“hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
warnings: none.
note: a good ole’ surprise fic that I wrote in a couple of hours since his video is now a viral TikTok sound 😂. support the page any way you can girlies 😘 like, comment and reblog. this was supposed to be less than a thousand words 🫠.
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It has been two and a half hours since you arrived at the event.
For some reason, the promotors really wanted you to come so they went out of their way of booking you a flight from your city to Sacramento and booking you a very suite at the Kimpton Sawyer Hotel. They had even offered to hire you a private driver but even, a woman who often didn’t say no to free things, declined the offer.
Instead, you had messaged some of your friends who were in the local area who had informed you that they were attending the event so you joined them. The event was a pretty successful one for the community. Celebrities and influencers alike would come from near and far to attend because of the safe environment it had cultured due to their strict rules. The event was a space for lovers and to find lovers, consent was heavily promoted and had security constantly surveying the space and the biggest thing you loved when the flyer was sent to you was the insistence to use your phone less and just be present in the moment.
The event, SweetOne, was working to bring back the clubbing culture of the old days with their own modern twist to it. An event where egos were left at the door and people met each other on a human level to connect. You were enticed by that (the $13,000 check for your promotion to your 8.9 million audience and appearance for the night was also a little push.)
So here you were, engrossed within the atmosphere as your body swayed to Body Party by Ciara as your friends cheered you on. The liquor had sunk deep into your veins and you were really letting loose for the first time in a long time. Your sultry black and gold mini halter dress sat on your curves, adding onto the sensuality of your impromptu performance. The bangs of your curled silk press fell over your eyes like a curtain as you sang along to the erotic lyrics.
“Woooo! You go girl!” Your friend, Nikki cheered you on as she recorded you. You turned around and held onto the bars that had been a supporting act to your dance. With your hands on either side of you, your hips swayed side to side.
“My body is calling you.” You sang as your eyes opened and by chance, met the ones that had been tracking your movements all night. Behind the brim of his cup, he was intently watching you with a dark glint in his eyes that amused you.
Your glossed lips curled into a smirk as you turned away from the handsome man and then you brought your performance to a close with your friends shouting for an encore.
“Next performance comes with a charge.” You winked at them as you stepped away from the edge of the section.
When you sat down, you couldn’t shake the vision of him watching you. He was a sight, himself. Chocolate brown skin with dark freckles scattered across his cheeks, a neatly trimmed anchor style beard sitting on the sharpest jawline you’d ever seen with your own eyes. It was too dim to see his haircut but you knew that his hair was short. You were also digging the way that was dressed. The light grey sweater snuggly fit around his long torso, highlighting his muscles.
The thing that captured your attention the most were his naturally pink tainted lips, that he seemed to lick very often. God, you were smitten and you had not shared one word with the man.
“Excuse me?” Your attention was called out of your thoughts and you snapped up to meet the eye contact of a server.
“Yes?” You enquired.
“The gentleman from across the room bought you this drink as a thank you for the performance.” The server said. Your cheeks warmly flushed before you scanned the room and met his eyes yet again. He slightly nodded his head and gave you a slight wink. You turned back to the server with a smile.
“Can you go back to the gentleman and tell him I’ll humbly accept his thanks if he brings the drink himself.”
The server smiled, nodded and then left. You eyeballed them as they walked across the room and back to him. They spoke, he bent down to get closer to hear the server speak. He was tall … even more interesting.
Then, he took the drink from the tray and began walking towards where you were. You took a deep breath as his height became more apparent.
“Hi.” The richness of his deep voice vibrated through you and settled in the pit of your stomach. You were fucked - you were a sucker for a good voice.
“Hi.” You breathlessly smiled up at him as you crossed your legs, putting your carved legs on display to his ravenous eyes.
“You said you wouldn’t accept this drink unless I brought it myself.”
“Mhm.” You nodded your head as you held eye contact, hoping to not let your attraction seep into your actions. “We’ve been tip-toeing around each other for most of the night. Someone had to make a move.”
He grinned and his white teeth shone at you. “I’m a little disheartened that it had to be you to make a move but I like your boldness. I like it a lot.”
“So, sit with me then.” You scooted a bit to the side, opening a space beside yourself. He placed the drink on the table in front of you and then sat down. That’s when you truly took in the beauty of this man. From his full yet neat eyebrows, his tapered sides and most importantly, just how pink his lips were up close.
“That was quite the performance you put.” He commented. And despite the shyness threatening to grip your senses, you rolled your eyes - downplaying the intention of your actions.
“It was nothing. I was just feeling the music that’s all.” You shrugged your shoulders as you reached for the drink he had purchased for you - a French 75.
“Your sentence seems to imply that you could do more than what you gave right now.” His eyebrow inquisitively raised up.
“Well, we’d need to at least be exclusive for that kind of performance.” You boldly stated as your body turned with your legs leaning towards his body. He let out a one syllable laugh as his head fell backwards. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The length of his neck would be perfect beneath your fingers …
“So how do we get to that stage then?” He brought his head forward and turned to face you.
“Well, you can start by telling me your name.” He brought his hand forward, outreached for you to shake.
“Hi, I’m Keith. Nice to meet you.” You took his hand into yours and you couldn’t help but notice the difference and a shiver ran down your spine.
“Nice to meet you Keith. I’m YN.” You replied as you gazed upon his face. As he met your stare, the dark glint of desire was back with a touch of promise for more in them …
And your body and mind would be readily accepting of that.
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I feel like every time there is a twitter post sharing information about the dangers of puberty blockers, the comment section is just full of men using every possible bad argument there is to support them. Sure, there are probably some women there as well, but they seem to be drowned by the number of men. Only other trans topic that 'cis men' seem to be this invested into is when there is a socially acceptable opportunity to abuse women aka 'terfs'.
I think it is suspicious as fuck that so many adult men are so supportive of stunting children's physical and psychological growth.
Just after I peaked, I argued with a man who refused to believe children could not consent to hormone blockers. He accused me of "infantilising children" and claimed "some children are more mature than it seems". Back then, I thought he was just an idiot, but now I wonder what he had on his hard drive.
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I know the party hasn’t been great about having actual open conversations about everything happening to them but I feel like it’d be truly wild for there not to be a discussion at least between Fearne and Ashton before they dive into embuing one of them with the shard.
Fearne came off as mildly disinterested to unsettled and confused by the idea of embracing the shard, possibly because she doesn’t want to “impose” but also possibly because she genuinely hasn’t given it sincere consideration yet. Ashton seems almost equally as unsure about the situation and is just leaning into the idea that Rau’shan and Ka’mort having been two partners must mean they need two paired vessels, especially with the insistence of the rest of the party.
I’d really like to see those two unpack how they themselves are actually feeling and what they actually want.
Cuz at the end of the day I can absolutely see Fearne talking it out and deciding it IS what she wants, or maybe not something she wants but something she still feels she needs to do. But it also makes sense that she might not want to take the plunge or has her own opinions about how she thinks they should be going about it. Especially considering the fact that no matter who takes the shard there are serious risks and fundamental changes associated.
Basically I’m desperate to hear Fearne flesh out her thoughts on the situation. Since at this point it seems her mindset has been focused entirely on how to help the rest of the group. Which is very kind of her but also this is a serious life changing thing that will directly impact HER and she should get to process that and come to her own decision if she hasn’t already
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