat in his body. Because of that, he couldn't sleep properly and occasionally unbuttoned his coat to release the heat.

"It's better to treat it quickly."

"Then I'll take care of it myself and leave."

"Ugh. I guess the secretary has become very comfortable. Having to repeat myself..."

"I'll lie down."

Feeling the irritation in Shin Tae-oh's voice, Se-hyeon immediately stood up from the chair. Awkwardly, he sat on the nearby bed, and Shin Tae-oh smiled as if to say, "When did that happen?" and called the nurse.

Se-hyeon wordlessly extended his back of the hand as the doctor explained that if they had been a little late, the cycle would have come. It would take several months to recover once the cycle is disrupted, so it was better to receive proper treatment now. He received hormone injections and even intravenous fluids.

Se-hyeon, who felt the irritation seeping into Shin Tae-oh's voice, immediately got up from the chair. He awkwardly sat down on the bed next to him, while Shin Tae-oh smiled as if he had never been irritated and called the nurse.

When the doctor explained that the heat cycle would have occurred if they had been just a little bit late, Se-hyeon held out the back of his hand without saying a word. It would take several months to recover once the cycle is disrupted, so it was better to receive proper treatment now. So he received hormone injections and even intravenous fluids.

Se-hyeon, who ended up receiving similar treatment as Shin Tae-oh, began to gradually accept the reality that had befallen him while staring at the ceiling.

It was because of being entangled in Shin Tae-oh's rut yesterday that he ended up lying like this. Even what happened in the bathroom in the morning was all physiological and natural.

Still, with the reassurance that the heat wouldn't occur after receiving the IV fluids and taking the medication, he slowly closed his eyes.

He had worried that revealing his omega status would lead to consequences, but he received unexpected concern instead. It felt like a distant past when he had tried to hide his nature, and it seemed like more had happened in the past three months than in the past three years.

"The original work shouldn't be shaken..."

Events that had already deviated from the original work had occurred, so they needed to be brought back on track...

***

"I fell asleep."

After spending the night with tired, sleepless eyes, Se-hyeon couldn't remember when exactly he had fallen asleep. He slowly sat up, looking around the surroundings.

It was dim and quiet, making him think that it wasn't the emergency room after all...

"Is this a private room?"

Or is it a VIP room?

There was only one bed nearby where Se-hyeon had been lying. He had intended to admit Shin Tae-oh, so he wondered why he ended up being admitted instead. He let out a slight hollow laugh and pushed the blanket that had reached up to his abdomen aside.

He had been laying with his coat on, but when he got up, he realized he was dressed in a shirt...

"He really took off my clothes."

Muttering while looking at my clothes hanging on the hanger, Se-hyeon turned his head to the door, belatedly remembering something.

"If it's Shin Tae-oh, he would have reserved a double room."

Unless his heart had turned towards Yoo Jin-ha, he wouldn't miss this opportunity. But why did he leave me alone to be admitted?

Amidst layers of suspicion, Se-hyeon felt uneasy as he lay on the hospital bed. Along with that, he cautiously pretended to be asleep as he heard the sound of the door opening.

He didn't even know why he acted like this. He just felt anxious, thinking he had to lie down, and in response to some inexplicable pull that told him to close his eyes at the sound of the door.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Se-hyeon tried to relax his face and exerted effort. When a sleeping person squeezes their eyes tightly shut, it's practically the same as saying they're awake, so he tried to make it as natural as possible. He even slightly parted his lips.

"Se-hyeon-ssi."

The voice that usually called him "Secretary Ahn" called out his name.

"Ahn Se-hyeon."

Even though the voice attached his last name, it was a sweet voice as if he would flinch if Se-hyeon didn't remain on guard.

"I wanted to say this in a more splendid and beautiful place, not in a situation like this..."

Shin Tae-oh's voice seemed a bit distant, as if it had gone elsewhere and come back after looking at something else.

"My heart keeps racing, and I get headaches. I thought I would die if I didn't say it, so I came to find you."

Even if it was understandable, isn't it a bit strange to say this to a sleeping person? Se-hyeon pondered whether he should just pretend to wake up and not say anything. It was at that moment when such concerns arose.

"I like you, Ahn Se-hyeon."

Se-hyeon stifled his breath at Shin Tae-oh's confession.

"I like Ahn Se-hyeon, but I can't ask you to love me. I've done many wrongs."

Shin Tae-oh's confession contained not excitement but rather remorse.

"I regret the most that your role as Secretary Ahn was always delivering gifts to Yoo Jin-ha. Every time I gave my heart to someone else, what were you thinking?"

Was it super fun?

"But it shouldn't have been like that. It wasn't about asking Secretary Ahn to use the things that others rejected. I wonder how it felt to use something that someone else had rejected..."

Was it a great deal?

It was just nice. It was warm because there were gloves, and mornings were enjoyable because there was coffee.

"That's why I couldn't confess that I like you. It was shameless."

"So that's why."

No wonder Shin Tae-oh's expression wasn't good after I received Yoo Jin-ha's gift last time. I thought his expression was upset because I was swayed by Yoo Jin-ha's gift, but it seemed like he realized that he had done something wrong to me.

‘Now your feelings towards Yoo Jin-ha have been completely sorted out.’

I sighed inwardly. Even though someone liked me, I couldn't bring myself to laugh.

This shouldn't be happening. Not only did Ha Jin-seong's strange pleading twist the original story, but Shin Tae-oh's behaviour was also peculiar.

And I was both dumbfounded and swayed by his confession.

"I will apologize and make it up to you in the future."

There was no need to apologize when he didn't do anything wrong.

"You won't have to receive gifts for anyone else from now on, Se-hyeon-ssi."

Se-hyeon-ssi, Ahn Se-hyeon, Secretary Ahn... It would be fine to use just one, but he kept switching between them.

Along with Shin Tae-oh's promise or rather statement, I felt his hand brushing against my hair. And the touch that stroked my cheek carried affection towards me.

"I really like you, Ahn Se-hyeon."

The warmth left behind by his hand as it passed through left a new heat in my body. If it's going to be like this, then there's no point in receiving intravenous fluids.

"Do you think you would accept my confession if I told you how much I really like you?"

Se-hyeon tightly clenched his fist hidden under the blanket at Shin Tae-oh's gentle voice. His heart, which had been fluttering at his confession, now started beating loudly. He hoped that Shin Tae-oh would stop confessing before his heartbeat became audible to him.

"Now I can give you gifts right away and take care of you. I can provide you with everything you need."

‘Are you talking about the dishes left at my house?’

Why are we talking about dishes here? If you keep mentioning it, just take them with you.

"I'm confident that I will only look at Ahn Se-hyeon for the rest of my life. Can't you give me a chance?"

Se-hyeon regretted pretending to be asleep when Shin Tae-oh continued his monologue.

"I really like you."

"...."

"I like you."

"...."

"...Should I tell you again when you open your eyes?"

"...."

What?

"If you want, I can say it a hundred or a thousand times. If you want, you can keep your eyes closed forever."

Shin Tae-oh presented the question, demanding a response.

As Se-hyeon pretended to be asleep, of course, he couldn't say anything... But he could feel Shin Tae-oh's hand moving over his closed eyes.

"I'm currently waiting for Se-hyeon-ssi to wake up in awe of my confession. I'm ready with open arms."

He confessed as if he knew I was awake...

"He's really good at playing tricks until the end."

This mischievous little brat.

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IV. Guided By The Stars

MATURE CONTENT! ONLY 18+

Bucky's POV:

It had been a few days since her comment about her weight set me off. Honestly, did she think that little of herself, that she didn't think she was worthy of being loved by someone because of how she looked?

Thinking about it, the look in her eyes, the way her features seemed to steel over, it made me think that she actually believed what she was saying. My god it drove me nuts thinking that she believed that. Although I'd never admit this out loud, I'd let her walk all over me because she was worth it. When she smiles, everything around me stops, and the only thing that I can coherently think of is how her lips would feel against mine. How they would mold to mine, and how she probably tasted so sweet. Like the nectar that attracts the bees to a flower.

She was my flower, and I was the bee that would always keep coming back for that sweet nectar. That's why it enraged me to walk into the cabin and see my father's filthy hand on her supple skin. It made my stomach lurch at the thought of anyone leaving a mark on her. Which was why I threatened to have any of my men drawn and quartered if they so much as left a mark on her when they brought her here on the ship during the plunder

I can still recall the fury that had spiraled in the pit of my stomach, swirling around like the thick smoke rising from the bowels of hell. The way he sneered at her, and how afraid she looked. Father or not, I was ready to kill him for touching her. I really didn't care if the crew called for mutiny at that point. No one was going to touch her but me.

The last three days had gone rather well if I was being honest. She had come up on deck a few times during the course of our travels. She started asking questions, some about the places we've been, and how one becomes a pirate. To be honest, she was drawing out more feelings and memories I had kept locked away for the longest time. Afraid that if I even so much as tried to think about them, I'd never be able to lock them back away.

With her, everything just felt at ease and natural. It made me almost feel bad for having to take the route I did to get her here. Almost.

As I stood on the upper deck, tossing directives to the crew in order for us to dock at the next town, I see a figure move out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to watch as she slowly came up from the cabins, and gradually found her way to the side railing, standing there as the salty breeze played with the tendrils of her hair, letting them dance in the rays of sun.

I shake my head, trying to push down the newfound feelings that were creeping up along my spine. Just as the thought of going to join her makes its way into my mind, Steve stands beside me, his head turned up to the sun, enjoying the warmth on his face.

"You know, if you stare any harder at her, you might burn a hole through her skirts or something." Steve says nonchalantly, not moving his head. I take a moment and clear my throat, it having gone dry again at the sight of her.

"I was just thinking that she looks overly warm at the moment. Her face seems a little red, does it not?" I ask, praying that he doesn't comment any further at the apparent starting problem I've developed since meeting her.

"Maybe?" he says, now turning to look in her direction.

"Now that you bring it up, she does look a little flushed." Steve agrees.

"I think there is a lighter skirt somewhere. I'm certain it will make her feel a lot more comfortable to be in something else bulky. I'll take a look." I say, turning to start towards the cabins, turning to Steve, "Keep an eye out for her, for me please?" I ask, already knowing that he would.

"Sure!" he says, leaning forward on the rail looking down on the main deck. I turn and go towards my cabin, and open up a trunk, looking through it to find what I was hoping was still there, and that none of the whores my father had taken, got to it. After digging further down, I finally find it. With the skirt draped over my arm, I head back to the deck, giving Steve a nod to let him know I was back, continuing my way over to her.

She seemed lost in thought, as she didn't turn when I stood beside her. I cleared my throat, hence making her jump with a startled noise, that I found to be the sweetest sound I could have possibly heard. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You were deep in thought, and figured if I put a hand on your shoulder, you would have jumped worse." I told her, offering an apologetic half smile.

As her eyes traveled up to mine, my throat felt suddenly parched, and I made an attempt to lick my lips. She tilted her head to the side as her eyes pierced into mine, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in them that I couldn't quite place. After what felt like an eternity, I remembered about the skirt I had over my arm, and motioned towards her with it.

"I um.. I figured you might like to wear something that wasn't so hot. So umm.. here is a lighter skirt." I finish, handing it out to her.

She looked down at the skirt, and her hand reached out to touch the material. Her fingers traced over the folds of the fabric, skimming across it. She made some soft sound at the feel of it, and that sound reverberated deep throughout my body. I wanted to hear more of the sounds that she could make, especially if my fingers did the same to her skin as she was doing to the material. In fact, it wasn't just my fingers that wanted to draw out those delicious sounds, but my whole existence. The sudden flashes of having her underneath me, as my hands and lips trail over her body, was making it hard for me to stand still, suddenly remembering that I was standing in front of her.

"Thank you!" she whispered, her voice soft and suddenly shy. It made me want her all the more. Before my body could betray me, I start to turn and walk away.

"You're welcome!" I said over my shoulder, stalking back to where Steve stood, pretending not to have watched that.

"Don't try to be coy, Steve. I know you saw that whole interaction. I'm going to head into town when we dock. Please keep an eye on her, and don't let her wander!" I told him, before heading to my cabin with the hopes of trying to calm down.

~~~~A few hours later~~~~~

When we finally docked, I didn't really want to stick around on the ship, so I did what I needed to, and immediately took off into town. I walked for a bit before coming up to this tavern. I paused for a moment, thinking that a drink or two probably wouldn't hurt, and maybe, just maybe, it would help me get her out of my thoughts for a bit. She had such a hold on me already, it was unnerving.

I walked into the tavern and scanned over the establishment, looking for a seat. I finally set eyes on an empty table, and make my way towards it. As I sit down, this busty blonde barmaid comes up to the table, not really looking at me at first, and asks me for my order. "Just a tankard of ale please." I say, and it was then that she looked up at me.

I could see it in her eyes, and the way her body language changed. She parted her lips to say something, but nodded instead and turned to get my order. She came back not only with the tankard that I asked for, but some bread and meats as well. "Compliments of the cook!" she says, setting the tankard down along with the plate of food.

I know damn well that the cook didn't send out the plate, but I didn't want to be rude. Once she set them down, she turned to walk back to the counter to fill the other waiting orders, but not before she turned to give me a look that could only be described as bedroom eyes. I really wasn't interested in another conquest, at least not the barmaid. My body responds involuntarily to the thought of her, as I take a drink of my ale. I put the tankard down, giving my head a light shake.

I had a woman here in front of me that pretty much was begging me to have my way with her, but my thoughts kept going back to the ship, so much so wondering what she was doing. After a few drinks later, the tavern started to get lively, as music started to play, yet I remained in my spot. I'll give the barmaid credit. She became increasingly bolder with every drink I had.

At one point, she had placed what was going to be my final drink on the table and decided it was the right time to full on make her advancement. Taking her chance, she trails her hand up and down my arm, lingering over my bicep a moment. I turn to look at her hand on my arm, and follow her movements as they snake down my chest, to the hem of my pants, dancing over my abdomen, making my mouth go dry.

As I look up her arm, to see her face, I try to wet my lips by running my tongue over them, which doesn't work so I take a drink from the tankard instead.

"If you are free tonight, Captain, I'm done in an hour. You can show me how you would plunder me?" She asks, in a very overly sweet tone that suddenly made me feel nauseous, as her hand didn't leave my abdomen. Before I could say anything, something pulls my gaze over to the middle of the room. My eyes landed on her, and I could tell by the way her body was tense, she had seen everything.

Even before I could react, I saw her cheeks flush, as she turned to practically run out of the tavern. Grabbing hold of the barmaid's arms, I forcefully moved her out of my way, trying to make my way to her, scanning over the faces of the crowd. I see her weaving her way through the crowd, frantic to leave. I moved a bit faster, reaching her before she could put her hand on the door knob, pulling her back towards me. I turn her around and force her to look up at me, staring deep into her eyes.

As she started to pull her body away from me, I grip her arms to try and hold her still, saying her name over and over, panic lacing through me the entire time.

After repeatedly trying to get her to listen to me, one of her arms broke the hold I had on her and I heard it before I felt it. I was dumbfounded. The sudden rush of heat where her hand had made contact spread like wildfire over my cheek. In disbelief I dropped my hold on her arm, my hand going straight to my cheek that now stung. I watched as she stumbled backwards a few steps, and turned to leave out the door. My eyes widened as she crashed directly into my father who stood directly behind her.

I watched as he looked down at her, pushing her away from him, but again holding her by her arm. He turned to look at me, the features on his face darkened and dripped disgust and contempt off of them. Shoving her towards me, so that she trips into my arms, his next words were fueled by drink and hate, slurred yet commanding. "Get her to the ship now. We're leaving!" as he turned to stumble out of the tavern.

Shame washing over me, I bow my head, and take her hand in mine, trying to interlock our fingers together, but she snatches her hand away with a grunt of anger, which causes me to grab her arm in the same fashion my father had just done, and starts to lead her back to the ship. With my head poised, I continue walking the trek back to the ship, feeling some resistance along the way as she falters, struggling to keep up with me.

At this point, being livid from both the slap and the embarrassment, I stop, turn around and throw her over my shoulder, trying to ignore the gasp that escapes her that sends jolts down to my groin, causing me to hold on to her tighter. As I continued along to the ship, I felt her beating against my back, not helping my temper. I let this continue on for a few more moments, finally having had enough.

She wants my attention? She's got it now. Without missing a step, my hand makes perfect contact with the contour of her ass, letting out a loud crack as it lands. The sting in my hand distracts me from what I just did, and dampens the lust that was running in my veins. "Let's just call that payback for the slap you gave me, pet. Next time I won't be so gentle with it!" I warn her, my voice dripping with a reined in darkness, even I didn't know I had.

I made the rest of the walk back to the ship, and strode across the deck, not looking at any of the crew and their questioning eyes, and strode directly to the cabins. I kicked open the door, marching right to the bed, throwing her down on it. I stifled a groan watching her body bounce as it made contact with the mattress. "Don't move, and don't TOUCH anything!" I growled at her before spinning around, leaving the room. As I slammed the cabin door and locked it, I turned and slumped down the length of it. I could hear her muffled sobs, which I could only presume was she was crying into the pillows.

I truthfully hated making her cry. It tore at me because all I wanted to do was wipe those tears away. To kiss every drop from her eyes until I could make her smile. But it was killing me that I was the reason she was crying... again. I missed her laugh. The way it made my breath hitch. The way her eyes lit up, and her cheeks flushed pink. I let out a sigh. I don't even recall how long I've been sitting there for but I can no longer hear her sobs, so I think she fell asleep. With that I get up and go to direct the crew on getting ready to set sail.

~~Later that night~~

I worked myself helping the crew prepare to set sail until I was beyond tired. Even when we were a sail, I continued to find what I could in order to work off the built up anger and sexual frustration I was feeling. As I continued to work, the heat beat down on my back, until I removed my shirt, letting the sun kiss my well worn skin. I tried not to think back to the way her ass felt when I smacked it, but it's like my mind had a mind of its own and wanted to torture me, recalling how it felt under my palm.

Even my cheek recalled how her hand felt on my skin, not helping the frustration any at all. I continued spooling the ropes for the sails until I could feel the muscles in my shoulders and arms burn. The setting sun drew my attention at the vibrant colors that cascaded throughout the sky. Taking a deep breath, I tossed aside the spooled up ropes and took a seat on the deck, letting the breeze from the sea cool the sweat on my skin.

I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the water lapping against the side of the boat, and the seagulls call out during their flight. The crew were scattered leaving the deck almost in quiet serenity.

Suddenly I'm standing on the deck, facing out to the sea, wishing to be anywhere but in the hell that has been my life since ma passed. I felt her before I could see her. Her presence always had my skin prickling in anticipation whenever she was close by.

I didn't turn around just yet, staring at the sea a while longer. The touch of her hand on my shoulder instantly gave me goosebumps as I slowly turned to face her. My eyes started at the floor, traveled up her body slowly, as I watched her chest rise and fall with steady but deep breaths, almost like she was trying to control her breathing. I drag my eyes up further, scanning her neck as I notice that while she was trying to control her breathing, her pulse was saying something different. I continued up to her delectable lips that slowly parted as I continued my gaze up to her eyes.

There, I could see again a storm of emotions running through them, as they locked onto mine. As if on its own, my arm reaches out, letting my fingers gently trace along her jaw, until my hand is able to cup the back of her head, pulling her close to me, while tilting her head up to not break eye contact. "Bucky... " she whispers, my name sounding like my own personal oasis coming from her lips.

"It's ok, pet. I'll be gentle with you." I murmur back to her, my head slowly tilting forward, my eyes dropping down to her lips.

Before she could respond, I tugged her closer, my free hand finding its home on her hip, as my other hand brought her face closer to mine, our lips meeting with a spark of electricity, before completely crashing together.

The kiss was anything but quick, as the heat from the spark traveled through me, threatening to consume everything in its path. Her lips felt soft, and tasted like sweet fruits and honey. Emboldened by the kiss, my tongue darts out and sweeps along her bottom one, begging for refuge. Reading my intentions, her lips open up, as my tongue finds her in a half hearted attempt for dominance.

While our lips were busy, I molded her body to mine, letting her feel every fiber of my existence, and how each movement I make feels against her body. Pressing into her, she lets out a low guttural moan against my lips, spurring me on. The hand that was on her hip travels to the hem of her skirt, hiking them up, while spinning her around so her ass is pressed up against the railing. Breaking from the kiss, both of us panting with need, I drop to my knees in front of her.

As I looked up at her, her eyes hooded with emotions that fueled the lust in my veins as she stared down at me. Without another word, I dipped under her skirts, to find probably the greatest treasure I have found to date. I put one of her legs over my shoulder as I pressed forward, my tongue finding her most sensitive spot.

I can tell that I'm doing something right as I'm rewarded with a gasp that encourages me to keep going. I hold her hips in place as I continue to lick her folds, randomly teasing her by licking her sensitive bud. Each time I did, her hips bucked towards my mouth, making me want more.

I take one finger, and trace the folds, as I smirk at how wet she already was for me. "This is all because of me, pet?" I ask her, already knowing the answer.

All she can do is let out a hum. I chuckle softly before returning to my task at hand. I put her other leg over my shoulder and continued to eat like a starved man. Her hips move to get more friction against my tongue, as I lap everything that she is giving me. I can tell by her breathing that she's getting close. Pulling away slightly I murmur loud enough for her to hear.

"That's it my angel, come undone for me!"

I could feel that she was getting closer, so I took my thumb and started to rub her clit as I suck and licked her juices. After a few moments more, I feel her go rigid, as I am rewarded with her orgasm drenching my face. As I stand up again, in front of her, I spin her around and place her hands on the railing. "You are not to move your hands from that railing, no matter what. Do you understand?" I ask her. She looks back over her shoulder at me and nods. I hike up her skirts, and undid my pants.

"Use your words, my angel. Are you ready?" I ask her, need dripping from the tip.

"Y-yes, Jamie!" she says, the pet name she calls me pushing me over the edge. With one motion, I thrust hard and deep into her, until I'm completely sheathed in her.

I let out a low and animalistic groan and how tight and wet she was. "Fuck!" I grind out between clenched teeth.

"Please Jamie," she says, catching my attention. That was all I needed as I started to increase my pace and thrust harder into her. Every thrust draws out a whimper from her, feeling myself hit deep in her, making me lose my mind. I keep going for I don't know how long, feeling her clench around me every time she's close, which makes me slow down a bit to get her to relax and draw this out more.

She reaches back to grab my hip, and I end up smacking her ass, earning a yelp from her. "I said to keep your hands on the railing no matter what. Now I have to fuck you harder for disobeying my orders!" I growl low in her ear, pistoning my hips harder and faster.

At this point I don't know how much longer it is that I can hold on, as her muffled cries indicate that she's close to another orgasm. The sound of our skin slapping together pushes me towards my own release. With a few more thrusts, my hips falter as I let go and coat her insides with my cum. "I knew you would be amazing at plundering me!" she says.

As I looked down at her, it was no longer my sweet enchantress, but the whoring barmaid from the tavern. I pushed away from her and turned to see her standing behind me, hurt in her eyes, letting me know she saw everything.

"Wait..."

I bolted up from where I fell asleep, sweat coating my skin, looking down seeing I was sporting a raging hard on. "Fuck!" I muttered, getting up and heading to my cabin, hoping to wash away that dream. There was no chance of me getting more sleep tonight, so I settled in with a book and prepared for a long night.

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Your POV:

It had been a couple of days since the incident in the tavern, and since you had received the smack on your ass. You don't know why you reacted that way to seeing Bucky with the barmaid. You had no claims over him, and clearly, he was free to do as he pleased, and who he pleased.

The only reason why he brought you back to the ship was because of his father. If you had been able to get away, you were pretty sure he would have gone back to that stupid wench and slept with her. You ran your hand through your hair, picking it up off your neck and letting the breeze cool off the sweat. Other than being able to feel the smack on your ass, you were kind of grateful at not sweating to death in the heavy skirts you had been wearing when you came on the ship.

It was nice of Bucky to do that, even though he wasn't obligated to do so. You groan in confusion. Why are you teetering on this, when there clearly isn't anything to teeter on, especially not on his end. He only was being polite with the skirt. And he clearly was only talking out of his ass when he said about real men loving women with curves.

You huff out a breath in exasperation at that. Clearly he enjoys blonde barmaids that will be willing to let him bed them. Throwing your arm down in frustration, you started pacing along the floorboards. You debated with yourself as to whether you should go find Bucky and apologize for reacting that way. But then again, you don't want him to think that there is something more coming from your end.

Wait? Is there? Did you react that way because you were jealous? Why were you jealous? He's your captor for crying out loud! Actually come to think about it, you hadn't seen Bucky since he locked you in here a few days ago. You hadn't seen anyone except Steve, who would come to the cabin and bring you food. Eventually the door was no longer being locked, and you would try your luck by stepping out onto the deck to get some fresh air and sun.

Steve would come and find you while you were on the deck and would keep you company. He never brought up Bucky, nor did you ask. You were in a way, too ashamed of your behavior to even fathom inquiring about him. That was, until the fourth day.

"You know, he doesn't always have a choice in the things that he does." he says, randomly.

"Who?" You ask, fully aware of who he was talking about, but wanted to see if he'd say.

"Bucky." he clarifies.

"And why should I care about the things that he does? Did I care when he... " you started but trailed off, not wanting to bring that up.

"He can be, no he is a good guy. People don't give him a chance because of his father. People are afraid of his father. Hell! Bucky's afraid of turning into his father!" he says, quickly realizing the last part he said.

That caught your attention.

"Wait? He's afraid of turning into his father?" you ask.

Steve lets out a sigh. "He doesn't want to be cold towards anyone, especially not to you. I'm pretty sure he has a soft spot for you, but if you tell him I said that, I will deny it and make you walk the plank! Got it?" he says, a boyish smile on his face.

"I cross my heart!" you said, making the motion to show you were serious.

With that, Steve started to turn to leave. But before he did, he turned back and handed you a very tattered book. You look down at the cover and see it's a version of "Water babies".

"I figured you'd like something to keep you occupied." he says with a partial smile.

"Thank you Steve, that was nice of you!" you said, holding the book to your chest. You turned back to the cabin, the book in hand, and proceeded to sit by the window so you could read.

You don't know how much time had passed but the sun was starting to descend into the sea. You closed the book and set it down on the table. Just as you did, there was a knock on the door. Standing up, you walk over to the door and open it.

There stood Bucky, looking down at the floor, and you couldn't help the little "Oh" that escaped your lips.

"Bucky, what? What are you doing here? You don't normally knock, especially considering it's your ship." you say, curiosity taking a hold of you.

"Can you come with me please?" he asks, finally looking up at me and holding his hand out for you to take. You look at his hand with curiosity. After an internal debate, you take his hand and allow him to lead you out of the cabin.

"Where are we going?" you ask, looking from side to side as he led you up to the deck.

"Here." he says, coming to a stop.

You looked around and the entire deck was empty. There in the corner was a barrel that had been covered over with a sheet, and two crates to allow us to sit.

"Did you arrange this?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"Please sit." he says, waiting for you to do so before he takes a seat himself.

He starts bringing out some bread, cheese and fruit, along with some cured meat, putting it all on a plate in front of us.

"I wanted to make sure you ate, and figured you would have slapped a plate out of my hands again if I brought it to you, so I figured I'd bring you to it."he says.

"Bucky, I ... " you started, but the words got stuck in your throat.

"It's ok, you don't have to say anything. In fact, it is I that should be saying something to you. I'm sorry for slapping your ass the other day. I ... I was still embarrassed and shocked that you slapped me. I'm not saying that I didn't deserve it, because what you saw, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." he says, looking down at his hands. You couldn't believe it. You acted the way that you did and he was apologizing to you.

It made your eyes water at the fact that he was apologizing for everything it would appear, including your behavior. You reached across the makeshift table, to grab his hand. You realized then, that whenever there was skin to skin contact between you; you missed it until it happened again.

"Bucky, I need to apologize too. I was hoping that if I gained your trust, that I could escape. But when I saw you in that tavern, I didn't recognize who I was, and how I behaved. I should never have slapped you. I had no reason to behave like some jealous school girl. I have no claims on you, and you certainly don't owe me anything." you said, you turn to look down at your clasped hands.

Suddenly his hand leaves yours, and he's now kneeling in front of you. The same hand you were just holding, now tucked a finger under your chin, lifting your head to bring it up to look in his eyes.

"Pet, if you could only see what you're doing to me, you'd know that you have more claim to me than ever possible. You've laid claim to me even before I said my first words to you. I was captured by your beauty the very first time I saw you. I knew then that I had to be with you. I know I went about this the wrong way, taking you captive and all. And I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry for everything. I just don't know how to be without you, now that I've had a taste of you being in my life." Bucky says, as his eyes hold yours, and you see nothing but pure and raw honesty in them.

"Really? But why me?" you asked, your voice sounding meek and soft.

"Why wouldn't it be you, my angel? Whenever I walk into a room and you're in it, my skin vibrates with anticipation. My heart beats so fast that I think it's going to burst out of my chest when I look at you. You've been on my mind non-stop, and if I'm being honest, I was wishing it was your hands that were all over me in that tavern, not the barmaid's." he said, and that admission made my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"But she... " you started, but was cut off by his lips softly molded to yours. You feel your eyes flutter shut as you lean in to the kiss. It wasn't at all how people describe their first kiss.

This was sweet, slow. Full of passion, but tenderness. Who knew Bucky had this side to him. His hand slowly makes its way to cup the back of your head, drawing you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You felt like you were drowning, but yet, you didn't want to be saved.

Softly, he pulls away, causing your eyes to flutter back open. You're met with blue eyes dancing with excitement, and you can't help but smile.

"I tried to imagine what kissing you would feel and taste like. It's safe to say, it was better than I'd ever imagined." he said, picking up your hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. He sat back down, and offered you some fruit.

you both took your time eating, letting the sun finish its descent, as the stars started to dance and twinkle in the sky. As you ate, you talked, asking questions back and forth, getting to know each other better.

"What brought you into this life?" you ask, taking a bite of a sweet grape. You look at Bucky, and his face has an edge to it, like he's remembering something that he doesn't want to. It's a few seconds before he speaks again.

"When I was young, I lost my mother in childbirth with my sister." he starts, his words having a sobering effect on me. "My father couldn't handle losing the love of his life, and his child. The same day that we buried them, we left for sea. That's been the only thing I knew ever since" he finished. You were about to put a piece of bread to your lips, but put it back down onto the plate.

You went over to him, kneeling in front of him, clasping both of his hands in yours. You could feel your heart breaking for him.

"Bucky... I'm so sorry!" you whisper.

You lean down and brush your lips over his hands, feeling the tears that had formed spill where you had just kissed. With that, he sat up straight, pulling you to sit on his lap.

"It was a long time ago." he says, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less." you counter.

"Where did the name Bucky come from?" you asked.

"My name is actually James Buchannan. My mom called me Bucky for short." he said.

"James.... " you said the name, testing it off your tongue.

"Jamie..." you whispered.

At that name, he inhaled deeply, and shifted a bit under you.

"Can I call you Jamie?" you asked, not knowing really how he'd take to that. He picks up your hand, turning it over and places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

"You can call me that when we are alone. But when we are around the crew and especially my father, please call me Bucky." he asks.

You spend several more hours talking and asking more questions.

Finally, when the night sky was completely dark, and all the stars were out, he picked you up off of his lap so he could stand up. He took your hand, interlocking your fingers together, bringing them up to his lips as you watched him intently. He guides you over to the helm of the ship, as you move in front of him, looking out over the vast sea.

He pulls you back close to him, so you're leaning against his chest, as he wraps an arm around your waist.

His other hand moves your hair away from your neck, as he leans down and softly brushes his lips over the sensitive spot, teasing as he lightly nips at it, making you gasp. You hear him chuckle at your reaction, and then feel his tongue softly swipe over the spot he bit. That action is definitely enough to make a low moan escape past your lips.

You feel Bucky's body tense, as he pulls you closer, you can feel the effect you have on him.

"Jamie... that... that feels really good." You whisper, turning your head a bit to try and look at him. His finger comes under your chin and guides your face up to meet his, his lips capturing yours, as he turns you to face him, never breaking the kiss, pushing you back against the rail.

He pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

"You're going to be the death of me, my pet." he says, his breath ragged. You couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Is the Pirate King falling for me?" You asked coyly.

"You have no idea." he smirks.

With that you turn back around, looking out over the sea, as you spend the rest of the night watching the stars, getting lost in each other's embrace.

Each action, guided by the stars until the sun starts to rise.

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Charlie's POV:

I suspected that my son was falling for that wench. His resolve was weakening, and he was becoming more like the man I used to be.

Head over heels for the love of my life.

But that was a life a long time ago, nothing similar to the life now. I didn't want my son to go through what I did, and that's why I was so hard on him. I figured if I was hard on him, it would keep him safe in a way. But she was threatening everything.

I watched as they stood at the helm of the ship, laughing and talking, pointing up at the stars. I heard him tell her about his mother, causing my heart to ache at the memory of the loss. I needed to do something, anything to keep him from being weak.

I knew what I would do.

Come the morning, she was going to earn her keep on this ship, and she was going to become the crew's plaything, whether my son liked it or not.

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nietzchewasright · 1 year

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[ Finnish philosophy at RPG Maker]

„...never has a religion, directly or indirectly, either as dogma or as allegory, contained a truth. For all religions grew out of dread or necessity, and came into existence through an error of the reason.“

As you know, The Radist — owner of ORT — has sunk deep into the Fear & Hunger community because of the rather specific and unusual experience from both games, and the second part, Termina, is replete with memorable characters, plot twists and a style that recalls a vicious mix of Shadows Over Innsmouth, Resident Evil IV and Pathologic. Overall, the head sawing simulator was a hit.

But at the same time, like any good work of art, «Fear & Hunger» also has some philosophical part, which seems that only people from Eastern and Northern Europe could carry through and reveal in themselves — and a little bit from each of these parts of the world is in Finland.

And this philosophy lies in the name of the game — Fear and Hunger. Or rather — in what does the name stand for: the actual God of Fear and Hunger, who within the universe of the game is born at the very bottom of the world, in the deepest pit where no man has set foot, and at the darkest time of humanity - in the Dark Ages, when humanity is slowly decaying from the whims of royal snobs who want to live in luxury, often making literal sacrifices in the name of it.

It would seem that what good can a deity with a name like that do? And... No, in the second part we suddenly find ourselves in an alternate-fictional 1940s, when mankind is really made some reasonable progress in engineering and technology.

And there it tells us that it was only thanks to this deity that humanity's progress took place, which stimulated it to grow and evolve according to the principle of natural selection — overpower and survive for fear of falling into existential terror or physical exhaustion and starvation. And if you are really afraid of something, you avoid it with all your might. In this F&H world, a certain deity, who, frankly, is in some ways a trivial personification of natural natural processes, prompted such a leap. As in reality, so are most of the deities described by mankind.

And it's true: in our New Dark Ages, things are pretty bad, if you think about it, but they're still bearable. The Radist usually calls it the in-between state: we don't seem to be starving, we have food, we can live and even satisfy the higher needs of Maslow's pyramid, but that is where the joys end; although, of course, one can get lost in video games or hobbies of some kind. But there is anxiety, as well as the realization that the world is going wrong, with a growing conflagration spreading throughout the world and touching us personally in one way or another.

And it is in these times that many ask the question: «Yes, it's possible to live, but is it necessary?»

And this can be seen in the suicide statistics among the residents of those CIS countries, for example, and gradually it is taking over more decent countries as well. And drug and alcohol use are also some kind of indicator — a well-to-do and contented person will not drown his thoughts in chemicals.

It is rather ironic that works with such themes and philosophical messages are becoming more and more popular nowadays. O tempora, o mores!

And toward the end.

Speaking of Gods, which abound in this fictional universe. The moral of the games is literally that man needs to be free from the influence of any deities; in Friedrich's books, one such deity is literally the state.

Something tells me that the next titanic philosophical work on stoicism and overcoming will be written in Finland.

#ort #ort_game #ort_philosophically #longread #maybe_schizo #fear & hunger #termina

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starleska · 2 years

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i'm not even being patient, you simply respond to all of my asks more than quickly enough <3!! they're pretty long so again, take your time ^^!! therapy can be sooo exhausting so please remember to take care of yourself nd everything <33!

i was talking about a TOTALLY different old man HAHAHA i've been watching a lot of ducktales 2017 and grew fond of both scrooge n flintheart through it lmaoooo,, especially the latter has very few redeeming qualities and is supposed to be insufferable but like,, im in love with the blorbo version of him that lives in my brain, LMAO

ohhh you just know he would REFUSE to do the animation if anyone else was obviously watching the screen as well- it's just for you <33! i imagine he wouldn't do it either if you're recording it, because he wants it to be only for you haha,, you think very hard about the unlock conditions for the specific animation but it seems completely random! oh well. (totally self indulgent note here but i am silly in public for a living and would totally blow a kiss back @ the animation or smth LMAO) and!!! ill look forward to seeing it!!! id reblog it but i only rlly have writing blogs on tumblr ughhhh maybe i should just finally make a selfship ramble one lol

the true sadness is that king candy never showed up in the second movie man </3 the chaos he'd wreck on the internet would've been very much entertaining LMAO !!! i'm glad you enjoy the phone idea as well :D!! you just randomly find notes from him in your tumblr drafts or your notes app! he'd be constantly watching you through your front camera and if he's unhappy with someone he sees, your phone will just start vibrating VIOLENTLY nonstop lmao. also something silly i immediately thought of; i don't know if this is something you're familiar with but in some dating sim apps you'll have like this little minigame where you can like poke the love interest and they'll have these little responses? god. brainrot. i would just poke his bald little head man HAHAHHAHAH

my asks just get keeping longer thank u for reading all this and hearing me out TT i should just write a little fic about this guy already but man english is NOT my native language and he speaks in a pretty specific silly way sometimes that i do not know how to replicate well,, doesn't help that ive only watched the english version once vs. the many other times ive seen it haha

hello again you lovely individual!! once again i must apologise for my delayed response. i received some pretty big news this week that's left me not so well, and i wanted to come back and reply properly when in a better frame of mind. thank you for your patience 🥰

OHHH oh my god you are so damn valid for this, i always thought Scrooge was kinda fine 😳 capitalists just hit different! and Flintheart is a GILF i'm not gonna lie 😂😂 Ducktales 2017 just gets you by the throat!! i remember being so head over heels for Gyro Gearloose (basic bitch that i am)…kind of interested in rewatching to see if another bastard catches my attention…but for real, isn't it wonderful when you love a truly dreadful character? whatever version you have of him in your head, i'm sure he likes you very much 😉

ahhh i feel all special 😖💖 honestly going a little down the darker path i kind of vibe with Y/N questioning their reality the more time they spend noticing these special animations…wondering if they're losing touch with their sanity, and becoming gradually more obsessed with figuring out exactly what it is about this arcade cabinet and its enigmatic, unique character…also hell yes!! you should absolutely make the selfship ramble blog, it'll make you feel so happy 💖💖 i admire those of you who can separate your blogs out, i just pour out my silly loves into one place and all my poor followers have to deal with the blorbo of the week 😂

we'll never recover will we 💔💔 like for real Ralph Breaks the Internet makes me sad for its lost narrative potential…if not King Candy, then there were several perfectly good character candidates to be put into a fantastic antagonistic role!! to truly show the power (and horror) of the internet!! the vibrating phone idea is so cute dfgfds;;; perhaps he could even track into your friend's social media and send them fake messages/texts to get them to leave. oh YES i knew someone very into…was it Mystic Messenger? that had that mechanic and oh it's adorable :3c

thank YOU for sending these lovely asks in and gushing about our favourite sweet-themed hacker!! i'm so sorry for being a boring monolingual person - you could and should totally write him in your native language!! do you have any clips? i love seeing how characters have been portrayed in different ways, and i'm curious if Alan Tudyk's lisping mob boss vibe has been carried across 👀

#starleskasks

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 2 years

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Hello everyone! (notice board please read)

I’m a bit clueless about how to say this, but I suppose I’ve fallen out of the hetalia fandom for a good while now; this is mostly gen.shin’s fault but I also feel like I’ve become generally out of touch with the fandom characterizations of hetalia chars, and I’ve just generally lost interest in most of the characters (the ones I still like feel a lot more like ocs or characters that are v isolated from the canon). I’m also starting school again soon and am trying to focus a lot more on it for once :’)

I don’t intend to abandon this blog (although it’s been sitting with no activity for quite a while now), but I guess moving forward there’ll be very few reblogs of other hetalia content, and most of those will be friend stuff. However, I’m definitely still interested in writing for this fandom and I’ll still try to answer the asks in my inbox (however long that might take). I haven’t had the energy to write for a long time lol but I don’t want to abandon all the ideas I haven’t finished.

tl;dr hopefully a greater ratio of original posts (?) and writing, and less activity. (This blog might also become more of a personal blog instead; kinda tired of using 203984293 sideblogs for random shit lol).

Thanks for sticking around y’all <3

#ramblings #that was my formal speech my incoherent thoughts are next #ngl i think ive been isolated from the broader fandom from so long that I forgot hetalia was the source of the characters i like #so ive gradually become out of touch with it #not to mention that the only tag i still regularly check is yao's and. not going to lie the characterizations ive seen in there make me ques #question the fandom ..#so this is partly why i want to just write my own stuff and stop engaging with other peoples? i have a lot of writing prompt asks though and #i really want to publish those sometime. anyways i hope all the blogs i used to check up on very fondly are still doing well <3 #there was an analogy i saw a long time ago on scratch before i even joined any fandom that basically compared a site or a fandom to a train #every creator on there had a stop they'd get on and naturally people would also get off at different times #i got really upset about it at the time LMAOO. but looking back it was such a good metaphor #idk if this is my turn to get off the train (i probably already got off idk) but for those still on it ty for sticking around #oh to clarify this isnt a complete goodbye post i just have trouble setting the correct mood lol maybe i'll liveblog stuff i did like normal #personal blogs who knows #just less hetalia

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malleusfucker · 2 years

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Simeon Kinks and HCs

warnings: smut/nsfw, corruption kink, light bondage, overstimulation, slight masochism, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

words: 1.2k

sorry this is a lil bit shorter, ive never written for simeon but i had fun so i might add some more to this later on :))

prob gonna write for diavolo or belphie next so look out for that

PRAISE CENTRAL ALL DAY EVERYDAY

simeon would naturally be no different from that of a saint given that he’s an actual angel. with the way he treats you, it seems that his only purpose in life is to compliment and shower you with never-ending love and praise. this man THRIVES off of complimenting you, and he makes sure that you feel loved and cherished throughout every moment you share.

and this praise doesn’t leave when you’re in the bedroom, rather he gets even more determined to make sure you feel like the most beautiful person in the world. simeon is the dictionary definition of ‘sappy and sensual’. the way he’ll just gently thrust into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear makes you feel like you did actually just ascend into heaven.

he always makes sure that during sex the focus is on YOU. it makes you feel selfish sometimes with all the pleasure simeon constantly gives you but that’s exactly what the man is all about. GIVING.

he finds it to be a lot more pleasurable on his side seeing the way you moan and pant from his light touches and would love nothing more than to just make you feel good.

your schedule is gonna have to be free because he will spend HOURS admiring just how perfect you are. he’s already gentle towards everyone anyway but as soon as he’s with you, he’s even more loving and soft - placing tender and sweet kisses all over your body, trailing circles with his fingers on your skin making you melt into the sheets from how affectionate his is to you.

corruption kink

the perks of being an angel is that everyone thinks you’re completely innocent and pure, doing no wrong and never succumbing to any thoughts that could be considered wrongful.

however, behind the curtain, simeon hates to admit that with each passing day he spends with you, those “wrongful” thoughts seem to grow louder and louder in his mind everyday. his corruption kink snuck up to him very gradually. it began with him thinking that he could never get turned on by such a sinful idea but slowly feeling the way his dick would twitch more intensely inside of you every time you accidentally scratched your nails down his back and begged him for more. much to his dismay, he saw himself become increasingly greedy - wanting to be a bit rougher with you and for you to do the same to him, getting hard at the sight of you breathless and shaking, wanting to mark you so he could be reminded of what happened the morning after. these thoughts and feelings, one after another, soon enough made him cave in with him thinking “this isn’t that bad, is it?” as he aggressively drives into you, gripping your neck and slowly squeezing until your eyes roll back.

“this doesn’t make me sinful…” “it’s just a one time thing….” is what he would try to think every time he would commit these sins with you - constantly making up excuses to hide the fact he enjoys indulging in more aggressive and naughty acts a little bit too much.

overstimulation

and with his corruption kink becoming prevalent the more he gets intimate with you, so would his love for overstimulation. simeon would never be described as greedy but it seems he simply just can’t hold back when he’s with you - his hands seeming to gravitate towards your body without him even thinking about it and then before he knows it, he’s got his fingers buried inside of you, smiling softly at the way you moan and writhe in response. he just completely adores heightening your senses as well as his own so that you feel nothing but pure bliss - he doesn't want to overwhelm you, but does like to push you past a certain point so that you end up with your entire body shaking and are left with nothing else on your mind but him.

however, as said above, overstimulation doesn’t stop with you. PLEASE just ruin this man. simeon would never like to admit just how much he loves being overstimulated but if you do so much as jerk him off, he will moan embarrassingly loud, choking out telling you to give him more. he’s a very modest person, usually always focusing his attention on you and your body but don’t ever think that he wouldn’t enjoy you returning it back to him.

he has his own sensitive spots that make him practically drool every time you touch them *cough cough his nipples* *definitely do not touch his nipples* *cough cough he definitely doesn’t like his nipples getting played with* once you find them, there’s no going back - he’ll end up begging at your feet for you to just toy with him and use him for your own pleasure. he ends up getting himself in such a state that the next morning, he’ll immediately sit and pray in his room, trying to atone for how sinful he was acting the night before. but at the end of the day, you know that it’s useless because he’ll just come crawling back to commit the same atrocities with you each and every night.

light bondage

please just tie this man up with ribbons like a damn present.

he was very surprised to see you suggest bondage as an act of intimacy because from what he’s seen and read, it sounds very intense for him. but as soon as he saw the pastel ribbons and soft fabrics in your hand his interest was more than piqued. never in a million years did simeon think he would enjoy getting tied up as much as he does but when he’s with you, the surprises seem to never end. he adores both getting tied up and doing the same to you as he loves the way the silk feels on his skin and seeing how beautiful the colours look on you - he sees himself using ribbons and silk in the bedroom a lot more than he would’ve imagined, constantly reminding the both of you “this will help us restrain ourselves so that we don’t get too carried away” as an excuse to hold you back, although in his mind this is only fuelling his ever-growing fantasies.

doing this + overstimulation? simeon might as well give up his duty of being an “angel” just so he can do this every single day. tie his hands up against his head and overstimulate the fuck out of him and he will literally cum in seconds. he’s extremely sensitive so your touch alone makes him go crazy and with him not being able to have any power due to his hands being bound, his mind races with thoughts of what you’re going to do to him. (just slut him out) (please)

won’t openly say it but he is a MASOCHIST.

undercover sadist? nah this man is purely 100% a masochist. while he’s definitely not into extreme stuff please just bite him and scratch his back PLEASE. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ he’s basically begging for you to do it and will always whimper even when he feels the faintest touch of your nails/teeth digging into his skin. it truly just comes down to him loving you do whatever the fuck you want with him - touch him, manhandle him, tease him etc. AND HE’S YOURS. his moans and whines become so loud the moment he feels you being rough with him and will constantly remind you that he’s physically an angel but mentally he’s the total opposite. his demeanour and appearance may be ethereal but you start to see the cracks every time he instantly cums just from you sinking your teeth into him - immediately covering his mouth to suppress his moans but can’t help to grind his hips against yours to give him more friction and pleasure.

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