#been doing this for more than 12 hours....

[caelum-in-the-avatarverse]

Fandom can do a little gatekeeping. As a treat.

So I finally decided to archive-lock my fics on AO3 last night. I’ve been considering it since the AI scrape last year, but the tipping point was this whole lore.fm debacle, coupled with some thoughts I’ve been thinking regarding Fandom These Days in general and Fandom As A Community in particular. So I wanna explain why I waited so long, why I locked my stuff up now, and why I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a-okay with making it harder for people to see my stories.

Lurkers really are great, tho

I’m a chronic lurker, and have been since I started hanging out on the internet as a teen in the 00s. These days it’s just cuz I don’t feel a need to socialize very often, but back then it was because I was shy and knew I was socially awkward. Even if I made an account, I’d spend months lurking on message boards or forums or Livejournals, watching other people interact and getting a feel for that particular community’s culture and etiquette before I finally started interacting myself. And y’know, that approach saved me a lot of embarrassment. Over the course of my lurking on any site, there was always some other person who’d clearly joined up five minutes after learning the place existed, barged in without a care for their behavior, and committed so many social faux pas that all the other users were immediately annoyed with them at best. I learned a lot observing those incidents. Lurk More is Rule 33 of the internet for very good reason.

Lurking isn’t bad or weird or creepy. It’s perfectly normal. I love lurking. It’s hard for me to not lurk - socializing takes a lot of energy out of me, even via text. (Heck it took 12 hours for me to write this post, I wish I was kidding--) Occasionally I’ll manage longer bouts of interaction - a few weeks posting here, almost a year chatting in a discord there - but I’m always gonna end up going radio silent for months at some point. I used to feel bad about it, but I’ve long since made peace with the fact that it’s just the way my brain works. I’m a chronic lurker, and in the long term nothing is going to change that.

The thing with being a chronic lurker is that you have to accept that you are not actually seen as part of the community you are lurking in. That’s not to say that lurkers are unimportant - lurkers actually are important, and they make up a large proportion of any online community - but it’s simple cause and effect. You may think of it as “your community”, but if you’ve never said a word, how is the community supposed to know you exist? If I lurked on someone’s LJ, and then that person suddenly friendslocked their blog, I knew that I had two choices: Either accept that I would never be able to read their posts again, or reach out to them and ask if I could be added to their friends list with the full understanding that I was a rando they might not decide to trust. I usually went with the first option, because my invisibility as a lurker was more important to me than talking to strangers on the internet.

Lurking is like sitting on a park bench, quietly people-watching and eavesdropping on the conversations other people are having around you. You’re in the park, but you’re not actively participating in anything happening there. You can see and hear things that you become very interested in! But if you don’t introduce yourself and become part of the conversation, you won’t be able to keep listening to it when those people walk away. When fandom migrated away from Livejournal, people moved to new platforms alongside their friends, but lurkers were often left behind. No one knew they existed, so they weren’t told where everyone else was going. To be seen as part of a fandom community, you need to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known, etc. etc.

There’s nothing wrong with lurking. There can actually be benefits to lurking, both for the lurkers and the communities they lurk in. It’s just another way to be in a fandom. But if that is how you exist in fandom--and remember, I say this as someone who often does exist that way in fandom--you need to remember that you’re on the outside looking in, and the curtains can always close.

I’ve always been super sympathetic to lurkers, because I am one. I know there’s a lot of people like me who just don’t socialize often. I know there’s plenty of reasons why someone might not make an account on the internet - maybe they’re nervous, maybe they’re young and their parents don’t allow them to, maybe they’re in a bad situation where someone is monitoring their activity, maybe they can only access the internet from public computer terminals. Heck, I’ve never even logged into AO3 on my phone--if I’m away from my computer I just read what’s publicly available. 

I know I have people lurking on my fics. I know my fics probably mean a lot to someone I don’t even know exists. I know this because there are plenty of fics I love whose writers don’t know I exist.

I love my commenters personally; I love my lurkers as an abstract concept. I know they’re there and I wish them well, and if they ever de-lurk I love them all the more.

So up until last year I never considered archive-locking my fic, because I get it. The AI scraping was upsetting, but I still hesitated because I was thinking of lurkers and guests and remembering what it felt like to be 15 and wondering if it’d be worth letting a stranger on the internet know I existed and asking to be added to their friends list just so I could reread a funny post they made once.

But the internet has changed a lot since the 00s, and fandom has changed with it. I’ve read some things and been doing some thinking about fandom-as-community over the last few years, and reading through the lore.fm drama made me decide that it’s time for me to set some boundaries.

I still love my lurkers, and I feel bad about leaving any guest commenters behind, especially if they’re in a situation where they can’t make an account for some reason. But from here on out, even my lurkers are going to have to do the bare minimum to read my fics--make an AO3 account.

Should we gatekeep fandom?

I’ve seen a few people ask this question, usually rhetorically, sometimes as a joke, always with a bit of seriousness. And I think…yeah, maybe we should. Except wait, no, not like that--

A decade ago, when people talked about fandom gatekeeping and why it was bad to do, it intersected with a lot of other things, mainly feminism and classism. The prevalent image of fandom gatekeeping was, like, a man learning that a woman likes Star Wars and haughtily demanding, “Oh, yeah? Well if you’re REALLY a fan, name ten EU novels” to belittle and dismiss her, expecting that a “real fan” would have the money and time to be familiar with the EU, and ignoring the fact that male movie-only fans were still considered fans. The thing being gatekept was the very definition of “being a fan” and people’s right to describe themselves as one.

That’s not what I mean when I say maybe fandom should gatekeep more. Anyone can call themselves a fan if they like something, that’s fine. But when it comes to the ability to enjoy the fanworks produced by the fandom community…that might be something worth gatekeeping.

See, back in the 00s, it was perfectly common for people to just…not go on the internet. Surfing the web was a thing, but it was just, like, a fun pastime. Not everyone did it. It wasn’t until the rise of social media that going online became a thing everyone and their grandmother did every day. Back then, going on the internet was just…a hobby.

So one of the first gates online fandom ever had was the simple fact that the entire world wasn’t here yet.

The entire world is here now. That gate has been demolished.

And it’s a lot easier to find us now. Even scattered across platforms, fandom is so centralized these days. It isn’t a network of dedicated webshrines and forums that you can only find via webrings anymore, it’s right there on all the big social media sites. AO3 didn’t set out to be the main fanfic website, but that’s definitely what it’s become. It’s easy for people to find us--and that includes people who don’t care about the community, and just want “content.”

Transformative fandom doesn’t like it when people see our fanworks as “content”. “Content” is a pretty broad term, but when fandom uses it we’re usually referring to creative works that are churned out by content creators to be consumed by an audience as quickly as possible as often as possible so that the content creator can generate revenue. This not-so-new normal has caused a massive shift in how people who are new to fandom view fanworks--instead of seeing fic or art as something a fellow fan made and shared with you, they see fanworks as products to be consumed.

Transformative fandom has, in general, always been a gift economy. We put time and effort into creating fanworks that we share with our fellow fans for free. We do this so we don’t get sued, but fandom as a whole actually gets a lot out of the gift economy. Offer your community a story, and in return you can get comments, build friendships, or inspire other people to write things that you might want to read. Readers are given the gift of free stories to read and enjoy, and while lurking is fine, they have the choice to engage with the writer and other readers by leaving comments or making reclists to help build the community.

And look, don’t get me wrong. People have never engaged with fanfic as much as fan writers wish they would. There has always been “no one comments anymore” wank. There have always been people who only comment to say “MORE!” or otherwise demand or guilt trip writers into posting the next chapter. But fandom has always agreed that those commenters are rude and annoying, and as those commenters navigate fandom they have the chance to learn proper community etiquette.

However, now it seems that a lot of the people who are consuming fanworks aren’t actually in the community. 

I won’t say “they aren’t real fans” because that’s silly; there’s lots of ways to be a fan. But there seem to be a lot of fans now who have no interest in fandom as a community, or in adhering to community etiquette, or in respecting the gift economy. They consume our fics, but they don’t appreciate fan labor. They want our “content”, but they don’t respect our control over our creations.

And even worse--they see us as a resource. We share our work for free, as a gift, but all they see is an open-source content farm waiting to be tapped into. We shared it for free, so clearly they can do whatever they want with it. Why should we care if they feed our work into AI training datasets, or copy/paste our unfinished stories into ChatGPT to get an ending, or charge people for an unnecessary third-party AO3 app, or sell fanbindings on etsy for a profit without the author’s permission, or turn our stories into poor imitations of podfics to be posted on other platforms without giving us credit or asking our consent, while also using it to lure in people they can datascrape for their Forbes 30 Under 30 company? 

And sure, people have been doing shady things with other people’s fanworks since forever. Art theft and reposting has always been a big problem. Fanfic is harder to flat-out repost, but I’ve heard of unauthorized fic translations getting posted without crediting the original author. Once in…I think the 2010s? I read a post by a woman who had gone to some sort of local bookselling event, only to find that the man selling “his” novel had actually self-published her fanfic. (Wish I could find that one again, I don’t even remember where I read it.)

But aside from that third example, the thing is…as awful as fanart/writing theft is, back in the day, the main thing a thief would gain from it was clout. Clout that should rightfully go to the creators who gifted their work in the first place, yeah, but still. Just clout. People will do a lot of hurtful things for clout, but fandom clout means nothing outside of fandom. Fandom clout is not enough to incentivize the sort of wide-scale pillaging we’re seeing from community outsiders today.

Money, on the other hand… Well, fandom’s just a giant, untapped content farm, isn’t it? Think of how much revenue all that content could generate.

Lurkers are a normal and even beneficial part of any online community. Maybe one day they’ll de-lurk and easily slide into place beside their fellow fans because they already know the etiquette. Maybe they’re active in another community, and they can spread information from the community they lurk in to the community they’re active in. At the very least, they silently observe, and even if they’re not active community members, they understand the community.

Fans who see fanworks as “content” don’t belong in the same category as lurkers. They’re tourists. 

While reading through the initial Reddit thread on the lore.fm situation, I found this comment:

[ID: Reddit User Cabbitowo says: ... So in anime fandoms we have a word called tourist and essentially it means a fan of a few anime and doesn't care about anime tropes and actively criticizes them. This is kind of how fandoms on tiktok feel. They're touring fanfics and fanart and actively criticizes tropes that have been in the fandom since the 60s. They want to be in a fandom but they don't want to engage in fandom 

OP totallymandy responds: Just entered back into Reddit after a long day to see this most recent reply. And as a fellow anime fan this making me laugh so much since it’s true! But it sorta hurts too when the reality sets in. Modern fandom is so entitled and bratty and you’d think it’s the minors only but that’s not even true, my age-mates and older seem to be like that. They want to eat their cake and complain all whilst bringing nothing to the potluck… :/ END ID]

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“Tourist” is an apt name for this sort of fan. They don’t want to be part of our community, and they don’t have to be in order to come into our spaces and consume our work. Even if they don’t steal our work themselves, they feel so entitled to it that they’re fine with ignoring our wishes and letting other people take it to make AI “podfics” for them to listen to (there are a lot of comments on lore.fm’s shutdown announcement video from people telling them to just ignore the writers and do it anyway). They’ll use AI to generate an ending to an unfinished fic because they don’t care about seeing “the ending this writer would have given to the story they were telling”, they just want “an ending”. For these tourist fans, the ends justify the means, and their end goal is content for them to consume, with no care for the community that created it for them in the first place.

I don’t think this is confined to a specific age group. This isn’t “13-year-olds on Wattpad” or “Zoomers on TikTok” or whatever pointless generation war we’re in now. This is coming from people who are new to fandom, whose main experience with creative works on the internet is this new content culture and who don’t understand fandom as a community. That description can be true of someone from any age group.

It’s so easy to find fandom these days. It is, in fact, too easy. Newcomers face no hurdles or challenges that would encourage them to lurk and observe a bit before engaging, and it’s easy for people who would otherwise move on and leave us alone to start making trouble. From tourist fans to content entrepreneurs to random people who just want to gawk, it’s so easy for people who don’t care about the fandom community to reap all of its fruits. 

So when I say maybe fandom should start gatekeeping a bit, I’m referring to the fact that we barely even have a gate anymore. Everyone is on the internet now; the entire world can find us, and they don’t need to bother learning community etiquette when they do. Before, we were protected by the fact that fandom was considered weird and most people didn’t look at it twice. Now, fandom is pretty mainstream. People who never would’ve bothered with it before are now comfortable strolling in like they own the place. They have no regard for the fandom community, they don’t understand it, and they don’t want to. They want to treat it just like the rest of the content they consume online.

And then they’re surprised when those of us who understand fandom culture get upset. Fanworks have existed far longer than the algorithmic internet’s content. Fanworks existed long before the internet. We’ve lived like this for ages and we like it.

So if someone can’t be bothered to respect fandom as a community, I don’t see why I should give them easy access to my fics.

Think of it like a garden gate

When I interact with commenters on my fic, I have this sense of hospitality.

The comment section is my front porch. The fic is my garden. I created my garden because I really wanted to, and I’m proud of it, and I’m happy to share it with other people. 

Lots of people enjoy looking at my garden. Many walk through without saying anything. Some stop to leave kudos. Some recommend my garden to their friends. And some people take the time to stop by my front porch and let me know what a beautiful garden it is and how much they’ve enjoyed it. 

Any fic writer can tell you that getting comments is an incredible feeling. I always try to answer all my comments. I don’t always manage it, but my fics’ comment sections are the one place that I manage to consistently socialize in fandom. When I respond to a comment, it feels like I’m pouring out a glass of lemonade to share with this lovely commenter on my front porch, a thank you for their thank you. We take a moment to admire my garden together, and then I see them out. The next time they drop by, I recognize them and am happy to pour another glass of lemonade.

My garden has always been open and easy to access. No fences, no walls. You just have to know where to find it. Fandom in general was once protected by its own obscurity, an out-of-the-way town that showed up on maps but was usually ignored.

But now there’s a highway that makes it easy to get to, and we have all these out-of-towner tourists coming in to gawk and steal our lawn ornaments and wonder if they can use the place to make themselves some money.

I don’t care to have those types trampling over my garden and eating all my vegetables and digging up my flowers to repot and sell, so I’ve put up a wall. It has a gate that visitors can get through if they just take the time to open it.

Admittedly, it’s a small obstacle. But when I share my fics, I share them as a gift with my fellow fans, the ones who understand that fandom is a community, even if they’re lurkers. As for tourist fans and entrepreneurs who see fic as content, who have no qualms ignoring the writer’s wishes, who refuse to respect or understand the fandom community…well, they’re not the people I mean to share my fic with, so I have no issues locking them out. If they want access to my stories, they’ll have to do the bare minimum to become a community member and join the AO3 invite queue.

And y’know, I’ve said a lot about fandom and community here, and I just want to say, I hope it’s not intimidating. When I was younger, talk about The Fandom Community made me feel insecure, and I didn’t think I’d ever manage to be active enough in fandom spaces to be counted as A Member Of The Community. But you don’t have to be a social butterfly to participate in fandom. I’ll always and forever be a chronic lurker, I reblog more than I post, I rarely manage to comment on fic, and I go radio silent for months at a time--but I write and post fanfiction. That’s my contribution.

Do you write, draw, vid, gif, or otherwise create? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you leave comments? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you curate reclists? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you maintain a fandom blog or fuckyeah blog? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you provide a space for other fans to convene in? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you regularly send asks (off anon so people know who you are)? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you have fandom friends who you interact with? Congrats, you're a community member.

There’s lots of ways to be a fan. Just make sure to respect and appreciate your fellow fans and the work they put in for you to enjoy and the gift economy fandom culture that keeps this community going.

#ao3 #lore.fm #fanfiction #fandom history #gift economy #caelum rambles

[suuooe]

anger | suo hayato x gn!reader

✧ hurt/comfort, mostly fluff. established relationship or situationship or very close friends? ya'll be the judge of that.

a/n: hi. hello wind breaker fandom. a week ago when i was on these tags like a daily routine it was a desert, now when i decide to upload things myself it's suddenly an oasis.

this is brainrot. suo hayato has been in my brain for 2 weeks plz send help. it's close to 12 am when i publish this, so this is something me in a few hours have to deal with but i hope ya'll enjoy <3

"… Hayato?"

Suo hums in response to your call of his name, although he doesn't turn around to face you - instead focusing his attention to the different type of tea sets on your cupboard to pick out the set he wants to use for the occasion.

You falter a tiny bit, on the outside it doesn't seem like anything was amiss. He came over the usual time, greeted your grandparents and handed them fresh baked goods he had gotten when he passed through the town. He had greeted you like normal, given you a quick hug before taking the tray of various teacakes you had prepared for the day to head to your room first. It was a normal day, the same routine and almost the same smile he's given you each day.

And yet, you can't get over this gnawing feeling that he seemed a bit more…

"… Are you angry at something?" you decide to ask in the end.

His movements halt, the kettle in his hands were halfway bent downwards to pour out the tea you had brewed for the day. His visible eye blinks once, twice and a third time before he places the kettle down back on your table and leans back to sit on the floor. And for the first time you had entered your bedroom, his attention is now on you, head cocked slightly to the side in mild confusion. "What makes you ask that?"

You divert your gaze away from his own, scooting yourself a bit closer to the middle of your bed while letting out a sigh.

"… Sakura-san came over yesterday evening, you see." even though your eyes were focused on your hands, you could still see the slight tensing of Suo's body before you. "He wasn't worried, in his words at least. But he did tell me how you behaved a bit differently when you fought this group the same day he came over… Keel was it? I- I didn't know that such a big fight had happened."

The smile had long dropped off of Suo's lips.

You could feel the tension rising in the room, your next sentence coming out a bit more meek than you had intended, "How he had to stop you from doing more damage to your own opponent since you had clearly knocked him out. A-and Nirei-kun had texted me right after too, telling me how you were worried about him after the fight. Judging from how he just told me to ask if you're okay, I'm assuming he wasn't there at the scene, but-"

"… What are you implying, [Name]?" While his tone is light, you notice that's there's a hint of irritation laced within the question, at you or at his classmates for telling about what had transpired the day before - you don't know.

"Nothing! I'm not trying to make you do or say anything! I… I guess I just wanted to see if you were…" you take a deep breath and raise your head up to face Suo head on, only to jump when you find the boy already right in front of you, bent slightly to keep eye contact with you, "… okay." you breathe out in the end, the close proximity making you whisper out the last word.

While he's not smiling, you can tell that Suo's eye is still gentle, indicating that he wasn't particularly mad. Not anymore at least. Blinking slightly, you raise your hand to cup his visible left eye, your thumb rubbing his cheek, "At least you're not hurt." you murmur, Suo letting out a chuckle while closing his eyes, deciding to not answer and instead nuzzle into the palm of your hand.

A few seconds pass before Suo opens his mouth.

"I admit, it wasn't my most honourable moments, losing my cool like that." Ah, so he was indeed enraged during that fight. The hands that were once again clasped behind his back unfurl themselves to instead gently place themselves on each side of your body, in a way trapping you between the wall behind you and Suo's frame. He lets out a deep sigh before resting his forehead against your shoulder. "It's also why I wanted to drop by so early in the morning. Just to get out the residual anger in me, but I'm fine." he whispers, leaning a tiny bit up to give your cheek a peck - a small chuckle leaving his lips at how you immediately tense up.

"So you're doing fine now?" you ask again, raising your arms up to wrap around Suo's shoulders. The brown haired boy only shifting slightly to lean most of right head on your shoulder, the small breaths he lets out hitting the exposed skin on your neck, making you shiver.

"Yeah." he starts, closing his visible eye as he takes in the gentle aroma of steeped tea in the room mixed in with your own scent, "I'm fine now."

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #suo hayato x reader #hayato syo x reader #IF THIS EVEN COMES UP ON THE TAGS? IDEK LMFAO. FUTURE ME WILL HAVE TO BATTLE THAT.

[baronessblixen]

In case your brain decides to cooperate. :DDD

*****

It had not been Scully's day.

There had been no new messages on her answering machine that morning, turning last night's worry into this morning's dread. Scutwork duty dragged. Lunch was as unappealing as the thought of going home only to sleep, wake up, and endure two more days until the weekend.

And still Mulder didn't call.

She'd known. Diana had startled them Monday, passing too close to their desks on her purposed walk to Kersh's office, X-Files folder in hand. Scully'd locked eyes with Mulder and watched him ping pong from her face to the clock for the next forty-five minutes until Diana emerged, victorious, from their superior's office.

It had been-- was-- a legitimate file. Too legitimate, too perfect. Perfectly selected, she suspected; as were Diana's perfectly legitimate reasons why Scully couldn't join the case. Fox, I just wrangled Kersh for almost an hour. He's mad as it is that I managed to grab one of you. If I'd bargained for two, neither of you would be able to go and the Kernwyckles would be robbed of proper justice. Would that be fair? Perfectly rational. Scully hadn't trusted her for a second but couldn't reasonably deny that the case needed her partner's expertise.

To his credit, Mulder had waited until Diana left before discreetly promising to keep her abreast of the details. She'd deflected; but he'd kept his word, checking in at the bullpen's lunchtime, checking in again right before she settled into bed. I'll be in and out, Scully, and back before you know it.

And he hadn't called since.

She knew how he was, of course; his stubborn ways and his single-mindedness when it came to solving a case were some of his most endearing traits. At least they were when she was around and knew what was happening.

It had been more than 12 hours since she’d last heard from him. That in itself wasn’t unusual; last night’s whispered promises that came with a hint of skepticism towards Diana’s motives, however, made Scully’s alarm bells go off.

Something, she figured, was wrong.

Asking Kersh for details about the case Diana had dangled in front of Mulder was fruitless. Was there anyone else Agent Fowley might have confided it? For the first time that day, Scully felt a sense of direction.

She couldn’t find Agent Spender anywhere and when she asked about him, she was told he had called in sick. That wasn’t like the young Agent at all. Scully’s stomach knotted more tightly. Her gut was screaming at her.

“Agent Scully?” Frohike’s voice was caught between a cough and disbelief when he picked up her call. “Did anything happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” She quickly filled him in and listened as Byers and Langly joined the conversation. There was furious typing in the background and grumbling. She distinctly heard one of them mutter the word fuck, which clued her in that something was not right.

“Don’t tell Mulder,” Frohike said, “but we put trackers in his shoes after the Bermuda Triangle disaster.”

“You did what?” She shook her head; there was no time to be outraged. Not when Mulder’s life was possibly on the line.

“Not all of them,” Langly chimed in.

“He’s not moving,” Byers said in a somber voice. “According to the data he hasn’t moved for hours.”

“What does that mean?” Scully heard her voice wobble.

“It could mean any number of things,” Byers said, his voice gentle. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“He was supposed to call me.” She sounded like a jilted wife but she couldn’t care for that either. Right from the moment Diana had shown up with the case, she had known something wasn’t right. It had been in the way she’d snaked around Mulder, luring him into her trap.

“Where is he?” Scully asked. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. “I need to know where she took him.”

“She?”

“Diana Fowley.”

“What does she have to do with this?” Byers asked.

“She convinced Kersh to let Mulder help her out on a case. They left yesterday. He called last night and he-” Scully closed her eyes against threatening tears. She had known it. Last night, when Mulder called, and he’d joked, and he’d made promises, and her own voice hadn’t been as steady as it should have been, she had kept quiet. What could she have done? Ask him to abandon the case, ditch Diana and come back home? She’d had no right. She had no right to ask his friends to find out about his whereabouts either. But that wasn't stopping her.

“He promised to call me with more details. But he hasn’t called.”

“We’ll send you the coordinates,” Frohike said. “He’s in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you need us to-”

“I need you on stand-by,” she said, her heart hammering in her chest. She wrote down the coordinates Byers gave her and stared at them. She folded the note and put it in her pocket. No one here at the Hoover building bat an eye when she left early.

She had to go save her partner.

#thank you for sending me the beginning! #i tried i really did #this is all that came out of me :/ #xf fanfic

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I'm a fourth year medical student at Al-Azhar university. I was so excited for the month of October because I was supposed to start doing medical rotations, and start practicing what I'd learned for the past 3 years. Sadly October didn't turn out the way I wished. For the past 5 months our lives have been put on hold and everyday we wonder when will the clock tick again. My house and my university were destroyed, and along with them collapsed every dream I had of becoming a doctor.

When the war started me and my family of 12 stayed in our house for only 3 days and then the first displacement happened. Our entire block was threatened and forced to evacuate. Everyone carried their previously prepared backpacks and left the house except for me, I was looking for my cat who was hiding in fear of the bombing sounds. I searched the entire house for her, crying and calling out her name as loud as I could but she was too afraid to answer. When I finally did find her I carried her in my arms and I ran. We fled ,on foot, to my grandparents' house. We stayed there for one night, through which we couldn't sleep from the sounds of the airstrikes.

The next morning my grandparents' block was also threatened and we were displaced for the second time. This time we had to run an even longer distance; Afraid, tired, crying, carrying our heavy backpacks and crossing destroyed streets where massacres had happened. We went to my uncle's house. Our second night there we woke up to phone calls ordering us to leave to the south, the third displacement. We head south, intending to get there also on foot since we don't have a car. We had a lot to carry, including a toddler. I couldn't carry my cat all that distance so I was forced to leave her with my uncle's family. 2 months later when we met them again they told me the cat ran away after I left and they never found her. Thus I lost my best friend for the past two years.

Me and my cat, Sukkar (Arabic for sugar)

We arrived at a displacement shelter in khan Yunis. All 12 of us stayed in a tiny room for more than 3 months. We slept on the floor and we couldn't turn around in our sleep because of how small the room was. Most nights we slept in tears. My brothers had to stand in line for hours to buy us bread and then come back empty handed. They had to stand in line for hours for everything including food, and clean drinking water. The shelter was humiliating and suffocating. In the displacement shelter my sister in law gave birth and we became 13. In the shelter we received news of losing close family members whose loss made our suffering unbearable. We received news of the damage that has befallen our home, the home that my parents spent half their lives to build. The home that we lived in our entire lives. The home that brought us together in the holidays, and contained all our happy memories, the home that we fled to when the world was too harsh on us, our comfort zone and happy place. Now turned to ruins.

A building in the shelter we're staying at was bombed and a few people died. 2 days later, the shelter was forced to evacuate. The fourth displacement, and probably the harshest. It made us feel how helpless we are, and it made us remember how beautiful our life was before escaping death became all it revolved around. They started throwing gas bombs at the shelter to force the people to leave. We left to rafah, not knowing where we'd go there. When I asked my mother where we were going she said we'll have to sleep in the street, she said to pray that it doesn't rain that night. Thankfully, a friend of my brother's let us stay in their tent untill we find a place to go. It rained so much that night I can't imagine What it would have been like if we slept in the street. That night we didn't sleep because the rain crept in from below the sides of the tent. After 4 days there we moved to a tent we made. And we might be displaced again after that.

Me and my family in the tent. Our only shelter from the rain, the cold, and the bombings.

At this point we are exhausted. Death seems so peaceful compared to the life we're forced to live. We miss our ordinary lives. For 5 months our entire lives have been put on hold. Our dreams, our education, our futures are destroyed. We lost so much of what we hold dear, and so many of whom we love. The situation in Gaza is no longer suitable for life. Your donations will not only help us escape genocide, but they will also help us continue to dream, to laugh, to love, and to make new memories instead of those we lost. Your donations will help me achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. Your donations will give all of my family the ability to dream again.

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[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 6

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out.  Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding,kissing, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words.

Thank you all again and again for taking the time to read the stories I put out.

***

Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing, your head is a little fuzzy but not nearly as bad as you’d experienced. Opening your eyes you flip the phone over to see it’s nearly twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Blinking a few times you make yourself sit up in bed flipping your phone on to see a deluge of text messages. Groaning you turn your phone off and stretch. Before any messages were answered you need coffee and maybe a shower. 

Showered and suitably caffeinated you finally flip open the text messages. 

Trevor: 

9 am: So what happened?

9:1 5:Hello?

9:30: Look do I need to call the police?

10:30: It’s been hours….

10:32: You never texted me when you got home

11:01: Okay it’s after eleven. You never sleep in. 

12:45: I am coming over in thirty minutes if I don’t hear from you. 

You reply:

I am fine, I just got home super late. I hope you’re not coming over

Trevor:

You scared me! 

Why didn’t you text me back?

How late were you out

Wait did you go back to his place?????

You groan squeezing your eyes close and drinking a healthy swig of coffee.

You: 

We went for sushi, then went down to the beach. 

Trevor:

That’s all you're giving me! What kinda 1950s dating scene is this?

You chuckle replying:

We stayed at the beach until 3 am. 

Trevor: Wait did you have sex on the beach

You:

TREVOR! 

Trevor:

It’s an important question. Don’t want to find out on the gossip train.

You:

why can’t I have nice things TREVOR. No there was no sex in PUBLIC, we kissed and held hands. Can I not do that????

Trevor: Are you secretly asexual? There is nothing wrong with that. I think it’s romantic. 

You:

I am going to become asexual if it means you stop asking me these questions. 

You could almost hear him laughing at you. 

Trevor:

You like it! 

You snorted and switched messages.

Walton: 

10 am: Hey beautiful, wanted to check in. See how you’re doing this morning. 

11 am: I was wondering about maybe going out to bar a city over next Friday? 

11:10 am: Promise I am not trying to kidnap you.

12:20 pm:  Thought you never slept in?

You:

Hey handsome, sorry I actually slept in. Kept me out past my bedtime.

I would love to go out with you next Friday, fingers crossed they don’t keep us late

You set your phone down, pondering if you still trusted the milk in the fridge to make pancakes. Getting up you get a refill of coffee, phone buzzing. 

Walton: 

If they do we can always go out saturday? Can’t be keeping you up so late. Got make sure you can keep up with this old man. 

You:

Oh I am sure I can keep up with you 😉

Walton:

Careful little lady, I might have to come by and test that theory.

Your face goes bright red and that heat coils low in your belly. 

You: Promises, promises, 

Walton:

If I didn’t have a zoom meeting in ten minutes 😠

You:

Maybe next Friday. 

You’re not sure why you’ve become a tease, but you’re enjoying winding him up. 

Walton:

Monday will be more like it.

You:

😜 Your trailer or mine.

Walton: 

Yours just so Trevor will stop texting me.

You let out a laugh, seemed like Trevor was also enjoying winding him up. You spend the rest of the day chatting with both of them. Sunday is a bit quieter, more zoom calls for Walt and Trevor had gone to Decon’s. 

*** Monday goes by in a blur, Walton keeps his hands to himself when others are around. But it doesn’t stop him from following you behind the food tent to steal kisses. You are now sporting a permanent flush and some of your co-workers are raising eyebrows. You are ever grateful that Trevor has kept his mouth shut. Liz is as pissy as ever but seems to be letting it lay. Katie has slowly warmed up to you again, why you weren’t sure. 

The rest of the week is pretty similar. Early mornings bleed into later evenings, the endless weeks have worn on you. Then Walton slides into your chair with his latest story and you feel like a weight is lifted off of you. The man once more touches you gently and gives you lingering cheek kisses as he goes over to set or costumes.   

Friday night rolls around and it’s going to be a long one. You fiddle with a few of your brushes when the door opens quickly. 

“We are being released. There was a fire on stage, and it looks like we are out at least until Monday,” Liz rolls in looking flustered, her normal perfect facade gone. She looks haggard and frazzled. 

“There was a fire on set?” You ask sitting up and feeling much more awake. Panic shoots down the back of your neck.

“Yep, green sparky left a light on too close to set.” Liz sat in the chair grabbing cleaner. You had stayed in the trailer to start tucking things away as Walton was off-screen for the first three setups. You are out the door before she has time to say more. You stop at costumes knocking at the door. 

Rebeccas opens it and looks down at you, she looks flustered but still has a smile on. “Hey, I am guessing you heard about the fire?”

“Yes, I did,” You say trying not to sound panicked, even though your mind is racing. The thought of him being hurt makes you nauseous. “Umm -is.”

Rebecca looks into the trailer, “Walt. You almost done in there?” There is a bunch of commotion going on in the trailer, with people moving back and forth, and different actors in various stages of undress.

You looked at her puzzled at how she knew you were looking for him. 

Rebecca turns back to you, “He never shuts up about you, so figured that’s why you are here,” She replies, and you immediately feel flustered, clearly rumors are moving again. 

“Oh- umm- Yeah. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Walton pops his head above Rebecca his fingers nimbly button up his shirt. “Be right out.”

You blush and look away, “Sorry, I should probably go.”

Rebeca waved her hand at you, “Your secret is safe with me,” she winked. You wonder not for the first time if you were the only one who was never included in the rumor mill. 

Walton pops down the stairs, and has on grey button-up sleeves rolled up, navy wash jeans. He tilts his head when he looks at you. You let out a sigh seeing him unscathed. 

“You okay?” He asks, his hand touching your shoulder. You nod your head, turning to walk back towards the makeup trailer. You really don’t want to make a scene right now, there were way too many eyes on you both right now. 

“I know I said we should go to the bar tonight,” Walton says, his fingers brushing against yours. You try not to grab his hands, just to know he is still there. “But maybe we should get take out at my place?”

You get to the trailer, unable to stop looking around. He looks right at you, the way he could focus on you was both flattering and unnerving. Especially as you are trying to keep things under wraps. 

“Have to stop and grab a few things first.” You say trying to keep your voice from carrying. “Have you pick me up again?”

He smiles, “I would pick you up any day.”

You are bright red, as you open the door and follow the man into the trailer. 

***

A large paper bag of Chinese food was acquired, along with a couple of bottles of wine. You both devest at the door, slipping off your shoes, and placing the wine on the counter. You watch him move around the kitchen. Practice ease, you watch his muscles move under his shirt. You were tired as anything but being in his kitchen, waiting to eat greasy Chinese food couldn’t have been more perfect. 

You grab plates from him, laying out the smorgasbord board of different food. The two of you scooped a little of everything, before sitting down at the table and pouring some wine. 

“I feel like I should apologize for having you over instead of going out somewhere,” Walton says taking a sip of wine. “I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you being here.”

You chuckle, “Don’t know what you mean Mr. Goggins. I thought you invited me to your place to play some chess and listen to swing jazz.”

Walton nearly loses his food at the comment, his hand covering his mouth. “Swing jazz? How old do you think I am?”

“Oh you got to be at least in your seventies,” You tease back taking a bite out of your spring roll. 

Walton coughs, “I didn’t realize you where into grandfathers.”

You choke a little, “Well to be fair,” You wave your hand, “I am usually good with trying anything once.” 

Walton sips on his wine eyebrows raised, “Anything?”

You nod your head, a smile spreading across your face. “Can’t say I don’t like it unless I try it.”

He puts his glass down, watching you carefully as you finish your cup. “I could make some coffee while we clean up.”

You grab his plate stacking it with your own as he grabs the glasses. You two make it over to the kitchen, there is tension in the air as you clean things up. He grabs a French press out of the cupboards aswell as some coffee and cups.

You slide over to the counter and sit on top of it. Feet kicking back and forth as you watch the man ready things.  Flicking the kettle on to heat the water. He comes over and moves himself in between your legs.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He whispers, placing hands on either side of your hips. Face inches from you.

You wrap your hands lazily over his shoulders, opening your legs to let him in closer. 

“No, you haven't today.” You lean in to kiss him, kissing him will never get old.

“You are stunning.” He whispers against your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. The kettle clicks and he's moving away from you. You watch him pour grinds and then water into the press. 

“Why did you wait so long to ask?” You inquire, moving your feet back and forth. Letting yourself briefly wonder if maybe the question was too forward.  

He turned to look at you, bottom lip caught in his teeth. “Umm-”  

Leaving the coffee he came over to you. Cheeks slightly pink, he tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“I - ahh. I didn't think you'd want to go out with me.” 

Your mouth falls open, “Are you serious?”

He shrugs, fingers fiddling with the outer seam of your jeans. You take his hand in yours using the moment to drag him back between your legs. Once he is there, you tip Walton’s head up to look right at you.

“You're so dumb,” You grin leaning in to kiss him. He chuckles and leans into the kiss, strong arms wrapping around you. “I am also dumb, 'cause I thought the same thing about you.”

Walton pulls back looking at you, eyebrows scrunched. “Didn't you just call me dumb? Seems like we both may have missed the sign somewhere along the way.”

You grin one hand finding its way to rub along his jawline. “Took us long enough.”

He smiled, “Trevor is never going to let us live this down.”

You let out a groan, ���He is beyond impossible. I am gonna have a small textbook of text messages.”

Walton’s eyes glint, and he pulls his phone out. “Why don't we give him an update.”

You can't help but laugh, “Oh absolutely!” 

Walton flips his phone on turning on the camera he flips it to the two of you. You lean in and kiss him deeply as he clicks the button. The phone is placed on the counter as you wrap your legs around his waist. You pull out a deep moan that rumbles out of his chest when you bite at his bottom lip. It doesn't stop you from pushing your tongue in. Rocking your hips a little, the room feels hot. 

Walton pulls away, breathless, “If you keep doing that, I am liable to forget about our coffee.”

You let out a sigh, “I suppose a little coffee couldn't won't hurt.” You unwrap yourself from him. 

He moves down the counter as you slide off it. He mixes your coffee just the way you like it, handing you the cup as he fixes his own. You wait, watching him work, he turns and gestures toward the living room. You make your way over to the couch.  

Folding yourself up on the end of the sofa, tucking one leg underneath the other. You sip on the coffee, it is delicious and beats any store bought. Walton comes over and sits beside you, taking a long sip of his drink. Looking out the windows you can see part of downtown and the north shore. The lights still dazzling, as the evening wore on. 

“I know, before, I said I wasn’t sure you would want to go out with me,” He said looking out at the window as he spoke. “I tried, unsuccessfully to give you space. But the further I got away the more I missed being near you. Then when we went out for sushi, it all just kinda clicked. This isn’t conventional.” He gestures between the two of you. You hold your cup listening intently. 

“I am, ahh, older than you. And my life is not exactly straightforward. I don’t take relationships lightly, not that this is that. Or.” You can’t suppress the smile as he tries to explain himself. “I am terrible at this. I don’t want to move too fast, but also. I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

You put your cup down, and gesture for him to come closer. He places his cup down beside yours and moves over. Patting your lap, he slips down and lays his head on your lap. You run your hands through his hair, his eyes close and he hums softly against your legs. 

“I can’t tell you what's going to happen,” You say softly, “I am also not good at this, but I am willing to try. However fast or slow you want to go. As for the age thing, I don’t care, it’s never bothered me.” 

Walton’s breath slows and his hand slips under your thigh holding you close. You sit there a while longer, letting him just relax against you. Again you are struck by how simple it is, to just sit here with a warm cup of coffee and the city lights. You could get used to weekends like this. But as always he is moving sitting up and smoothing out his hair, grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip. 

“Would you like to come to bed with me?” He asks, you turn away from the lights. His eyes fixed on you, not hungry but curious. 

“I would like that a lot,” You say licking your lips and heart pounding in your chest. 

Walton stands up offering you a hand, which you take, pulling yourself to your feet. The coffee is left on the table as you follow him. Fingers laced together like they are two puzzle pieces. You pass by the guest room and there is a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and you walk into the large room. There are floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the sea, a large king-sized bed on a wooden platform. The room is sparse, with two side tables with lamps. A large walk-in closet to your left along with a bathroom beside it. You wonder for a moment how often he has brought others back here. The thought lingers in the back of your mind as you wander over to sit on the edge of the bed. Walton has disappeared into the bathroom.

“I think I have another toothbrush in here,” He calls out, poking his head around the corner. 

You smile and move towards him, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

He’s blushing again and handing you the unopened toothbrush, “I–I umm. Just figure I’d offer.” 

You move into the bathroom grabbing some toothpaste off the counter and leaning against it, “I appreciate it, besides don’t want to have coffee breath. Would you happen to have makeup wipes?”

Walton thinks for a moment before he scoots you out of the way, as you brush your teeth. He pops up with a bottle of cleanser and a fresh hand towel. “I knew I had it here somewhere.”

You grin and thank him, he brushes his teeth before disappearing again. You take the moment to clean off your face and neck. Looking into the mirror you got a permanent smile on your face. Letting out a happy sigh you finish up, telling yourself not to put the cart in front of the horses. You walk out and Walton is standing there shirtless, blinds drawn. He slips into a grey cotton t-shirt, that you currently hate, and black sweatpants. Sensing you staring he turns around to see you. 

Chapter seven

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[blankwashed]

Touch

*Please read this: Forgive me if you find this cliche or cringy. I wrote this when I was 14 (SORRY I WAS MISUNDERSTOOD, I wasn’t 12). It is very unsanitary to sleep right after sex. Don’t do that. Enjoy your read. It gets wild LOL

*At that time JJK didn’t exist but I currently feel that it could fit in with JJK characters so I’m rewriting it*

Forward:

4 weeks. 4 weeks without Suguru. Did you think I could stay calm?

I’m y/n. And I need him.

“Should I pick you up?” you asked him through a phone call.

“Nah, you don’t have to,” he said.

“but I really want to meet you, it’s been a month..” you shyly said. He smiled and agreed due to how cheesy you got.

3 more hours. It was 3 more hours till your boyfriend returns from his 4 week trip to Japan to keep an eye on some areas that have been hoarded by cursed spirits. Oh how you’ve missed him. His touch, his voice and the way he does everything. All you wanted was him.

“So, I hear Guru’s coming home today huh?” your best friend, Utahime said while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes, finally! Ugh, it feels like ages,” you groaned and pulled on your hair. You were sexually frustrated without his presence around you.

Utahime raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you surprise him?” she said, rubbing her palms together as her brain came up with an idea.

“Nu-uh, remember the last time you gave me an idea to seduce him? I ended up not walking for a week,” you rolled your eyes. Utahime was still eager on telling you her plan despite your unwillingness.

“Fine. Spill it,” you said and listened attentively to what the girl had to say.

You ended up agreeing with her stupid idea as you were too needy for him. It was an hour before Suguru’s arrival in the airport.

Quickly, you grabbed your handbag and car keys before leaving your home. As expected, the airport was full of his fanatics, eager to catch a glimpse of your curse spirit eating boyfriend.

After some time, you looked at the computer screen and smiled as “Japan Air — Arrived” was blinking.

Once you spotted Suguru, you ran to him and gave him a bone crushing hug. “Ooh~ someone’s happy to see me,” he kissed your forehead and grinned. You hit him in the chest in embarrassment. The both of you left quickly to the parking lot that was empty, quiet and quite dark.

As you were loading his bags into your vehicle, you were pinned against the wall. You looked up and saw none other than your boyfriend, Suguru Geto. “I miss you so much,” he whispered into your ear. “I want you so bad,” he continued. Well, at least you weren’t the only one who felt like that.

His growing bulge pressed against your knee causing you to shiver. The both of you couldn’t do it in the car park. The plan would be ruined. Sadly, you pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“N—Not now,” you sighed and entered the car. Suguru was confused but sat in the driver’s seat.

Plan, commence.

He was driving in silence until your fingers danced on his thighs, moving up and down. Suguru looked uncomfortable and shot you a glare. You smiled and moved your fingers onto his bulge. While you pressed on it softly, it made him release a soft whimper and grunt.

“Guru…please…” you moaned into his ear and caressed his upper body. “Why are you doing this to me?” he pouted and looked away. You chuckled and pecked his lips. Soon, the car came to a halt again as the lights turned red. Without thinking, he pushed you against the door while slowly sliding his hands around your body. Just as he was about to reach for your breasts, the light turned green again as you palmed his crotch and said, “Green. Drive,”

He angrily hit the steering wheel and groaned. You decided to not tease him anymore, sitting silently in awe while looking at Suguru’s perfection. Your eyes landed on his humongous bulge that was dying from the restraint of his pants. “Will I be able to handle that later?” you thought and gulped.

“And…we’re here,” he said excitedly, already knowing what he wanted to do with you. You rolled your eyes at him and helped him bring his luggage in. As soon as the kiss started, you pushed him away. He frowned, “What now?!” he whined.

“You need to bathe. I’m not going to do anything with a person who smells bad,” you stuck your tongue out and walked out of the room.

You could hear him cursing as he entered the toilet and you chuckled. Suguru dashed into the shower like there was no tomorrow. You shook your head while thinking of part 2 of the plan.

After 5 minutes of water running, you heard moans coming form the bathroom.

“Shit, is he masturbating..?” you felt yourself getting heated up. They were getting louder and you even heard your name being mentioned a couple times. Your face was red and you drank some water before it you looked like a lobster.

His final moan was a moan of relief. You heard the water run again and your brain was too busy imagining Suguru’s self-touching session. You quickly pushed it out of your head and you hit yourself. It was time to start with part 2 of the plan.

Suguru came out with only a towel dangling around his waist, looked as if it were about to fall at any minute. His hair was wet and he didn’t look really happy. You quickly pretended to sleep, closing my eyes. Afraid of what he was about to do, you bit your lip.

You felt him get onto the bed, slowly removing the blanket. You heard a little gasp and could already feel him smirking. “You’re naked,” he said. Yes, the dumb plan was for you to be naked. You stopped pretending to be asleep and switched into Suguru’s favourite mode. Dirty.

“Since we’re both naked, don’t you think it’s easier?” you got up and smirked. “Why you naughty girl,” he smirked and pushed you down onto the bed. “I can’t move anymore,” you growled and grabbed his neck and roughly kissed him. He refused to kiss back and moved away, making you confused.

“You think that I’m going to let you go that easy?” he chuckled and grabbed both your small wrists and handcuffed them to the headboard. Hmmph. Cliche.

“Bastard,” you scowled at him and he smiled back. “Now, now. y/n, you don’t want to be punished,” he said while trailing kisses all over your face. “Aren’t you happy?” you didn’t want to look at him. “Did I make you angry?” he pouted and you nodded. “Well, congratulations,” he attacked your lips and nibbled on them.

You needed him so bad, so you just gave into him. His lips curved into a smile when you replied to his smooches. He licked your lips, asking for entrance but you didn’t want to let him in that fast. He pinched your nipple and you unwittingly moaned at the sudden contact as he slipped his tongue in. His tongue explored your mouth swiftly, licking every spot it could find.

He tied his tongue wit yours and the both of you didn’t bother to fight for dominance, already knowing who would win. You softly sucked on his tongue and he moaned, imagining it was being done to his cock. He threw away the towel he had around his waist. You sighed at how big it already had grown, again.

He kneeled, legs parted above your face. You couldn’t help but lick your lips thinking of what you could do to him. “Suck, now,” he commanded as he let the precum drip onto your lips. You stuck your tongue out and pressed it on his tip. “Stop teasing for once, damnit!” he slammed his fist against the wall. Oops. My bad.

You quickly engulfed his length into your tiny mouth and licked him from bottom to top. Your teeth grazed at the skin before taking him whole again. Slowly, you sucked him like how you did with your tongue. “Faster…” he said while clutching your hair. You sped up and his moans got louder. He was thrusting into your mouth till you were gagging. “Mmmph…” you moaned and it sent vibrations to his almost-coming cock. He tugged on your hair harder, you sense he was about to come.

He finally came after thrusting more into your throat. You released his cock with a pop. The sticky white substance was in your mouth and usually you don’t swallow but…”Swallow,” he held your cheeks and demanded. Suguru, what go into you? You painfully swallowed everything but honestly, it didn’t taste as bad as you expected. “I hate you…” you mumbled and it seemed like he softened.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised and gave you a soft kiss. “Not releasing you though,” he laughed and you kicked him with your legs. “Meanie!”

He shushed you by kissing your neck oh so lightly, but leaving marks all over. He licked your sensitive patch and continued sucking till he was satisfied. “You’re mine forever,” he declared and squeezed both of breasts together.

“Ahh, Guru-ah….” you moaned softly. “Don’t keep it in, hun,” he massaged them as if they were dough and made you a moaning mess. Suddenly, his mouth took in your right nipple. His warm mouth and your cold skim, it was heaven. He sucked on your nipple hard, as if he was a baby. He made sure to leave at least a mark before moving on to the left breast. He blew cold air on them making you shiver.

He kissed your stomach before reaching your core. He teased you by kissing sensitive spots and occasionally licking them. His fingers played with your clit, rolling it between his fingers making you almost reach your climax but he would pull his fingers away. You groaned at the loss of contact and replaced it with his tongue. While exploring your wet cavern, you yelled while he thrusted his tongue quickly reaching in deep. “Suguru!” you yelled as you came.

He gladly licked you clean and you throbbed from the tongue fuck session. You stared at his abs, wanting to touch them badly. Your sad eyes gave Suguru a clue about what you wanted to do, making him unlock the cuffs.

Immediately, your hands roamed around his body and while feeling his abs, you could feel yourself getting wet again. “Touch me more,” he moaned and you granted his wish, giving his cock a squeeze.

“I need you,” you mumbled and he switched positions. “What’s that?” he pretended not to hear. “I want you now!” you shouted. “Not dirty enough~” he said in a sing-song voice. “I WANT YOU IN ME, MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD THAT I—” you were cut off by him finally entering you.

You shouted at the pain and tears rolled out of your eyes. He wiped them with his thumb and he pecked your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Y-Yes…you can move now,”

During the start, he thrusted into you at a slow speed, waiting for you to familiarise yourself with his length. When you bucked your hips back at him, he took it as a sign that he could go faster. With that, he started thrusting as fast as he could. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and you gripped the bed sheets until they tore. “Harder!” you yelled, following with a moan.

The room was filled with moans by the both of you. “Y-You’re so tight…” he held onto your arms for support. “4…weeks…can do….wonders….” you managed to squeak out. “S-Suguru…” it was your last moan before reaching your peak. Your vision was blurry and all you could do was feel an ultimate pleasure that you never want to stop.

Suguru fell on you after cumming into your pussy, exhausted and tired. “I love you so much,” he pecked your cheek. “How much?” I asked while grinning, my eyelids almost closing. It’s tiring having sex. “As much as the speed of me as I was fucking you,” he stuck his tongue out. “I’m in love for you for a weird reason then, you creep,” you rolled your eyes and brought a blanket over the both of you. “I love your touch,” he said in a weary voice and drifted off to sleep.

so these are the two fics i wrote when i was 14 (sorry for the confusion).

Sort of a prequel here but it’s satoru.

#suguru geto #suguru smut #jjk #fics #jjk smut #smut #geto smut

[aristocratic-otter]

Hey y’all! I’m here, despite a shitty flare up of my fibro this week. I appreciate all of your art and writing so much, you have no idea! Thank you to : @emeryhall,  @monbons, @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog,@rimeswithpurple, @Iamamythologicalcreature, @artsyunderstudy, @theearlgreymage

Here’s one from each of my official WIPs

From Saving Simon Snow: 

 “What did he add?”

She thinks for a bit longer, but then shakes her head. “I don’t remember. We’ll have to ask him.”

“Ask me what?” comes a voice from above our heads. Baz is there, looking sleep tousled and heavy eyed. A knot of longing forms in my stomach and I suddenly want to drag him back into our (our!) bedroom and tumble him back into bed. I restrain myself, because I don’t really understand where Baz and I stand right now, and because Penny’s sitting right next to me. 

From the Heart in the Well

“Simon,” I breathe, “[Redacted] is one of the fae! Fairy kind disappeared centuries ago!”

Now Simon’s smile drops away. “Yeah, well tell him that. At least I know why we’re here now, though. It’s so stupid—you’d think it’d be safe to eat a loaf of bread someone left out on their porch.” 

Now I’m shocked and annoyed. “You mean you ate a fucking fairy offering, Snow? What in Morgana’s name is  wrong with you?

From Snow Fox: enter Premal

“Word has it,” Gareth drawls, as he strolls into camp, “a passel o’ Tory boys is lookin’ to sign up with the Snow Fox. Turning their coats, as it were.”

Penny lifts a skeptical brow from where she is sitting in the corner of my tent. She’s been poring over what we’ve gathered on British movements for the last several hours, and her eye has developed a bit of a twitch. “Says who?” she asks.

“Says Premal Bunce,” Gareth says. “Ran into him at the tavern.” 

From TikTok Dancer: 

.I frown for a moment about the freckles. How does he get enough sun on his arse for freckles? He’s got no visible tan lines…

I shake my head at my woolgathering. He’s probably a devotee of tanning salons, that’s all. Though it’s odd, I think, as I trace an outline of the constellation Leo by connecting some of his many markings. 

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

He’s not looking at me now that he’s said his piece. His jaw is locked, and his arms are crossed over his strong chest, which is heaving from exertion. He’s staring out over the horizon with a fixed look on his face. Probably pretending I don’t exist. 

And I don’t. I don’t exist to him now. And it’s my own damned fault. 

From Cupid’s Shield:

It’s 12:30 pm on February 14th, and the day has been so unseasonably warm that most of the school has taken their luncheon out to the Great Lawn to picnic in small groups. Penny and I are no exception.

I spent my entire morning in a pleasant glow of happiness, thanks to my mysterious Valentine sender. 

I think, whoever she is, she’s grown more skilled each year, because this morning’s card looked worthy of being displayed in a museum. I couldn’t do more than gape at it, for a long moment. I think I also wanted to delay touching it, because the feelings trapped inside have become more potent as each year has gone by. And it’s started to really bother me that someone in the World of Mages loves me so much and I’ve got no notion of who she is. It feels unfair, unbalanced or something. 

From my COBB project:

Penelope Bunce and Christie McCoy take the second room on the left without comment. That means, since Rhys and I are sharing the first room on the right, that Simon Snow and Baz Pitch are left to share my old room, the second on the right. 

I don’t know if the two men expected to have rooms to themselves, but there’s definitely some odd subtext to their interaction when I offer them the final room with a silly flourish. They don’t laugh at me. They don’t even look at me. Instead, they’re eyeing each other intensely. Snow looks uncertain for the first time, and Pitch looks…if I didn’t know better, I’d say he looks scared. 

What’s there to be scared about in a bedroom?

Baz

And now we’re roommates again. Lovely. 

I’m also itching to start another WIP because I had a super angsty (meaning fun!) idea. But I must be good…if I finish Heart in the Well, I’ll let myself start it. The only teaser I’ll give now is it starts with an (apparent) major character death 😉 . 

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#co/ws/awtwb #six sentence sunday #snowbaz #carry on through the ages #cotta 2023 #carry on reverse bang #simon snow series #egf 2024 #COBB 2024

[hauntedhokage]

PART 12: Early Mornings

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You enjoy morning coffee with Bakugou, making some plans for future days. 

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It’s always difficult to pull yourself away from Eijirou after long nights of socializing. He was a talented extrovert but events like that always exhausted him, making him clingier than usual when you went to bed and impossible to wake up the following morning. You remembered curling up on the couch with Eijirou after showering and changing, and must have dozed off while Katsuki was in the shower because you woke up in Katsuki’s bed with Eijirou while the blonde was nowhere in sight. It was interesting that you’d ended up here, but not surprising. Keeping his babygirls together was important to Eijirou, and Katsuki had the bigger bed, so it was the natural spot to collect. 

Rolling out of the bed was difficult, the strong arms kept trying to pull you back into the bed until you eventually broke away from them and landed somewhat gracefully on your feet. The pathetic sleep whine that leaves him is quickly muffled by him rolling over onto his stomach and pressing his face into the pillow that you’d left behind. It’s tempting to curl back up around him and get another hour or so of sleep, but there’s a conversation that you’d like to have with Katsuki  without your shared boyfriend hovering around with a shit eating grin on his face.

And you find the blonde in the kitchen, standing in front of the coffee pot and pouring what looked to be a second mug of coffee. 

“Morning,” you greet softly, closing the distance between you as he nods his own greeting. 

“I thought you’d be up soon, so I made more coffee. I just don’t know how you like yours, and didn’t want to make it something you wouldn’t like.”

It was a thoughtful gesture, and you explain how you like your coffee as you fix it to your specifications. He's taking mental notes, you know him too well at this point to think otherwise, and you try to move with enough space that he can see what you’re doing. 

“C’mon.” He tilts his head in the direction of the living room, and you follow him from the kitchen but continue out to the balcony, not missing him grabbing the blanket left on the couch on his way. 

The bench on the patio was large enough to fit three people, but you sit close to Katsuki and are grateful for the blanket that he puts over both of your laps when the cold morning air settles on your skin. You don’t know quite what to say, but you feel comfortable enough to trust that you didn’t have to say anything - just being beside him in this moment was enough. To have him invite you to share this personal time meant a lot, but you know they’d tell you that you were putting too much on it. 

“How’s your wrist feeling?”

“Much better. I think your kisses might double as a painkiller.” He’s exaggerating, but you’re glad to hear that he wasn’t in as much pain as he had been last night. “Your feet okay? You were walking kinda stiff towards the end.”

“Those shoes suck, but I’m good now.”

He nods, and you both take a drink of your coffee in near unison while continuing to stare out at the skyline you could see from the balcony. 

“Thank you for fixing my shirt,” you finally comment after a couple moments of quiet, looking over to see those amber eyes fixated on you. “You didn’t have to, especially after the way I yelled at you that day. That wasn’t very kind of me, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”

“No, I deserved a lot of that. I didn’t explain myself well enough, and made you feel like shit because of it and that wasn’t fair to you. You’ve always been enough, y’know? For him, and-” he pauses, his free hand carefully coming to rest on your cheek as his own tint a soft pink - because of the cold weather, you’re sure. “And for me, too. And I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t.”

You know better than to ask if he means it, the one thing Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do was say things he didn’t mean to make people feel better. 

“Do you want to do something tomorrow night? Just the two of us?” The question doesn’t feel surprising coming from him, but the way his hand stayed on your cheek certainly was. It was warm though, you weren’t going to complain. 

“Like a date?”

“We can keep it friendly, if you want.”

“Is that what you want?” It wasn’t, and he knows by the look on your face that you knew the answer too. “Because I’d like for it to be more than just friendly.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, gently pulling his hand from your face to hold in your own as you murmur, “Last night was a lot of fun, and I’d love to spend more time with you.”

He only nods, and you know he’s not going to say anything soft in return at this point so you’re happy to just sit in silence with him. It was still comfortable, and that was what mattered most to you as you continued drinking your coffee. 

“I talked to Deku about your idea for how we can stop fight night before it starts next year. We both think a sanctioned tournament similar to how UA had the sports festival would decrease a considerable amount of the activity on the streets.”

You don’t remember when you’d talked to Katsuki about that, which leads you to believe that he’d listened to one of your rambles about crime reduction tactics or maybe Eijirou had said something about it. Either way it felt incredibly validating to hear that three of the top five pros thought that you were onto something and would possibly take your idea higher up.

“Most of the arrested parties had no known gang affiliation, it just makes sense to provide some outlet for people to let the edge off and get paid for it if they do well.”

“The research you did on that was very detailed. I didn’t think you had the energy for that between your own work and taking care of us.”

“You read through my research?”

“You left it out and I was curious. You were really going to take that to the Hero Commission?”

“The Commission, the Mayor of Tokyo, maybe even see if the Prime Minister’s office would at least look at it. It’s unnecessarily dangerous for the city and the people in it, and the heroes working to stop it. Last year was bad, this year was worse, and it’s only going to escalate unless something is done to address it.” The way he was looking at you was something you don’t think you’d experienced directed at you. You’d seen the undivided attention and intent thinking face be directed at Eijirou, marveling at how your boyfriend didn’t crack under the pressure of the blonde’s intense gaze, but to have it directed at you made you realize just why Eijirou handled it so well. Being on the receiving end didn’t make you feel small, or as if he was trying to pick apart your argument - in fact, you felt the opposite. The way he looked at you made you feel like you could kick in the door to the Prime Minister’s office with no consequences, you even felt like he’d help. 

“You care a lot about this. For the city and the people in it.”

“We’ve seen the country fall apart before due to unchecked quirk aggression, I’d hate to live through that twice.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, carefully pulling your now empty mug from your hands to sit on the table beside the bench. “But I doubt you want to talk about work on your day off.”

“I don’t mind it, I like talking to you.”

“When we go out tomorrow night, no work talk.”

“What’s the penalty if we slip up?” 

“I’m sure we can come up with something agreeable for us both.”

You nod at that before turning as movement catches your eye from the other side of the window. Eijirou had finally rolled out of bed, bright red hair a mess as he slowly moved around the living room looking for something. It only takes a second for Katsuki to catch on to what you’d seen, and he watches with the same fond smile you wear as you both watch your boyfriend try to figure out where his lovers had gone. 

“Let’s go save him from his misery,” Katsuki suggests, and you nod your agreement while letting him help you up from your seat. The blanket is carefully wrapped around your shoulders before he grabs the empty coffee mugs and leads you inside. He offers to cook breakfast while letting Eijirou steal a couple needy kisses, then it’s your turn to be needily kissed on and cuddled while Katsuki sets to work. 

“Can’t believe you left me, baby.”

“We’d never leave you,” you mumble into his neck, placing a gentle kiss to the warm skin as footsteps pad across the living room floor. “Never ever.”

“You were together?”

“Mhm, just on the balcony. Never too far from our baby Eiji.” Your assurance is met with a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel your body rock with Eijirou’s as Katsuki gently nudges him while telling you there was more coffee on the side table for you. 

It’s a few minutes before you’re given the room you need to actually drink the coffee Katsuki had brought out to you, so it’s colder than you would have preferred, but you’re amazed at the fact that he’d made it perfect for you. He was good, much better than you were at paying attention to details like that and committing them to memory so quickly. 

But he definitely cared a lot about getting things right. 

#the way im posting this while on facetime with silver and she doesn't know #hheheeheheheheh #alp #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou imagine #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #kiribaku #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

[owlwithanapple]

Bird & Fox

Chapter 10

Daddy Bruce meet Y/N

Bruce POV

Today I am about return to Gotham City, which I have been missing so much. I have been busy traveling and entertaining business these few days. and slept less than five hours. I need to go back get a good sleep, otherwise not be able to bear the night patrol. It is really busy to supervise Batman and Bruce Wayne both at the same time.

There so many tasks this time, I can't spare so much time to deal with them. I am very glad Dick and Jason share the pressure with me. At first, I was quite worried about Jason's temper. After all, he is not good at saying good things in business. But I heard from Dick that it went quite smoothly and nothing happened. I can rest assured to finish my work in advance and go home early.

The plane landed on the runway at the airport, which means I am closer to home. I got off the plane looked at my watch. It was already 12 noon. I went to the baggage claim to get my luggage and prepared to leave the airport. After I took out my phone to confirm the recovery status, I contacted Alfred to prepare lunch. The long-lost happy time is finally coming.

I received a message from Damian, I clicked it to see.

🐮: Father, can you help me pick up Titus on the way home?

🐮: I took him to physical examination this morning.

🦇: Sure. Same place, right?

🐮: Yes, thank you, father.

🐮: I'll go to class first.

🦇: OK.

Damian is arrogant and conceited, can't let go of his heavy self-esteem, and is determined to surpass everyone, but he is very patient and careful in taking care of animals. Thanks to him, the animals at home grow up healthily. At least I can let him handle these things without worrying about it.

I picked up my luggage, dragged it to the parking lot find my car. I put in the trunk and sat in the driver's seat. I leaned back and squinted for a while. Although I was away on business for a few days, I felt I hadn't seen my car for a long time when I saw it. The car as quiet and clean as usual. When I saw the car, I thought of Jason's car. I don't know how it was handled. I'll ask later.

I took out my phone, looked back at the chat history with Damian, confirmed the location of the pet clinic where I was going to pick up Titus. After the screen in the car was set, I took off my coat and threw it on the back seat, like throwing a heavy burden back. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and started turning the steering wheel. I stepped on the accelerator drove the car, leaving the airport parking lot and driving on the wide road.

As I drove along, I remembered Dick and Jason's flight was in the afternoon or evening. If I remembered correctly, Alfred took them to the airport. I would ask them later if they needed me to pick them up. Although I find everything about work annoying and tiring, I am happy to do things related to my family because it is the life I want, and this is also one of the reasons why I went home.

Once, I was young and ignorant, and couldn't protect my parents. They lost their lives in front of me. Since then, I have always regretted why I was so cowardly and incompetent. I transformed into Dark Knight Batman to fight criminals protect this city and the world. I love this city and my family deeply, I don't want them to be stained by any stain.

But becoming Batman is not an easy thing, especially the tragic incident of Joker imprisoning Jason. He suffered unimaginable tortures, a lot of pain and humiliation. I can't bear to imagine how he survived, when I saw him again, he was no longer the sunny, cheerful and naughty boy I knew.

From then, his temper changed drastically, became more irritable, and his nerves became so tense. He never came home again, and fought violence everywhere, living a crazy life. I arrested and tried to keep him several times, but no matter what I did, I couldn't win his heart back. I was heartbroken and hated myself for not avenging him at that time, which made things worse.

Being a good father and a hero is not as simple as imagined. I am also a businessman. I have money but I am not the ideal father that everyone wants. I regret and blame myself for not protecting Jason and everyone, which planted a seed of fear in everyone. I can understand everyone gradually alienated me, but no matter what, I always remember and believe that my children are the best.

But I am really grateful I have Dick. I am not good at expressing my emotions, he always helps me out gives me advice, brings me and Jason together. Recently, I can see Jason coming home from time to time. Although I don’t talk much with him, he and Damian always have conflicts, I am satisfied to see him eating and chatting at the table.

Jason’s recent transformation is obviously influenced by Dick’s personality, it may also be related to his new friends. I have always been curious about which girl can change Jason’s irritable personality into a cautious one. He has not introduced her to everyone yet. I have asked Alfred, even he has never seen her. He is really protecting her carefully.

Dick and I thought about abusing our authority to do some investigation out of curiosity, but thinking about it, curiosity is not a good thing. Jason and I finally entered the stage of reconciliation. If I abuse my authority to investigate his friends, it is equivalent to invading his privacy. If he knows, may not even go home and fall out with family. I don't want to let it go to such a point.

Turning a corner, I arrived at the pet clinic Damian mentioned. I parked the car outside the door and got out of the car. I opened the glass door and stepped in. I walked to the front desk to ask about Titus's situation. Before waiting for the front desk reply to me, I noticed a furry Corgi dog spinning in circles as if it was having fun with itself.

I went to check it out. This breed of dog is rare. The owner seems be very careful. The hair is well groomed. The name tag on its collar is called Kirin. What language is it from? What a strange and unique name. It is so well-behaved playing with itself. I stretched out my hands try to touch it, it fell to the ground with belly facing up without any resistance.

I asked the front desk curiously, "Where is the owner?"

The person at the front desk came up to explain to me, "Its owner is buying dog food nearby and will be back later."

At this time, the veterinarian came out and said, "Hello, Mr. Wayne. Titus still has a final check to do. Please wait a moment.

I nodded, "I understand."

What kind of owner is this? The dog play here so well and not bark loudly, does not affect other people at all. The most important thing is not afraid of strangers and allows me to touch it. While waiting, I sat next to and played with it. Dogs are spiritual animals. They will do something to heal people according to their mood. Should I consider raising a corgi? It looks cute and warm.

After playing for a while, the dog suddenly stood up ran to the glass door, barking and jumping a few times outside. A girl stood outside the glass door with an eco-bag in her hand. The dog was so excited to see her and kept rolling on the ground. The girl standing outside made strange movements to make it happy. Then the girl opened the glass door and walked in. She put down the eco-bag in her hand and pointed at the corgi dog with a gun gesture.

"Kirin! Ochiru!" She gave the command, the corgi fell to the ground. This corgi was so powerful and well-trained, it could respond to a movement or unfamiliar words.

After a while, I heard "Kirin! Okiru!", the corgi stood up again ran to the girl, spinning around her feet.

After that, the corgi came to me and circled around me. Seeing this, the girl smiled walked forward to look at the corgi. She covered her face with her hands and then opened them to make faces. The corgi jumped and looked very happy. I squatted down and held it in my hands. The corgi licked my face to show its friendliness.

"Kirin, atarashī tomodachi?"

(Kirin, your new friend?)

She spoke to the corgi in a fluent foreign language, the corgi responded with a bark. She nodded to show that she understood, then looked at me again. At this time, her expression was a little confused. She blinked several times as if to confirm me again and again. She clenched her fist on her palm and her eyes were wide open.

She pointed at me with a smile on her face. "Are you Bruce Wayne?"

I touched the soft fur of the corgi and nodded. "Yes, it's me. Are you the owner of this little cutie?"

She nodded to me and answered my questions enthusiastically, asked cautiously and worriedly, "Yes, did my little cutie cause you any trouble?"

I shook my head and said, "No, very cute and well-behaved." But I didn't understand why the Corgi kept sniffing me, as if it was very familiar with my smell. I put it on the ground carefully, but it still walked around my feet. Does it like to stick me?

I looked back at her expression showed that she admired me very much. Her feet rubbed on the ground as she had something to say. Her hands were hidden behind her back, I didn't know what she was doing. She took a deep breath faced me. She stretched out her trembling hands to shake hands with me. She was nervous about this kind of thing.

"Umm...Mr Wayne, I'm honored to meet you. Thank you very much for taking care of my little cutie. Can I shake your hand..."

A beautiful young girl took the courage to reach out to me. I thought only ladies would know me, but I didn't expect such a young girl would admire me. She must have seen me on TV a lot, so she recognized me. I shook her hand without hesitation to show my friendliness. "Hello, I should thank you for letting me play with your dog. What's your name?"

"Y/N. The little cutie is Kirin." She simply introduced herself and the dog.

Knowing her name, I smiled and thanked her, but I was curious about what language she just spoke, so I tried to ask, "What language did you speak just now?"

"Just now? Oh! Japanese. I'm Japanese." She told me about herself.

I was surprised. She spoke fluent Japanese and standard English. I could hear every word clearly. The girl who could express the language fluently and colloquially was great to have bilingual skills. It was unexpected to meet her in such an occasion.

"Mr Wayne, Titus has been examined. Here is the report." The veterinarian handed him the report. I took it and looked at Titus. He was avoiding me a little. It was indeed Damian who had been taking care of him. He was more attached to Damian than me, which was right. The current worry was how to get him to the car and go home.

I saw Y/N happily walk forward to greet Titus. They looked into each other's eyes. Then I saw a miracle. Titus circled around her as if he was acting cute to her. Y/N held Kirin and introduced her dog Kirin to Titus in a friendly way. It showed her friendly side. Maybe I could ask her to help take care of Titus.

I pressed her shoulder. She looked back at me. I tried to ask, "Can you do me a favor? Titus doesn't like to stick to me. Can you help me take him to the car?"

Her eyes lit up and nodded enthusiastically, "No problem! Leave it to me!"

She walked towards Titus with great interest and petted him. Titus stuck to her like a spoiled child. This was one of her charms. Maybe I could introduce him to Dick and the others. People of similar age could become good friends. It's not bad to have one more friend to play with.

I walked in front of her and opened the door in a gentlemanly and elegant manner, wanting to leave a good impression on her. She thanked with a smile and bowed in response, then took Titus away. I opened the back seat took the coat away, letting Titus get in the car then closed the door. Y/N stood outside the car holding Kirin waved goodbye to Titus.

When Y/N walked away from the car, Titus suddenly barked at the mirror desperately, as if calling Y/N. I realized something was wrong and turned to the back seat to comfort him, but ignored me completely. I had no choice and get out of the car ask her for help.

"Y/N!"

She turned around, still holding Kirin in her arms. "Mr Wayne! What's wrong?"

I pointed at the car, could see it shaking. "Do me another favor. Titus is restless in the car. Can you come with me? When he behaves himself, I will take you home. I will reward you."

She thought a moment and nodded with my willful request. "No problem."

I opened the passenger door for her and let her get in. It turned out that asking her for help was the right thing to do. She turned to the back chatted with Titus. Titus was completely docile like a child. I was lucky to meet her, otherwise I would not know what time I would have to go home. Before driving, I told Alfred that there would be guests coming to visit, and asked him to prepare lunch for two in advance.

I looked at the sunny energetic scenes in the passenger seat and the back seat, I felt extremely happy. Her cheerful and generous personality must be loved by everyone. She was a bit like Dick, even I was infected. Although there were voices and barking in the car, I didn't mind the noise. I felt this was more like my ideal family life. The family went out play and went back to have a good meal.

After arriving home, I opened the passenger door to let her get out of the car and then opened the door for Titus. I opened the trunk and took the luggage out of the car. I glanced saw Y/N's eyes and mouth opened in surprise when she saw the manor. I was used to it, but it was funny to see this reaction occasionally. I dragged the luggage and held the coat to open the door for her.

"Welcome, please come in." I smiled.

"Thank you, Mr Wayne." She replied politely and stepped into the manor.

"Welcome back, Master Wayne. Welcome, Miss Y/N. I'm Alfred, the housekeeper of this house." Alfred came over with hot tea. Her eyes were still wide open, but she recovered and bowed politely in front of Alfred.

"Alfred, take care of her for me. I'll change my clothes and come back." I dragged my luggage back to the room first. As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw the soft comfortable big bed that I really missed. It was hundreds of times better than the bed in the hotel. I put my luggage away, changed into a set of clean clothes and left the room.

I heard lively laughter. I looked down from upstairs saw Alfred chatting with Y/N. It seemed they got along well. This girl was really lovely. She was always optimistic and positive when facing strangers. Titus and Kirin were playing on the sofa. It felt like there were more members in the family. She noticed me looking and waved enthusiastically. I laughed softly came down to meet them.

From the conversation, I learned she immigrated here alone. As the saying goes, can't judge a person by appearance. Such a young girl has such courage to come to a strange city. I admire her from the bottom of my heart. I found she and Alfred can chat well because she can cook. Alfred is just trying to learn about Japanese cuisine.

I invited her to have lunch with me. She sat obediently on the chair showed her temperament with a dignified and generous image. I said, "Eat it while it's hot." She nodded and start eating. After she put the first bite into her mouth chewed it, she covered her cheek with a happy smile. Alfred's cooking skills really did not disappoint.

"Is it to your liking?" Alfred poured the tea.

"It's delicious! Give me the recipe!" she told Alfred excitedly.

"That's really not possible~" Alfred said with a smile.

"You are so stingy!" She laughed.

After lunch, we went to the living room continue chatting. I just found out she is currently unemployed and looking for a job. I thought about whether to let her come to my company, but I am still not familiar with her way of dealing with things, so I put her on the list for the time being. After all, working in a company will be very stressful. I wonder if she has the ability to withstand pressure to help the company solve problems.

Chatting for a while, it was almost time. Alfred said goodbye to us left temporarily, because school was about to end and he had to pick up Damian, leaving me and Y/N with two dogs. I took a few bags of snacks to the living room, turned on the TV and chatted with her while eating snacks. It was so nice to indulge myself like this after a long time.

About 30 minutes later, I noticed she began yawn and eyes were about to close. Kirin and Titus had fallen asleep. I turned down the TV. I left the sofa went upstairs to tidy up an empty room, took new pillows and put them on the bed, turned on the air conditioner to let the room cool down, thinking of letting her rest in the room for a while before sending her back.

I back downstairs, she had fallen asleep on the sofa. I noticed the scars on her arms and the dark circles under her eyelids. I wondered how many hardships she had gone through. She must have let go of many things to be so optimistic and confident now. I squatted beside the sofa, looking at her sleeping face, which reminded me of Jason.

I laughed out loud and covered my mouth for fear of waking her up. After making sure she was asleep, I picked her up and brought her to the room just now. Her sleeping face in my arms was really nostalgic. In the past, Dick sometimes slept in the study room while doing homework, and occasionally Tim would fall asleep in the Batcave. I always brought them back to the room like this.

I carefully put her on the bed and covered with a blanket. Before I left the room, I looked back at her, if I had a daughter at home, it might be like this. She would be like Jason and Dick. I turned off the lights, closed the door, left the room, let her have a good sleep, and went back to the living room to wait for Damian.

After a while, the door opened and Damian stepped in. He took off his shoes and came to me with his schoolbag on his back. He put the schoolbag on the sofa. I took out Titus's health report and handed it to him. He took it and flipped through it page by page to check Titus' physical condition. At this time, Kirin woke up and barked at Damian twice.

"Father, is it a new dog?" Damian put down the report in his hand, squatted on the ground looked at Kirin. He looked at Kirin in front of him with shining eyes. He couldn't hold back his excitement. He buried his head in Kirin's furry belly.

"There is a guest at home. She raised it." He didn't realize that I was secretly taking pictures of his cute side.

"Guest? Where?" He looked around for someone.

I pointed to the room upstairs. "She is sleeping. I will introduce her to you when she wakes up."

"Understood, I will take a shower first and then come down." Damian took Titus' health report with his schoolbag and left the living room.

Jason POV

I finally had a good night's sleep in my long-missed home. Bruce too busy with work to handle, and he asked Dick to help. Who knew he would even ask me to help with the company's trivial matters? I was exhausted from dealing with those businessmen these days. What bullshit is it to get Bruce invest in the business?

I thought Dickhead was joking with me. He mentioned Bruce couldn't leave for a while, but he needed help urgently for work. I casually replied I was bored, then he took out the plane ticket and luggage forced it on me, telling me get ready and leave.

That guy had been plotting against me from the beginning, asking me to go with him to handle things. Can't underestimate Dickhead. I didn't even have a chance to contact Y/N and suddenly flew abroad to work, but I bought a lot of snacks there. I don't know if she likes it.

Dickhead stood at the gate with his luggage and pulled his tie, "I'm exhausted."

I kicked his ass complained, "I'm more tired than you, okay? The bomber, my car, and Bruce."

Dickhead scratched his head with a satisfied look on his face, "Sorry, I think there are some things you are better at and can help me with, so I asked you for help. I will patrol longer for you these few days cover your shift, and I will take care of your car. Please forgive me, Babybird!" He put his hands together and said sincerely.

I breathed a sigh of relief and loosened my tie, "You said it, I didn't force you, let's just write it off."

I opened the door was about to step into the house. Dickhead jumped up and hugged my neck, "Babybird! I knew you were the best! You are indeed the brother who loves me the most!"

At this time, Bruce stood behind the door, "I can hear your voices from inside."

I raised my hand to greet him, "Hi, Bruce."

Dickhead said enthusiastically, "We're back!"

I dragged my exhausted body into the house, took off the shoes and socks that I was not used to wearing, took off the tight suit jacket and hung it aside, put the souvenirs and luggage in a place to sort them out later, thought about going back to the room to have a good sleep before eating dinner.

"Woof woof woof!"

It should be demon brat's dog barking. I want to tell demon brat to calm his dog down because I am so fucking tired and irritated now. Then I saw demon brat's grimace and the corgi dog in his hand. I was stunned. When did this guy get such a cute dog? It doesn't match his face at all.

The corgi broke free from demon brat's hand ran to my feet. He kept barking and circling around my feet enthusiastically. I petted him and went back to my room to sleep. He suddenly bit my suit pants and barked again.

"What's going on?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Maybe he is hostile to annoying people." Demon brat mocked.

"So cute~ I want to touch it~" Dickhead interrupted.

I took a step back and the corgi took a step forward. I did it several times and he followed me. But this corgi looked so familiar. I looked at him for a long time wondered where I had seen him. Demon brat wanted to take him away, he ran behind me to hide, then wagged his cute little tail at me.

"Kirin?" I don't know why I blurted out this name.

"Woof!"

"Kirin?!" I squatted on the ground and looked in surprise.

"Woof woof woof!" He excitedly circled around me, then fell on the ground let me touch his belly.

"It's really you!" I hugged him, and he licked my cheek happily.

"TT, why so close to annoying people?" Demon brat looked disgusted.

"Aren't you with mommy?" I touched his head.

"Do you know him?" Dickhead took a closer look.

I nodded and stroked his fur "My friend's dog. Wait... Why here? Is he lost?"

At this time, Bruce interrupted, "Um.. The corgi owner sleeping upstairs..."

I hugged Kirin and shouted in surprise, "Huh?!"

Chapter 10 End.

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[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.12

Pt.11 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Chapter Warning: SMUT! Dom Jungkook <3

Recap: You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife..."You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks, "I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

When you look at the time on your phone, you're surprised to see it's already 2 in the morning. Time spent with him is fleeting and never enough...will it always feel this wonderful to love?

To love...? Is that what this is?

"I should probably get you back to the hotel now," Jungkook says, a soft smile on his face, "We have to be on a plane in...like 10 hours. You should sleep."

You sigh, "I should...but I'm not even tired yet." "Me either," He replies, stroking his chin as he drives in the direction of his hotel, lost in thought.

"Do you...want to just watch a movie and order some room service?" He asks; his tone is hesitant, and you know exactly why. You both know the implications of a wedding night. "You definitely don't have to say yes. I know that just because we're...married now, doesn't mean there should be any pressure to- to-" He's digging himself a hole and all you can do is laugh. "A movie sounds perfect," You assure him, patting his knee.

He seems to relax, a sheepish laugh escaping him, "Okay, great."

When you get to the hotel, you immediately beeline it for the elevator, not wanting to be bombarded by anyone who might recognize either of you, especially not after having seen all those paparazzi earlier.

"Ugh, this dress is so heavy," You groan, picking up the skirt. "I have some clothes put away that you can put on when we get up there, if you want." "Oh, that would be great."

He takes you to the same suite you'd...spent time together in last time. Once you get in, he goes to the bedroom for a moment and then comes back out with the clothes. "It's a tee-shirt and sweats. I also have some socks in the night stand," He says, handing it all to you.

"Thanks," You say, grabbing it and rushing past him into the bedroom to change, closing the double doors behind you. You take a moment to look in the big mirror, just analyzing yourself. While the dress wasn't what you originally wanted, it's still a beautiful gown and fits you so well. Of course, the bottom is already a bit dirty as you've had an eventful night. You don't even know what's going on with your hair- all out of place and deflated and nothing like during the ceremony. You decide to start there, taking the millions of bobby pins out and placing them all on the dresser, sighing in relief at the instant release of tension in your head.

"Now, this beast," You say, referring to the dress. You reach to the top of the dress, expecting to feel the zipper, but then you remember that it's all buttons along the back. "Dammit, how am I gonna do this?" You try and try to contort your body, but it's useless.

I'm gonna have to ask him to help me...

You give your reflection a glance and notice yourself blushing at the thought of asking him.

"It's fine, Y/n. He's literally your husband now. It's not like you're throwing yourself at him. It's just buttons," You whisper to yourself.

You position yourself in front of the double doors, taking a deep breath and trying to relax your face. Once you do, you "calmly" open the doors and walk out.

"Everything okay?" He asks when he realizes you're not dressed. "Yeah, uhm- I'm actually gonna need a little help with the buttons."

"Oh-" He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, though he instantly tries to hide it, "Of course. No problem."

"Thanks," You say, avoiding his eyes. He walks over and you turn around.

He sweeps your hair off of your neck and over your shoulder, his gentle touch sending goosebumps across your skin. Your eyes widen slightly, not having expected such a sensation. "Sorry, did it tickle?" He asks. "A-A little...it's okay."

He begins to undo the top button, then the next, then the next, swallowing hard once he reaches the band of your bra, "Uh- do you want me to do the rest? Or you got it?"

"I can't reach..." You say, not even making an attempt to do it yourself. Without another word, he undoes the buttons down the rest of your back, hesitating only slightly when he gets to the three left at the bottom. Your breathing is picking up, excitement building in you- though you don't dare show it.

One button. Your back dimples are on display for his hungry eyes. Two buttons. The waistband of your lacy underwear peeks out at him. Three buttons. He's able to see the way your ample backside swallows up the delicate lace thong.

You can feel his eyes on you and it's enough to dampen the little piece of fabric between your thighs. You want more.

"There..." He whispers, letting go of the fabric of your dress. You know what he's doing. If you want it, you'll have to ask for it.

You turn around to face him, eyes foxlike and full of lust as you drop your dress, fully exposing yourself, "Thanks."

His eyes are equally dark, the corners of his mouth turned upward. Truthfully, he's been wanting you since you left- but he's been thinking about this moment from the second he walked in on you crying earlier today. Something about the way your makeup ran down your face, lipstick ruined, doe eyes looking up at him as he towered over you-

It aroused something completely primal within him that made him so incredibly hard.

He walks backward and sits down on the couch- the one you both sat in last time for your first kiss. He leans backward, legs spread, one arm resting on the top of the backrest, the other resting on his groin. He's waiting for you to start the show you seem so eager to put on for him- and show, you will.

He has only a moment to admire the way your breasts look, all pushed up and perfectly round due to that pretty, white bra with lace detail, before you're reaching behind yourself to unclasp it. Your cleavage relaxes a bit due to the lack of tension, "You want me to take it off?" You ask, your previous shyness having dissipated completely.

"Do you want to?" He raises an eyebrow, his coy tone turning you on even more.

You don't break eye contact with him, just let the bra slide off of your arms and into the pool of white cloth already at your feet. You step out of the pile of clothing, letting your bare feet carry you the few steps of the way to him.

Now, you're the one towering over him, glorious boobs unhindered by any barrier. He finds himself licking his licks in anticipation. He could absolutely devour you.

He adjusts himself even more so that there's less tension on the crotch of his pants, his dick already wanting desperately to be released from its restraints.

You reach down and grab his hand, bringing it up to cup your breast, to which he responds by taking your nipple in between his fingers, "You are so fucking gorgeous," He praises.

You don't respond, just drop his hand and then proceed to climb onto him, each leg on either side of his. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of your panties.

"Mm..." He moans as you begin grinding down onto the mound- but you're not doing this for him. You're doing this for you. You've only ever had him once and have been longing for a second taste ever since.

"You wanna know a secret...?" You say softly, not stopping the motion of your hips against him. "Y-yeah." "All that time I was back home hating you..." You lean down and put your lips to his ear, "I was touching myself thinking about you."

His eyes widen, "You-" You don't wanna talk.

You crash your lips onto his, grinding down harder. He has his hands on your hips, guiding them forward and backward- but it's not enough. You need more.

"I wanna try something," You say, getting off of him. "O-okay," He nods breathlessly.

You take down your thong and toss it aside, now fully nude, and then carefully set yourself down on his thigh. "Fuck," You hiss, practically feeling your pupils dilate at the direct pressure. "How's that, beautiful?" He asks, studying the pleasure in your face.

Your mouth falls agape as you move forward, backward, forward, and backward. He can feel the spot on his thigh getting wetter and wetter, his cock wanting to spring forward.

He can't stand such a perfect sight, he leans forward and wraps one arm around your waste, the other reach down to help guide your pelvis, his mouth lowering to take your nipple between his teeth. "Ah....fuck," Your head falls back, your body anxiously striving for that orgasm, "Kook, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum soon," You hiss. "Cum on my leg, princess. Come on..." He coaxes, running his tongue on the circumference of your breast.

Your eyes roll back and soon, you're releasing yourself on his perfectly muscular thigh. "Ah!" You slump forward, your grinding slowing down significantly while you recover for a moment.

"I think you can give me more than that, can't you, Beautiful?" He whispers in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing on end as the next wave of arousal starts growing within you. "I can..." You pant, though you don't move. "Come on," He somehow manages to grab onto you and stand up, effortlessly picking you up as well, his strong legs carrying the both of you to the bedroom where he tosses you on the bed.

You land on your back, hair sprawled out against the crisp, white sheet, your legs bent together to cover your freshly wet pussy.

He puts his hands on your knees and pries them open, his eyes devouring the site of you before lowering himself down lick every drop of your cum up.

"You taste so fucking good," He moans into your heat, sending butterflies darting in all directions in your stomach.

He stands up again and proceeds to unbutton his pants and the hole in his boxers, grabbing his dick and pulling it out.

You're excited at the sight; there's something so exhileratingly vulnerable about the only one completely naked.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"Fuck me," You don't even hesitate. You want it. You want it again and again and again.

"Say it again," He hisses, taking his dick in his hands and tapping it against your delicate mound.

"Fuck me, please," You beg.

He seems satisfied enough, firmly pinching the lips of your perfectly puffy pussy and slowly guiding himself into you.

He goes slack jawed for a moment, just letting the overwhelming warmth consume him. The grooves inside you stroking his cock with every thrust- If it wasn't because he so desperately wants to savor this moment, he'd pump wildly into you until he's spilling every drop of seed inside of you.

"You're so fucking big," You whimper, still adjusting to his size- it's only your second time, afterall.

"No, you're just so fucking tight," He breathes out, delighting in the sound of his pelvis slapping against yours.

You try to reach down and rub your clit but he throws your hand off, "Allow me," He positions his hand so it's flat against your pussy, applying an unexpected- yet so welcomed- amount of pressure as he quickly rubs back and forth.

"That's so good, that's so good," You moan over and over, barely able to believe how quickly you're coming to your next climax. "Come on, baby. Give me another one. You can do it, come on princess," The gentleness in his voice juxtaposed with how fucking hard he's rubbing you- it's the perfect recipe to send you over the edge once more, "Oh God!" Your hips jut upwards, legs contorting involuntarily, your breathing so rapid that you think you might pass out.

Euphoria.

"J-Jungkook," You breathe, "Fuck, that was so good."

He leans forward to kiss you deeply, then pulls away only inches from your face, "You think you can give me just one more...?" He says, his voice dark and low.

You nod, a smile creeping up on your face at the idea of fucked to absolute shreds. Without another word, he quickly grabs hold of your waist and manages to flip you around so that you're on your stomach, "Get on your knees," He commands,

You muster up the strength to get on your hands and knees on the bed, though you still feel your arms wobble a bit. He runs one hand half way down your back and then pushes you down so that your torso is flat on the bed and your ass up in the air, "Just like that," He mutters.

You crane your neck too see behind you; the glorious view as he yanks the bow tie off of himself and undoes the first button on his dress shirt, it motivates you to stick that ass out just a little bit more.

He puts his hands on either sides of your hips, gripping on you firmly, "Ready, princess?" "Y-" You don't even finish your sentence before he's thrusting into you again, causing you to gasp.

Your eyes close as you relish the feeling of his cock engulfed in your walls. Your pussy's getting used to him finally, but the harsh sensation is still enough to make you grip the sheets.

"Mm," He moans, ramming into your backside, the red spot on your ass growing more and more angry- He loves the view.

He grabs one of your arms and holds it behind you, the tension just enough to restrict you without hurting you. The first time you made love, it was tender and sweet- this time, you're both ravaging one another like hungry wolves- "Fuck," You whine.

"Touch yourself, princess. Come on, give me one more."

You don't hesitate to obey, reaching your free arm down between your legs; you're still so sensitive from your last round, you're not sure if you can finish this time. "Here, let me," He says, noticing your struggle.

There's something about Jungkook's touch; in a matter of seconds, between fucking you and rubbing your swollen clit, he's found the perfect rhythm. "Come on, baby," He says through his teeth, sounding just as close as you are.

This last orgasm- goodness, it's different. It's stronger- like a mix of cumming and simultaneously needing to pee; "Jungkook, I- I think I'm gonna pee," You warn, though you really don't want him to stop.

Without acknowledging what you're saying, he rubs harder and faster, followed by rapid thrusts, "Fuuuuuuck," You whimper, finally feeling it all flow out- clear fluid bursts out of your pussy and Jungkook pulls out of you to watch it all, stroking his cock to the sight until he is also bursting with cum, a few drops landing on your ass and some on the floor, his head falls back as his stroking slows, though he quickly recovers and gets on his knees to lap up all the wetness from your pussy, dragging his tongue along your freshly fucked hole.

Jungkook is a fucking freak.

You collapse onto the bed, heaving with exhaustion and a surge of dopamine/endorphins/ketamine/heroin- whatever the fuck your body releases after a good lay.

He stays on his knees, though he slumps backward a bit, a big smile on his face as he pants heavily, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes, turning over so you're on your back. "I'm serious," He says, struggling slightly to get up, though when he does, he walks over to the bathroom and then comes back with two towels in hand.

He walks over to the end of the bed, tosses one of the towels next to you on the bed, and then opens your legs just as he did earlier, but this time he's gentle again. He dabs at your pretty pussy, cleaning every visible inch. He then takes another part of the towel to clean off his dick before tossing it to the side on the floor somewhere out of view. "Scoot up a little bit," He says, gently patting your outer thigh. You scoot up and he carefully lays the other towel flat on the bed, "There." He comes around to the side of the bed so he can jump in with you, not bothering to cover up with a sheet or anything, as you're both still sweaty and hot as hell.

"You're really sweet..." You smile. "Aren't I?" He says smugly, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair to the side. "And so humble," You add sarcastically, making him laugh. His smile fades a bit and he just looks at you for a moment before saying, "I won't wake up to an empty bed tomorrow morning, right?"

You shake your head, "Never again."

His smile returns and he leans in to give you one more kiss before settling in next to you and, Before you know it, you're both drifting off to sleep.

Sorry this one took me a while to upload! Lemme know what you think about the spice >:)

Tag List <3: @ttanniett

#bts #jungkook #jin #bts imagine #namjoon #suga #jimin #bangtan sonyeondan #angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bangtan boys #jk x reader

[priestessofpaimon-old]

So uhh completed both Acts, all I can say is the lore geeks are gonna love this.

#now if you'll mind im gonna go to sleep now #been doing this for more than 12 hours.... #genshin #genshin impact #sumeru #paimons decree

[phopollo]

HAD A SUPER SILLY IN BETWEEN SEASONS IDEA FOR HILDA, HEAR ME OUT;

2 week summer sleep away camp

BUT KEEP HEARING ME OUT, BECAUSE

Pov:

You're being introduced to the camp counselors on the first day

#DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION #IVE LITERALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MORE THAN 12 HOURS NOW I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND PLANS #BUT I NEED TO KNOW EVERYONE ELSE IS WITH ME ON THIS IDEA BEFORE I DO MORE WITH IT #art #digital art #hilda netflix #hilda the series #hilda #frida hilda #hilda frida #david hilda #hilda david #kaisa hilda #hilda kaisa #kaisa the librarian #hilda librarian #raven leader hilda #hilda raven leader #erik ahlberg #erik hilda #hilda erik #ahlberg hilda #the bell keeper hilda #hilda bellkeeper #the bellkeeper hilda

[quartergremlin]

And here we are! previews for this month. As always, the comic is early access for two weeks and the illustration and tutorial are exclusive!

If you're interested in supporting me you can mosey om over -> here!

#i still have one more pb update to do this month ;_; #the illustration really fought me i ended up taking like #over 12 hours on it #which is significantly more than any of the others have been #quarterdraws #preview

[limonjarritos]

The wine bottle and symbolism

this is personally my take on the symbolism of the wine bottle/bottle opener as based on a post by galaxitic

The wine as a symbol for obsession for a loss of control. For how Vincent feels about his fixation with Rody. Of even in a way a symbol for Rody himself.

The wine opener being Vince's semblance of control over that obsession. That he believes he has control on his feelings about Rody. But when he goes to open that bottle its not in a semblance of control but that of panic, that of impulse but he still tells himself that it's something, not realizing that with a sip of the wine he's consumed back. His rational is consumed. Just like how this whole time Rody has made him drunk with impulse.

How the wine is admittedly what does him in.

Vince breaks the bottle, breaks 'Rody' through a lack of control. He uses the bottle opener to try and open the real thing, drunk and searching for more, willing to truly give into his impulses and be intoxicated.

Vince has for the most part up until this point been bottling up his feelings, playing the part of mild mannered and in control (though his control isn't perfect. The rat, the watching through the peep hole-)

Rody taking that broken bottle in hand, takes said obsession and kills Vincent with it. Because a broken bottle is going to hurt you. Because Rody is so broken right now, shattered, reeling from the revelation that Manon has been killed. The love bleeding from his body and a hot demand for revenge coming to him that results in the burning of Vince.

#dead plate #limon.txt #i dont like to tag people unless i know them and they're okay w/ it #i wrote this like when i woke up 12 hours ago and like- i hope it makes sense. today just has not been the day for my language skills. #syntax who? #anyways. there's way more to it than this i wasnt able to fully explain without running in circles #but like- something about bottling feelings up too. about how that bottle has to break anyways and intoxicate you w/ the emotions #<- why didnt i say this from the start would have saved me a paragraph #and how the bottle is rody too. how rody's care is intoxicating. how vincent lead to the breaking of rody #how rody's care left his body when he was broken and drunken up like the bottle #also another side point #do you think rody would have killed vince if manon had not been killed? #do you think rody cares that much about revenge for wrongs done to himself vs those done to those he cares for #he has basic self preservation ill give him that #but i doubt he would have contemplated that revenge portion at the end

[hotasfahrenheit]

No matter how many hundreds, thousands, or million days...

No matter how long it will be...

May our love last forever.

[1000 Years Old, 1.01, 1.02, 1.12]

#they were always searching for each other and they always will be #i am unwell #it's been almost 12 hours since i watched the finale and i'm still not okay but it's time to go to bed i guess #the way the sky combined the blue and gold lighting from the first two shots of them each alone in the final shots of them just wrecked me #this show was so visually stunning in a very different way than some QLs that are more known for their cinematography and production qualit #like look at the details! the gold and blue skies coming together! the element of red in each shot! the blowing curtain and black umbrella! #i have to relearn my gif process because all my presets are gone so these aren't great but it's a start #where do we all even go from here #1000 years old #1000 years old the series #1000 years old finale #umbrella posting #umbrella propaganda #mia gifs things #mia gifs 1000 years old things #mia gifs drama things

[friendlyspidercop]

when ps4! peter parker kisses you, it’s springtime. even in the middle of dreary winter. he’s the inviting, refreshing warmth of spring in a person who looks at you like nothing else exists when he pulls away. and when he laughs—

oh, when he laughs. nothing else exists for you either, just him. just the way his eyes roam over your features. just the soft smile on his lips that make you wanna kiss him all over again.

“we really should go,” you say, laughing a little but making no move to actually leave his embrace.

“yeah,” he agrees, laughing too. “but we don’t have to be there for like… another fifteen minutes.”

his arms tighten around you, spurring you to squish his cheeks just a little.

“it’s a ten minute walk from here, pete.”

“so we have five more minutes.”

“…okay, fine.”

when you’re together, it’s as if he has all the time in the world for you. he’ll take every second and stretch it out into forever.

#ps4 peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #do u ever start writing and it results in something that’s NOT the scene that’s been living in ur brain for the past 12 hours #this is more of a headcanon than anything #something something peter parker is the sun to ur earth