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euthymiya · 2 days

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we’ll have a ball ft. wriothesley

in which you and your boyfriend are due to arrive at fontaine’s most prestigious event, but not before you give him a hand with a slight wardrobe malfunction

contains: female reader ; reader wears a gown ; established relationship ; quite a bit of suggestiveness but overall just fluff ; wriothesley hates fancy events he told me himself, and reader just wants to live her ballgown dreams—he indulges her because he’s a real man ; flirting with wriothelsey using his tie lol ; wriothesley has a brief jealousy induced existential crisis

despite wearing one every day, wriothelsey doesn’t know how to tie a tie.

it’s why it’s so loose around his neck—a stylistic choice, of course, but also a decision based around convenience. he doesn’t need to learn how to tie one if it’s already tied and loose enough to slip over his head. it’s easier that way, letting a complicated set of steps reduce down to just a quick garment to throw on around his neck, allowing him the ability to forgo the trouble of tying it altogether.

you think it’s a rather endearing shortcoming of his, especially when he stands in the mirror confused as he grumbles, fiddling with the material as he tries to properly tie it for once.

“you’re doing that wrong, you know,” you sing, walking up behind him in your gown as he pauses and meets your eyes through the mirror. “you’re hopeless.”

he ignores your quip, gulping slightly as he mumbles, “you look gorgeous.”

“and you look like a fool,” you snort, glancing at the messy knot at his chest.

“maybe they don’t need us,” he licks his lips, spinning around to properly look you up and down without the mirror. a reflection doesn’t do you justice, he thinks, he needs the real thing. “we should just stay here. and do other things.”

“and have lady furina behead us for canceling last minute? i don’t think so,” you wave him off, but your arms slip around his neck as soon his hands grab your hips, letting him pull you flush against his chest as his nose runs along your collarbone, inhaling sharply at the scent of your perfume.

the duke of meropide is, in its own right, a prestigious title. prestigious enough to extend wriothesley an invitation to the annual ball the hydro archon holds for the sake of extravagance. wriothesley manages to weasel his way out of it on most years—but this time, you’ve been newly added to the guest list as well, courtesy of your blossomed relationship with the warden.

you seem far too excited to attend for him to decline in good conscience. love is sacrifice, as they say—and wriothesley can happily suffer through an evening of small talk and formality while sporting an uncomfortably tight fitting suit.

the only problem he can’t manage to overlook so far is this cursed, wretched tie.

“you’re no fun,” he pouts slightly, trailing the tip of his nose to brush along your collarbone until it finds your neck, lips pressing a soft, lingering peck as you hum and play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “i’ll show you a good time. better than a silly ball.”

“that’s a big promise.”

“well, i can think of a way or two to make it worth your while,” he grins against your neck, and you’re certain you’ve memorized that curve of his lips by heart. you can recognize it instantly when it sears against your skin.

“nice try,” you laugh, pulling away as he begrudgingly does the same. he sighs at your dismissal while you reach over to the tie around his neck. “but we’re going. and you need this tie looking…not how it’s looking right now.”

“m’trying my best,” he grumbles, looking away to the side, cheeks dusted a precious shade of crimson that you lean over to kiss gently.

your fingers undo the messy knot at his neck, expertly weaving the tie into a new and neat, flawless knot as you tighten it to fit around his neck perfectly. it’s unlike the loose, rugged knot he usually wears—much more proper, much more professional, much more formal.

wriothesley doesn’t look particularly thrilled at the adjustment, sighing as he watches you inspect his appearance and straighten his collar. your hand smooths over his chest as you give your nod of approval, and he wonders if you can hear his thundering heartbeat under your palm.

if you do, you’re gracious enough to cut him some slack from being teased.

“there,” you hum, “you look quite handsome.”

“does it have to be so tight?” he complains—and then his brows twitch, furrowing deeper as he pauses to look at you briefly with a puzzled look. “hang on. where’d you learn how to tie a tie?”

you raise a playful eyebrow, letting out an amused huffed out breath as you say, “well, you’re not the only man i’ve gotten to know.”

“so you’ve done this before? for another man?” he asks incredulously, miserably looking down at the thin piece of fabric wrapped around his collar as if it’s choked him before he adds, “i think i’ll be taking that dip in the primordial sea like i mentioned.”

“oh, quit being a drama queen,” you swat at his arm, chuckling as he gives you a theatrically pained look before burying his head back into your neck again, hand fitting in the small of your back as he rubs slowly circles into your gown.

“is this punishment for my crimes? because i’ve already served a sentence and according to fontaine laws, you can’t try a man twice for the same crime.”

“if it makes you feel better, i think you of all men pull ties off the best.”

“i suppose it minimally raises my spirits that you think i look good,” he concedes.

he does look good—whether it’s his usual loose, improperly fit tie or the fancy, silk material of tonight, you think wriothesley is most handsome when there’s a thin piece of fabric decorating his neck and chest, perfectly hanging and waiting for you to tug and pull him in.

you decide to demonstrate the wonderful opportunity his attire grants you, too, when you murmur, “in fact, i quite appreciate your habit of wearing ties.”

“oh? is that so?”

“yes,” you say slyly, pushing him back gently as you question, “want to see why?”

“do enlighten me,” he grins, eyes mischievously narrowing, a knowing glint sparkling in them as he waits for you to finish what you started.

so you do—reaching over and grabbing the silk, giving it a firm yank so he leans down, forehead pressing against yours and lips just a few millimeters away as you breathe, “i can do this whenever i want when you wear one. it’s very convenient for when i need a kiss or two.”

“i see,” he nods, his breath fanning over your lips. it’s hot and searing—you shiver at the feeling of him even when his lips haven’t even touched you yet. “well, if it keeps you satisfied, then i’ll have to make sure i’m always dressed appropriately for your needs.”

“well,” you bat your lashes, biting your lip as you give him a cheeky giggle and say, “there’s a good chance i might need something that requires very little attire, too, your grace.”

he closes his eyes, and you stifle a victorious laugh.

“you’ll be the death of me,” he says through a strained groan, leaning in to finally close the gap and kiss you deeply. his lips are hungry, pressing into you for another taste every time you manage to pull away for even a brief moment. you hum against his mouth, cupping his cheeks and holding his face as his fingers grip at your waist and feel the curve of you against him.

you always wonder if you and wriothesley were once the same person in a previous life. perhaps split in two, destined to find each other in the next. it feels like he completes you when you meet like this, pressing against you like one half meeting the other to make a whole.

it’s dizzying, maybe even downright risky the way you kiss so passionately just moments before you need to leave—you’re not sure either of you have the self control to break away if it comes down to it.

luckily, wriothesley travels his mouth to find your jaw after a few more moments, kissing through breathless pants as your eyes flutter open.

“we have to go soon,” you whisper.

“are you certain we can’t just stay here? i promise what i offer will be far more fun than listening to random wealthy folk running their mouths for a night.”

“but we get to dance,” you point out.

he pretends to think about it for a moment before offering, “i’ll dance with you here.”

“no,” you scold, swatting at his shoulder as you roll your eyes, “this dress is expensive. it needs to be appreciated.”

“oh i’ll appreciate it alright,” he drawls, grinning against your jaw as he whispers into your skin, “i’ll appreciate it all night.”

“no. we’re going, and that’s final, you sleaze.”

“hey,” he pouts, pulling away as you reach over one last time to straighten his hair and fix up his appearance, “i’m nothing if not a doting boyfriend.”

“wonderful. then i expect to have a drink in my hands all night,” you wink teasingly, patting his cheek, “you’ll be in charge of grabbing me them.”

he deflates in defeat, grumbling a quiet, “alright, fine.”

“you can appreciate my gown after,” you lean close, whispering against the shell of his ear and making him pause with a hitched breath as you press a kiss to the skin under his earlobe and murmur, “maybe you can appreciate some other clothing i’ve purchased too.”

“well,” he inhales sharply, grabbing your wrist and tugging you along as he nods seriously, “in that case, i look forward to it.”

ok so basically i went to the mall today and i walked past this store with mens suits and one of the posters on the window with the models was a woman pulling a man in by the tie and then i was like oh that’s so me and wrio and that’s how this drabble came to be 👍

#writing tag #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

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howtofightwrite · 1 day

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Most traditional boxing instructors will tell you that if the opponent is taller than you, has longer arms than you, or is heavier than you, you're fucked and you need to stay extremely aware and work really hard to compensate for all the advantage he has over you.

In a recent forensic survey, it was determined that most traditional boxing instructors who get into real world altercations die when they're shot in the head.

This is the problem with a lot of these kinds of arguments. No one practices traditional boxing. At least, no one does so publicly. How do I know this? Because traditionally boxers fought in the nude. Yeah, we're not seeing that, are we? Now, maybe they meant bare knuckle boxing, but really no one does that either, these days. Boxing without safety equipment is not a particularly good idea, for fairly obvious reasons.

The only reason the word, “traditional,” is in the ask is to lend their statement unearned credibility. It's an attempt to make their statement sound more authoritative, without offering any evidence to support the statement.

Who said that?

“Traditional people did.”

Okay, but, 'traditionally,' people cleaned shit off their ass with a stick. So, maybe appealing to Hellenic sports isn't the best gauge of how a fight will play out.

Also, I know I just said it, but, who are these authoritative sports guys? Because they're not named. We're simply told, “most,” of them agree. Which starts to sound a lot like “four out of five dentists agree.” Who are these instructors? What do they teach? Why are the currently in prison for indecent exposure? And how much did you pay them to get their uninformed opinion? Salient questions which may need to be answered, if the original question wasn't invalid on its face.

Why do I say it's invalid?

Because boxing isn't fighting.

Boxing is a sport.

Boxing has rules.

Kick your opponent in the groin, or shin, and you're punished.

Step on their foot, push them, and watch them tumble to the ground before you start stomping on them, and you'll be punished.

Throwing your opponent will be punished.

And of course, as mentioned at the top, pulling out a gun and expanding your opponent's mental horizons is extremely frowned upon.

These are all things that can happen in a real fight.

These are all things that do not benefit from increased height or reach.

There is one genuinely accurate statement. In a fight, you do need to be very aware of what's going on around you. Everything else is the product of someone who's been punched in the head repeatedly until the CTEs got them thinking that boxing is analogous to a real fight in any way. (And, statistically, will probably end their career sitting in a jail cell over an aggravated assault charge, because their emotional self-control was completely destroyed by those same head injuries.)

The rules that boxers need to follow are designed to (somewhat) protect the participants. It reduces the dangers of a boxer being killed in the ring. In an observation that I would hope to be self-evident, those rules don't exist in actual combat.

It's also amusing, because the original Asker had to go so far as to single out an ill-defined, “traditional” boxing, because no other martial art they checked gave them the soundbite they wanted.

And, of course, women box. Historically, you could say, “traditionally,” there were even boxing matches between men and women. It wasn't until the 1880s that women were excluded from competitive boxing in the UK. (I'm not sure of the exact date when women were banned from boxing in the US, though that prohibition lasted for less than a century, before the modern return of women to the sport.)

So, either these “traditional instructors” don't know the history of their own sport... which doesn't sound particularly “traditional” to me, or they're full of shit.

My advice to everyone would be, maybe, don't take the advice of a sports coach about how he's secretly an absolute badass in all the delusional fantasies he's cooked up about how he'd like to inflict violence on others because they wouldn't date him.

-Starke

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endelineinwonderland · 1 day

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Let The Light In: Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Words: 3.2K

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, but in this part P is also so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn, the girls are gonna need to confront some pretty deeply rooted attachment issues!!

A/N: Thank you for the love!!! I tried to get pt. 5 out asap so once again, if you see me editing this later, no you didn't!

—-

“Paige, hey Paige, look at me, it’s gonna be okay angel, just focus on me.” You were crouched in front her, slouched over in a desk chair, her tear-filled eyes staring blankly at the floor. Gently, you lifted her shaking hands to press against your clavicle before beginning to take an exaggerated breath, signaling for her to do the same. Her eyes, wide with panic, locked onto yours as she mirrored your breathing.

You had found her sitting alone in her hotel room, dressed and ready for the dinner you were supposed to be at 20 minutes ago. When it became obvious that Paige wouldn’t be making an appearance in the lobby anytime soon, you had told the team to leave without the two of you.

Paige took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes never leaving yours. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I just... I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, squeezing her hands gently. “You don’t have to apologize. Let’s just sit here for a bit until you feel ready, okay?” She nodded again.

You glanced around the room, taking in the scene. Paige’s button-up, a light blue that matched her eyes, seemed to hang off her like a heavy shroud. On the dresser, an untouched glass of water and a scattering of jewelry hinted at her earlier preparation for the night that now seemed so far away. The room felt frozen in time, every object a silent witness to whatever had happened as she got ready, whatever had led you to finding her in this state.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, filling the silence between breaths. Paige’s breathing was more even now, but her grip on your hands was still firm, as if letting go would mean losing her grip not just you, but on reality. You gave her a soft smile, hoping to convey the reassurance words couldn’t fully express. “Whenever you’re ready, we can go. Or we can stay here. It’s entirely up to you.”

She nodded; her gaze still locked on yours. “I don’t want to go anymore,” she said, her voice trembling but stronger than before.

“Okay. We can stay.” You shifted slightly, moving up to sit on the arm of the chair, leaning to rest your chin atop her head, your free hand running languid circles over her shoulders.

A few hours later, room service had been ordered and an old movie played softly in the background. Paige had curled herself into a ball at your side, looking over at your laptop while you flipped through pictures from the day's game. She seemed more relaxed now, her eyes following the images on the screen with mild interest.

“This was a good one,” you said, pointing to a picture of her after getting a particularly impressive shot in, her face had lit up with joy and you had automatically zoomed in to capture it.

Paige nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, that was a good one,” she murmured.

“You did so good today, P. ‘M so proud of you.”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, her body gradually unwinding from its tight coil. “Thanks,” she said softly.

“Always,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, hesitating before you spoke again. “Do you wanna talk about it yet?”

A deep sigh left her parted lips. “You’re busy, it’s okay.” She pointed her chin to the computer resting on your lap, waving you off.

You nodded, turning your attention back to your screen, not pushing it any further.

After sending your photos over for review, you had gotten ready for bed, and when you returned, her back was facing you. You drift off to the sound of her shallow breaths, assuming she’d already fallen asleep.

In the quiet darkness, right before you crashed, you had barely made out a whisper so soft that in your fatigue you’d written it off as your imagination. “I felt like I was drowning all day until you found me.”

You didn’t respond.

—-

You have been horrible you realize. Over the course of the night watching Paige, the memory of her saying "I loved you" had evolved, playing all your worst moments from the past few years over and over again like a broken record until you’d gotten stuck on the words: “I felt like I was drowning.”

Charlie had to take over selecting and sending the cover shots to Leo. Your posture now mimicking Paige’s that night, curled in on yourself, Charlie playing your role, sitting beside you protectively, and doing a much better job than you had at balancing both her work and your emotions.

Tears were running silently down your cheeks, with Charlie occasionally turning to you to wipe them off, her soothing hums filling the room. You vaguely remembered telling her how your mom had hummed you to sleep whenever you weren’t feeling good as a kid, and evidently, she had remembered. It seemed like everyone but you knew how to do this, how to take care of people, how to show them you love them.

Maybe, you wondered, you were meant to be alone forever. You didn’t know how to care for people the way they wanted to be, and it seemed as though everyone else around you had been born knowing.

What was it about you that made it so hard? You must just be meant to be alone. All your love had been poured into the thing you were best at: photography, it has gotten to the point where there just must not be enough left for anyone or anything else.

You thought that had changed when you met Paige; she was the first person who could have ever held a candle to your pictures, but in the end, you had chosen them over her. You had chosen yourself over her, again, again, and again.

Charlie paused in her work, noticing your silent despair. She leaned closer, her voice gentle yet firm. “You’re not alone, you know. We all make mistakes, but we can learn from them. You have a good heart, even if you don’t see it right now.”

You shook your head, the tears flowing more freely now. “I hurt her. I didn’t know how to help her. I failed her in every way possible.”

Charlie took your hands in hers, mirroring the gesture you’d once used to comfort Paige. “You did your best. You know, I took a picture too when she got hurt that day. Yours was way better obviously, but you weren’t the only one who took the shot. You were just the only one with your name attached to it, and that’s not your fault, that’s Leo’s. And I know you love the man but every now and then he puts our work over our emotions, and this was one of those times.”

Her words were a salve to your aching heart, but the guilt still weighed heavily on your shoulders. “I don’t know if I can forgive myself for even having ever wanted to take it,” you admitted, voice trembling.

Charlie squeezed your hands gently. “I get that. I felt bad when I looked at mine that night, but I thought about it some more, and I think that’s just what we do. It’s not a conscious decision but like a self-soothing thing. I mean, when Paige gets upset or things feel out of control, what does she do? She picks up her basketball. Your version is picking up a camera. Just start by being kind to yourself. You can’t change the past, but you can change how you move forward. And you don’t have to do it alone.”

You nodded slowly, the first glimmer of hope piercing through the fog of self-doubt, giving way to one of the first coherent thoughts you’d had all week. “Charlie, I think I still love her.”

Charlie’s eyes softened, and she gave your hands another reassuring squeeze. “Then tell her. Show her that you’ve learned, that you’re ready to be there for her in the way she needs. It’s never too late to try.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of your emotions settling into a more manageable burden. “I don’t know if she’ll want to hear it,” you confessed.

“She might not,” Charlie nods, “but you’ll never know unless you try. And even if it takes time, even if it’s hard, it’s worth it if she means that much to you.”

You buried your head in your hands, letting out your first proper sob of the night. Charlie wrapped an arm around you. The tears flowed freely now, in a cathartic release of all the guilt and pain you had been holding inside. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable, to let someone else see the depths of your hurt.

Charlie held you through it, her soothing hums a reminder that you weren’t alone. When the sobs finally subsided, you felt lighter, as if a part of the burden had been lifted.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

“I know,” Charlie said softly. “But you’re brave too.”

You nodded, letting her words sink in for a few minutes before standing to grab your phone. Ignoring the pang in your chest when you saw all the messages left on read under Paige’s contact, you started texting her.

12/5/22

Just checking in

I’m stuck with Leo, I’ll be in the back asap

Read

They just told me you were taken to get scans. I’m sorry it took me so long

I’m praying everything comes back alright, call me whenever you can P

Love you

Read

Azzi called me, I’m so sorry this is happening

I tried to call you, I know you’re probably slammed right now so don’t worry about getting back to me. Just take care of yourself.

I’ll see you soon

Read

12/7/22

Good luck today

Love you P

Read

Nika told me everything went well!!!!!!

Read

12/10/22

Hey I just tried to ft you

Read

12/12/22

Call me back when you can, hope everything’s alright and that you’re feeling better.

I miss you

Read

11/8/23

We need to talk

Sent

“Who are you texting?” Charlie turns to you, curiously.

Letting out a breath you turn to her, “Paige”

“Wait what?” Her tone of voice worries you, “Okay, okay, you know what, I did say you were brave I just didn’t think you’d be that brave, at least not right now.”

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed. Your heart racing as you saw Paige’s name flash on the screen.

11/8/23

Yeah

U free now?

Your hands trembled as you typed out a response. “She wants to meet,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Charlie squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Taking a deep breath, you hit send and stared at the screen, watching as three little dots immediately appeared. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anxiety you had just passed flooding through you with a newfound force. When the message finally came through, it was simple: I’m not rooming with anyone this time, rm 1503.’

You stood frozen for a moment, the meaning of the message sinking in. This was serious, this was happening.

Gathering your courage, you took a deep breath and headed toward the elevator, each step feeling heavier than the last. The ride to the fifteenth floor seemed to take forever, your mind racing with every possible outcome. What would you say? How would she react? Would she even want to listen?

As you walked down the hallway, the muffled sounds of other guests—laughter, conversations, the occasional clinking of glasses—faded into the background, your focus solely on the marks on the doors as you approached. The numbers climbed agonizingly slowly: 1500, 1501, 1502….

When you finally reached room 1503, you paused, your heart hammering in your chest. You took another deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, and the muted lighting cast long shadows on the patterned carpet. The air felt thick, choking you with each inhale.

You raised your hand, hesitating for a split second before knocking gently. The door opened almost immediately, and there stood Paige, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination. She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter, still not speaking.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice slicing through the silence in a way Paige must have disapproved of, you think, noting her slight flinch at you.

You stepped into the room, noting its simple coziness—it was nicer than yours, but that wasn’t shocking. A neatly made bed, a small sitting area by the window, and a suitcase still packed in the corner. The city lights outside cast a gentle glow into the room. Under very different circumstances, you’d have asked to set a camera up at the window for a few long exposures.

Paige closed the door behind you, then moved to sit in one of the chairs by the window you had gotten lost staring out of. “Do you wanna sit?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

You nodded, moving to sit in the chair opposite her. When the silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation, you realized Paige wasn’t going to speak first.

“I know this isn’t enough, but I don’t know where else to begin: I’m so sorry for everything,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about what happened, and I realize now how much I hurt you. I didn’t know how to help you, and I didn’t put in the effort to learn how. I failed you. But I’ve been trying to learn from my mistakes.”

Paige looked at you, her eyes searching your face as if trying to gauge the sincerity of your words. “I felt so alone,” she said quietly. “I needed you, and you chose literally anything over me, that damn camera over me,” her voice breaking at the end of her sentence.

You couldn’t tell if her uncharacteristically early display of emotion was just a sign of her fatigue or a sign of the true extent of her suffering.

Heart aching, you resisted the urge to reach out for her. That’s not something you’re allowed to do anymore. “I know. And I’m sorry, I’ll tell you every day until we die if you need me to.”

“I was horrible, and I didn’t see how much you were struggling, or maybe I just ignored it because I didn’t know how to handle it. You’re more important to me than anything else. I know I’ve hurt you, but I want to be better. I want to be there for you in the way you need.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away, her voice trembling. “I just—I just don’t know how to believe you.”

Your heart dropped to the floor. You felt the weight of her words, the profound sense of doubt and mistrust. This was the moment of truth, the crossroads where everything you had hoped for hung in the balance.

“I understand,” you said softly, your own voice breaking before you can speak up again, “I spoke to Charlie earlier.”

Paige winces at this, “I’m sorry for ignor-“ You shake your head softly, stopping her. “It’s okay.”

Before she can open her mouth to disagree, you take a deep breath, readying yourself for what you were about to say. “Charlie told me she had taken pictures that day too. I’m not saying this to defend what I did, but to try to explain it because I’m still trying to understand it myself. She said that the reason she took the pictures was to cope with how awful everything was in that moment. You know how when things are just horrible and out of control, and you want to fix it but can’t, so you automatically start doing whatever you know how to do, even if it’s not helpful?”

Paige tilts her head, her brows furrowing in thought. You continue, “Like how when things in your life feel stressful or out of control, you go shoot hoops or something? I do the same with my camera. I just took it way too far that day. I’ve relived that moment a thousand times in my head, and I can say with absolute certainty that out of any choices I could have made, I made the worst one. Saying I’m sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it. And again, this isn’t an excuse, but just trying to make it make sense, or at least a little bit of sense.”

Your shoulders sag with something vaguely resembling relief as you finish. The silence between you stretched, heavy and suffocating. Paige's eyes remained fixed on you, her expression unreadable. You felt exposed, every word you had said hanging in the air, vulnerable and raw.

After what felt like an eternity, Paige finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I meant it when I said I love you, and for a long time, I thought you could do anything and I’d forgive you.”

You nodded, hands quickly moving to wipe the tears that fell down your cheeks a little faster when you had moved your head. “You don’t need to forgive me. If you think you can, I’ll fight tooth and nail for it, but I will understand. I’ll always be here if you need me though."

You look up at her, reaching a hand out between the two, an olive branch of sorts.

"I’ll always love you too Pa-”

You’re cut off by the blonde suddenly standing from her chair, her movements hasty as she bends slightly over you to capture your lips with hers. The kiss is just as intense as it is unexpected, filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening, but then you kiss her back, pouring all your feelings, all your apologies into that one moment. Lips pressed roughly against hers, your hands find their way to her waist, holding her firmly in place as if afraid she might disappear, that this might not be real.

Paige's body melts into yours, surrendering completely to you. Your hands gently explore the smooth planes of her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. As the kiss deepens, your senses become hazy, consumed by the sensation of her lips and the sweet taste of her mouth. You can feel the beat of her heart against your chest, matching the rapid rhythm of your own. A mix of relief and longing wash over you. It felt like the first breath of air after nearly drowning, like finally coming home after wandering lost for so long. You pulled her closer, fingers pressing against her back, trying to commit every second to memory.

When Paige finally breaks the kiss, she’s breathless, her eyes wide and searching yours.

“Shit,” she pulls herself back, hastily moving her fingertips up to press against her lower lip.

You can hardly speak, your brain trying to catch up with the overwhelming emotions swirling inside you. "What..." you begin, struggling to find the right words as you catch your breath. "What was that?"

She stands rooted in her spot in front of you, a deer caught in the headlights. “I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. You should go.”

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige buckets #paige bueckers fic #wcbb #wcbb x reader #wlw #uconn huskies #paige bueckers fanfiction #paige bueckers headcannons #fanfic #angst #wbb

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pantherxrogers · 2 days

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Coucou j’ai une requête une histoire d’Ateez sortant avec une fille plus petite mais vraiment plus petite (5,3) qu’eux . Please 🥹

bf!ateez dating a shorter reader

🐰 pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

🐰 warnings: kissing, a little suggestive, extremely fluffy, not proofread

🐰 summary: what each member of ateez would be like if they have a shorter s/o

🐰 a/n: i don't usually write about height, so this was a challenge lmao. thank you for your request bby! i hope i answered it correctly. i used google translate, so i hope it was correct 😅

also! i used lowercase for this one. it feels appropriate for a headcanon lmao. let me know if y'all prefer this or sentence case!

seonghwa

as one of the taller members, seonghwa is used to helping out shorter people

it’s in his nature to nurture, so he uses his height to your advantage

he’s particularly useful when you’re in the kitchen, helping you reach anything on the top shelves

that being said, he feels like his heart is going to stop when he sees you jumping up on the counter to reach the bowls

“ah, hold on, honey. let me get that for you.” you pretend to be annoyed but secretly love how much he dotes on you

"thank you, 'hwa," you stand on your tip toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek

he's happy to help with no reward, but he's a sucker for the way you dote on him afterwards

hongjoong

given that he’s already on the shorter side, there isn’t much difference between the two of you

you don’t mind his height, it makes that all the more easier for you to love on him

you’re quick to wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a quick kiss to his cheeks, causing a subtle blush to spread across his face

he is still slightly taller than you, so he likes to remind you of that sometimes

when you guys take selfies, he likes to hold the camera up a little higher to exaggerate the difference lmao

the other members often tease him about how you guys are perfect for each other, even down to the height

they really do mean it though, you guys are like magnets when you’re together

yunho

it’s no secret that yunho is the tallest member, always standing out in a crowd

whenever he goes in for a kiss, he practically folds himself in half to meet you. sometimes you scold him for his dramatics, but he doesn't want you to put in extra work

he loves picking you up randomly?? like whenever he sees you walking around the apartment, he will literally swoop you up and put you over his shoulder

it never fails to catch you off guard, but you'd be lying if you said you don't enjoy it

unlike seonghwa, he likes to tease you a little bit before he decides to help you reach things

sometimes he'll purposefully put things on the top shelf so you'll have to ask him to get it

"yunho, why is MY apron on the top shelf?" you huff, playfully rolling your eyes at him

"oh, that was YOUR apron?" he's terrible at playing innocent, but you find it adorable anyway

yeosang

like hongjoong, he's not the tallest member

still, there's a couple inches between the pair of you

he actually doesn't think much of it all, never being concerned with things like that

he just loves being around you and being as close to you as possible

we all know yeosang loves his sleep, and he's always firm on being the bigger spoon

"babe, i'm col-" before you can even get the words out, he's wrapping himself around you, cuddling into your neck

you're grateful that he isn't too much taller than you, often joking that he's the perfect sized body pillow

as soon as you're intertwined, he's usually out like a light within minutes. like literally.

san

san loooooooves being taller than you

not because he's superficial but because doting on you is actually his favorite thing in the world

unlike yunho and seonghwa, he can actually be a little overwhelming with how much he wants to help out

"san, i don't need you to get the milk. it's only on the second shelf, honey," you explain, softly patting his back from behind.

"oh, i don't mind. here you go, baby," he smiles, handing you the milk and kissing the top of your head.

you chuckle to yourself, knowing that this is just the way san is

he's never condescending when he helps you out, he really just can't help but spoil you in every way possible

mingi

mingi never really thought too much about his height before he started dating you

but now, you remind him of it all the time

not to be annoying, but you loooove that he towers over you

it's even more attractive that he never makes a big deal out of it

"mingiiiiii," you pout up at him, puckering dramatically for a kiss

"oh, sorry, baby," he hums, before leaning down to meet your lips. you're quick to loop your arms behind his neck, making it easier for him to scoop you up.

but now that he knows the effect his height has on you, sometimes he like to play into your hand

when you call him into the bathroom, he makes a show of leaning against the doorframe, his tall figure filling up the space. your words trail off, laser-focused on him and the way he crowds the space.

"yes, jagi?" he smirks, flexing his arms slightly, "i'll help you out, don't worry."

let's just say that he helps you out, buuuuut it might not be with what you actually called him in there for

wooyoung

wooyoung is so bratty about being taller than you lmao

(affectionate) teasing is his love language, which he amplifies when he's with you

"oop, watch out, babe!" he makes a show of steadying himself, "i didn't see you there!" he exclaims, loving the way you roll your eyes at his antics.

"woo, not this again," you sigh, nudging off the hand he used to pat the top of your head.

his laugh is over the top, but he's quick to soothe you with a soft kiss. "i'm just joking, baby," he hums, wrapping you in a hug. he brings a hand under your chin, coaxing you to make eye contact with him. "you know i love you just the way you are, right?" the sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter. you nod at him, afraid of what your voice will sound like if you speak.

instead, you press your lips to his. you've never doubted his love for you. and you never will.

jongho

again, there's only a few inches between y'all

but let's not count jongho out! he loves doting on you too, even if he doesn't want to admit it out loud

now jongho really could not care less about height, but you like to boost his ego sometimes

"bear, do you mind grabbing my purse from the top rack?" you hum from the closet.

"of course, baby," he hums proudly, stretching his arms to grab your handbag. he holds onto it, puckering his lips in return.

you press a loud smack to his lips, giggling at his dopey little smile

"thank you, bear," you purr, going back in for more.

#𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ ra ra fics #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #mingi x reader #yunho x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #seonghwa x reader #jongho x reader #yeosang x reader

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bsof-maarav · 1 day

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it's good this is my only social media and that i've insulated myself from the worst of this place. i'm not watching that video. i understand the value in bearing witness. but for me, it's like this. i know what's been happening to the hostages already, i don't need to be convinced. i don't want to violate them further by watching the beginning of the worst part of their lives and i don't want to be even more secondhand traumatized either. it would make me less, not more, able to do what i can do to be of use to the hostages.

but even more than i'm not watching that video, i'm not watching the absolutely psychopathic response to it by the mobs who are indulging in an orgy of probably the two oldest forms of hatred in the world--misogyny and antisemitism.

when i heard this video would be released, i had that impulse to hope that maybe now my former friends and community would finally get it. but it's not the case. we've all known this whole time. there's been no mystery about what kind of violence the go-pro wearing terrorists are perpetrating. we've already seen enough to know, even without seeking it out. journalists have described it thoroughly as well. if someone says they need to see something more explicit for "proof," they're nothing but consumers of terrorist torture porn. it's pure רַע

i'm not even going to try writing any appeals about these womens' humanity because anyone who doesn't get it, that's because they don't want to get it and they probably never will. they're getting off on this dehumanizing violence and trying to join it as part of the virtual mob. they're empty people and they are not going to change.

we are looking directly at this hate, some of us for the first time, and it's a window through time, through which we can see what many generations of Jews, and particularly Jewish women, have seen before. the violence and hatred is unchanging. only the technology of the violence has changed. the violence itself has not. the hatred has not. we know more about every previous age now, more about how our ancestors' hearts felt when they were breaking, the fear and anger, the determination to survive and make something better.

it's unbearable to know how outnumbered we are, how much of the world is morally and ethically dead when it comes to us, and how many of them accept, deny, are indifferent to, or celebrate this violence against us. it always has been unbearable, untenable, and yet we're here: the latest in a long line of generations who move forward even when it feels impossible, and do what we can to make a better world for the next ones with the conviction that no one should be hurt like this. never again.

and now i'm going back to listening to Israeli music. because i try to experience some kind of peace and calm each day, whatever i can, so i will have some strength to send. through davening, i try to send strength to the hostages to help them survive. we're one family, and all deeply connected. i have to hope that it helps in some way.

if you want to say Mi Sheberach and Tehillim for these women and don't know how, please reach out. or just daven from the heart for them, dedicate it to their merit, say each of their names out loud. light an extra Shabbat candle for them. set an extra place at your table. put something about them in a public place to make their reality present there. you'll have to protect it from attack. but do it anyway.

and if you want to know what you can do to pressure your political representatives or organizations to do something to free these captives, and all of the captives, i'll be here to talk about that as well.

#jumblr #october 7 #israel #terrorism #frumblr #israeli women #antisemitism #misogyny #rape culture #violence against women and girls #me too unless ur a jew #rape apologists #רַע #every day i'm losing my mind #our daughters should never have to fear this

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lila-lou · 2 days

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 28/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, soft Ben, Ben being slightly insecure

Word Count: 6891

A/N: This is part 28 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As Ben drove to the Vought Tower, his hand remained on your thigh. You glanced over at him, noticing the tense set of his jaw, and decided to break the silence.

"How's everything going with the team?, you asked, your voice soft as you reached over to squeeze his hand.

Ben sighed, his grip tightening slightly. "I still don't trust those fuckers any farther than I can throw 'em".

It wasn't easy for Ben to trust others, especially not them.

You shook your head, still unable to believe the extent of the lies and betrayal that had unfolded within the team. The memory of how they had treated Ben made your blood boil, but you knew dwelling on it wouldn't change the past.

"I still can't believe what they did to you", you muttered, your voice tinged with anger and frustration.

Ben shrugged nonchalantly, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Eh, it's enough justice to see their fucked-up and pissed faces every day", he replied, his tone laced with satisfaction. "Now they have to do exactly what I want".

"But… as much as I'd love to rip them apart", he admitted with a wry chuckle, "They're doing a pretty decent job. They're taking care of all the supes I want to get vanished, and the media seems to like them".

He paused, a hint of grudging respect in his voice. "Can't deny they're effective, I'll give them that", he added.

As the two of you stood in the elevator, Ben looked down at you, his expression serious. "After the meeting, I'm going with you to the doctor", he stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We need to make sure everything's okay with you and the baby".

You nodded, your hand brushing softly over your stomach, a gesture of both comfort and uncertainty. "Yeah, I guess we do", you murmured softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of emotions. "It's just… all so surreal, you know?".

Ben's gaze softened as he reached out to gently squeeze your hand. "Don't worry too much about it", he reassured you, his tone surprisingly gentle.

As you stepped into the meeting room, the team was already waiting impatiently. Butcher seemed particularly annoyed, his arms crossed over his chest. The others raised eyebrows as they saw you walking slightly behind Ben, a rare sight that piqued their curiosity.

"Well, look who decided to join us. And what about you, did you crawl out from under your rock, (Y/N)?".

Before you could even respond, Ben's protective instincts kicked in, his tone sharp and defensive. "Watch your fucking mouth, Butcher", he snapped, his jaw clenched tightly. "She's here because she damn well pleases, and that's none of your business".

You shot Ben a grateful glance, appreciating his defense, but also feeling a bit annoyed at his brusque manner.

Butcher couldn't resist pushing Ben's buttons further. "Ooh, touchy, aren't we? Didn't realize you had such a soft spot for the lady".

Ben's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he shot Butcher a menacing glare. "Keep pushing your luck, Butcher, and you'll fucking regret it", he warned.

Ben pulled out a chair for you, gesturing for you to sit down. With crossed arms, he stood beside you, his expression stern and guarded as Butcher filled everyone in about the supes who seemed to want to stand up against the new Vought. Meanwhile, you felt some gentle movements in your belly, a sensation that both excited and unsettled you.

As Butcher spoke, Ben glanced down at you, noticing the subtle change in your demeanor. "You alright?", he murmured softly, concern flickering in his eyes.

You nodded softly, trying to concentrate on the meeting as A-Train and Annie showed some video footage. Hughie chimed in, directing his comment to Ben, "No one knows where the supes are hiding right now. They're keeping a low profile".

Ben's expression darkened as he absorbed Hughie's words, his mind already strategizing the next move. "Alright", he muttered, his voice firm. "We'll find them. Keep an eye on any leads, no matter how small".

Frenchie reminded Ben of the media conference in two hours, and Ben rolled his eyes, grumbling, "Annie should take this".

Annie raised both arms in protest, but Ben brushed her off rudely. "No, you'll fucking handle it, blondie", he insisted brusquely.

Just then, a wave of nausea hit you.

Again Ben looked down at you, noticing your pale complexion. "You´re sure you´re fucking okay?", he asked.

You shook your head slightly, feeling queasier by the moment. "I think I need some air", you mumbled, quickly stepping out of the room.

Butcher's voice followed you, gruff and concerned. "What the bloody hell is going on with her?", he demanded.

Ben waved him off dismissively, already following you out of the room. "Like i said, none of your business", he retorted sharply, his focus solely on you.

With Ben on your heels, you quickly stepped into the nearest bathroom, the urgency rising as nausea overwhelmed you. You doubled over, vomiting painfully into the toilet, your body trembling with each heave. Ben hovered nearby, concern etched into his features, but unsure of how to help in this situation.

Ben held your hair back.

"What do you need?", he asked, his voice tinged with worry. But you were unable to respond, the waves of nausea rendering you speechless.

As Ben watched you in distress, he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, accustomed to being in control and taking charge. Seeing you in pain, and feeling powerless to alleviate it, left him feeling unusually weak and unsettled.

Annie turned to Frenchie, a curious expression on her face. "So, are Soldier Boy and (Y/N) a couple now?", she asked.

Frenchie shrugged, feigning ignorance. "Mon amie, how should I know?", he replied casually.

Annie raised an eyebrow, pointing out the fact that you seemed to like Frenchie the most.

Frenchie chuckled lightly. "Well, I don't know for sure, but it certainly seems that way", he admitted with a knowing smile.

Butcher's tone was sharp as he addressed Frenchie. "Then why's Soldier Boy still a tense asshole when he can stick one away whenever he wants?", he quipped, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Annie nudged Butcher with her elbow, shooting him a disapproving look. "Come on, Butcher, ease up", she chided, her tone firm but gentle.

"Are you fucking happy taking orders from a supe on coke with PTSD?".

Hughie mumbled, "It's better than being dead", as A-Train chimed in, "Soldier Boy's actually doing a pretty decent job, even though I hate to admit it".

"Plus he didn’t kill anyone like Homelander did, and he's actually trying to represent the supes as the good ones again", Hughie added.

Ben held you steady from behind, his grip firm yet gentle. "Are you feeling any better?", he asked.

You took a deep breath, feeling the nausea subsiding. "Yeah, a little", you replied, leaning back against him for support.

Ben helped you up, his strong arms steadying you as you made your way to the sink. After rinsing your mouth, you leaned against the sink, feeling weak and shaky. Ben stood beside you, his concern evident in his furrowed brow.

"You´re fine?", he asked softly, his hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on your back.

"Yeah, kinda", you mumbled. "This part of pregnancy is absolutely no fun at all".

With Ben's hand on your lower back, guiding you inside, you returned to the meeting. Annie eyed you suspiciously, but Ben quickly took charge, instructing everyone on what to do. Then, he stepped towards the elevator with you.

You made your way to the doctor's office for a battery of tests, with Ben steadfastly by your side, his arms crossed over his supe suit as he watched over you protectively.

The doctor reviewed your files and then turned to you. "I want to try another ultrasound", he said, his tone gentle yet determined, "Even though the last one didn't work as we hoped".

You nodded and changed into a gown, then hopped onto the examination chair. Ben stood nearby as you slowly spread your legs.

The doctor approached with the ultrasound equipment. "Take a deep breath", he instructed gently as he inserted the transducer into your vagina. You winced at the discomfort, and Ben hissed in response.

Again Ben's protective instincts flared up as he watched you wince at the discomfort. He shot a glare at the doctor, his tone laced with hostility. "Careful there", he growled, his voice low and threatening. "Don't fucking hurt her".

The doctor raised an eyebrow at Ben's hostility but remained focused on the task at hand. "I'm being as gentle as I can", he assured, trying to calm the situation.

You reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Ben's arm, silently urging him to relax.

The doctor adjusted the ultrasound machine, his eyes scanning the screen intently. But after a while, Ben got impatient.

Ben's jaw clenched as he watched the screen, his frustration mounting. "Do you fucking see anything or not?", he demanded.

"Just give me a moment", he said calmly, his tone professional despite Ben's impatience.

The doctor turned the monitor toward both of you and began to explain what he saw.

"Here", he pointed to the screen, "That's the gestational sac, and there", he moved the transducer slightly, "Is your baby".

You looked at the screen, feeling a surge of relief wash over you. Ben's grip on your hand tightened as he listened intently to the doctor's explanation.

"The heartbeat is a bit faint, but that's normal at this stage", the doctor continued. "Overall, everything looks good".

You could have sworn you saw one single tear in Ben’s eyes, but he quickly composed himself.

"I can't believe it", you whispered.

Ben actually smiled softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Me neither", he murmured. "But I'm fucking glad it's real".

As the doctor continued to measure and check everything, you couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement at the whole process. It was new territory for all of you, and the doctor seemed just as intrigued as you were.

After a moment of silence, the doctor spoke up again, his tone filled with a mix of curiosity and wonder. "It's definitely the baby of a supe", he remarked, his eyes flicking between you and Ben. "It seems the baby has some control over whether it's visible on the ultrasound or not, like… a shield".

Ben's lips twitched into a little smirk, a proud glint in his eyes at the thought of potentially making the first natural supe on earth.

"Given the circumstances, I'll need to see you as often as possible. We need to monitor your progress closely, considering the unique nature of this pregnancy and its potential effects on your health".

After another few tests and a long talk with the doctor, Ben accompanied you to his office, where you promptly collapsed onto the couch, feeling exhausted after the barrage of tests and examinations.

Ben leaned against his desk, flashing you a smirk as he commented, "Looks like carrying my baby is taking a toll on you, huh?". You just rolled your eyes at him.

Ben pushed himself back from his desk and handed you a bottle of water. “Here, drink up”, he said. “Do you want me to drive you home?”.

You shook your head, taking a sip of water. “No, I need to work”, you replied, rubbing your temples. But Ben wasn’t having any of it.

"No way", Ben insisted. "Not while you're carrying my baby".

You sighed, knowing it was futile to argue with him when he got like this. "Ben, I'll be fine", you said, trying to reassure him. "I have work to do, and I can't just abandon it".

But Ben's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive once more. "I don't fucking care", he stated firmly. "Your health and the baby's health come first. Besides.. I´m your fucking boss now, so… You are hereby granted a leave of absence".

"Alright", you conceded, sighing heavily. "But only because I'm too tired to argue with you".

Ben's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he reached for his keys. "That's what I like to hear", he said, his tone playful yet firm. "Let's get you home and make sure you rest".

With that, he led you out of the office and drove you home.

As you kicked off your shoes and headed straight to the bathroom to get changed, your phone on the kitchen counter buzzed with a message from Frenchie, asking how you were doing. Ben glanced at the message, his brows furrowing slightly.

“You got a message from.. Serge", he called out towards the bathroom, his tone laced with a hint of jealousy, not knowing that thats Frenchies real name.

You emerged from the bathroom, wearing more comfortable clothes, and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s just Frenchie”, you replied casually. “He’s just checking in, nothing to worry about”.

Ben's expression darkened, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes. "Since when do you talk to the team again?", he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "Just with Frenchie", you mumbled, trying to diffuse the tension. But Ben wasn't satisfied with that answer, his suspicion lingering in the air.

His eyes lingered on your belly, a frown forming on his face. He wasn't happy, and you could sense his unease.

"You're jealous, aren't you?", you teased, a small grin playing on your lips as you observed his reaction.

Ben scoffed, trying to downplay his feelings. "Don't be fucking ridiculous", he replied, his tone defensive. "I just… don't trust them, that's all".

You mumbled a noncommittal "huh", looking at him, which made him raise an eyebrow in response.

"What the fuck are you thinking?", Ben asked, his tone a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

You grinned and shook your head. "Oh, nothing", you mumbled, but as you tried to step out of the kitchen, Ben grabbed your wrist, his gaze intense as he looked down at you.

"What's going on in that head of yours, huh?", he asked again.

You chuckled, feeling a rush of affection for Ben despite his overbearing attitude. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you", you replied.

Ben was taken aback by your unexpected declaration, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly. But before he could respond, you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Surprised, Ben's initial hesitation melted away, and he quickly pulled you against his chest, returning the kiss with fervor. His hands found their way to your hips, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, his passion evident in every movement.

As Ben carefully lifted you onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs, he gazed at you intently. His hands rested on your waist, his touch gentle yet possessive, as you bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. The intensity of his stare sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but blush even more under his scrutiny.

His gaze fell on the necklace he had gifted you. "Thank you for coming after me", he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "For literally saving me". He meant more than just the physical act of freeing him a few weeks ago; it was a testament to your unwavering loyalty and love that had brought him back from the brink.

You bit your lip again, feeling the weight of his sincerity. His eyes held a depth of emotion that stirred something within you. That was the moment you knew, that despite your reservations and uncertainties, you couldn't deny him the chance to be a father.

"I'm going to keep the baby", you whispered softly, your voice filled with determination and a hint of vulnerability.

Ben's eyes shot up, a mixture of surprise and joy dancing within them. His lips twitched into a grin as he processed your words, a surge of happiness washing over him.

"Really?", he exclaimed. "I mean… of course you fucking are", he added hastily.

You shook your head in disbelief, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you looked up at Ben.

Ben's grin widened. "Guess that means I'm going to be a fucking father then", he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "A real one".

Ben heaved you up onto his hips, a smirk playing on his lips as he carried you into the bedroom.

"That screams for some extra orgasms for you", he grumbled playfully, his tone teasing as he laid you down on the bed.

You leaned back, giggling slightly as you squeezed your legs together, teasing Ben. He tried to push them apart, his hands roaming over your thighs.

"I can't, I'm on my period", you joked.

Ben raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, come on now", he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That's not how it works".

"Well, who knows", you grinned mischievously. "Maybe our baby comes with some special perks".

"I highly doubt it", he replied. "But I guess we'll find out soon enough".

With that Ben pulled down your sweatpants and panties with a bit of roughness, parting your legs shamelessly. Your breath hitched at the sudden intensity of his actions.

"You're just full of jokes today, aren't you?", Ben grumbled.

You grinned down at him. "Always gotta keep you on your toes", you replied, but before you could say anything more, Ben silenced you by sucking harshly on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You moaned loudly, your back arching as Ben's mouth and tongue worked their magic on your pussy. "Fuck, Ben", you cursed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his relentless assault. The intensity of his ministrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts as you surrendered to the ecstasy.

"Ben, ease up", you gasped, pulling on his hair gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and you needed him to dial it back just a notch. Despite the pleasure coursing through you, you were starting to shake from the intensity of his ministrations.

Ben chuckled against your sensitive skin, his eyes locking with yours as he murmured, "Are you going to stop teasing me and behave like a good girl now?". His tone was playful, but there was a hint of authority in his voice, challenging you to comply.

You blushed hard under his gaze. "Maybe", you teased, unable to resist pushing his buttons a little more.

Ben's lips curved into a smirk as he bit your thigh lightly. "Careful now", he warned. "You wouldn't want to test me, would you?", his voice low and husky as he trailed kisses back up your thigh, his lips tantalizingly close to your heated core.

As he inched over your clit, you shook your head, trying to push your hips upward so you could feel his lips again, but his grip on your hipbones held you in place.

"Patience, sweetheart", he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'll get there when I'm good and ready".

With a mischievous grin, Ben dipped his head down, teasingly grazing his lips over your sensitive skin. He reveled in the way you squirmed beneath him, your breath hitching with each tantalizing touch. "But if you keep squirming like that", he whispered huskily, "I might have to punish you for being so impatient".

You whimpered, feeling the delicious torture of his teasing. "Ben, you said you wanted to reward me", you moaned, your voice pleading. "But all you're doing is teasing the hell out of me".

Ben chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. "I am rewarding you", he murmured huskily. "Just not in the way you expected". With that, he dipped his head back down, his tongue tracing teasing circles around your throbbing clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

As Ben's skilled tongue danced across your throbbing clit, a wave of pleasure surged through your body, making your breath hitch. His movements were deliberate, teasing, as if he relished every moment of your ecstasy. His lips pressed softly against your skin.

You grasped the sheets tightly, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Each flick of his tongue sent electric pulses of pleasure racing through you. Your hips instinctively arched towards him.

Ben's grip on your hipbones tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pressed your pussy harder against his lips, his tongue delving deeper, seeking out every ounce of pleasure within you.

Amidst the overwhelming sensations, you found yourself murmuring, "The doctor said it's unusual to feel this nauseous within the first few weeks of a pregnancy". Your words were punctuated by soft moans, escaping your lips involuntarily as pleasure coursed through your body.

Ben's movements faltered for a moment, his eyes flickering with surprise and something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher amidst the haze of pleasure. But then, he resumed his ministrations with even more fervor, as if determined to drown out any thoughts other than the ecstasy you shared in that moment.

"I don't care about the fucking doctor", he growled against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "All I care about is you, right here, right fucking now".

You cried out loud as Ben applied more pressure, his determination evident in every movement as he sought to immerse you fully in the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure. But amidst the ecstasy, a nagging worry crept into your mind.

"Maybe it's not a good sign that it starts so early", you moaned.

Ben paused for a moment, his eyes locking with yours as he pulled back slightly, a furrow forming on his brow. "I'm trying to give you something here", he grumbled, frustration evident in his tone as he nodded towards your wet pussy just inches in front of him.

The weight of his words hung in the air, mingling with the heady scent of desire as you gazed into his eyes, searching for reassurance amidst the storm of emotions swirling within you. But then, with a determined glint in his eyes, Ben leaned forward once more, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss that tried to silenced any doubts, any fears.

"Just… relax, sweetheart", Ben murmured against your lips, his words a mixture of frustration and reassurance. "We'll talk about this later".

As he pushed himself down again, his movements more urgent, the tension between you palpable. But after a while, your inability to concentrate on his work scratched at his ego, gnawing at the edges of his patience until finally, a string of curses escaped his lips.

"Fucking hell", he growled, the words laced with frustration as he fought to rein in his simmering anger. "Why won't you just… come?".

Your heart sank as you sensed the frustration and self-doubt creeping into Ben's voice. The realization that he believed it was his fault only deepened your own sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry", you whispered, the words barely audible amidst the rush of emotions swirling within you. "I'm trying, Ben, I really am".

Ben struggled to make sense of the situation.

"I know you are", he grumbled, his voice softening slightly as he reached out to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle despite the frustration that simmered just beneath the surface. "But maybe my dick would get your full attention, hmm?". Yet beneath the harshness of his tone, a flicker of concern still lingered.

As Ben stood up, shedding his supe suit with practiced ease, your eyes followed his every movement, tracing the contours of his body. Despite the frustration that had simmered between you moments before, the sight of him standing before you, already hard and ready, stirred something within you.

For Ben, there was nothing better than tasting you, hearing you moan beneath his touch.

As he approached, you sat up, your movements fluid and graceful as you pulled off your shirt, leaving you completely naked before him. The air crackled with anticipation, the tension between you palpable as you met his gaze, your eyes locking in a silent promise of mutual desire and longing.

Ben closed the distance between you, his hands reaching out to cup your face as he claimed your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

With a firm but gentle push, Ben guided you back onto the bed, the mattress yielding beneath your weight as you settled into the soft embrace. Quickly, he shifted his position so that you straddled him, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he urged you to look at him.

"I need you to look at me, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Think about nothing but the feeling I'll give you. No more distractions".

You nodded.

As Ben lowered you slowly onto his dick, you felt your tightness stretching around him, a sensation that always elicited a quiet wince from you. Despite your body's familiarity with his size, the initial discomfort never fully subsided.

But tonight, as he filled you completely, the discomfort seemed to intensify, a sharp pang of pain shooting through you as you struggled to adjust to his size. Each inch of him felt like a stretch, a challenge to your body's limits, and though you tried to relax and surrender to the pleasure, the discomfort lingered like a stubborn shadow, refusing to be ignored.

"You okay?", Ben's voice broke through the haze of discomfort.

You nodded weakly, forcing a small smile as you tried to push aside the discomfort and focus on the pleasure that awaited you. But deep down, you knew that tonight would be different.

Your nails dug into Ben’s shoulder plates, seeking purchase as you sought to steady yourself against the waves of discomfort that threatened to overwhelm you. Beneath you, his hands remained firm on your hips.

With a sharp intake of breath, you sucked in your lip, trying to stifle the small gasp that escaped you as you slowly raised your hips up. The ache intensified as you lowered yourself back down, the discomfort blossoming into a sharp pain that made you wince audibly this time.

Ben’s frustration grew palpable, his jaw clenched tightly. He had always prided himself on his ability to please you, to bring you pleasure beyond measure, and yet tonight, it seemed that every effort only served to exacerbate your discomfort.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and guilt as you met his gaze.

Despite the frustration gnawing at his patience, Ben wasn't ready to give up just yet. He knew that you always struggled to take him, but tonight seemed to be on a whole new level. Yet, amidst the discomfort and the lingering doubts, he remained determined to find a solution, to ease your pain and bring you the pleasure you both craved.

"No need to apologize", he muttered softly, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your mind as he reached for a bottle of lube from his bedside table. With practiced ease, he uncapped it, the familiar scent filling the air as he coated his fingers, his movements gentle and deliberate as he prepared to ease your discomfort.

With his free hand, Ben guided you up again, his touch surprisingly gentle as he positioned you just above him. But for him, gentleness was a relative term, and you could feel the underlying urgency in his movements, a silent plea for relief from the discomfort that had plagued you both.

With a soft gasp, you felt his coated finger glide over your clit, the slickness of the lube providing a welcome relief to the ache that had lingered within you. And as he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, a slow and deliberate rhythm, you couldn't help but relax into his touch.

As Ben's fingers worked their way inside you, his eyes were glued to the sight of how they pushed into your tightness, each movement deliberate and calculated. He could feel the tension in your body gradually giving way, the resistance softening as you began to relax under his touch.

"You're doing great, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper of encouragement as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. "Just relax and let me take care of you".

Even though Ben felt the urge to mutter something really inappropriate, urging you to just fucking take him, he knew that this wasn't the time. He understood that you needed him to be gentle and patient today, especially with your hormones going crazy and everything related to the pregnancy feeling overwhelming.

Suppressing his own frustrations, Ben focused on the task at hand, determined to provide you with the care and attention you needed in this moment. He kept his movements slow and steady, his touch gentle yet firm as he continued to work his fingers inside you, seeking to ease the discomfort and bring you the pleasure you deserved.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?", he asked softly. "You think you're ready to take me?", he looked up at you.

With a shaky breath, you nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. "Yeah", you whispered, your voice filled with determination and longing. "I'm good".

"Alright", Ben muttered, his voice a low rumble of anticipation.

As you carefully guided Ben’s dick inside you, lowering yourself slowly onto him, a mixture of pleasure and relief washed over you both. Ben groaned deeply, his eyes falling shut for a few seconds as he relished the sensation of being enveloped by your warmth and tightness. A low, primal growl escaped his lips. His grip tightened uncontrollably, sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the intensity of his desire coursing through him.

Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, a mixture of pleasure and pain dancing on the edge of your senses. “Ben, be careful”, you murmured, your voice laced with a hint of urgency as you reached towards your belly, a silent reminder of the life growing within you.

His eyes snapped open, meeting yours.

Instantly, Ben loosened his grip, his hands falling down to rest gently on your thighs.

“I didn’t mean to…”.

Feeling his remorse, you took Ben’s hands in yours, guiding them back towards your hips with a reassuring squeeze. You knew how difficult it was for him to hold back, especially in moments of intense passion.

“It’s okay, Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with understanding and love. “I trust you”.

You began to move a bit faster, eager to reciprocate the pleasure he always gave you, even though he was a lot to handle today. His dick stretched you beyond your limits.

With each movement, Ben's touch grew even gentler, his guidance subtle yet firm as he encouraged you to find your own rhythm. Together, you moved in perfect harmony.

But despite your efforts, you still struggled to find release. Frustration gnawed at the edges of your mind as you desperately tried to shift your angle, to find that elusive sweet spot that would bring you to climax. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind refused to shut off, the weight of your worries and uncertainties clinging to you like a heavy shroud.

"Fuck, look at me", Ben ordered, his voice a low growl of urgency as he grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I need you here with me, baby".

His words cut through the fog of your thoughts, grounding you in the present moment. With a shaky breath, you nodded, your eyes locking with his as you surrendered yourself to his command.

As you gazed into his eyes, the intensity of his desire mirrored your own, igniting a spark of passion that burned bright between you.

Ben cupped your small body with one of his big arms around your waist, pressing you gently against him. With his other hand, he grabbed your buttock, pressing you down onto his cock, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips.

"I want you so fucking much", he murmured.

His words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. As he held you close, the heat of his body enveloping you.

Ben pulled you closer, his touch and words finally grounding you in the here and now.

"You take me so damn well, baby", he muttered, his voice husky with need. "I love the way you feel around me, so tight and wet".

Each word sent a jolt of pleasure through you, heightening the intensity of your connection as you surrendered yourself to the raw passion that flowed between you. With each thrust, each whispered confession of desire, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Finally, you let go of your thoughts, allowing yourself to get lost in Ben´s beautiful green eyes. His dick throbbed inside you, and you began to clench around him, your body responding instinctively to the pleasure coursing through you.

Ben's gaze never wavered from yours as he felt you tighten around him, a low groan escaping his lips. "That's it, baby", he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Feel how good you make me, how much I need you".

With each clench of your muscles, you felt the tension building within you, the pleasure reaching its peak as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

As the climax washed over you both, you felt a sense of euphoria enveloping you, a shared release of tension and desire that left you both breathless and spent. Ben held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as you basked in the afterglow of your shared intimacy.

As you fell against his chest, your breath heavy and your body weak against his hard chest, Ben chuckled softly and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Fuck Sweetheart”, he muttered with a mix of amusement and frustration. “Your orgasm was playing hard to get tonight, huh?”.

You couldn’t help but laugh weakly at his comment, feeling a sense of relief and lightheartedness wash over you despite the lingering intensity of the moment. “Sorry about that”, you replied, your voice still tinged with the remnants of pleasure.

Still, Ben couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration and inadequacy gnawing at the edges of his mind. He may have overplayed it with his lighthearted comment, but deep down, his ego was bruised.

He prided himself on his ability to please you effortlessly, to have you ready within seconds and coming within minutes. But tonight, he felt like he had fallen short of that mark, struggling to bring you the pleasure you deserved. And for him, as the man, it was one of the worst feelings imaginable.

Despite his attempts to brush it off with humor, the nagging sense of disappointment lingered. He knew you didn’t blame him, but still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let you down.

As he held you close, his mind raced.

As you looked up at Ben, you could see the turmoil in his eyes as he wrestled with his thoughts. Cupping his face in your hands, you gifted him a small smile, hoping to ease the weight of his worries, but he didn't respond.

"Babe", you murmured softly, your voice filled with love and reassurance. "You know it was on me, right? It's just… my mind and emotions that went crazy tonight. You were as damn awesome as always".

Your words hung in the air.

Ben shook his head slightly, his gaze drifting down to your belly as if seeking solace in the promise of new life. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as if to shield you both from the doubts and insecurities that lingered in the air.

As he held you, his touch gentle and reassuring, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You nestled against his naked chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin. His heartbeat echoed beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that lulled you into a state of tranquility.

As Ben felt your heartbeat slow down and heard the soft rhythm of your breathing, he knew that you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep on top of him. With utmost care, he gently lowered you down onto the bed, ensuring you were comfortable and tucked in beneath the blanket.

As Ben gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him at the sight of you, sleeping so peacefully and undisturbed. With a soft sigh, he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead before quietly slipping out of the room.

Entering the kitchen, he wasted no time in indulging in a line to take the edge off, the familiar rush momentarily distracting him from the lingering echoes of frustration and doubt. But it was his favorite whiskey that truly called to him.

With the bottle in hand, Ben made his way to the living room. Settling onto the couch, he allowed himself to sink into the soft cushions.

As he took a sip of the whiskey, its smooth warmth spreading through him.

As the evening rolled on and Ben was engrossed in a movie, he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting from the bedroom. Pausing the movie, he quickly made his way towards you, throwing on some sweatpants along the way.

His gaze softened at the sight of you, hunched over the toilet, your face pale and drawn with discomfort. Without a word, he moved to your side, offering a comforting hand on your back as you continued to retch.

"You okay?", Ben asked softly, concern evident in his voice as he rubbed your back gently.

You groaned in response, leaning back slightly with tears in your eyes. "Ugh, this is gross", you muttered, hoping that the nausea would pass soon.

As you finished vomiting and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy, Ben moved to help you steady yourself. His arm wrapped around your waist, offering support as you made your way to the sink to brush your teeth.

While you were preoccupied with rinsing your mouth, Ben retrieved your silk robe from the bedroom. With a tender touch, he draped it around your shoulders, the smooth fabric gliding over your skin as he fastened it loosely around your body. "There, all better now, princess", he said with a smirk, kissing your shoulders. "Can't have my girl feeling under the weather, now can we?", his tone teasing but affectionate.

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you spit out the toothpaste and pulled the robe on correctly, adjusting it around your body. As you brushed over your eyes with your hand, trying to shake off the dizziness, you couldn't help but mumble under your breath.

"I feel like shit", you grumbled, the discomfort evident in your voice as you leaned against the sink for support.

Ben chuckled softly, his teasing tone belying the genuine concern in his eyes as he steadied you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Aw, come on, you're tough as nails", he teased, trying to lighten the mood. "A little nausea never hurt anyone, right? Besides, you'll be back to your badass self in no time".

As he spoke, he continued to support you, his touch gentle yet firm as he guided you back towards the bedroom.

As Ben guided you back towards the bedroom, his heart aching to see you in discomfort, he couldn't help but overplay his worry with playful comments. Deep down, he hated to see you like this, but he struggled to express it in a more straightforward manner.

You mumbled softly, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "I shouldn't be puking this often, not this early in the pregnancy", you lamented, your voice tinged with frustration and concern.

Ben's expression softened at your words, the playful facade slipping away as he realized the gravity of the situation. "We'll figure it out", he murmured.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 days

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question! is it a form of neglect to purposefully not give your children sex ed? i've been thinking a lot abt it lately, especially bc that's how i grew up. when i started asking sex related questions, people would either awkwardly lie or straight up tell me not to ask. to the point my mom would guilt me for asking, saying "you can read i'll find you a book" [never gets me any books abt it] "but stop bothering me bc i have a lot on my hands" ect ect guilting stuff.

like, thinking back on it now, it makes me feel more and more like not giving your kids sex ed on purpose is a form of neglect. i understand NOT knowing sex ed stuff but it seems like when you get kids, it's kinda your job to make sure they get that info somehow? so many people DON'T know basic sex ed or even what CONSENT is and it seems like that's not just a school system thing but sometimes it's also a PARENT thing.

sorry to ramble in your inbox. i've jst been thinking about this a lot, especially being on your blog, and wondered if you had any thoughts on it.

hi anon,

this is a rather thorny question and not one that I feel comfortable making generalizations about.

certainly there are caregivers who intentionally withhold access to information about sex, anatomy, and consent as part of a larger pattern of manipulating and indoctrinating their children, and stigmatize or otherwise punish children for seeking knowledge. in those cases I think we can generally say that withholding information is part and parcel of mistreatment. I assume, based on the rest of your ask, that this is the kind of behavior you mean when you talk about "purposefully" failing to provide sex ed.

but what counts as "purpose"? if a caregiver is otherwise meeting their kid's needs and not doing any cult shit but never raises the topic of sex ed because their kid never asked, or because they assumed that health class had it covered, or because they themself never got any decent sex ed and don't have anything particularly helpful to say, would we then call that neglect? I wouldn't, personally. it's nice when parents can, especially if their kids are coming to them with questions, but I also understand very well that the average parent is an extremely busy person who is doing their best and probably does not have any particularly thorough knowledge of sex. don't get me wrong, I have plenty of issues with how much sex negative behavior and general ick people learn from their families, but I can also recognize that this is a multigenerational cultural issue and that the parents are also the products of their own upbringings.

this is also a whole other tangent but I don't believe parents should be expected to be the primary vessel of knowledge for sex ed anyway, any more than they're expected to teach math or science. but I recognize that that's also a belief that requires schools to have mandatory, semester-long sex ed classes that are taught by a professional like any other subject and frankly the US is just not going to be there any time soon when Republicans are still trying to classify being a drag queen in front of a child as a sex crime.

tldr. it's complicated.

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centrally-unplanned · 12 hours

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So because I tend to be described as "center-left" by the forces of all that is evil and unpure assailed against me in their limitless and merciless cruelty, the way the far-right in the US misuses economic statistics tends to find no sympathy from me - in ways that I find difficult to even engage with. (Also, for balance's sake, true libertarians tend to be the ones who make this mistake the least, a solid W for them - they average the highest on this kind of economic literacy alongside the technocratic left). I am on the other hand more sympathetic to the reasons some on the left have for this mistake - but it is still unproductively misguided.

The idea from far-left is is essentially that the US economy is and must always be broken in all ways, because that is a premise that implies the platform of reform they endorse. This is a stance that, imo, most leftists will have because they want to help the poor. They will discuss child poverty and homelessness in the same breath as "living paycheck to paycheck" and the "immiserated middle class". They see these things as united, both causally but also practically - that the solution for the homeless and for the working class are the same, the bonds that will form a united front strong enough to cut the chains of capital in one fell swoop.

This is not only not true, but it is the opposite of true. A middle class that believes itself immiserated and struggling is one least likely to support the redistributive policies necessary to address chronic poverty because they are in fact very different problems. Those people are going to ask for tax cuts! They have jobs, they don't think they need welfare checks, but they do (correctly!) think lower taxes will help them. Cheaper grocery prices means cheaper wages for workers in the grocery industry, the current economy has been really good for the lower income working classes as the tight labor market has boosted their relative wages. Which middle class white collar people haaaaate, because it raises their prices. And since you want lower taxes but the money has to come from somewhere, you are more willing to cut things like welfare to pay for them.

When the problems are real they can align - like yes the housing market in the US is pretty busted, "everyone" will benefit from just making more houses. But even then, the "everyone" doesn't include all the incumbent upper-middle class housing owners, and it particularly doesn't help new home owners who have a mortgage to pay off that are banking on rising real estate prices. All these policies have real tradeoffs. Opportunities for solidarity do exist, don't get me wrong, but its not the default state. You think America won't raise taxes on the rich just to expand the mortgage tax deduction? In your heart you know we would.

Obviously none of this applies to you if you think the world is corrupted root to stem and only the blood of the capitalist class can water the soil of revolution and birth the flower of a new age, or whatever. But unless you want that you are gonna need accurate policy analysis to actually solve the problems within the system, and they will have tradeoffs. And a middle class that thinks itself too poor to help is not an asset in that.

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tinydefector · 20 hours

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SEEKER TRINE VENTS

The Seeker trine x human (separate)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing, injury

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Based on this photo

Starscream

Small noises of displeasure fell from their lips as they scrub grime off of Starscream, the mech had been rather vocal about how much he hated earth and the muck that would get itself stuck in his vents, ledges and creases of his armour.

"How do you get so much stuff wedged in here?" They ask in annoyance. Starscream vented heavily as they scrubbed at his plating, not bothering to conceal his distaste for the task. As one such pesky piece of debris came loose, he huffed derisively.

"You organic creatures are so primitive, dragging all manner of filth into our ship. Your flimsy exteriors offer no protection from this planet's foul substances."

The human scowled up at him, unamused by his answer. He continued more dourly, "The intricate grooves and seams of Cybertronian plating are evidently well-suited for trapping debris, as I've discovered to my irritation. “Your "muck", as you call it, works its way deep within joints and transformation seams, which it then proves vexing to dislodge." His brow ridge drew down in a scowl.

He remained still while the human tended to him, but he dared not harm them and risk angering Megatron. For now, he bit back any further complaints.

"Oh yes, the primitive who somehow can keep themself cleaner than you. Stop being such a pissbaby " They shoot back as they scrub the soapy water across his wings.

"You'd think highly advanced Cybernetic aliens would have a way to deal with this" they tease. The soapy sponge scrubbing against the insignia.

Starscream scoffed haughtily at the human's insolence.

"And yet here you are, assigned the menial task of removing such filth from my plating." He vented in irritation as the sponge scrubbed over a particularly caked-on patch of grime, the insignia proudly displayed upon his wings now slowly becoming visible once more.

"Make no mistake, human, had I been leader of the Decepticons we would not be on this wretched planet to begin with." His plating gave an involuntary shiver as a transformation seam was ruthlessly scoured.

If Starscream had been bipedal at that moment he would be looking down at them with a fixed and pointed glare. "Now cease your prattling and get on with the task, unless you wish to spend the remainder of the day at it!" he Snarled, he felt humiliated having someone else clean him, but some of The areas he just couldn't reach himself.

"Mimimi" they make the whiny little nose at Starscream as they use his wing to drop down onto the floor as they begin checking the underside of his wing, scrubbing more groves. Starscream's wings twitched in irritation as the human scampered down to scrub at his undercarriage.

before they move towards the Jets vents. "Fucking hell you have that many leaves wedged in here!." They state. "Be careful! many of those plates are far more sensitive than exterior armour." He snarled sharply as they crawled up into the vent grabbing leaves and debris slowly dislodging them from hidden seams and vents.

"Seeker frames such as mine offer countless nooks and crannies for debris to work itself deep within." A particularly stubborn clump came free, causing his vents to shudder involuntarily. They roll their eyes at him. "You can just say thank you, no need to be a prick Stars" their voice somewhat echoes and reverberates off his plating as they grab even more handfuls of leaves, throwing them out while they begin scrubbing the more sensitive plating.

Starscream shutters as his voice hitched as the human's hands scraped roughly against his more delicate vent internals. "Mind your hands, I'm not your toy!" he snapped, wings twitching in irritation. "Do not manhandle so crudely.” He cries out before going quietly, he feels defiled.

Despite his complaints, he had to admit some relief as handfuls of debris were cleared away. "Can you not work quicker?" he groused. "Your primitive fingers pale in comparison to a proper Cybertronian sanitation cycle. And lingering here invites further filth and dirt with every moment." His plating flared, venting a burst of hot air to dislodge any remaining flecks. It puffs a collection of dust and dirt at the human who begins coughing and cursing him out. “ fuck you Starscream, trying to kill me!” After they finish having a choking fit they shoot him a glare.

"Oh I'm so sorry that you can't clean your own vents" they remark in a snarky tone the soapy water seeps in and begins dislodging the other dirt and grim. Their eyes linger realising that his vents were much more spacious than they had expected. They scoot further in. They run their hand across a large 'scar' that is on the inside of the vent, fingers ever soft again the large grove. "Who did this to you?" They ask softly, their anger from before fading almost non existent. Starscream vented sharply as their hand lingers over an old wound.

"A battlefield skirmish on Cybertron, an Autobot believed shoving a blade into my vent would end me " he replied tersely. "Such scars often remain, embedded in our armour's self-regenerating molecular structure. They serve as reminders of battles won and lost."

His voice hitched as delicate sensor nodes were brushed. "Remove your hands, you have completed your task," Starscream stated curtly. While thorough cleansing was necessary to dislodge filth, he had limits to how much manhandling by fleshy human digits he would tolerate.

His plating rippled in a not so subtle threat, but he never let anyone touch his scars. The sooner this indignity was over, the better. They let out a soft huff and slowly slide themselves back out of the vents, moving towards the other buckets of water. Grabbing it and throwing the icy cold water across the soapy areas.

Starscream gasped sharply as the human doused him with the frigid rinse water, his armour plating clamping down tightly in response to the uncomfortable temperature differential.

"Primus, have you no care for My paint?!" he snapped irritably. "That was Cold!” He cries out again. Nonetheless, it washed away the remaining suds caught in seams and joints. His plating gave a few experimental flutters to normalise to the temperature.

That let out a laugh as they fill the bucket from the water punnet and proceeding with the next wing. "It's not my fault the water is so cold, don't you like a little cold water?" They call out teasing him again as they rinse the soap and grime off of starscream, even flushing out his vents to make sure they were clean.

Starscream flinched as frigid rinse water splashed over his plating once more, droplets seeping into seams and joints. "Primus, have mercy. Must you freeze my circuits,?!" he Shout irritably. "How anyone stands your planet's wretched temperatures is beyond me”

He snapped his intake shut tightly, vents expelling a sharp burst of hot air to fully purge any remaining moisture. Though loath to rely on such crude organic methods, Starscream's newly cleaned plating shone as triumphant as ever. The human had proven. sufficient, if barely, for their demeaning chore.

They squeal as Starscream transforms, grabbing them and lifting them up optic level. They laugh more, and for once Starscream finds it almost delightful how their voice echoes of the different frequencies. Even if they were a pest at the best of times. "Well look at you, all freshened up you don't look half bad." They state proudly.

"Your a pest," he conceded grudgingly. His optics flickered, scanning the organic clutched close. Gingerly, Starscream lowered them back to the ground. "It seems your crude manual methods have...sufficed, Now run along." His engine rumbled, a not-so-subtle dismissal. But for once, no sting of wrath laced the Seeker's words. "begone, before your nasty touch soils me further." His grumbled with an audible click.

Skywarp

Skywarp felt the human shudder against his frame. He vented softly, knowing he lacked the energy reserves to maintain his internal heating to run the heater in the cockpit for long in this condition. After being shot down, they had barely managed to make it to this cave and he could feel his systems needing to shut down to conserve power to heal.

"Easy little one, try to stay awake. My self-repairs are attempting to reroute what power I can, but it may not be enough to keep you warm." His plating rattled shakily as tried to patch what gaps they could. A fall of temperatures that would do little to him but could snuff out their fragile form or make them sick. "Remain still and try to breathe slowly. I've tried contacting the others, but the rock is interfering with transmissions."

They pull their jackets closer. "How's the damage?" They ask through a shaky voice. Their breath is visible in the air but they still so more worry for him than their own situation.

Skywarp ran another self-diagnostic scan. The damage was severe. his systems were barely functioning above stasis lock but he was fighting against it, for their sake.

"My systems are heavily damaged from the crash and stasis is trying to set in," he said as evenly as possible his voice is static-laced and shaking. "But my self-repair functions are attempting to stabilise the worst systems so I can last until help comes. If the Autobots don't find us first"

He focused what remaining power he had into his communications beacon, hoping his location ping would finally break through the rocky interference.

Skywarp knew they were likely frightened, putting on a brave face for him due to how injured he was. being trapped in a dark cave with a half-disabled mech wasn't what either of them had planned on their night flight . But he had to keep them alive and try not to panic himself. For now, all he could offer was what protection and warmth his tired frame could provide.

" I may have a plan to keep you warm," he said gently. "My vents are internally heated and large enough that you could climb inside. Being so close to my engine and spark should keep you warm. It is not an ideal situation, but may better allow me to shield you with what power I have left and even in stasis it will keep you warm."

"Ok" they state softly as they slowly move carefully climbing up into the vent. As they move back further into the vent they lay down against the warm metal letting out a sigh of relief. The sound of the heavy rain outside makes them peak their head back out just enough to watch it.

"Thank you" they call out, eyes slowly fluttering closed as they bask in the heat that radiates off Skywarp. He emitted a soft rumble in acknowledgement. As they settle back further inside against his internal metal walls, he vents a sigh of relief.

"You are most welcome, little one," Skywarp replied gently. "How do you feel?" he asked. “tried, I'm just glad you're alright, try and recover. I'm warm here, you won't be losing me tonight” they state bravely.

Skywarp did his best to calm his systems. "Try to rest if you are able." His systems begin shutting down into recharge. The sound of heavy rain echo's into the cave.

when they wake up they are wrapped in multiple blankets held close to skywarps chassis, As the Seeker recharges. As memory of the cave ordeal was still fuzzy, confusion gave way to relief as warmth and safety registered. Beneath the layers of thermal blankets, nestled securely against Skywarp's recharging chest plates. His steady spark pulse and low internal hum soothed any remaining unease.

Reaching out tentatively, they trailed gentle fingers across his armoured plating, Drawing nearer to his spark's glow, they let out a sigh of contentment and relief as they snuggled closer to him.

Thundercracker

the small human wanders around his form checking for any damage from the Scraplet which had gotten into his vent. Small hands slowly weld the damage closed so that his systems could finish the job of mending.

“Thank you for your assistance, Starscream has me on tight patrols lately, as you've noticed." He waits patiently for them to finish, not wanting to jostle them as they work. "They don't know I'm here do they?" They asked softly, they knew Thundercracker had a soft spot for them, but they also hoped the con wasn't going against orders just for their company.

Thundercracker pauses "No, they don't know. I try to visit when I can get away without them noticing."

"Starscream has been keeping me flying patrol nearly nonstop lately, so it's been harder to slip away. But I couldn't leave without checking on you." He starts "Just a few more checks, don't want you trying to take off if you're still hurt or if there's another scraplet in your vents " they state while moving towards the large jet vents. Peeking inside. "It looks like you got more than you bargained for" they remark as they try to reach for the piece of shrapnel inside the vent. They grumble before climbing up into the vent, to try and remove the metal.

Thundercracker lets out a soft chuckle as the human climbs into his vents to remove the small chuckles of what was left of the dead creature. He remains as still as possible so as not to endanger them.

"Indeed, that scraplet got the drop on me during my last patrol. Barely managed to get it out of my vent before it did any critical damage to my fans and engine. Thank you for your help removing it, my servos are far too large to fit in there. Just please be careful, I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt."

A laugh echoes from them inside the vent, "fuck they did a number on you" they call out as the dislodging more metal and throw the peices out of the vent. Thundercracker lets out a soft chuckle at the human's crass language, not bothered in the slightest. "Indeed they did, the fragging scraplets really know how to leave a mess behind."

They turn their torch on checking the rest of the vent. Crawling through it into a small gap before through into the other side. "What would you do without me?" They tease while making sure there isn't any other damage or scraplets hiding waiting to cause more damage. "As for what I'd do without you, I'd likely be running far less efficiently with pieces of shrapnel still lodged in my vents."

He says in a gently teasing tone. "Between you and my self-repair systems, I'll be as good as new before long. Almost feels like getting a tune up from my old mechanic back on Cybertron. Thank you for your help"

"Anytime Thunder, I've got to keep my favourite jet in working order " they hum while climbing their way back out of the vent. They lean up and press a soft kiss to the side of metal.

"Perhaps someday, I could return the favour and aid you in your repairs."

Thundercracker hums softly in response, feeling a warmth in his spark at the gesture of affection from them. “oh Thundercracker you sweetheart but I'd leave medical stuff to the medics” the tease which makes him chuckle as he transforms.

They slowly begin wiping their hands off as they watch the Seeker. "You best get going before the others come looking and find that you have been keeping pets" they tease. Thundercracker smiles softly in amusement at the human's teasing words. "Indeed, it would not do for Megatron or Starscream to discover I've been keeping a human 'pet'. Primus only knows what those two would do." He leans down and presses a soft kiss to their forehead. “Stay out of trouble my little mechanic” he mumbles to them.

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Durge: Sceleritas! Bring me my narcotics — I need a pick me up

Sceleritas: of course master, what’s the occasion? Do you have a particularly arduous murder to attend to tonight?

Durge: none of your damn business, you wretch. (I’m going to Gortash’s bedroom and I need something to keep me awake so we can fuck all night long)

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cry4tzu · 3 days

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Lights down low

Synopsis: if she can’t satisfy you, then I will

A/n- thanks for 125 followers, I’m so grateful and thankful for yall beautiful peeps.

Warning: top chae!!, sexual frustrated reader, reader being in a fwb, use of mommy, slut. Weed, strap chae!

Men dni

Smoke drifted lazily around the room, filling the air with its sweet and slightly acrid scent. As Chaeyoung pass the weed to you. It was a familiar, comfortable gesture, one that they had done a thousand times before.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the smoke, sighing as you exhale. Today had been a rough day for you . your boss had been particularly difficult to deal with, and your coworkers had been a constant source of irritation. So when chae text you, asking if you wanted to have a smoke session with her, you didn't even hesitate. It was exactly what you needed.

Now, here you were, in her small but cozy apartment, feeling more relaxed than you had all day. You take another drag from the joint, before passing it to chaeyoung.

As you exhale, the smoke curls lazily around your face, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You lean back against the pillows, closing your eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

"You think pigs will fly in the future ?" you ask with a laugh, breaking the comfortable silence between them. As you pass the joint back to chaeyoung.

"Where's this question coming from?" Chaeyoung said, still half-lazy. Her eyes flickered over to you , her gaze soft and warm, even as she held in the laugh.

"I don't know, just thought of it. You know, something to pass the time." shrugging reaching for the joint again. "But if pigs do fly, you think they'll have to wear little wings or something?"

Chaeyoung laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know, I think they'd just look ridiculous." Her fingers brushed against yours as she took the joint back, inhaling deeply before exhaling again. "Maybe they'd have tiny jetpacks or something."

"Maybe they will, who knows. But I think they'd still be pigs, you know? They'll just have little jetpacks strapped to their backs or something. Just another tool to help them get by." You said giggling softly, your eyes never leaving chaeyoung's face. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence once more, content to simply exist in each other's company, as smoke swirling around them.

"So, how's you and jihyun relationship going ?" Chaeyoung asked casually, her voice slightly slurred from the weed. Passing it to you , as she watched you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.

"I wouldn’t called it a relationship. we just fuck buddies," you replied, taking the last drag , exhaling after. “same thing, just answer the question ." Chaeyoung said rolling her eyes. glancing at Chaeyoung, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Why?"

Chaeyoung smiled reassuringly, waving her hand. "No reason, no reason at all. Just curious, that's all." Her smile faded slightly as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "So... how's the sex?"

"Chae, come on. That's a bit personal, don't you think?" You glanced at Chaeyoung, searching her expression for any signs of judgment.

Chaeyoung shrugged, her lips curling into a small smile. "I'm just curious, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and we've been through everything together. I just want to make sure you're good, that's all. I won't judge. You know that."

You hesitated, glancing away for a moment before looking back at Chaeyoung. "It's... It's alright." Your voice was strained, slightly unconvincing even to your own ears.

“You are lying, y/n. you can't even look me in the eye when I ask you about it. Just admit it, and let it out with me. You can trust me with that, can't you?" Chaeyoung asked, her voice soft but insistent. She leaned in closer, her gaze unwavering as she studied your face.

You couldn’t help but look away, biting your lip as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks . finally meeting Chaeyoung's eyes again. There was something in her gaze that made you feel safe, despite the intimacy of the situation.

"Fine," you whispered. "It's not alright. It's been months since we did it…" your voice trailed off. "I'm so damn horny all the time. Jihyun barely even touches me anymore, and I just... I can't take it." The words came out in a rush, and you felt a weight lift off your chest as you finally admitted it aloud.

"Then let me help you." Chaeyoung's voice was soft, but firm. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. Her thumb traced circles on your jaw. "Tell me what you want, what you need. You can trust me with that, can you?"

your eyes fluttered closed, tilting into Chaeyoung's touch. "I want..." you swallowed hard, feeling the words caught in your throat. "…you to fuck me ." gasping out the words, your hips pressing against Chaeyoung's hand almost involuntarily.

"I want you to touch me, to make me feel wanted again. Please, Chaeyoung, I can't take it anymore."

Chaeyoung's heart skipped a beat at the words, but she kept her expression neutral, her hand moving to stroke your hair back from your face. "Do you mean like this?" she asked, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in and pressed their lips together.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly deepened as their tongues met, dancing together in a heated exchange. you moaned into the kiss, as your hands tangling in Chaeyoung's hair, and your hips moving rhythmically against Chaeyoung's. Chaeyoung responded eagerly, her free hand slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare back.

Her hands moved down, unbuttoning and pushing aside your pants, revealing a wet and eager sex. "Fuck," she breathed, looking down at your aroused body.

“So wet for me already princess ," Chaeyoung murmured, her voice low and husky as she continued to stroke you through your underwear. She leaned in, taking a kiss at the sensitive spot where your thigh met her hip before moving lower, sucking on the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Chaeyoung smiled against your skin, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. She slipped her hand back between them, pushing your underwear aside, and finally touching you in the way you have been aching for. Her fingers were cool and wet as they circled your clit, teasing you while her other hand moved up to gently cup your breast through your shirt. She rolled her nipple between her fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you moan loudly.

"That's it," she breathed, her voice rough with desire as she continued to stroke and tease you. "Keep moaning for me." Her free hand moved lower, parting your folds, her fingers sliding easily inside . She thrust her fingers in and out, in time with her circling thumb on your clit, as she watched your hips began to move in response.

"Chaeyoung... please..." you let out, as she increased the pressure , her fingers moving deeper inside of you . "I'm close..."

“Close already?” Chaeyoung teased, her voice laced with desire as she thrust her fingers harder inside of you , her thumb pressing harder against your clit.

“I think you can hold it for me baby”

"Oh, fuck, Chaeyoung ..." you whimpered, feeling the familiar tightness building in your core.

Chaeyoung smiled wickedly, her gaze locked down to you as she continued to stroke and tease you . "You wanted this, so take it princess ." Her fingers thrust deeper inside of you , curling to hit just the right spot, as her thumb circled and pressed harder against you.

You were so close, so close to feeling the release you have been craving all day. And she knew that . "Please, Chae..."

She smiled, her eyes burning with desire as she watched you struggle against the pleasure. "That's it, baby. You’re doing good. Just hold it for me."as she goes up to kiss you.

You couldn’t take it anymore, not with the way her fingers are hitting the right spot. It was all too much for you . "Chaeyoung, please..." you begged. "I can't... I'm going to..."

Chaeyoung smiled, watching you struggle. It’s something that she would love to see again and again . "That's it, princess . Let go. Give it all to me." Her other hand moved up, cupping your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between her fingers.

Your cries echoed through the room, as you met your orgasm. you clung onto chaeyoung as she continued to stroke you , her fingers moving slowly inside of you letting you ride down your orgasm.

Slowly she move up to kiss you . Chaeyoung's other hand moved up, cupping your breast, squeezing gently as she pinched her hardened nipple between her fingers.

“ you think we are done here princess? baby we only just begun.” Chaeyoung said walking to her dresser and pull out a strap . She walked back to you . carefully tying it around her waist, making sure it was just tight enough. She smiled before climbing on top of you . She lowered her hips and positioned herself over you , feeling the warmth from your body .

She line the strap against you as she drags the tip down slowly, teasing you before she finally enters.

You arch your back, letting out a moan as she begins to thrust inside you. Your fingers dig into her hips, feeling the muscles shift and flex beneath your touch. The friction is almost unbearable, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every time she thrusts, it's deeper, harder, like she's trying to consume you completely.

Chaeyoung leans down, her breath hot against your neck. "You're so tight, so perfect. I could do this all night." Her words send a shiver down your spine, and she responds by thrusting harder, faster. Her hips slap against yours, their rhythm growing more intense with each passing moment.

“ am I better than jihyun? Fucking you so hard , giving you what you want” Chaeyoung grunted as she continued to thrust into you , her hips moving faster and faster. the feeling cause you to look away.

“ look at me when I’m talking to you princess, I’m not going to ask you again .” Grabbing your chin, Chaeyoung forces you to meet her gaze. Her eyes narrow, and she gives you a challenging grin.

“ yes mommy, you are better than her. ." Looking back at her, as your fingers dig into Chaeyoung's back, leaving scratches as you arches your body further into each thrust.

“Good girl that’s what I want to hear.” Chaeyoung grunted as she continued to thrust. Her free hand reached down between their bodies, finding your clit, and began to rub circles around it. As your hips bucked up, meeting each thrust as you felt herself getting closer to the edge again. Making you grab Chaeyoung more tightly as her strap went deeper inside of you.

“ look at you . So needy for my strap like the desperate slut you are.” Chaeyoung growls, her hips slamming into you harder and faster. The pleasure coursing through you is almost too much to bear, and you feels the familiar tightening in your stomach, the impending release just seconds away.

Chaeyoung leans down, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "cum for me, Y/n." The words send a shiver through your already trembling body. Your hips buck wildly against Chaeyoung's thrusts, feeling the strap slide in and out of you with each movement. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming, and you feel yourself on the brink.

As your orgasm builds, Chaeyoung's thrusts become more frenzied, her hips slamming against you in a relentless rhythm. The strap inside you tightens, and you cries out as your body convulses with an intense, shuddering orgasm.

Chaeyoung slows down, her thrusts growing deeper and more deliberate as she feels your body trembling beneath hers. Her free hand cups your cheek, gently stroking her skin as she leans down to kiss you.

Pulling out the strap, Chaeyoung tosses it aside. You lie there, catching your breath, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body as she settles in beside you. She reaches out, tenderly tracing the lines of your face with a finger, as if committing every detail to memory.

“I like you, y/n. call off the friends with benefits with jihyun and be mine.” Chaeyoung whispers, her eyes locked on yours.

"I've liked you for a while now," she admits quietly, "but I wasn't sure if you felt the same. And when I heard about you and jihyun . It made me jealous, knowing that she could have this moment with you "

The air between you feels charged, electric. Your heart races as you stare into those deep brown eyes, trying to read the emotion behind them.

“I like you too chae”you manage to get out.

Chaeyoung's smile widens, and she leans in to kiss you again, more tenderly this time. Her lips are soft and warm against yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. As you pull away, you can't help but notice the way the dim light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over her skin, making her look even more beautiful than she already does.

You reach out, tracing a finger along her jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath your touch. " I didn't want to lose you as a friend. So I tried to brush my feelings away by being jihyun fuck buddy" you confess.

"But I think I could handle losing Jihyun if it meant being with you."

Chaeyoung's eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across her face. "You're sweet," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, she pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you, and you feel the warmth of her body against yours. You can't help but wonder what the future holds for you now that y’all had both finally admitted y’all feelings for each other.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 6 hours

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05/22-23/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Jes Tom; Watch party Reminders; Enby Gender Census; Fan Spotlight; Mermay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Hey crew, I've been kinda knocked out with work and life the last few days. Trying to catch up <3 Hope you all are hanging in. Sorry for the delay!

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad did a hat tip to our lovely friends Our Flag Means Sass on his Instagram

Source David Jenkins' Instagram

The speculation on what this is about is that the NBA will be moving from WBD to NBC, Amazon and ESPN.

= More Chaos Dad =

It's David's sister Tracy's birthday today! He sent out some goofy and fun love her way.

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

== Rhys Darby ==

Our Captain posted a very silly video these last couple days on The Cryptid Factor Patreon! This time, Rhys came up with a Musical Improve with the help of his son Finn and other members of Big Cow Band!

Note: You'll probably notice I'm not sharing images / content from Patreon, this is because the creators on Patreon have asked us not to, but also because we want to make sure they're being properly supported!

Wanna check it out? Visit The Cryptid Factor Patreon!

== Nathan Foad ==

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram

== VIco Ortiz ==

Vico's been busy! Getting some love from fans of The Diablo's Curse and getting some love from Jack <3

Source: Em Roar's Instagram Stories / Vico Ortiz' Instagram Stories

Also some new BTS on Vico's Patreon!

Wanna view the BTS? You can sign up for Vico's Patreon here.

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian just feeling cute today <3

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Jes Tom ==

Jess and Elliot out and about at the Hot Girl Summer Tour!

Source: Jes Tom's Instagram

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Dates: May 20 - 26, 2024 Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30 pm BST The #RhysDarbyFaction will be hosting OFMD Season 1 on the RDF Discord Server. Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Next week we'll be doing the same thing with Season 2 of OFMD

May 28-31 (we're skipping Memorial Day) Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Gender Census ==

Hey Non-Binary friends! There's a Gender Census going on by an independent researcher. If you're interested in filling it out, it's available thru Thursday 13th June 2024. Gender Census 2024

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast card by @melvisik is the lighthouse keeper that Ned Low was being a complete dick to!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= Colouring Pages =

More colouring pages from @patchworkpiratebear! For all you Izzy stans out there you'll love the first one! This would be a pretty damn cool coin! Tumblr - Indestructible Little Fucker / Lighthouse

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Another episode this week from Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time The Blackbeard Episode!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfictions Instagram

== Mer May ==

= Chlorallines =

Today we have a MerMay submission from an artist we haven't seen in fan spotlight before-- @chlorallines! Really beautiful work dear! I'm loving the bubbles and lighting, it feels so sad and hopeful at the same time!

Source: Chlorallines Tumblr

= ErosTheArist =

More submissions from @erostheartist for MerMay! Blind Man's Cove is particularly creepy! Love it! Day 15: Blind Man's Cove / Day 22: Gravy Basket

= Snejpowa =

Who needs one dagger when you could have ALLLLLL the daggars. Loving all the submissions today from @snejpowa! Day 22: Gravy Basket / Day 23: Dagger

= Spencer Does Artt =

Finally catching up with our crewmate SpencerDoesArtt's MerMay Submissions! I cannot get over the Izzy eyeballs, they kill me every time I look at them.

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== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! I hope you're hanging in there. We're getting to the end of the week, and it's a long weekend for a lot of folks in the U.S.! Hopefully you've got some downtime planned (no matter where you are), you deserve a break.

Tonight I wanted to send a reminder to try and give yourself some self care this weekend. I've been very bad about it this week and my body is finally telling me so, so here's some gentle reminders for you!

Remember to take your meds today!

Drink plenty of water! Yes I know tea is delicious but it can dehydrate you, so remember to drink some water too when you get a chance :)

Take a shower or a bath, you'll feel way better afterward!

Eat something yummy, and something healthy too! Give your body something it wants, it'll tell you what it is.

Make sure you get plenty of sleep, if you have an extra day off-- take advantage of that! Sleep can do wonders for your mental and physical health.

Try to laugh if you can-- watch something funny, read something funny, look up a terrible dad joke on the internet-- ask a friend for a laugh. Laughter can do so much for us and helping to release some of our fight or flight stressors.

You're doing great lovelies. I know it's been a lot lately, but you're really doing great. You've been working so hard, and you're making incremental progress towards your goals. I'm really proud of you. Remember to be proud of yourself too <3 You are such an amazing person, and you deserve to rest too.

Happy weekend all <3 See you on the flip side.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is eyes. Look at these two. Those eyes are so expressive.

Tonight's gifs courtesy of the delightful @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @ofmd-ann!

#ofmd daily recap #rhys darby #taika waititi #jes tom #kristian nairn #vico ortiz #nathan foad #david jenkins #chaos dad #gender census 2024 #ofmd bts s2 #ofmd bts

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pocketgalaxies · 13 hours

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hi! seeing you during all this ep95 mess has been a breath of fresh air. you seem to have a really firm grasp of canon so I wanted to ask what you think of the recent discord message from Liam where he says Orym didn't know that Laudna was under Delilah's influence when she killed Bor'dor? I watched the clip from 4SD, & it's pretty clear that Liam says Orym understood Laudna was opening the door for Delilah when he encouraged her to kill Bor'dor & even says "we'll need that." But the Discord message seems to walk that back. It's been super frustrating being accused of vilifying Orym or infantilizing Laudna for repeating what Liam himself said. I just don't really know how to reconcile these two statements from Liam & it has me a bit confused on Orym's character.

hi anon, thank you!

this turned into a much longer one than i was expecting dfksjdkfs

so last week i posted this Really Long Ask about the whole discussion, if you want to take a look. but i intentionally didn't bring up liam's discord message because you're right! it seemed contradictory to something that was stated in the past, which was confusing

honestly i think the most realistic answer is that liam probably didn't mean for what he said on 4SD to be understood as such a strong and maybe even polarizing character choice. i think a lot of us heard it as "orym sees delilah as a useful/necessary asset that outweighs what might happen to laudna afterward." particularly because he framed it as something that made the whole situation "even creepier," and during that same convo, marisha was emphasizing the psychological impact that killing bor'dor had on laudna. it's a strong stance and it reflects what orym is doing to himself (handing his endgame over to the questionably fickle nana morri to increase their chances of success against ludinus)

but i suppose liam's clarification suggests that he meant it in a softer, more practically level-headed way, like "orym knew he couldn't do a whole lot about delilah's return but he also thought it could have benefits," or something along those lines. they're obviously two hugely different interpretations with pretty big implications on how we understand orym's relationship with laudna

i'm not a connoisseur of orym's character by ANY means so i can't confidently tell you what the change might mean from a narrative perspective, but i personally still prefer the former stronger stance. because i think it raises interesting questions about how orym views his own place in this war and whether or not it's valid for him to (intentionally or subconsciously) project that placement onto the other party members. is it okay for orym to expect the same level of personal sacrifice from laudna, or imogen with predathos (a whole separate can of worms), or anyone else? is it safe? etc etc. but maybe liam doesn't want to go in that direction, or maybe he does but just not in the way we expect, i don't know! only time will tell!

also regardless of what he meant, i think it's important to acknowledge that it's really easy and completely understandable to feel like he was walking something back. that episode of 4SD was almost a whole year ago! many of us built that statement into our perception and understanding of orym's character for a long time, so it's totally valid to go "wait what the fuck???" when liam suddenly pops into the discord to say that's not what he meant. those feelings are valid and real! especially when discourse can already make you question your own intelligence and your personal interpretations of a story, having that pillar, as big or small as it might've been in your mind, knocked over can be really jarring. you are very much not alone in that, and it's okay!!

#hope this helps?#anonymous #ask #answered #critical role #cr fandom #cr negativity #cr meta #nova shh #for the record i think the wording of his discord message is super flimsy compared to what he said on 4SD #which only made it easier for me to feel like he was just sticking his nose in discourse to try and defend his character #which - during what was very clearly taking shape as an orym vs. laudna argument - made me feel like liam was shitting on my feelings #i'm OBVIOUSLY not saying that's what his intentions were but i can't logic my way out of my initial rage reaction to a discord screenshot #and it just illustrates the dangers of cast members directly involving themselves in fandom discourse #which i kinda thought the cast maybe wasn't ever ever gonna do again....after c1 reddit....after bowlgate.......etc.......#saying vaguely defensive stuff when two parts of a fandom are at each other's throats only adds fuel to the fire. it clears up fuck all #and it gives people more reasons to agree or disagree with each other and point to your vague-ass message as evidence #so really. not that you asked but. i really think he shouldn't have said it lmao. bc ppl got Even Nastier after he did #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's out there now! what can you do!

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mal3vol3nt · 3 days

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What are ur thoughts about natla Azula

they misunderstood her. like they fully missed the mark

natla azula is desperate, pathetically so, for ozai’s approval. she pushes herself beyond her limits, working extensively and acting out of line to prove to him that she’s valuable and better than zuko. they write her as a daughter who just wants her father’s approval and will do anything to keep him happy. and they got that part right but what they did get wrong about it, they got sooo wrong

cartoon azula is grounded by her father’s approval because she knows—or rather believes—that it’s the one thing she has secured. ozai groomed her into who she is in the show, made her believe that his “love” for her is the only real thing she’s ever experienced. cause her mother left suddenly, seemingly with no care for her, and zuko has always been jealous of her being a prodigy and would probably bring her down too if needed. he made her believe that she was the only person who never failed him, and that he has his entire faith in her to carry out his plans. azula is a severely mentally ill girl because of her father and the approval that’s already been established there. he used her natural talent as a crutch to separate her from everyone else (mom and brother included—tho both of their actions, particularly their mother’s, aided in this as well) so that she’d rely on him and him only. he created an environment in which her worth was based on the fact that she’s his favorite. so azula comes off as very self-assured and put together because she is grounded in the belief that she’s the one who her father favors and trusts—not zuko or their mother or anyone else. it’s not until this belief is shattered and ozai leaves—abandons—her to take care of the fire nation as firelord while he does his loser “phoenix king” shit that we see her start to crack. because now everything she thought she knew was starting to crumble: fear and oppressive domination didn’t keep mai and ty lee from betraying her, and her constant work to earn her father’s love beyond his mere approval of her failed. because at the end of the day, despite being bestowed the title she’s always wanted, her father is still above her. the whole “phoenix king” bullshit just added another barrier between them and it proved that no matter what she did she would never ever be his equal. she was never going to be his equal and he knew that from that start. she was never his ally—she was his pawn. and that realization crushes her, sets her on a downward spiral

in natla she is practically crawling for his approval, wearing her heart on her sleeve in a way that is so unlike azula it’s uncanny. and while the insecurities she displays are accurate, it’s not azula. her trauma is so misrepresented and misunderstood in the live action, and it feels like they’re setting her up for a copy of zuko’s arc tho i doubt they’ll go through with that path. so it’ll just end up with azula’s character feeling even more unfulfilled and confused, because the writers are clearly confused about who azula is and why she is the way she is

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Skyjacks: Legends

or, three times jonnit kessler met gods

The first time Jonnit Kessler saw a god, he was 10 years old, and his neighbor was very sick.

He didn't know it was a god at first- he certainly didn't look like one. He was thin, lanky, with short whitish hair and a gaunt face and bulging brown eyes. The shadows cast in his face by his white cloak made him look ghoulish, yes, but not particularly holy.

“Hello,” He called, lifting a hand in a wave. “You here to visit Miss Rosa?”

The man paused, blinking at him. “I- I- mmm… Yes.”

“That's good,” Jonnit smiled. “She could use the company.”

The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Right.”

“Okay, I'll let you do that, then.”

Two days later, the coroners came to get her body. Jonnit watched them carry her out with wide eyes. She’d been dead for a little over a day and a half, apparently. Since the man showed up.

Come to think of it, he’d never seen the man leave.

The second time Jonnit saw a god, he was at the market with his father, 13 years old, and he had no idea what to do with the eye that had appeared on his forehead a little over a week ago. He was trailing behind his father, headband over his third eye, watching the people run around, hawking wares and shouting and bargaining.

And then he saw a crowd gathered around a low table, and two men playing cards. This was nothing unusual, the market was a common meeting place for card players. However, the closer he got, the stranger he felt. A wave of emotion, an emotion he couldn't name, washed over him, and he paused to gasp.

His father didn't notice as he pressed onwards into the crowd, fighting his way closer to the game.

Two men sat across from each other, a game of Illimat happening between them. One was leaning forward, visibly sweating, teeth clenched, but the other lounged back in his seat, sharp black eyes evenly scanning his cards without a care in the world.

Finally, he smiled, picked a card from his hand, placed it down, and chuckled. “Good game.”

The man across from him froze, before howling in rage. “You can't- you cheated, you must have! I know it!”

The silver haired man held up his hands in a playful surrender, his sleeves sliding back to reveal dozens of watches on his wrists. “I don't know what you mean, this was all fair and legal.”

The loser shrieked, jumping at him, but the men in the crowd lunged forward, hauling him off, nervous whispers among them.

Jonnit watched curiously as the man flashed a grin, raising his hand. “Anyone else care to play?”

The crowd fell silent. Someone murmured something about fae tricks, and the man's impossibly dark eyes shot to them, his grin going almost snarl-like.

“I'll play,” Jonnit called. “I'm not super good, though, you gotta go easy on me.”

“I'm afraid I don't do that, little man,” The man said, his smile returning full force. “Come, sit.”

Jonnit sat.

Illimat was a complicated game, and Jonnit really was not a good player, but as the game went on, whispers began to snake through the crowd. At one point, Jonnit played a card and the man let out a surprised laugh, and someone in the group let out a gasp.

And then, a round or two later, it was over.

“Nice game,” Jonnit beamed, extending a hand to shake with the man. “I thought you weren't gonna go easy on me, though?”

“I didn't,” The man said, calmly wrapping his hand around Jonnit's. “That was something else, kid.”

“Jonnit!” Jonnit's father called. “We need to get home!”

Jonnit sprung to his feet, giving the man a quick bow before darting away, not even noticing the small token tucked in his palm until he had reached the wagon and started homeward.

The third time he met a god, he was fifteen, and the Uhuru was sinking.

Not very quickly- Spit was desperately shoveling coal into the furnace while the fighting raged on around them, but they were going down.

They'd made the mistake of trying to raid the Civility, a ship that was by far out of their reach, and they were paying the price.

Captain Orimar let out a hollar as his shoulder was clipped by a knife, swinging a mighty fist and catching the attacker in the jaw, breaking it in one blow, and Jonnit felt a wave of respect and awe rush through him.

It was dark, and the deck was poorly lit, but Jonnit's eyes were sharp, so when a shadow darted between the sails and ropes and mast, he noticed.

Nodoze noticed too.

“Captain!” He yelled. “They’re here.”

Jonnit knew what that meant.

The Angel of War, a terrible being who rode a griffin into battle and stood twenty feet tall. They were here, and they would kill anyone else who was here.

The crew began stumbling towards the stairs to the lower deck, but Jonnit's foot caught on a rope and he tripped, falling hard, his head slamming into his arm. He screamed as the bone cracked.

A pair of boots appeared before him, and he craned his head back to blearily look at the man before him.

The man raised a hook, and Jonnit let his head fall again.

When he woke up, he was in a soft bed, tucked in up to his chin. Faintly, he heard music and cheering and clapping, and his arm was in a sling.

He felt… well, he felt fine.

In the corner, wrapped in gauzy white fabric, sat a figure. When Jonnit sat up with a groan, a single shining brown eye cracked open.

It was the man from Miss Rosa's house. Jonnit didn't know how he recognized him, after all these years, but he knew it, he knew it had to be.

“Don't - don't - don't move,” The man said, calmly despite the stammer. “You've got- uh- a concussion and a broken arm. You need- mm- time to h-heal.”

Jonnit blinked slowly. “Am I dead?”

The man tilted his head. “Wh-wh-what? No.”

“Oh,” He frowned. “But the Angel of War…?”

The door swung open and a massive person stepped in, a raven on their shoulder. “Dref, we brought you ale- oh, he's awake.”

“Hi,” Jonnit said, feeling silly. “I'm Jonnit.”

“Gable,” They smiled politely, sticking out their hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you. You had a nasty fall on the ship, I saw.”

“Wait,” Jonnit said, pulling his hand back right as it brushed their impossibly cool palm. “You're the Angel, aren't you?”

Gable paused, their face twisting. “Where'd you hear that title?”

“Is that not what you are? An angel that became a god? A god of war?”

“I- oh, I'm not a god. I'm a former angel, yes, but- these two are more god-like than me.”

“Yes, well,” The raven suddenly said. “That's not saying much. Dref and I… well… I’m essentially as holy as you get.”

Gable swatted at it and it fluttered to land on the headboard.

“Your voice… I remember you,” Jonnit realized. “You were the Illimat player in the market who gave me that coin thing!”

“My token, yes,” The bird said, a smile in his voice. “Basically, if you were ever to need me, I would be able to find you with that. You're welcome.”

“Is that how you guys saved me?” Jonnit asked, awed. “You could tell I was in danger and brought me… wherever this is?”

“Port Rådjurshjärta.” Gable said.

“That's dozens of miles off course- how long was I out?”

“A few hours,” The pale man, Dref, said. “Travis helped guide your crew here.”

“I'm a different bird,” The raven, Travis, said, a grin audible in his voice. Some sort of inside joke? “We'll be leaving in the morning since you're up, just wanted to make sure you were fine.”

“You guys… you guys are gods, or something, right? The god of death, the god of war and the god of luck,” Jonnit snapped his fingers. “I've heard of you guys.”

“No, we're not g-” Gable said, but Travis spread his wings, posturing proudly.

“We are, in fact, gods, yes,” He posed for a second, then tilted his head. “You better remember this day, kid. It's probably the only time you'll ever get the privilege to see us again.”

The next day, as the crew packed up, Jonnit searched the crowd for the gods. Everyone there knew the gods had been there- Nodoze especially seemed to be searching- but no one could say where they went.

Jonnit approached the man as they sailed off, tugging his sleeve as he worked. “You met them, didn’t you? You met the gods too?”

“I did,” Nodoze said, solemnly. “I saw the Angel.”

“They’re so cool, aren’t they?”

The man fell silent, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. He swiped it away, leaning on the railing of the ship, watching the land retreat.

“They are.” He murmured, softly, and Jonnit felt like he was missing something very important.

Secretly, as he gazed at the sea far far below, he promised to himself he would see the gods again, and would repay them for all they'd done for him.

#kenan's writing #skyjacks #jonnit kessler #dref wormwood #travis matagot #gable skyjacks

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