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kirbyystar · 7 months

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soft giyuu - headcanon

character: Giyu Tomioka

reader: fem!reader

A/n: Hello hello readers! As said before, I decided to write Giyu this time :) Please note this is purely my thoughts on Giyu, you may or may not agree, but that's okay! The next post will most likely be next week on Friday.

Purely fluff and soft! kinda

warning: mention of periods. pads. curse words. in case u aren't comfy reading as such :3

Giyu. Oh, Giyu. ‎ Just imagine Giyu being so gentle with you. ‎ He's a gentleman fr. ‎‎‎ he knows how to treat you right. ‎‎ memorized all your favorite places. ‎ Giyu, who'll wake you up with kisses on your head, his arms wrapped tightly around you just to stay longer in bed with him. ‎ He adores everything about you, your features, your personality, and you as a person. ‎ Despite his cold appearance, he isn't the loudest at love but it's just perfect. ‎‎ Acts of service is def his love language. He knows you so well. ‎ He doesn't have to overlook to know something is wrong, he immediately knows. frankly, its almost scary. but he just wants to make sure you're alright. ‎‎ he tends to do the smallest things that makes your heart do flips. ‎ he likes to keep all the things you give, whether that be A ROCK. a bracelet? hes wearing it. a hair tie? hes using it. a note? hes keeping it.‎‎ ‎ he doesn't know why, or how he's gotten so attached to you. ‎‎‎ There's something about you he can't get enough of. It's probably the way you treat him, like a normal human being. Not everyone can be so kind to Tomioka. You're just one of the few he can actually be himself. ‎ He's a listener than a talker. You guys can sit and talk for hours and he would honestly want more time to talk with you. He can never get tired of you. ‎ Giyu loves when you rest your head on his shoulders. He'll take your hand in his, holding it as he listens to your voice. All the stories you'll tell him. He doesn't open up as you thought, but he can still give you advice or even tell his own stories. ‎ He's your best friend, boyfriend, husband, Giyu is the whole package tbh.

definitely sees you as his future wife.

he wants to see you in a white dress, walking down the aisle as he promises to himself to protect you.

he wants a family with you, only just one tho lol.

one mini you or him, he doesn't mind.

tho if he really had to choose, he'd want a baby girl.

loves to stay up at night to have convos with you.

not much of a public affection type, but he'll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you.

he loves hugs from the waist.

trapping you in his arms is his playful side

he doesn't show his playful as much- but he's a tease.

his texts are quite boring and blunt.

"Ok love."

"When are you coming?"

"I got what you asked for. :)"

his msgs are obvi always capitalized and he'll use punctuation

yes i see giyu messaging like that, do you not?

Y/n and Giyu Conversations through text.

y/n: hey baby, are we still going to kyojuros party? Giyu: Yes. y/n: alright. can you pick up pads for me at the store? *read 1:36pm* ... y/n: baby? Giyu: Yes, sorry. I'll get you pads. y/n: great :D see you soon!

Giyu set his phone down his desk. He only needed 20-ish more minutes before he can clock out. He didn't respond to your message for a good 2 minutes because, what are pads? He looked around his surroundings, making sure no one was looking. With so, he went onto google to search 'pads.' He'll admit, you occasionally bring up being on your period every month but he didn't want to question the whole process so he left it at that. But now he had to go buy some.. pads? Oh his cheeks were clearly a light shade of pink, embarrassed he even had to search up such a thing. Nonetheless, he knew if he did this once it wouldn't be such nerve-racking. He'll know the next time.

"Oh Tomioka, DO NOT get those." a voice behind his ear scoffed, Giyu turned to see a smirk forming on his lips.

"What?" He questioned the other, "I said don't get those. The ones you're looking at are far too big. Look, it says overnight." Giyu turned his back at his phone and realized, 'fuck.'

"Well.. I don't know what size she is.."

A loud laugh left the other boy lips. "SIZE? You're joking Tomio. C'mon you been with y/n for how long and you still haven't bought her pads?" Giyus head shook, he quickly realized that this is something he should know. After all, he listens to you complain how uncomfortable it is sometimes. "No Sanemi. I have not. Care to help since you know so much?"

Sanemi shook his head with a wide grin at the foolish boy. "Nope. I would love to see you get this wrong."

Giyu rolled his eyes and turned the opposite side to continue scrolling, he just sighed. He only needed 10 more minutes and he can just make a quick stop at the store to buy you what you asked.

His shift was over, it was time. Time to buy pads.

Y/n: Hey baby, can you get the overnight ones too if you can? Giyu: Of course. See you soon.

He shoved his phone in his pocket, tugging at his tie in nervousness. He was infront of what seem to endless counts of pads. He read each one he can carefully. Soon enough, he found a pack he recalled he might've seen once at home. It was risky but he grabbed it. Along with the one he saw online, the overnight ones. 'It'll do.'

Giyu: On my way love. Y/n: I made dinner before we leave for tonight's party. :))

Giyu thumbs up the message and drove off back home. To you, where he can sigh in relief he managed to buy you pads. In hopes he didn't fuck up. Through the whole car ride, he swore he'd listen to you explain what the fuck pads, a period, everything! he cursed under his breath as he thought of what Sanemi told him earlier, "That damn asshole."

he comes home with a bag, placing it on the table and calling out your name.

you knew what you did. purposely sent him out to buy pads knowing he knew NOTHING of it.

while he was worried, you were clearly in excitement to see what he bought.

To your surprise- he bought both of what you use.

You hug and thank him, that was all he need to sigh a relief.

He managed to do it all himself without the help of his annoying coworker.

He plants a kiss on your head and whispers, "lets go get ready love."

With that, you both arrived at Kyojuros party. :)

divider: cafekitsune.

Thank you for reading my story! I thought this was such a silly idea and decided to write it lol

#giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #kny giyuu #giyu #giyuu x y/n #demon slayer giyuu #writing #headcanon #blog #kny #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #hashira #kny x reader #writers on tumblr #new beginnings #i hope you all enjoy!#this was too funny #demon slayer got me wrapped around its finger istg

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subwaytostardew · 5 months

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Can we see some Ingo daily dialogue as well? And personally, for me, I enjoy seeing the boys have longer dialogue, makes them feel more real.

I'm glad at least some people don't mind about the long dialogue stuff. (Especially since... Ingo takes up almost two-thirds of the daily dialogue document... with his walls of text.) They also have some questions that lengthen the document.

But of course here is some Ingo daily dialogue (and some marriage). Thylak mostly handles Emmet's stuff while I handle Ingo's - of course I go through both of them and making sure that it stays in character - sometimes Thylak goes through dialogue and puts in more train terms that I may have missed. (Or fix my grammatical errors.....) Or even to add dialogue that draws from his experience of being a sibling. (I'm sadly an only child..... ;-;)

@ = Code for Farmer/Player

◁ Station Stewardess Kade

▲ Ingo's Regular Daily Dialogue ▲

"While I do have a tendency to become tunnel-visioned, I unfortunately also find myself becoming easily sidetracked as well... I'm always so overwhelmed with the different possible routes to depart on, that I forget to switch back to the destination I was set towards earlier! Thankfully, Emmet is often by my side to keep me in check! I don't know what would happen if I were to be without him... I'd forget about everything!"

"I am actually quite fond of rock climbing! Had I not known of the joys of railway transit, I would have dedicated myself towards scaling perilous heights! It's all so thrilling! If you would ever like to link together as a two-car train, I would love to be able to guide you on the journey upwards to greater heights!"

"@, it’s good to see you today! Perhaps you could assist me by being on the lookout. You see, two young children- Jas and Vincent- have been rather curious about what myself, Emmet, and our Pokémon have been conducting here on the Railroad! I often find them trying to hide between some of the barrels over by the Bathhouse. You see, this poses a safety concern... The Railroad, in the state of disrepair it is in, is not an ideal place for unsupervised children! I doubt that their guardians will take too kindly to us if anything were to happen to them around the said area. Though, I’m glad that they are not afraid of us and are kind enough to come to visit and say hello. They are quite curious, often asking myself and Emmet a heavy load of questions... mostly pertaining to our Pokémon and sometimes trains that run on the tracks! If you see them around, do let myself or Emmet know, so we can ensure that they follow all safety procedures here on the Railroad!"

"Ghuugh… Ah! I did not see you there. Pardon me for sounding so displeased. It is not towards you! But rather… diverted towards the Joja Company Representative, Morris. He has decided to claim our clearing of the railway’s path as his own through an abhorrent letter. Which, has left my cab as well as Haxorus’ feeling… troubled. But- nonetheless, Emmet and I have a considerable task ahead- to reach our destination in repairing the station! Being derailed over a silly letter will not get the work done. Oh dear… where is Emmet? He better not be deciding to face Morris. That would be less than ideal… there are better ways to deal with a disgruntled passenger."

"Last night was Emmet's turn to prepare dinner! Please take this, Emmet wanted you to have it but... he has his apprehensions when it comes to intermingling with others himself. [Ingo gives the farmer Spaghetti] He assumed that the best track to set forth on was to transfer the rations over to me to distribute during my departures from the station. Of course, I tried my best to provide assistance as well- especially since he was conducting an extra large portion this time around! Emmet had the thought that perhaps people would respond more positively to gift giving! I suppose this was his way of assisting me in improving passenger relations. We had spaghetti, one of the first meals he learned how to prepare and that we both agreed on! Contrary to the reasonable assumption that he would dislike such a dish, as it would stain his clothing, it holds special significance to him! I remember when Emmet was first learning to cook... his elation at finally receiving such an enthusiastic response sent him off the rails! Bravo! After his first win, he proceeded to make a new pot of spaghetti for every night that week, rushing full speed ahead towards the height of that destination! As you may have noticed, Emmet finds comfort in repetition... the same applies to dietary intake as it does for winning, winning, and more winning! Personally, I wasn't too bothered by how frequently he conducted us to eat spaghetti- supportive even! I made stops to pick up more groceries to fuel Emmet!- but... Uncle Drayden halted him in his tracks before another Monday could pass. Though he expressed appreciation for our enthusiasm, we had to endure yet another long lecture on how growth and change cannot be achieved with a stagnating routine... Nonetheless, spaghetti is one of the meals we are known to prepare well, so I do hope you enjoy it!"

"I know you must be tired of the constant reminders- but if you must persist- please don't forget to conduct your safety checks before continuing upon your tracks into the mines! I hope that my own persistence doesn't discourage you from being open about your various endeavors- as dangerous as they may be. You worry me sometimes... It brings me solace to at the very least receive warning in the case of disaster. I hope you understand that I am more than willing to be of any assistance you may need, especially if that is to prevent any potential tragedies upon the horizon. My service is not limited to your expeditions in the mines either. Please know that you are more than welcome to request my company for anything! I am always here to ensure you have a safe, fulfilling, and thorough journey on the express train of 'Life', my dear passenger."

▲ Ingo's Marriage Daily Dialogue ▲

"Please remind me to wake up early tomorrow, dearest. I do not want to miss the morning safety checks with Emmet. Back home, we tended to be a bit late due to my cab refusing to start its engine for the day, causing a delay in schedule. I just don’t seem to do well in the mornings...."

"Chandelure’s flames bring a sense of calm within the late hours of the evening.... Some have said they become uneasy with the glow of a Ghost Pokémon. I think it fits just right. A cozy blanket.... A book or two to read- or even a movie to unwind as well! Doesn’t that sound nice, dear? Perhaps we can watch a movie or two before we head to our last scheduled stop for the day! We could watch a train or Pokémon documentary? Or perhaps one of your favorites? I always enjoy learning about what you like!"

"I hope you don’t mind me conducting some battle training. It is important as a Subway Boss that I hone my skills in Pokémon Battles. I mostly do Single Battles, though Emmet has said that I should practice Double Battles to get a better understanding of our team’s potential combinations! I’ll be honest.... I think our team combinations are the best the way they are now! However, Emmet has a better understanding of the competitive battle scene than I do.... I tend to keep up on what new developments have been happening within the railway community! New trains and technology are being built everyday, and I want to ensure that the Battle Subway is in good condition, as well as the trains here at Camellia Station! @, perhaps you would like to learn? I could always lend you Excadrill or Garbador! They seem quite eager to grow closer to you. Pokémon Battles are a great way to forge bonds with your Pokémon, as well as your fellow trainers!"

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AS YOU CAN SEE... INGO TALKS A LOT. LOL. So I'm glad some people don't mind the long... text walls.

But here's some bonus dialogue that both Ingo and Emmet share. This is actually one of my favorite pieces.

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▲Ingo▲

"Aiming for even greater heights, achieving your ideal goal... The pursuit of ideals is a part of the Unova region’s culture. It is one end of a double-sided train, as it is related to the local legendary Pokémon, Zekrom. Drayden told Emmet and I this story when we were younger. I can tell it to you, @, if you are interested. However, I may not tell the tale as well as he has. It has been some time.....

A long time ago in Unova’s past, there was a legendary Dragon that was neither Zekrom nor Reshiram. The name has long been forgotten on these tracks- but everyone can agree that Zekrom and Reshiram came to be from this very dragon. The dragon had two partners. They were twin brothers who were usually proclaimed to be the heroes of Unova. The younger brother believed in his ideals, while the older brother believed in the whole hearted truth... This had caused their friend pain... and confusion. I could not imagine watching two of my best friends fight with no end.

I would not be able to choose a side... and that is what happened to the legendary dragon. It had split its tracks, becoming Zekrom and Reshiram! Zekrom decided to side with the younger twin, while Reshiram sided with the older twin. The fight ravaged the Unova region, hurting people and Pokémon alike. And even themselves... The twins soon realized that they were neither right nor wrong, and ceased the fighting. However- it was too late. The damage had already been done. I will be honest, hearing that story as a child- as well as being a twin- I had nightmares for months because of it. I was terrified of the idea that Emmet and I would end up in a fight and go on separate tracks, never to speak to each other again. I do not know what I would do without my younger twin! That is why I am open-minded when it comes to his feelings and thoughts on what he believes in! O-of course we fight... And we get on each other's nerves... But we always forgive one another at the end of the day! I’m glad that I have a twin brother like him. I would be lost on the tracks without him!"

▽Emmet▽

"The truth is verrrry important in Unova's cultures. It is related to the local legendary Pokémon - Reshiram! Drayden tells the story about Reshiram and Zekrom the best. I am Emmet. I can try to explain! Just for you, @!

A verry verrrry long time ago. There was a legendary dragon. This was not Reshiram or Zekrom. No one knows the name. They lost it. But Reshiram and Zekrom were that dragon!

However, there were twin brothers who shared the dragon. But they had verrry different tracks of opinions. The older twin wanted the 'truth'. The younger twin wanted 'ideals'. They fought. They had a verrry bad argument. They did not know that it caused their partner - the legendary dragon - pain. The dragon derailed. It split itself in half. They became Reshiram and Zekrom. Reshiram took the side of the older twin. Truth. Zekrom took the side of the younger twin. Ideals. The two dragons fought.... and it hurt the Unova region. It hurt the Pokémon. It hurt themselves. The twins realized that they both were neither right nor wrong. So they stopped fighting. They made up. But the damage had already been done to the station......

I am Emmet. The story taught me to be verrrry open minded about my twin brother's thoughts and feelings. I do not want to have a bad fight that would make us never speak to each other ever again. That would be bad and it would be verrrry lonely. I had nightmares as a kid due to that story. But Ingo was there..... he also had nightmares since he too would listen to the story with me.

I hope I explained it well. It is considered verrrry important history in Unova. Thank you for listening, @"

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Since Truth and Ideals is a major story plot in the Pokémon black and white games it makes sense to sprinkle in a bit of that duality... since well it's part of their culture.

Also out of all the npcs... Ingo talks the most. So uhh have fun with dialogue boxes LOL. And infodumps... and shenanigans

As of now, Emmet actually has 32 more lines than Ingo but Ingo's dialogue file is larger than Emmet's by 7 KB! So... Yup. Ingo can ramble. Emmet may speak more than a vanilla NPC, but it's nothing compared to Ingo. ▷ Thylak

#mail car connecting line #subway to stardew #Ingo #Ingo and Emmets daily dialog....#oh boy...#There's a lot we have to reorganize and add on #If you seen how our documents are layed out... oof #We have to reorganize. Conduct a checklist.

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ghostampede · 1 year

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"But just because I won't be here tomorrow doesn't mean I'm not here now. Can you acknowledge that I lived? That we lived?" - Aristos, the musical

Close your eyes for a second, sit with me and picture a scene for just a moment. A dark forest where two men sit, illuminated by the fire between them and the distant holy light by the three moons. In the four months that they’ve known each other, they’ve never sat so off centred as they do now. Deafened by the silence and blinded by the sight of each other’s wounds. Two men that shouldn’t be alive right now, but they are, and need to deal with that fact.

Wolfwood is seated on a log, one hand holding a flask by his lips, the other clutching his trusted bow in case of stagglers. He wasn’t a magical man, which became quite the issue in the world they lived in. He was fast with a blade and and so he survived. Barely each night, especially with the chaos he dealt with these days, but he did and he would continue to do so. He had to, especially if the sorcerer across from him wouldn’t make an effort as well.

Vash- the magic stampede, the human typhoon, the arcane renegade, the sorcerer in question- tapped his tinted fingers across his leg, covered in loose plain flabrics and a shredded red cloak. His eyes danced across the forest to avoid whatever he would seen when they fell back onto the archer. With the snap of two fingers, the markings across his body glowed brighter than the stars in the sky as he made leaves dance around them as an attempt at levity. They spiralled around the pair, causing red cloak to fly up. He shudders from the burst of wind before chucking to himself.

The blonde spares a glance at the archer, hoping to find a sigh of a smile at the very least. Instead, he is met with an intense glare, straight at the large shoddily bandaged gash seeping into his dark tunic. Wolfwood’s brows furrow deeper as he takes another swig, deep in thought and deeply unimpressed.

Vash hates it. The tense silence and angry looks. They both do. However, longer they avoid the smell of iron flooding their lungs for some semblance of peace, the worse it was get. Vash maneuvers his fingers into a delicate dance as he casts a spell of cloaking over them to hopefully make his next move safer. He breathes in the crisp air of the forest before speaking up.

“It looks a lot worse than it is, I promise,” he says gently, a lie to some degree but a start to the conversation nonetheless.

“You can’t keep saying that when I’m the one who has to bandage you up each night, Needles,” Wolfwood responds, downing the rest of flask and chucking it towards their stuff, piled away in the corner away from all fire and smoke but still in eyeshot if they needed to run. Wolfwood made sure of it, just like he did every night after seeing a half dead Vash bleed out again and again jn his arms. The visions kill him almost as much as seeing the other man dance around as if nothing was wrong when he comes to. If the archer didn’t know any better, he’d assume that needle-noggin over here had a deathwish.

Vash sheepishly smiles, all innocent and plastic and full of lies. He speaks up again, voice light as if he can’t feel how serious Wolfwood’s voice is in his own bones.“Well, we made it, didn’t we? We always have. There’s no point fussing over a light stab-“

He’s cut off before he can finish the thought.

“You’re not always gonna get lucky, Vash. What then? How do you expect me to silently smile and wave back at you after I watch you die each night in my arms? When I can never tell when you may not get up again?” Wolfwood hates how his voice trembles at the thought. He has killed millions of men and monsters, committed sins that made devils cry, pierced through magic with nothing more than an arrow and pure grit, yet the mere thought of losing the arcane angel in front of him was a greater weight than all if his guilt combined.

Vash is silent for a moment. His face unreadable as he looks down at his feet, before pushing himself up and taking seat next to the other man. They’re tucked together, eyes refocused to the fire in front on them as their knees press against each other. Vash still doesn’t even begin to open his mouth as he delicately glides his fingers across the leather fabric over Wolfwood’s knee, tracing invisible patterns as he ponders the best response. It’s a comforting action, warm even as small sparks bloom from Vash’s fingertips. Wolfwood still can’t bring himself to look at Vash, not yet, but he feels himself be pulled towards the force of the other man, like a moth to a flame.

After what feels like a cruel eternity, Vash pauses his movement, and opens his mounth to spesk.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll be more careful, Wolfwood, because we both know I can’t. Not when people are at risk and need to be saved,” Vash begins gently, feeling Nicholas tense underneath his touch, “But, I’m here right now, Nick. We both are. We lived, we might not tomorrow, but we did today. I can’t ask for anything else I would want more than to just live and exist with you, to enjoy it while I can because it could end any moment. Don’t you agree?”

Wolfwood finally turns towards the sorcerer. Vash’s eyes peer directly into his, wide and glowing and filled with more sincerity than the archer believes he deserves. He knows the other is trying, and this is the best he’s gonna get. He puts down the bow and brings his hands to rest on both sides of his face. Vash nestles into the touch like he needs it to survive. In his own eyes, it might as well be true.

Nicholas sighs, placing his forehead gently against Vash’s, before whispering so quietly nothing else in the universe could dare hear it

“You’re gonna be the death of me Tongari.”

Vash snorts, laughing loud and free before looping his own arms around the other man’s neck. Nicholas would never admit it out loud, be thinks he would get drunk on the sound if he could.

Vash doesn’t say anything as he pulls Wolfwood into a soft kiss. It’s chaste and short but It says everything he needs to communicate in one short moment. ‘Thank you. You’re the light of my life. I’m sorry I won’t stop dying. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere right now. I’m with you right now. I love you.’

They pull apart far too soon, Wolfwood nearly stumbling forward to follow the kiss. Vash giggles again and Wolfwood thinks it was worth it. They sit in peaceful silence for a moment longer, trying to soak up the moment before it ends and they are thrust back into reality.

And then it does, and they pull apart to head towards their things for bed. They slip into their sleeping bags, only Vash actually planning to sleep as Nicholas holds his loaded bow in hand away from him, always thinking about the future and never finding peace with the present. But as he thinks back to their conversation just now, he places down the bow once more and instead crawling into the sheets next to the blonde angel. Vash wraps his arms around Wolfwood and for once he can ignore the feeling of death haunting their every move go focus on the fact that they are alive. For once, that alone is enough.

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katherinasells3 · 3 months

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Newspaper Headlines: 'Putin The Pariah' And Asteroid Strike

3. The quantity three level is legislation enforcement. The primary is what you need to build your ways around. If it does come all the way down to a crisis the place the SWAT workforce actually has to enter a construction or a automotive or one thing like that, it's vital to get to those hostages earlier than they get injured. If the suspect will get in the best way of doing that, which does occur, then that particular person will be handled in the extent through which that person has risen to. If a workforce can get in and can get the hostages out without having to deal with the suspect, then that’s a victory. A SWAT group can all the time deal with somebody in the house by themselves. They can take their time on that, however, there could also be elements affecting the duration. Weather or local weather may be a factor. A SWAT operator in southern California where it never gets below a sure diploma has much more time. Some man in Wisconsin that’s a SWAT operator coping with 20 under zero temperatures has to construct their tactics round that. What Law Enforcement Job is true for Me? What is a Physical Agility Test?

"No child should ever die because a police officer or anybody else mistakes a toy gun for a real weapon," Boxer mentioned in a information launch at the time. The bill stalled in committee. Twelve states and the District and Puerto Rico have banned the guns or imposed restrictions on their use, in line with the National Conference of State Legislatures. Within the District, real looking-wanting toy or air-powered guns can't be possessed in public. In 2012, , Washington, D.C., police seized about 450 imitation guns, according to the most recent information available. Baltimore’s City Council this month passed the same ban, responding to an April taking pictures and wounding by police of a 14-12 months-previous carrying a BB gun. In 2015, Boston outlawed imitation firearms in public. The legislation permits police to confiscate those guns, and they have seized 139 this year. Boston Police Commissioner William Evans stated if a facsimile gun has been used in a crime, police will charge a suspect with possession of an actual gun.

We can't improve a weakening financial system within the face of rising waters, famines, and the attainable want for mass migration away from coastal areas. Honestly, I’m undecided about the future; I’m confident of exponential advances in know-how, medicine, and more, but I'm fearful about the way forward for our planet’s environment, political local weather, wars, and poverty. After all, I can’t predict the future, however I might say that I've blended feelings of it. Although there's hope for the longer term, with all the dangerous going around on this planet seemingly on a regular basis, it can be hard to regard the longer term in an optimistic mild. After all, advancements in science, expertise, and medicine are increasing drastically which has many benefits… However, there are numerous negatives that additionally arise with the increase in expertise. Children are capable of entry the web at a younger age, which could cause plenty of harm. As Lorraine Nduta said, "The worst part of being a younger person is social media.

Matthews would spend 5 years in prison within the 1980s on robbery convictions. Released early in recognition of his work in opposition to gangs within the penitentiary, he has continued that effort within the a long time since. This month, in response to the Cleveland shooting, Matthews is main toy Orbi Gun smash-ups and buybacks at state capitols across the South, and he’s organizing a boycott of shops that promote BB guns. "I’d be a fool to think we’re going to get rid of toy guns on this violent society," he says, "but they serve no objective. Matthews is under no illusion that any amount of parental resolve will cure boys of their passion for guns. "Kids will nonetheless shoot," he says. "This isn't any panacea. But mother and father have to be a trumpet to start the means of eliminating them. We’re up towards the NRA, the manufacturers, mother and father who say it’s nothing unhealthy. Police in Illinois last week confiscated a lime-inexperienced and cherry-pink Super Soaker and a equally colored toy pistol, both of which had been transformed into working firearms.

Some manufacturers fought the orange-tip requirement, designed as a sign to police that a gun is just a toy, "because it delegitimized the enchantment of their product," he says. Toy gun sales soared after each world war. When gangsters became a staple of Hollywood films in the ’30s, gangster guns became common toys. Cap guns blew by way of gross sales information in the ’40s, thanks in part to the Lone Ranger film serial. When science-fiction became a staple on the moviehouse and on early Tv, Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon ray-guns nudged aside Tommy guns. But even within the golden years of the toy gun trade, there have been indicators of social unease. Within the ’30s, mothers’ movements tossed toy guns onto bonfires to protest the notion of constructing toys just like the weapons gangsters used towards police. "This was a classic ethical panic," Cross says. New York City has banned black, blue and silver toy guns since 1955. In recent times, towns and cities in a number of states have passed outright bans, or supplied to buy toys again from the citizenry.

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muavenusphoenix · 8 months

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If you didn't get the memo, now you knowwww, hoe beau(s)...

Tis only when I've become emotionally invested & vulnerable, will I retaliate. So, don't you dare play games with my heart. If I've so happened to drop my shield to shpiel my heart out, then best respect & be direct either which way. On the rare neurochemical oxytocin related occasion, do I overshare my Cups (Water sign suite in Tarot) of Love (attention/focus/energy). And if my burning desire / passion fire is not quenched by Cups of Love (which for me at the very least, is direct honesty of intentions) & becomes unrequited, then might as well call it Arson. Caused by Sekhmet ~ a principal protector & guide of mine. She breathes flames from the Sun, so all it takes is just one Eye of Ra lazy yawn to start a raging Maui "bon" fire, solar flare storm. Short lived, but rampant & deadly. So for anyone who is in a distorted narc vamp cowardly lion gaslightin' phase (which is sadly, all too common these days): BEST protect ya neck, cuz she is the twisted firestarter inspiration behind The Prodigy's song.

**MY ADVICE: Whether or not, you interpret her (or his, or any entity's) heart's confession declaration as a trivial, suspicious ruse ~ love bomb thirst trap... IF that cup of love is sincere 'n' pure, AND mishandled in return -- you are setting yourself up for judgement aka bad karma. This is why it is so important to be mindful when engaging with potential lovers. If someone gives you their truth, you must respond with your truth -- if you wish to be upstanding in the spiritual realm. Manipulation and/or misunderstandings cause the scales of justice to be imbalanced. If the feelings are mutual, then great. But if it's a nay or not sure, the most honorable way is the honest way say. Yeeah, it sucks when faced with a letdown (on both ends). I hate that I can be a heartbreaker. Nonetheless, I always speak my truth ~ be it good news or bad news. Cos in my opinion, nothing is more shameful than wasting other peoples' time. Now, if neither party asks nor knows, then ain’t no worries with respect to karma. But if faced with giving a definitive statement, the WORST thing one can do is gaslight, lie, and ghost (ghosting is super fucked, esp if you’ve already shared an intimate encounter). No one likes to be rejected. But I’d rather be flat out denied than to be strung along & fed crumbs. REMEMBER: “Rejection is God’s Protection”…Yeah, a small minority of fuck boys & bitches may respond with crazy when rejected. But it’s better the sooner done, am i right? The longer one entertains a toxic individual, the more entangled one becomes — making it extremely difficult & burdensome to cut & sever ties later on. Such situationships were more than likely formed via trauma bonding, sustained by toxic codependent behaviors. It’s always a good idea to make sure you’ve addressed & healed any childhood trauma before entering any sort of romantic situation (which is a tangent for another conversation).

All in all, I hope that I’ve imparted some useful information to y’all. We all fuck up. But it seriously blows my mind how common gaslighting & ghosting has become. Like its the norm. I recognize that fear plays a huge role. Just know INTEGRITY is the key, prize & prerequisite for establishing & maintaining any healthy and fulfilling relationship (including platonic).

#gaslighting #relationships #intimacy #honesty #truth #integrity #Sekhmet #justice #love #honor

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bish-plz-haha · 9 months

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Chapter 6

Ron placed his plate in the sink and looked over at his girlfriend. "What was that about, 'Mione?" Hermione looked over to him, eyes slightly hidden by curly hair.

"Well, I didn't exactly tell him the truth because that would only make it escalate quicker. Ron, that spell enhances feelings the longer its allowed to go on." Ron sent her a wide-eyed side-glance. "Not those kinds of feelings." She quipped. "But just feelings in general. Feelings that's already there. So, take them being the bickering children they always are and increase it ten fold. They're going to be impossible to be around." She told him. Ron only nodded in response and continued to rinse off the dishes.

"So what do we do?" Ron asked after a while of silence.

"Is there any way of you switching with him?" Ron shook his head. "Damn. Well, I'm sure that they'll be okay. I mean, the only way it could get worse between them is if it got to physical confrontation. And we both know how Harry is about that." She chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before saying goodnight and walking into their room.

Ron, however, was sat on the couch at 2 am, drilling over the information that his girlfriend had relayed to him. He knew she was right in not telling Harry about the long term effects. But nonetheless Ron felt his best friend should know at least something. So he made the decision to try and help his best friend as subtly as he could.

When lunch time on Monday rolled around, Ron stood from his desk of paperwork, slipped his robes off and made his way down the hall towards Harry's office. "Hey, you ready?" Ron asked as he slipped his head in through the cracked door but saw nothing. The room was empty. Ron closed the door softly and made his way towards the potions lab.

Ron walked towards the potions lab door, but stopped when he heard arguing.

"You're useless, Potter! How did you even make it past first year potions at Hogwarts?" Ron heard Malfoy say angrily. He expected Harry to have the same angry tone but his voice sounded light and held a hint of a smile when he responded.

"No idea. I guess I have to thank Hermione for it all." Harry laughed. Ron stared at the door in confusion for a second before deciding to cut the conversation short and walked in.

"What the hell are you doing here, Weasel?" Malfoy sneered. Ron ignored him and looked to Harry who was, surprisingly, behind the cauldron.

"Ready for lunch?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and looked into the cauldron then to Malfoy.

"Will you finish this up?" He asked. Malfoy looked relieved to be rid of the man for a while and nodded vigorously. Harry rolled his eyes, a small smile playing his lips, and placed the stirring rod down on the table. "Let's go!"

Lunch went by as normal though Hermione was finally able to join them. The awkwardness hadn't seemed to leave Harry or Hermione from the other night as they ate in silence, not daring to look at one another.

"So, what about that quidditch game last night, ey?" Ron chimed in, trying to defuse the tension but neither seemed to be paying attention. "Hermione gave me a lecture the other night on how complicated feelings can be." He said as he watched Harry. Harry's head popped up to look at him from across the table. He noticed Hermione mimicked the action right beside him as well. "Yeah. It's quite interesting how feelings towards something or someone are able to intensify and grow over a period of time. And if you're not careful, it may be with the wrong person- ow!" Hermione elbowed him in the side to silence him but he opened his mouth again to start talking before being interrupted by Harry.

"I mean, yeah. I guess it's cool how your brain can decide which person to like and dislike. But that's all I know." And the conversation was left at that. They moved on to a different topic to keep the conversation going until they were finished with their food and drink.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of the small cafe. Ron kissed his girlfriend goodbye after Harry hugged her and walked down to the alleyway. "I'll see you at home for dinner?" Ron asked her. She smiled and nodded at him before kissing him once more and walking in the opposite direction. Ron caught up with Harry and they apparated back to work.

"Do you want to come over for a drink later?" Harry asked. Ron thought for a second and then agreed. Harry smiled at him then turned to leave. "See ya at seven then!" He called over his shoulder and walked towards the elevator.

Harry walked into his office, gathering paperwork to fill out as he decided he'd go back down to the potions lab.

"Hey, Malfoy." Harry greeted as he walked in. Malfoy was hunched over a notebook, writing some things down before peering into the cauldron next to him.

Malfoy groaned. "What are you doing?" He sneered as Harry sat down on a stool.

"I have nothing better to do with my time than paperwork and I dont have a partner so, I thought it'd be nice to have some company." He explained. Malfoy rolled his eyes, mumbled something then sighed in defeat before going back to his work. Harry laid his things about a table before starting on some of the paperwork. Before long though, he was engrossed with interest at what the potioneer was doing. "What have you got there?" He questioned.

"An antidote to common poisons potion that's been sitting for two days." Malfoy explained.

"Why?" Harry questioned.

"I'm studying it. Trying to learn from it to make a better potion." He said as he wrote something in his notebook. A rack of test tubes sat beside him, all filled with liquids of varying colours and densities. Malfoy picked up a tube with a light green coloured liquid in it and poured a little into the cauldron. Steam started to rise from the cauldron and Harry heard what sounded like bubbles popping. Malfoy hummed to himself and wrote something into his notebook again.

Harry walked over to the table and leaned against it, arms crossed supporting his weight. He peered into the cauldron as Malfoy poured some dark blue liquid into it and watched the reaction the potion was having. The blue liquid seemed to stop the bubbling but there was almost like a frost forming on the top of it. "I've never been good at potions or anything but this is interesting." Malfoy hummed at the statement, not really paying much attention to the golden boy as he picked up a tube that held a lava pink coloured liquid. "D'ya wanna go get tea with me? After work, I mean." Harry nonchalantly asked, peeking into the cauldron.

The blonde spluttered and accidentally tipped the entire tube into the cauldron. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he stared at the dark haired man, eyes the size of a house-elf's. His eyes quickly left Harry though as a small rumbling sounded through the room as the potion began to boil over the cauldron heavily. "Get down!" He called. Harry ducked under the table, joining Malfoy - of whom had a seriously pissed off face. Harry smiled at him sheepishly before an exploding sound erupted in the room. After a few minutes, they both climbed out from beneath the table to examine the damage. The potion had splattered everywhere. Goop piles were falling from the ceiling and the walls were now painted teal. "No." Malfoy said. Harry looked at him quizzically. "My answer to your question. No." He turned to walk out the door and Harry just sat back onto his stool - after vanishing the teal goop on it - and went back to the paperwork.

A few minutes passed and Malfoy walked back in, wand in hand. He cast a spell and the teal goop vanished from everything it was on. Harry looked up around the room, smiling at the work he had done. "Are you sure? I'm going to that cafe right down the street from where Ollivanders used to be. Moment Of Peace I believe its called. Good food and tea. Have you ever been there?" Harry smirked when Malfoy paused his movements. Everyone always claimed that Harry wasnt observant but he had noticed as he worked with Malfoy the last few weeks, that Malfoy always had a cup of tea from the small cafe. On one of his day's off, he had stopped by to see what was so great about the place. He had a cup of earl grey tea and a BLT sandwich. It was the only place that he knew of that served muggle food in the whole of wizarding England.

"Oh, um. Yeah. I go there often. I enjoy their tea more than anything else though." He said. Harry nodded and turned his attention to writing again. He wanted to get at least half of the paperwork done before leaving. Malfoy sighed heavily which caught Harry's attention once more. "Fine. I'll go with you. I was going there after work anyway. But I'm getting my tea and leaving right away." Harry nodded again and smiled at him before going back to his work once more.

"Alright, well, it's my time to leave." Malfoy announced around 5 pm. Harry looked up from his paperwork. He hadn't realised how engrossed in his work he had got.

"Alright, let me just pack up." Harry told him. Malfoy curtly nodded to him and waited patiently by the door for only a few moments. Harry packed his papers into his bag and quickly walked towards Malfoy. The blonde left before Harry had reached him, causing Harry to chase after him. Harry walked a step behind him down the narrow hall, trying to make conversation that Malfoy was taking no part in. They reached the apparition point and Harry suggested a side-along - to which Malfoy sneered at even the thought. Harry raised his hands in defeat and apparated away. A second later, Malfoy appeared next to him in front of the cafe.

"What tea's do you recommend?" Harry asked him as he looked at the menu. Malfoy hummed and looked over the menu himself.

"Probably the white and green tea's." He said coldly. Once the line moved up so that they were in front of the cashier, Malfoy ordered and pulled out his wallet but Harry quickly stopped him, ordered himself, and then paid for both of them. Harry sat down at one of the tables near the front of the cafe while Malfoy stood to the side. Eventually though, Malfoy sat down across from him and Harry smiled at the blonde.

"Are you still into quidditch?" Harry asked after their tea's had come to the table. Harry had yet to receive his food but that was fine. Malfoy was still at the table with him even though he made it clear he wasn't going to stick around.

"A little bit. Not like I used to be." His voice monotone and his eyes blank of emotion, Malfoy took a sip from his cup. Harry nodded, mimicking his action.

"Ah. Well, Ron keeps me updated. So far, my favourite team - the Falmouth Falcons have been eliminated from the cup. The Holyhead Harpies are up six to two." He said. "The Tutshill Tornadoes are going strong as well. I usually root for the Falcons but since they're out, my bets on the Holyhead Harpies." Harry explained. Malfoy slipped from his cup, his face showing disinterest in the current conversation but he hummed along nonetheless.

"Merlin, I haven't flown in a while. Last time was, I believe, right before we graduated from Hogwarts." He mumbled, a shimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. Harry hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, it's been so long since I've flown as well. Been too busy to go flying sadly." Harry announced. After that, they sat in a comfortable silence. Harry had obtained his sandwich which was some kind of grilled burger that Harry had seen at Hogwarts but never actually tried. Malfoy got up after Harry started to eat, announced he was leaving then proceeded to walk out the door without so much as a glance back.

I'm sure you'll come by my lab uninvited again so see you at work whenever you drop by. Malfoy told him through thought, though the tone of the thought sounded annoyed. Harry chuckled and replied in thought as he went about eating his food.

Harry had come to find that blocking out Malfoy's thoughts and censoring his own was not as challenging as he had originally expected. Now he could do it with ease with most tasks - some were still a bit shaky when it came to censoring but he managed to get by.

Harry finished up his food and made his way home, waiting for Ron to join him for a drink.

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scaramoon · 3 years

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he accidentally hurts you while sparring

DILUC, KAEYA, XIAO, CHILDE — gn!reader

warnings/genre: kinda hurt/comfort? idk it’s mostly fluffy, mentions of blood and (very) minor injuries, swearing in childe’s

notes: rbs are v much appreciated, please and ty !! also pls ignore that i got carried away w xiao’s </3

━━ diluc;

you’ll have to be insistent if you even want him to spar with you; he knows you’re fully capable of standing your ground but... he’s worried

he’ll act like he doesn’t, but it’s obvious that he keeps close by whenever you’re sparring with someone

but if you wear him down enough or you’re good with your words, you can convince him to be your sparring partner

lmao just tell him you’ll get kaeya to do it 💀

“don’t- don’t hold your sword like that.” he said, his tone was flat but you’d known him long enough to be able to find the concern in it.

“i know how to hold a sword, diluc,” you responded. “i asked for a partner, not a teacher, remember?”

red eyes flashed towards you and something like a smile appeared on your lover’s lips. you mirrored it, letting your lips curl into a grin.

“of course,” he said, smallest hint of a playful tone in his voice.

but he was quick, and you may have underestimated just how well trained he was. normally, you could have blocked him. this time, however, you weren’t expecting it and you’d already began to drop your dominant hand to your side.

he noticed that, but he was just a little too late. diluc was used to the momentum of his weapon, but it wasn’t often that he had to stop it. he tried to step back before he hurt you, your name falling from his lips, desperation and worry coating his voice.

and then, just as soon as he’s processed it, his claymore was on the ground and he was watching you crouch and hold your upper arm. your seethe of pain sent guilt rushing through him.

it took him a moment to decide whether or not to go over to you; he wanted to, he really wanted to, but a part of him feared that you didn’t want him near you.

he couldn’t help it though.

“y/n?” diluc’s tone was almost a command, loud but desperate, wanting you to look at him and tell him that you were perfectly fine — wanting that to be the truth.

tears pricked in the corners of your eyes but you looked at him nonetheless. he hated that look in your eyes. seeing you in pain was one thing, but the knowledge that he was the cause of it twisted his heart in unbearable ways.

“i’m ok, diluc,” you said, quieter than you normally would. “just a little scratch, see?”

you moved your hand from where it was holding onto your arm. blood coated your fingers and the clothing surrounding the new wound, but it was clear that the cut wasn’t deep.

he didn’t say anything. his lips were pressed into a thin line as he kneeled beside you. eyebrows pinned in worry and concentration evident in his eyes, he started ripping at your sleeve to get a better look.

“diluc.” you said. your voice was more commanding this time as you moved away from him. why couldn’t he see it really wasn’t so bad?

“i didn’t mean to hurt you.” this time you could see clearly just how distressed he was.

he looked like he was about to cry and he wasn’t the one that’d been hurt. not physically, anyway; you had no idea how his chest hurt, how he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

you stared at him for a little longer. “i said i’m fine. but if it will help you sleep at night, you can come help me clean it, deal?”

“of course, dove.”

━━ kaeya;

he actually likes sparring with you

he doesn’t often get the chance, but whenever both of you are able to, he sees it as time he gets to spend with you

and any time spent with you is never time wasted in his eyes

plus he gets to do the sword under your chin thing and tease you </3

“dead.” you said proudly, standing over your lover, your sword under his chin.

a playful grin spread across his lips as he let you enjoy your win. you backed away and allowed him to stand up, dust himself off. a stretch of his arms, and then he was picking up his sword to go again.

“ready?” kaeya asked, smirk stretching his lips.

“yeah,” you said, smiling back. your gloved hand tightened around your sword’s hilt; the gloves were making your hands sweaty, your grip loosening. “actually, w-”

“y/n!”

the next thing you realized was a stinging at you side. your hand immediately came to the cut, taking an instinctive step back. the sound of kaeya’s sword hitting the ground met your ears, his hands were on your arms a second later.

“hey, hey, you’re okay.” he tried to sound calm but if was a bad attempt. he crouched down onto the ground, guiding you to sit in front of him. cautious hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, kaeya looking up at you. “can I look, love?”

“yeah, but I’m fine.” you said, though your face was twisted in pain.

his eyes were full of pity when he looked at you, jaw clenching before he lifted your shirt enough to see the wound. on first appearance, it looked worse than it really was.

“see?” you spoke again. “all good.”

he didn’t say anything at first. he just pulled you closer to him, chin hooked over your shoulder, though he was careful not to agitate your cut.

“not really. but it’s okay, we’re gonna get you all better, yeah?”

“kaeya, seriously, i’m fine. you don’t need-”

“y/n.” his voice was still sweet and concerned, but more stern when he spoke this time. “let me take care of you.”

“...fine.”

━━ xiao;

good luck getting him to spar with you in the first place

it doesn’t matter how much you tell him you want to, he’ll keep turning you down

needless to say, you’ll have to play your cards right to get him to agree to it

“what if i hurt you, y/n?”

“i’ll be under-trained and get hurt if you don’t help me.”

“you know i’ll always be there if you call for me.”

“and if you can’t come?”

“...”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” he stated simply, eyes narrowing at you. you only threw him a smile.

“what’s the worst that can happen? you won’t even use your real pole arm, you have a stick. you can’t stab me with it, xiao.”

“I would rather not think about ‘stabbing’ you in the first place.” he huffed. “but... you need to be safe, in case one day I can’t keep you safe myself.”

a smile crossed your face as you gripped your weapon, ready for him to start.

you may have miscalculated the power and ability of an adeptus though. you quickly found yourself tired and overwhelmed, just blocking and dodging was almost too much. he could sense your fatigue already, and he was listening for you to call him to stop. xiao was ready to stop on a dime, but he knew that you were stubborn and insistent.

his “pole arm” came close to your side, and he really thought you would dodge this one. you’d done it before. but he felt the wood hit you, you falling to the ground, holding your side soon after.

his make-shift weapon was long forgotten now. he was kneeling beside you in seconds, gentle fingers running along what he was sure was a broken rib. he didn’t find one, but the guilt was already eating him and that knowledge did nothing to stop it.

“ow! that hurts, don’t touch me.” you said, seething in pain and making a pitiful attempt to move away from him.

xiao did not cry.

he didn’t, it just wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and quite honestly he wasn’t sure if adepti could cry. but the idea of you being scared of him started tears to fill his eyes; his chest was tight, and he had this uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“no, no,” you started, propping yourself on your elbows and then sitting all the way up.

you tried to reach and hold his face, to wipe the tears off, but he turned away from you; he kept kneeling, but shifted to a position a little farther away from you. the adeptus made a noise something like a squeak, and it seemed to surprise him. he didn’t wait for you to finish talking, he turned away and looked anywhere except you.

“xiao, baby, that’s not what I meant. you can- I just meant don’t put your hands directly where I got hurt... xiao? can you look at me?”

it took him a few more moments before he turned his head back to you. you knew he wasn’t always the most emotional, but you didn’t think you’d seen him like this before. he hummed, not trusting his voice. still, he wouldn’t look you in the eyes.

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me. its just a little bruise, there’s not even blood... I’m not scared of you, xiao, it’s not your fault.”

he stared at you for another moment before he cleared his throat and stood up. “can we at least have someone make sure you’re okay?”

“yeah.”

“...and you won’t ask me to do that again?”

“of course not.”

━━ childe;

he has mixed feelings about sparring with you

of course, it’s an odd form of quality time, but he likes it

plus that means he won’t have to watch you spar with anyone else

but there’s always the risk that you could get hurt

he’s an archer though, so he only “attacks” you with his melee — he thought he was being a lot more careful

“ready?” childe smiled, twirling one of his weapons around his finger.

“as always.” you said, gripping your own weapon.

“mhm, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re ‘always ready’,” childe said dropped his hands to his sides and stepping closer to you.

you knew what he was trying to do — he attempted to pull this off every time you sparred with him, and you never failed to catch him. seem relaxed, and whenever you thought he wouldn’t, he’d attempt to get the better of you.

this time, however, you were not as quick as you usually were. childe knew that you always saw through this; not once had you’d failed to block him, so maybe he put his trust in his weapons more than he should have.

he stopped when both of you look at the clean, but bloody, cut he’d made. his eyes widened as it sinked in, coming to the realization that he’d hurt you

“y/n- shit, I’m sorry,” he said, panic clear in his voice, though he tried to hide it. his hand was on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the ground. “are you- you’re okay, it’s not that deep. we’re gonna get that healed and you’ll be fine, yeah?”

for words so reassuring, his panicked tone was saying something along the lines of ‘shit shit fuck dammit, i accidentally hurt my own partner, what the fuck-’

“yeah, it’s no biggie,” you said, smiling a little at him. “it’s just a little cut, I get worse on commissions.”

you knew that later he would claim he was totally calm. in reality, he was trying his best to clean the wound with his vision, and he’d get better help whenever he could get to bubu pharmacy.

“you owe me kisses though, y’know,” you teased.

‘good,’ he thought. ‘they aren’t mad at me.’

“whatever ya want, love.”

“oh? maybe I’ll take cuddles too.”

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Honeybee

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: While attending Seraphina's wedding, Y/N discovers that her crush on her best friend’s older brother hasn’t gone away after all these years. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, alcohol consumption, fingering, penetrative/protected sex Word Count: 5.7k

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NOTE: I know I promised a oneshot over the weekend, but I’m a messy, inconsistent bitch, so you get it a day late 😅🥰

———

Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Seraphina only got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor just to witness my slow descent into a heaping puddle of lovesick mush.

Truly, it was pathetic.

Yeah, yeah, she was getting married because she loved her fiancé and whatever, obviously, but she was also using it as an excuse to try and get me to admit my feelings for her older brother. Feelings, I might add, that only surfaced when I was a middle schooler and went away once he went off to college.

Sure, I'd thought about him on occasion when he was inevitably brought up around Sera's house throughout the years, but that was it. I'd hardly say I was hard-core in love with him. And I was totally prepared to see him for the first time since our high school graduation.

At least, I thought I was.

And Seraphina—the little shit—knew it, too. The smirk on her face the moment we were all in the same room for the first time in ten years made me want to run and hide more than her brother's figure, right in front of me and hotter than ever.

I was mad. Not at Sera as much, because really there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was her brother, but I was mad at myself. Because how in the hell had it stood to reason that a man I actively didn't think about for a whole decade had this much of an effect on me after all this time?

Honestly? I blame the FBI.

If he'd done literally anything else with his life I probably could have made it. Well, not by much if we're being honest, but come on...

Where he'd been a bit nerdy and reserved as I knew him, the man in front of me had clearly changed. Not just physically, though that was also a pleasant surprise. He looked like he'd been through some shit... And he carried himself taller. There was a new air of confidence that perched on his shoulder and helped him along as he talked with old friends and family members at his sister's rehearsal dinner.

Spencer Reid was older and more experienced this time around, and somehow even more goddamn delicious...

I was a total wreck. And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

He was coming this way. Right for me. He'd noticed me staring at him all night, because I couldn't keep my shit together, and now I was absolutely doomed.

Guess it was a good thing I'd practically grown up with him and knew how to act outwardly.

Still, the moment he was up close and flashing me that little smile of his, I felt the pit of my stomach scream out loud, sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.

"Hey, Honeybee. It's been a while."

Fuck. That fucking nickname...

"Spencer... It has."

When we hugged briefly, I tried as hard as I could not to inhale his scent, knowing that not only was that pathetic and embarrassing, but also I'd never stop smelling it otherwise. I did take note, though, of how strong he was now. He wasn't a bodybuilder of any kind, but he was certainly less bony and more defined.

I had to hold back a whine as I felt him let go of me, because I didn't want to leave his warm embrace but also because I didn't think I could stand to look at his face anymore without losing any and all semblance of my cool.

Still, I let him release me, and even then he didn't go far. We only stood inches apart, and my whole body was practically numb at the proximity. It also didn't help that I had to tilt my head up to see his face— It made me feel extremely submissive, and I could already feel myself starting to shrink.

Whether he was amused at that or just at me in general, the feeling I got was the same.

"Sera tells me you've been busy..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, though I could tell he already had it on the tip of his tongue. "Modeling?"

I closed my eyes with a sigh. "It was one job for some obscure European magazine, no one in the country's probably ever heard of it... It's not that big of a deal."

Spencer huffed a laugh. "You sound embarrassed..."

How was I supposed to respond to that? If I lied and told him I wasn't embarrassed, he'd figure it out, and if I told him the truth? I'd still be screwed. Honestly, my best bet was changing the subject.

Though, maybe it wasn't— When I asked him about his travels for work, he ignored it and responded with, "Ah, so you are embarrassed."

"N— I am not!"

"You changed the subject so fast I barely had time to blink... There's nothing to be ashamed of, Honeybee, I don't know why you'd—"

"Look, dude, I'm not ashamed, and I'm certainly not changing the subject. We were on the subject of jobs. So there."

I was aware of how childish I sounded, but I stood my ground nonetheless. And thankfully Spencer seemed to let it go, though not without amplifying that amused sparkle in his eye.

"Okay... Well, I've got some more people to see, but, uh... I'll see you around. Maybe you can show me some of your work."

He didn't even give me time to protest. Though if he had, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to get any words out what with that goddamned face he had, twisted and sculpted into all these beautiful ways that were designed specifically to make me a blubbering hot mess.

I could only gather the courage to nod in response, though he'd turned his back and walked away by the time I got it out.

———

All things considered, I'd managed to avoid him for the majority of the wedding festivities. I focused all my energy on being happy to see my best friend get married, and likewise it seemed that Spencer was inclined to do the same.

He walked his sister down the aisle, and seeing them both so happy truly made my heart sing. To think I'd known them since we were all kids more or less, and now they were both successful, beautiful human beings... It warmed me to my core, and despite the other flames that stung my insides at seeing Spencer in his tux, thing were going swimmingly.

That being said, we were just about two hours into the reception, and there was absolutely nothing stopping me from begging Seraphina to put me out of my misery.

Except maybe pints upon pints of alcohol.

In hindsight, that may not have been a good idea, though. Because as much as the open bar had it benefits, it also hated me. It was mostly my fault, because I was stupid enough to forget that I get frisky when I'm drunk, but that didn't stop me from blaming the bartender for continuing to serve me.

I wasn't quite at the point of all-out inebriation, but I was definitely toeing the line between tipsy flirting and total disaster.

And when Spencer came over to ask me to dance, I knew I was doomed.

I didn't find myself caring about what he was saying, only the fact that he was there, in front of me, putting his hands on me and breathing in the same air that I was putting out. My entire body buzzed, and while I would have panicked otherwise, my tipsy brain welcomed the tingle and made me a bit bolder.

"You enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked, like he couldn't already tell that I was having the time of my life.

"No way. You suck at dancing." The joke rolled off my tongue with ease, a product of years spent teasing him for countless things.

And just like all those times before, he rolled his eyes and then immediately flashed an affectionate smile all the same.

I should have stopped there, maybe tried to do something a bit more romantic like teach him how to dance... Placing his hands and fixing his posture, taking the time to gracefully have an excuse for exploring his body with my hands...

But romance took a backseat when I pressed myself in even closer to him and hummed just under his jawline. "Mmm, but I bet you're good at other things..."

I felt his hands grip my waist just a little tighter, and his throat visibly twitched. "How much have you had to drink, Honeybee?"

"Spencer," I whined, pressing my face into his neck. "Don't tell me you're turning me down, please..."

I could tell by the way he was touching me, his hands wavering and undecided, and the way his heartbeat thrummed loudly and quickly against my own that he wanted nothing more than to entertain my desires.

The thought made me quiver and press further into him. I kissed his jawline tenderly, silently begging him to whisk me away and finally make me his, but it broke my heart a little to feel him peel away from me.

When he looked into my eyes though, I swore the gleam in his own is what put me back together. It could have been the liquor swimming around in my body that made me feel lightheaded, but when Spencer lifted my chin with his fingers and looked me over, I knew that wasn't it. It was wholeheartedly, without a doubt, him.

"Tell you what... You get sobered up by the end of the night, and maybe I'll come find you."

I wanted to nod, but his gentle grip on my chin held me steady—At least until he glided his fingertips down my throat and over my shoulder. Then I downright slumped forward with a whine and a weak nod that seemed to make him smile.

"Thank you for the dance," he said earnestly, leaning forward to press the lightest of kisses to my temple.

Just like that he was gone, and I wanted him back almost immediately.

———

And so the night dragged on, and the longer I sobered up the more it dawned on me what the fuck just happened— What the fuck was going to happen, too, if I played my cards right.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Probably to make sure I really wasn't drinking anymore, a fact that only made this feel more real.

On top of it all, I was starting to lose count of the amount of men here who were trying to buy me drinks. Even if the one man I really wanted tonight hadn't given me a deal, I still wouldn't have accepted them, if only for the pathetic fact that I would have been trying to catch his attention instead.

So much for trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with him...

Was that really what it was? It had to be, right?

Either way, I was determined to find out, and that meant declining every flirtatious offer to drink and dance.

Unfortunately, Seraphina seemed to notice, even on the one day in her entire life she shouldn't have been thinking about anyone but herself. "You're not having fun," she pouted, plopping down next to me and handing me a shot. "Have fun."

I laughed and set the tiny glass down on the table. "I am having fun, I'm just... tired. And being hungover tomorrow does not sound fun."

"Mmm," she responded, visibly suspicious.

I didn't really know what to say to her to convince her not to be though, so I grabbed her hand and smiled. "You're having fun though, right? 'Cause I will not hesitate to kick someone's ass if you're not."

With a bellowing laugh mildly tainted with the smell of champagne, Seraphina squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "I'm having the best time. I couldn't be happier."

"Well, good. You deserve it."

After a small moment of silent shared smiles, my best friend glanced over elsewhere and then back to me with that look in her eye that kind of scared me.

And her words were even scarier... "So, you talk to Spencer at all tonight?"

"Uh— Yeah... Briefly."

"Mhmm... Y'know, I saw you two dancing together earlier. You seemed reeeally close..."

There I was, getting defensive in front of a Reid sibling for the second time that night. And just like before, I was awful at being subtle. "Sera, stop it! It was just a dance..."

"Bullshit! He had his hands all over you, and he had that gross-ass, dreamy-ass look in his eye! He so wants to sleep with you!"

"Sera!" I gently shoved her and tried not to smile at the goofy smile she had plastered on her face.

"Am I wrong?"

"I... I don't..."

"Ha! I'm not wrong!"

The defeated look in my eye did nothing to disconfirm her story.

"So, what's stopping you from letting him?"

I went wide-eyed. "Se—You... You seriously would... You're okay with this? It doesn't... gross you out?"

There were a lot of things I could have seen Seraphina do in that moment, but pinching and yelling at me were not any of them. "Y/N! You idiot! I've been trying to get you two together for years! If I knew all it took was me getting married, I would have accepted Theo Decker's proposal..."

"Wa— In fifth grade? Sera, that wasn't—"

"I know, but you get what I mean! You two are so painfully attracted to each other, it physically hurts me. It's actually disgusting, but if it means there's a chance that you might get to be my sister? I say go for it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You... You really mean that?"

"What, you think I'd joke about that?"

Everything that she conveyed to me within the look in her eyes, her words, and the squeezing of her hand over mine told me she was sincere.

"I love you, you know," I told her just as sincerely.

Her smile was as radiant as ever, but the teasing tone in her voice was enough to make me scowl again. "Right back at'cha, Honeybee. Just do me a favor and don't tell me any details. I don't wanna know."

I stuck my tongue out at her, followed by a short shove. "Oh, and as soon as you get back from your honeymoon? I'm kicking your ass for telling him about that nude shoot I did for that magazine..."

She only grinned. "Why? I think I did you a favor..."

I rolled my eyes at her, but in the end, I guess she was right.

———

I shouldn't have been pacing. Really, it was pretty fucking embarrassing the way I walked in circles around my hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door or a text message on my phone, or something to let me know that Spencer had really meant what he said and was on his way to come find me.

I didn't have a single drink after we danced, and I swear to God, if he made me go through this entire night all nervous without the liquor to calm me down, for nothing? I was going to kill him tomorrow.

Later today... Whatever.

The point? I was well and truly ready to feel him taking up my personal space, and I was going to feel like a real idiot if I waited around and prepped and everything, only for him not to show. The funny thing was, it was almost two in the morning, and I would have stayed up until the sun rose for him.

Thank God he had the decency to save me the trouble.

A short two-rap knock on the door made me jump, but I ran at it full-speed, flinging the large wooden panel open and letting its momentum blow cool wind over my body. And I needed it, too.

Because standing right in front of me was Spencer Reid in all his semi-exhausted glory. His outfit was loosened, buttons undone and bowtie untied, hanging limp around his neck. His hair sat wild atop his head and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin. Maybe that last part sounded gross, but looking at him? It was anything but.

Especially when he flashed me that damned smirk. "Someone's eager..."

I tried not to sound as dumbfounded by his presence as I felt. "Well, you made me a good offer I couldn't refuse. Excuse me for being excited."

"And here I thought all this time you hated me, Honeybee..."

"That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

His grin transformed into a full-on beaming smile then, and it only made my skin feel warmer and my heart beat faster. I returned his smile with my own, so genuinely happy to see him again after all this time, and with the brightest show of happiness I'd ever seen.

Turns out, smiling like a lovesick idiot was all I was capable of.

"Are you... gonna let me in?"

The low suggestive tone in his voice had me springing into action, stepping back and allowing him the space to come in. And though he had plenty of room, Spencer still decided to brush his body over mine as he passed. His eyes bore into my own as he gently kicked the door shut and enveloped us in a dimness that came from cheap hotel lighting.

Still, I was unable to speak, and hardly able to even breathe, with each passing second.

And then, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him with a softness that matched the whisper in his throat as he said, "C'mere..." Looking up at him then, his fingers burning holes through the thin fabric of my dress while he looked back down me, eyes swimming in tender desire... It almost didn't even feel real.

And it certainly didn't feel real when he leaned in, one of his hands coming up to touch my face while the other pressed me firmly against him.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was gone. I positively melted into him, so much so that it felt like I was just becoming a part of him entirely, losing myself in the moment and unwilling to let it go.

Even when he sighed against my lips and parted his own to kiss me deeper, I just followed suit and let him take the lead. We moved together as one, fluidly and with as much eagerness was possible. I'd wanted to get a taste of him for so long, and he obviously felt the same way, what with the thorough and precise exploring his tongue did with my own. It shot warmth throughout my whole being, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me from how weak they felt.

Spencer seemed to understand what was happening to me, because as soon as I'd thought it, he was just as quick to literally sweep me off my feet, scooping me up bridal style and carrying me over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

"I know we're at a wedding and all, but geez," I laughed, watching as he laid me down gently and crawled over my body. "A little much?"

He only rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for trying to be romantic..."

"Mmm, I think you're just being an overachiever. As per usual."

That remark earned me a pinning of my wrists above my head, and the fire that erupted in my very core at my current position only cemented that this was very real.

Spencer grinned, his hips coming down to roll over mine teasingly. He spoke nice and slowly, his voice slicing through my soul like smooth butter. "Oh, Honeybee, I'll show you an overachiever..."

Once again I was rendered speechless. Not like I expected to be talking his ear off or anything, but words genuinely escaped me.

Luckily, Spencer didn't seem to mind. In fact, he knew exactly what to do next, and it made me even hungrier for him than ever before.

He captured my lips in another dizzying kiss, his hands still flexing over my wrists to keep them steady. I moaned softly and writhed against him, and though I would have liked to say that it was a conscious choice to coax him to give me more, really it was just me being unable to handle the fact that this was actually happening.

Actually, if not for the overwhelming and familiar scent of him, I would have thought I was only imagining it.

But alas, here he was in all his floral peppermint glory, grinding his hips down into mine and kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, driving me mad with each adept movement.

Thankfully he seemed to get as lost in the moment as I was, because he loosened my wrists in his grip, and I broke free, flying my hands in between us and down to his belt.

His lips pulled away from mine with a soft smack, a smile forming smugly upon them. "Have you no patience?"

As my fingers fumbled with the metal and leather, I pressed my nose to his and quickly pecked his mouth. "I thought we already established that I have no patience the moment I opened the door..."

"Fair... But still..."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, moving them to my sides and then hiking my dress up slowly. His skin was hot against my own, and it took everything I had not to break down begging for him.

And then he spoke again, his lips barely grazing mine as he did. "Teasing you is so much fun..."

I couldn't really explain what sound escaped me then, but it reminded me of a disgruntled animal, erupting from my throat and getting muffled the moment I took my hands and brought his face to mine. I kissed him fervently as his hands matched the intense nature of my affections— With every soft groan I gave him, he returned it with an inch higher up my leg, until eventually he was toying with the hem of my underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in and mumbled the most desperate plea I could think of. (Like I had to think that hard...)

"Spencer, please..."

I half expected him to tease me again, but this time I felt him tremble over my body. His fingers slipped under the satin of my underwear and he sighed into my mouth. "God, how could I ever say no to you..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did he spread me apart with his fingertips, getting a feel for me and a broken sigh falling from his tongue and onto my own. I captured it and kissed him with as much precision as I could while under the influence of his hands working wonders.

Truly, his hands hand a magic of their own that should have been considered as an eighth Wonder of the World. They flexed in all the right places, splitting me open and caressing the most sensitive parts of me, simultaneously breaking me apart and putting me back together...

God, and those was only his hands...

The thought of what else he had waiting for me made me cry out into his mouth, though I'm sure it also had to do with the fact that his fingers were curling expertly inside me and summoning an orgasm that I knew would satisfy us both.

I almost cried out again when his lips left mine, but then they travelled to my neck and paid it the most glorious attention. The alternation of his fingers and his tongue on different spots of my body had me in shambles, and it took no longer than a few seconds to snap.

"Fuck, that's my girl," Spencer grumbled into my neck, helping me through my orgasm. "That's it, honey..."

What I wouldn't have given to hear him talk to me like that until the end of time... His words, their tone and praise seeping into my skin and bringing my soul to life... Coupled with his soft hands and his even softer breath fanning over my neck, I was just about ready to ask him to keep talking to me, to say my name and never stop.

He pulled away though, removing his hand from my lower half and bringing it up to his mouth, and I had the feeling my request wouldn't be a problem.

Spencer's eyes rolled back and his tongue gathered my arousal off his long, well-endowed fingers. And though I could hear his groan well and clear, I felt it more than anything. It reverberated through my body and brought me more to life in a way I never thought imaginable.

No one had ever made me feel that way with one single sound, and that's how I knew.

I thought I knew it from the start—from when we were growing up—that I wanted to be near him forever. But It was always just a silly dream, something I was never quite able to reach, and as I got older and we rarely saw each other, it got harder to even imagine anymore.

Now I didn't have to imagine.

Spencer Reid was right in front of me, touching me, tasting me, verbally praising me with sounds I'd only ever dreamed of...

I wanted him to have his moment, because I was positive he'd wanted this just as much as I did, but this sappy sort of revelation I was having made it nearly impossible to not be utterly wrapped up in him, and I wanted more.

So I wiggled and adjusted myself underneath him before grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. His eyes widened softly at the sight of me, and I knew then that he was taking the time to memorize my face, and the image of his hand resting at my chest, right where my heart was encased beneath bones, flesh, and fabric.

"I could look at you forever," he whispered then.

I would have been ashamed to admit that I whimpered when he said it, but the way he looked at me afterwards made me feel the exact opposite.

He smiled, using his other hand to come up and touch my face. "You want it bad, don't you, Honeybee?"

I didn't even argue with him this time. My head nodded and my hands reached out to pull him closer. "I want you... More than I've ever wanted anything."

Before he leaned down to kiss me, I could have swore he looked like he was going to shed a tear. The duality of him, his ability to be all teasing and cocky one second and then reduced to a lovesick mess at just a few words from me the next, made my heart sing.

And it kept singing, a sweet, steady melody as Spencer kissed me and touched me like he meant it.

Only this time, he didn't pause or tease me with theatrics. He went straight for the kill, fetching a condom from his pants pocket and then sliding the material down, all while keeping me trapped under his embrace. I welcomed it naturally, humming happily into his neck and jawline and anywhere I could reach as he got us both fully undressed and situated, until finally he had the condom on and his hands rested nicely on either side of my head.

"Promise not to sting me?"

I laughed, draping my arms over his shoulders and flashing him a wink. "Mmm, only if you promise to give it to me good..."

"Deal."

He slowly pushed into me then, and the stretch was far more satisfying than his fingers, though I was in no position to complain either way. If he was even half as skilled with his hips as he was with his hands (which I had no doubts about whatsoever), then neither of us had anything to worry about.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was so consumed with just the feeling of him being everywhere that technicalities didn't matter.

That being said, the technicalities were really fucking good.

His hips snapped into mine with sharp precision, and I felt it deep within my bones. My cunt clung around him willingly and accordingly, as did my legs, which hooked over his waist as I dug my heels into his ass.

Meanwhile Spencer grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, this time interlocking our fingers and then leaning down to kiss me deeply. It was met with my undying welcome, of course, but with the way he was fucking me, deep and with a devotion that nearly exploded my heart, I couldn't help but whine out for more.

His name was all I could manage.

"What do you want, Honeybee?" he cooed, holding himself deep inside me and grinding his hips in small circles that made it harder to breathe.

"M—More... I..."

"Can you be more specific?"

How he could be such a cocky little shit in this moment I wasn't sure, and it frustrated me to no end. He knew damn well what I wanted, and I knew just the thing that would make him give it to me.

I have him the biggest pout I could, also whining out the most pathetic, "More," in my arsenal. And with a roll of my hips up into his, I gasped out at how deep he got, and whined out again.

"Spoiled brat," Spencer grunted in defeat, retreating only to slam into me at full force.

My small gasps and cries turned into full-blown howls of searing pleasure as he fucked me then. My head tipped back and my back arched slightly, exposing my neck and chest to him, and he took it as an invitation to lean down and put his mouth anywhere he could reach. I was sure there would be small nicks and bruises littered over my skin the next morning, and just thinking of everyone seeing them, seeing Spencer's mark on me, made it harder to prolong the inevitable.

I came with a shout, flexing my hands into his as my body tensed then relaxed, over and over while he whispered praises into my skin. He followed soon after, shoving his face into my neck and muffling the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard as he came.

By then his hands had loosened, so I snuck my own away from his and brought them over to hug him close. One hand knotted into his hair while the other grazed over his back. The thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin once again was more enticing than it probably sounded, but I loved it all the same. I felt him relax and bring his arms down to rest at my sides, his fingertips dancing lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps.

Then out of nowhere, he said something that confused and mildly panicked me. "I thought you said you wouldn't sting me..."

I pulled away to try and look at his face, loosening my grip on his body. "A—Am I hurting you? I'm sorry..."

He laughed though, peppering tiny kisses up my neck until he got to my jaw. "You're not hurting me, Honeybee... You've just... stung my heart, that's all."

"I... Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a strange thing..."

He looked at me like I was the one thing on the planet he adored, but his words sounded different.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not helping me understand..."

With another laugh, Spencer Kissed my cheek and rolled off of me, settling for laying on his side and turning me to face him. "Do you remember how I gave you your nickname?"

Despite my confusion about all of this, I entertained him with a huffed laugh. "Yeah, I spilled honey all over my shorts without realizing it, and I had ants all over me in a matter of minutes. I was terrified."

"I was highly amused."

I shoved him. "Yeah, dork, I know you were! You and Seraphina both thought it was the funniest thing on the planet, and then your mom had to come out and spray me down with a hose before I came back in the house."

Spencer barked a laugh, and I wanted to punch it right out of his mouth.

"Tell me again why this is relevant to our current situation?" I reminded him with and sigh, already over his antics.

Thankfully he seemed to take pity on me; He reached a hand out and played with a strand of my hair, smiling even brighter than when I opened the door for him. "That's when I started to feel it. You were just... so cute all angry at me and Sera for laughing, and it... It changed everything."

"You know, that would be more romantic if I hadn't been covered in bugs," I responded with a laugh.

"It's true! And it confused the hell out of me, because how was I supposed to cope with the fact that I actually had a crush on my little sister's best friend like some stupid cliché? You were always so feisty after that, too, and it certainly didn't help... And when I graduated and went off to college, I thought... I thought there was no chance you would ever be able to break the heart you'd managed to steal."

He swiped his thumb gently over my bottom lip and smiled, his eyes going all tear-y again. It sent butterflies through my whole body.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart, Spencer..."

Our foreheads pressed together then, and the unwavering adoration in his voice when he spoke made me forget all prior confusion and minor embarrassment over re-living our origins.

All that mattered was that he was here, holding me in his arms and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I know you won't, Honeybee."

———

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𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐓. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

PAIRINGS: Haikyuu boys x fem! reader

GENRE: angst, pining, teasing, spicy level at 1?

A/N: i am hooked, captivated, jealous, and many more emotions🤨 this was honestly a little random but no complaints

⟡𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔's offhanded comments on an essay he didn't participate in was a bloodbath waiting to happen. Though you understood that he was in a tight schedule regarding practice and matches was a tough schedule to keep up with, the expression on his face when he sees the score ignites the rage that was kept tight when you stayed up just to pinch in to replace their mistakes and their unwillingness to cooperate that had you pulled out of calmness.

"Wipe that shit expression off of you, Miya. Maybe if you were there we could've done better but no." You huffed, while there's a chuckle from the blonde as he takes the paper from your hands, a punch to your efforts, while he waves it around before towering over you with eyes glancing to your lips before it goes straight to your eyes before he spoke,

"If you wanted the best, then I'm all yours to take."

⟡𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 would go overboard majority of their practice so at those moments—you never know what to do seeing that you weren't on good terms anyway. He'd be too focused and frustrated to be communicated with while Hinata's drive to progress himself always mixes with the setters competitiveness then it leads to late practices making you stay until they finally leave.

"You two— c'mon I have to lock up. Get going already." Hinata smiles at you softly sharing his intents to stay a little longer while you shook your head. He gave out a defeated sigh while you walked to the storage room to make sure everything was placed to where it was but when you expected silence, it never came. The sound of heavy impacting echoes through the gym while you rolled your eyes to walk out and see the setter all alone.

"Kageyama, go home." You were down to the remaining ounce of energy you had left. You could only roll your eyes as you held the ball he was meant to hold as he blinks at you.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Let's go home already." He turns the other way around whispering, "Just one more." making you hold onto his wrist as he turns to you surprised but held a glare in secret. "Stop being so stubborn." Kageyama scoffs before holding onto your hand on his wrist, a slight tug while you leaned forward because of his actions.

"And stop trying to make me go home with you." You pushed him slightly with raised eyebrows, a fluster in your cheeks as you tried to pull away.

"Idiot- that's not what I mean!" You argued while his hand remained on yours as you both stared each other down. "It's not like I meant it that way either." Tobio said before letting go of your arm, walking away with his own heated cheeks while grabbing his bag and ending the day with one more glance to you.

"I'm going now, if you're going to come with me—then I'll see which of the choices you did mean."

⟡ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 doesn't like the way your personality mirrored his twin. A duplicate of another duplicate. He saw how well you and the blonde had bonded and brought a migraine to his head, realizing that the annoyance he gets from his twin has doubled when it came to you but he does deny that there's an ounce of envy seeing that you were never that close to him and always favored Atsumu.

And now that you were in their residence, the laughter from you and the setter ticks him off as if he was a thirdwheeler in every situation—god, even in their house.

"Oi, do you mind? I think my controller is in Samu's room can you get it for me?" Atsumu asks while you shrugged before knocking over to Osamu's door. You figured that he didn't like you as much and you kept your distance but at times, you can definitely feel that the distance that had grown to a state that even you were confused in how it got that far.

You casually enter in, glancing at Osamu who was only busy on his phone but shares a stare to you when you wander around.

"What're ye looking for?" He asks, while you responded saying it was the controller. He stands up with a groan, noticing how messy the other side of the room was as you began to pick up a few shirts while Osamu cocks an eyebrow.

"Ain't no touching that, I'll clean it myself." He suggests but you continued nonetheless thinking that this may reduce whatever tension was there. Right at the moment where you reached for the jersey at the stairs of their bunk bed, Osamu had grabbed your wrist making you wide eyed before looking at him.

"I said I can do it." He says in which you followed with, "I just wanted to help you and Tsumu." He rolls his eyes but the proximity of you two is alarming especially when his hand was still wrapped around yours.

"Atsumu this, Atsumu that—can't you worry about me?" He jokes at first but there's warmth to your cheeks alike to his own, but he leans forward, a smirk to his lips. "Only you?" You asked before he spoke again,

"Only me and no one else, doll."

⟡𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀's bad start during mornings never get along with your rants along with Iwaizumi to help maintain the health of MSBY. Whenever Iwaizumi would be off to observe a different team, you'd be the subsitute. All of the things he's said to them—you'll be there to remind them all over again. In which repetitiveness irks him knowing they've been told before.

"We've been through the same routine. Today's not any special." Kiyoomi suggests, though you get how irritating it can be to act like a broken record—you knew Iwaizumi would do the same thing you were doing.

"And if we go through it like every other day, then we'll finish fast." You argued as Atsumu sends you a chuckle before leaning on his teammate.

"Not with all that yapping." Sakusa whispers making you scoff while Hinata and Bokuto share a worried glance.

"You've got something to say to me, Kiyoomi?" You asked, edging him on because you weren't entirely at fault. You were strictly just following Iwaizumi's orders.

The MSBY player then takes a few steps forward before lowering his mask and with a threat of a stare to look down on you.

"Why don't we stop talking and I'll show you a better routine?"

Atsumu rolls his eyes but rather entertained at the vanter unfolding in front of the entire team.

"Like you'll ever find a way to shut me up." You bragged but there's a chuckle from him before he leans forward—a close vicinity where his lips linger on your ears as a cold voice welcomes you.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me then."

⟡𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 is the person that throws distanced glares when it came to you. Ever since the aggravating Atsumu teased you two as a perfect couple that he quickly declined followed by an unnecessary sentence saying you were impossible to date. You understood that you were never friends to even label it but since you were with the twins, you and Rintaro never hit it off the way you did with the Miyas'.

So even as you sat a few seats away from at the local bus, it irks you that this banter goes on even outside school. Looking away, there's a hand to your waist making you glare instantly at the man beside you while he only gives an appalling glance to your attire that made your blood boil as you struggled to move away from him.

"Get the fuck off me." You ordered him but he acts nonchalant. The moment you were about to raise a hand to show some defense, another hand travels to your waist while the previous hand around you was removed.

Gasping you turned to Suna who radiated a heated energy while the man scoffs knowing it was a facade to act like you were together.

"Hey now—if you don't believe she's my girl, then why don't you watch?" Rintaro threats as his lips lingered around your neck while you stood frozen. The destructive and taunting stare he gave to the man caused the bastard to move away not long before Suna had the chance to push him to the other side, cocking a smirk while he pulls you to his body.

"Thank you." You said, while he only shrugs in response, still cautious of the jealousy that lingers the mans eye.

"Seems like you'll be mine for the rest of the night."

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quindolyn · 3 years

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🦦 sub! james w/ a praise kink helping stressed reader unwind after a big exam? if these are still open??? i love u sm thank u :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE! 3/5 of my James baby blurbs for today!

Sub Jamie is my favorite, not proofread because I’m TIRED

Word Count: 971

Slamming doors were never a good thing, James may have lacked common sense sometimes, but even he knew that. Throwing his Quidditch magazine to the side he looked up to see you trudge in through the door, you’d just finished making up an exam in Charms, leaving your boyfriend to lounge around his dorm alone until you finished the dreaded exam.

“Hey (Y/N/N), how’d it go?” James asked sincerely, his long legs making strides towards you before lifting the bag from your shoulder to abandon it on the floor.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” You grumbled, throwing yourself into his arms, “Just want you.”

James expertly lifted you into his arms, guiding your legs to wrap around his torso before you crossed your ankles over each other, anchoring yourself at the small of his back, your arms meeting over his shoulders.

“M’sure you did fine Mommy,” James comforted you as he made his way back towards his bed before laying down, still clutching you to his chest, “You’re so smart, you probably aced it.”

“It was a hard test,” You grumbled into his bare shoulder as he often walked around shirtless, “M’just really wound up now, feel all tight on the inside.”

“Hmmm,” James hummed thoughtfully, dragging a hand in circular patterns on your back, “I could help you with that Mommy, if you wanted,” He offered, wanting to make you feel better.

“How you gonna do that baby?” You asked into his skin, not fully processing the implication of his words as your mind was exhausted from your exam and even keeping your eyes open was an endeavor.

“Was thinking I could eat you out,” He offered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Always relaxes you.”

“It does relax me baby, so smart for remembering,” You praised the boy, moving a hand to grip his strong bicep, “You wanna eat me out, pretty boy? Help Mommy relax?”

“Yes please,” He responded automatically with an enthusiastic nod of his head.

With your consent, James had your clothes shed and discarded both on the floor and Sirius’ bed which sat next to his, leaving you completely naked to which he too followed suit after your insistence that you should have easy access to his ass, should you ever want it.

As James threw your bare legs over his shoulders he buried the tip of his nose in our folds, inhaling deeply to take in your distinct scent before dragging his tongue from your hole, up through your folds, to your clit where he sucked generously. Rolling the bundle of nerves between his teeth James hummed, the vibrations causing goosebumps to form on your skin as a zap of pleasure traveled down your sprint to the pit of your belly where you could feel your arousal starting to build.

“Fuck Jamie,” Your hands immediately burrowed into his scalp, allowing you to get a stronghold on his dark locks, “Feels so good, eat my pussy so well baby.”

James released another moan into the gushing expanse of your cunt at the praise, unable to control himself as your words sent blood straight down to his cock which was pressed painfully against the comforter.

“Yeah, just like that, your pretty moans make Mommy feel so good baby,” You muttered as you bucked your hips unabashedly up towards his lips.

James’ response was muffled as he didn’t bother lifting his face from your cunt but he spoke nonetheless, “Taste so good Mommy, love your pussy.”

You smiled both at the pleasure surging through your body and his sweet words, “You taste even better baby, your cum tastes like candy.”

With each praise that tumbled from your lips James humped against the fabric covering the mattress, movements that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Humping the bed baby?” You asked incredulously, “You that needy.”

“M’not needy,” He insisted, looking up at you with wide eyes, the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness before he returned to your clit.

“Aww baby,” You cooed at the obvious lie, “It’s okay to be needy, s’cute. You’re my favorite baby boy.”

The extolls just spurred him on more in his effort to get you to cum on his tongue until you felt yourself teetering over the precipice of pleasure until your climax was unbearably close.

“You wanna cum baby?” You managed to breathe out between gasps, “Gonna make a mess without me even touching you.”

Had you been able to see his face you were sure that it would’ve been painted in a bright red flush but all you could feel was him nodding into your pussy as he sucked your clit.

“Cum when Mommy cums baby, make a mess with me yeah?”

James didn’t need to be told twice, and as he felt your walls tighten around his tongue which lapped at your walls he sped up his thrusts against the mattress until he too was allowing hir orgasm to wash through him in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.

You often recovered from your orgasms before James, this time being no exception you watched as he slowly came too, his head resting against the inside of your thigh.

“Hey there pretty boy,” You smiled, using a hand to brush the mussed hair out of his face, “You came for Mommy?”

Not yet having recovered enough from his climax James offered you a nod, turning onto his side so that you could see the milky white release that painted his lower stomach, cock, and thighs.

“Such a pretty mess you made baby,” You allowed your hand to cup James’ jaw, running your finger along his bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, sucking on it like a baby would a pacifier.

“How about you let Mommy lick it up for you?”

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Thank you for celebrating 800 with me, this celebration is no longer open but all blurbs and headcanons from this celebration and others can be found linked in my master list which you can find in my navigation page!

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zhenjun · 3 years

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white people, your cosplay is yellowface

Content warning: images of yellowface that may be upsetting below

Note: I have made the decision to remove the images of modern-day cosplayers. I stand by my initial choice to include them, as I believe actually seeing images of modern cosplay side by side with “real” yellowface was essential to understanding the point. However, this post has gotten much more attention than I ever anticipated. I had, at the time of making it, fewer than 30 followers.

In addition to harassment from sockpuppet accounts, assertions that my opinion on racism is less important because I am in the diaspora, misinterpretation about what this post was initially about (several people claimed cultural appropriation), threats to report and suspend me, and, apparently, discussion on twitter, for my own mental health, I am taking these images down.

I will no longer be responding to criticism or questions on the post, but I will happily answer DMs or asks on the subject. If you disrespect this or try to start more discourse, you are getting blocked, not because I want to silence your voice, but because I am a real person who can choose not to engage with people for reasons as seemingly unfair as my mental health and not wanting to continue filling my blog with the same post that honestly is upsetting for me to look at (as I already stated within the post).

If you have been blocked by me it is either due to disrespect and/or some form of unrelated drama due to how I like to interact with fandoms (i.e. ships like Ch*ngxian, Xu*xiao), not because I am trying to silence you. As I have so few followers, I am sure you can make your own post and gain even more traction than I did.

If you are white, please stop cosplaying MDZS/TGCF characters. It often looks like/is yellowface, and honestly there’s no way to respectfully do it when these media are based so heavily on Chinese culture. I’ll try to sum up why these fandoms need to be more mindful. You can find links and citations at the bottom that read best on my desktop blog theme.

The goal of yellow face in the past wasn’t always to look “authentically Asian;” white directors, actors, set designers, and playwrights set out to use what pieces of East Asian culture they found most inspiring, fun, cool, violent, or backward. Sometimes, white people had "good" intentions" with their use of yellowface and were not "trying" to demean our cultures, but the practice itself did so regardless.

To summarize, white people of the past did yellowface to erase our identities, take aspects of our culture that they liked, or ridicule us. Most modern-day cosplayers are doing the first two.

Below are examples of early Hollywood yellowface and modern-day theater, as well as modern-day cosplay:

[Previously pictured was a white Xie Lian cosplayer who was very receptive after seeing this post and has since removed these images from their social media. If you happen upon any of their cosplay or other social media, please do not send them any hate.]

As you can see actress Katharine Hepburn in “Dragon Seed”[1][2] is in very traditionally inspired Chinese clothing. The previously pictured Xie Lian cosplayer was in a similar hat and wearing white robes. They both had some sort of eye makeup; Katharine Hepburn darkened her hair for the role while the cosplayer was wearing a dark-brown/black wig.

Of note, the character Katharine Hepburn plays in "Dragon Seed" is supposed to be positive; an adaption from (white) author Pearl S. Buck's novel about a brave Chinese woman who stands up to Japanese imperialism. Like modern day cosplayers of Chinese media, just because the white people creating this film did not intend to be harmful does not change that it was yellowface and racist.

[Previously pictured was a before and after picture of a white Xue Yang cosplayer with blue eyes, brown hair, half of which was dyed blonde in the before image. In the after, they were wearing a long black wig, heavy eye makeup, newly shaped and darkened eyebrows, and robes made to emulate CQL in warm lighting]

Here are before and after pictures of actress Katharine Hepburn in 1944[3] and, previously, was a white Xue Yang cosplayer in 2020. Both had altered their eyes and eyebrows as well as donned black wigs or darkened hair.

[Previously pictured was a Jiang Yanli cosplayer in a black wig and robes meant to emulate the donghua]

Yellowface does not always involve modification to the eyes. In these two images, neither Mary Pickford in Madame Butterfly[4] nor the previously shown modern Jiang Yanli cosplayer have done anything noticeable to shape their eyes. They were, however, both wearing black wigs with traditionally inspired outfits. Jiang Yanli wore a modified version of Tang Dynasty fashion.[5]

[previously pictured was an image of a Wei Wuxian cosplayer with face powdered white and rouge around the eyes. Their eyes were still blue as the Madame Butterfly’s were on the left, and they were wearing a long black wig as well as robes designed to emulate his. This image has been replaced and amended with an additional example of modern theater; the production of The Mikado where one actor is wearing a black wig, the other a Japanese inspired hat, and both are wearing Japanese robes]

The final comparison was an example of a stage actress from the 2015 Fargo-Moorehead Opera production for Madame Butterfly[6] on the left (the earlier movie is an adaptation of the play). [This image was previously erroneously attributed to the Knoxville Opera which faced backlash for their production as they had an all-white cast depicting actors in yellowface in 2019.][7]

Honestly, these images just had a strange similarity to me so that’s why I chose to put these two together. Most importantly, was the similarity in makeup, hair, and East Asian clothing. Though the image is not there any longer, but just google Mo Xuanyu cosplays and ask yourself, if you didn’t know the fandom, would you be able to spot the difference of which one is supposed to be worse?

The new image is just another example of modern yellowface in theater, where the actors do not necessarily wear extensive eye makeup to emulate East Asians but, much like modern cosplayers, nonetheless are trying to look like the Asian characters they play in a Seattle production of The Mikado.[8]

As you can see, it’s pretty sad and disturbing to see how the rise of East Asian media is creating a new modern wave of yellowface. I think white people tend to think that black/brown/yellowface is only about darkening the skin, but that is just not what many depictions of yellowface have been for East and Southeast Asian people.

I know a lot of people recognize this is wrong and I appreciate those of you that do, but if you didn’t recognize the past parallels, please read up on the links below! Researching this was honestly triggering and emotionally taxing and caused a mild breakdown, so if you clown on this post you’re getting blocked.

Despite the post losing effectiveness to an extent from taking down the modern day photos, I suggest a quick google search of cosplays from the series during/after reading this. And if you don't agree with me, feel free to block and don't send more hate to me! I'm not trying to get into fights. I just wanna feel like I have a semi-safe space in the fandom but if this annoys you, it's better to just block me.

HISTORY, Casting White People in Asian Roles Goes Back Centuries[↩︎]︎

Youtube, Dragon Seed (1944) Trailer [↩︎]︎

NBC News, 'Correcting Yellowface': One Woman's Project to Fix Whitewashing[↩︎]︎

IMDB[↩︎]

Stony Brook University, The Influence of Chang-An Culture to Korea and Japan: Cultural Diffusion in the Glorious Age of Tang Dynasty[↩︎]

Howard Sherman, Yellowface Bait-And-Switch With ‘Madama Butterfly’ In Fargo[↩︎]︎

OnStage Blog, Knoxville Opera Forgets It's 2019 and Opts for Yellowface for "Madame Butterfly"[↩︎]︎

Seattle Times, The yellowface of “The Mikado” in your face[↩︎]︎

#mdzs #tgcf #the untamed #racism #madame butterfly #dragon seed #❁#yellowface #when I describe the behavior in the note please do not assume it is about you if you've interacted with me #there are probably dozens of people I've interacted with who I may have already blocked etc.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Policeman’s Daughter – Part Three

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Assault and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Suicide, Murder, Fluff, Slow Burn Smut, Drugs

Words: 5,245

Please comment, like, engage if you like it xo 😘

Shelby Company Limited, Birmingham, 17 September 1924

At around 10 o’clock that day, Tommy had a meeting with Moss, Michael and Arthur at his office in order to ensure that the plan he had hatched in the previous two days came to fruition.

‘So, we are all good for the rallies this evening?’ Tommy asked as Moss, Michael and Arthur sat down with him in the conference room.

‘All this for a fucking woman, eh?’ Arthur asked, causing Tommy to chuckle. Of course, he had more than one motive for organising extensive rallies across Birmingham. Sure, he wanted to see you but he also needed to get a shipment of cocaine out of the city unnoticed.

‘The rallies are going ahead as planned. All but three policemen will be dispatched and busy breaking up the fights’ Moss explained before handing Tommy a list of names of policemen who had recently joined the force.

‘All but three, eh?’ Tommy asked surprised, causing Moss to nod. ‘Are you sure that this list complete?’ Tommy then went on to ask, noticing that none of the men on the list carried the same surname as you.

Moss nodded again before breaking some more news to Tommy.

‘Three of the men have been called into London, investigating a few killings. You may have heard in the news this morning that a High Court Judge had been killed last night’ Moss explained.

‘I’ve heard’ Tommy said before taking a short pause while reading over the list again. ‘Can you tell me who the three men are’ Tommy then went on to say while pointing at the list. In his mind, it was unusual for local coppers to be called to a different district and the killing of the judge was going to be a high-profile case, unsuitable for most small-town policemen to investigate.

Moss was quick to highlight the three names for Tommy before taking his payment and leaving the office just as requested by Tommy.

‘I need you to find out about these three men. Where they have transferred from and why they are here. Get me their addresses and see if they have any skeletons in their closet, eh’ Tommy said, handing the list to Michael.

‘Why?’ Michael asked, unsure about Tommy’s motives.

‘If these men investigate a murder of a judge in London, they aren’t just coppers’ Tommy explained before confirming with Arthur that he has dealt with the security guards at your property.

‘Blackmailed them and paid them Tommy. Just as you ordered’ Arthur confirmed and it was at this point that Tommy called the end of the meeting, allowing Michael and Arthur to get on with their business.

Just as Arthur and Michael left the office, Tommy’s secretary Lizzie walked inside, asking Tommy to sign off on some of the paperwork she had prepared for Shelby Company Limited.

Without acknowledging her, Tommy read the paperwork and signed it. As usual, his thoughts were elsewhere and it wasn’t until Lizzie asked him about his plans for the evening that he acknowledged her.

‘Would you like me to stay back this evening Tommy?’ Lizzie asked while she seductively ran her hand over one of his upper thighs all the way towards his crotch.

‘I’ve got plans this evening Lizzie’ Tommy quickly responded, removing her hand from his thigh while signing the last piece of paper she had given him.

‘It’s been a while since we’ve fucked’ Lizzie then said, looking at Tommy with her dark eyes.

‘It has’ was all he responded with before clearing his throat and getting on with business matters.

Your Residence, Birmingham, 17 September 1924

Meanwhile, earlier that day, your father had told you that he had business to attend to in London. As usual, he didn’t tell you what this business was about but you expected that it had to do with the killing of the high court judge and the three men who, several years ago, caused you so much pain and suffering.

Your father seemed pleased about their killing when he called in at 10 o’clock that morning, asking you whether you had read the paper. Nonetheless, there would be an investigation and, knowing your father, you knew that he was desperate to know as to who did the killing and, more importantly, why.

When you asked him when he would return, he advised you that he wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon and you couldn’t help but chuckle before wishing him safe travels.

At around 7 o’clock that evening, you had a quick bath before picking out your clothes for the evening. You were excited to see Tommy again. But you were also slightly nervous, knowing that you might be spending the night with him.

You had only ever been with one man who was nothing but cruel to you in the end. Intimacy didn’t come naturally to you ever since the night you were hurt and abused.

But you knew that you had to get over all this eventually and, for some reason, you desired Tommy like you never desired any man before. There was something about him that not only made you feel at ease but also attractive and worthy.

He had an aura about him which no one had ever matched and, deep down inside, you knew that you both shared struggles no one else could comprehend.

When you told him about the night your life changed for the worse and your thoughts about ending your own suffering many times in the past, he told you that he understood how you felt.

He told you about France, he told you about the death of his wife and how, on many occasions, he didn’t think it was worth it to carry on like this.

But, he had a son he loved and cared for and assured you that, one day, you would have someone who makes life worth living for.

Of course, you wanted him to be right and, until then, you were determined to try and enjoy life and indulge on what was at offer.

‘Fear nothing Love. Everything after is extra’ was what Tommy had said to you when you told him that you had nearly died that night. And he was right, everything after was extra.

With these thoughts running through your mind, you slipped on some nice lingerie, a nice dress and applied a generous amount of make-up.

At exactly 8 o’clock, you heard a car pull up in front of the property and you looked around for the guards who, miraculously, had disappeared.

You quickly put on your coat, grabbed your handbag and walked outside into the cold autumn air. Without second thoughts, you walked to Tommy’s car and, as soon as you opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat, he pulled you close for a kiss. You didn’t even get a chance to greet him before his lips were firmly connected to yours.

His lips were warm and soft, just as you remembered and you immediately parted your lips, allowing his tongue to enter and explore. His hands were caressing your face as he kissed you for what felt like an eternity.

‘You look beautiful’ he eventually said, quickly gazing over you after your lips drifted apart before putting the car into gear and driving off.

‘How did you know that my father would be going to London?’ you then asked without worrying about where Tommy was taking you.

Without answering your question immediately, Tommy swallowed harshly, realising that your father must be one of the men he asked Michael to research which, yet again, would pose another hurdle for him and you.

‘I didn’t know that he was going to London but I did know about some rallies in Birmingham tonight, keeping all the coppers busy. I was certain that he would have to work’ Tommy explained before asking you for your father’s name.

‘It’s James and he will be in London all weekend’ you smirked, causing Tommy chuckle.

‘All weekend, eh?’ Tommy said while realising that none of the three men on Moss’s list who were travelling to London were named James.

‘Are you alright Tommy?’ you then went on to ask as you became to notice how quiet Tommy had gotten after you told him about your father.

‘Yes Love, there is just some business on my mind’ Tommy explained before changing the topic.

‘Since your father is gone for a while longer than I had expected, how would you like to spend the weekend with me at my house?’ Tommy then went on to ask before realising that this might make you uncomfortable after what you had told him the last time you saw each other and, before you could answer, he qualified his proposal. ‘Separate bedrooms of course and you are free to leave whenever you choose’ he added quickly, taking your hand and running over it gently while trying to concentrate on the road.

‘I would love that Tommy’ you answered equally quick while your hand searched for his thigh.

Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 17 September 1924

After a thirty-minute drive filled with interesting conversations, you finally arrived at Tommy’s house and, when he pulled up in the driveway, you were speechless.

‘How many people do live here exactly?’ you asked while looking at the large mansion.

‘Just me, my son Charles and some maids’ Tommy said as he parked the car and before walking around it, opening the door for you like a gentleman.

‘Right’ you said, clearly lost for words.

‘Common. It’s warmer inside’ Tommy said with a warm smile as he reached for your hand.

As soon as you walked into the door, you were greeted by one of the maids who took your coat and provided Tommy with a list of messages received via phone during the day.

Tommy quickly skimmed over the list and decided that he had to make a quick phone call before he would join you in the reading room.

You were impressed by the decoration in the house, looking around and into each and every direction while Tommy’s maid Francis walked you to the reading room.

‘Miss, would you like a glass of wine, or champaign perhaps?’ Francis then asked and you quickly shook your head, thanking her for her offer.

From the reading room, you could hear Tommy talking to someone in quite a firm tone and you began to wonder how he came into possession of such wealth and position of power as a gypsy.

While you waited for Tommy to return, you walked around the reading room, looking at the books and artwork and, just as you did, a young boy walked inside wearing pyjamas.

‘Hey, you must be Charles’ you said with a friendly voice and the boy nodded shyly.

‘Are you one of the new maids?’ Charlie asked and you quickly shook your head just as Francis walked in behind him.

‘No running away, remember’ Francis said and, just as she did, Tommy finished his phone call and quickly gave Charlie a hug before telling him that it was time to go to bed.

You said goodbye to Charlie and couldn’t help but marvel about the fact that he looked just like Tommy.

‘You are very lucky. He is a beautiful young boy’ you said just after Francis carried Charlie to bed.

‘I am sure you will be just as lucky one day, eh’ Tommy said before pouring you glass of whiskey which you chose to decline.

‘I cannot have children’ you explained, holding your stomach momentarily and, immediately, Tommy sat down next to you and took you into his arms.

‘I am sorry’ he said quietly as you leaned against his shoulder.

‘It’s alright. I made peace with it a long time ago’ you said, still glancing around to take in the artwork and décor.

‘Now, tell me, what is it that you do’ you said, looking into his deep blue eyes.

‘Lots of things’ Tommy responded before pressing his lips onto yours.

‘Lots of things? Right’ you giggled before asking Tommy how he managed to get the security guards your father had employed to turn a blind eye on you leaving that evening and not returning to your home until Sunday.

‘I paid them a substantial amount of money’ Tommy said bluntly.

‘You paid them?’ you asked with surprise and Tommy nodded. ‘Yes, I paid them. Like most things these days, their loyalty was for sale’ Tommy said with a cheeky smile.

‘You know, it seems to me that everyone does what you tell them to do’ you then said, biting your lip as you did.

‘Perhaps’ Tommy then said with a chuckle before causing you to lean against him.

As you did, you could his heart pound and smell the scent of his aftershave. It was divine and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him tightly.

As you held each other close, Tommy gently kissed the top of your head causing you to feel relaxed a little more.

‘Did you want to get some rest? I had Francis prepare one of the guest rooms for you’ Tommy said as he noticed how quiet you had gotten. But the truth was, you simply enjoyed his closeness, his smell and listening to the sound of his beating heart.

‘No Tommy. I also don’t want to stay in the guestroom’ you said shyly but with a slight smirk on your face as you looked up into his deep blue eyes.

‘Where do you want to stay then, eh?’ Tommy smirked, his voice low and gentle, as his hand was slowly feeling down your side, causing your heart to skip a beat when his fingertips brushed against the side of your breast.

‘I thought I could stay in your bedroom…with you’ you said shyly as your eyes met again and he smiled warmly at you, as if he was assuring you that he wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want him to do.

‘I think that could be arranged’ Tommy said before kissing you gently as his fingers continued to traverse your body, slowly walking onto your thigh.

You watched his hand intently after you lips parted from his, feeling frozen like a doe in the headlights but still safe and secure somehow.

You knew that he would stop if you asked him to, so there was no harm in enjoying the pleasant sensations.

You scooted a little closer to him, looking into his eyes with your head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. He had such amazing eyes. And hands. One of which slowly smoothed down your thigh ever so gently.

Your breath caught in your throat as those fingers delicately brushed up your inner thigh and you lifted your head to say something, but you didn’t know what. Your body begged him continue but your mind fought it.

He whispered softly, his lips brushing against your ear and his warm breath causing little goose bumps on your neck. ‘If you would like me to stop, let me know’ he said and your lips quivered as you tried to make a decision.

Logic was fighting a losing battle against libido. You had never been touched this way, not even by yourself and the man you had been with in the past was far from being gentle.

Your internal monologue was shattered when he finally reached beneath your skirt slowly and gently. You leaned into him and buried your face in his neck to stifle a whimper as two more fingers joined the first, casually stroking your through your panties. He smelled wonderful too.

Your body moved seemly with a mind of its own as your hips rising gently with each soft caress of those wonderful fingers. His other hand joined in, his fingertips caressing your cheek and playing across your neck. You couldn’t focus on anything more complicated than that thanks to the stimulation down below and the warmth of his fingers moving along the V of your blouse.

You quivered with desire from his manipulation, one hand now running over your breast and the other dipping his fingers just feeling along the edge of your panties. You looked up at him as he leaned towards you, his lips slowly moving towards yours but teasingly sliding along your cheek instead to whisper in your ear again.

‘Would you like to continue this in my bedroom?’ Tommy asked and you mumbled something in the affirmative.

Tommy smiled at your shyness and took your hand and helped you to your feet. You held onto him for support, your legs still shaky from the experience. He gallantly gave you his arm and you held onto it as you left the reading room and made your way upstairs to Tommy’s bedroom.

When you arrived in his bedroom, Tommy guided you all the way to the front of his large bed which is where he stood before you, reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

You smiled softly and looked at him through half-closed eyes, leaning your face against his hand slightly.

‘I am nervous Tommy’ you shuddered.

‘We don’t have to do anything Y/N’ Tommy said reassuringly.

‘I want to. I just don’t know if I am ready to go all the way…you know’ you said nervously, biting your lip again as you did.

‘We won’t. Just let me make you feel good, eh’ Tommy said gently as he winked at you and you literally had no idea what he meant by that, but nodded anyway.

Tommy then trailed his fingertips down your arm before he kissed you again gently. But this time, his lips moved from yours to your shoulder and neck in no time. You felt yourself start to tremble again. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. All your being was focused on Tommy and you wanted him so badly.

He looked into your eyes with his piercing gaze, placing his hands on your shoulders, whispering softly with his lips almost touching yours.

‘Turn around’ he said and you complied with his request. His hands moved your hair out of the way gently before his lips started to kiss the back of your neck all while his hands started to unzip your dress.

Your dress fell to the floor almost instantly and you stepped out of it slowly before turning around to face Tommy.

You covered your stomach with your hands, covering up your scar as you stood in front of Tommy nervously. Tommy smiled at the sight before him, drawing another blush from you as he traced his finger down the strap and along the edge of the material of your bra, gliding lightly over the gentle swell of your breast.

You stiffened again at feeling a warm gentle touch where you hadn’t let anyone touch you for a long time, but forced yourself to relax and enjoy it.

Tommy then moved your hands away from your stomach gently. ‘Don’t hide it. You are beautiful and I want to see all of you’ Tommy whispered as he traced his finger up your cleavage slowly, drawing a line up along your neck and across your jaw to your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze.

He then leaned down and made your head spin by flicking the tip of his tongue along your cleavage. You shuddered and moaned softly, holding onto his shoulders as your knees wobbled under you. You tangled your fingers in his hair as his lips and tongue teased your skin, eventually wrapping around one strap and slowly pulling it down your shoulder, then doing the same to the other. Unsure of how to react but filled with desire, you kissed and nibbled at his neck as he had done with you. He tasted good too. His fingers flicked briefly behind your back and you felt your bra clasp fall open. You let the bra fall and felt your cheeks flush slightly as your breasts were revealed, almost covering them with your hands before remembering what Tommy had told you.

‘Lie down Love’ he then instructed while he took off his vest and shirt, leaving him wearing nothing but his black suit pants.

After he got partially undressed, he joined you on the large bed and, yet again, guided your hands away from covering yourself up and kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your nervous giggle turned into an elated sigh as he pulled away and, almost suddenly began to trail kisses down your chest and breasts. Your sigh then turned into a moan when his tongue slowly flicked your nipple before mimicked the circular motions of his fingers with his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your head fell back, your eyes fluttered as he made you feel alive.

You whimpered softly as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tenderly sucking on it and lashing at it with his tongue, fondling your other breast with one hand as the other smoothed down your belly. Following his lead, you felt down his body to find his belt buckle, keeping one arm wrapped around him for fear that you might faint. But, his hand covered yours quickly and placed it back on his shoulder, causing you to eye him curiously.

‘Tonight is about you Love’ Tommy said with a grin and you gasped as he caressed his way down to your hips, softly kissing down your belly. Was he going to kiss you there too you wondered as you watched his progression intently.

You arched your body against his lips as they softly pressed against your belly button and Tommy shifted his hands to brush against your inner thighs, smiling up at you as your body reacted to his touch. He then slipped his fingers under the edge of your panties and pulled them down slowly, letting his touch linger on your long legs. She blushed profusely as you lay there beneath him completely naked, the night air teasing all your sensitive spots.

His hands slowly moved up your legs, gently caressing your thighs before parting them gently.

He traversed your body with agonizing slowness and you tensed as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

He wasn’t really going to kiss you there, was he? You blushed even more and whimpered softly with desire as Tommy traced little circles with his tongue slowly towards your centre until, finally, his face hovered between your legs, pausing to enjoy your arousal.

‘Is it alright if I kiss you there?’ Tommy asked, looking up at you as you twitched at the feather light touch of his lips followed by the hot air of his breath.

‘Are you serious?’ you forced out with a moan.

‘Yeah’ Tommy said with a low voice and you shyly nodded, thinking it was a strange request until, suddenly, his lips touched your wet mound.

‘Oh Jesus’ you moaned at the sensation as he placed gently small kisses over your mound but your moan soon turned into scream of pleasure when, suddenly, Tommy darted his tongue and licked through your slit.

His teasing had already brought you to the brink and you felt like you would explode. What was this feeling, you wondered? It was new and unfamiliar to you.

You inhaled sharply at the pleasure coursing through you as Tommy’s warm tongue traced slowly up your slit and then slowly back down. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you pressed his face between your legs, your whole body seemingly on fire as he licked up and down, moving a little deeper inside you with each pass. He used his soft lips to tenderly nibble on your folds, triggering another incoherent outburst of encouragement. Then he ever so gently pressed his lips to your clit.

Your entire body writhed with pleasure from his touch, fireworks going off in your mind. Slowly Tommy smoothed his tongue over your clit, back and forth, up and down. You moaned loudly, all thoughts gone from your mind save for his tongue. He then caressed your thigh briefly and brought his hand to your slit, where he began to gently glide his finger in and out of you. By this point you let go of his hair and dug your nails into the sheets, shuddering as his finger moved within you. Then he added a second finger and your moans became even louder as he stroked a special spot on each pass, lighting up all of your senses.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you moaned loudly as, finally, you began to experience your first orgasm, convulsing as the pleasure washed through your like a wildfire.

You were a shaking mess after as little as ten minutes of Tommy pleasuring you with his tongue and finger, crying and whimpering for him. Screaming his name for all the maids in the house to hear.

After you finally came down from your high, Tommy gently withdrew his tongue and fingers from you and rose, kissing his way back up your body gently.

You wrapped your arms tight around him, nuzzling his neck as your body quivered from your experience.

‘You taste fucking amazing Love’ he then grinned, clearly satisfied by what he had just achieved.

‘Really?’ you chuckled, still surprised by his actions. You didn’t realise that anyone does things like that, kissing and licking intimate places like this.

‘Yeah, really’ Tommy smirked before he kissed you again, gently but yet passionately and, as he did, you could taste your juices on his tongue and on his lips.

‘See’ Tommy smirked after your lips had parted and you couldn’t help but giggle.

‘Now can I taste you?’ you asked as you slipped your hand over his crotch, feeling how hard he was, straining against his pants.

‘There is no need Love. I can wait’ Tommy said reassuringly, not wanting to push you farther than you were really prepared to go. It was also obvious to him that you had never done this before.

‘Please’ you then said shyly, raising up over him slightly and he nodded, giving you permission to proceed with whatever you are comfortable with.

You began to place little sucking kisses on his neck, then on his shoulders. Then you began to kiss down his chest, occasionally adding a little lick here and there just as he had done with you. Tommy smiled down at you as your fingers and tongue slowly walked down his body.

Your hands were trembling with anticipation as you unbuckled and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then you pulled his pants down along with his briefs and freed his cock. His erection stood proud before you, begging to be touched.

Tommy let out a quiet moan as you reached out and gingerly brushed your fingertip along the head, feeling it respond to your touch. You then began to gently stroke up and down his shaft, watching his expressions to try to find what he liked best. You slipped your finger between your lips briefly to wet it, then drew circles around the head before bringing your mouth down towards his hard member.

Experimentally you extended your tongue and brushed it against the tip, smiling as Tommy let out a sexy growl of approval. You began to circle the head with your tongue, smiling up at him each time you made him twitch or moan. Then you closed your lips around the head of his shaft, hungrily lapping and sucking.

‘That’s it Love, fuck’ Tommy moaned while brushing his hands gently through your hair. He seemed to like this best of all, judging by his growls.

You soon began to taste small amounts of precum which had escaped from his shaft and you were savouring the taste and texture and the pleasure you were giving him.

‘Come up here Love. I am close’ Tommy barely managed to force out after you bobbed your head up and down his shaft for the past ten minutes, your lips closing and sucking around him firmly while your tongue explored every inch of his hardness.

‘Cum in my mouth Tommy’ you demanded while disconnecting your lips briefly, causing Tommy to growl even louder.

‘Fuck’ Tommy growled within seconds, causing you to smile all while you could feel his shaft pulsate inside your mouth.

Then, another few seconds later, he bucked his hips slightly and involuntarily, while, with one loud groan, he began to fill your mouth with his sweet and warm cum.

Another curse word soon escaped him as he let rope after rope of his warm seed flow into you and you were quite surprised by how much there was of it.

After you collected at all in your mouth and Tommy slowly began to come down from his high, you looked up at him with your eyes full of questions.

Unsure about what to do, you swallowed, causing Tommy to groan again briefly as he watched. Quite obviously, it turned him and you were quite satisfied being able to pleasure him the same way he pleasured you.

‘Come here, eh’ Tommy then ordered with a gentle voice and crawled back up on his body and leaned your head against his chest, listening to his still somewhat racing heart.

‘So, people do that kind of stuff’ you huffed out with shy but cute giggle.

‘Yeah’ Tommy chuckled, adoring your shyness in sweetness.

Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 18 September 1924

After having explored your sexual desires with Tommy and some more gentle intimacy and pillow talk, you eventually managed to fall asleep at around 11 o’clock with your body pressed firmly against Tommy’s.

Together, you only needed about half the bed as your bodies were intermingled with each other and you loved feeling his closeness.

But, unfortunately for you, it was around 4 o’clock in the morning that yet another one of your nightmares ripped through you, causing you to kick and scream in your sleep.

Your nightmares always felt real, causing you to wake in a state of panic and anxiety.

Just as your dream was worsening and you let out a loud cry, you could hear Tommy’s voice, calm and deep.

‘Y/N, shhh, it’s alright’ you heard Tommy say gently, his hands running through your hair as he held you close just as you woke from your nightmare.

‘It’s just a dream. You are safe, eh’ he said as he held onto you, realising that you were close to having a panic attack.

‘Tommy’ you said with a small cry as your breathing was easing almost immediately.

‘I am here. It was just a dream’ he said again calmly and reassuring before kissing your forehead.

‘I am sorry Tommy. I must have woken you’ you said, looking at him through the dim light of the small lamp which Tommy had left on upon your request.

‘No Love, I have trouble sleeping and I get those too, the nightmares’ Tommy then said as you rested back against him but this time with your eyes wide open.

‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ you then went to ask after a few minutes of silence.

‘Yeah, common. I know just the place, eh’ Tommy suggested with a warm smile and off you went into the cold spring night.

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