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eddiezpaghetti · 3 months

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It has come to my attention that SOME OF YOU who read my last Byler post remain UNCONVINCED. So I'm gonna tack onto it this:

I'm older than fucking God and air, and I've been out and proud since 2007. Yes, I know what homophobia is, and yes, I know what queerbaiting is. I know about Supernatural and Teen Wolf and Sherlock and blahdyblahdyblah. No new ground is being covered here. I thought I made that clear in the original post, but, clearly, I did not.

I am aware of queerbaiting and homophobia, and I'm still wholeheartedly certain in Byler being canon anyway.

Okay, so there are three types of relationship I want to discuss when it comes to queerbaiting. They're all, like, "queer relationships that could have happened, but didn't".

First off, queer-coding. This isn't really a thing so much anymore, but it still crops up every once in a while. I'd argue it probably happens most with male-male relationships in family shows these days. First example that comes to mind is Mr. Smiley and Mr. Frowny from Steven Universe. You can't make a relationship canon because some shitty overhead bastard overhead said no, so you get as close as you can without compromising the show. Can't make someone gay? Well, now their comedy routine is a blatant allegory for a romantic relationship. Boom-shaka-laka. This is something I don't see being a problem with regards to Stranger Things, but I want it to be there as contrast, a demonstration of one of many things queerbaiting is not. However, one could argue that, thus far, Will Byers is, canonically, queer-coded. It's pretty fucking heavily implied in the show, and the creators have confirmed it, and you're gonna be able to see it if you're not FUCKING BLIND, but word of god is not technically canon which means that interviews don't technically make something canon, blahdyblahdyblahdyblah, technicalities, Robin has been explicitly stated in the text to be queer while Will has, thus far, not, outside of good ol' Show-Don't-Tell. Of course, anyone with two brain cells to rub together can tell that that's going to change by the end of Season 5, but, hey, for what it's worth, I'm throwing this out there.

Alrighty, Thingamajingama Number Two: "Oops, I accidentally made the greatest love story known to man." AKA, a genuine, honest-to-goodness mistake. Unfortunately, we do live in a heteronormative society. Sometimes people who don't think about being gay much write a friendship that's incredibly compelling and don't even consider the possibility that it could have been read as romantic. Something something Top Gun something. This is, again, not queerbaiting. This is Steddie, this is Ronance, this is Elmax, this is your favorite flavor of non-canon ship this week, this is not Byler. The creators know DAMN well what they're doing. They've talked about it. We know this. Nothing new here.

Which brings us to the topic of discussion here. Actual queerbaiting. This usually starts out as an "accidental greatest love story", and then reacts to fan response. And when I say "reacts", I mean like a goddamn chemical reaction. Like bleach and ammonia, bitch. It's noxious and it's gonna kick your fucking ass without mercy. This is when a creator is like, "Hey, let's get our queer audience invested, but we're not actually going to give them what they want because our straight audience isn't here for that/we personally think it's gross/we don't give enough of a shit to want to research a goddamn thing to write a real gay character," blah blah blah whatever excuse they want to come up with this time.

And when you think "queerbaiting", I want you to think "bullying". Because that's what it is. It's lucrative bullying, like beating us up and taking our lunch money, but it's bullying all the same. And it's a real goddamn thing, even if people misuse the word a lot, often when they mean one of the two above, sometimes when they mean "bury your gays", which is another homophobic thing entirely that I'm not going to get into here. Queerbaiting is the thing we're focused on, and it's real, and it's bullying. And here's the reason I want you to think of it as bullying:

They

Think

It's

Funny.

They are actively making fun of us.

That's why Dean had the "Cas, get out of my ass," line in Supernatural. It's why the "Do you like boys?" line happened in Teen Wolf. It's why "Lie with me, Watson," happened in the RDJ Sherlock Holmes movies. Because "It's just a joke, mate." "It was just a prank, bro." "You didn't really think it would happen, did you?" "You should see your face."

So here's probably the biggest reason I don't think it's specifically queerbaiting in this specific instance of Will Byers and Mike Wheeler.

Stranger Things has never, not once, made a gay joke. Ever.

Every single time queerness comes up, it's dead serious.

Lonnie calls Will a fag, and the show is not at all reluctant to show what a goddamn horrible person he is. And when Hopper latches onto that, it's not as "Hahah, is he gay, though?" It's because he's trying to determine a potential motive for Will's disappearance, and even if someone had interpreted it as a joke, Joyce immediately has a line that functions as snapping her fingers in front of the audience's face and yelling "FOCUS" when she says "He's MISSING." Basically outright saying "This isn't funny!"

Troy calls him a fairy, along with targeting Lucas and Dustin for their skin color and disability respectively, and Mike gets damn near murderous. Troy is portrayed as a goddamn monster and the show portrays it as justice when El makes him piss his pants and later breaks his arm.

Steve calls Jonathan "queer" as a slur and gets the shit beat out of him for it.

Billy's father is revealed to be homophobic and abusive in the same breath.

Mike says "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" and we're shown how devastated Will is and Mike immediately follows him to beg for forgiveness.

There is a joke in Robin's coming-out scene, but it's not at Robin's expense. It's at Steve's. Specifically for being heteronormative.

Jonathan has multiple scenes where he's trying so hard to tell Will that he's always going to love him as he is, whether he's gay or not, without pressuring him to come out before he's ready.

Even when there's a little bit of ribbing at Robin's expense, it's always because she's an awkward nerd who's nervous around pretty girls, just the same as Lucas and Dustin are teased when they both first develop crushes on Max, and even then, even then, it always comes as a package deal where they make fun of Steve's girl problems at the same time.

Stranger Things is an emphatically pro-gay show. It may not be the core point of the show the way it is in, say, Our Flag Means Death, but there is nothing less than respect for its queer characters. Its queer characters are always taken completely seriously. No one is making fun of us. They never have. That's why I have serious doubts that this is queerbaiting. It would come completely out of left field for the bullying to start in Stranger Things' final season.

So it's not at all likely to be queerbaiting because queerness is taken completely seriously. The creators have talked about Will's queerness, at least, so it's not an accident. And queer-coding would be silly to expect from this show when it's already on its final season. Like, what is Netflix gonna do? Cancel it? Not to mention all the explicit queerness that's in there already. And no one's gonna "What about the children?" a show that's had sex scenes in it since the first season.

There's no fakeout here. It's gonna happen. Breathe.

#byler #Part 2 I fucking guess.#Wasn't planning on making a Part 2 but here we are.#I seriously just want you guys to feel safe.#I'm not naive. I do not say any of this shit lightly.#But I've been around the block long enough to know what queerbaiting looks like and this ain't it. Promise.#Will's already been confirmed as in love with Mike for fuck's sake. You don't think the other half of the equation's gonna follow through?#There has only ever been one other situation where I've gone 'Okay this is going in gay places' with no doubt whatsoever without being told #And that was with Daja in Tamora Pierce's 'Will of the Empress' when I read it at like sixteen or whatever #and she wound up having whole-ass fuckin' gay sex.#I was right then and I'm right now. I swear.

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rosedom · 2 months

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Since you always serve us, let me serve you an imagination ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Imagine aether or scara being so bratty and pouty all day, just genuinely being a cute meanie saying how they don't want to talk to you because they're so stressed out so you start kissing them everywhere and showering them with love, giving them the softest vanilla sex they've ever had. And the best part was you weren't even rough, you treated them like the king's they fucking are but they look so fucked dumb and cock drunk like they'd just beg you not to pull out because they just want more of your love cuz who wouldn't want a someone like you 😭🫰

—🪷

"in an open match, 【 🪷 】 has invited AETHER to play . . . stressed by day, blissed by night

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!aether, snarky aether (at first), couch sex, vaginal fingering & sex, gentle & full of praise, creampie, cockwarming .

A/N : i chose aether ,, i am a simple man . . .

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Today's been a busy day for Aether.

Commission after commission, all with no fruits to show for his reaping. And all day, he'd whined at you and shooed you away, pouting at you whenever you tried to so much as lay a soft kiss against his lips.

Really, he's been nothing short of a brat.

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You whine, draping yourself across your boyfriend's shoulders and nuzzling into his neck, shy of his blushing ear. The pointed tip of it jabs into your temple, but you pay it no mind as you busy yourself with the expanse of his honeyed skin. "But baby—"

Aether tilts, turns his head away from you, but it only serves to expose more skin to your light touch. He groans and reaches for your head, batting at your hair until you whine again. "'m stressed," he says, as if that's a good 'nuff answer for you.

"And I'm your—" Aether moves his hand to clamp over your mouth instead, keeping you from saying anything else.

When you lick at his palm, he grumbles at you, a disgruntled n' whiny "stopp." The sound is rather pitiful, really, but you grin nonetheless; it makes you wanna see what other lil' sounds you can draw out of his pretty throat.

"But baby," you drawl, repeat it, dragging your tongue across the freckles on his neck and pausing to suckle at the bob of his Adam's apple. "I missed you." You try to frown, right into the hollow of his throat, make him feel your hankering.

At his responding whimper—a sound you feel wash over your ear, a vibration that reverberates through your lips and down to your toes—, you can't help but go back to grinning, instead.

Hook, line, and sinker, all without even getting his knickers down to his knees !

So, "Baby," you say.

He tries to hum, at that; but his soft, sounding sound is more akin to another breathless whimper, one masquerading as a meak "hm."

"You're tired."

"No shit." Well. He's got his voice back enough to snide, to yip and yap at your gentle teases; but, really, he's loosening in your arms and under your wandering lips. His attitude is a only a weak façade, the physical accumulation of the day's—the week's, the month's, the year's, the fucking life's—stresses.

With a last, suckling kiss to a prominent freckle—more of a beauty mark, to be honest, pigmented and stark amidst otherwise subtle freckles, lots of sunspots—atop his clavicle, one you found by tugging his scarf down, you lean back on up and bump your nose against his.

Gently, you shush him; then you press your lips against his, soft and slow and sweet, letting him melt into you. He whimpers, again, even without the introduction of tongue.

Aether is, simply put, fuckin' exhausted.

You tell him so. "You're exhausted," you say, enunciate, nipping at his bottom lip as you leave it kiss-bitten and red. This time, he doesn't snark, and you know then and there that he's submitted. "Let me take care of you tonight, honey. Please?"

He nods, and, "Okay. Okay. Please." Your name is gasped out, too, smothered in the messy kiss you give him at the first go-ahead.

"My sweet Aether," you murmur.

"Y-yeah?"

Getting his garments off is easy: scarf, done; crop top, off and tossed away; knickers and boxers, gone in one fell-swoop. He's bare in front of you quickly, the expanse of scarred, freckled and sun-spotted skin absolutely appetizing, to you.

And, in gentle reply, smoothed right to the erratic flutter of his pulse: "Let me make you feel good."

After that, moving him to the sofa is an mindless thing; you push him to sit down, get comfy, for the mere seconds it takes you to strip yourself. Clothes gone—out of sight, out of mind—you tumble on top of him, and he giggles—tired, huffing lil' things, but still giggles, nonetheless—, and you smother him in kisses, in sweet praises.

His giggles turn to gasps, his gasps into quiet moans. You're working another deep mark into his neck when he starts grinding into you, and you decide it's time to move on. "Up, up," you mutter, taking hold of his pretty hips, the fat of them filling your palms, and spin the two of you around.

Aether yelps your name, clinging onto your shoulders as his world is upended. "What—" he starts, whines, but you settle him properly onto your lap and bump your groin against his. The whisper of your cock against his makes him shiver.

Around you, his arms shake; his abs ripple when you tease your fingertips down his torso, the hair of his happy trail; and his hips try to jump away at the feeling of your fingers across his cunt. You hold him down easily enough with one arm—a feat made easy thanks to his exhaustion, sure, but mainly the utter trust he placed in you—, and ask him, softly, "What'd I say, honey?"

"H-huh?" Whimperin' like a pup, he shakes his head, crying out when your fingers gentle him open, one, two, three. The process is long, sure; but it's an art, to you—an act of love as each finger slips inside, the stretch of each one you soothe with kisses and sweet words.

You curl the three of them upwards, soaked down to your wrist, bumping your palm against his jutting cock. "What'd I say, earlier? Told you I was gonna do two things to you tonight."

Aether whines, clenching around your knuckle-deep fingers. "Y—you, ah—" You slide them out slowly, and he catches his breath, hot puffs of air against your own marked-up throat. "You said you'd take care of me."

"And?" you implore, not unkindly. He mewls, shivers, lets you lift him up enough to nudge the swollen, pre-cum slick head of your cock against his hole. "And what, darlin'?"

He moans, high and ready, scrambling for hold on your biceps when you slowly drop him, giving him inch by inch of your cock. "A-and—" he tries, at first, before he crumbles and falls forward into your neck once more at the pressure of your cock against his g-spot.

"Breathe, honey, breathe. You're doing so well, lettin' me take care of you, lettin' me—"

"Make me feel good! You—" he squirms on your cock, crying out desperately into your neck. He squeezes your upper arms like his cunt squeezes your dick: deliciously. "You said you'd—you'd make me feel good."

Lifting him up is easy; dropping him is even easier. He mewls and moans, whimpers and whines, and he gives you total control of his tired body. "That's right, Aeth," you coo, nipping at his ear and groaning at the slick slide of him on you, you in him. "I said I'd take care of you, and I'd make you feel good. You're perfect, lettin' me do these things to you, lettin' me make you feel nice, just as nice as you deserve."

You know it's a little cruel, forcing him up and down on your cock when he's already this tired; but the strain in his thighs is sweet, the gentle motions of your cock even more-so. He's boneless with pleasure, melting into your body while you maneuver him in the way that makes you both feel oh-so good.

Your orgasm, then, takes you by surprise. It's a slow n' steady build, one that washes over you in gentle waves and has you tugging Aether down onto you—a motion that makes him cry out n' harshly clench around your cock and leaves his cunt, wet n' sloppy, spasming, milking you for your cum. But it's rapturous nonetheless, and you reach down to thumb at his own cock and bring him over the edge, too.

"Good boy," you murmur, the two of you reveling in the remnants of your orgasms: you, in the wet-warmth of his cunt; and him, with the heat of your cum settling warm and deep in him.

However, when you try to move, try to pull out your softened cock, he cries, squeezes tight on you and keeps you snug in him. "Don't pull out," he whispers, and who are you to deny him?

"Alright, honey." He settles back into your lap enough for you to pull a throw over you both, tucking him up in warmth from all sides—inner and outer. You can feel his contented sigh in your own chest, his arms falling limp around your middle as he deeply breathes, dozes off.

Holding him close, feeling the rise and fall of his body against yours, you wonder whether you may have made him feel a bit too good—if such thing even exists. (You don't think it does.)

Today's been a busy day, after all; tonight an even busier night.

writing with my dick out ngl . . . i kind of took the request in another direction (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) maybe not as cock-drunk as straight up cock-passed-the-hell-out.

1 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#【 🪷 】#took me so much not to say “full of cm” too in the CW . . .#sub aether #aether x reader #aether smut #i love him so so much <3 #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ftm smut #top reader #dom reader #amab reader

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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Training Tensions

A second part of Early Mornings (link in masterlist and coming soon) in a way. Showing the beginning of the mateship/courting between Cassian, our illyrian oc (who now has a name), and Nesta. But with a plot twist so I have an excuse for something that may get posted later.

Summary - Nesta can't help falling harder and harder for Irelina. They've been ignoring it for months now, but the dam has to break at some point

Warnings - fxmxf threesome inferred, oral, mentions of a trouple/poly-relationships, husband encouraging someone else to bang his wife (because Cassian is a king), mentions of impact play, wing play, oh and some actually emotionally stuff. It's NSFW but not as spicy as I've been known to post

A/N - I hadn't intended to add to Early Morning much, but when I'm in a writers block, my mind goes back to her, Nesta, and Cassian, and the emotional bond between her and Nesta. So you may occasionally see pieces of them sprinkled between other updates.

"He's just selfish!" Nesta landed another harsh punch that had Irelina smiling with pride inside despite the stinging in her hands growing. "He just thinks he knows everything," another sharp punch landed on her pad. "And for being able to get into people's heads, he understands nothing."

The final blow caught her off guard. Nesta pulled a move the young female watched her use while she was sparring with Cassian. A faked right into a left into the stomach. Nesta gasped as she doubled over. Eyes wide in shock as she began to cough.

"I'm so sorry!" Nesta was at her side, a hand gently touching her back. "I-"

"Don't apologize," she wheezed out. She placed her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths through her nose as Cassian ran over.

"What happened?" Nesta backed away, only for Irelina to reach for her hand and hold her there. Electricity shooting through her at the contact.

"She's a visual learner," is all she said. "She took a fake shot on me and it worked because we had hardly even discussed that yet. I'm so proud of you, Ness."

Nesta's face slightly flushed with the praise before she buried it away.

Training the next day involved her and Nesta in meditation. Focusing on their inner self. "I can feel how unsettled you are. Talk to me." It was a gentle invitation. One Nesta took immediately.

"I just do not understand how you all sat there and did not tell Feyre she would die."

Nesta watched her eyes open. "There was not a single day that went by since I found out that I did not want to tell her. Trust me." Irelina paused, looking towards where Cassian and Azriel were sparring. "It just was not my place. I do agree it was not handled properly, though."

Nesta's mind froze, unprepared to have her feelings validated. "You don't think I'm wrong?"

She shook her head at Nesta, eyes closed again. "I think Rhysand, my dearest brother, should have included his mate and wife in decision making regarding their babe and her body. I feel HE should have told her right away and included her in the search to find solutions."

She opened her eyes, finally looking at Nesta with that gaze that reminded the younger female of molten honey. "I do not think you told her from a place of genuine concern and love, though. That is the only thing I do not believe was handled correctly on your end."

Nesta sook her head. "I do love her, it was concern."

"It is not your love I question, Ness. It's your intention. In your heart, yes, you meant well. In your subconscious, no." Nesta studied the illyrian female, her beautiful face and scarred wings. "I think you are grieving so deeply, Nesta, your heart has begun to be poisoned. You are blinded by your rage and hurt. I understand that heartache."

"We failed you," she continued. "We failed you, and Elain, multiple times. We failed you when you were forced into that Cauldron, we failed you when you were recovering, we failed you when your father died, and we failed you after the war."

Nesta felt her heart swelling, her eyes beginning to water. She had longed to hear those exact words for nights now.

"I failed you," Irelina said softly. "I failed you when I allowed you to go down the same pathway I did of numbing yourself through booze and sex. I failed you when I wasn't there every day and night holding you. I failed you, and I will never be able to make up for it."

She held her hand to Nesta, then gently laced their fingers together. "Everything you are feeling, little dove, every piece of anger, of longing, of sadness, of self doubt, of absolute burning sheer rage, you are valid in those feelings. You are allowed to feel those feelings." She brought Nesta's hand to her lips, kissing the top of it gently, "it's how we move forward in how you process those feelings, how you let them free, that makes the difference in your soul's peace or turmoil."

Nesta was awake before her. Before Azriel and Cassian. Eyes locked in the fire burning in the hearth. Her dreams were haunted by Irelina, but not the way her nightmares had plagued her.

They were haunted by gentle touches, soft whispered words of love, support, and encouragement.

They were haunted by memories of the two of them, when Rhys would allow her off her leash and the two of them would spend time reading, finger tips running up and down her arm as Irelina jotted down notes for reports or flipped her horror novel behind her.

Nesta jumped when soft hands found her waist, a kiss placed on her temple. "Why are you up so early, dove?" She shivered at the sound of her voice laced in sleep. "Want breakfast or coffee? I can steal some tea from Azriel too?"

Nesta's mind flashed to the last time they had breakfast alone, to when Irelina served her coffee and the fluffiest pancakes she had ever had. Nesta had hardly been able to control herself around Irelina and Cassian for weeks after that, but her rage towards Cassian helped. Her jealousy of hearing him make his wife a begging mess helped.

"I was wondering if we could not train today?" Nesta asked quietly. "Just take a day to relax, you and me?"

"I'd have to ask Azriel," she said. "But I will work something out with him. Did you want breakfast?"

Azriel had not let Nesta out of training. Following his orders to a t, much to both of the females disappointment.

Nesta and Irelina were sparring basic hand to hand and currently locked together. It didn't take her but a spare second to take Nesta to the ground, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head.

Nesta's chest was heaving, her eyes wide and mouth parted slightly. Irelina's brows scrunched together at the same time Cassian gripped his chest over his heart and Azriel's shoulder.

She was off Nesta in an instant, moving through the House of Wind as Nesta ran after her.

She locked herself into the bathroom of her and Cassian's room, sinking against the wall. Nesta jiggled the door handle forehead against the cool wood, "Irelina, let me in." She knocked softly. "Talk to me, please. I know you're scared. I was scared when I felt it too, but you've made me feel so safe, please."

She heard Cassian's footsteps. "Lark? Baby, what's wrong?" Irelin didn't answer. Sitting with her head against the wall, a new silver thread gleaming next to a golden one. She tugged them both before closing the bond down.

Cassian knew the message, placing a hand around Nesta's shoulders as he saw that pretty silver string too. "Give her a little bit, dove. She's shocked."

"You knew?" Cassian nodded at her question.

"Of course, dove. I knew the second I laid eyes on you in that manor you were mine, ours." Lark and dove, Nesta noted immediately. His little birds. The thought spread warmth through her body. The thought of being his. Of being Irelina's. Of being theirs.

Irelina skipped dinner, punching her feelings into one of the spare bags into the early hours of night.

Nesta could feel her confusion, her excitement, her pain radiating through her hands.

Cassian and Azriel had left for the evening claiming there was an emergency in Windhaven, and telling Nesta to behave herself while they were gone. Nesta closed her book, walking to the training grounds and sitting to watch Irelina.

She was covered in sweat, muscles and breasts shining in the light of the full moon. She struck the punching bag quick, precise, and repeatedly. She was wearing nothing more than a tight pair of leggings and a bra built for training. Her dark hair was messily braided back with a few pieces framing her high cheekbones.

Nesta felt her eyes trapped on the muscles flexing in her thighs and arms. Irelina paused, her head turning to Nesta. She shook whatever thoughts were running through her mind off and went back to beating the punching bag.

The loud flapping of wings and a soft thud next to Nesta ripped her from the inappropriate place her mind was going.

"She likes to bathe after doing this," it was an emotionless purr that made Nesta growl. "She likes lilac oils and red wine. Plenty of bubbles."

Nesta glared towards Rhysand. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Cassian asked me to ensure you took care of her tonight since he won't be here to do it himself. It is your duty, after all, as her mate." Rhysand took off again, flying back to the home he and Feyre were staying in.

Her mate. The words replayed over and over again like a crescendo in a symphony. Her mate.

Nesta prepared a bath for her, pouring the scented oil and wine for both of them, and waited. Irelia froze at the door, already wrapped in a towel.

Nesta took a step back from the bath, sitting in the vanity chair. "I thought you needed something to help you relax. You don't seem okay lately."

She nodded. "Thank you." She moved toward the tub, stepping shamelessly out of the towel and into the warm water. Nesta was reading her romance novel while Irelina bathed. Her eyes locked on the sultry scene being painted for her between the two female love interests. Her thighs began to squeeze together occasionally, begging for friction.

Her eyes began to flick to the naked illyrian female. Her breasts were peeking above the water, bubbles hiding the toned body and curves below.

Nesta was desperate to touch her. To kiss her. To have her. "Your back looks sore," she stated. "Do you want me to come rub it?"

The scent in the air changed immediately. The lilac oil mixing with something slightly musky. "If you'd like to?"

Nesta swallowed that bit of fear in her bones, moving to the tub behind her and sitting with her legs in the warm water.

The steam in the room was thick as if it was adding to the tension between the two females. Nesta moved her wet dark hair over one shoulder and began rubbing her shoulders. A soft moan had Nesta almost pausing before moving lower. "Cassian needs to give you a massage," Nesta joked.

"He tries," she laughed out. "He really does. But he gets distracted."

"I can see how." The words came out before Nesta could stop them. They hung in the air like magic. Lingering in their effect on both of them. Irelina turned between Nesta's legs, wet hands trailing her bare right calf.

"You can't say things like that, Nesta. Our self control with you is already low." She lifted Nesta's long left leg over her shoulder and trailed a few testing kisses up her calf. "There's so many things I long to do to you, Nesta."

The oldest Archeron sister's face had flushed. She pulled her dress up further exposing her legs, then her stomach, then her breasts until it was off and they were both laid bare to each other. "Show me," Nesta whispered. "Show me what you want to do to me."

So Irelina did.

Cassian could smell sex in his room the second the door opened. He knew one scent immediately. Pomegranate and currants, his wife. The other a vanilla spicy musk with touches of amber.

A familiar moan had him hard instantly as he moved mindlessly to the bathroom door.

The sight behind that door was heaven. Nesta had his mate laid out on the tile bathroom floor, her back arched as her hands tangled in Nesta's freed long hair.

Nesta had her head between his mate's thighs, tongue and mouth working her timidly but encouraged by each hair pull and breathy gasp. "Like that, Ness, please, fuck."

Cassian moved the chair Nesta had previously been in, drinking the wine that was opened straight from the bottle. Nesta looked up, seeing him and pausing, ripping a pleading whine to leave his wife's throat.

"Don't stop on my account," his voice was deep, laced with arousal as he watched Nesta. "Keep going, Ness. Unless you need me to show you how to make that pretty bird sing?"

Nesta's eyes grew dark at the offer. At the thought of learning how to draw the same noises from Irelina the way Cassian did. He smirked, moving to Nesta. He took one of his wife's beautiful legs, placing it over Nesta's shoulder, similar to how she had pulled Nesta apart earlier. "Do to her exactly what you want done to you, Ness."

So she did, sucking her clit into her mouth and licking that bundle of nerves.

"Fuck. Please?" Moans turned into whimpers as Irelina pulled Nesta's face further into her heat.

Cassian ran a long finger down Nesta's spine, feeling every bump and ridge. Memorizing every building muscle. Nesta hummed under his touch, sending vibration through his wife causing another crying moan. "Is this okay, Nesta?" She whined in response, arching up for Cassian. "What a beautiful little thing you are, sweetheart. We've wanted you for so long."

"So long," his mate moaned and confirmed.

Nesta woke up between two warm bodies, two sets of wings caging her in like weighted blankets of protection. She turned to her side and traced Irelia's Face and played with her lashes causing the other female to wrinkle her nose and pull her closer. "Did we hurt you?" Nesta shook her head at the sleepy tone from the other female. "This doesn't have to change anything between us, Ness. We can still just cuddle, read, and be friends."

Nesta swallowed thickly. "And if I want more? If I'm ready for more?"

"Then we're more," she whispered. "But he is part of the deal, so you two will need to work on your…. Current relationship."

"I don't know how."

She ran a hand through Nesta's hair. "Let him train you with me. Stop pushing him away. Talk to him. Cassian can be rough, but once those walls you two seem to fortify around each other melt and bend, you're both these soft creatures needing love and validation. Gentle understanding."

She pulled Nesta to her, kissing her lips softly. Nesta rolled them over carefully, a hand going to Irelia's Delicate wing, making her arch her back.

"Oh?" Nesta rose a brow. "I thought Feyre was kidding."

Irelia shook her head quickly. "Pretty serious. Watch." She watched as Irelina danced long limber fingers on the ridge of Cassian's wing. "Get on top of him. Take what's yours, dove. I know you want him back inside of you." She tugged that string, making Nesta gasp. "Shall we turn him to putty?"

Cassian woke up to Nesta on his already hard cock, riding as she kissing Irelina, whose pretty dripping cunt was just in reach of his happily awaiting tongue.

Azriel sat with his hands folded at the table as the three of them emerged one by one. The scent of it was overwhelming. The ridiculously pungent bond. The heavy scent of sex.

He rose a brow at Irelina, knowing the female would tell him everything shamelessly to draw jealousy out of him.. "Anything happen while we were gone? Anything I as Nesta's babysitter need to know about."

She rolled her eyes at him, forcing Nesta into her normal seat next to Cassian and taking the spot next to Azriel.

"You can join us next time if it makes you feel better, Spymaster." Cassian and Nesta's eyes both lit up. "Maybe I'll even let you beat me with a cane or hang me from the ceiling."

Nesta noticed how that immediately got Azriel's attention. His scarred hand flying to Irelina's neck. "You know better than to tease me, little bat." Azriel smirked at the shock on Nesta's face. "Welcome to the throuple, Ness. Excuse me while I go remind this pretty little thing who is actually in charge between the 3 of us." He took Irelina by her neck back up the stairs, whispering in her ear as he moved with her.

Cassian leaned back with a smirk. "Welcome, dove. Might want to start mentally preparing for that one."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #cassian x nesta #nesta x reader #nessian x reader #cassian x illyrianoc

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adventuringblind · 19 days

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Rock Gardens

Maxiel x Reader

Genre: Magical-Realism Fluff

Summary: Just because she's a low level earth elemental doesn't mean she's useless! Actually, she loves her rock and wishes everyone could see how she does. The media and fans have other things to say about it and Max and Daniel refuse to see their rock loving gremlin so sad.

Warnings: Toxic media, protective Max and Daniel

Notes: For 🎀, I hope you like it!!

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Her powers aren't something she likes to flaunt around to the media. They aren't flashy or give her some massive show of strength. They're still hers, though. She loves them, and that's all that matters.

Max and Daniel had stumbled across her when she first started working with Redbull as a data analyst. Her affinity for the ground helps her assess possible tire degradation around different circuits. When they hired her, it was the first time somebody had said her powers were useful.

Her office at the factory is decorated with all her rocks. Some she's found over the course of going to races. Others she's shaped over extended periods of time. Still, each one represents something. A testament to some event in her life.

Daniel and Max had wandered into her office for no particular reason other than a tour. Max felt is necessary to show Daniel all the changes that had gone on in the last four years. Her office being one of them.

Technically speaking - it was new to both of them. She'd never had direct contact with Max. She'd never needed to.

They ask her about them. Genuine curiosity lacing their voices. Which is odd to her, considering both if them are considerably stronger than she is. Max is a level six and a metal bender. Daniel, a seven, who plays with sound.

Then there is her. A level two who plays with rocks... it's shocking that they've taken an interest.

Regardless, they take such an interest that they keep coming back. Again, and again, and again... then they just stay. They let her build rock gardens in their apartment. They listen to her stories about each one.

It's certainly not what she was expecting. But when they lay together at night, limbs tangled up and usually giggling, she wouldn't have it any other way. She counts herself lucky.

As do the media, apparently. She should've known it would come out eventually - nothing stays a secret forever. She was just hoping that - maybe - the media would like her. That the fans wouldn't find any reason to eat her alive.

Oh, how wrong she'd been.

She wakes up to the news that their relationship has been exposed. The fans take on so nicely to Max and Daniel being together that there is a bit of relief. It's her that they don't like.

How she looks. How's she speaks. How her entire being is insignificant.

The EU's don't hold back their comments either. It's a constant stream of them saying her partners deserve someone with a stronger power.

It's ridiculous - is what she tries to convince herself. That the media portrays her as weak and useless in the realm of EU's.

The unfortunate thing is that it does get to her. It weighs on her more than she wants to admit.

Max and Daniel can see it written all over her. The way her rocks seem to be ridden with despair now and her gardens grow darker the longer she forces herself to stay away from them. The ridicule of fans calling her strange and useless.

Max and Daniel want nothing to do with those fans. In fact, the media in general has been grating on their last nerves.

The downfall of the media begins on a Thursday; media day. Max and Daniel have taken their respective spots on the press conference couch. It's been better for Max since Daniel started racing again. Makes these things less boring.

"Question to Max and Daniel: do you plan on making any changes to your relationship now that you've gone public?"

They both blink at the interviewer. Shock coursing through the veins of Daniel and Rage burning through Max's.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you-"

"Yeah, I heard the question! When your you people going to stop asking them?!"

Daniel throws an arm in front of Max before he can make any aggressive moves. Max settles back down in his place, huffing in frustration.

"How about you stop giving our girlfriend grief?"

The press conference ends there. Max and Daniel are feeling annoyed, but happy things might start dying down now.

Max and Daniel see them on social media the next few days. Some fans are going as far as to say she isn't worth it. It hurts them, obviously.

She also aches.

What did she do to deserve this kind of treatment? The answer is simple - it's nothing. Nobody deserves this treatment. Nobody saying these things even knows her.

The rocks in the garden stumble. They shake, and they rattle - until eventually, like most things, they fall.

"Love?" Oh, it's Daniel. The other set of footsteps is Max. She's learned them based on how the rocks shift when they step. Daniel’s are quicker where Max's are confident and long.

The middle of the track is certainly not the best place for her to be. There aren't any cars, though. Just her and the ground.

"Take it things were too much?" Max grunts as he gets on the ground with her. Daniel makes more of a huff sound.

"The media hates me. The fans hate me. Even the damn EU's hate me. My rocks don't hate me though."

"And neither do we."

Daniel chuckles. "Yeah, Maxy was ready to fist fight a journalist in your honor."

"Daniel wouldn't let me." He glares back. "So I made a post about it instead."

"PR won't be happy about it."

"So then why'd you do the same?"

It's entertaining to hear her boys banter back and forth about how they might defend her. How they refuse to let her rocks sit in sadness while people continue to berate. "My heroes."

"Yeah - nobody but us get to tease you."

She looks between the two boys on either side of her. "If it gets worse... will you-"

Daniel launches himself upright. "If try to self-depricate, I will personally reorganize your entire office."

Max chuckles when her jaw snaps shut. "Just let us defend you, schat. You may be a dork, but you're ours."

And we'll - who is she to argue with that?

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starlightandfairies · 21 days

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Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.

Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!

Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1, 915

First Person's POV

Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm.

Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.

Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still.

It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was

"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude.

"What do you want Niklaus?

"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?"

"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy.

"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment.

"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment.

"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.

"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.

"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room.

"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could.

"Why are you crying...?"

"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!

"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing.

"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus.

"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup.

"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands.

I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M

"You wrote this?"

"I did."

"And you mean it?"

"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot."

It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral?

I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted.

"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-"

"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain.

"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck.

It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase.

"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist.

"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were.

"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me."

"It's okay, love. I've got you."

"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"

"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened.

"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions.

"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through.

"Thank you for saving me... "

"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal.

"Flattery only gets you so far."

"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker.

"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer."

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jessfromouterspace · 7 months

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kinktober/flufftober mashup - all bg3 vibes

round two - dammon/tav - fingering/playing with hair (ao3 link)

[dammon was requested, feel free to request your faves]

The gentle glow surrounding Last Light did little to ease the tension taking deep root in Tav's shoulders. A quick glance around and she's glad to see her companions finding a bit of joy and rest as they've settled at the inn. It's a perfect time to slip away, some solitude in the outdoors will do her some good.

She has been feeling downright claustrophobic since they've been under shadow, and the shield surrounding the inn did little to dispel that. She can feel the anxiety creeping up in her chest as she wanders outside, realizing there's no true place for her to escape to.

"Feeling alright, Tav?" A voice breaks through her thoughts and her eyes find Dammon leaning against the stone arch, a look of concern on his face. He's holding his gloves and apron in his hands, letting her know that hes done working for the night. He motions for her to follow him into the stables before he heads back himself.

She was seeking solitude, but the idea of being alone right now no longer seems appealing. She had hoped they'd have a chance to spend some time together once she realized he had made it to Last Light.

She follows him in and he's taken a seat on a pile of hay where he's thrown a few blankets and furs around.

"It's tough to get used to." He starts, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. "Danger out there, or stuck in here, some days the danger sounds better." He sighs but her soft laugh brings a smile to his face.

"I see we can add mind reading to your impressive list of skills." Her smile warms his heart as she takes a seat next to him, her sigh heavy as she sinks into the fur and the hay. "Thank you." She mumbles, her hands folded over in her lap, an awkwardness growing as she realizes she's fighting the urge to reach out for him.

"For what?" His eyebrows furrow, genuine curiosity on his face as he breaks the awkwardness for her and places his hand on her knee.

"For noticing." Her fingers are hesitant, but they reach out, draping over his own. "I…" her voice trails off, a tinge of shame to it. "I'm embarrassed to be bothered by such a thing." Her eyes rise to meet his, her breath catching at how they seem to see right through her. She could get lost in the soft blue that radiates the warmth of the sky on a summer day.

"First, I'll always notice you." He gives her knee a squeeze, a gesture of care and comfort before anything else. "But most importantly, there is nothing to be ashamed of. What you've had to face…" His voice softens as she leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder, the scent of smoke and metal oddly comforting. "Well, if nothing else you shouldn't have to face it alone." He scoots back, guiding her head into his lap so she can lay flat. There's just enough space for her to stretch her legs out, letting her shoulders relax as one of his hands rests on her stomach and the other begins to run through her hair.

Silence falls between the two, the intimacy of the moment taking hold of them, showing them something they've been dancing around since the Grove.

He begins to undo the small braids she had through her hair, letting it all flow free. For a man that spends his days bending metal to his will, his touch is surprisingly soft. He uses his claws to gently scratch over her scalp, a soft moan escapes her lips, making him chuckle.

"I take it you like this then?" He asks, continuing his light touch while she leans into it.

"Yes." She is breathless, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Can I confess something?" She avoids eye contact with him, but further seeks his touch.

"Of course." His voice is deeper, suspecting where her thoughts may be leading. She tries to not get distracted by the hand that is on her stomach drifting ever so slightly lower.

"I have given plenty of thought to how you'd use your hands, but none of them were quite like this." Her boldness has brought a sparkle to her eye that causes his heart to quicken.

He pulls the hand that was in her hair to cradle the back of her head, lifting her up so he can bring his lips to hers.

"May I?" He asks while his breath mingles with hers.

"Please." Her voice is but a whisper before she lifts the last small amount to meet him in a kiss. She reaches up, her thumb gliding across his cheekbone before sliding higher across the base of one of his horns. He pulls her further into his lap, cradling her while their tongues tease at each other, enjoying the new sensation.

He slides his hand down her stomach, his fingertips toying with the edge of her pants. He pulls back, his eyes searching for permission. She nods enthusiastically, giving them both a moment to laugh before she pulls him back into a crushing kiss.

He undoes the laces slowly, each drag of his fingertips the most delightful torture. He smiles against her lips as he feels her hips rise to meet him and he can't give in just yet, while he drags a claw over the cotton trousers. He can feel the heat of her as he fully cups her over her clothes, using his palm to rub against her, pulling the softest whines out of her.

He breaks their kiss so he can watch as he gives in and slides his hand into her pants, a groan escaping him as he feels the wetness waiting for him. Her head falls back, her throat begging for attention as his fingertips circle her clit, sending pleasure rippling through her.

He couldn't resist her if he tried, his lips pressing to her neck, sucking lightly as his fingers play between slow circles and gliding down to dip into her. He notices her biting her lip, an attempt to stifle her cries.

"Please, let me hear you." He presses a soft kiss to her temple before returning to her neck and nipping at the soft skin under her jaw just as he plunged two fingers into her. He knew no one would come looking for his services this time of night, well, no one other than her.

Her moans grew louder, fueling his actions. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, taking care with his claws. Her hips rolled in rhythm with him, grinding herself against his palm with each thrust.

He took his time leaving small marks across her throat and collarbone, the noises she made with each one were now burned into his memory. She felt his tail wrap around her ankle, pulling her legs wider so that he could move his fingers even deeper into her.

Her breath was starting to stutter and her writhing less controlled, he knew she was getting close. He let his thumb press hard over her clit as she lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He sucked particularly hard on the spot on her neck that made her moan the loudest before burying his tongue in her mouth, insisting on catching her moans as she came.

He held her tight as the waves of pleasure moved through her, his fingers still thrusting while she tightened around them. As her orgasm subsided he withdrew his fingers, looking her in the eye as he took both of them into his mouth, sucking them clean. The lightest moan escape his mouth as she looked on with awe.

"Stay with me?" He asked, moving her to straddle his hips, letting her grind against his hardness, while his tail wrapped around them both. "I need to really taste you."

#bg3 fanfiction #dammon #dammon x tav #kinktober #flufftober #the usual note that i just write these real quick in browser #i dont take it too seriously and you shouldnt either #also probanly going to use another prompt or two for dammon because he doesnt have enough out there #one of the prompts will be a follow up to this one

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roseadleyn · 1 year

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the way to protect the female lead's older brother;

so basically just setting hcs. these are headcanons about the world of twtptflob. they are not canon. new fans or old fans, please don't take my word and accept these as canon.

all five houses have a special little something

incase war between the houses break out

we know the house of agriche have a specialty of murder and stuff

but the house of pedelian specializes in this specific branch of magic that attacks a person's body systems

yeah... they might know how to heal but they sure know how to kill

the house of vertium has its puppets

these puppets are very... intriguing

they're people whose will has been drained out of their minds, making them brainless and hopelessly blank

so they have no choice but to be a marionette on strings

the house of gastor has these swords with herculean strength

and don't you think that's lame because they've beat ass with those

and lastly, the house of fipelion (1) has their beasts

beautiful and majestic, but deadly

from wolves to dragons, they've got it covered

obviously, war between such powerful houses would be devastating

like they care

anyways, onto the structure of their society

their society is rigidly sexist

i mean, we see it through the eyes of roxana, who is favored by lant

but pay attention to any other woman, even if it's in agriche, and you'll see the misogyny

like grizelda and charlotte, both pushed down and forced to use their skills for lant

hell, even roxana is a victim of it — she can't use her butterflies unless a male member of the house, lant or dion or whoever, allows her

she doesn't care and does it in secret anyways, but she literally would be killed for defying lant if she was ever to be found out

it just goes to show you

sierra is one of the biggest examples — she's nothing more than a very pretty possession or a beautiful little pet; first for lant and then for maria

even though sierra (these are my hcs) is very intelligent and incredibly well read, she's not at all able to exercise any of her knowledge,

because lant's wives have literally next to zero power — but that's a topic for another day (agriche hcs)

but... you wanna know *the* biggest example?

sylvia. sylvia pedelian, hands down, suffers constantly at the hand of misogyny

in her og life, she was an ideal little daughter and a lovely sex object for the male leads,

and in her next life, nothing changed — everywhere she goes, she's not known as the girl who mastered pedelian's technique faster than their heir —

she's just known as her father's daughter or her brother's sister

cassis does try to defend her, but their father shuts him down, reminding him of how oh-so defenseless, innocent and naive sylvia is

sigh... back to court matters

murdering someone depends on who it was, and why you did it

for house of agriche... man they don't care, commit arson for all you want, they'll literally not give a damn

for agriche, it doesn't matter who it was or why you did it,

they'll just murder you, because why not

they don't care for the departed person, they just wanna dish out punishment, especially if the person killed was from their own house assuming you're strong enough to even harm an agriche, let alone kill them

house of pedelian lets you off or punishes you depending on the reasoning

and since they're the house of justice and all that, they're very fair with this

if you killed one of their own house, or a helpless one like a child, they will punish you

but if the person you killed was a bother, like a genuine bother who was threatening you etc etc,

they'll let you off

house of vertium doesn't care either. and unlike the agriche they're chill with it. they won't kill you either. they're just like: 'oh you killed my son? cool, what's for dinner?'

same with house of fipelion (i literally know nothing abt them), except house of fipelion might send a beast or two after you if it was a member of their house

house of gastor basically just imprisons you and lets you out after a while, depending on who and why

it's basically like historical jail

they have a conference hall where the current heads, along with their heirs, meet to discuss 'important matters' — like finances, defence, for all their collective territories and for walbusta (2), etc

literally, they do nothing but argue

especially rischel and cassis with lant and dion

the other houses are so done with them

court fashion is fickle, and if you're not caught up with it, the nobles, especially noble ladies, tear you to shreds

sylvia and roxana are constantly compared on who's more beautiful, but they're not even aware of it — roxana avoids sylvia anyways we know why

marriage...

obviously, no pedelian is allowed to marry an agriche, and vice versa cassis and roxana in the corner:

but other than that, marriage is allowed between the houses,

and some houses used to commit inter-family marriages *cough* agriche *cough*

they only stopped because it was causing deformities in their kids, and they couldn't possibly have imperfect kids!

by far the agriche aren't even the most messed up family. i wonder what house of fipelion is hiding?

(1) i have no idea what the official name of the white family is. if you know then please tell 🫶

(2) it's the place where they have their ball thing. i forgot its proper name and was way way too lazy to check it.

this is not edited, by the way <33

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Starscream is genuinely such a tragic character because as much as he's just kinda crazy every iteration has something that just makes u feel so bad for him.

IDW Starscream is something I couldn't scrape the surface of if you gave me 107 days. G1 Starscream's is not only mainly just used for comic relief the poor guy, but he lost his partner who then turns around and in his eyes betrays him. I mean Skyfire had every right to go "what in the fuc" and dip but the fact he went with Starscream in the first place tells me that somewhere along the way something happened to make him go coocoo.

In prime he was seemingly manipulated into joining the Decepticons and then constantly talked down to. From my perspective it honestly just seemed like Starscream was after praise or recognition which he never gets, now if this is because Megatron's a dick or because of the dark energon idk. I mean he kept the Decepticons afloat the entire time Megatron was gone chasing what was by all accounts a myth and did more then we saw Megs do THE ENTIRE SERIES. He managed to kill an Autobot, we never actually see any casualties and they've got a steady flow of energon.

I mean even in RID his main goal was to just kill Megs and tbh if I'd been beat down over everything I did, even if it was wrong bc I personally thought it was the right way to go about it, I'd be majorly pissed too. Yeah he wants control of the Decepticons but(and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong it's been a very long time since I've watched prime) I only remember him actually attempting to kill Megatron once or twice. Sure he was self serving but just bc he wants respect.

Bayverse Starscream was just the saddest thing I've ever seen. He could breathe and Megatron was drop kicking him off a building, didn't even get to be the treacherous sic jeez💀

Dude the WFC Trilogy was so wild idek how to word it so kind of a take on his character as a whole here. It was weird and characterizations were way off but I actually liked Starscream. He was still the guy we know and love but with a neat twist. He still had that tragic feeling to him especially getting traumatized and all but Dinobot telling him everything he went through wasn't an excuse to hurt other people was just *chefs kiss* bc it's really not. As tragic as Stars character is it's not an excuse for him to hurt the people around him. I mean no matter how bad I can feel for Prime Screamer he still used and manipulated everyone around him(Knockout for one). This is in no way me trying to justify or make him a good guy, a character can be tragic while still being a bad person. Somebody get him in therapy lol.

Oh man and don't get me started on the Unicron Trilogy Starscream. Probably the most tragic of them all, poor guy did not deserve any of Megatrons abuse. Allow me to let him speak for himself "I tried to gain favor from you, but nothing was ever good enough. No matter how many battles I fought, you always found fault." He really just wanted recognition, he literally sacrificed himself just so Megatron could get it through his thick head he needed to team up with the Autobots, and I recently had someone point out to me Starscream probably could have done some damage to Unicron with Swindle but he knew he was gonna die and he didn't wanna drag his mini-con down with him. Just ow.

Animated Screamer was just wild idek what he was on I can't defend him lmao bro opens the show trying and almost succeeded in killing Megan. I'd comment on Cyberverse if I could but I haven't actually got to watching that yet whoops. I feel like I remember seeing a clip of him talking about wanting the respect he deserved which honestly could have been his ego talking or really sad idk, but back to what I was originally saying.

Almost every time he shows up and you pay him any attention besides comic relief he's a super tragic character and it's not only what makes him one of my favorite but it makes me sad when I see people completely disregard everything but whats on the barest of surface levels. I feel like that's all Micheal Bay did he remembered Star being comic relief and so thats all he was. He's like an onion for lack of a better analogy, got a million layers, might make u cry, and you either love him or hate him. He could be such a compelling interesting character like with IDW but no one wants to look below the surface AND I GET IT 9/10 were literal children's shows so they're forgiven but Micheal Bay is on my hit list for that one.

edit: bro if this makes absolutely zero sense I literally wrote and posted this at 3am and then just scheduled it at a normal time for reasons I'm not actually 100% on so sorry💀

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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke ^u^ slay

Credit: this game was created by @thatgirl4815 as Thai BL Favorites Tag Game.

Favorite Thai QL: Bad Buddy was my first and probably till date my fav. What a way to start. Very few BLs overall have lived up to the unreal standard that this show set, and no matter what all has happened IRL since the airing of the show, this show has a place in my heart that nothing is going to ever replace. It's the show that revived my love and passion for TV shows after years. This show (ep 5 4/4 👀) changed my brain chemistry, without exaggeration. P'Aof i'm chewing on your furniture until you pay for my therapy. [Other favs are MLC, ATOTS, UWMA, Between Us, MSP]

Favorite Pairing: I guess i'll talk about actor pairings but onscreen, not how they are offscreen. EarthMix is absolutely one of my favs, they bring a maturity, natural-ness, and intensity to their acting that I've rarely found in other GMMTV pairings. I'm also gonna mention FourthGem because they're the GMM young blood and I think they've got an incredible amount of potential. We've already seen their range in MLC and MSP, and I think they're going to be huge. I have a huge soft spot for BounPrem (but I may be biased lol), and this may be a lukewarm take but I really enjoyed BillySeng, I thought they had some incredible onscreen chemistry.

Most underrated actor: Oh jeez where do I start. Gotta mention Fourth - he's not really underrated but he's just starting out, but I can already see he's got the chops and with the right training and right directors he's absolutely Going Placed. Shout out to Fluke Natouch, that boy does emotional scenes like no one else. Special shoutout to Tonnam - he's supposed to be starring in his first BL as a main character this year, idk if that's still on schedule or not, but every character he's ever played so far has been a hit in my book. His comedic timing is unparalleled for me, it never fails to hit.

Favorite Character: How do I choose!! Pat Napat is so dear to me??? As is Ae from LBC???? Tutor from Why R U???? Team from Between Us?? I've got so many different little blorbos it's impossible to choose. They're all pocket sized to me. Making me choose is a crime.

Favorite Side Character: Idk why but the first one that comes to mind is View from Between Us. He's absolutely Little Bro, but he's also so sweet and genuine and full of love??? He's annoying bc all little brothers are genetically coded to be annoying but he's impossible not to love. His smile is healing. You can't take him away from me.

Favorite scene in a QL: Bad Buddy Ep 5 4/4. This was the scene that actually broke me. The lead up to the scene, the subtle but deliberate choices that both the characters made. Pat gritting himself to go talk to Pran bc if there's one thing he doesn't do it's avoid people and situations. Pran resigning himself to the conversation bc he can't avoid it any longer. Pat finally saying exactly how he's been feeling less than a business day after he had the realisation himself, bc the moment he feels something and decides it he has to act on it. The music swelling in the background. Pran realising that he's been projecting his fears onto Pat this entire time, that Pat has always feel differently about him too. Pran asking the question to break it all, wording in one way where he was expecting one kind of answer, not expecting that it would be interpreted in an entirely different way and would rock the foundation of their already teetering relationship. Pran asking if they want to be friends, because the alternative would be to be enemies. Pat hearing 'do you want to be only friends', and realising that that would never be enough for the both of them. Pat seeing that Pran is scared, and realising that he has to have courage enough for the both of them. Pat taking the deepest and shakiest breath of his life, swallowing down his fear and trepidation, voice trembling saying 'no'. This is the scariest thing that Pat has ever had to do, but how he'd rather do this than lose Pran again. Them both taking a step towards each other, because this is a decision not of one but of equals, mutual as they have always been. Pat treating this like his first kiss, like a relief of finally knowing the answer to a question that has long plagued him, like the start of something, going into it with utter joy and coming out of it with complete bliss, because the world finally makes sense. Pran treating this like his last kiss, like the end of everything they had ever been or ever could be, like he was going to milk this for everything it was worth because he was never going to get a chance to do this ever again, going into it with fear and desperation, and coming out of it with heartache and resignation, because they had lost everything they had and couldn't get it back. Pat crying tears of joy because he finally found what he was looking for, and Pran crying tears of pain because he got to experience for the first and last time what he would never be allowed to have but had longed for all of his life. Yeah I'm so normal about this show.

Favorite line in a QL: I mean. I literally said it all above, but yeah. 'If we're not enemies, could we be friends?' 'Do you want to be friends?' 'No.'

Most Anticipated QL (& why): I don't honestly know?? But I do wanna see the Thai remake of Cherry Magic, I'm interested in seeing how they're gonna treat it differently from the source show, esp since Thai shows have a tendency to bit more high heat and the original show was all about the tenderness of falling for someone because of their goodness.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: oooh i gotta go for TinnGun from MSP, they're just so lovable. Yes it's a highschool relationship but it was presented so sweetly without coming across as childish, and my boy Tinn is the ultimate green flag. Also even tho I'm not personally a SaifahZon fan (they're not my cup of tea) I think they're incredibly healthy.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: TharnType (i'm mostly looking at you Tharn), most of the KP pairings (the T in Theerapanyakuls stands for needs Therapy), early RainPhayu (i'm sorry but pigtail-pulling on the playground to show you like someone is very kindergarten behavior Phayu), LianKuea (go ahead girlbosses who gaslight and gatekeep).

Guilty pleasure series: I honestly don't know if anything I like counts as a guilty pleasure. Maybe SCOY?? Because I know there's a lot of people who don't like it and find it cringe but I think they're all kind of missing the point. I could write a mini-essay about this show too but i'll save that for another day.

Most underrated series: Ingredients (Baby Jeff!!), My Only 12% (It absolutely deserved more love and hype).

Tagging: @antisocial-burrito @liyazaki @webetterlove @bisexualhedgehog @shortpplfedup @whatisgodtoanonbeliever @onstoryladders @respectthepetty @heesulovebot @gunsatthaphan @incandescentflower @rythyme @elevatormusic @vegaspetesupremicy

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girl-next-door-writes · 2 years

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Hi darling, I am sending you this gif for the drabble. If it's not showing properly I can resend it or send another. I made this gif for you so If you like it feel free to use it. Thank you

I adore this gif so much and that is the only reason this has taken me so long to write.

There were so many reasons to love Steven Grant. He was kind and sweet, thoughtful of everyone. He was a genuinely nice guy with a quirky sense of humour and encyclopaedic knowledge of his hyper fixations. Ever since this handsome, dishevelled man quite literally fell into your life, you had been fighting the growing affection you had towards him. Steven was your friend. A friend and nothing more.

"Morning gorgeous." You could hear the smile in his voice as butterflies cascaded around your chest at the innocent endearment.

"Good morning handsome, you sound like you might actually have gotten a little sleep last night." You checked your bedside clock, turning off the alarm before it could sound. It had become a daily thing, the last few weeks, a 'goodnight' call and a 'good morning' from your dear friend.

"I did actually. All good here." You could hear him moving around his apartment, trying your best not to think about him still in his pj's, hair messy from sleep. Or maybe just a towel! Padding around after a morning shower. "Morning Gus, my little one-finned wonder." You couldn't help but smile as you listened to him greeting his flatmate.

"Tell Gus I say good morning too." You say brightly, your smile growing as you hear him chuckle.

"You hear that, mate? You just got a 'good morning'! Careful though, don't want you stealing 'em away from me. I'm still your favourite, right?" There was a hint of insecurity in his tone that you were quick to soothe.

"Always, Steven. You are and always will be my favourite in the whole world." You chuckle, heading to your kitchen to make a drink.

"The whole world? Wow. That's a lot of people. You sure I'm your favourite of everyone? What if you meet someone better? Someone less mental?" This caused you to pause and then carefully put your cup down.

"Steven, everyone's kinda mental, just in different ways. You are my favourite human being on the planet, so you're just gonna have to deal with that knowledge because I'm not changing my mind. Gus can be my favourite fish if he likes." You wait for a response, needing him to know just how much he means to you.

"Yeah." He said quietly, and you could have sworn you heard a slight sniff. "Yeah, I think we'd both like that. Hey, wanna go to the National Gallery today? I think they've got some new exhibition thing going. Might be fun."

"Sounds like a plan. Give me an hour and I'll come round to yours. After all, I need to see my favourite fish before we head out, don't want him getting all jealous that you get me all to yourself for the day." You giggled and mentally began putting together an outfit for the day.

"See you in an hour then, gorgeous." His grin was evident in his voice once again and you felt your heart skip. "Laters gators."

"In a while, crocodile." You responded before hanging up and hurrying to get ready. A whole day with Steven Grant, that sounded pretty close to heaven.

#October Reblog mini draw #Steven Grant #Steven Grant x reader #gndw drabble

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okay its going under a readmore bc its messy and a lot, i'll try to keep it succinct though. CW for some discussion of the ongoing g.enocide and things around that topic

so one of the friends is someone I've really respected and admired because they're a very intelligent well-spoken and kind-hearted individual. i've really been impressed with how they think about things and with their ability to write really fantastic essays (that they often share with this friend group because they're in school and enjoy sharing their work with us because a lot of us are interested in the things they write about). about a year ago, this person went through the process of converting to j.udaism and we were all very excited (and continue to be happy) for them. they've been really happy with the process and the community they've found and it's been really good for them.

however! this person has since stated they are a z.ionist! and they've said that it just means that j.ewish people should live in i.srael, it doesn't mean they support the i.df or what is happening in p.alestine currently. but I'm just... baffled at how they can think that non-p.alestinians occupying the country could EVER be done peacefully. it has ALWAYS been colonization. it was never going to be done in a peaceful manner.

do j.ewish people deserve a safe place to exist? absolutely! but I do not think, ESPECIALLY now, that that safe place can ever be located in p.alestine. I'm not the most educated or well-read individual, I've done a bit of reading over the past few months but my memory is shoddy and I consistently forget almost everything I've read, but as far as I can tell, this has been a non-peaceful occupation (...can occupation ever really be done peacefully in reality? i doubt it.) from the very beginning. p.alestinians were being kicked out of their houses from the start.

and to add onto the messiness of this all, I am the only i.ndigenous person in the entire group. I am the only one coming at this from an i.ndigenous perspective. and because of my perspective, I am ALWAYS going to be on the side of the population that first lived and existed in a place. i am always on the side of l.and back, i am always on the side of the first peoples. anything less would be essentially agreeing with colonization.

so it is just incredibly uncomfortable to be the only i.ndigenous person in this group while the rest of the group has discussed and expressed sympathy with this person for holding self-professed z.ionist beliefs (I do not believe this person has done the right reading to fully understand what they are saying, which is so strange because they are usually so good about educating themself). and I feel like if I try to say anything to argue or simply question this person, I'm going to rock the boat too much and make Everyone uncomfortable and the entire thing will blow up and fall apart around me. so my options seem to be either: a) say something, b) say nothing and stay in the group, or c) say nothing and quietly leave the group. none of which feel like good options!

and it sucks so much because there are people I genuinely do like in this group, and I've liked this one person and respected them since I met them, but they're really .... showing themself to be an unsafe person at the end of the day. I keep feeling like maybe I'm not seeing something or maybe I'm missing something, but I've looked at this from multiple angles and while I do absolutely see where they're coming from and even sympathise with some of it, I disagree with them on a fundamental level.

(also it seems really fucked up for them to be newly converted to j.udaism and endorsing what is essentially colonization and lowkey ignoring the fact that PEOPLE ARE BEING GENOCIDED RIGHT NOW so maybe we should not be discussing "but where are all the j.ewish ppl going to live :(" until the bullets and bombs stop at the very least(????????), while I've been indigenous and dealing with the consequences of attempted (and still ongoing!) genocide and colonization my entire life)

#its all so unbelievably fucked up and uncomfortable #and I think that the other ppl in the group do not like... see the flaw in what this individual is saying #because they are !!! not !!! i.ndigenous !!!! they are all completely white !!!!#i'm just. head in my heads clawing my hands down my face. so ... i dont have a word for this actually #its like. fear mixed with anger mixed with hurt mixed with confusion and shock and horror that these ppl are being this way #also not all of them have engaged in the convos so i dont know everyones opinions on the situation #it just. i dont know. i dont know! its so fucked up #dandy.cmd #vent //#ask to tag #i won't be discussing this sort of thing regularly here btw fdjskl this is a one-off probably #i just needed to get it off my chest and put it somewhere because i don't know what to do #and i can't talk about it on my other account bc i have some of the ppl following me there #and here i only have one person following me and if u see this hi You are okay !!! u are not part of this fdsjkl and u can dm me #but i do not think u have done anything wrong and im not lumping u in with these people #i can explain things more to u if u want though because man alive its all so tangled and messed up #but u and a couple others are not people who are making me uncomfortable bc i trust you and havent seen those two others engage #so i'm just kind of sitting here like. hm. idk what to do. and i dont want to bring it up w you randomly fdshgjkl

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i watched episode 3, hobi dancing to still life was definitely a highlight. the song's been stuck in my head ever since i watched the episode haha. the dance was SOOO cool and the editing was fire. it was just insane, i'll be watching it a hundred times.

of course he did the dances for namgi's songs. of course he did. i love him :(((( he loves and respects them so much, they've been part of his journey as well so it's really beautiful they got included in this project about his roots in this small way.

i gotta give a shout out to boogaloo kim, i absolutely love everything he does and says in the series. he's such a supportive and gentle yet guiding presence and he also knows how to have fun and how to be honest. i feel like their relationship is so genuine, it makes me so happy that hobi has such amazing people around.

it's beautiful that he's still friends with the dancers he used to know as a young boy. these guys are so proud of him and i love to see it. it's great that he didn't lose those ties after he became an idol, that they didn't see him as less because he wasn't an underground dancer or whatever (and we know that some parts of the korean hip hop scene look down on idols).

and i love it all even more now when i realised the guy in the striped shirt at the jitb listening party was boogaloo kim. that guy was absolutely the life of the party, he was such a HUGE support in making that event really fun, wow i like him more and more.

i love seeing student hobi. he's always such an authority who always does everything right and now we get to watch him learn, i love this side of him. i love seeing him interacting with older people that he respects endlessly. i love all of it.

he's such a grateful and humble person, i'm so proud of him. and everyone he meets feels his sincerity. it's all so beautifulllll

i think this series shows in such a great way that jung hoseok is a DANCER dancer who knows his stuff. that dance is so meaningful to him. i hope it shuts up the people who spread misinformation about his dance background and establishes hoseok as THE dancer among idols for real.

i hope this whole journey gave him the answers he was looking for and that he enjoyed every second. can't wait to watch the rest!!

OMG, yes to absolutely everything here!!! You said it all so perfectly, especially the section about Hak Nam, I've been loving him so much but after finally being able to watch episode 4 I think he REALLY shines here on saying not only what Hoseok needs to hear as a person but as an artist too. Like he brings up how a lot of his current fans know he's an exceptional dancer, but people who don't know him might not be aware of his roots and his skillsets and that's why HOTS is an important step is showing people OUTSIDE of that bubble who he is, and like, FUCK YES! j-hope fans get that, we've BEEN saying that, and I don't think he's taking that feedback for granted, hell even Namjoon talked about Hoseok's goals to go global, he realizes by this point he needs to expand his reach beyond what he already has, 'cause there are so many more people he can still pull to him, since he's got nothing more to gain from ''ARMY'' or BTS fans, most of them either already care and support him, or they fucking don't and nothing he does now ever will.

He's just such an amazing addition to the series, I'm so happy Hoseok reached out to him. I love the addition of the other dancers too, I love seeing him interact with other people who are masters of their style, in different languages and settings, really driving home that dance is universal. I loved Yugson saying in this recent episode that dance is the past, present, and future and how you connect them through dance, it's very beautiful and powerful.

Episode 3 and 4 were my faves honestly for a lot of moments, I can't wait to see 5 and 6 next week, even though I am so sad it's ending so soon :( I hope this really is a Pt. 1 and one day we'll get a Pt. 2 and he goes even more places and dances with even more masters and continues to dance and be as happy as he seems in every episode :(

#Sab answers asks #ihamtmus #about hs #when they dance in the restaurant in ep 4 and Hoseok talked about his ''silly mouth'' 'cause Kim said he was dancing with his face #PURE JOY #only for him to still be smiling afterward like oh oh I have to stay a fan of this man for the rest of my life actually #long post #text heavy #here we go again sending essays about Hoseok like any other day LOL

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I genuinely adore their relationship to be honest. Like can you imagine after having a heavy public life like Taylor but then you have one person that is extremely.........normal. You wrote a poem about me? You're a genius. You love me? Already knew that. They think you're a man eating evil witch? Doesn't matter. Wanna drink beer with me? Like her confidence while saying all you wanted was sweet nothing, my baby loves me like I'm brand new,you and me forevermore is sooo beautiful. I want that oneday

same. 💗 can i say something unbelievably soft and sappy from my little hopeless romantic heart that i've been thinking about at length since midnights was released?

their relationship is one of the most beautiful love stories, and lives in a very unique sphere because of the type of person and songwriter taylor is. i cannot think of another real love that has been charted across multiple works from an artist and told to the audience in such a vulnerably honest, touching way. she's let us hear that. she's let us in on those moments she's chosen to share, and every piece fits into this tapestry she's woven of how her life has blossomed with him. she's shared some very tough moments about how damaged she felt and how she maybe didn't even know how to let a gentle, genuine person into her life, how to accept that love, and she's exposed a couple of times where she thought she'd nearly lost it, only to be met with compassion. it doesn't mean he's perfect, he's a human being, she's a human being, they both mess up and make mistakes and have fights, but the foundation they've created is so solid and the love they prioritize is precious and true. they've worked together to make that last. it doesn't require a certificate to make it true, it doesn't need outside approval - and the not needing that is part of why she's been able to openly share with us, i think. taylor has always been a heart-on-her-sleeve girl, it's part of why we love her and feel empathy for her, and her writing about him has this irrepressible trust and softness and confidence in it that's gorgeous (ding!) to hear her express.

i cannot fathom what it would be like to live with the weight and scrutiny of her life, the cruelty and mistreatment she's endured from many sides. she is remarkably resilient, and yet still says she's "too soft for all of it," and tbh that makes me admire it even more. she hasn't lost her softness and her authenticity even though she's had to fortify herself. when she said, "i want to still have a sharp pen, and a thin skin, and an open heart," she has absolutely kept that. i'm so glad that through the tumult and hurt and noise, they found one another, and she has someone who supports her and loves her as the woman she is, in such a normal way, which is the sweetest thing someone whose life is otherwise quite abnormal could find.

i feel like we haven't talked enough about the connection between "midnights" as a title, and when she wrote, "i want your midnights" on new year's day, which is all about the exhale, the simple moments together.

i stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes. with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover, my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings that became my religion. i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden. one single thread of gold led me to you. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret. we live in peace, but if someone comes at us, this time i'm ready. when i was shipwrecked, i thought of you, in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, but i swear, you were there. everyone's up to something, i find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings; outside, they're push and shovin', you're in the kitchen hummin', all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing. you knew the entire time.

everyone deserves a love like that, and it's been so beautiful hearing about it and seeing her shine within it.

#anonymous #letterbox #I AM EMOTIONAL #i love them so much #taylor swift #joe alwyn #midnights

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thoughts on volume 6 of real:

look at this color page!! hi loser!! i am going to be so sad when he cuts his hair. i know this is a depression hairstyle and when a character in this manga gets their hair cut it's a sign of acceptance and change and moving forward and all those thematic elements but takahashi is really cute with his hair like this. and look!! a smile!!

reading this series has made me realize that i outgrew shonen a long time ago. i don't fucking like action sequences and high stakes!! i like complex characters and internal conflict and themes and motifs!! anyway this volume was SO cathartic to read. here's my thoughts on the themes and motifs:

FUMIKA'S BACK!! finally. and it seems like takahashi's finally coming around to her. even if her way of coping with his disability is. sub-optimal.

this stays with him through the rest of the volume. he keeps turning over that dog in his head. i wonder if it's a commentary on how people seem to have more empathy for animals than they do for other humans. like you think a dog in a wheelchair in a viral video is cute but you won't make eye contact with a man in a wheelchair. it also might be takahashi finally learning that all the hate he has for himself transfers to others--if he's like the dog, and the dog didn't do anything to deserve all that hate, then what does that mean for him? i'd love to think about this some more but fumika's dog's name is my deadname so this limits my analysis a bit.

oh but the family issues are hitting full swing for him. we have another trip outside that ends poorly and another instance of takahashi vs stairs wherein the stairs win. but it's log cabin episode time otherwise known as what i did every other weekend from the ages of 14 to 18 otherwise known as Spending Three Days With Your Absentee Father. and considering that it takes two people to get takahashi in and out of a car or up a flight of stairs i'm a bit worried about him. it's come up a couple times actually that takahashi can't use the bathroom by himself and i wonder if that will get touched on again.

but first! kiyoharu. some more internal strife within the tigers. i hope nothing bad happens here.

and they BETTER win their next tournament because they've made a bet to shave their heads if they lose and even though kiyoharu would still be quite cute bald i'd prefer that not to happen.

i love when the characters get drawn like this.

especially when there's a beautifully detailed close up shot of someone's face in another panel on the same page. some much-needed lightheartedness in the middle of takahashi's journey through the five stages of grief. and it looks like he's in the depression stage now.

i can't tell if i'm relating so much to takahashi's family issues in this volume because he's similar to me or because i'm so invested in him that i can feel his emotions through the page. a combination of both i think. the actual history of his family situation is different from mine but this reunion sequence. just. you can tell your parent is better Now and they're trying hard Now but you needed them Then and they failed you Then and you've been living with the effects Ever Since.

i love the way the bad parents are written in this series. they're never just complete one-dimensional monsters. there's always something they do that shows that they care on some level about their kid. kiyoharu's father has all that stuff going on but when kiyoharu was still on the track team he'd come to the meets and there's the scene where he massaged kiyoharu's legs before nationals. takahashi's mother obviously loves him a lot and wants him to recover but she's just like him in a sense, she's got her own expectations for what's going to happen and when they're not met she breaks down. takahashi's father walked out, we see that in the flashbacks in this volume, but he's had his own character arc in that time and now he's putting in an effort to reconnect with takahashi, and he's presented as a genuinely good guy who made some mistakes in the past.

and takahashi hates him for leaving and he's allowed to hate him for leaving. because takahashi's father leaving is the tick that set him down the journey of becoming the complete douchebag that he was at the start of the story. but takahashi is starting to have more and more moments where he recognizes how other people must be feeling, or takes into consideration what other people are doing for him. i smell character development on the horizon.

GET HIS ASS!!

i so love the interplay between takahashi and his father here. they're two deeply flawed people who are trying on some level to reconnect, but they're clashing and going up against each other and they're both right. takahashi's father is right to call him on his attitude, takahashi acts like a jerk to everyone. and takahashi is right to be angry with his father for failing at being a parent.

takahashi's monologue about basketball is interesting. i can't quite figure out what he's talking about when he says it wasn't fun. if he's referring to the fact that he was playing it because of his father and his father wasn't there to see it, or if he was so caught up in his own game of ranks and social status that he couldn't really enjoy the game like nomiya could, or if he genuinely didn't find it fun and only did it because it was something he was good at. maybe a combination of all three. i wonder if he'll even end up pursuing basketball again in the story.

it's interesting that he thinks of nomiya here. nomiya really does live rent-free in everyone's mind. nomiya, who inspires the people around him to change but is still lost when it comes to himself. it seems like nomiya's earned the respect of his co-workers at his new job now, but nothing in this manga is ever simple and easy like that so i'm more inclined to think they're bullying him. we'll see.

GET!! HIS!! ASS!!

#live nephi reaction: real #he speaks

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Do you think Lucy and buck will last as long as Buck and Taylor did?

Hi Nonnie! If it’s okay, I’ll reply to you and to one more anon about Buck and Lucy, but I hope I won’t get more asks about it, ‘coz at this point, it’s still complete conjecture that that’s the direction the show will take.

If (and that’s still a big if) the show goes in that direction, it’s possible that what they want is to explore a Love Interest who isn’t an external one, meaning it’s someone who’s a part of the team, someone who doesn’t exist just as an LI. 5b has been establishing Lucy as a legit part of the team. Especially as Jonah tried and failed to integrate, Lucy in contrast has been accepted into the 118 family, and I think that was quite felt in 518, where she was a part of the banter in the firetruck and also a part of that triumphant walk of the team which was the emotional peak of the season.

TBH, it still doesn’t mean she’ll even be back in s6. I know some like her and some don’t. Albert in s4 was pretty universally loved, and him becoming a fire fighter and hugging it out with the team was the shot which served as the emotional peak of the season, but he still ended up mostly returning in s5 to show why the show didn’t follow through on that direction. He seemed like a part of the gang, and now he’ll be back to appearing only as Chim’s brother, if that. In part, I’m sure, because the actor found another, more meaningful gig. So we don’t know, Lucy’s actress may end up making a similar choice.

If she doesn’t return, the show will probably want to take some time to deepen and re-affirm her place with the firefam. And then if they go for her and Buck together, it will probably take time. They won’t jump into it, because Buck and her are co-workers. And, if 911 goes there, then they’ll also have to build the reveal of their feelings, since 5b was mostly devoid of that. They did spend most of this half season being pretty platonic around each other. If after all that, 911 does get Buck and Lucy together, then I think they stand a chance of being together longer than BuckTaylor, yeah. Taylor was always evidently the wrong person for Buck. Lucy will be a part of the team, and they are quite similar. IDK, the more I talk about it, the less likely it seems, but if it were to happen, that’s how I think they’d play it out.

Thank you for the ask, I hope you have a good day! xoxox

It's so refreshing to see some one acknowledge that Lucy is in fact a likely love interest. It seem as if people want to like her but won't be able to if she is in fact destine to start dating Buck, so they bury there heads in the sand. The fact if, the second they had Buck kiss her it placed her in that position, because if they just wanted to show that buck isn't happy and is perhaps missing the freedom of a single life (or whatever it was meant to tell us) they could have used some random woman in the bar. Hell, they could have just had Lucy be in a single episode, but they didn't, they've brought her in full time and with nothing more to really explain her presence other than as a potential LI.

And honestly, it feels a lot like the PTB not really getting why buddie is popular. It feels like they look at it and think "oh, they want a work place romance, let's do that" without understanding that is goes deeper than that. I had the same reaction to Long Star, because instead of building a relationship from the ground like they've inadvertently done with buddie, they had TK and Carlo hooking up almost immediately. (And now people wonder why the relationship is a mess)

I really hope you are right about BL not lasting long term, but like yourself I'm fully prepared for it to be a thing.

Hi Nonnie! I’m still in a pretty neutral place regarding Lucy, because I feel like I still haven’t seen enough of her to feel passionately about her one way or the other. But I have no doubt that there are people who genuinely like her, because she did have got moments in this half season. And she’s not like Taylor, whose treatment of Bobby in her very first appearance was unmistakably horrible. But yes, they did mark her as someone who will always have that potential with Buck. They won’t necessarily do it and even if they do, they don’t have to do it now, but as long as Lucy will be on the show, they will always be able to decide to explore her and Buck’s r/s more romantically, and they will always be able to fall back on that kiss as justification for that.

I do think it wouldn’t have been the same thing if Buck had kissed a stranger/one time guest character. Him seeing her at the end of 511 was like a small slap in the face, that he couldn’t run away and hide from what was wrong in his r/s that he ended up cheating on his gf, and the fact that Taylor thought it was just a random woman, when we all knew it wasn’t, showed that even after the supposed reconciliation, B/T’s issues didn’t suddenly disappear. But yeah, the second that they did go there with Lucy, they will always have that potential to go back to if and when they wanted to.

As you can see from my reply in the first part of this post, I do agree with you that it’s possible what they want to explore is an LI who’s also integrated into the team and is therefore a character in their own right. I’ll just add that I didn’t say if 911 goes for Buck and Lucy as a couple it would be short, I said I didn’t think it was endgame. And I still don’t. ‘Coz the way they built it, I honestly can’t see anyone but Buddie being endgame... They’ve made us see it with everything they built between Buck and Eddie, and I’m sure they know that we can’t unsee all of that now!

Thank you as well, and I hope you too have a wonderful day! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #anti-bucktaylor #new girl lucy #anti-bucklucy #not really but just in case #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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chaolie · 1 year

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Devoted to Peace, Devoted to you, Day 9

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In the morning, Dream gives Fundy some food but says he's in a rush today, still has to do some things, but he will come and get him around the time for dinner. Fundy doesn't even get a lot of time to flirt with him by the time he disappears. Oh well.

He sits around doing nothing for a few hours, writes a page or two about how cool and mysterious and hot Dream is, and then gets lunch. From Eret, meaning Dream's still busy. They ask him if he's done something, uh... "unusual" recently, because Dream asked them about L'Manburgian food yesterday and they've been feeling a bit confused since.

Fundy tells them he's just being nice and honest :) About what he thinks about Dream :) Maybe it's about that :) While internally trying to figure out why the hell would Dream want to know anything about L'Manburg. Is he trying to like, stage getting a gift from L'Manburg??? What is this???

After Eret leaves and Fundy spends a few more hours sitting there, trying to figure out why did Dream promise him dinner, and then asked Eret for food recommendations and if he's going to use those recommendations for evil or not.

Well. The time comes and Dream shows up. Fundy decides to kick this off by asking if this is a haha date (which is something he's asked about other meetings a time or two just to see how Dream would react) only to be met with "Actually. You've been joking about that for a while so I figured we might have something like that...?" which???

Is he trying to fluster Fundy back? Trying to get him to lower his guard?? What??? Luckily, with how long Fundy spent trying to prepare mentally for this, he's quick to react with excitement and cheerfully follows Dream to wherever the dinner's supposed to be. He's still panicking and trying to figure out what is this internally, but that's none of anyone's business.

The dinner looks impressive. It's one of the fanciest meals they've been able to afford during the revolution, a mix of potatoes, some bread, and berries. He hadn't had this in weeks, if not months, because of low supplies, and oh how he's missed the taste! He's not sure if Dream was aiming for making him homesick or something but if that's so, then the joke's on him, this is probably the nicest thing he could've done.

Except that the berries are awfully red. Redder than the edible berries one could find the forest separating L'Manburg and the Greater SMP. Just as red as the poisonous berries found in that forest. Is this an attempt at murder??? Why would Dream go for poison and not like?? Just stab him??? And why are the berries just as red on Dream's plate????

He asks if Dream knows those are poisonous, and Dream seems genuinely confused. Fundy explains that those redder berries are a different type, they're actually so poisonous they can be used in potions instead of spider eyes! They... really shouldn't eat these.

Dream, who was 100% just trying to make Fundy start trusting him and Totally didn't want to do something nice for him (that's a lie), feels... really dumb for this one. To save face, he just lets Fundy pick out some food and they have that for dinner. They still eat together, in Fundy's "house", and even after the meal they stay for a bit, just talking.

Fundy realizes that he could've just let Dream eat those berries and all of this would be over. Oh well. At least the dinner is nice. By the time it's starting to get late and Dream is still there, talking, he decides to fake being verrryyyy comfortable with Dream and pretends to fall asleep. Just to see what happens, anot to like... to prove that he's not upset about the originally planned dinner?

When Dream realizes Fundy is "asleep", he laughs quietly and just leaves. He doesn't even try to find his book or anything! Strange.

As Dream is leaving, he is internally screaming because??? He literally almost poisoned the guy and Fundy still just fell asleep next to him??? Huh???? If this keeps happening he's gonna start to feel bad about this whole thing!!! What the hell??

#fundywastaken #fwt #devoted to peace devoted to you

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